Author: Daddy Walker Title: Josie Got a Gun Keywords: FF nc rape tort ws Fsolo anal snuff --------------- Josie Got a Gun Until 29 years of age, Josie had never experienced an orgasm. The attractive brunette had applied herself to alternative self-fulfilment, and she had, for example, worked her way to a good position at the exchange, buying and selling commodities. She had also built up an impressive social life; there was plenty of free time for a perpetual single, always focused on making others enjoy her company. But she felt far less accomplished when it came to sex. A strong but elusive frustration was growing inside, and nothing could ever push her over the luscious, perfect, last edge, so by now the simplest touch - even basic things such as trimming her pubic hair - was enough to drive her almost insane with a need for relief. No touching meant fucking was out of the question, effectively destroying every chance at a real relationship. Fantasies were inescapable, though. During her daily exercise, her mind could wander off, imagining how her sweaty body might drive a partner insane with desire, how flashing her large tits or flaunting her tight ass could lead to uncontrollable arousal in a lover's eyes. Lately, even such innocent reverie was becoming enough to leave the lonely woman physically sick with unsatisfiable urges for something more, just out of reach. Then, one night, she was heading for an open store on her way home. The streets were clean, not a shady part of town but the sort of place a woman like her would go to for her evening shopping. This time, when she looked in through the window, her heart almost stopped beating. An unshaved man with long, dirty hair and tattered clothes was standing by the counter and aiming a gun straight at the female cashier. The woman, young enough to be a student, was crying visibly, trying to find shelter in a corner and trembling in mortification. Josie stood frozen just outside the door, and in a second she became entranced by the terrifying scene, which slowly caused her to be aware of an unfamiliar sensation. Her cunt was actually getting wet with arousal, instead of its usual over-sensitivity. She couldn't tear her eyes from the frightened girl's face, and as Josie watched, a wonderful, intense lust spread through her crotch, up through her breasts and her entire body. She realized she was waiting - hoping - for the gun to go off. She even panted out loud, feeling herself letting go of self-control... Of course, she had to escape. After turning and running for over 100 feet, she hid in a doorway down a side road, trying to calm her fast breath. The spell was broken; she was afraid, and she couldn't really think. Her stomach hurt, and she had to fight to control it. Ever since she had felt that first tingle of excitement, she had also been fighting a strange urge to urinate - probably another panic reaction, she figured. Either way, everything was ok now. It had to be... There was a sudden gun blast, and she put her hand to her mouth in the realization that the young, beautiful cashier had probably just been ruthlessly shot and killed. Now rapid feet came running, and Josie sat looking out at the street with a hammering heart. It all happened in seconds. The robber ran past. She waited helpless for him to turn around, but instead he looked out to the road, over his shoulder. Then he threw something - the gun - behind a thrash can just opposite the road from where Josie was sitting, and he was gone. She could hear his footsteps disappearing down the street, further and further away. The street became strangely deserted. She walked out in curiosity to the thrash can and saw the weapon lying there in a surreal quiet. It was a revolver - of unpractical size, she noted - with a chamber for several bullets and a fairly long barrel. She felt drawn to the brutal, callous instrument of almost unfathomable power. The unusual but welcome wetness between her legs was spreading again. Before she had time think, she had leaned down and closed her fingers with a gasp of excitement around the handle. Then, her trance was broken by the sound of high heel shoes approaching around the corner. Another woman, beautiful, slightly older, with big blond hair and an expensive coat, stopped in surprise when she saw Josie. - "Are you alright?", the woman asked. "I saw a man running from here, and I thought..." She had taken a few well-intented steps forward, into the side street, but now she saw the gun, and her eyes filled with dread. A moment of dead silence was eventually broken by