Great as always! I am looking forward to the next parts and I am glad that you properly tagged your story with F and M guro so I was mentally prepared for the male stuff.

PART 2


The journey continued. John was still touching his sister’s severed head with his penis. Lizani stopped pretending she didn't see it and enjoyed the show. She started even touching her big breast.

Vanessa, on the other hand, took out her sketchbook and started drawing. She was a thin, blonde girl, very similar to her father. She was wearing a short skirt and white tank top. She was two years younger than Lizani but was already developing some nice womanly curves.

At one point she took out her phone and started reading something.

“Hey, mom, look,” she said. “There is news about your job. They say something about stock prices dropping after the gold repository was stolen.”

“Honey, we’re on vacation,” scolded Hanne. “You shouldn’t be reading news. It’s all fake for the most part. Why don’t you show us what you’re drawing?”

Vanessa momentarily forgot about the phone. She turned her sketchbook to show her latest piece. It was a fairly realistic sketch of John with Rosie’s head.

“Oh, wow!”, exclaimed John. “Is my dick really this big?”

“Yes, it is.” Vanessa blushed.

“You like it, don’t you?” guessed the mother.

“Are you kidding? Look at my pussy!” She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs in order to show them her unobstructed girlhood. “I wasn’t this wet since we killed Mrs Johnathan in her class.”

Hanne breathed heavily. The sexual tension between her children was immense. She, too, could hardly bear it. She was sure her juices were dripping down her leg. She didn’t want it to explode just yet. She wanted to enjoy the rising tension as long as she could.

“Hey, children,” she asked. “Are you hungry? Maybe we could eat something?

“Yeah, I am a little pekkish,” decided John.

He put Rosie’s head down but didn’t bother to hide his dick.

“What do we have?” asked Lizani.

“Hey, Tom, come down here,” ordered mom.

The boy stepped down from his bank with a curious expression.

“I can’t afford a real dinner, so we’re eating you.”

“Okay, mom.”

“Take off your clothes, please.”

The boy obliged. He took off his shirt and then put down his pants. Although he was twelve, his penis was already quite big, but it could also be because of his huge erection. Hanne took out the Hello Kitty knife.

She started slicing through his arm. The blood squirted out of it and made a very wet sound as she detached it from the body. She handed it to John. Then she cut off his second arm, which went to Vanessa.

After that Tom laid on the bank, his penis reaching high in its erection. His mommy started slicing his legs off, firstly in the knees, then at the base. All halves were distributed evenly throughout the family.

“Thank you, honey, you’re a sweetheart.”

“Mom, can you kill me now?”

“Nah, I want you to live,” replied Hanne, her pussy throbbing with excitement. “And you’re not Tom anymore. You’re now called Stumpy.”

With all her lust she bit part of her son’s leg off. The meat squirted some blood which covered her blue dress. She wasn’t the only one with this problem. Vanessa was already covered in blood and Lizani took off her shirt unleashing her huge breast. Hanne noticed she overcame her insecurities just for practical measures. Or was it ever rising sexual tension?

For a moment they were silently eating the youngest boy. Hanne looked over her children and how hard or wet they were. She was barely holding on herself. She started touching herself between her legs.

“Mom,” asked John, “Did I ever tell, I love when you have your breast like that?”

Hanne looked down on her dress. It was still ripped apart at the top revealing her soggy breast. Her nipples were barely covered with aureolas peeking out of the fabric.

“Oh, you like mommy’s titties, don’t you?”

She laughed but the next touch was enough to send her over the edge. She came right in front of her children, with exposed tits and cum-covered face. It made her feel slutty and, at the same time, hungry for more.

***

Time passed slowly during the trip. Hanne tried to edge her children as long as she could, but coming up with new ideas for passing time was getting constantly harder. Vanessa used John to practice her penis drawing skills, so she kept him hard the whole time as she drew his member from different angles. Lizani sat with Jack and taught him about the female reproductive system. She spread her legs and showed him every detail. She even let him touch her and let him undress himself and let his small, hard dick out. For scientific purposes, of course.

And Stumpy… He didn’t do much. He was very grumpy at the beginning, but Hanne got a little tired of it, so she cut his tongue off.

At one point in the evening Lizani stepped out of the bank and put her skirt back on.

“Mom, is there a bathroom here?”

Hanne looked up from a magazine she borrowed from her girls. She wasn’t really interested in the latest trends, but the models were quite hot. And the article about edging using a rope and a cactus was eye-catching at least.

