My daddy has been writing me snuff stories with various scenarios to help satisfy my particular desires. He always deletes them after he lets me read them a few times. I managed to convince him to let me share this one, and hopefully he'll let me share more in the future. I hope you like it!

Tags: M/F, M/f, Snuff, Execution, virgin, deflowering, anal, semi-con, non-con

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"Uncle Tommy!" Lucinda squeals as she hugs me and gives me a quick but firm kiss. "How ya been, killa?" she asks playfully in her thick Brooklyn accent. I roll my eyes at the choice of address, especially because she has asked me to attend this meeting. Lucinda or Luci, as she's commonly known, is Antonio Brava's granddaughter. Yes, the head of the Brava crime family. It's unusual for a woman in my profession to be a handler, but she's always had a strange fascination with this type of work.

"Hi, Luci. What brings me the pleasure of your company today?" I ask in a flat voice.

"Mickey White," she answers directly.

"Mickey? I thought he was a made man," I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"He was until he started talking to the feds," was her simple explanation.

"Any particular requests?"

"Yeah, but not for Mickey. He's already being dealt with, but Grampa wants to send a message with his family," she explains.

"He has a wife and daughter, right?" I ask her to specify what constitutes his "family." With Italians, that can go well beyond immediate members.

"Those are the ones. Vicky and Vivian," she confirms.

"The daughter's pretty young, isn't she?"

"Does it matter?"

"That depends on how they're supposed to be done."

"Weellll, a message needs to be sent," she answers with a scrunched-up face.

"I don't torture my targets, and I don't make children suffer. You know that," I answer coldly.

"No torture, but messy and painful. The girl's fourteen, so she's a teenager, not a child," Luci explains.

"Fourteen is still pretty young. Define messy and painful."

"Your specialty and then slit their throats. You don't need to draw it out. As soon as you open 'em up and they see their guts fall out, you can slit their pretty little throats. Just be sure to get a few good pics for Mickey to see before he chokes on his dick," Luci instructs.

I give it some thought. I've never done someone so young in such a painful and messy way before. However, as Luci said, she isn't a child. She's old enough that she probably has a good understanding of the type of person her father is. Plus, it was potentially hazardous to refuse a job like this. My morals have always been flexible, so I ask Luci, "Will they suspect something might be coming? Will I have to track them down?"

"Naw, we just grabbed Mickey, and it was done quietly. No doubt, those two won't suspect anything for a while. Mickey is often gone overnight, so they won't wait up. As long as it's done tonight, they won't suspect anything," she assures me.

"They live in the same place on Mulberry?"

"Yeah, all nice and isolated with no need to worry about any nosy neighbors; almost too easy for a pro like you," she flatters me.

"Alright, I'd better be going then," I say as I start to get up, but Luci interrupts me.

"Uncle Tommy, you've got plenty of time, and we don't need to worry about someone interrupting us," she tells me as she spreads her legs. Her short black dress slides up to reveal a freshly shaved pink pussy that already glissens with sexual excitement. "Just a quicky before you go?" she asks playfully while biting a nail. This had become a regular thing when handing out jobs. Although, admittedly, it had started well before that.

When she was fifteen and found out I was a hitman, she snuck into the guest room where I was staying at her family's house. She made a simple proposal that I make her a woman, or she'd scream and say I had attacked her. The choice seemed obvious. Despite being only a few years younger than her dad, she was certain that she wanted me as her first. She wanted to be fucked by a killer, so I took her savagely. To her credit, even when making her cry with how roughly I fucked her, she kept quiet about the whole thing. When she was seventeen, she somehow talked her father into being my contact with the family, and she is always in a particular mood when giving me a job. It's been like this for almost five years now.

I put out my hand. She takes it, and I pull her roughly to her feet before I spin her around and bend her over the table. I pull up her dress to reveal a creamy white ass. I slap it hard, eliciting a cry of pain, followed by another and another, until her ass was red. "You're a naughty girl, you know that?" I growl into her ear. She nods her head and is about to respond, but I cut it off with my hand gripping her throat. I open my fly and guide her hand to the opening. She deftly pulls my cock free, strokes it to full hardness before guiding me to her wet entrance. I bury myself to the hilt in one thrust, as she gurgles out a sigh of pleasure. I fuck her brutally like a farrel beast! Despite the head of my cock painfully slamming against her cervix, she still pushes herself back to meet my thrusts.

I squeeze her neck hard enough that I know it will bruise, but she makes it a habit to wear scarves for just that reason. I'm getting close, so loosen my grip on her throat and ask, "Is today a safe day?" She hesitates, so I grab her hair and wrench her head back before asking, "Be honest!"

