K/V: Victim
Name: Szofia Fazekas, rank: Corporal
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image.
Personality: Rough spoken, extroverted, with a deep sense of insecurity for being one of the few females in her platoon. Extremely loyal to her friends.
Scene: Her company has been ordered to take part in a suicidal all out frontal attack against an impenetrable mountain fortress.

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It had been weeks since I escaped the penitentiary. I was several states away, laying low in a public park far from any trails or camp sites. I had made it a habit to not stay too long in any single spot, and it was getting time for me to move again. Or at least, that's what I had planned for that fateful day.

The burbling creek ran, fat with winter run off from the mountains. I was filling up water bottles in preparation for my next move when the girl stumbled upon my little hideaway. The first thing I noticed was the tell tale sound of branches and leaves brushing against fabric, and then humming.

I hunched down low, and placed one hand on the revolver I kept in my waistband holster. Then I heard a young girl's voice right behind me. "Hey mister, whatcha doin?"

I almost fell over in surprise and twirled around. The girl was facing me, her hands filled with a bundle of sticks and twigs.
She dropped the sticks when she saw the gun in my hand. I moved almost automatically. In a flash, I tackled her. Slamming her into the ground, she exhaled dramatically and I took the opportunity to shove the barrel of the revolver under her chin.

Her blue eyes widened in shock. She kept her mouth shut, clever girl. Not that it would do her any good, but I wouldn't make it hard on her. "What's your name?" I ask her in a low voice.
"A-Alexandria", she whispered, her voice slightly cracking in adolescent fear. "How old are you, Alexandria?" I ask another question. "I'm fourteen, sir", she answered, again in a small voice.

There was a part of me that screamed, telling me to kill the kid and get the fuck out before her parents came looking. The sensible part of me. There was another darker part of me that whispered in my ear. Alexandria was a very pretty girl. Her eyes were large and soulful, lush lips that trembled in barely suppressed terror, her body still childishly slender, yet she had curves filling out in all the right places. It had been so long since I had been with a woman.

I take out my switchblade and cut open her t-shirt. Another cut took away her bra, revealing a modest bust. Alexandria closes her eyes and places her arms above her face, her entire body shivering with a misture of fear and disgust. I squeeze and fondle her immature tits, provoking squeaks and moans from the young teen.

I move my attention lower down, my knife making short work of her shorts and panties. There her vagina glistens, a thin tuft of pubic hair crowning her pussy. I take out my cock, already rock hard, and shove it forcefully in. I place one hand over Alexandria's mouth at the same time, while firmly pressing my revolver into her ribcage. A muffled scream comes as I break her hymen, her eyes are clenched shut now, tears streaming down her cheeks. I pump rythmically, almost robotically. I'm tearing at her vagina. Her hands scratch at my arms, but I don't notice. Alexandria is the tightest snatch I've ever been in and I enjoy my time with her immensely.
Like all good things though, my time with her was short. Alexandria notices my pumping frequency suddenly increase. She's no dummy, she puts two and two together. The girl begins battering at my arms and chest, her big blue eyes pleading with me. I ignore her. With a grunt, I come deep inside her womb.

Unfortunately, my orgasm also caused my trigger finger to slip.
The revolver thunders, spitting a .357 slug into the side of Alexandria's ribcage. The hollowpoint round expands almost immediately, slivers and chunks of the bullet tearing through the young girl's vital organs. Alexandria's eyes widen, then roll up. Crimson liquid drips and sprays past my fingers as blood pours from her mouth and nose. Her hands fall limply to her side, a few fingers twitching here and there. I pull out of her cooling pussy and light a ciggy.

A few hours later and I finally finish packing up. I wipe my brow and look over at the smouldering remains of the bonfire. Human bodies are surprisingly hard to break down, and I can still see glints of white bone amongst the blackened charcoal, brush and ash. I puff on the end of my cig one last time, and throw it in the middle of the bonfire pit. It bounces off what used to be Alexandria Brown's femur. I turn and walk away, already thinking about the next camp site.