“I dunno, honey,” she replied. “I guess there should be one. Wanna go take a look?”

Mother and daughter opened the compartment’s door and went outside.

“Don’t get pregnant while we’re gone,” joked Hanne before closing it again.

They walked along the train in search of a bathroom. The one in their car was occupied. In the next car there were three men fucking a single woman. They didn’t even bother to close the door. Another one was repurposed for a body storing area. This made them enter the restaurant car.

In there, next to a bar, stood a young couple. Hanne recognized them as the newlyweds from the station, Robert and Camila.

“Oh, hi!” exclaimed the woman. “How is the journey going?”

“Good, thank you,” replied Hanne. “We’re a little bored. I’ve already snuffed half of my children.”

“Oh, you’re such a good mother.” Camila got emotional.

“I don’t think we ever got your name,” wondered Robert.

“I’m Hanne,” said the mother with a smile.

“Nice to meet you, Hanne. Are you ordering something? We’re getting our dinner.”

“Oh, thank you, we already ate. Lizani, you want anything?”

“No, mom, I wanted to go to the bathroom.”

“Suit yourselves,” said Robert. “Excuse me, ma’am.”

A lovely woman behind the bar turned around. She was a young lady with a warm smile. She had short brown hair and was wearing a train company branded T-shirt.

“Yes?” she asked politely. “What can I get you?”

“We would like two breasts, please. One medium rare and one well-done.”

“Coming right up!”

The lady took off her shirt revealing big, round breasts.

“Wow,” exclaimed Camila. “You have lovely tits.”

“Thank you.”

“Mine are not that big.”

The bride unbuttoned her shirt to show everyone her breasts. While she was doing that, the restaurant lady placed her tits on the grill’s hot surface. She pressed them with a lid and squirmed a little as the smell of roasted flesh filled the air.

Camila threw her shirt aside. Her breasts, as she proclaimed, were small and perky. She encouraged Hanne to show hers. The mother shrugged and obliged. She started ripping her dress further, down to her crotch.

“I’m not a competition,” she said while touching her soggy tits.

“I like them, actually,” expressed Robert.

Camila unzipped his pants and took his hard penis out. She started stroking it. Meanwhile the cafeteria lady took a knife and cut one of her breasts off. She opened the lid and placed the lightly brown and nice smelling body part on a plate.

“A medium rare,” she announced while placing the plate at the counter. “You have to wait a few minutes longer for your well-done. And I like your tits too.”

Camila started eating the lady’s tit.

“Do you have your documents in order?” asked Robert. “I’ve heard the border patrols are very strict today.”

“I’ve heard that too,” confirmed the restaurant lady. “Supposedly someone stole a lot of gold and they’re searching for it.”

“Well,” stuttered Hanne. “I hope no one’s gonna get in trouble because of that.”

She suddenly felt an urge to get a beer. She looked up the price and found out she couldn’t afford it.

“Hey, Emma!” A young man barged in. He was the other restaurant attendant. “We’re out of fingers, and the customer already paid!”

“Oh shit!” the restaurant lady hissed. “The boss ordered no refunds…”

Hanne spotted her chance.

“Hey,” she asked, “would you give me a beer if I gave you my fingers?”

“Yeah, sure!”

The mother took out her Hello Kitty knife and started cutting her left thumb. A few seconds later it fell on a counter and she started taking care of her forefinger. Meanwhile Emma cut off her other breast, put it on a plate and gave it to Robert. Her torso was now flat and bloody with two holes in her skin.

Hanne went through all her left fingers and as she cut off her pinky, Emma grabbed all five and gave them to her colleague. Then she filled two glasses with a beer.

“Thank you,” she sighed with relief. “Here’s one for your daughter too.”

“Mom!” reminded Lizani. “I need to go to the bathroom!”

“Better not to wander off, Lizani,” decided Hanne, completely ignoring her. “We’ll go there after the beer.”

The girl, unhappy, started sipping the bitter drink. Her bladder didn’t like that.

“Lizani,” wandered Camila, while some blood of eaten tit landed on her breast. “That’s such an unusual name.

“It was my dad’s idea, supposedly,” explained the girl while correcting her glasses. “It’s supposed to mean ‘cunnilingus’ in his native language.”

“Yeah,” added Hanne, “He was quite drunk when he came up with that.”

“I rather like it… Fuck!”

