Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Josie Got a Gun
Keywords: FF nc rape tort ws Fsolo anal snuff

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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.

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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

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First published 2013 and since free for use under the CC0 licence
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