It was a dirty war. The fight for survival usually is. After the third world war the earth was in a terrible state. Everybody had predicted that all life on earth would cease, but that was not the case. Those that survived were participating in living hell, and another war broke out, this time an unknown leader had taken advantage of the fact that all the great powers had destroyed each other and now he was raising armies and taking over what was left of the Earth or at least, that which was worth having.

After years of soldiering for the dictator, I was called in to the HQ one day and sat in front of a bunch of the senior officers. They talked to me about my war record, and specifically how I seemed to enjoy killing civilians who were deemed to be enemies of the state. Yes, it was true, I was loyal to the dictator and had no problem killing people who refused to swear allegiance to her when we conquered their territories. They showed me pictures that had been taken as I moved amongst a pit full of people of all ages from one village, putting bullets into the brains of those that had survived the machine-gunnings that put them into the pit in the first place.

The colonel mentioned that he had personally seen me raping a girl that was about to be shot, but he said that was OK, we men must have some outlet for our stress. He said that it even made me more suitable for the job that they were about to propose.

“There have been revolts in some cities, and we have to find a way of putting them down. We are going to set up isolation camps for all who take part in these riots, where we will identify all the criminals and collect their family members to be executed with them. Our genetics experts tell us that this is the only way to ensure a peaceful world for our children.”

“You will in effect be a licensed executioner. Naturally, you will be able to do whatever you wish to people that are brought to you under death warrant, including women and girls. The only two rules that apply are that the morgue must receive the same number of bodies each day that are assigned to you, and that virgins must not be killed while they are still a virgin.”

He said the last but with a wink of the eye, as if he knew that I would take full advantage of that!

Of course I accepted without hesitation.

And so I found myself later on in a daily routine: There were very few men in the daily lists, most had been shot while they were resisting the army. The prisoners would be put into a compound and their files brought to me. I would look them over and decide how to proceed. At the end of the day, sometimes twenty or thirty bodies would be in the morgue ready for disposal by the overnight shift.

I soon found that I enjoyed my work so much that the supply of victims that the government brought me was not enough to satisfy my appetite. There were not enough of the sexy younger girls for me to kill – the people who were involved in the rebellion seemed to be loners or those without much family.

So one day, while reading a news report on the growing necro movement, I decided to see if I could help out. You see, people were so stressed out that they were deciding to kill themselves, mostly in group orgies where everybody participated to get at least one orgasm before a friend would kill them. Girls were especially interested in joining their mothers in these orgies so that they could at least feel what it was like to be have an orgasm before they died.

However there had been some reports of messy deaths where police had to finish people off who were suffering when they arrived. As accepting as society was to the necro movement, people did not have a taste for news reports of women and girls suffering and lying naked in houses for hours before police had time to respond to the calls. Social commentators wondered what would happen if children were to stumble upon them while playing, since some of these orgies had been held in the back yards of houses, and some even in the city’s secluded ravines.

So I proposed a service that the government execution department could perform, and it was approved with no problem by the upper echelons of power. After all, they didn’t want non-productive people around. When people wanted to have such a party, they could make an application, and volunteers from the execution service would attend their party and perform the actual killings. There was a fee involved, to cover the cost of ammunition, drugs, guarding the premises, and disposal of the bodies, but people started applying in such great numbers that we had to rapidly expand. We found a great number of volunteers from the army cadet corps, whose officers endorsed their extra-curricular activities since it would be a way to get them used to killing before they actually went to the front line.

Sometimes there were whole city blocks of people who wanted to die during a state-sponsored orgy, but usually it was just a mother whose husband had died in the war and could not support her family any more. Such a mother was Marina Groskopf, who, with her three daughters and one son, lived in a small semi-detached house at the edge of the city. The evening when I performed the service to them went like many others that I had done before and after, and went like this:

As I arrived at the front door of 154 Maypole Road, I could see faces peering out from behind the curtains. I motioned to the three police officers with me to guard the side of the house and the back door as I knocked on the front.

Marina answered the door dressed in a pink negligee with a housecoat over it, open at the front so I could clearly see her buxom 40-something figure under the negligee..

