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The torches cast flickering shadows across the rocky pillars and stalagmites of the cave. Carmilla glowered at her captors, baring her fangs as they pushed and prodded the young vampire girl onward. The hardened vampire hunters were at first taken aback at the youth and innocent looks of their target, but that was soon replaced with bemused annoyance. The little brat sure acted like a spoiled 11 year old princess.

The entourage turned a corner, and entered a large cavern. Carmilla was shoved to the ground, falling on her knees. The leader of the vampire hunter guild was waiting. Sitting on a crate surrounded by even more men. All of them had lost loved ones to the cruelty of the vampire nobility, and they relished exterminating vampires. Even little girl vampires.

"Lay your filthy paws on me and I'll bite them off, you dumb peasant!", Carmilla snapped as the men surrounded her.

"My comrades, for years we've toiled to stamp out these bloodsucking leeches", the leader started, standing up and gesticulating. "Now, we only have one last vampire". He pointed at the kneeling Carmilla. "Would you like to defend yourself?", he laughed, mockingly.

"Perhaps a deal could be reached?" Carmilla said, in a seductive tone. She shuffled forward on her knees until she was looking up at the guild leader. She raised her head and did her best innocent young doe expression. He had to admit, she was a very feminine figure. Her body, having been turned into an immortal bloodsucker at the age of 11, was forever frozen on the cusp of adolescence. The vampire did her best to show off her budding chest, and smooth porcelain skin. She spread her slender ballerina legs, leaned back and let the hunters see a peek of her pussy, unblemished by the decade since her turning.

"I think we could work something out, Ms. Vampire", the leader of the hunters said. Carmilla leaned forward and laid her cheek against his crotch, closing her eyes as she rubbed her face against his growing bulge. He grabbed her by her hair with one hand, the other undoing his zippers as his erect cock sprung out of its confines. The vampire girl immediately began to kiss and lick the penis in front of her.

She looked up with what she hoped was an innocent, naive little girl look as she took the full length of the dick into her mouth, taking care not to puncture it with her fangs. She felt rough hands grab at her dress, pulling and tearing it off her slim, lithe form. Carmilla felt the dick in her mouth pulsate, then jerk as the guild leader came, shooting a load of hot spunk down her throat. Before she could wipe her mouth and catch her breath, Carmilla was pulled away.

The other men jostled to sample her body. Fingers penetrated her butthole, explored her little slit, rubbed her nipples. She squealed as the men lifted her off the ground, one of them jamming his rod down her anus, two others rubbing their own cocks against her face.
The rape went on for what seemed like hours, one man cumming in her, being followed by another depositing a load on her face, in her hair, on her back, and so it went on.

Faintly, Carmilla heard mention of a stake. The vampire girl felt the first stirrings of fear. It was soon realized when the last hunter blew his load into her, and unceremoniously dropped her to the filth of the cavern floor. The men quickly held her down as she struggled, her cursing silenced as a roll of tape was pressed firmly over her mouth.

The guild leader came back, a large wooden stake in one hand, a hammer in the other. With four of the strongest hunters holding the struggling little girl down, he gently placed the tip of the stake against Carmilla's washboard flat chest.

She sobbed then, for the first time in 10 years. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the stake pressed against her body, horrified at her impending doom. With a grim finality, the leader of the vampire hunters raised the hammer and slammed it down on the stake, driving it deep into Carmilla's body, piercing her heart. Her body arched, stiff and rigid, hands and feet flexing as a viscous black fluid squirted from her nose and mouth. Her eyes rolled back, a low guttural scream rising deep within her throat. Then, as if a switch was pressed, Carmilla slumped back down, still and silent. Her empty eyes stared up past the guild leader, no longer animated with the spark of her soul.

The last vampire of the kingdom was dead.
Name: Elly
Age: 10
Personality: Aloof
Appearance: See image
Apparel: See image
Consent: None
Type of Death: Captured by slavers, sold to a billionaire with a penchant for testing his newest weapons on his slaves
Setting: A private estate owned by an ultra wealthy business man, sometime in the near future

An entire lifetime passed since that day Elly and Gabi were grabbed from their afternoon shopping spree at Walmart. The big mountain man’s shadow fell over them as they were figuring out what chips they wanted. His giant hands fell over their mouths before they could scream, their baskets of toys and clothes tumbling to the ground.
“Scream and I’ll blow your brains out,” he growled while waving a gun in their faces.
Elly believed a grownup, someone working at the store or even a cop, would see him. The store seemed like a ghost town as he forced them to one of the side exits. An older woman passed them by. Elly wanted to scream more than anything if not for the gun poking her ass. The woman waved and Elly could do nothing but grin back as she turned down another aisle. A minute later, she and Gabi were in the back of a van surrounded by three armed men. They were taken to a dusty house in the middle of nowhere and tossed into a basement.
Angelina, her big sister, told her about this when they were watching a true crime show. She called them sex traffickers, said they kidnapped women and sold them. The women become sex slaves, raped by lonely perverts until the buyers no longer found them attractive. Elly couldn’t imagine why they’d want her over a grown woman. Gabi already started growing breasts, she could somewhat understand why they’d want her. Guys liked boobs, Angelina said. Elly’s boobs hadn’t come in yet.
Maybe it would be one of those things where their parents had to come up with a million dollars or they’d kill her? A ransom? Well, not a million. Maybe a few thousand? She couldn’t see her parents coming up with a million. Elly didn’t want to die, even if it sounded better than spending the rest of her life being raped. She looked at pictures of naked guys on her phone every night. The idea of a bunch of them sticking their junk in her at once made her shiver. If they couldn’t get a date without kidnapping girls her age she doubted they’d be cute like the ones she looked up.
All hopes of a ransom situation were dashed when they sold Gabi after two days. Elly went three days later.
“You must’ve had some shitty karma to be bought by this guy,” one of the guys said. “Such a waste,” he squeezed a hand down her shorts and squeezed her ass. “If only I had time,” he growled. “Consider this my condolences.” He shoved a fast food bag into her arms.
Elly imagined her buyer as some old fat guy with a dick thicker than her arms. She thought about asking before deciding she didn’t want to know just then. She shoved it out of her mind as she turned to the two giant cheeseburgers and large fries they gave her; after almost a week of stale bologna sandwiches she was starving.
Two days of travel ended in a desert town that looked like it belonged in a Western. Men in military uniforms, yelling in another language, shoved her into a cage outside a saloon. They chained her arms and legs to the bars and ripped off her shirt. Elly clenched her eyes, sure they would rape her right there. Her shorts never came off.
In the chatter of foreign words she caught something in English. Two words jolted her eyes open: “weapon test.” Among the brown-skinned soldiers two white men were talking. The voice that said “weapon test” belonged to a balding man in a tuxedo. His buddy wore a white lab coat.
They wanted to test a weapon. They wanted to test a weapon on her. Elly became nauseated. They brought her out there to die.
The cage slammed shut and the men drove off in three Humvees. The last one disappeared over the horizon, leaving Elly alone with three tripod cameras.
Elly screamed. “Don’t leave me! Just let me go home. I want to see my family. I’m not ready to die. You can rape me, but please don’t kill me.” She tried pulling at her chains and thrashed when they didn’t break after the twentieth try.
When the booming voice began counting down from sixty, Elly went limp. Nobody was going to save her. They didn’t want to rape her, they wanted to see how some new weapon ended her life. Would that be so bad? If they were testing a bomb it’d destroy her body more than a big cock, but she wouldn’t feel it. Would she?
The countdown reached ten and Elly took a sharp breath. What did it matter if dying was better than being raped? She was a kid! She just wanted to go home to her friends and family. She wanted to see Gabi again and live her life.
“ZERO!”
A torrent of white flashed before her eyes followed by pitch black. She thought it was all over for less than a second, this was death. Searing heat flashed across her skin as if her entire body was pressed against the red coil on the stove. Smoke and scalding air burned her nostrils and throat as she shrieked. Her head throbbed as her eyes burst, boiling goo drizzling down what remained of her face. Her head seemed to split open and everything stopped.

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Name: Alcia
Age: 12
Personality: A shy and nerdy girl with a secret romantic side.
Appearance: See pic
Apparel: See pic
Consent: Sex, yes. Death, no.
Type of Death: Shooting or throat-slitting, hostage during failed negotiations
Setting: Home alone playing video games when a young man breaks in and holds her for ransom.

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Alicia grunted through the tape wrapped over her mouth and glared at her captor. It had been a few hours since the man had slipped into her home and taken her hostage at gunpoint during her usual Friday night gaming session, and her bladder, filled as it was with energy drinks, was ready to burst.

She had given up on trying to worm her hands out of the tightly tied knot restraining them behind her back. She watched her captor fiddle with a camera on a tripod. Alicia was, despite her bravado, very frightened. She was 12, and her parents had given her the talk about sex, pregnancy, and creeps who would take advantage of young girls like her.

The man muttered to himself and stood. He turned and walked back to Alicia, who was still alternating between brave and scared. She looked up at him, his featureless ski goggles reflecting her own visage back at her. His face was hidden, as was his general build, covered as it was in a parka, cargo pants, and combat boots.

From the small of his back, he procured a knife. It was was carbon coated, the only reflectivity coming from the cutting edge of the blade, where the coating had been worn off in sharpening. Alicia's eyes grew as wide as saucer plates as he straddled her stomach. The man roughly grabbed her by the hem of her shirt, slipped the knife under it, and sliced it open, exposing her chest. Her scream was muffled again by the tape covering her mouth.

The knife continued, the man trailing its point over her pale white belly, watching it contract as Alicia sucked in air, terrified.

He slid the knife over her panties, cutting them away from her body. A slim crown of pubes topped her vagina. Alicia was a virgin, although she had listened in on her classmates talking about their very first sexual encounters with cute boys at school, jealousy in her heart. She would excuse herself to go to the bathroom, and masturbate in a stall, thinking of Simon, the captain of the middle school soccer team.

"Do not worry, I will not take your first time".
For the very first time, the man spoke, his voice distorted by some kind of vocoder. "I am simply here to deliver a message. To your parents."

A pause.

He sounded regretful, even through the voice distortion. "You do not deserve this, but your parents have sinned mightily. This will be a wake up call".

He stood, flipped Alicia onto her stomach, placed a knee on her back and grabbed her by her hair. Alicia squeaked as her head was yanked back painfully. Her head forced up, she looked at the blinking LED of the camera, the blinding lights set up around her to light the scene.

The man placed the edge of his knife against her pale white throat. At that moment, Alicia knew what would be happening. She started to pee. The blade was pushed through her neck, a quick sawing motion separating skin, muscle, and opening her carotid artery, slicing through the cartilage of her larynx. A full half of her neck structure was, for a slim moment, visible to the camera. Then came the torrent of blood gushing out from the severed arteries. Pale yellow puke squirted out of the half open esophagus, Alicia's dinner of reheated Mac n'cheese swimming in Monster Energy pumped out of her stomach from sheer abdominal reflex.

Within a few seconds, Alicia passed out, slipping into shock as blood continued to pour out down her chest, coating her slim breasts in bright red. The man whispered a prayer, and let go of her head, letting it drop to the hardwood floor with a thud.

Name: Alexander
Age: 11
Personality: Reserved, aristocratic
Appearance: See pic
Apparel: See pic
Consent: None
Type of Death: Beheading
Setting: A country is overrun by a revolution against the monarchy. The king is deposed, the royal family executed, including the young prince Alexander.