"No... It's not, but you can knock me up if you want," she offers.

"Maybe another time," I tell her, as I push her chest into the table with a hand on her back. I use my other hand to spread her ass cheeks open around her anus. I spat a thick, luggy directly on her puckered, pink asshole. I grab hold of her neck again and squeeze, as I pull out of her pussy and line up on her back door. Her back arches, and she slaps the table as I force my manhood past her resistance. Her scream comes out as a wheezing gurgle with me clamping down on her windpipe! I continue to fuck her ass, as her legs tremble from the assault on her bowels. However, even with her obvious signs of pain, I know what she likes.

I maintain my assault on her colon as she writhes and squirms. She lets out choked grunts of pain, but I could hear moans of pleasure mixed in. I've known this girl to be a masochist since the first time I fucked her. Sure enough, she reaches between her legs to rub her snatch, expediting her oncoming orgasm. I know her well enough to adjust my pace. In short order, she's trembling and on the verge of release as I pound her ass with abandon! I feel my balls tightening, but I hold it back a bit more until finally, I hear a strangled cry wheeze from her constricted throat. I roar with satisfaction as I unload rope after sticky rope of my spunk deep inside her trembling asshole!

We ride out our orgasms together, and I release the pressure on her neck. She collapses as the blood rushes to her head and her strained lungs finally get full breaths.

"Fuck..." she gasps out while breathing hard. "I... sure... hope you... fuck me like that... before you... kill me," she struggles to say between deep breaths.

"You know that your dad would have a contract on me before your body was cold if I ever did," I remind her.

"I'm not so sure my dad would, but grandpa would for sure," she admits from her position on the table.

"Your dad indulges your... interests a lot more than I would have expected, but letting me kill you is probably too much even for him, and as you said, your grandfather definitely would have me killed," I tell her as I zip my pants.

"Well, Gramps won't live forever, and in the meantime, you can hate fuck me as hard as you want," She purs as she pushes herself up and off the table.

"You know it would break his heart to hear you talk like that," I tell her as I pull her close to me.

"Yeah, but he still sees me as a sweet little girl. You see me for what I am," she coos before going up on her toes to kiss me.

We share a short passionate kiss before I break off and tell her, "I'd better get going. People to kill and all."

"Think of me when you kill the daughter," she whispers before letting me go. I walk out the door of the private room without looking back.

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I park down the road from their house. I have my tools already inventoried and packed in a backpack that I throw on before locking my car. I make my way over the wall that borders their property. They have a security system, but the window sensors can be bypassed with a variable-power electromagnet. Once inside, I hook up my scanner to the keypad that quickly finds the PIN to disarm the system.

I make my way up the stairs and down the hall like a ghost. I move past the daughter's room to deal with the mom first. I test the handle and slowly open it. It makes a slight noise, so I stop long enough to fit the small tube of penetrating oil between the gap to give the hinges a quick spray. After a few moments for it to do its work, I open the door enough to slip inside. The mom is on her stomach, wearing a sleep mask. Light snoring tells me she's in a deep sleep. I wonder if I shouldn't have dealt with the daughter first, but it makes no difference. I glide in silence until I'm standing over her. She stirs slightly, but the needle of the syringe is already at her neck. A quick stick, and the drug is delivered to her system. Her hand goes to her neck, and she pulls off her mask. Her eyes go wide when she sees me, but her eyes roll back before she has a chance to fully react.

With her now completely out, I pull back the sheets to find that she sleeps in the nude. A bit unusual for a parent with kids living at home, but not unheard of. I take a moment to look her over. Still in good shape. I guess that she married young. Pretty nice body and surprisingly nice tits, but a bit too nice. I squeeze one and confirm my suspicion that they're fake, but Mickey must have sent her to one hell of a surgeon. I gag her and zip cuff her wrists and ankles behind her back before connecting them to leave her hog-tied. I appreciate her ass and squeeze it. I'm pleased that one is real. Good genetics, I muse as I leave her to go back to her daughter's bedroom.

I quietly open her door, and I see a sprawled body loosely tangled in sheets. I realize that, like her mother, this teenager sleeps in the nude. I make my way over to her bed, carefully navigating the obstacle course of clothes strewn across the floor. She's on her back with her arms flung out to her sides. Sheets are wrapped around one thigh and one arm, with the rest of her exposed. Her chest gently moves up and down, topped with small breasts. She's slim and petite with a tight belly and narrow waistline. She's considerably more immature-looking than Luci was at fifteen. Her mound has a small patch of hair that looks trimmed. Between that and sleeping nude, I figure that she's probably not as innocent as she looks. My syringe is ready, and I start to lean over her when her eyes suddenly fly open!