Lizani quickly put up her skirt. A squirt of piss came out and she couldn’t fight it anymore. She spread her legs while sitting on a stool and let it all out. A giant fountain of piss flew through the restaurant and landed on the floor and Camila’s shirt. Hanne and the bride sighed with horniness and Robert stroked his dick even harder.

“Good news,” said Lizani when she finished. Her stool was wet and dripping with her piss. “I don’t need to go to the bathroom anymore.”

When she laughed nervously, a train’s speaker came to file.

“Dear passengers, we are approaching the border. Kindly remain in your compartments and prepare your documents and luggage for control.”

Hanne took her beer and went to her compartment. Her destroyed dress was tangling her legs, so she ripped it all the way down making it into some sort of a coat. She was quite happy that all the passengers were side-eying her pussy as she walked by.

>>29388
I'm glad you like it.
And yes, I am learning :)

PART 3 (final)


Olivia entered the train’s car. She was a little edgy today. Increased controls made her nervous and penalties dealt were starting to make her horny. She was a brunette with her heir made into a pony tail. She was wearing a standard green uniform of a border guard and shades, but her shirt was unbuttoned enough to show aureolas of her breasts. By her belt, hanged by hair, there was a severed head of a girl.

Her partner, Sarah, was much younger. She was a tiny blonde with big eyes that resembled a scared roe. Her uniform was always up to code. She didn’t know that she wouldn’t have any repercussions about it yet.

They were supposed to look for some stolen gold or other bullshit. Olivia didn’t really bother but an order is an order. They started the routine control and moved down the train.

At one point they entered a compartment and saw a young couple. The woman was topless and was giving her husband a blowjob.

“Good evening,” started Olivia. “Please present your passports.”

Camila left her husband’s penis and handed them two small books.

“Let me see… Robert Utterbale and Camila Ramirez…”

“It’s Utterbale as well, actually,” explained the bride. “Here’s our marriage certificate. He’s going to snuff me on our honeymoon.”

“Nice,” said the guard. “Oh, actually, Mr Utterbale’s passport is expired. Sarah, will you take care of it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The young guard took her knife out and slit Robert’s throat. He choked on his blood, made strange gargling sounds and fell on the floor convulsing. His dick, in a desperate attempt to leave an offspring behind, started shooting loads of cum. After a while he stopped moving, leaving Sarah covered with his blood and semen.

“Oh, wait, my mistake,” noticed the older guard. “That was an issue date, not expiration. Oh, well, passports are in order then. Now for the luggage control.”

“What the fuck?!” Camila was furious. “He was supposed to fucking SNUFF ME!! I was edging him FOR WEEKS!!”

“You are entitled to file a complaint.” explained Olivia. “Now, please open your luggage for inspection.”

“You fucking bet I will file it!” complained Camila, but she opened her suitcase nevertheless.

A huge collection of dildos and vibrators fell out of her luggage. Some were huge, some were in peculiar shapes and some were designed to hurt and destroy the pussy they were entering.

Olivia noted nothing out of ordinary, so she and Sarah left the compartment and headed for the next one. She was getting edgy. All those small inconveniences and misfiels were getting on her nerves. Thinking about the remaining half of the train she entered the next compartment.
Inside was a family. The mother was wearing a blue sundress that was ripped in the middle. And she was missing fingers in her left hand. Her kids were mostly naked.

“Good evening. Please present your passports.”

“Here you go.”

Hanne gave the guard all the passports. Some of them she returned as they belonged to deceased kids.

“I like the head.” Hanne pointed at Olivia’s belt. “Who is she?”

“Oh, it’s the ‘bring your daughter to work day’. Kinda fun, if you asked me.”

“Oh yeah, I have a head of my daughter too!”

Olivia looked up and noticed Rosie’s head. She nodded.

“Passports are in order. Now onto the luggage check.”

“Here’s the thing…” stuttered Hanne. “Would you mind skipping our luggage?”

“Ma’am, this is standard procedure. I’ll have to file the report."

“You seem stressed…” tried the mother. “Maybe we could give you some relief…”

Olivia looked at her suspiciously. She thought for a second.

“I want the kid,” she pointed at Jack.

The boy, naked and scared, stood up. He looked terrified, but his small penis was already throbbing with anticipation. Olivia snuggled his balls for a second, then she dropped her skirt and sat on the bank. She spread her legs showing her shaved pussy to the boy.

“Come at me,” she ordered with authority.

