"You're really going to kill me, aren't you?" she asks me.

"'Fraid so," I answer, as I hold her.

"There's no way I can convince you to let me live? I could be your fuck toy," she offers.

"I would if I could, but the reality is that if I don't kill you, we'll both die, and if either of us were captured alive, we'd die far worse than what I'm going to do to you," I explain.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asks hesitantly.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes," is her simple response.

"I'm going to gut you and then cut your throat," I tell her directly, as I get ready to restrain her if she panics.
I can feel her pulse quicken, and in a shaky voice, she asks me, "I thought you said it'd be quick."

"Relatively, yes. I have a tool that will do it in less than a second," I tell her. I don't know how much of a reassurance that is, but she holds me tighter in response.

"I'm scared," she whimpers.

"I know, honey. It's not fair, and you don't deserve it, but there's no way to stop it. I'll try to make it as easy on you as I can," I try to console her.

"Don't worry," she sniffles, "I'll be good and do as you say, I promise," she tells me on the verge of tears, as she buries her face into my neck. "I never asked your name," her small voice tells me.

"Tom, but most people call me Tommy," I tell her.

"Tommy, this is gonna sound strange, but... will you be my boyfriend. I mean, just until you kill me?"

Her question is so earnest that the only answer I can give her is, "Yes, I'm your boyfriend, and you're my girlfriend." To myself, I thought, what the hell. Boyfriends kill their girlfriends all the time.

"Tommy?" I hear a question in her voice.

"Yes, hun?"

"I need to use the bathroom," she tells me, and I almost laugh.

"Okay, but I need to go with you."

"Oh, that's, uh, kind of embarrassing," she tells me.

"I know, but you know I can't risk letting you out of my sight," I reply.

"Yeah, I get it. It's just... I need to do... You know, both."

"You should get everything out now," I tell her without thinking.

"Why... oh, is it true that people shit themselves when they die?"

"Yeah, afraid so."

"Yeah, I guess it's better that I do it now."

We go into the hall bathroom, and she takes a seat on the porcelain throne. She blushes hard before I hear the familiar sound of pee hitting water. I realize that I need to take my post-nut piss as well. "Vivian, I need to pee, too. Mind if I just go between your legs?"

She almost looks like she's going to laugh, then tells me, "I guess, but call me V."

"Okay, V. Spread your legs a bit," I instruct her. She does so, and I squat down a bit because a post-nut piss can be unpredictable. My intuition was right, because my stream comes out in two directions. However, even with squatting down, part of the stream strays against her pussy.

She giggles and tells me, "That feels so weird."

"Sorry about that," I tell her right before the blockage clears and my stream flows normally.
She suddenly lets out a loud fart. We stare at each other, and her face goes bright red before we both start laughing. She lets go of a turd with a splash, and we laugh even harder! With each turd that falls, our laughter renews. I sit on the bathroom floor because I can hardly breathe. By the time she's done, we're both crying!

It takes her some time to catch her breath enough to wipe. She also uses a wet wipe, and when she turns around and bends over to flush, I get a clear view of her little asshole. After using the wet wipe, it's completely clean and a lovely shade of pink! I'm a big fan of anal, and a tiny pink asshole on a girl is a major turn-on for me.
When V turns back around, I'm already close to full mast. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. "What caused that?"

"The cute little pink asshole of yours," I tell her directly.

"Does that mean you want to have sex with my butt?" she asks with an unsure tone in her voice.

I'm a little surprised at my desire to do just that. I've already cum twice today, and the second time wasn't very long ago, but I feel the desire all the same. "I do, but we should probably skip that. Anal is painful, especially the first time. You probably wouldn't get much enjoyment out of it," I explain.

"You should still do it," she tells me, and I'm taken aback.

"You want me to fuck your ass?" I ask skeptically.

"Honestly, no, but I still think you should. I'm gonna die soon, right?" she asks, and I nod. "Well, if I'm gonna get killed soon, I should experience as much as I can before that. I might as well find out what it's like to get my butt raped."

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to rape that cute little ass of yours, but I'm not into making my victims suffer unnecessarily," I explain.