“Hello Marina,” I said. “I am Rod from the government. May I come in?”

“Yes, of course”, she said nervously, “I am expecting you.”

I carried my suitcase of equipment and put it in the hallway.

“Now the order says I am here for three daughters, Sophia, Maria, and Susan, as well as a son called Peter, as well as you. Are they all here?”

“Yes, they are in the living room.”

She showed me in to the living room and the four stood up to meet me. The girls were dressed in T-shirts and panties and the boy was just wearing shorts. I could see a bulge in his pants, he was obviously ready for what was about to happen. I glanced up and down at the figures of the three girls, petite breasts poking through their T-shirts, bulging camel toes visible through their sheer panties with a smile of approval. I could see them blushing as I looked.

“Now, Marina, have you given the girls the medicine that was sent to you?”

“Yes, sir, exactly as you ordered.”

The standard protocol was for girls to take some medicine for two weeks before their orgy date. This medicine had been designed by our medical staff to bring on their period to ensure that they were in the best part of their cycle for vaginal penetration when their orgy time came. This was just as much for my pleasure as theirs, and indeed was the only way I could perform this task without chafing my penis.

“I also asked that you give the family some sexual education training by watching the prescribed movies, did you do that?”

“Yes, and they really enjoyed them. They played with their pussies and penis while they watched, at my suggestion.”

“And did you give them a physical demonstration by taking your son as a lover?”

“Yes, but it kinda got out of hand and he did it to Susan as well.”

“That’s ok, we want you to be pleasured. I assume you let him go inside you without a condom?”

“Yes sir, he went into both me and Susan without a condom.”

“That’s fine, you may have a small embryo growing inside you but it doesn’t matter.”

Turning to Sophia and Maria, I said, “but you two are still virgins, yes?”

They blushed even more and nodded.

“Very good, now this is the way it is going to be:. Marina, you are going to take Peter and Susan into your bedroom. Let him go into you and Susan as many times as he can keep it up. I am going to take Sophia and Maria into the girl’s bedroom. I find it is much better to do it in a familiar room, with their dolls and girly things still around to comfort them.”

“And remember, if anybody tries to leave the house they will be shot by the police outside.”

Marina looked at her family and wondered if she would see them again. Sensing her doubt, I told her that after everybody was exhausted from orgasming, they would all be together again for one last time. She accepted this and took Peter by the hand, his other arm already possessively around his sister’s waist, and led them upstairs.

“Now girls,” I said to Maria and Sophia, let’s go to your bedroom.”

I put my arms around both girls at the waist to feel their hot bodies, trembling at the thought of what was going to happen to them.

We entered what was typical girl’s bedroom. It was nicely decorated with soft pink furnishings, and the usual rock-star pictures on the wall. Sophia turned to me and said

“Where are you going to do us?”

I looked around and saw that the girls slept on bunk beds, not the best things for fucking a girl on. There was a thick -pile rug on the floor, and I chose that.

“Why don’t you both sit down on the rug, and please, undress yourselves. You know, part of the sexual pleasure for a man is to see the girl naked before he fucks her. And while you are at it, play with each other like you saw in the video. Touch each other between the legs and see how good it feels.”

The girls obeyed. With a little giggle they knelt down on the rug and started undressing themselves. Sophia was the one to first remove her T-shirt, showing small, but well-developed breasts underneath. Maria followed, showing her pert little nipples. They both had very well-formed hips and wore matching panties with a little heart embroidered on them, right over the target area.

“Are you going to give us some foreplay, or just go straight inside us?” asked Maria.

“Of course, foreplay is essential to the completion of a pleasurable act.”

“Is it just because you like feeling girls’ bodies?” Sophia asked?

“No, actually it has a biological purpose. It starts your body generating hormones that will get you ready for penetration of my penis. It makes your breasts and labia swell up, which gets me excited, and it releases liquids into your vagina so I can push my penis in there more easily. It also softens your flesh, especially inside your thighs, which makes it more pleasurable to touch.”

“Wow, that makes me feel so sexy!” uttered Maria.

“And when you actually fuck us, what happens then?”