her quiet, terrified, begging voice. - "Please...", she said. "You can take anything. Just let me go..." Josie was startled. She hadn't even considered an alternative, and at first the stranger's implications of a threat seemed preposterous. But the other woman had a persistent look of panic on her face, staring at the weapon, suggesting with more and more urgency that her life was now literally in Josie's hands, and Josie started, once again, to experience the surges of savage arousal from the store. She was panting. Her breasts were suddenly incredibly sensitive; she could feel the bra squeezing them delicately, almost as if they had swollen too big to fit inside it. Her panties were saturated by seeping, warm moisture. A violent impulse made her raise the gun, and the other woman froze with a horrified draw of breath. Josie looked into the face of someone struggling to understand what was actually happening. This woman might have things to do right now - people she was supposed to help; maybe she had to take dinner out of the oven at home, to go on a trip somewhere with tickets already paid for, to buy her son a graduation suit later this week... Thinking about all this, Josie allowed herself to aim the gun, with careful deliberation, between the ample tits, which were pouting out clearly through the fur coat. Suddenly, the pleasure between Josie's legs grew tenfold. She knew, without being able to explain how, that she was about to experience an orgasm soon. What finally did it for her was when she looked back up into the terrified female face. Tears trickled down those cheeks now. - "Please...", the despairing woman tried to beg with powerless eyes. "Please don't kill me! Don't... not like this..." Josie felt a wonderful throbbing building in her cunt. - "Yeesss...", she whispered, smiling in ecstasy. "Oohh, yeesss..." She was crossing a final, ruthless limit. Her horny crotch was being flooded to the brim with pleasure. There was only thing to do now - for the perfect release. Without mercy, she squeezed the resisting trigger. Trembles of her first-ever sexual climax had already started spreading through her body when the explosion of the firing weapon hammered pleasurably through her arm, from her shoulder down through her tits and her soaking cunt. The shot from the gun tore through the cloth on one of the woman's tits. For the briefest moment, you could see a look of pain and disorientation in the opposing face, and then the woman's eyes clouded. The body relaxed, lost its balance, and dropped to the ground as a sack of potatoes. Josie's limbs were pleasantly numb, as if they wanted her to slump to the ground to lovingly join the lifeless body, but she just stayed standing, moaning, with intense, rapturous release pulsating through her. The violent urge to urinate returned, unstoppable, and now she easily surrendered control of her crotch muscles, feeling a forbidden, warm stream of liquid spreading through her panties and pants. A final orgasm made Josie's piss-bathing cunt cramp until she folded over in screaming ecstasy. She calmed down, staring at her now obviously dead victim, who in turn stared with blankness down into the street. Things were quiet around them again. Josie realized that less than a minute had passed. Someone would have heard the gunshot. She had to get away right now! She turned and ran down the side street, staying in the shadows through streets she knew reasonably well. After a few minutes, she had put some distance between herself and the crime without hearing anything or seeing anyone, and exhilaration was starting to bubble up inside her. --- The following weeks were spent in obsessive fascination with her new toy and its trigger to climax. Every urge to finger her constantly overflowing fuck slit was irrepressible now that she knew at least one way to get what she wanted. At times, she found herself sitting with her feet on a windowsill, spreading her naked legs, aiming the gun out at women passing by down on the street while she caressed herself. But she never managed to come again. In desperation, she once even fucked the cold gun into her hairy, horny-aching, yearning crotch. Through it all, she felt surprisingly composed in public. A few of the traders spent an evening at a pub, after the exchange had closed. Someone ran into an old female friend who Josie then spent drunken hours becoming friendly with. In truth, Josie spent the entire evening in heat. The woman, named Liz, managed to combine beauty and insecurity into something adorable and absolutely irresistible. The