Some more smut. This time mostly sexless. Just some bitch brutally mowing through a bunch of schoolboys.

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Janette paused in front of the classroom door, checking her gear one last time.

One sawed-off shotgun with sixteen shells in reserve, a pair of suppressed 9mm pistols with two spare mags each, one excessively sharpened authentic Japanese katana, and a form-fitting black bodysuit with the top left unzipped. That last item would prove quite useful, given the nature of today's quarry.

Janette had been tasked with the extermination of a classroom full of preteen boys. She didn't much care about the details, but apparently it was all above-board, approved by both the school and the parents. Maybe it was some kind of brat purge? The woman shrugged, and was moving to enter the classroom when the door opened from the other side.

A boy was coming out - a skinny kid with neatly combed blond hair and smooth, cherubic features. He stopped when he saw the assassin, eyes immediately wandering to her half-exposed chest. Janette snorted derisively, then drew a pistol and shot the boy in the forehead.

Eyes wide and uncomprehending, the youngster stiffened as blood and brain matter jetted back into the classroom from his ruined skull. The now brainless corpse teetered upright as a dripping piss stain quickly spread across his jeans, becoming a concentrated stream as the saturated fabric lost the battle against his relaxing bladder. He had probably been headed for the bathroom, given the sheer amount of urine he was leaking onto the flat carpet.

Jannette flipped her long black hair and stepped passed the knee-locked pissing corpse, entering the classroom proper. Her brat purge theory was confirmed pretty much instantly.

Absolutely none of the students had noticed the death of their classmate. There were about 14 or 15 of them altogether, and to a boy they were distracted in one way or another. They were almost all at their desks, but half of them had their eyes locked to their laps as they played with phones or handheld games, a few seemed to be sleeping, one was rummaging in his backpack, and a handful were turned around talking to friends.

Janette quietly closed the door to hide her first kill - it would be fun to see how many of the little snots she could snuff before they noticed anything was wrong.

The first two Janette targeted weren't at their desks at all, but up at the whiteboard. The pair of friends, they seemed to be writing obscenities on the board before quickly erasing them and giggling.

One was a shaggy little guy with a bright red backpack and shorts that he'd obviously outgrown months ago, the other was a more sporty sort with feathery brown hair and a band-aid on his knee.

The shaggy kid had his back to Janette as he watched his friend draw a crude pair of breasts. She approached quietly, slipping her pistol back into its holster and drawing her sword.

The boy with the red backpack had just finished scrawling a crude penis on the whiteboard, and was turning to his friend when Janette's sword pierced the back of his head.

Janette's blade pierced the first boy's spine, slid out from between his wetly parted lips, then entered the mouth of his friend before either of them could make a sound. Pinned together, the two children slid down the blade until they seemed to be kissing. The fact that both preteen corpses had started twitching and spasming against one another almost made them look like lovers in a passionate embrace, had their limbs not been mindlessly flopping around like beached fish.

As quietly as she could, the assassin eased the two juddering bodies to the ground, sliding her blade free as she did so.

Standing up, Janette surveyed the classroom. She started when she noticed one of the students in the front row looking at her.

"Who're you?" Piped the student. He was handsome in a boyish kind of way, with glossy brown hair parted in the middle, a hint freckles on smooth cheeks, and a delicate button nose below a pair of big green eyes - which Janette noticed were flicking between her face and her chest.

He hadn't noticed the dead kids behind her. Maybe she could still-

"Hey look! Josh and Aiden are making out!"

Or not. Another child - a cute little thing with long bangs and almost girlish features - had just stood up and pointed at the two spasming corpses behind Janette, drawing the whole class's attention with his shouting.

"I told you guys they were g-" was as far as he got into his next sentence before the top of his head vanished into a wet red pulp.

Janette quickly dropped her shotgun back to its strap and brandished her sword, expecting pandemonium to break out, but paused when she noticed what the whole class was staring at.

The little boy who had been shouting was still standing, arm outstretched and pointing at nothing in particular. His shoulders, chest, and everything in about a three meter radius was absolutely caked in blood, hair, and assorted meat shrapnel. The upper part of his head was gone, but the jaw remained - a slimy mess of gore punctuated by a little pink tongue that was pounding up and down as if still trying to speak.

A curious stutter that sounded something like "GGLUHK! GLUGH GUK! GLHK!" was belching out of the young boy's exposed vocal chords in wet, retching half-syllables. The dead boy's arm slowly eased downward in a stiff, jerky motion.

A few seconds later his bubbling throat went silent, followed by the tongue falling still, and finally, with a shudder, the corpse collapsed limply back into its chair.

Then the screaming started.

Janette swore as a textbook careened past her head, then followed up by blowing a watermelon-sized hole through the chest of the boy who'd thrown it.