Alexander was led into the white sterile chamber where he would die. He could hear his heart beating in his chest like a hammer as his eyes fell on the guillotine in the center of the room.

“I’ll take it from here.” A dark-haired girl in what appeared to be a nurse’s uniform smiled warmly. The rough guards shoved him in and closed the door with a loud and final clunk.

The king, his father, was killed when rebels threw molotov cocktails at the palace. The revolution lasted mere days following the execution of a prominent war hero and his family, the entire nation turned on him. The army joined the revolution and the new military dictatorship ordered the execution of the entire royal family.

His sister, Princess Alice, already went. He recognized her headless body in the cart. From the damp spot running down her pink dress she must’ve had a full bladder. He shuddered at the realization that his body would be piled on hers’ in a few minutes.

The nurse leaned in and placed a stethoscope to his chest. “Just gotta check your vitals,” she sighed.

Even as his heart raced, Alexander found his eyes drifting to her open cleavage and the ample lumps of flesh under her shirt. For a brief moment, he forgot that this woman was getting ready to end his life. His cock squirmed.

“Well, you have a healthy heart. I’m about to take care of that. Really a shame that we have to kill someone so cute.” As straightened herself she watched Alexander’s eyes follow her bust and started smirking. “See something you like?”

Alexander snapped his head. “I… uh… no… I…” His face turned red.

The nurse reached into his shorts. He couldn’t deny it, his cock was hard as stone as she wrapped her hand around it. “I think you did. If only we had more time to play. Say, have you ever seen boobs in real life?”

Alexander shook his head.

“If you be a good little boy and don’t make a fuss, I’ll let you see them before you die. I know you won’t tell anyone.”

He nodded.

“Good! Now, let’s get you situated.”

She guided him to the guillotine. Alexander kneeled over the bed. She guided his hands and head through the lunette before locking down his legs. The nurse opened the top buttons of her shirt and pulled it down to her waist. She removed her bra, letting her perfect d-cup breasts spill out. “I hope you enjoy your goodbye presents.”

“Do… do I have to die a virgin?” Alexander squeaked.

The nurse giggled. “Yeah, sorry about that.” She pressed a red button and the blade fell. She caught his head before it hit the basket, bringing it up to her face. She locked lips with him. The last thing he felt before going dark was her tongue sliding under his.

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Name: Kaitlyn
Age: 11
Personality: Playful and flirty, obsessed with cute boys.
Appearance: See Pic
Apparel: See Pic
Consent: Sex, Yes. Death, No

Type of Death: School Shooting.
Setting: Katie is masturbating on the toilet during a school shooting. She tries to flirt with the killer when he comes in.

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Kaitlyn bit her lip as she furiously rubbed her slit, her other hand under her camisole and squeezing her blooming breasts. In her mind danced images and fantasies of Sean, her classmate and the target of every 6th grade girl at Martin Brown Middle School. Tall for his age, slim, charming, his wavy blonde hair let fashionably down to shoulders, the star QB of the football team. She imagined him pulling her down for a passionate kiss, his hands wandering down her belly, down towards…

A series of sharp reports echoed through the school. Screaming, then more loud bangs, growing closer to the girls restroom. The lights turned off, then a tinny voice over the PA.

"All students, remain in your classrooms. There is an active shooter situation, this is not a drill. All students, remain in your classrooms."

The door to the girls restroom opened, and someone shuffled in, wheezing and coughing. Kaitlyn held her breath. Another set of footsteps followed closely behind.

"Wait, please." It sounded like Sheila Brooks, a mousy little girl in Kaitlyn's class. "Dont, dont kill me, I'm too young!"

A pause, then the sound of rustling fabric. Something metallic rubbed against polymer, then the sound of a slide being racked.

Sheila squealed, then a tremendous BANG thundered inside the restroom. Something thumped to the ground, a wet gurgling sound trailing off into a wheeze, which went quiet.

Heavy footsteps came ever closer to Kaitlyn. She looked down, saw two black combat boots in front of her stall. Her 11 year old heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

The door opened, and she stared down the barrel of a handgun, black grip and silver slide, a long extended magazine protruding out the bottom.

The man holding it was hidden behind a bulky vest, cargo pants, and a ski mask.

Kaitlyn knew she had to do something, so she slowly lifted her skirt, spread her slim legs and revealed her glistening cunt. "Let m-me go a-and I can make you fe-feel good", she stammered.

He watched impassively, then lowered the gun and undid his pants. A large, erect penis jutted out.

The implication was clear. She reached out and gently took hold of the penis, rubbing it with care. It twitched, and she closed her eyes and took the member into her little mouth, wrapping her soft lips around the shaft and bobbing her head up and down.

The man grabbed her by her hair and shoved her face close to his pelvis as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum deep down the young girl's throat. Kaitlyn coughed and gagged as he shoved her back, strings of jizz dripping and unwinding from her lips.

She was still wiping her mouth with the hem of her skirt when the two 9mm hollowpoint rounds slammed through the top of her skull, penetrating her brain and carving a large hollow cavity through her frontal lobe and temporal lobe. The flattened and deformed projectiles punched out the back of her neck, severing her spinal cord on its way out.

Kaitlyn fell back against the toilet, her arms jerking out, blood squirting out of the top of her head in pressurized streams. Her body, rigid in brain death, slowly slid down to the floor, her pretty little mouth opening and closing in agonal breaths. Globs of semi-liquified brain matter leaked out the exit wounds in the back of her skull and mixed with the liquids dribbling from her loosening bladder.

Name: Kohta
Age: 9
Personality: loyal and dutiful towards his family
Appearance: See pic
Apparel: See Pic
Consent: Semi-con

Type of Death: Seppuku
Setting: Every decade, his town requires a ritual sacrifice to keep the Gods appeased. Kohta has been drawn from a lottery, and he must give his life to keep the family name in honor.

Kohta's body shakes with every step he takes towards the temple. His entire body is on the verge of collapse as fear overwhelms his young mind. He had known for a long time that this day would come, that his name would be picked, but that doesn't make it any easier as he forces his feet to move towards his sacrifice. The only thing keeping him going is the thought of his parents getting to live long and happy lives, the villagers enjoying peace-filled days, and his sister's warm and beautiful smile.

When Kohta reaches the temple's massive wooden doors, a white robed figure takes his hands and guides him into the temple. The pair travel through the many chambers and corridors that fill the building, until reaching a vast room with a domed ceiling and intricate carvings in the walls and pillars. As Kohta passes the carvings, he recognizes a few as depictions of their gods and the stories he used to be told. Standing in the center of the room, is a short man with a dour expression, wearing a black robe and a medallion, one that indicates the head of the temple. He makes a simple gesture in front of him, and Kohta timidly but obediently walks up to him.

"Kneel." The man said in a gentle but commanding voice, and Kohta quietly got to his knees. His heart is racing, it's hard to breathe, and he squeezes his eyes shut so he can prepare for the moment he feels the blade put in his hands, but instead, Kohta feels a hand softly grip his shoulder in reassurance. He looks up in surprise and sees the man kneeling and looking at him with sympathy and comfort. Suddenly, so much of Kohta's stress and fear washes away as he looks at the Head of the Temple.

"Tell me, Young Kohta, do you know what sin lies within you?" The Head Priest asks, his voice now warm and soothing. Kohta knew they would ask him this question, but he had hoped he was wrong. It is well known in the village that the choosing of names is a way to allow the gods to choose who the sacrifice will be, and that those that the gods chose always hold a deep darkness within. It is how Kohta knew he would be picked one day.

Kohta casts his eyes to the ground and hangs his head in shame as he says, "It's my sister, sir. I-I- I love her. I have for a while now.". Kohta's body relaxes as he admits his sin. He had never said it before, and it feels like a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders when he does, but he keeps his eyes down. He knows this is a grave sin, one that could destroy his family, and he expects the Head Priest to berate him for it. However, when Kohta finally looks back up at him, the Head Priest gives a slow and understanding nod.

"I see, the sin of forbidden love. One of the cruelest if you ask me, as we cannot fully chose who we love.", The Head Priest says in a sincere voice. Kohta watches as the Head Priest expression changes, his eyes looking off to the side, clearly contemplating what he is about to say. When the Head Priest looks Kohta in the eyes again, they have a worried look to them. "Kohta, have you and your sister ever- '', the Head Priest begins to say.

Kohta's eyes widen as he realizes the question and he practically yells, "NO, no, no, no, no, no. My sister is completely innocent in all this. She doesn't even know. Please, don't-". Kohta pleas as cut off as the Head Priest gently pats his shoulders and gives a small chuckle.

"Do not worry, Kohta. Your sister has nothing to fear from us.", the Head Priest says, before turning his head to the Robed Man who guided Kohta here and nodding at him. The man then quickly leaves the room. The pair wait in silence for a few minutes, the atmosphere crushing Kohta as he wonders what they're waiting for and what the robed man went to do, but he gets his answers when the Robed Man finally returns, and with his sister following him.

His sister, kitty, seems confused and worried, but when her eyes land on Kohta, she rushes to his side and pulls him into a warm hug. Kohta feels the blood rush to his face as he tries to hug her back. The Head Priest eventually has to give a small cough to get the pair's attention again. When the pair look back at him, they see he is now standing up, his arms held high over his head, and in one hand he holds a blade. The Head priest then speaks with a loud voice that reverberates around the room, "Kohta, for your acceptance of the gods will and honesty for your sin, not only will you be forgiven in death, but both your life after death, and the death itself, shall be blessed."

The Head Priest hands Kohta the blade, and Kohta accepts it without a word. He lifts the blade up and prepares to plunge it into himself, when he feels Kittys arms gently wrap around him and pull him onto her lap. Kohta looks up at her in surprise and sees her giving a sad smile as she holds him tight. Kohta offers her the most reassuring smile he can manage, before returning his focus to his task. Kohta raises the blade high over his head, and with all the strength he can muster, plunges the knife into his stomach.

As the blade pierces Kohta up to the hilt, he is shocked to find that he feels no pain. In fact, a strange warmth envelops him and he can't help but smile. Kohta leans his head back against Kitty, looking up at her and giving her a deeply adoring smile. Her beautiful eyes entranced him, and Kohta hardly notices his vision darkening, as he loses himself in her eyes. Kohta doesn't know if the strange bliss is the blessing of the gods or because he knows he will spend his final moments with his beloved sister, it could very well be both, but Kohta finds himself happily accepting his death.

Darkness overtakes his vision and Kohta senses his death approaching, but before he finally goes, Kohta feels a pair of soft lips kiss him. Now, Kohta can die in absolute bliss.




Name: Charlotte
Age: 12
Personality: Shy, Timid, Loving
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: No to Sex, No to Death
Type of Death: Broken Neck
Setting: Charlotte, the black sheep of a noble family, prefers wandering through the forest and the company of animals over the opulent home she lives in and the other noble members of her family. One day, as Charlotte explores the forest, an unseen threat lays eyes on her with the intent to claim both her life and body for itself.

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Charlotte wandered in the forest where the sun twinkled through the ancient bowery, pausing every once in a while to say “Hello Mr. Woodpecker, is that tree full of tasty bugs for you?” Or “Ooo! I’m sorry Mr. Chipmunk, I didn’t mean to startle you. She hums tunes only she knows and ventures to faraway lands that exist in her head, while balancing on a fallen log near a shady stream. An incorrigibly odd girl, she completely ignores that she’s long since trod beyond the safe bounds of her family’s lands.