conversation revealed her to be alone, divorced without children, living in a house at an address Josie managed to memorize even through the alcohol haze. It was such a strange thing to imagine - simply killing someone who she had met in such a normal setting, talked to, even liked. But Josie drifted through the following week in a fever daze, fantasizing about doing it. Her horny-drenched cunt wanted the death of another cunt, and that was that. It was just Liz's bad luck that she had happened to come in the way, wasn't it?! Next Tuesday evening, Josie finally left, gun in bag, for her new orgasm. Liz answered at the second ring of the bell. There was a look of surprise on her face. - "Hi, remember me?", Josie asked, apologizingly. "I'm sorry... I... Maybe I shouldn't have done this... I just thought I remembered your address, and I walk by home pretty close from here... Are you busy? Maybe I should just go..." - "No, no...", Liz finally reacted. "I'm just home watching TV... Come on in... Josie, is it?" Friendly smiles were exchanged. Josie felt the familiar, tingling urge to piss into her panties when she looked at Liz's innocent face. The following hour was spent in something most resembling foreplay. Liz didn't seem completely uninterested, offering Josie a glass of wine, which eventually turned into another one, and that made everything so much easier. Josie grew wet beyond her wildest beliefs as she looked up and down the other woman's slender but perfectly curved body - in its prime. Liz was wearing relaxed, at-home soft pants and a cute-looking, a little too small, obvious-favorite old t-shirt. It accentuated her very flat stomach as well as the nipples on average-sized, firm-looking breasts. Her hair was blond and short, and she had perfect, shy, crystal-blue eyes, still clueless about what waited for her in Josie's bag. Josie also explored a new-found, very sexual fascination with learning all there was to know about a soon-to-be-finished life. Her hostess apparently spent most of her free time saintlily caring for a sick mother as well as helping to raise nephews and nieces. It seemed the dream of the timid woman was only to break out of her life, find a man, and go for a cliché vacation to Paris. At some point, Liz started to shift uneasily, growing a little nervous, drinking faster, probably from noticing her guest getting a little too comfortable, asking questions that were increasingly intrusive. - "So did you read about that killing a few weeks ago?", Josie blurted out to move the conversation to its goal. "A woman?" She nearly failed to contain her eagerness by now. Her crotch was drenched. She could smell herself, and she suspected a big moist, juicy spot had seeped through her pants. - "Yeah...", Liz answered hesitantly. "It was just a few blocks away, did you know that? I'm just so relieved by the time I finally come inside now, every night, and can close the door..." - "Uhhuuhhh...", Josie agreed half-pantingly. "So, have you wondered how she felt, just before she died? Do you think she suffered? Do you think she was scared?" She left the last question hanging in the air, in a way that allowed the woman across the couch to finally understand something was off. Josie stood up, at first appearing to be on her way to a bathroom, but instead she turned to her bag and reached inside for her weapon. As her fingers closed around the handle, she surrendered to a shudder of familiar pleasure through her crotch. - "Uuuhhhh... Don't move!", Josie let out with a look of extreme arousal. "I just really want to do something right now... I hope you don't mind." Liz was immobile in the sofa, watching in confusion, which turned to fear as she saw her friend start to, very intentionally, piss herself. The soaking flow glued the cloth to the inside of the thighs, down past the knees, and then liquid trickled out in an expanding puddle on the floor. Josie let out a drawn-out gasp of satisfaction. Then, she took her gun out, while she was still dripping between her legs, and Liz jerked back up into the pillows, in open-mouthed horror. Josie aimed the gun at her new friend, who actually raised her hands slightly, as if they were in a movie. - "Please...", Liz whispered. "What... What? Why?" - "Mmmmhhh... I think you've got it, Liz...", Josie moaned in aggressive ecstasy. "I'm going to kill you... tonight, just like I killed that cunt in the street... Do you believe me?" Liz tried to answer, but could only bring her stunned body to a dumbfounded nod. - "Mmmhhh... Good...", Josie panted. "Then you'll do what I tell you