“Well, I usually push my penis into a girl’s vagina gently at first, until I break the hymen. Once I have gone past that, I will push deeper inside until the end of my penis is rubbing against the cervix, which is the opening to the womb. After a few minutes I will squirt hot liquids inside you.”

“Is that to lubricate us some more?”

“No, that is to fertilize your eggs and get you pregnant.”

“So will we be pregnant when we die?” asked the ever inquisitive Sophia.

“Well, we will never know, but it is a nice feeling.”

“When Peter fucked mother, he squirted his load off as soon as he went inside her and his penis went soft.”

“That happens with boys when they start,” I said, “ but it won’t happen tonight with me!”

With that, I dropped my pants and let them see the enormous sex engine that was soon to rip apart their protective layer f skin.

“Wow, are you going to fuck us with that?” asked Maria.

“Of course my little sweetie, now why don’t you both lie down on the rug and spread your legs apart.”

The obeyed me, and I was soon staring at two little pink slits, glistening with the lubricant that was waiting to ease me sliding in to them.

I took Sophia first. With my hands fondling both of the girls I mounted her. Sophia instinctively grabbed my penis and guided it between her well-puffed-up bright red labia and into her vagina. To my surprise there was no resistance from her hymen. Her mother had said that both girls had been active gymnasts, so that must have popped it. Energetically, I pushed in to her and was soon buried up to my balls in her ultra-tight little vagina. My balls flopped against her labia as I pounded her. Maria watched with joy and fingered herself Sophia moaned and screamed as she felt me inside her. I ended up holding my hand over her mouth because she was getting so loud that I was afraid the neighbors would hear.

It only took a few minutes before I shot a load of hot cum into the girl’s vagina. She seemed to orgasm as the wave of sticky jism hit her cervix, and kept on jerking about on the rug for a full minute after I withdrew from her vagina.

“Did you like that?” I asked

“ooh, mmm, was all she could say.”

After a few minutes of fondling Maria, my penis was erect again and ready to penetrate her. She was nice and wet inside too; I discovered when I stuck my fingers in her.

Soon I was pounding away inside her. She gave out more of a cooing sound that her sister, nice and quiet as I pushed in and pulled out of her. She was really hot, gyrating her hips around my cock and making me feel even more excited. She came to orgasm before I had squirted my load, and soon after she received my sperm with a scream like none that Sophia had given out.

Dressing again, I motioned the girls to go downstairs. “No need to dress,” I told them, you will have more sex downstairs in the basement. I went to the master bedroom and found Peter asleep in his mother’s arms, her pubic area soaked in his white spent cum.

While we were upstairs, the police had led in three prisoners that were scheduled to be executed. They were already stripped naked as I led Marina and her family down into the basement. I got a kick out of seeing the girls, with blood and cum dripping form their vaginas, limping along the hallway, unable to walk properly from the bruising that they had got from my fucking.

“Ok men, you can each take a girl and fuck her, you too Peter. Why don’t you have first pick, maybe pick one of your sisters that you haven’t fucked before. Naturally, Marina was the last to be picked, the man that she got was older than the others, perhaps in his twenties, and looked more like the bookworm type rather than the street-hardened youths that were brought along with him.

One by one the men and Peter chose their fuck-toys and laid them down on the carpet. While they were pumping away into the girls’ vagina, I took out my pistol. The bullets that I use had been loaded with a charge that would propel a flesh-tearing soft-nosed bullet through not one human body but two. Unseen by the four couples fucking away, three policemen had entered to assist me. We each took a position over a couple and fired into the back of the man on top. The room was suddenly filled with acrid smoke and screaming as the people tried to get up and run away, but their wounds were fatal and the best the men could do was to roll over and off the girls The bodies lay there for a few minutes squirming and spasming. We could not tell if it was orgasm or pain that was causing it. I preferred to think the former.

After a few minutes, it was obvious that most were dead, but Maria was still squirming in the corner, lying on her back with her legs spread apart and knees in the air. She was holding her stomach as blood was gushing out and discoloring her golden blonde hair..

“That one over in the corner is still alive, Jones, go over and take care of her.”

Following orders the policeman went over and fired a shot right in between Maria’s nipples. She arched her back twisted her hips, and collapsed, dead.