Watching her twirling in the log gaily, and silently moving in are three ruffians, hard-hearted highwaymen who take what they will and kill anyone who doesn’t buy their life. Before little Charlotte knows it, one of them is standing at the end of the log. She sees him suddenly as she twirls almost right into him.

“Little girl… you must be lost….”

He smiles a big, sinister smile. Charlotte freezes, immediately intuiting the sudden danger and begins to back away solidly, sheet white and terrified.

“N… no I’m… um… I think my daddy is just over here…”

As soon as she backs up the other two men grab each arm roughly, splaying them apart.

“Oh I don’t think he is, honey!”

Charlotte’s eyes widen and mouth opens, too shocked to give a proper scream, she wriggles snd kicks. The first man grabs her legs and takes the rope from his belt. The men drag her over to a log, next to it sits a seemingly disused yoke for horses or oxen. The first man expertly and rapidly ties the rope around one ankle, pushes it through the hole, then ties it around the other ankle, which forces her legs apart in the most unladylike imaginable way.

“This little thing doesn’t have any money!”

“She’s just broke as a little piss pot!”

The men laugh. The first man crouches down and with a knife, impossibly fast, slices her undergarments open.

Charlotte screams “Help! Help! The men are hurting me ! Help!” and is answered only with the mocking laughter of the men and the indifference of nature.

The first man pulls his penis out, big red, tick and veiny, little Charlotte has never seen such a thing before but she intuits his intentions and struggles desperately trying to close her legs, to protect her virtue.

Charlotte’s vulva is mostly featureless, a deep crack and a fat mound, but just starting to grow the little wiry hairs of womanhood.

The first man wastes no time plunging his thick, foul, smegma covered member into her as she shrieks and sobs. She wriggles as he comes. Pausing, imagining he was finished but then she looks at him with the biggest eyes anyone had ever seen on a child and a horrified shocked mouth.

“EWWWWWWW!”

She screams as she feels her vagina filling with his hot urine. He empties his bladder into her just as the two men holding her down whip out their similarly disgusting pricks snd start showering her with stinking dark yellow piss. She goes nearly catatonic as they spend the rest of the afternoon raping her snd turning her into a human latrine.

Finally, when they’ve finished they tie a rope around Charlotte’s neck. Breathing hard and in her state of shock she barely resists. Another man ties the yoke to the root of a nearby tree. The first rope, the one around her neck is attached to the first man’s horse.

“This’ll teach these posh hitches to be careful where they wander!”

Charlotte comes to only enough to realize what’s about to happen and weakly gurgle “No! Don’t DON’T Oh please!! DADDY!!”

The first msn gives his horse a mighty smack, Alice levitates, spread legged, like a clothesline tense in the air. The yoke yanking against the tree, her neck snapping instantly at the rope attached to the horse. It lengthens a surprising and disgusting amount. Enough for even these rough men to all yell “woah!” At the horse. She falls to the ground. Her neck empty, limp, and long, her head twisted completely behind her, landing face down in horse shit while her broken little body lands face up. Her bladder releases and she makes yellow piss mud underneath her, soiling what little bits of clothing hadn’t already been covered in the ruffians’ piss and cum.

“Well, what’ya think boys. This is that no-account daughter of theirs. Think they’ll care enough if we string her up as a warning or should we just butcher her for the meat?”

Name: “Radical Edward” or just “Ed” but in full Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivruski IV (the Cowboy Bebop character)
Age: 13
Personality: Just watch clips from Cowboy Bebop if you don’t already know.
*Apparrel: She has the shirt in the picture but can’t wear the shorts as they are a fire hazard. She has a choice between a diaper, a white cotton pair of panties, or nothing.
*Consent: For sex, maybe? She could have an immature innocent curiosity but wound be absolutely not willing to endure anything once it becomes painful or scary.
*Type of Death: A *realistic* but violent and horrible execution in the electric chair. If you want her to be sexually abused, have it happen before the execution, at least before the witnesses would see anything. Major bladder release both in fear and in death are greatly appreciated.
*Setting: A juvenile prison’s death row in the Cowboy Bebop universe.

Ed stood in the shower for almost an hour when a loud thump made her jump.

“We have less than fifteen minutes,” a cold female voice shouted, “I’m sure you’re clean enough.”

Ed sighed. “Ed is coming! Just hold your horses.”

Ed wondered for the hundredth time if admitting that she corrupted every hospital computer on Ganymede was worth it. Ed didn’t mean to, but the courts ordered her to fry anyway. Maybe Ed deserved it with all of the people who ended up dying?

“Don’t bother drying your hair,” the woman said as she stepped out.
Ed shrugged and grabbed her white crop. “Hey! There was a pair of black shorts! You promised Ed could wear whatever she wanted!”

“Within reason,” the woman droned. “Your shorts would’ve been a fire hazard.” She pulled out a diaper and a pair of white panties. “You can have either of these.”

“Does Ed look like a baby?” She knocked the diaper away. “And Ed never wears underwear.”

“Or you can go with your pussy out. Just don’t complain when you make a mess in the chair.”

Another guard joined in escorting Ed to the execution chamber. She slid into the chair and they strapped her in.

“This will make it less painful.” The female guard squeezed a wet sponge over her head.

She gave a thumbs up and one of the guards grabbed a giant switch on the wall. Ed took a sharp inhale and closed her eyes. “Time for Ed to go.”
Ed seized and squealed. Arcs of blue light danced over her body, her skin and muscled burned. She wanted to gag as the smell of burnt rotting hotdogs wafted over her nose. Her ass and pussy squeezed as she pissed and shit on the chair. Ten seconds passed before her brain shut down and everything faded.



Name: Sofia Camejo
Age: 13
Personality: Hyper and mischievous
Appearance: See pic.
Apparel: See pic
Consent: Sex? She might be curious if they’re attractive.
Type of Death: Slashed or stabbed.
Setting: Sofia snuck out after dark to prank her neighbors. Either she pisses one off badly enough or a rapist serial killer notices she’s alone.

>>6446
The final evening of Sofia Camejo's life was unseasonably warm. At approximately 10:25PM the young latina, dressed in a pair of jean short shorts that left very little to the imagination and a bright pink tank top that curved around her budding adolescent chest, snuck out of her house as her parents slept. Within her backpack was a roll of toilet paper and a carton of eggs. As the girl jogged down the street, she giggled to herself. Her target was her math teacher, Mrs. Matheson, who had singled her out last week for failing to turn in homework. She blushed again, remembering the humiliation and renewed her desire for revenge.

Around 10:30, a man drove through Sofia's neighbourhood in a stolen Mercury, a tingling desire within his soul. It had been a year since his last victim, and his old trophies no longer provided the thrills they once did. He turned his car onto Olympia Drive and saw a young girl walking alone, her beautiful long brunette hair flouncing as she skipped under the orange glow of sodium street lights. The girl turned as his headlights flashed. He rolled down his window, one hand surreptitiously reaching down for the knife as Sofia walked over, oblivious to her impending doom.

"Hey mister, can you give me a ride?"

The man smiled disarmingly.

"Anything for a cutie like you".

She opened the passenger door and he pounced, grabbing her by the collar and pulling her close. The knife was in his other hand and it struck, the blade slipping in between her ribcage and piercing her right lung. She grasped at the wound, her pouty little lips open in shock. He grasped her shoulder and turned her around, his hand covering her mouth to muffle her screams. The knife went into her soft belly once, twice, three times, then slashed horizontally, bisecting her exposed belly button. Her intestines oozed out of the gash, blood pooling in her lap. As Sofia's vision darkened, she made one final weak attempt to fight off the knife, but the shock got to her. As the man continued to slice open her abdomen, Sofia Camejo's eyes closed for the last time.

In under a minute, a cheerful young girl was transformed into a lump of meat.

Name: Valentina
Age: 11
Personality: Warm, sweet, caring
Appearance: See pic.
Apparel: See pic
Consent: None
Type of Death: Shooting
Setting: Valentina is kidnapped and killed after her father fails to pay back heavy debts to the Russian mob

>>6449
Valentina didn't know what was going on. One minute she was coming home from school. The next moment she's gagged, blindfolded, and tied up seeming to be brought somewhere. When the blindfolds were finally removed she can finally see what was taking place. In front of her was a few people in suits and shades with a camera pointed towards her. It's also then that she noticed the two people standing on either side of her. A fat man in hoodie and tracksuits with his right hand adorning rings with different colored gems in each finger, and a slim woman in office lady wear holding a rope in one hand. She can hear both of them ranting about something to the camera but the panic building up inside her made it all unintelligible. It didn't help that she couldn't understand Russian well either, but she knew they must be made about something judging from their tone.

Just then, the woman turned to her and started speaking to her. "Do not worry, my child. As long as your father agrees, there will be no harm on you." she said in a heavy Russian accent. Valentina was not sure what she meant by this, but she decided to not question her just yet. Is her dad in trouble again, she wondered. Before she could think long, the man threw his phone onto the ground causing it to shatter into pieces. She then angrily ordered something to the woman and she nodded before turning to Valentina. "I'm sorry, my child. Your father didn't agree with our agreements. Time to say goodbye to your father."

"Wait, wha-" Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her chest. She looked down to see a hole in the middle of her chest as blood poured out of it before looking back up to see the cameraman with a gun pointing at her. They had shot her. She was in so much shock from it she couldn't even utter any other sound before she collapsed onto the floor writhing in pain as her body spasmed uncontrollably. Try as she might, she couldn't scream out in pain. Her mouth opened wide as if she's screaming but only a faint groan came out. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to cling to life, even trying to wiggle away. Just then the world around her suddenly went dark and she lost all feeling. The cameraman had followed up with a shot to her skull. With this, the Russian mob had claimed another 'payment' to help pay off the debts of one of their clients. Her body would soon be removed to make way for another kid to be put on the chopping block…

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Name: Mei-Ling
Age: 9
Personality: Stubborn, bratty, loud, brash, cold, sadistic
Appearance: -in pic-
Apparel: -in pic-
Consent: None
Type of Death: Asphyxiation
Setting: Set in a Dynasty era-style fantasy world. Mei-Ling is the daughter of an emperor who, while looks like the textbook example of a noble lady to the commoner, is a totally different person inside the castle who throws out impossible orders left and right to the castle servants and to her personal caretaker, all to have them scolded by the emperor and empress when they inevitably mess up which brings joy to her. This would ultimately culminate to one night when her personal caretaker has had enough and decided to take matters into her own hands to shut her up for good.

"This kind of failure is unacceptable! If you cannot fulfill your duties to your kingdom and emperor, then you have no place here." The man standing in front of the throne yells, glowering down at the meek women kneeling before him.

Yun grits her teeth as the emperor scolds her. She had failed to grant a request from his daughter and now she will have to endure the consequences for it, never mind that the request was to bring her a dragon scale. Though Yun couldn't say she was surprised, Princess Mei-Ling had a tendency to make absurd and impossible orders just so she could get the staff in trouble.

'She's probably hiding somewhere around here, laughing her ass off watching this.' Yun ponders as the emperor continues on his rant; she is used to it by now.

