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 **Daughter's Execution**

   "What the hell is wrong with you, Felecia?" Her dad, Jeremy, scolded her
as he walked into the room.

   Felecia, a pretty twelve year old girl with a creamy complexion and
long, wavy, black hair, was sitting on the couch completely nude with her
legs spread open.  Her arm right was laying over her flat, athletic belly,
with her hand resting on her crotch and her middle finger softly rubbing
her clitoris.

   "This isn't what it looks like!" She screamed, and quickly removed her
fingers.  "I-I was just scratching an itch."

   "Yeah, sure you were.  You was masturbating."

   "I swear daddy, I was just scratching," she repeated, but with tears
welling up in her pretty blue eyes.

   "Mmhmm.  Then why are you naked?" He asked, accusingly.

   "I-um-I-I..."

   "Uhuh, I bet the cameras will confirm your story?"

   "Ooooh," she whined, before breaking into sobs.

   "Now, what did I say would happen if I caught you masturbating outside
of your bedroom again?"

   "Please give me another chance.  Please!" She pleaded, wiping tears from
her eyes.

   "What did I say would happen to you if you masturbated in here?" He
repeated, firmly this time.

   "Th-th-sniff-that you w-would shoot m-m-me?"

   "Yup.  Now am I going to have to drag you to the garage or will you go
quietly?"

   "Please dad, please!  Give me another chance." She bawled, but Jeremy
smiled when she got up from the couch.

   Felecia walked obediently enough to the garage, although she bawled and
pleaded with her dad during the entire march.

   "Come on daddy, I really want to live.  Please don't kill me.  I promise
I won't do it again," she cried.  Jeremy ignored her and fastened her hands
to chains protruding from the ceiling, and then activated a switch that
lifted her a foot from the ground.  He fastened two chains coming out of
the floor to her ankles, so that her legs would remain spread.

   She continued to sob when he left her like that while he went in the
house.  When he emerged five minutes later with a shotgun and a video
camera she started bawling and begging for one last chance.

   Jeremy ignored his daughter's pleas and, like a judge at an execution,
started reciting; "For violations against the Richmond Household you,
Felecia Wanda Richmond, have been sentenced to death by a shotgun to the
pussy.  You may also be subjected to more shots as I see fit.  Out of
generosity, I may grant one final request before your suffering begins."

   Felecia only cried for several minutes as she contemplated her pending
demise.

   "Well, I assume that you don't have any last requests?"

   "Please don't let me die a virgin," she managed, but it came out as
"pleasedonlemmadiyavirgin"

   "What was that?"

   "Please," Felecia wiped the tears from her eyes and focused enough to
speak clearly, "don't let me die a virgin.  If you're going to kill me,
please at least take my virginity."

   "I guess since you won't get another chance, might as well throw you a
goodbye fuck," he didn't even try to hide the eagerness in his voice.

   First Jeremy turned on the camera and placed it on a stool behind
Felecia, just a foot from her ass.  Then pulled his erect cock out of his
pants and stood in front of his daughter and wrapped his arms around her
petite torso.  Jeremy placed his hands firmly on his daughter's small
preteen ass cheeks and pressed his own body against hers; her budding
breasts poked against his chest firmly, even though his shirt.

   "This will hurt a little," he warned as he placed the head of his
swollen penis against her hairless slit.  Felecia gasped as his cock pushed
through the opening, and then a sharp screech when her hymen broke.

   "Ooooh God!" She screamed as he fucked her virgin pussy; he thrust in
and out of her tight hole with increasing speed, and pushed further with
every thrust.

   "Th-this...  ohhh Goddd...  this is amazing!  I'm about to come!"

   "Enjoy it sweetheart, it will probably be your last," her father panted.
Then she screamed and her entire body spasmed; Jeremy felt the muscles in
her pussy squeeze his member as she came.  He came a few seconds later,
while she was still in the height of her orgasm, and shot loads of cum up
into her womb.

   He pulled out of her dripping prepubescent lovehole, and both were
panting heavily.

   "Best sex I've had in five years," he puffed.  Then he reached up and
kissed his daughter on the mouth, she parted her lips and his tongue slid
in.  Their lips remained locked for a good five minutes, then Jeremy broke
free and Felecia whimpered.

   "Sorry sweetie, but I have to get on with your punishment," he said
firmly as he picked up the shotgun.

   "Oh God, I hoped that this would convince you to let me live..." she
started with tears rolling down her cheeks again.

   "Your sister thought the same thing when I executed her."

   He crouched to one knee and inserted both barrels into her cum-dripping
hole.  He held it there for ten seconds, watching her chest heave and
listening to her whimpers and heavy breathing; the anticipation and fear is
almost as much of a means of torment as the actual execution.  Just as
urine started to spray from her urethra he pulled the trigger.

   "Aaaaahhhhhhhh!  Ooooh God!  Fuck!  Ooooooh!" Her screams filled the
garage and pierced the surrounding countryside.  Blood poured from her cunt
and more than a dozen bullet holes appeared in her stomach.  The bullets
tore her reproductive and digestive tracks, not to mention other vital
organs, and splintered the preteen's pelvis.

   Jeremy placed the barrel inches from her belly button and fired again.
This time the gun blasted a hole in the center of her stomach, and
splattered her organs on everything behind her.  Her screams became wet
gurgling noises and blood poured from her mouth.

   "It won't be long," he told her before he placed the barrels against her
right breast.

   He grinned at her reaction; Felecia was very proud of her budding tits,
and usually held them in the mirror every morning.  Surely her dad
wouldn't?

   He did; with one pull of the trigger her right breast disappeared into
her preteen chest, and exploded out of the her back with her what remained
of her right lung.  Blood shot up her throat and sprayed out of her mouth
like a fountain.  Before she could go limp, Jeremy placed the gun against
her other breast and repeated the process.

   Jeremy stood back with his hands on his hips and watched his daughter
expire.  Her destroyed body convulsed for another minute before finally
going limp.

   He called some friends over to help clean up the mess; a few of whom
were allowed to have fun with Felecia's body before it was ground up into
pig food.