Dancing backward, the assassin noticed the handsome green-eyed boy from before making a run for the door. She raced forward and swept her katana around in a clean arc, decapitating the panicking child so cleanly that his headless body kept on running, but she didn't have time to see where it ended up.

Dropping her sword and drawing both pistols, Janette started placing expert shots into the scrambling crowd. One, two, three boys went down, writhing in pain as they clutched at fresh, bleeding holes in their chests and stomachs.

One student, a nerdy looking boy in a polo shirt, took a shot to the side of the head and staggered, wheeling to look at Janette with watery confused eyes, before a second and third shot snapped his head back and threw his glasses to the floor. Curiously, the boy didn't go down right away, but stumbled, blood repeatedly snorting out of his nose like miniature sneezes. Eventually he tripped on another kid's corpse, but Janette was too busy to notice.

A little hero (there was always one) tried to rush the assassin. He was a tiny boy, probably no more than 7 years old. Janette had to stifle a laugh as she holstered one pistol, sidestepped, and blew the little boys head off with her shotgun as he passed. His headless corpse went cartwheeling, leaving bubbling red smears on the floor as it rolled to a stop. Face-down, the mostly headless child started violently humping the ground - perky butt jiggling with each ball-crushing impact. After five or six heavy pumps, the youngster's rudderless body finally figured out that it wasn't breeding, and was in fact quite dead, and abruptly stopped moving.

Turning back, Janette found that she was down to only 4 boys, all lined up against the back wall.

The first was a jock-looking kid with short hair and aggressive eyes. Still wearing his soccer jersey, he stood defiantly staring at her with only a hit of fear. She could see that he was hiding something behind his back.

The second was a shorter child with fluffy orangish hair and big, trusting eyes. He was cowering behind the soccer kid, deliberately not looking at the assassin.

The third was a shy little thing with brown hair swept over one eye. His back was to the wall, knees bowed inward as his hands pawed at his crotch. Janette noticed with amusement that all 4 were sporting noticeable erections. It was probably just adrenaline, but Janette liked to think her sexy outfit was having an effect on their horny underage bodies.

The last was a grim-looking child with messy black hair and sunken gray eyes. He stood almost causally next to the other three, a curiously bemused expression playing across his face as his eyes tracked something behind Janette.

The assassin turned briefly, then did a double take. Behind her, in the clearing between the desks and the whiteboard, the handsome little green-eyed boy she'd decapitated earlier was still running around. His arms were windmilling randomly as his headless body unsteadily ran in a frantic circle, blood squirting feverishly from his bright red neck stump to mark out his path on the carpeted floor. A heavy bulge strained at the fabric of his pants, the obscene shape bobbing in all directions as the clueless body did its best impression of a headless chicken.

Janette was about to comment on this embarrassing display, when she felt a sudden sharp pain lance through her left thigh. Sucking air through her teeth, the woman whirled, kicking out with her wounded leg.

She caught the jock in the shoulder with her kick, knocking him to the floor. Risking a glance, Janette found a pocket knife stuck into the meaty flank of her thigh. So that's what he'd been hiding.

Wincing, the woman yanked the knife free and brought it to bear against the defiant child. He was already back on his feet, cannoning forward toward her legs.

Janette caught the boy easily, spun him around, then plunged his own pocket knife into his soft prepubescent belly.

The child lurched and gurgled, then stiffened as the woman drew the blade sideways through his abdomen, gutting him like a pig.

The assassin pushed the child away as he groped at the plump, loose guts rolling out of his stomach. He was still looking dumbfounded at the wound when Janette, as an afterthought, reached around and slit his throat.

A pressurized torrent of hot blood came jetting out of the boys neck, painting his entire front red and soaking the ground in front of him. Gagging loudly and tripping on his own intestines, the soccer kid toppled sideways, spasmed twice, ejaculated, then fell silent.

"Anyone else want to try me?" Janette asked pointedly, turning to face the remaining 3 students.

The fluffy orange-haired youngster was on his knees, bawling his lungs out and staring at Janette with huge, wet puppy eyes. A string of saliva connected the roof of his mouth to his tongue, and she noticed with disgust that he had thoroughly wet himself - the outline of his erect boyhood clearly showing through his flimsy, dripping shorts.

Janette felt no sympathy for the snotty brat. She raised one booted foot, then roughly stamped a five-inch stiletto straight through his prefrontal cortex. The youngster's wailing cut off abruptly, trailing into a series of pathetic wheezy hiccups.