"…and so, if you continue to refuse to properly uphold your responsibilities as caretaker, I will have no other choice than to replace you." The emperor states as his tirade comes to an end. Yun just solemnly nods her head and voices her understanding, knowing from experience no amount of reasoning or explaining will help her. She then silently stands up and walks out of the chamber so that she can return to her tasks.

Yun walks to Princess Mei-Ling chambers, already knowing what awaits her on the other side as she opens the door. The room is extravagantly decorated, with tapestries hanging from the walls and an ornate rug covering the floor. A massive silk-covered bed sits against the wall in front of her, large enough for her and three others to comfortably sleep in, and on that bed lies Mei-Ling.

She is laying on her stomach, propping her head up on one arm while the other fiddles with the silk blankets, but her eyes never stray from Yun as a condescending smile plays across her face. Yun keeps her mouth shut, but every part of her being is just begging to tear that smile away. Thoughts of grabbing whatever looks heavy and bashing Mei-Ling head in begin to fill her mind as she quietly begins her routine of cleaning the chamber.

"Daddy really tore into you today." Mei-Ling smugly says with a little giggle at the end. All Yun can muster for a response is an agreeing "Hmmm".

"You know, since I never got that Dragon Scale I wanted, you owe me." A sadistic smile takes the place of her condescending one as she talks, "Go fetch some guard and bring them here so you can fight them. If you win, I'll forgive you, and if you lose, I'll have the guards beat and rape you."

Yun doesn't know what causes it, whether it's the line about forgiving her, or if it's Mei-Ling's heartlessly casual threat, or if it's just the final straw after years of endurance, but something in Yun snaps. She turns towards her princess and silently walks up to her.

"Oh, are you going to grovel and beg for me to spare you." Mei-Ling sits up and straightens her back, acting like royalty about to listen to the pleas of common folk. "Well, I'm afraid that despite your years of service, I simply cannot overlook your transgressions." Mei-Ling tries to imitate the tone her father uses when talking to Yun, but Yun doesn't hear a word as she walks right up to Mei-Ling.

Without a word or moment of hesitation, Yun slaps Mei-Ling across the face, leaving a red mark on her cheek. Mei-Ling eyes widen in shock before filling with anger. Mei-Ling screams, "You dare strike ME! I'll have you tortured and killed! GUAR-"

Before Mei-Ling can scream for the guards, Yun wraps her hands around her throat and crushes it with all her strength. Mei-Ling eyes go wide, and tears begin to fall down her cheek as she desperately claws at Yun's hands. Yun forces Mei-Ling onto her back as she slides onto the bed and straddles the Princesses waist. Yun can feel Mei-Ling's body writhing and kicking under her, but she never looks away from her face. Yun wants to see the fear, desperation, and painful death play out before her.

Yun slowly removes one hand and slides it down to Mei-Ling's waist. "Everyone knows." Yun's voice drips with contempt as brushes aside the flimsy cloth protecting Mei-Ling cunt. "Everyone knows the only reason the emperor stands by you is because of your tight cunt." Yun smashes two of her fingers into Mei-Ling's exposed cunt.

Her mouth widens into a silent scream of pain and her back arcs. Yun savagely smiles as she watches the girl's face contort in fear and pain, as tears roll down her face, and as her petite body pathetically tries to fight back. Yun harshly starts smashing her fingers deeper into her cunt, wiggling around and tearing it up as she goes.

Mei-Ling looks up at Yun, her eyes conveying all the pleading and begging she couldn't say. Yun knows she is hoping that the kind caretakers who has looked after her for years has some mercy or hesitation. Yun responds with a look that only conveys a deep hate and tightening her grip on Mei-Ling's neck. Yun just barely stops herself from snapping it, and only because she wants Mei-Ling to suffer for as long as she can.

Mei-Ling eyes go cross, and drool leaks out her mouth as her mind and body succumb to asphyxiation, and Yun relishes the vindictive glee she feels as the princesses struggling body slows down and turns into erratic twitches, then small jolt, until eventual stopping. Yun watches as the life drains from her body and cherishes the final moment when she feels Mei-Ling's pulse stop for good.

A heavy sigh escapes Yun, as all the pint up anger and hate that had built up over years is finally released. Yun crawls off the corpse and lies down on the bed, contemplating what to do next. She knows the emperor will find out, will capture her, and will execute her, so she might as well enjoy her final days.

Yun picks Mei-Ling's body up and places it amongst her pillows, then Yun rests her head on Mei-Ling stomach and passes out. She has the best sleep she has ever had, and whatever the emperor might do to Yun, it will be more than worth it for her.



Name: Aster
Age: 12
Personality: Cocky, Condescending, Aggressive
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: No to Sex, No to Death
Type of Death: Brutal Rape
Setting: Children have begun developing supernatural powers, so the government has passed a decree that all super-powered children are to be killed. These children are locked up in an isolated room, where they are executed. Aster has the ability to make anyone romantically or sexually attracted to her to the point of obsession, so the government has brought in an especially depraved individual to deal with her, with the promise of keeping her corpse.

Been a month from the last post, so I'll revive this thread somehow.

Name: Jean Kazuki
Age: 8
Personality: Bratty, playful, likes to tease, ignorant
Appearance: (in picture)
Apparel: (none, but mini bikinis are fine too)
*Consent: Yes for sex(as a joke; she only says it to tease people), no for death
*Type of Death: Asphyxiation(no garrotes or hanging)
*Setting: She loves to tease her babysitter and loves to take advantage of him when her parents are not around. He has been trouble thanks to her ever since his first day on the job and he's had enough. If only she knew she just messed with the wrong person…

>>6503

Babysitting seemed like an easy enough job. Ryan got along well with his sisters and their friends, plus he needed the extra cash to help with his expenses while he was in college.

Easy? Then why was he crawling through the bushes ready to murder a child after less than six months?

He thought the daughters of a rich Japanese man and his French wife would be well-mannered sweethearts.

The oldest girl, a teenager who spent most of the day off with her friends, did turn out to be a sweetheart. Maria even began buying him gifts when she came back from shopping sprees with her friends. Her little sister would be much less sweet.

For months he had to deal with her sitting around the house naked, and no amount of shouting could make the whore get dressed. Only when her sister or parents came home did she run into her room to throw some clothes.

He didn't know how to tell her parents that he saw their daughter naked without looking like a pedophile. He would've quit but he needed the money and nobody else paid quite as well as Mr. Kazuki. Ryan just learned to ignore her at some point, hoping that nobody would ever catch him alone with the naked little girl sitting by him on the couch.

That never happened. Jean herself pushed him over the edge when she began flirting with him.

"Admit it," she said one day, crawling over the couch, a coy smirk on her face. "You want to fuck me."

Ryan didn't know why he never saw it coming. He froze up as the words fell out of her mouth, his lips quivering as he tried to find a way to respond. She unzipped his pants and began pulling out his cock when Ryan snapped back to reality. After the first brush of her tongue across his member he shoved her back and stormed out of the room.

"Meanie!" She pouted.

Ryan stormed back into the living room with a shirt and blue jean shorts in his hands. He grabbed her by the arm, snarling and spitting as he pulled her to the floor. "You're getting dressed whether you like it or not."

Jean screamed and kicked as Ryan tried to force the shirt over her head. His foot landed on a toy car and slid out from under him, sending him and Jean to the floor. Ryan's head hit with a loud thunk.

When he came out of his daze she was on him. Jean had her pussy on his mouth, grinding her hips back and forth. Something wet closed around the tip of his cock and it didn't take long for him to realize she was sucking his dick.

Ryan threw her off. "I said, no! Quit being such a whore! You are too young for this bullshit!" He stuffed his cock back into his pants and stormed out of the house.

It was over. The nightmare was over. Maria would be upset when she came home with whatever gifts and Ryan felt a twinge of pity for her. It didn't matter because he didn't have to deal with Jean anymore.

He thought so, anyways.

He had no idea how she even found his social media accounts. As he settled into bed that night a notification popped up on his phone. Jean Kazuki tagged him on TikTok. She was recording him that afternoon! She recorded him and posted the video on social media. She cropped out everything except the part where she was riding his face and licking his cock. She even cropped out the ending where he threw her off and left, replacing it with a clip of her smiling with some sort of white sauce dripping from her mouth.

He left his apartment before the cops showed up. Just three days into his new life, camping in the woods and eating bugs, Ryan decided to end the bitch who ruined his life.

Jean loved to sleep with the window open so he didn't have to break anything or pick any locks to get in. He just had to crawl through the bushes after midnight and climb in.

He wasn't at all surprised to find her sleeping naked, her blankets stuffed away at the end as the moonlight fell on her hairless pussy and flat nipples.

He grabbed a stray pillow and covered her face. Ryan fell on top of her, pinning her to the bed as she squirmed and squealed.

"I bet a little slut like yourself will be quite upset that you have to die without ever knowing what real cum tastes like."

He pressed the fabric hard against her mouth and nose. Her flailing limbs slowed to sporadic twitching after a few minutes. He held on long after she stopped, not moving until she pissed on him.

Ryan tossed the pillow and gazed into her vacant eyes until his cock began throbbing against his underwear.

"I guess you were right," he sighed and unzipped his pants. "I do want to fuck you."

He crawled onto her body and thrust his cock in her pussy.

Her virgin hole was already soaked before he broke her hymen, no doubt from pissing herself even if he wondered if the whole being suffocated to death turned her on a little, and opened a little more with every thrust. No matter how much her wet cunt opened to him it never stopped feeling as if his cock would burst in her tight little passage, yet he pushed to her cervix.

Ryan had to bite his lips to hold back his screams as he climaxed. With muffled growls his cock erupted.

Maria found her body the next morning, a stream of cum still flowing out of her dead pussy.



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Name: Lexi Torres
Age: 12
Personality: Adventurous, daring, playful
Appearance: (in picture, left)
Apparel: (nude)
Consent: Yes to sex(only with Peter), no to death.

Name: Peter Stone
Age: 11
Personality: Shy, friendly
Appearance: (in picture, right)
Apparel: (nude)
Consent: Yes to sex(only with Lexi), no to death.

Type of Death: Stabbing or shooting.
Setting: Lexi and Peter have recently lost their virginity to each other and took to having sex in abandoned buildings. While making out in an old mansion, either the property owner catches them kidnapping or a drugged-out guy with violent mental issues runs into them.

>>6546
Just a heads up, "kidnapping" was supposed to be "making out" but I guess auto correct had other ideas.

Its been a month, so I thought I would post a new option.

Name: Jack, Liam, Noah, James, Tom
Age: 9 thru 14
Appearance: as seen in image.
Apparel: Nude as seen in image.
*Consent: some yes for sex (mainly Gay sex between those being executed, but executioners may have sex with a few of the boys.), no or semi for death (Don't want to die, but are resigned and accept it and do not fight it.).
*Type of Death: Execution via beheading.
*Setting: Middle School Gymnasium.

Due to over population, schools are selected are random to execute all of there students of a certain gender. (In this case boys)

>>6585
The school gymnasium reeked of death and sweat.

That was the first thing Tom noticed as he exited the locker room, still somewhat self conscious of his nudity due to the mandatory antiviral agent injected into his arm in front of his fellow classmates. An unfortunate side effect was the extreme rapid and long lasting erection it gave to men, and as he walked into the gym it was hard to escape the fact every single boy there had a raging boner. The second thing he noticed was the neatly organized lineup of limp, decapitated bodies laid out next to the exit, their neck stumps glistening with wet, bloody muscle tissue.

