I love shooting the bitches, I get off as the bullets punch through their bodies, the thunk sound of the strikes is sweet music. I always wanted to have my own firing squad but there was no way I could find a half dozen men to pull the triggers so I fucked around with shotguns and automatic weapons but it just wasn’t the same. Then one day things changed. Ever heard of a volley gun? Probably not, most people haven’t. I think mine is the first one to be built in a long time. Seven single shot .410 gauge shotguns, mounted on a frame, each one able to be aimed separately and all fired by solenoids on the triggers. Add a laser for aiming and a remote button or timer to fire it and you have a firing squad. As I also like to watch as the riddled body falls to the ground to twitch and bleed and gasp out the last seconds of life I added a set of automatic release wrist cuffs opened by the same signal that fires the gun. Now all I needed was a condemned whore to test it on.

Finding a whore was easy as the highway passing my ranch was always used by little bitches making their way to L.A. to find fame and fortune and a short drive was enough to pick up a hitchhiker or two. Of course I don’t limit myself to just shooting but also enjoy a wide range of activities with the doomed sluts that fall into my hands. The unfortunate one who would test my new toy followed in the bloody footprints of many before her and would be followed by many more before I was done. I was so excited by the thought of using the gun that she was spared the worst of my play as I limited myself to a hurried rape and just a few slashes with a whip to teach her who’s boss.

Part of the fun is allowing them to know that in a short while there will be soft lead slugs entering and destroying their bodies and then letting them hang and wait. The cuffs are high and spread apart to discourage movement but can be adjusted for height to fit each target. They used to be released by the sound of the shot but often held on just a bit too long. The whole idea is to allow the body to slam back against the wall and rebound to fall freely. There will not be time for even an unconscious body to fall before the slugs arrive but there will be nothing to interfere with the action after the hits. The shot pattern is set so five will impact in a loose circle in the chest while two hit below and to each side of the bellybutton, I know that with five hits to the heart and lungs the belly shots are meaningless but I like it and after all that is all that matters.

Anyway this cunt is led in chains and blindfolded to the wall and cuffed into position. All other restraints are removed as well as the blindfold. She watches as I load and aim the gun, the ruby red laser spot dances over her tits and belly until I am pleased. She has figured out the reason she is where she is and starts to beg and cry in a useless attempt to save her life. She offers herself as a slave [as if she wasn’t already one] and offers to do anything for or to me but I am doing exactly what I wish to be doing anyway. All is ready, each barrel is loaded with a solid slug almost one half inch across and made of pure lead, the gun is aimed and cocked. I check the video cameras and the VCRs, one last check and I remove the remote control from its resting place and walk closer to her.

In response to her questions and pleas I tell her that when I am ready the world will end for her, end with thunder and fire and the feeling of things punching large holes in her soft tender body, end as the impacts drive the breath from her lungs, end as her blood and flesh spray into the air, end as the ground rises up to meet her, and end as her shattered organs struggle to function and fail to support her life any longer. We stand, she begging and pleading and crying, me enjoying the sights and sounds. She isn’t a beauty but is a fine healthy girl, large framed, broad shouldered, wide hips, tits just a bit small for the well muscled body, soft pubic hair over a cunt that is just between a young girl’s slit and a woman’s sex organ. Her legs are quivering as the strain begins to show. It has dawned on her that I am toying with her and down deep the hope grows that just maybe this is all a game and that she is not really going to die here. I allow it to take root just for a minute , then I rip it out and stamp on it by lifting the remote to where she can see it and the purpose of the small box sinks in. She watches as I flip the safety cover open and place my thumb on the red button. Her NOOOOOOO is overridden by the long boom as seven barrels spit their loads of death across the short space. Red blossoms burst from her skin as the impact slams her back. A spray of blood, flesh, and bone join the splinters of wood torn free from the wall by the slugs. Free to fall she recoils as the elasticity of her body pushes her away from the wall. Her arms start to drop and the sturdy legs no longer have the ability to support her. Her rebound becomes a fall as she moves farther from the wall and she twists as she goes down. She lands on her left elbow and the bone breaks, the end poking through the skin but it is unnoticed as her body comes to rest on it’s side. I can see the blasted craters where the soft lead exited and a glance at the wall shows a pattern of blood splashed holes to match. In spite of the horrible damage she still lives, air and blood move in and out of the holes as she struggles for air and life, red bubbles form and pop to the accompaniment of soft gurgles and wheezes. Somewhere she finds the strength to move but it a feeble effort at best and only manages to turn herself onto her back. Her eyes accuse me of masterminding this torture and blame me for the ruin that once was a healthy young girl. I loose control and drop to rape her one last time, the blood that smears us means nothing as I hurry to enter her before she leaves forever. My face is close to hers and my prick is buried in her when she loses the battle, the shudder that passes through her body sends me into a spasm of delight and it is all over.