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 This story was written by Jenny S, if you like it show her some love and
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   The shop assistant was pretty, very pretty.  With that student look,
that makes any type of clothing look sexy.  But in this case she had a
summer dress on; an assorted pattern of colour setting off her blond hair
and bright eyes.  From my position, hiding behind the biscuit stand,  I
couldn't tell if she wore panties, tights or a thong.....i'm in a dream and
notice nothing else around me.  Until, from nowhere a guy shouted startling
the young girl and she was clearly scared.  All I could hear was a demand
for money and the site of the tip of a gun.  She was handing over the money
when another voice joined in, very threatening.  The next few seconds were
a mixture of confusion and excitement.

   When the shop fell silent I took my cue to check out the scene before
me. The second voice had been a policeman in plain clothes badge in hand
gun in the other, a 3rd red eye where one shouldn't have been.  He was
dead. The original gunman lay mutually dead with a wound through his chest.
But the assistant was alive, and whimpering on the floor, blood oozing from
her arm.  The policeman's bullet having clipped her exiting the robber.  I
looked at her laying on her back dress exposing her fabulous legs and
panties.  My pussy stirred.  Id never been so excited before.  The thought
of being so close to death.  The victim completely helpless.  My panties
were soaking.  I bent down and retrieved the robber's gun using a quickly
grabbed cloth to ensure no prints...I had a plan.  Not the plan of a nice
person but the plan of the dark monster inside me.  I ripped open the front
of her dress and tore her pert breasts free of her bra...I pulled on them,
bit them slapped them.

   I wanted to hurt her more and more but couldn't risk being caught or
leaving evidence.  She was openly crying and begging for help.  I stuffed
the gun in her moth and tore off her sweet pink panties.  She had pissed
herself and it smelt sweet.  I had to taste her, so I got down and licked
and sucked at her young cunt, she was in agony but it was still pleasure.
But I had to act soon, time was running out and I wanted my climax.  My
phone filming this for me to look at later for my own pleasure, I pushed
the robber's gun deep in her...not her pussy, but her dry tight arse,
tearing her with every inch.  Then told her to not worry, "Help is
coming"...."angels are coming for you, bitch".  Then I pulled the trigger
twice..her body exploding away from me.  I had done it.  Her spirit was
mine now.  The gun I returned to the dead idiot at my feet and then I
carefully searched the ankles of the policeman for his backup ..and found
it.  I would probably want to do this some more .    End of part 1

   This story was written by Jenny S, if you like it show her some love and
email her at jensweet98@gmail.com