Every few seconds a female voice called out "NEXT!", and the line of schoolboys inched forward, followed by timid footsteps, and the heavy *THUNK* of an axe biting deep into wood. Tom wet his lips, and stepped forward into the line, waiting behind a slender brunette boy.

The boy looked back, and smiled gratefully.

"Oh Tom, so good to see you!"

"Jack!" Tom exclaimed, leaning forward and embracing the smaller boy.

Jack was Tom's best friend, another 14 year old with an interest in cars, skateboarding, and EDM. They had hit it off immediately at the start of last year, Jack's boisterous personality fitting perfectly with Tom's more reserved, shy nature.

Recently, Tom had started to feel a bit more deeply about Jack. Jack's slender frame, smaller build, his tight little ass, his cute smile and puppy dog eyes, Tom cherished and coveted. He had even started jerking off to Jack's Instagram photos, imagining the two of them wrapped around each other in embrace.

They had both gotten the letter from the Ministry of Overpopulation last weekend. The one every family feared, that their sons or daughters were to be culled from the flock.

Tom held Jack tightly, fear and lust swirling in his heart. He could feel Jack's heart pound against his own, reverberations carried through the contact of sweat-slick skin on sweat-slick skin. Another boy pushed against Tom's back.

"C'mon, move it!" the other boy hissed. "You know what they do to kids that try and delay?"

Reluctantly, Tom and Jack moved forward, albeit with hands clasped around each others waists. His hand slowly moved down Jack's waist, grasping the other boy's erection around the shaft. Jack followed suit, his smaller, softer hand pulling back Tom's foreskin. The two friends began to pump and pull at each other's dicks, cheeks flushed and breath halted and bated.

With each *THUNK*, another young soul left the Earth, and the two lovers inched ever closer to eternal oblivion.
As the boy in front gathered his courage and kneeled in front of the chopping block, Tom came first, exhaling as he felt his loins purge themselves, a thick rope erupting forth from his penis. A mere second later, the axe fell and Jack followed, jizz shooting out and covering Tom's fingers.

The headless body slumped, all life evaporating in a rush of blood pouring from the neck.

Jack smiled sadly, looked up and kissed Tom on the lips. "I wish we coulda…discovered this before", he whispered, his voice catching. He pushed Tom back, and nodded to the woman with the axe. Her partner grasped Jack's shoulders, and gently pushed him down onto his knees. Jack looked down at the block, still wet with the blood of the previous boy, and bit his lips. His heart hammered away.

He laid his neck down gingerly, grimacing at the warmth of the blood, its rusted iron scent flooding his nostrils.
He looked to his right, and locked eyes with the head of one of the previous boys. As the axe woman lifted her tool, Jack swore the severed head mouthed something at him.

The axe came down with a *THUNK*, and Jack's head leapt forward, freed from its connection to its torso of 14 years, tumbling as gravity took hold and dragged it down. To Jack, the world just went blank.

Tom forced himself to watch as Jack's headless body shuddered and flopped on its side, its arms and legs twitching mindlessly. Then it was his turn.

He gathered up his courage and stepped forward, his feet slipping slightly in the semi-congealed pool of blood surrounding the chopping block. Tom felt gentle hands grasp his shoulders and push him down to knees. With his mind screaming at him, he complied, his hands reaching out to stabilize himself as his neck touched the bloody block. He knelt there, and waited, his skin crawling as his brain played through the inevitable sensation of steel parting flesh.

When the axe fell, it almost came as a shock.

Tom's headless body was dragged away to be laid beside Jack, his limbs flopping, a string of cum still stuck between his cockhead and his inner thigh.

A flock of younger boys from the lower grades followed the 14 year olds.

James, 12, a pale little half-Irish half-Chinese boy knelt down on the block, shaking so violently the axe woman's partner had to hold him down in order to ensure a clean cut. At the very last second, James managed to shift an inch backward, and the axehead slammed down on his C2 vertebrae, leaving the axe half buried in his neck. His screams were horrendous, and the axe woman apologized profusely as she wrenched it out and swung again, this time managing to separate head and neck.

Next was Noah, 13. His manner was altogether very calm, politely thanking the axe woman as he knelt down, his tanned neck presenting itself without a hint of fear. As the axewoman struck, she noticed a spurt of off-white cum spatter the pool of blood under Noah. The very last boy of the day was young Liam, age 9. He was nearly catatonic after witnessing his entire friend group get slaughtered, and like James, had to be held down.

She massaged her tired arms, picked up the axe and swung it down. Noah jerked as the axe buried itself into the wood, his cherubic face rolling forward, torso shuddering as all connection to the brain was lost in an instant.

>>6586
Name: Benjamin
Age: 12
Personality: Reserved, introverted
Appearance: As seen in image
Apparel: As seen in image
Consent: None
Type of Death: Asphyxiation
Setting: Current day, kidnapped by a pervert

Name: Ken
Age: 12
Description: See image. A stoic young lad with a sense of honor.
Type of Death: Execution
Scenario: After losing a quick battle to an invading force, all males in Ken's tribe were put to the sword.

>>6626
They had been stripped nude, given shovels, and forced to dig at gunpoint. Now, it was finally time to die.
Ken flinched as the woman poked her revolver into the back of his head. He was the last one, the sole remaining male from his band. Only 12 summers had graced his slender body, still filling out into the handsome young man he would have become, if it weren't for the imminent .38SPL slug that would penetrate his brain. He closed his doe-like eyes and held his breath, his young heart pounding. The world exploded into white, and Ken was gone.
His body flopped forward into the mass grave, falling on top of the 46 other boys shot dead before him. The boy's face pressed against the cold pliant flesh of his friends, his hot blood pouring out and congealing against mottled skin as flies buzzed around.

Name: Monica
Age: 10
Description: See image.
Consent: None
Type of Death: Murder
Scenario: A serial killer stalks the middle class borough of Pineview and comes across a girl washing herself after swimming lessons.

Name:Catterine Aka:Catty
Age:10
Personality:Bratty, innocent and a bit stupid
Apperance:see image
Apparel:see image minus her skirt and panties
Consent:neither to both
Type of death:Murder/Cannibalism
Setting:In a Dark forest at night. Horror and Exhibitionism(unwillingly)

>>6674
It hasnt even been a month since the last post.

It has been over a month, so I thought I would post a new option.

Name: Elio (Boy), And Selene (Girl)

Age: Both Are 11 Years Old

Appearance: As seen in the image.

Apparel: As seen in the picture.

*Consent: Yes To Sex The First Time, No To Sex The Second (The Forced Time), Not To Death.

*Type of Death: Execution via Hanging (Short Drop / Slow), Choking/Strangulation/Garotte, Decapitation / Beheading (Either by chopping block or guillotine or slow sawing and hacking) Or fully Spitted and roasted over a fire (Ass to mouth for Elio, and Vagina to moth for Selene). Authors choice

*Setting: Small remote village on the Hawaiian island chain or remote Pacific or Polynesian islands.

Brief Plot Setup: Elio and Selene are best friends, and decide to have their first sexual experience with each other and take each other’s virginity. However, In this remote Island Village, Sex with a Minor (No matter who the parties are) is considered extremely taboo and a capital offense punishable by death by all parties involved. They are caught by one of their family members, and to restore their family's honor, they are turned in to the authorities. As a last embarrassment and dishonor, They are forced to recreate the act that got them into this mess in the public square for the whole village to watch. Despite the boos and jeers, Elio, knowing that they are going to die, decides to cum deep in Selene during this forced act, hoping to impregnate her before they are both killed. They are then publicly executed in the nude as an example to all the children of the village of what would happen to them if they were to ever try to do something similar.

A lifetime passed since Elio crawled in bed on top of Selene, thinking himself the luckiest boy in the world to have the honor of losing his virginity to a girl who had been his best friend since before either of them could walk. They fucked and he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they drifted to sleep. He closed his eyes wondering if he would wake up alone in his bed, tears running down his face as he realized it was all a dream.
It was less than two days later that he would crawl onto her and slide his cock into her pussy. It was as warm and wet as the first time they made love, her pussy seeming to welcome his cock as her lips spread for him to enter. Yet, he wanted nothing more than to take up alone in his bed. He’d take it if it turned out that entire month, from the moment he opened her heart to her on their favorite bench to the night she first let him see her naked under that cave by the beach, was nothing more than a vivid dream.
Elio closed his eyes again and again but he just would not wake up in his bed. He was still in the old scaffold in the town’s center, on all fours with his knees digging into the hard stone. Then there was that crowd, the dozen or so townsfolk who decided they had nothing better to do with their afternoon than standing around and jeering at two youngsters having sex. The worst of it all was the large hooded man lumbering around, dragging the back of a large ax along the ground.
No, the worst part was having to look into Selene’s face, paler than usual and her quivering blue eyes filled with tears, nestled in tufts of black hair, knowing it was his fault she would lose her life. He had the biggest crush on her since they were little. It was the best day of his life, when he gathered the courage to open his heart to her and she accepted it without thinking about it for even a second. If he waited another seven years, or if they just stuck to kissing and holding hands by the beach, everything would’ve turned out okay.
She might’ve been the one to ask him to bed that night but he led her to that decision when he asked to feel her breasts. It was a wonderful feeling, two perfect and firm lumps no bigger than lemons, but he would’ve taken that moment back if she could live a bit longer. Even if he waited and she ended with someone else, it would’ve been worth it.
He couldn’t save her life now. He took her virginity two nights ago, he fell asleep in her bed, both of them naked from the waist down. Her parents found them the next morning, his morning boner pushing against their daughter’s pussy. Her parents told his and both families agreed to let the authorities handle things, the evil narcs they were. Their moms were out there with the crowd, their voices among many chanting for them to fuck and die. Sex with an underaged person was a mandatory death sentence, no matter if both parties were underage.
The judge thought it merciful that they should fuck each other. In cases where the sex offender was an adult, the punishment meant fucking a tube filled with razor-sharp wires or cheese graters. Elio would’ve fucked a cactus if it meant not being forced to rape the love of his life in front of everyone they ever knew.
Fuck her he had to or a painful death awaited them both, so he closed his eyes and began thrusting in and out. Who knew what that pervy axman would do to her in his torture room?
It didn’t take long for him to edge and Elio had to slow enough to make sure Selene came, too. Her pussy twitched and he let go, pounding her like a jackrabbit. There was no need to pull out this time so he continued slapping his balls against her thighs until every last jet of his warm seed squirted into her womb.
Elio rested on her for another minute, kissing her deeply and feeling her feminine warmth until burly hands pulled him off. He wanted nothing more than to grab her and run away as the axeman forced her to the wooden black in the scaffold’s center. He tried to look away as the man lifted his weapon, the guards pinning him down forced his head forward and eyelids open.
The ax came down with a dull thud. Selene’s body jerked upward and began staggering across the scaffold, blood spurting from the stump in her neck while piss ran down her legs. Her head rolled along the ground, her eyes blinking a few times before going still.
Elio tried to hold back the tears but when her body slumped over he began bawling. Tears flowed even as the guards handed him to the executioner. He lay across the chopping block and closed his eyes.
There was a sharp pain in his neck and another loud thud. He rolled onto the floor as his body made the same drunken stroll across the scaffold. His corpse tripped over Selene’s leg and crashed onto her corpse. Elio closed his eyes.