I get ready to reach for her mouth to stop a scream, but instead she blurts out, "Wait!" It's desperate, but so controlled that I pause. It doesn't matter whether she screams. We're not close enough for anyone to hear her, and her mother is already knocked out and restrained, so I decide to hear her out. "You're here to... to kill me, right?" she asks in a shaky voice.

"That's right, Vivian," I confirm in my low baritone.

"Fuck! I knew this was gonna happen," she whimpers as she throws her head back into her pillow.

"Oh?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Yeah, everyone knows what happened to the Butafukos, and when I heard Ma and Dad talking about the feds, I was just like, yeah, I'm gonna die because my greedy Ma talked Dad inta skimming the books, and when people started noticing sumthin ain't addin up, he thinks he can save his ass by bein a narc, but I knew, I knew!" she says with emphasis, "Yeah, that's it. We're all gonna die, and it's gonna be messy and painful to send a message. Just like the Butafukos," she puts her hands over her face and cries out, "Fuck! I haven't been able to sleep for like a week! I finally get to sleep tonight out of total exhaustion, and now I'm gonna get killed in some horrible way, and to top everything off, I'm gonna die a fuckin virgin because all the guys I know are too scared of my Dad..." she stops her rant long enough to look at me then asks, "Are you gonna rape me before you kill me?"

"I wasn't planning on it, and you're kind of young," I tell her a bit sympathetically.

"Fuck! Even my killer doesn't want to fuck me," she cries.

"Would you really want me to fuck you in this situation? I mean, I'm not gonna lie. I am going to kill you, and I'm sorry to say that it's going to be pretty painful. As you said, a message is being sent with this," I confess with a slight shrug.

"You're not gonna like torture me to death, are you?" she asks me in a trembling voice.

"No. I don't do torture. Not my thing. However, it is gonna be painful and messy, but it's at least going to be pretty quick." It doesn't sound like much of a consultation to my ears as I say it, but to my surprise, she gives me a weak smile.

"I guess pretty quick isn't so bad," she tells me in a trembling voice, but still remarkably steady given the situation. I'm amazed that she's as composed as she is.

"I gotta say, I'm impressed that you're handling this so well. I'm pretty sure nearly all girls in your situation would be in complete hysterics right now."

"I feel like I'm about to lose it, but I've been so worried sick about this happening, and I just knew it would happen, that it's like almost a relief that now I don't need to worry about if or when it's gonna happen. That probably sounds stupid or crazy, but I've just been so sick of waiting for it," she tells me, deflated.

"No, it's just a far more mature and rational perspective than I would expect from a teenage girl. That's not a bad thing. I'm impressed. To be honest, all the begging and crying and sobbing hysterics get on my nerves. That's why I was going to drug you," I confess.

"Please don't. I know that I can't get away, and I'll do what you say. I just wanna be alive until I'm not, you know?" she asks me with some desperation in her voice.

"I get what you're saying, and against my better judgment, I'll grant your wish, but don't make me regret this," I warn.

"I won't, I promise," she tells me earnestly, and strangely, I believe her. "I know you said you weren't going to rape me, but I really don't want to die a virgin," she tells me desperately.

"You're actually horny right now?" I ask in disbelief.

"Not horny, exactly, but I've been masturbating for years, and I really want to know what sex is like before I die. I don't need to enjoy it. You can be as rough as you want and rape me. I promise I won't resist. I just really don't wanna die a virgin," she tells me, pleading.

"Spread your legs. I need to check something first," I command.

She slowly brings her knees up and bends her legs for me. She looks nervous but compliant. I put a finger to her mouth, and she hesitantly sucks it. I pull it away from her mouth and between her legs before pressing it into her entrance. "I guess I didn't need your saliva," I tease, as I feel how wet she is.

"I get wet when I'm nervous," she tells me with a strong blush before hissing slightly as my finger presses against a barrier. Sure enough, she's a virgin. I had a strong suspicion that she was just trying to coax me into sex, thinking she might find an opportunity to escape. She might still be thinking that, but having no sexual experience makes it less likely. Good grief, this girl might really just want to have sex for the first time before she dies. I wouldn't have expected that, but there are all types.