Jack came closer. She started touching the guard’s pussy and entered her. Olivia let out a moan. After a day like this she needed a good fuck. Jack, on the other hand, was happy to have received lessons from her sister earlier.

“Sarah!” moaned Olivia. “You didn’t see anything!”

“Yes, ma’am!” agreed her subordinate. “Actually, I had an accident with a weapon and I can’t report anything.”

She took out her gun and obediently put it into her mouth. She pulled a trigger and a loud noise shook the whole compartment. Her brain splattered all across the ceiling. Her body went limp and fell on the ground.

That was enough to push Jack over the edge. Olivia held him with her legs and twisted his neck with a loud crack. She let the body pump loads of cum inside her as she was having her strongest orgasm in a while.

When the emotions calmed down she kicked Jack’s body away.

“That was some good fucking,” she sighed with relief. “I miss my son’s dick. Oh well, you are free to cross the border.”

She wrote something down in her notepad and left the compartment. There was a white dribble of cum running down her inner thigh. She went down the train with her pussy and butt exposed. The family didn’t know if she forgot her skirt or just didn’t care. They were, however, continuing their trip.

***

They switched off the light and went to sleep. They didn’t want to separate, so they stayed in the same compartment. Hanne took one bank, John the one above her, Lizani and Vanessa took the opposite bank and they put Stumpy in the last one.
The mother laid in her sheets naked and couldn’t sleep. She was hearing discrete sounds of kissing coming out of the girls' bank. It was interrupted with occasional silent laughter. After some time a new sound joined the soundscape. It was a wet, meaty sound along with deep panting. ‘They started playing with their pussies,’ Hanne concluded. ‘Good for them. It was a long and stressful day.’

At one point she noticed a dark figure approaching her.

“Mom, are you awake?” whispered John. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing, honey,” answered the mother equally silent.

Whispering was pointless, though. Their voices could be heard in the compartment without a problem. The girls were panting even harder now.

John entered his mother’s sheets. She felt his hard dick poking her belly.

“This suitcase of yours,” he started. “It’s full of stolen gold, isn’t it?”

She hesitated for a while. She felt a warm embrace of her son’s hands on her tits. He squished them and caressed her nipples.

“It’s that obvious, isn’t it?” she confessed as one of his hands was moving down her body. “We’re not going on vacation,” she added, feeling his fingers entering her pussy. She moved one of her legs up to give him access. “We’re starting our new life. One, where we can finally afford a nice place and won’t have to worry.”

She heard one of her daughters moan. It was Vanessa, she guessed. She then felt something much bigger entering her womanhood and starting moving in and out. She was already wet.

“That’s fine with me,” replied John.

She let out a horny moan. She didn’t care if they were heard by the girls. They actually all made sure to be heard in the other bank. At one point Hanne heard a loud moan and wet sound of something splashing on a ceiling. One of the girls must have squirted.

After a few minutes John struck harder and she felt a huge load of cum filling her pussy.

“Oh, my God, I hope you impregnated me!” she whispered with her slutty voice.

It was very quick, but on the other hand she made sure to edge him the whole day. John didn’t finish at that, though. He started fucking her again. He switched to her mouth, then back to her vagina. He pulled her hair aggressively. He came two more times that night.

When Hanne fell asleep, she was only disappointed that he didn’t snuff her and she was going to live another day. But the orgasms were worth it.

***

The sound of train wheels was cluttering as the morning sun entered through windows. John nudged Hanne’s arm in order to wake her up.

“Mom, we’ll be in Garrotville soon.”

“Ok, good,” she grated. “Wake up your sisters too, ok?”

She sat in her bank in order to make the sleepiness go away. John approached his sisters’ bank. He looked at cute naked girls hugging each other. Then he grabbed his penis and started peeing on their faces.

It took a while for them to realize what was going on. Their brother was emptying his whole bladder, even after they woke up and sat on their banks.

“Get your things, we’re leaving the train soon,” ordered the mother taking her morning piss on the floor..

She put her straw hat on. Having only this garment, she took her suitcase and started pulling the heavy luggage to the door. John put on his clothes and helped her, while also having his own bag. Girls went to their compartment, put on some fresh clothes (their shirts quickly became wet from their skin and their nipples were visible through the fabric) and got prepared too.

Once they arrived at Garrotville they disembarked quickly (Hanne’s suitcase broke another wheel) and watched as the train started continuing its journey.

“Mom, what about Tom?” asked Lizani.

“Who?”

“Tom, your son… You know, Stumpy?”