Name: Jordan(Blonde), Leah(Asian/Brunette), Ethan(Boy)
Age: 12(All)
Consent:
Death: No

Sex:
-Leah & Jordan: Yes, if with each other and Ethan. If the killer is also an attractive boy, yes.
-Ethan: Yes, with the girls. If the killer is also an attractive woman, yes.

Type of Death: Shooting, hitman.
Setting: Ethan drills a hole between his bedroom and the guest bedroom so he girlfriends can try out a glory hole. During their fun time, an assassin breaks in with orders to kill the whole family.

>>6722
Would like to see the story in comics drawn with these nice characters…

>>6722

I never understood all the fuss about going after families, they were among the easiest you could get in the Agency. I’d rather break into a suburban house in the middle of the night to kill five or six people than try to dodge heavily-armed and highly-trained guards to take down one asshole any day of the week. It paid less, sure, but I had a better chance to get out alive. With a few tools I paid less for than the greasy burger and fries I scarfed down at dinner, I broke the lock and slid into the home of John Glazer with nothing but a silenced handgun and a cheap goblin mask.

John let out a rumbling snore as I crept into his room. His wife, a petite woman with long dark hair, Jessie, rolled onto him. Another snore tried to escape his lips and I shut him up with a bullet to the forehead. Jessie rolled onto her back again and thought she might wake up. She shifted her legs and let out another snore. I watched her breasts rise as she took her final breath and put a round between her eyes.

The adults were down, two girls and one boy to go; the part everyone else dreaded. It meant little difference to me. What did it matter if the person I killed happened to be a kid? My client wanted them dead and my job was to make sure they died.

The other rooms on that floor were empty so I made my way upstairs. I thought my job was done when I heard talking coming from the first room on the right. The first belonged to a boy and the ones in the room over had to be girls. Then what they were saying caught my ears.

“A little more to the right Leah … that’s it.”

John’s daughters were Nicole and Haley. I had collateral targets. Leah would be collateral damage whoever she might’ve been.

“You’d better not hold back on us. If I don’t cum with you I will be coming after you,” the other girl, Leah I presumed, said.

It sounded like Ethan thought he got lucky tonight. Unless one of the girls was his sister, it sounded like I had two extra kills that night. I always hated collateral damage, knocking off someone else’s enemies for free.

I moved on to the rooms on the left. Ethan and his threesome would have to wait, I couldn’t count on being fast enough to kill them all before someone screamed and alerted Nicole and Haley.

The first one had to be Haley, a flat-chested seven-year-old with pigtails wearing nothing but pink panties with kitten patterns. I slipped the gun under her chin and fired. She slumped and went limp, a damp spot forming in the crotch of her panties.

I went into Nicole’s room next, finding the big-titted thirteen-year-old sleeping topless on her back. Did none of these girls own a shirt? I shoved the gun in her mouth as she snored. Her eyes opened for a few seconds then I put two rounds in her brain.

Now I had to deal with the preteen threesome going on across the hall.

I thought coming up there they were all in the same room, but the girls moaning clearly came from the door on the right while Ethan’s seemed to be in the room on the left. I had no idea what they could be doing at that point, but Ethan’s room sat closer to the stairs so I had to deal with him first. I could leave the door open to make sure his girlfriends didn’t make a run for it.

I opened the door and found Ethan humping the wall, buck-ass naked. No, his dick went into a hole; the little shit made a fucking glory hole. He must've been ballsy or stupid to pull all of this with his parents sleeping downstairs. If I hadn’t killed them already, no doubt his loud moaning would’ve caught their attention by now.

He didn’t even pay attention to the fucking door, still slamming his balls against the drywall as I stood in the doorway. I raised my gun and put a round in his head. He thudded to the floor, a line of cum going down the wall.

“What the hell?” Leah whined. “I told you to make sure I finish. Don’t drop your load and cum, get your dick my in my ass! You don’t get to fuck Jordan until I cum.”

I peered into the hole to see the brown rear end of a preteen girl bouncing up and down, cum dripping from her anus. I smirked and slid the gun into her pussy.

“Hey! I said anal only! I’m not ready to get preg … that’s not a dick! No toys, I want a real cock you…”

The girl let out five sharp grunts, one for each bullet I fired. There was a crash and I pulled my gun back.

I peered in the hole again, finding naked Asian girl writhing on the floor with blood oozing out of her pussy. The other girl, Jordan, a naked blonde with short pigtails, trembled over her body. She looked back through the hole and squealed.

“Who are you and what did you do to Leah?”

“I shot her. Duh!” I held up the gun and smiled as Jordan’s mouth dropped open.

“A-are you going to kill me?”

“I have to. They paid me to kill everyone in this house.”

I slid the gun through the door.

“Wait,” she screamed. “Wait, please!”

“I promise to make it quick if you hold still and give me a good shot of your head.”

“Okay … but … can you take care of me before you kill me? Can you fuck me? I don’t want to die a virgin! You can even fuck my pussy … since I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”

For a brief second I considered ignoring her request and putting a round in her anyway. I didn’t want to leave any of my DNA. Then she turned around and thrust her ass towards the hole, spreading her legs and showing me her dripping cunt. I never rolled with a girl this young and I never had a twelve-year-old offer her pussy to me like this. She was collateral damage, my client wouldn’t give a shit if I left her body or not.

“Your boyfriend’s door is open, I will see if you try to run for the door. If you try to escape or do anything to my dick, your death will not be quick. Understood?”

“Okay,” she sniffed. “Just don’t shoot my pussy. Okay? That looks like it hurts.”

I pulled out my cock and shoved it through the hole. Her pussy slid over my meat and I began thrusting. Her girlish moans filled the quiet house. It didn’t take long for her snatch to begin pulsing around my cock and a few thrusts later I squirted my load.

“I should clean your dick off,” she moaned a minute later and slid her lips over my cock. I pulled out and she whimpered.

“Sorry sweetie, but I think you should die now,” I pushed the gun through the hole. Though she started sobbing, Jordan opened her lips and let me slide my gun into her mouth. I pulled the trigger two times and she slumped to the floor.

I went through the other door to find the two girls sprawled out on the bathroom floor. Jordan was dead but Leah twitched and groaned as I walked in. I put two rounds in her head. I used a rag and bleach to clean my cum off the wall and floor. After I made another round of the house, taking photos of the Glazer family to send my boss—and a few extra of John’s wife and daughters—I left with Jordan’s body in a box.

Name: Cassandra
Age: 11
Personality: Outgoing, bubbly, friendly
Appearance: See Pic
Apparel: See Pic

Consent:
-Death: Yes
-Sex: Yes

Type of Death: Quick, execution-style
Setting: Cassandra offers herself to population control so her younger siblings won't be culled.

>>6752
"Will it hurt?" Cassandra looked up to the person who was preparing to inject the serum, a cute young adult woman holding a syringe with a vial of fast-acting EX poison, that she heard and dearly hoped was painless.

The adult woman looked down at her sympathetically but didn't respond, instead lightly ruffling her hair as if that would comfort her.

Cassandra sighed, the things she did for the sake of her little brothers. She didn't want to die but her love for the only family she had left was stronger. When the population control came into effect and was enforced, Cassandra selflessly gave herself up when the authorities came so that her brothers could live.

Leading to where she was now, tightly strapped to a chair and naked. The room she was in was cold and sterile, befitting for an execution that was about to take place.

"Okay, the procedure is about to begin. Sit still and relax, It'll be over soon" the woman said softly as she began to inject the fatal poison into Cassandra's arm.

Cassandra started sweating, which turned into heavy breathing, before escalating to hyperventilating. She didn't want to die. She missed her little brothers, she wanted to see them again. God, why is this happening to me? She thought.

But then the adult woman who just initiated her death knelt down and stared at her with a comforting glance. "There, there sweetie. I promised you that this would be over soon. Just close your eyes and let me do this…"

Before Cassandra could ask or even close her eyes, the woman kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a forceful rough kiss but rather soft and gentle. It was quite nice.

This relaxed Cassandra enough to close her eyes, focusing instead on her last ever sense of pleasure. It was a shame she discovered this important piece of herself in the literal last minute of her life but she was definitely not going to let it go to waste.

They continued to softly make out, lips, tongue, and saliva mixing and mushed together before Cassandra started to feel tired and it was starting to get hard to breathe then-. Cassandra was no more.

Name: Sarah
Age: 12
Description: See image.
Personality: The incredulous no nonsense type of girl but gets embarassed when it comes to bathroom situations. Poops a lot when stressed.
Consent: None
Type of Death: Toilet malfunction that suctioned the organs right of her ass while she sitting and shitting (exactly like that South Park episode where Clyde's mom died)
Scenario: Sarah was using a hyper futuristic advanced toilet in a school restroom because of stomach issues when her ass ended up falling into and getting stuck in it. Technicians arrived and tried to free her by hacking into the toilet but it goes wrong, leading to a very brutal and embarassing (a crowd had formed around her stall) death.

Name: Jayden
Age:10
Personality:quiet and friendly but shy
Appearance: as seen in picture
Apparel: the same as the photo but wearing black leggings as well
*Consent: no to sex and no to death
*Type of Death: strangulation then rape
*Setting: do what you want as long as she’s strangled and raped

Name : Jacob
Age:14
Personality:timid
Appearance:see picture
Apparel: naked
Consent: no to sex no to death
Type of death: burned at the stake for disobeying his father
Setting: a small town the 1800s. The law states that any child over the age of 14 can be volunteered to be put to death by their parents Jacob disobeys his abusive single father and because his dad is a highly respected member of the community he is sentenced to a slow and agonizing death being burned at the stake. Despite his terrified pleas for his life Jacob is burned alive in front of a raucous jeering crowd in the town square.

>>6842
I missed the rule that the victim must be 13 or under. Just pretend I wrote 13 as his age instead

Name: Tim
Age: 10
Appearance: (picture)
Attire: (nude)
Consent: yes to sex no to death
Type of death: strangulation or neck breaking
Setting: school, as a last resort to pass he tries to seduce a teacher…it doesn't end well

Names: Jack, Alec, and Nick
Age: 12, 10, and 8
Appearance: (pictured)
Apparel: (pictured)
Consent: Sex, yes between brothers, no with guards. Death, absolute no.
Type of Death: slow and painful suspension hanging (execution)
Setting: After being wrongly convected of a minor crime (such as shoplifting or jaywalking), these three young and innocent brothers are sentenced to death. The brothers and guards decide to have some fun before then.

Name : Jacob
Age:13
Personality:timid
Appearance:see picture
Apparel: naked
Consent: no to sex no to death
Type of death: burned at the stake for disobeying his father
Setting: a small town the 1800s. The law states that any child over the age of 13 can be volunteered to be put to death by their parents Jacob disobeys his abusive single father and because his dad is a highly respected member of the community he is sentenced to a slow and agonizing death being burned at the stake. Despite his terrified pleas for his life Jacob is burned alive in front of a raucous jeering crowd in the town square.

Name: Yvonne
Age:7
Personality:airhead
Appearance:in photo
Apparel:same as photo
Consent:no
Type of Death: strangulation
Setting: be creative

Please do more.

>>7294
You contribute first.

>>7207

Yvonne sits quietly on the couch in her families living room, playing a game on her phone as her mom and dad talk. Charlotte and Thomas, Yvonne's parents, had told Yvonne to stay in the living room while they talk in private, and the naive girl had done as her parents had asked of her, unaware of the nature of the conversation the pair were having. The couple had retreated to their work office, a room that Yvonne had only been in once before, so her dad could take a variety of picture of her in different poses and dresses. 'For a new doll I'm making.', he had explained to her.