The assassin withdrew her stiletto, trailing a long rope of grayish pink brain slime that broke off and flopped down onto the redhead's face - which was frozen in an expression of clueless shock. His braindead body remained upright, staring at nothing as his drooling mouth worked soundlessly. Every now and them another hiccup would cause his whole body to bounce, jostling his fluffy mop of hair and making the the wet bulge in his shorts squirt another helping of boy juice onto the carpet.

Janette waved her hand in front of his face, but got no response. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the last two students.

The gloomy kid was still casually watching his classmate - though the headless boy had finally tripped on something and was now laying sideways, legs kicking and flexing sporadically.

The shy kid was blushing hard and trying unsuccessfully to hide his stiff boyhood. The assassin decided to have some fun - she had them dead to rights after all, it's not like either boy could escape.

"Tell you what," Janette began, flipping her hair and bending over to eye level with the horniest of the two. He couldn't help but stare down her cleavage. "You two are gonna have sex with me. If I cum first, you get to leave. If you cum first, you get the same treatment as your little friends here. Understand?"

The shy boy's one visible eye blinked. He nodded unsteadily, hands already working on his straining gym shorts. The gloomy boy just shrugged and undid his jeans.

When the two surviving students where done stripping their bottoms off, Janette grinned. She had clearly picked the right pair to have some fun with - while the gloomy one was about average, the shy kid's penis was enormous for his age. Fully six inches of healthy drooling boymeat, upturned and eager.

The assassin licked her lips, unzipping her bodysuit to expose her womanhood to the two children.

"You first," she indicated the hung one, laying on her back and splaying her legs.

The boy didn't even warm up, he just got down on his knees and clumsily stuffed his cocklet into Janette's twitching cunt. Definitely a virgin. This was going to be easy. And quick. Janette bit her lip and rolled her hips, coaxing a low groan from the thrusting child.

"You're real cute, for a boy," cooed the assassin, fixing her little lover with a smokey expression. He screwed his eyes shut, soft grunts escalating to gasps, then full on pornographic moans - an odd sound from such a young voice.

Janette huffed and brought her shotgun around. He was already about to blow his load, she could tell from the way his dick was twitching. She aimed low - right on level with the boy's supple, flexing stomach. She'd learned the hard way just how wild little boys' death spasms could be if you removed their heads, and she didn't want to deal with one right on top of her.

Sure enough, within seconds she felt hot, sticky seed squelching into her birth canal. The boy let out a long, erotic moan - let down only slightly by his voice cracking. Without even waiting for the child finish his orgasm, Janette squeezed the trigger.

The boy exploded.

Janette yelled in shock as she was absolutely drenched. Pulsating pink guts spun lazily through the air, chips of bone gashed the floor and walls, a dense mist of vaporized blood hung thick in all directions, and a chunk of something foul-tasting found its way into the woman's mouth.

"Fuck," she cursed, spitting.

The little boy had been blown 'clean' in two by the blast, though Janette hadn't seen where his upper half ended up. His legs were still between hers, hips flexing clumsily as cum continued to pour out. The shy boy's lower half paused for a second, then jolted and let out a loud fart.

The assassin wrinkled her nose and kicked the boy's board-stiff legs away, rolling onto her knees. She would have to hurry this up before all the other dead boys started voiding themselves.

"You-" was as far as she got into her next sentence before the top of her head was sent spinning away.

Janette blinked. She was looking up at the gloomy little boy with the messy black hair, he was facing away from her - his boney hands clutching a familiar katana in a surprisingly practiced grip.

Her body knelt in front of him, back arched and upright, hands splayed and half-raised as if frozen in shock. All that remained of her beautiful face was a lower jaw, one bright red lip, and a flapping pink tongue.

A curious stutter that sounded something like "UUGRK! UGRH UHK! UHRK!" was blurting out of the adult woman's exposed vocal chords in hard, foamy chokes. Nipples the size of silver dollars strained against the wet catsuit as Janette's half-headless corpse spasmed in confusion.

Janette couldn't believe it. She had just been killed by a boy. A stupid, useless, pathetic little male. A deadly, highly trained assassin couldn't possibly die like this! She would kill him! She'd make the shitty little brat pay, she'd rip his fucking eyeballs out! She'd cut his pathetic boycock off and choke him with it! She'd-

A loud popping sound stole her attention. It had come from her trembling vagina, just seconds before her last lover's cum came tumbling out in thick, goopy ropes. The off-white fluid formed a steamy, bubbling puddle beneath her quivering thighs and filled the room with it's fertile scent.

"Gross," mumbled the gloomy kid, turning to leave.

Janette's eyes rolled up.

Before long the world began to brighten, a painful infusion of light as the assassin's pupils dilated and lost focus. The dying woman vaguely heard a meaty thump as her corpse finally pitched over, and the retreating sound of soft footsteps as the gloomy little boy wandered out of the room.