“Oh!”

The train accelerated to quite a speed now and was leaving the platform.

“Eh, someone will find him and send him over.” Hanne waved her hand. “Who wants to see their new apartment?”

They left the station: a naked, dirty woman wearing only a straw hat, two girls with their nipples visible through their pee-covered shirts and a boy embracing the butts of his mother and his sister.

***

Camila entered a compartment. She was wearing a train company branded T-shirt. She didn’t care about Robert one bit, but having her snuffing night ruined has left her grumpy. She took a job on the train in hopes someone would snuff her. Or maybe she would be promoted to the restaurant car attendant and she could snuff herself.

She unrolled several plastic bags and started putting the bodies inside. Then she noticed a boy. He was lying on the bed, having no arms and legs or even a tongue to ask for help. He looked at her with despair, her being his only hope to make it out alive.

She put him in a bag along with the other bodies and put the bags outside. She cleaned the blood, brain and other bodily fluids, changed the sheets and proceeded to the next compartment. She was actually enjoying her new job and was already looking forward to a possible humiliating end.

I wonder if Epstein enjoyed the website too...

BlackRex delivers good fun once again!

The only complaint I have for this one is it was hard to keep track of all the kids. There's a point where mom describes which kid is from which husband, which gives some idea of their ages relevant to each other, but I felt like it wasn't quite enough and came late enough in the story that they all already settled in my mind as some homogenous blob of a group rather than individual people. It's kinda in the spirit of the story where they don't care how many and which of them die, but for the reader it would be more enjoyable to actually be able to put an image of a character behind each name rather than think of any of them as "one of the kids".

You know how some authors here make a list of the characters before the story with their ages and relation to each other? Well, relation is obvious here, but ages could be helpful and maybe a short visual description (hair color and such). I used to not like such lists, seeing them as a failure to introduce the characters properly within the story, but I guess nowadays I became too dumb to pick out bits of descriptions sparsely sprinkled around the text here and there.

Maybe it's just an inherent problem of stories that start with a big group of characters rather than getting a chance to introduce them one by one. Perhaps a solution (other than just include a list before the story) could be to start the story with mom taking turns interacting with each of the kids individually, at maximum two at a time, or perhaps a couple of kids interacting among themselves, each interaction serving to introduce one or two characters, focusing on establishing their name, age, looks, personality. Or you could even do that without interactions by starting with visual descriptions of each character, which would be a natural place to include their name and age, and perhaps their choice of outfit or a remark on their demeanor could also give a hint to their personality.

Sorry, somehow it ended up like this long rant, even though I meant to just make a little critical remark about an otherwise good story.

>>29400
Do you have to bring up real life atrocities here and ruin everyone's enjoyment of fantasy?
He'd probably see us as a bunch of losers who can't get their hand on the real thing, same way a dad seeing their some play Call of Duty and going "games are for little babies, if you enjoy shooting you should enlist into army and kill real people like a grown up man". Ergo, he wouldn't be enjoying this site.

>>29414
You know, these are all valid points. I find it common that authors forget that readers doesn't have their knowledge about characters and world (myself included). Thank you for writing your "long rant", I really enjoyed reading so well refined criticism. I'll certinly take that into account in my next stories. Ad I'm glad you enjoyed my little massacre trip.

>>29400
As for your post, please be aware this is just fantasy and a way to cope with traumas (I certainly see some patterns in my art). This community is strongly against real world harm.

>>29416

OP of the Epstein comment here.

What you said is...I think it makes sense.

>>29414

it wasnt for trolling. What hinged on my mind was that the monster regularly met (and financed) m00t, and even had specific likes here.

Maybe he was grooming us to accept the files as normal...

or we were always fucked as a species...

>>29419

I think the reality is that our tastes in fantasy aren't actually that uncommon; just hidden behind obvious taboos.

The problem is that when those tastes end up in a person with the resources and lack of empathy necessary to become a multi-billionaire, they're liable not to remain fantasy. And when you have toadies lining up to provide for every whim of those people in exchange for leverage, you get your Epsteins and your Diddies.

If anything, this place makes me inclined to think that we have scarcely scratched the surface of the depravity in those files.

I really enjoyed this story!

>>29426
Holy shit for real. I consider myself a very empathetic person. Like I’ve transitioned fully to ai porn because it feels less exploitative. But if someone with my sense of “morals” can imagine some utterly fucked up scenarios? What the fuck did those psychos do that wasn’t documented?