"I said I didn't want to die a virgin. Might as well take all my virginity. Besides, you're my boyfriend, and you would have had sex with my butt eventually, right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's true," I admit. "Mind if we do it in your parents' room? I need to see if your mom's still out."

"Are you going to rape me in front of her if she's awake?"

"Do you care if I do?"

She thinks about it for a few seconds and then tells me, "No. She's mostly responsible for this, so she deserves to see me get raped."

Before we leave, I do a quick search through the bathroom drawers and cabinet. To my joy, I find a jar of Vaseline. I take a scoop out with my finger and spread it between V's cheeks. "That feels so weird," she complains.

"Trust me, you'll be glad it's there soon."

We go to the end of the hall, and I see her mother starting to stir on her bed. As I suspected, it's been long enough for the drug to start wearing off. With effort, she manages to roll over so that she's facing us. She's groggy and unfocused at first, but quickly gains awareness when she sees her daughter and me both nude in her doorway. She starts to scream into the gag and thrash about on the bed. I can only imagine what curses she's trying to direct towards me.

"Mom! Stop!" V commands in a surprisingly strong voice. Vicky suddenly stops, shocked, at her daughter's outburst. "Mom. The family knows that Dad has been talking to the feds. They're going to kill him, and Tommy was sent here to kill us. There's no getting out of it. I know. I tried, but he's got to kill us because they'll kill him if he lets us go, so that's it. We're going to die, and it's your fault!" She shouts at her mother as tears begin to run down her cheeks. She sniffs and then says, "But before he kills us, Tommy's going to rape my butt in front of you, so watch closely. This is happening because you were greedy and convinced Dad that we didn't have enough, so I hope this is enough for you," she tells her mother, as she gets down on her knees in front of me and takes hold of my half-hard cock.

I realize that she is planning to suck my dick, and I almost stop her. The image of her biting me in a desperate ploy to escape, but I dismiss the idea. Maybe it's stupid of me, but she genuinely seems sincere. I let her take the head into her mouth and start sucking on it. It's clear that she has no idea what she's doing, but she's eager, and I appreciate that. Vicky is screaming into her gag again, but we both ignore her. "Roll your lips over your teeth to guard them," she does as I say. "Now, use your hands to stroke my shaft," she dutifully follows my instructions. In short order, I'm fully hard again and ready.

"Go to bed over the foot of the bed," I tell her, as I stroke her hair.

She does as she's told, and Vicky stops screaming as she watches, horrified and fascinated, as her daughter does as I say. I move behind her and use my index finger to push some of the Vaseline into her asshole. She tenses and squeaks in response. It's an adorable reaction. I withdraw my finger and take hold of her narrow waist with one hand as I line up my member on her puckered hole with the other. I start applying pressure, and she hisses in a sharp breath as her body tenses. I keep up the pressure, and she grips the bedsheets while releasing a pained cry. Vicky starts to thrash and scream again in protest, but she can't do much being hog-tied, and the drug has sapped most of her strength.

I push past the resistance of V's anal ring, and in a steady, unrelenting motion, drive my entire length into her bowels. A screaming whale rips from her lungs, as tears flow down her cheeks! I feel bad for her, but I have to admit that this is wonderfully thrilling! With my groin pressed firmly against her tight little ass, I lean over her and tell her, "Your ass is amazing, baby. I've never felt anything so sweet. I'm gonna start fucking it now. You ready?" I ask her. She sniffs and sobs, but she nods her head with some jerky motions.

I resisted going full send on her at first, even though I wanted to. She was being so good for me that I had to go a little easy on her, at first. It was difficult to hold back because her asshole was the tightest ring to ever grip my cock! If I hadn't already come twice tonight, I probably wouldn't have lasted long, but as it was, I just kept going like the goddamn Energizer bunny!

Vicky's screaming and thrashing eventually died down to crying sobs. V's crying and whaling died down to pained grunts, too, as I slammed into. However, after a while, her grunts were joined by distinct moaning. I figured that the pain in her ass had died down enough that she was used to it, but was she also enjoying it? Vicky had noticed too, as she stopped sobbing.