now, right? Or do you want to die right away?" - "No!", Liz got out with high-pitched fear. "I mean, please, don't... I'll do what you want..." She seemed to still struggle to understand what was really going on. Josie smiled to herself. Things were going just right. She looked her victim up and down again, demonstratively. - "You're very attractive...", Josie decided. "I want you to undress! I want to see you naked when I shoot you. Will you do that for me?" To underline her seriousness, she cocked the gun, and Liz finally erupted into tears. Eventually, as the gun kept pointing at her, she also started moving, forcing herself to pull the t-shirt up. A pair of beautiful, natural breasts were revealed. A moment later, when her upper body was naked, the teary-faced woman was also forced to remove her pants. In the end, Josie pointed the weapon to the small, comfy-looking cotton panties to make sure they came down, showing Liz's pubic hair, which turned out to be dark-blond and short-trimmed. - "Mmhhh... You really look very good...", Josie confirmed with admiration. Her eyes were glossy with arousal as she unbuttoned her own urine-soaked jeans and peeled them down. It took some effort, using only one hand. Finally, she pulled down her panties as well, revealing her thick bush of piss-drenched, unkept, brown pubic hair. Josie stood with her legs wide apart, caressing herself and proudly showing off her raw, naked excitement. She was in a state of euphoria she had never imagined, where every sight, sound, and touch turned into a shock of wicked, sexual bliss. And, as much as she enjoyed her own fingers on her tits and crotch, things were about to get better... - "Aahhhh... Come here!", she moaned and patted the sofa. "Mmhhh... Come over here and stand by the sofa for me! I'm gonna touch you..." Liz obeyed in reluctance, without any way of escaping. Josie let out another mesmerized gasp as she started running the fingers of a hand up and down the smooth skin of the beautiful woman's stomach and breasts. By now, Josie's slit was dripping all by itself - a wonderful fuck-fruit, squeezing out juices of pleasure. She made Liz bow forward in a submissive patdown position, with hands resting on the seat of the sofa. Then, Josie traced the gun down along the spinal ridges. She slid the muzzle of the weapon down the smooth, tight asscheeks, around the ass-crack, straight to the first target. Liz burst into a new fit of tears when the gun moved in through the soft folds of her cunt lips. For a second, she just stood there in trembling panic. Josie fed off the fear, panting and moaning, and then she proceeded to simply force the gun barrel violently into the moist vaginal hole. Liz failed to quiet a shriek of horror. The entrance appeared to offer little resistance, but you could tell from her cringing that the burrowing weapon hurt the depths of her internal walls. - "Yeahh... It's sexy...", Josie observed in euphoria. "Do you want to die like this, Liz? Would you like to feel your uterus ... bursting wide open inside you? Mmmhhh... I think I'll fire the gun, right now..." Liz sobbed in a catatonic state. For a few moments, it didn't even seem as though she would be able to pull herself together to reply. - "No...", she finally managed to whisper. "Please don't!!" - "Mmmmhhh... Begging...", Josie moaned. "It's perfect... beautiful... a gun in a cunt... If you move now, I'll shoot. I promise..." With great care, she uncocked and opened the weapon, before plucking out bullets with her fingers. Liz remained completely paralyzed, in tremors, with the barrel inside her body. It was all over in seconds, and then Josie spun the cylinder around and reclosed the gun without looking. "No, no...", Liz whispered in disbelief. "Please..." - "Ohh yes!", Josie clarified, smiling deliriously to herself. "Mmhhh... You know, I thought of a game we could play, to make this more exciting for you... All bullets are out now, except one. Do you want to try your chance at getting away? If you can move, maybe you'll make it, naked, all the way out the door before I get off a shot... Or should we just try a single squeeze right here - a little roulette in your cunt?" The helpless woman stood frozen and whimpered. Finally, she forced her mouth to respond. - "Please stop...", she barely let out with trembling lips. "Please!" Josie leaned down for an up-close, fascinated look at the penetrating weapon, and she fingered her own sticky, juice-dripping slit and tried moving the gun in and out. - "Here we go...", she gasped, staring at the gun-raped fuck