The Owner

The first shot was louder than I thought. The first victim, that a second ago was kneeling facing the wall naked as the rest of us, slammed into the wall with blood and brain pieces splatting all over it. Her skinny body, now lifeless, rested unnaturally against the wall, with her back arched backwards following the corner between the floor and the wall itself.

We all responded to a cryptic announcement on the dark web searching for willing victims. The German man that collected us in the airport clearly had money to spare as he drove us to the countryside in a massive mansion far away from everything. The extended villa was hiding underground an even bigger dungeon, equipped with everything needed for torturing, imprisoning, and killing a human being.

None of us accepted torture, we discussed in the van, but all of us were there to die. My snuff friends were of all kind of size and shape: a beautiful woman in her 40s, slightly overweight, with a piercing on her lower lip, a smile to die for, and black curly hair to her shoulders, was now kneeling next to me, to my right, shivering from the cold and the adrenaline rush. Her smile was nowhere to be seen, as our imminent death was more and more real every second.

With me on the plane from Milan, but originally from Bulgaria, the girl now on my left was a beautiful girl with pale skin, huge breasts, light brown hair and blue eyes. She had a light smile after the first woman was murdered and her blood was forming a pool on the floor. To her left, a German woman approaching her 50s that did not speak or understand English was the closest one to the first victim. She had blond tinted hair, small breasts, and a bit of a belly showing. A tatoo on her forearm represented a tree losing leaves in the autumn wind. Her hands crossed behind her head, as everyone of us, quickly fell behind as her skull was hit with a bullet that crossed her entire head, exploded her face, and ended her life in the same way the first woman died just seconds ago.

Our owner looked satisfied as he prepared the gun to shoot again and then returned to operating the gun with his left hand while stroking his hard cock with the right

The big breasted bulgarian woman was next in line, the first alive from left to right after the two dead bodies rested on the ground where they violently landed seconds ago.

“Oh God” were the only words spoken out loud in the room. They came from the last girl on the right, presumably the last one to die today, a soft brunette with nice breasts and a round ass. She looked extremely scared, more than any of us.

“SHUT UP” the owner screamed at us. He had placed a huge amount of money in our bank account just after we arrived at the mansion, and we all used our apps to devolve the money to someone else in our life. Whether it was to help someone with a massive debt or just a way of making money out of a terminal cancer, we all sold ourselves for money and he now owned us.

The bulgarian woman gave me the feeling of standing up as the gunshot to the back of her head propelled her almost to her feet. Pieces of her brain hit my body as I processed just how quickly he was killing us. He had already murdered three of us and was proceding fast. He looked more and more aroused, and I mentally prepared to be raped in some way before dying, but instead he was just masturbating while shooting people in the back of the neck.

I had read that when shot in the head you don’t have the time to hear the actual gunshot. Lights go out instantly and you don’t even realize it. Or at least that was I was hoping for.

To my right, the two women kept their heads down as they counted their final seconds. The owner got ready to shoot again, this time at the back of my head. The wall in front of me was full of bullet holes, but otherwise looked spotless. On my left, stains of fresh blood and exploded brains were dripping down and a smell of fresh blood was mixing with the scent of burned gunpowder.

I heard the sound of the owner masturbating inches from my head as I could almost sense the gun being pointed at the back of my head. I looked where my body would fall, almost wanting to turn slightly to the right not to end in the blood or knock my head against the wall. Then almost smiled at how stupid that thought was when I heard a click behind my head.

“Oh, you are the lucky one, turn around now” the owner said to me. He was not a hot man, with his face showing the signs of aging, the hair missing on the top, and the large belly hoovering on top of his smallish dick.

He stopped masturbating and pulled out a fresh pistol magazine from his back pocket, letting the empty one fall on the floor near my knees.

“Suck me” he told me while he was proceeding to load his gun again. I pulled out my tongue and gave a small lick to the tip of his cock, as he was busy with his hands reloading the gun. Whether he was too excited or just not practical enough, he was having some problems in fitting the new magazine into the gun.

I opened wide and proceed to put his cock fully in my mouth. Not really deeeptroathing as he was really not that big in size, I started sucking feeling his precum on the back of my tongue. The salty taste of it was familiar, as it was the way he moaned when I, having reached the tip of his cock, took a breath opening my mouth before sliding him back as deep as possible sucking again.

It was a strange feeling to give a blowjob to someone that was about to murder me. Not only he owned me to the point of making me suck his cock even if I had no sexual interest in him, he would shoot a bullet trough my brain as soon as he was done with the magazine.

I was not wet, nor I felt particularly aroused. I was just thinking my last action on earth was to suck cock. Was my life wasted? I always liked a bit of humiliation but this death couldn’t get more humiliating. Instinctively I reached his cock with my hand, matching my head movements as many men I blew before liked it so much.

“Oh fuck” he said before starting to come. I froze and pulled back, probably ruining his orgasm. He quickly grabbed his cock and finished himself off, coming all over my face and hairs. I felt the warmth of his cum drawing lines on my face as I closed my eyes a split second too late and a drop of cum touched my left eyeball, burning as usual.

“I was not supposed to cum right now,” he said with a heavy breath. “Turn around” he ordered me as I went back to my original position once more, facing the wall. I had to keep my left eye closed as I kept my hands, the right one covered in cum, on top of my head. I felt my hairs sticking to my palm and thought of how annoying it is to wash cum from your head.

Then my brain exploded and landed on the wall mixed with my blood and the owner’s cum.

My left eyeball, the one that I kept shut because of the cum, was now wide open in the portion of my skull that remained intact. The right side of my face, with my right eye, formed a pinkish blob in the corner between the floor and the wall.

“Sorry girls” the owner said to the woman with the lip piercing and the soft brunette on my right, “I’m not in the mood anymore after this cunt made me cum” and proceeded to shoot them both quickly, probably thinking of all the money he could have saved.