"Is my little girl enjoying getting her ass punished?" I ask in a growl.

"Yes, Daddy!" she moans.

Daddy? I guess my calling her my little girl triggered the response, and I have to admit that I like it! "My little girl is such a naughty slut! Enjoying me raping your ass!" I tease.

"Yes, Daddy! I'm such a bad girl. I need you to punish me harder!" she cries out. Vicky looks horrified by the exchange, but I can see her squirming too. Part of her is getting off on this. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, considering how V is. I continue to fuck her until she's screaming in both pain and pleasure, "DADDY!" but I know that she's not calling for her dad; she's calling to me! One of her legs is on the bed, spread wide, while I grip both her wrists in one hand, pulling her head back by her hair with the other. I pull her into me to increase the force of my thrusts until eventually my cock swells as I grunt and growl until finally, I slam myself to the hilt and explode inside her! Her anal ring quivers as my cock pulses. After my orgasm passes, I release her, and she collapses on the bed in a heap.

Without pulling out, I lean over her and tell her softly, "You did great, baby."

She turns to look at me and says, in the sweetest voice, "Thank you, Daddy," before leaning towards me with her lips puckered. I meet her lips, and we kiss passionately. I can sense Vicky's shocked confusion, and, truth be told, I don't blame her. I also know that I've taken too long with this.

"V, honey," I say as I break our kiss.

"Yes, Daddy?" she answers with a nervous edge to her voice that tells me she suspects what I'm going to say.

"It's time," I tell her simply.

As she looks up at me with her big, fearful brown eyes, her lips tremble. Her eyes squeeze shut, and tears form in the corners. She gives a quick nod of her head to acknowledge her understanding, and I slowly pull my dick from her ass. Some of my cum leaks down across her pussy as I do. I help her to her feet and give her support with her shaky legs. "We need to get my bag," I tell her, as I guide her back out of her parents' bedroom and down the hall to her room. She seems to be in a kind of stunned trance. I retrieve my bag from her closet and check the contents. I then guide her back to her parents' bedroom, where her mother is wailing into her gag.
"V, it might be easier to go first. Knowing what's coming will only increase the anxiety. It's pretty quick, but it's... graphic," I tell because I want to do whatever I can to make this easier on her.

She shakes her head negatively. "I want to stay with you as long as possible. Besides, Mom was already punished by making her watch you rape me. It feels really cruel to make her watch you kill me, too," I think she deserves it for causing this, but I keep that to myself. I close the bedroom door and lock it. I have no worries about us being interrupted, but it's a precaution in case V decides to bolt when she sees what's going to happen to her.

I would normally just dump Vicky off the bed, but for V's sake, I ease her off the edge and onto her knees. I have to hold her under her arms to keep her up, being hog-tied. I take my gut hook out of my bag. It's a wicked-looking instrument. It's a hook with a T-handle and a sharpened blade formed inside the hooked end. I pull her back until her hands and feet are against the bed. Her eyes follow the hook. I insert the point of the hook into her pussy, and she screams into her gag as the razor-sharp edge of the blade digs into the tender flesh of her cunt.

She tries to lift high on her knees to get away from the pain, but as she does, I give the hook a hard pull-up and then out, right below her sternum. She lets out a sharp gasp around the gag as it happens. Having her gut suddenly split open took all the air out of her. She looks down in horror as the new red line in her abdomen starts to open up. There's a slightly delayed reaction as gravity takes hold, and then suddenly the sound of a wet splat fills the room as all of her loose guts fall to the floor. She's gone bone white and stares at her freed insides in quiet shock. I see V is in much the same condition. They likely both think that this can't be real.
I rest her on the side of the bed as I pull out my phone and step in front of her to get a couple of pictures to show Mickey after I'm finished. I don't waste time, and I'm able to move back to catch Vicky before she falls. "Easy, Vicky," I tell her as I take out my knife. "Hard parts' over," I tell her as I run the blade from under one ear, all the way to under the other. A wet gurgling sound comes from her throat as her esophagus fills with blood. In moments, her chest is covered in red as her heart pumps the last of her blood out. She twitches a bit and then goes still.