hole. "One in six that you get a bullet in that little snatch... I think I'm gonna come a little already... It's so fucking hot... Brace yourself!" She tightened her finger, and Liz let out a loud scream of panic, which was interrupted by the trigger bringing down the hammer, with a heavy, metallic snap, into an empty chamber. Josie's legs began shivering from a small but very pleasurable micro-orgasm while Liz cried in pain from the shock through her abdomen. - "Mmhh... Uhhhh..", Josie grunted . "Oohhh, fuuck! I've needed this so much..." She spent half a minute moaning in satisfaction. After that, she slowly pulled the juice-glistening gun-barrel out of the violated cunt hole and moved a calm hand up to the ass. She separated the asscheeks, revealing a wrinkled asshole. Finally, she slid the muzzle of the weapon all the way up to the tight opening. - "What do you say we try once more in the asshole?", she asked her crying victim. "I'm so horny tonight. I think I can get off another time, just from that... And I would really enjoy you getting shot in the ass, too..." Liz let out a sob of panic and opened her mouth to beg. But it ended up a tortured scream, because Josie had put all her weight on the thick gun barrel, and she was pushing until the sphincter caved in. The powerless victim cried at the top of her lungs while the steel sank into her ass. - "Fuck, that looked tight!", Josie laughed as she watched the gun inside the asshole. "It's so hot... Well, here goes to nothing..." Her legs had already started trembling in what appeared to be a small, completely handsfree climax. She stared at the rim where the barrel disappeared inside the asshole, and her finger squeezed the trigger. There came another violent, metallic, empty, and hollow snap from the gun. Liz buried her teared-up face in the sofa, and Josie stood moaning behind, supporting her entire weight on the other woman's smooth ass through long, leg-shivering climactic releases. Eventually, the room settled down. Josie had taken the worst edge off her sadistic cravings. Now, she caressed the hair of her half-hysterical victim, talking the crying woman through a relatively gentle exit of the gun from her violated ass. Then, Josie sat down in the sofa, leaving Liz standing. Josie inspected the barrel. It was a little messy, but it wasn't as bad as she had expected. It smelled distinctly of both metal and anus. She resumed her caressing of Liz's hair. - "I love what you've done for me, Liz.", Josie said with a quiet, gentle voice. "I almost didn't believe in orgasms until that day, when I shot that woman... And now I can't resist it... Can you understand? I need more, Liz... I need a perfect one..." She lifted the sniffing face lightly, and eventually Liz looked up with broken eyes and reddened, wet cheeks. She didn't say anything. Josie simply moved the gun to Liz's mouth. - "Open up!", Josie smiled mischievously. "Come on now! Say aaahh! Take it in your mouth for me!" As the muzzle touched the lips, Liz complied in broken-down futility, opening her mouth. - "Good girl...", Josie purred. "Can you taste your ass? You're so brave, doing everything I tell you, do you know that? I'm really happy... But I want this one to be perfect... Is it ok with you if I keep pulling the trigger, this time? What do you say?" Liz's lips remained slightly opened, and inside her mouth you could see her tongue moving against the barrel of the gun. - "Oohhh, that's hot...", Josie moaned. "Put your tongue against the barrel! Try to stop the bullet with your tongue, just like that! Look up at me! Aaahhh... Are you ready to die for me? You understand you're going to die, right, you cunt?" Josie masturbated herself with her free hand. She pressed the gun as deep as she could into the mouth, and Liz gagged and groaned, in panic, trying to call on Josie's attention. Josie pulled the weapon back a little, so Liz could get her words out around the barrel. - "What?", Josie smiled, strangely affectionately. "Are you ready? Do you want to say something? I can wait just a little..." "P... Pleeasee...", Liz whispered, and her voice broke down in a long set of sobs before she continued. "I ... I'm so scared... Please don't... We were... I don't want to die... I really..." - "Sshhh... There, there...", Josie comforted the desperate naked woman. "You know, now, it just really makes it better when you're afraid like that..." They spent a moment in quiet thought, with the gun still an inch inside Liz's gaping mouth. - "I'll tell you what.", Josie finally said. "I've never had a woman eat my cunt. I'll