"It's time.", Thomas says with a matter-of-fact voice, "Ivan called, he's offering 500 grand for our newest product."

"Fuckin finally.", Charlotte says with an exasperated sigh, "I've been pushed to my limits with that little bitch. The simplest things go right over her head, I mean..." Charlotte gestures to the closed door leading out into the living room. "I've kissed her, touched her, groped her, and yet she always thinks I'm just playing. I bet I could tell her to her face I wanted to rape her, and she would still not understand."

Thomas faces twists in disgust at Charlotte's shameless admittance. He would never understand her attraction to such young people, nor her brazen display of it. Charlotte simply scoffs at his expression, placing one finger on his chest. "Don't act all high and mighty, you are no saint either." Charlotte teases, before stepping forward and pressing her body against his and wrapping her arms around his neck, "I seem to remember you rather eagerly pounding the cunt of that woman after we bashed her and her husband's brains out."

Thomas chuckles before wrapping his arms around Charlotte's waist and pulls her closer, "She was an adult with a sexy body and wearing lace clothes. Maybe if we had a few years more, and she took after her mother, I might be more understanding."

Charlotte rolls her eyes and pulls away from the embrace. "Well, it doesn't matter anyways. The little cunt isn't going to be around anymore. Maybe the next girl will be more aware and receptive, but for now we have a to do our job." Charlotte then opens the door and struts out into the living room and over to Yvonne, the young girl curiously looking up from her phone and towards her parents. Charlotte's stops right in front of Yvonne, before crawling onto the couch and straddling the tiny girl, leaving the confused Yvonne unaware of Thomas approaching from behind her.

Confusion soon turned to panic, as Thomas hands snap to the strings of her hoodie, wraps them around her neck, and pulls them taunt. The hoodie, a gift from Thomas and Charlotte that Yvonne had taken to wearing all the time, had been secretly modified long before being gifted to her. A thin piece of garrote wire was hidden within the straps, and that wire is what now crushes Yvonne neck, preventing her from breathing. The young child tries to gasp for air, to thrash around in hopes of escaping the rope, but is stopped by Charlotte.

The woman leans forward, laying all her weight on the struggling girl, making sure to savor the confused panic in her eyes. Then, without warning, Charlotte slams her lips against Yvonne's and begins hungrily kissing the girl. Charlotte tongue mockingly toys with Yvonne's, forcing it further into her own mouth while Charlotte enters Yvonne's, choking any sobs or cries that might have otherwise escaped. Yvonne writhes around under the weight of Charlotte's body, hoping to push her mother off of her, but Charlotte body pins her down and stops Yvonne from moving, only causing the older woman to moan in pleasure as she feels the petite body squirming under her.

Tears roll down Yvonne's face, as fear, confusion and panic rack her body. Her mind is already becoming foggy and her eyesight dimming, but the toll on her body from her overstimulation and chaotic feeling push her even faster to unconsciousness. In a last desperate attempt, Yvonne kisses Charlotte back, hoping this was all some crueler version of the game Charlotte often liked to play. Yvonne hears Charlotte give a satisfied hum in response, giving Yvonne a flicker of hope. 'Was that good enough?', is the last thought in Yvonne's mind before darkness takes her.

Yvonne goes limp under Charlotte and her eyes close, but that doesn't deter either of the couple. Thomas knows from experience that Yvonne is only unconscious, and so he keeps his tight grip on the strings, and while Charlotte also knows, in truth that isn't why she doesn't stop. In fact, now that Yvonne is no longer struggling, Charlotte's hands are free to do as they please. Her hands caress her exposed thighs, rubbing up her arms, and sliding underneath her shirt.

"Hey!" Thomas snaps, unwittingly pulling on the string harder, "Ivan wants her in pristine shape, so don't even think about it."

Charlotte gives a disappointed moan while she continues to kiss Yvonne, but her playful exploration remains tame afterwards. Minutes pass as the couple remain as they are, unwilling to stop until Thomas is certain that Yvonne is dead.

After a couple minutes, Thomas lets out a sigh and releases the strings, allowing Yvonne's corpse to slump against Charlotte. The feeling of the girl's limp body sends Charlotte into deeper lust, as she pulls away from Yvonne, only to toss her onto her back. Charlotte leaps onto the lifeless body like a hungry animal, pulling the cloths off both their bodies and throwing them to the side. Charlotte forces Yvonne's eyes open, looks into the lifeless orbs, and kisses both of them before turning to the rest of the body. She madly kisses, lick, and nips at Yvonne's corpse, taking particular pleasure in the underdeveloped chest and hairless cunt, while her hands grope at every part of Yvonne they can reach. The smooth and youthful skin feeling delightful under her touch, and for fun, Charlotte began gently smacking Yvonne across the face, torso, thighs, and ass, just to abate her desire to rip into the child's body.

Meanwhile, Thomas has turned away from his partners ravishing, choosing instead to collect the discarded cloths and to pull out his own phone to signal to Ivan that they were ready. Thomas spends the rest of his time cleaning up the scene, destroying evidence of Yvonne's existence, and making sure that no witnesses could jeopardize their plan.

An hour goes by when a knock is heard at the door, Thomas carefully checks who it could be and sees a large man in all black carrying a suitcase. No words are exchanged as Thomas opens the door and let's Ivan inside. Charlotte had been grinding her naked body against Yvonne's, panting like a dog in heat, but with Ivan's arrival, she quickly hops off the lifeless girl and retreats to her room to redress.

Ivan silently examines Yvonne's body, nudging her head from side to side, examining her blank stare, gliding his hand over the body before flipping her over onto her front and doing the same to her back. Ivan even grabs Yvonne's limps and begins toying with them, checking for any damage. After thoroughly examining the child's corpse, Ivan opens the suitcase, revealing stacks upon stacks of money. He silently unloads the entire content onto the living room floor, before replacing the money with Yvonne's corpse, the child's body fitting snuggly inside, and closing it.

Ivan then stands up, and as silently and suddenly as he arrived, he leaves. Charlotte returns soon after and the couple look down at the stacks of money for a moment, before turning to each other and smiling.



Name: Jack
Age: 10
Personality: Passive, Obedient, Emotional, Naive
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: Yes to Sex, No to Death
Type of Death: Suffocation via fellatio (Blowjob)
Setting: Jack is a street urchin, raised without a home or family, and the hardship of her life has left her easily taken advantage of. One day, a rich man finds her and takes her to his home, offering her a pleasant and safe life in exchange for sex, however the rich man actually wants to kill Jack and taxidermy her corpse, so he can preserve her beauty and become his personal sex toy for the rest of time.

Bump!

>>7207
Would love to fuck her throat till it bursts. Making love to her beautiful tiny corpse is the best thing one can do in their lifetime

(I hope i'm doing this right, it's my first time.)
I had been a street urchin all my life, I'd wear skimpy clothes and prance around. I knew my worth only laid in my body, and that without it I would be a useless mind. Still, I yearned for a real home, a real family.. At least I got one of those things, right?

I remembered that day well, the day my whole life changed. I thought it was just another boring customer, inserting their thing in, cumming, then leaving me like all the others, but it wasn't.

As Devin finishes cumming in my mouth, he speaks. "Great fuck today girlie! You've really outdone yourself."
I respond. "Thank you for the kind words.... I look forward to seeing you again." I have a blank stare.
"I don't think I can wait till next time." He said. "I'll allow you to live with me in my penthouse, in exchange you let me give you a blowjob whenever I want. What do you say?"


And that's how I ended up in this home, with the only thing needed of me was a blowjob every few minutes, except for when Devin is working. I've gotten into cleaning the house in my freetime, you would be surprised by how much cum gets everywhere. Devin even got me a cute maid outfit to wear! He really cares about me.

Whenever I hear Devin coming up the elevator I stop whatever I was doing and give him his afterwork blowjob. I close my eyes and open my mouth, ready for it.
"Heyy, my little mouthslut!" Devin speaks, but this time two more people speak with him. "So is this that bum you were talking about?" "Man, she's hot as fuck!"

I close my mouth, Devin had friends over before, but he would usually warn me beforehand so I could hide in a closet. So it's safe to say, I am terrified right now. "Aww, is she shy or something?" "Let's get her to loosen up!"
One of the guys grabs my thighs, easily pulling me up to his chest and spreading my legs. At this point I wonder why I never got any panties, they never seemed important for my line of work, I guess.
As the one guy lifted me up effortlessly the other took his dick out and immediately inserted it into my pussy. "Oh man, she's tight as a virgin! Are you sure you fucked her?"

Devin looks at him, responding "Y- yes! Although it was only blowjobs."
"Aw man, blowjobs don't count." Replied the other guy.
As I continued getting my pussy destroyed by this man with a surprising thick cock, I completely forget everything that's ever happened up to this point, everything is just a total blank as I am in complete serenity.. then something else enters my pussy, something wet.

I'm quickly thrown onto the floor, the two men are still over me, then Devin drags them out. "Hey you two! What are you doing, you'll ruin her!"
"Sorry Dev, I just thought we'd have some fun while she can still scream."
"Ugghh, whatever. Just follow my lead.

I wasn't quite sure what those three were talking about but it must've been good as Devin came back and soothed me back to my feet, even still allowingme to give him a blowjob!
Then the other two come in.
"Hey Dev! No way, you started without us?"

As the two men walk up to me I'm left with that sense of dread again, like something bad is going to happen but I have no way to communicate it. Sure enough, all three of them now have their cocks in my mouth.

This feels awful, their dicks are getting everywhere in my mouth,I feel like biting down but fear the consenquences when I look up. Then when they all ejaculate in my mouth I start to choke, but they're still in there, fucking my mouthhole as I fucking die in front of them.

They ejaculate a few more times and then poof! I'm dead.
Afterward Devin shooed the other two away for personal time to mourn me, but then he got out his taxidermy kit, which I had never figured out why he had till now. He used it on me, taxiderming me and making me into his perfect little sex doll, never struggling, never changing, forever 10 years old....


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Name: Weston
Age: 12
Personality: Nervous about the future, investigative.
Appearance: (Leave blank if you added an image.)
Apparel: (Leave blank if you added an image unless the character’s outfit is different from what’s in the image.)
*Consent: Yes for sex, no for death.
*Type of Death: Decapication
*Setting: Weston is a normal boy except for the fact he was raped by the time he could walk. Eventually he would learn to enjoy sex with his parents though, as it happened every day. He is suspicious of them though, for three main reasons:
1. He found a document for a birth certificate for a child that wasn't him, born on the same day as him but 13 years ago in a secret compartment.
2. His mother has been getting bigger for 9 months now.
3. It's getting close to Weston's 13th birthday.
So needless to say he's very anxious about all of this.

>>7355

Weston sits alone on his bed, the door to his room locked, his knees curled up to her chest, and his hands rubbing each other in constant motion. His mom and dad didn't like when he locked his door, and he fully expected a rougher session as punishment, but he needed to make sure they wouldn't enter his room without warning. He could not risk them seeing the certificate, not before he knew what it meant.

A birth certificate is laid out before Weston, bearing the information of a girl named Willow that held the same last name as his family. She would be 26 today, if the document could be trusted. Weston vigorously shakes his head at the thought, as if trying to force the idea out of his mind.