I get up from the bed, cap the syringe, put it in my backpack, and then put my backpack in her closet. I don't want her to think she can suddenly grab something to help her while she thinks I'm distracted. I don't think she'd try it, but best to remove the temptation. I strip off my jacket, shirt, and then my pants, as she watches from her bed with nervous anticipation. She's trembling with fear, but she keeps her eyes locked on my body as I disrobe. I slide off my underwear, and she visibly gulps. I'm only semi-hard, but I'm not a small man. "You sure you want to keep going?" I ask her. She answers with quick, jerky nods of her head. "Okay, darlin," I tell her as I kneel on her bed and climb over her. She looks tiny under me.

I brush her hair with my hand as she looks up at me. I like rough sex. I'm always rough and forceful with Luci, and I tend to be the same way with any other partners I have. However, I do not want to be rough and forceful with this little girl. She's already terrified, and this is both her first and last time before a pretty horrible death, so I am going to do my best to make it everything she ever hoped for.

As she stares at me with those trembling, deep-brown eyes, I lean in and kiss her. She accepts the kiss with shaking lips, and I gradually kiss more deeply. I break the kiss to look at her, and she smiles shyly while biting her lower lip. Simply adorable. I kiss her again, more forcefully this time, and she eagerly accepts it. Soon, my tongue is pressing against her lips, and she opens her mouth to accept it. My tongue swirls around hers, and soon her tongue is moving with mine and moving into my mouth. We kiss passionately, as she tightly wraps her arms around me. I do the same and hold her small body against mine. My hand goes lower and grips her ass. It's smaller than her mother's but still nice and round. Her kissing becomes more passionate as I squeeze her meaty globe. She wraps a leg around my waist, and I feel the heat from her sex as it presses against my hardening shaft. I break our kiss, but immediately start kissing down her jaw and neck. I lean her back as I kiss and lick down to her small breasts. Her tits are too flat to take into my mouth, but I latch onto one of her small nipples. I suck on it while teasing it with my tongue. She gasps in newfound pleasure. I feel her getting wetter on my balls, as she groans and moans from her first shared sexual experience.

She's gasping and squirming as she grinds her crotch against my shafts. She suddenly starts shaking and jerking as she cries out, and her body goes rigid. She then slumps against me in the aftermath of an orgasm. "Fuck, that was so much better than doing it myself," she gasps as she holds onto me.

"They'll get better before we're done," I tell her softly in her ear before I lay her back on her bed.
I kiss down her stomach until I reach her crotch, but I build her anticipation as I kiss up the inside of one of her thighs before kissing down the other. Finally, I breathe in the scent of her sex. It's musky, but it has a sweet, youthful quality that makes my mouth water. I wrap my mouth around it, and she gasps from the contact. I run my tongue from her entrance to up over her clit. She whines and whimpers as her thighs squeeze down on my head and her hips squirm. It takes only tens of seconds before she has her second orgasm, and it dwarfs the first!

I move up to kiss her again as she starts to come down from her orgasmic high. She practically attacks my mouth when it comes in contact with hers. We kiss with wild passion as she wraps her legs around me and reaches down between us to take a hold of my cock and begin to stroke it. Her soft hand feels wonderful as she lines me up with her entrance. I break the kiss and take hold of her little hips. We lock eyes, and she gives a quick nod. I thrust my hips as I pull down on hers. She screams in pain as my dicks rips through her hymen!
Tears stream down her temples. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against my chest. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and cries into my neck as her velvety, overly stretched vaginal walls grip my cock. "There, there, baby. It's okay," I tell her as I gently stroke the hair on her head.

"That hurt a lot," she whimpers.

"Are you okay? Do you want to stop?" I ask tenderly.

She shakes her head in response before saying, "No, I want this even if it hurts. Don't stop."

I take her by the hips and steadily start lifting her up and down as my hips move in shallow thrusts. She whimpers and lets out some pained cries as her thighs quiver against mine. As her crying and quivering settle, I start to pick up my pace. She still lets out some gasps and cries of pain, but there are some moans of pleasure mixed in.

Soon, I lay her back on the bed and start properly fucking her. She grits her teeth and cries out as my dick rams against her cervix, but she wraps her legs around me to spur me on. It seems she can't distinguish between pleasure and pain as her little cunt keeps getting wetter. Her body begins to tremble with the signs of a building orgasm! I increase my pace to meet her, and she cries out from the increased assault on her tender young pussy.

I start growling like an animal as we both get closer to the edge. Her back arches high off the bed as she explodes into orgasmic bliss! Feeling her pussy pulsing and quivering around mt cock is enough to push me over the edge as I unload my balls into her young womb! I hold her wrist to keep us pulled together as we both have the most intense orgasms of our lives!

I collapse on top of her. As we both breathe heavily, she wraps her arms around me and gasps, "Thank you," in my ear. We stay that way for a while, as my member slowly softens inside her.