"Oh god," V squeaks.

"Yeah, it's not pretty," I lament.

"And, it's my turn now?" she asks in a trembling voice.

"I'm afraid so," I tell her, as I reach out my hand. She hesitates a moment, and I worry that I'll have to wrestle her down into submission, but my concerns pass as she takes my hand and meekly comes close. Against my better judgment, because it will only make things harder, I pull her into a hug. She instantly starts to bawl her eyes out against my chest.

I feel her hot tears, saliva, and snot against my skin, but I pay it no mind. "There, there, baby. Soon you won't have anything to worry about. A short pain and then peace," I try to soothe her.

"I don't want to go yet! I want to be your little girl, and feel you fuck all my holes every day!" she wails through sobs.

"I would love nothing more than that to be reality, but you know that can't happen," I tell her softly. She just wimpers and cries in response. She's settling down, and I give her the time she needs to come to terms with things. I wouldn't expect any other girl to accept these circumstances, but V is special. She doesn't deserve this, and she should have a bright future doing great things, but fate is a bitch, and maybe I'm a coward for not challenging it, but I'm a killer. I was sent to end this girl's life, and that's what I'm going to do.

"Okay, I'm ready," she tells me through sniffles.

"Okay, honey. Kneel next to your mom," I instruct, and on shaky legs, she moves to comply. I help her down, so she doesn't fall. I take a stick wrapped in leather out of my bag. "Here, hun. Bite down on this. It'll help. Trust me," I tell her, and she opens her mouth. She bites down on the leather, and I reach around her with the gut hook going between her legs. She starts to tremble as she watches it, so I tell her, "Don't look at it. Look at me." She does as I say, and our eyes lock. She's terrified, but there's a longing in her eyes. Longing for me, and it's enough to break my heart. She hisses in a breath as I insert the hook into a recently de-flowered cunt. She holds my free hand with her left, as her right hand holds the back of my neck for support. My hand holding the hook makes a quick upward jerk, and her eyes go impossibly wide! She slowly looks downward to see a red line down her little stomach to her little mons, now split in two. The bite stick drops from her mouth as she watches the two sides of her stomach separate, and then her insides spill out onto the floor. She's frozen in shock and doesn't even notice me moving around to get a video. She tentatively probes at her open stomach and gawks at her intestines spilled out between her legs.

She looks like she's about to pass out, so I quickly move back to her and help support her. She asks me in a very weak voice, "You won't forget me, will you?"

"Never," I tell her, and she leans her head back for me. I lower my face to hers, and we share a final kiss. Despite her state, she kisses me with a desperate passion. I run the blade across her throat, and our eyes meet, but she doesn't break the kiss. Our mouths fill with her blood, and her tongue can barely move, but still, we hold our kiss until her eyes go unfocused and the light goes out of them. I watch as her soul leaves her body behind, and I know that if there's any justice, her soul is going somewhere I'll never be allowed to enter.

I position her next to Vicky and take some photos of the final results. I sent the pictures and video to Luci via an encrypted message. I know that it will be the last thing Mickey sees before he dies, and I feel some satisfaction after he caused me to do this to such a wonderful young girl.

I use their bathroom to take a shower. I carefully scrub off every last trace of blood. Once finished, I go back to V's room to get dressed. I find her cell phone and take it with me. I strategically spray an accelerant around the house. As distasteful as it is for me, a generous portion goes on V herself, especially in her cleaved cunt and up her ass to ensure no DNA evidence survives the fire. I see that I can unlock her phone with face recognition. I position the phone so it faces her, and it unlocks. I scroll through her photos to find a multitude of selfies and videos, including many of her striking, sexy poses in various states of undress. I take a moment to install the encrypted message app before sending myself my favorites. I decided on a mix between her cutest and sexiest. After that, I put her phone with her body.

I start the fire in the bedrooms before making my way out of the house. I make a quick retreat back to my car and leave the area, taking the scenic route. When I finally make my way back to the city, I find Luci waiting for me in my place. It's not a surprise, as she often wants to see me after a job. "How'd things go with Mickey?" I ask her.