"But it can't be. I don't have any siblings." Weston mutters to himself, "This is just a mix up with the hospital."

Weston's confusion voice betrays his words. His mind races for an explanation, desperate for closure on the meaning of the document. If he did have an Older Sister, why hasn't he meet her? why haven't his parents told him about her? And why was her birth certificate hidden away under the floorboards of his parents' room? Weston continues to stare at the certificate, as if the words would somehow shift and reveal their secrets, but no such miracle happened.

Suddenly a series of knock rocks his door, and Weston jumps out of his skin. His head snaps towards the door as his father's voice booms through.

"Weston! Your mother and I are getting tired of you locking yourself up, come out now or I will break this door down!" Weston Fathers voice booms, filled with barely restrained anger. Weston quickly stashes the certificate under his bed and jumps up to unlock the door, his body moving more on instinct rather than conscious choice.

The moment the sounds of the locks turning can be heard, the door is ripped open by Weston's father, his large figure glowering over his son. Weston stumbles back, his fingers stinging from the handle being ripped from his grasp. Before he can say anything, Weston's arm is grabbed, and his father pulls him out of his room and begins dragging him to their living room. Weston meekly stumbles on his feet as he tries to gain some balance.

Once they enter the living room, Weston's father tosses him onto their couch, where a frosted cake with 13 candles rests on the table in front of it. Weston pauses for a moment to stare at the cake. He had completely forgotten that today is his 13th birthday. Weston turns his head to his father, with some amount of guilt over angering him after seeing the cake he brought him.

"I'm so-"

"I don't want to hear it" Weston's father snaps, cutting him off.

"Now, now." Weston's mother says, as she saunters into the room from the kitchen. "No need for fighting. This is Weston's special day. We should be a little more forgiving."

Westons' mother caresses his father's arm, which seems to calm him down, before both parents sit on either side of him. Weston turns to his mother, to thank her and to apologize, only to feel her soft lips on his before any words could escape. The kiss lingers for a second, before his mother pulls away and gently pushes Weston to face the cake.

"Go on dear, make your wish and have a slice." His mother says in a sweet voice, managing to sooth Westons's worries for the moment. Weston then leans forward, takes a deep breath, and blows as hard as he can to put out the candles. His mind rushes to think of a wish, and only one manages to present itself.

'I wish I knew what happened to Willow.'

Once all the candles were out, Weston's mother cuts a slice off cake and offers it to her son, who gladly takes it. The sweetness of the cake, along with its fluff structure that causes it to melt in his mouth, lures Weston to quickly take bite after bite until the entire slice is gone. Weston then lays his head on his mother's stomach, which has been growing the past 9 months. Weston eyes the bulging belly as he relaxes, pondering if his mother had simply let herself go or if he should expect a younger sibling soon.

The idea of having a younger sibling causes something to stir in Weston, something he hasn't felt before. Whatever the feeling is, it makes him want to get to the bottom of the Willow mystery even more, but for now, his eyes feel heavy. Weston could feel drowsiness creeping up on him, and while he wanted to stay up a bit more, his eyelids wouldn't stay open. So, Weston lets them close, deciding that when he wakes up, he will delve deeper into Willow's mystery. The last thing Weston feels is a hand rubbing his thigh before he completely succumbs to slumber.

In his dreams, Weston finds himself sitting on his bed, facing someone he doesn't recognize. The girl in front of him was about his age, with long black hair and kind pale blue eyes, but with a deeply saddened expression. Weston jumps as the resemblance strikes him and he realizes who he is looking at, Willow. His older sister turns her head towards him and gives him a smile, though Weston can still feel the pity and hopelessness she's trying to hide. Weston tries to speak, but all the questions he had planned and scenario's he had thought of disappeared in that moment, so he says the only thing that he can think of, "Hello".

Tears well up in Willow's eyes before she leans forward and pulls Weston into a hug. The embrace was warm and comforting, and Weston found himself instinctively wrapping his arms around her. Weston didn't know why Willow was crying, and before he could force out the question, Willow whispers into his ear. "It's okay. It will be over soon." And then Weston felt himself slipping from Willow's arms and falling into the darkness.

Weston slowly wakes up, with long low moans. He had no idea how much time past nor what had happened to him, and his grogginess didn't help. Slowly, his senses return, and the first thing he notices is that he cannot move his arms or legs. Weston cranes his neck to look at them and realizes that metal cuffs have been locked around his wrists and ankles, pinning him in place. The sudden jolt of fear he feels snaps him to full awareness, and Weston heart sinks.

He is in a dingy and cold room, with floors and walls made of grey stone and concrete, with the only thing breaking up the room being a heavy metal door to his side. He is laying on a square rock, with metal shackles holding him down, and all of his cloths having been removed. The Cold air of the room presses into him, and Weston has to squirm in his shackles to try and stay warm. Suddenly, the creaking of metal and the slamming of a door can be heard, and Weston twists his head to face the metal door.

There, he sees his mother and father entering the room, both stark naked. A sense of relief washes over Weston, as he realizes that this is just going to be their usually play time, and that the odd situation was just their way of punishing him for locking his door. They had done similar things in the past, though this was the first time outside the bedroom. Weston then relaxes on the stone slab, and watches as his mother circles around him before stopping at his waist, crawling onto the slab and pressing her cunt to Westons now erect cock.

Weston eases into the regular motions, thrusting his hips up and pushing his cock into his mother's cunt, coaxing a soft moan from her, something that Weston prides himself in achieving. The feeling is nice and familiar, as her fleshy walls squeeze around his member and offer a pleasant warmth against the cold room. Weston then feels something meaty tap his cheek, and he turns his head to see his father's cock laying besides him, and Weston wordlessly opens his mouth and takes the member in.

Weston settles into a normal rhythm. His heart wasn't into it as it usual was, partially due to the discomfort of the room and stone bed, but mostly because his thoughts wander back to that birth certificate. The appearance of his sister in his dream and the possible upcoming sibling has pushed his desire to know more far higher now, and once his parents were done with him, he would dedicate himself to finding out what happened.

In the mist of his thoughts, Weston is unaware as his father takes hold of an axe that that was positioned right where the stone bed would block his view of it. He raises the axe above his head, waits a moment, and then brings it down on Weston's neck. The blade brutally sinks halfway through the body's neck.

Weston's eyes shot open as sudden pain rocket through his body. His body uncontrollably thrashes around, pulling at the chains hard enough to draw blood. His mouth clenches, or tries to, as his weak jaw is unable to push past his father's cock, only causing the older man to groan in pleasure. Weston's mother remains riding his cock, now devolving into loud carnal gasps and moans, as Weston rams into her with a ferocity that she can only experience from a dying body.

Weston's father raises the axe up one more time, but before he brings it down, he rams his cock deep into Weston's mouth until his ball smack his face. Now with his entire cock sheathed, Weston's father brings the axe down, severing the remains connections between Weston's head and his body. Weston's father howls in delight as Weston's mouth and tongue clenches and spasms around his cock and his blood fills his mouth, while Weston's mother leans her body down on the boys writhing body, relishing the final convulsions and twitches both inside and against her body. The two parents' climax as Weston dies, covering Weston one final time in them cum, and continue to ride and rape his body until every last drop is gone.

When his head is severed, Weston feels relief. The pain and agony he had felt a moment ago is now gone, and a sleepy feeling replaces it. He doesn't know what's happening, he is just happy he isn't hurting anymore. The sleepiness takes over, and without understanding it meaning, Weston gives into it, closing his eyes and dying.

Weston's parent remain in their positions even after Weston dies, basking in the after math of their deeds. Weston's mother wraps her arms around his body and nuzzles her head against his chest, "I really liked this one. Can we at least keep some memento?", the mother asks.

Weston's father grunts, pulling his cock out of Weston's mouth, allowing the severed head to tumble onto the floor. "We kept Willow's, and the brat found it. No more prizes, no more reminders. Now, go start the car, we need to deal with him before anyone begins to suspect anything."

Weston mother pouts, but pushes herself off her dead son's corpse anyways, taking a moment to enjoy the deceased member being pulled out, before getting up and leaving the room to do as she was asked. While she does that, Weston's father uses the axe to hack off Weston's body to piece and stores them in black trash bags accompanied by some rocks. He then cleans the stone floor of all the blood and allows it to drain away until no evidence of their crimes could be found. Weston's parents will then go on to drive away, deep into a forest where a small but surprising deep lake resides, and toss the bags holding Weston's corpse in, where he will join Willow and all his other siblings, both past and future.


Name: Mary
Age: 11
Personality: Assertive, Confident, Bratty, A sexual Tease but has avoided any (actually scared to have sex)
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: No to Sex, No to Death
Type of Death: Stabbed in the Head
Setting: Witches are women and girls who have given into the dark arts, dedicating themselves to debauchery and temptation in exchange for blessing them with terrible power and everlasting alluring bodies. A Witch Hunter renowned across the land for his brutal and ruthless extermination of Witches, is seen as a paragon of hope against their foul power. Unbeknownst to the populace, the truth is that he is aroused by the violation and destruction of such attractive and seemingly innocent beings, both while alive and dead. That remains true, even when he finds that the first victim of the most recent coven he has found is a young child by the name of Mary, who has just begun her journey as a witch.

Been a few months, so new prompt.

Name: Hillary Hastor
Age: 9
Personality: Cheeky, bratty, playful, thrill-seeker, innocent
Appearance: -in picture-
Apparel: Nude
Consent: No to sex and murder
Type of Death: Drowning
Setting: A robber breaks into her home one morning, after her parents and siblings have gone out for breakfast. She decides to have a bath, unaware of anything wrong. She's really making this too easy.

Bump.

Any new ones of these?

last actual effortpost a year and a half ago, what the fuck do you think

Maybe another try for a kickstart

Name: Elisabeth
Age: 10
Description: See image, Middle girl.
Consent: None to sex, None to death
Type of Death: Murdered with knife, tormented and raped on camera until she begs for death. Then gets her throat cut.

Name: Katharina
Age: 12
Description: See image, right girl.
Consent: None to sex, None to death
Type of Death: Tortured and raped while hanging from the cellar ceilling, then murdered with knife once she begs for death.

Name: So-Yeon
Age: 12
Description: See image, left girl.
Consent: None to sex, None to death
Type of Death: Tortured and strangulated while being raped on a heap of jagged rock and metal scrapes which cut into her back.


Scenario: Katharina, So-Yeon and Elisabeth are the last girls who attended the indoor swimming pool, allowed to remain by the supervisor for a little while longer, even after the pool was supposed to close. Little do they know that the pool owners are largely bancrupt and needed a new way to make money. The three girls are about to get to know the deeper more hidden levels of the facility, the dank cellars and machineries, as the Pool supervisor turns out to be a serial killer, specifically hired to star in the snuff movies of little girls, which the pool owners now sell on the dark Web.
And he has chosen them to be his next victims.

Post too long see

https://boards.guro.cx/lit/koko.php?res=31669
and as of Sep:
https://boards.guro.st/lit/koko.php?res=31669

Name: Judit Guerra
Age: 12
Description: Swimsuit Model, See image
Consent: None to sex, None to death
Type of Death: Abducted from a shoot in the jungle, Murdered with knife, tormented and raped multiple times by pirate initiates as a right of passing.Then gets her throat cut and thrown into the jungle to rot.