Name: Renee Norris
Age: 25
Description: See Pic. A proud soldier, unafraid of even her own death. She’s also quite proud of her body, fond of showing it off, and has an insatiable sexual appetite.
Type of Death: Murder or Execution.
Scenario: Enemy soldiers find her relaxing topless near a stream, as her unit set up camp nearby. They either decide to kill her on the spot, or arrest her to be executed on their base. (You decide.)
Bonus: If executed, she agrees to go with them peacefully if they give her some cock.

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Chloe sat on her bed, breathing in the sterile, flowery, aroma of her freshly cleaned house, her gown raised and hand over her tight, round belly. She lightly massaged her stomach, feeling the movements the unborn child in her womb. Her right hand slid around the girth, and reached towards her crotch, only to find her slit out of reach over her bulge.

“Damnit!” Chloe adjusted her position, leaning back, to no avail. “Guess I’ll have to wait till…”

A knock on the front door drew her attention.

“Josh! He’s home early. Good!” Chloe laid back, intentionally leaving her gown raised so that he would see her pussy, out and ready, when he entered the room. Eager for him to take care of the itch her fingers couldn’t reach, a wave of frustration washed over her as she heard another knock. “The door is unlocked, honey! You don’t have to keep knocking.”

A second later a faint click echoed down the hall as the front door opened, and light footsteps approached the bedroom. Chloe spread her legs slightly as he turned the knob, and laid against the pillow as she gazed peacefully at the ceiling.

“Hey Josh, how was your,” the door opened, instead of her chubby husband with messy black hair, a skinny man in his forties, blond hair combed neatly and a neatly trimmed mustache, and a nonchalant expression on his face, entered the room with a silenced pistol in his right hand, “…day,” she finished slowly.

He aimed, her chest expanded, drawing in air. A short high-pitched scream escaped her lips before he fired a bullet into the center of her forehead. Her head snapped back limply against the pillow, as a trickle of blood poured from the red hole in her head. Urine gushed from her urethra, soaking the sheets between her legs. Her assassin, a man sent by her husband’s psychotic, yet wealthy, ex girlfriend, turned and left. Josh would come home hours later, greeted by his wife’s dead pussy, and the end of the family they dreamed of.