K/V: Victim
Name: Angie
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: Walking home from school


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"Alright guys, that'll be 250 for each one of you", the under aged whore smiled nervously as she zipped up her skimpy shorts. The three men stared at her, unblinking. "That's way too high", the large one in the middle growled. His two friends nodded their heads in agreement.

Poppy gulped, suddenly aware of how she was alone and out of sight. Then, the two skinnier men pounced, grabbing her wrists and ankles. She squealed and began to kick and squirm. The large leader of the group got up and grabbed a roll of duct tape, teared off a strip and slapped it over her mouth. Poppy's eyes widened in fear.

"You aren't worth anything, you little shit", the man on the left grunted. "Keep her steady, Frank!", the big one yelled as he rustled through a large cardboard box. "Sure Paul, she's not going anywhere!" Frank answered back. "Aha, there it is", Paul mumbled to himself, before fishing a machete out of the box. The knife was brown with rust, and the edge was chipped and scored from years of neglect.

He turned to Poppy and smiled. Poppy knew at that moment she would never see another sunrise. Paul lumbered over to the bed, pressed one hand down on Poppy's flat chest, and ripped off her shorts. His cock was already stiff as he pressed it against Poppy's tight cunt. With a grunt, he shoved it in. A muffled scream emerged from Poppy. Paul pressed one hand down on her flat chest, savoring the feeling of her heart beat pounding against his palm.

He raised the machete as he fucked the girl, the intoxicating sensation of god-like power flowing through him.

Poppy closed her eyes tight.

The machete slammed down, punching through her ribcage and slicing into her heart. The young girl arched her back, a tremedous muffled scream ripping through her throat. Her eyes shot open, and her skinny legs trembled. Paul groaned as her pussy clamped around his cock. He came, filling her dying womb with his cum.

He exhaled, and pulled his limp dick out of the slit. He tossed the machete over to Frank, who began to hack away at her arm. "Dump her in the usual place?", Frank asked. "Yeah, sure", Paul grunted.