"Ya know, the usual. A lot of begging and pleading, swearing he'll do anything. Of course, that was until he saw what you sent me. That got the impotent outrage before breaking down completely. He hardly had any energy to scream when his dick and balls were cut off. How'd things go with the girls?" she asks me, as she spreads out on my couch.

"No problems," is all I care to respond.

"I noticed the daughter wasn't tied up. What happened there?" she inquires.

I think about how to respond. "She was compliant" is the best I can think of.

"Compliant? Really? I thought a young girl like that would have been completely hysterical. What did you dose her with?"

"Nothing. She asked me not to, and because she wasn't screaming or trying to run, I didn't."

"Really? Holy shit! That's amazing! Was she crazy, or did you promise her something to get her not to fight it?"

"I granted her last wish," I try to leave it at that, but, of course, Luci wouldn't let it stay that way.

"Come on, Uncle Tommy, you gotta tell me what it was," she begs.

Knowing that Luci won't let it go, and I know she won't tell anyone, I confess, "She wanted me to take her virginity before she died."

"No shit? Fucking hell, Uncle Tommy, that's the hottest thing I've ever fucking heard!"

"Really? That's your takeaway?"

"Of course! Having her last wish to have her first lover and then have that lover kill her? Holy fuck, I wish I could have been there to see it! God, I am so fucking jealous of her now! Please tell me you can go one more time because fucking hell, I'm horny now!"

"Do you know how long it's been since I've cum four times in one day?"

"Four? Did you do her twice?"

"She wanted me to rape her in front of her mom. She was understandably angry with her, and that was how she wanted to punish her," I explained.

"Doesn't seem like rape at that point... unless... did you fuck her little virgin ass?" She studies me for a bit before exclaiming, "Holy shit! You did!" She quickly strips her dress off and bends over the couch with her ass pointed at me. "Come on, Uncle Tommy. Fuck my ass. Imagine I'm your little princess if you want, but take out all your rage on me, please!"

I go to her. I take out my phone and play one of V's sexy videos on repeat. I place it on the couch next to Luci before spitting on her asshole and ramming my cock into her! I hate fuck her for what feels like hours, but I eventually do shoot my load.

When I'm done, I slump over her. As I catch my breath, she asks me, "You're going to kill me too one day, right, Uncle Tommy?"

"One day," is my simple response.

"I've been waiting for it since our first time. Don't make me wait too much longer," she tells me, and my kiss is my promise to her.

The End

That's the end of this story. My dad intends for it to be a single shot that leaves the reader imagining what happens next, but I've been trying to convince him to turn it into a series. What do you think? Did you like? Is it good as is, or do you think that the story should continue?

Very intriguing story! Perhaps the two of you could write some more based on your RPs?

>>29430
We're working on something like that now. It's a sci-fi story light on the science on a world with a massive abundance of girls but not enough livestock to feed everyone. Cannibalism is the primary food source, but it's more a plot device for making snuffing young girls an acceptable practice and and not what the story centers on. It's from a girl's perspective, so I'm telling him my thoughts and feelings and he's doing the writing. It has inspiration from Dolcette and your Sydneyverse but this is more nc and semi-nc. It focuses on how it feels to be a girl in a world where you're almost certain to die young and you have no choice about it.

I'm not sure if people will like it since most of the stories here seem to be casual and con.

"My daddy has been writing me snuff stories with various scenarios to help satisfy my particular desires."

Sir, you are a HRT-drunk troon with no "daddy"

>>29433
I'm not on HRT and I'm not trans. I'm a biological woman and that is a really weird assumption for you to make just because I have a snuff fetish.

>>29434
Agreed! Rude and unneccessary!

>>29433
Even if this is someone just playing out a fantasy, none of us around here have the right to judge considering what we're into.

5(Sun)22:38:29
>>29434
> Agreed! Rude and unneccessary!

I second this!

>>29422
> My daddy has been writing me snuff stories...

If you don't mind me asking, do you mean your literal father, or just someone you refer to that way?

>>29488
I said "daddy" because I wondered if it was good idea to confirm that he's actually my dad, but at this point I don't think it matters.