let you live for just a little while if you do that for me. Ok? Of course, I could just shoot you instead if you want..." She sat back, unable to resist a smug smile as she used a pillow to prop herself up. Then she spread her legs wide, exposing her messy, glistening, piss- and juice-soaked crotch lips, and she pointed the gun straight at Liz's face. Liz trembled through her entire body in sobs, but she managed to slowly force herself to crawl closer. You could see her fighting an impulse of repulsion as her mouth approached the sticky, wet pubic hair and the smelly slit. Josie just put a hand on the head, pressing the mouth into her mopping cunt. It wasn't long before the tongue started to move. - "Aahhhh... This is really good...", Josie panted. "That's it! Lick me! Mmmhhh... Can you taste it?" With the gun to the other woman's head, Josie lay moaning for a full minute, bucking and writhing, enjoying the mounting pleasures in her crotch. Then, she cocked the gun and used it to press the head back an inch, forcing the licking to stop. - "Mmmmhhhh...", she moaned. "You're very good. There's something else I want to try..." She managed to lift her legs and then pull her knees back, holding them steadily by the sides of her stomach. She also still pointed the gun at Liz's motionless, waiting head. A crooked smile played over Josie's lips. - "Lick my ass...", she whispered. "I want to feel ... a frightened woman tasting my asshole..." She managed to push Liz back down, burying the helpless mouth between the asscheeks - and the nose in the pooling cunt. Then, Josie grunted in dominance when a surrendering tongue started its slippery massaging of her anus. - "Yeaahhhhh... Push it in!", she panted. "That's it... Aahhhh... It's so wet..." After not too long, Josie pulled the head between her legs back up, pressing Josie's mouth down into the thick cunt hair. - "I have to come!", Josie established simply. "Take my cunt in your mouth again!" Liz started complaining with a sort of horrified wailing and groaning sound, straight into the cunt. Maybe she had held on to some last, desperate hope that this was all a horrible joke, and now she finally knew it was too late. Josie just pressed the gun straight down, angled away from herself, at the top of the skull. - "Yeaahhhh... That's right Liz...", she gasped. "Are you ready? Mmhhh... You know, you kind of look a little like a little fuck pig for slaughter, all naked between my legs... Are you ready to die?" She held the gun with both hands and lifted her cunt, pressing it against Liz's lips. Tears were even dripping from Liz's face down on the skin above Josie's pubic hair. - "Mmhhh... Uuuhhh...", Josie grunted, clearly close to climax. "Keep crying, Liz! Yeaahhh... Uuhhhhh... I'm coming! Yeesss... This is it!" Josie pulled the trigger, and already on the first attempt the gun went off with a deafening explosion. A thick spray of bloody chunks and pieces of skull blew out into the room behind Liz's hair. The shock-wave of the bullet lifted up the head, which bounced back down, a little lighter, on Josie's cunt. Smoke temporarily blurred the view of the other woman's lifeless eyes and slumping, still twitching body, but you could see Liz's half-destroyed head resting steadily, on its teeth, in the cunt hair. There was something delightfully twisted about feeling an orgasm building inside the wide-open mouth of a dead woman. Josie came impossibly hard, screaming, blacking out from pleasure, reawakening, over and over. At some point, she grabbed the head with both hands and pulled it hard, starting to grind herself against it. Then, the floodgates of her cunt opened a final time, and she spent a long time pissing over the entire dead face. There was no concept of time for her now; for all she knew, the entire splashing, grunting, grinding skull-fuck could have lasted only a few minutes, or it could have lasted an hour. Once she returned to her senses, she got to work as fast as her blissful state allowed, and she made sure to pick up all her own things and wipe off anything she could remember having touched. As she left the house, she was wearing a pair of the dead woman's silk panties under a pair of new, expensive jeans from the upstairs closet. Most importantly, Josie had a new sexy, tight nipple-t-shirt trophy on. It felt good. Her cruel cunt became very wet at the thought of wearing this for her next victim. dirtywalker@gmail.com --------------------- First published 2013 and since free for use under the CC0 licence http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/