Brothel massacre (a shooting story)

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Author’s note: this was a sequel I originally had in mind for the story Central Park Shooting. I finally got around to writing this for a contest at Dark Fetish Network. Now it’s time to post it here. Enjoy.

It finally hit me what I’d done as I headed out of Central Park at a brisk pace! I’d actually shot two innocent women with a loaded gun I’d found!

Why? Why the hell had I done that?? Was it because of some inner rage directed at my unfaithful girlfriend?

What amazed me was how powerful it made me feel to have killed someone, to have ended a life! And I had actually ended two of them, two young women who meant nothing to me other than the fact that one bore a small resemblance to my unfaithful Emma. I felt an amazing sense of fulfillment to have shot the both of them… that and a disturbing amount of shame that went right along with it!

I encountered no one as I exited the Park, amazed there weren’t sirens screaming their approach. It was late at night; perhaps word had not yet gotten out. But it was only a matter of time.

My first thought was that I should turn myself in… that I should take responsibility for what I had done. That’s what Emma would have told me. But thinking about her only brought back the hurt and anger. So I took a right and headed off down the street.

I knew the building where she was probably off getting her jollies with some other bitch; I’d followed her there once before. What was I thinking heading off in that direction? Did I expect her to tell me what I already knew… that I had shot someone and that I should flag down the nearest cop to take me in?

But I wasn’t thinking straight! I kept vacillating between anger, sorrow and regret. Then I started blaming it all on Emma. After all, it was her fault I’d shot those girls in anger, wasn’t it?

I took a left, briskly walked three blocks and then hung a right. I encountered few pedestrians as I now found myself on the correct street. The building was just a few blocks further down. Was I really planning on confronting her?? Hell, I didn’t know WHAT I was going to do!!

I reached the three story building and then hesitated at the foot of the steps, tears filling my eyes. Why the hell was she coming here? Wasn’t I being attentive enough? Wasn’t I the best lesbian lover she had ever had?? She’d even told me so!! So why the hell was she coming here??!!

I slowly climbed the steps… hesitated as I reached the double doors… grabbed the handle and pulled it open. As I stepped into the foyer a scantily clad bimbo with bleached blonde hair and fake tits came out from around the counter. She looked me up and down appreciatively… until she gasped when she saw the gun still in my hand. In my distraught condition I really hadn’t hidden it all that well!

“C-can I h-help you, m-miss?” she stammered.

“Yeah!” I told her. “I want to know where my girlfriend is… Emma, that Asian dark-haired, traitorous little BITCH!”

“I d-don’t know if we h-have an Emma here!” she squawked nervously.

“I’ll bet you do too!” I growled angrily as I raised the gun and pointed it right at her. “THINK!!”

“I th-think she m-might be down with L-Louise!” she stammered. “F-fourth door d-down on the l-left!” and she timidly pointed down a hallway.

“Thanks!” I told her as I squeezed the trigger.

The Beretta spit lead as I pumped one into that fake tit of hers, the one on her right. Her eyes flew open and she acted all surprised as she grabbed her tit and then started coughing up blood. Then she sort of crumpled to the ground all splayed out as she coughed and spasmed, all caught up in the process of drowning in her own blood.

I don’t even know why I fired; I guess I wasn’t thinking straight! I just headed down the hall in one hell of an angry mood. In no time at all I forgot which door she told me I might find Emma behind, so I started throwing them open one by one.

There was no one in the third room on the right so I tried the one on the left. The bed was unmade and I heard the shower running. Maybe my bitch of a girlfriend was in there!

I walked into the bathroom and pulled open the shower curtain, revealing a naked 5’6” brunette with smaller tits and wet hair in her face. When she saw me she let out a scream, covering herself with her arms as I brought the Beretta up. “You been with Emma?” I growled angrily.

“N-not t-t-tonight!” she stammered.

“Then maybe it was the night before,” I responded, pissed off at the thought that this bitch might have spent some alone time with my Emma at any time! So I put two in her stomach without even thinking.

She slumped down in the bathtub, her eyes wide in horror as water from the shower began to wash the blood pouring out of her wounds down the drain. “Wh-why?” she gasped, weakly clutching at her stomach as blood flowed around her hands and fingers.

“Because you were with my Emma, you bitch!” and I deliberately put one right between her eyes. She didn’t say anything after that. She just stared with unseeing eyes.

I had just stepped back out into the corridor when a door opened further down the hall and another blonde with fake tits stepped out. Figures.

“Did I just hear shots being fired?” she asked me as though I was just another worker or a customer. Then she saw me pulling up the gun in my hand to take aim.

I didn’t give her any time at all to scream. I just put two in her chest, causing her to drop to the floor as her eyes flew open in shock. Then she started writhing around on the floor coughing up blood – another successful lung shot!

I tried the fourth door on the right – empty room. Then the door behind me opened up and I heard a gasp of shock. I turned just in time to see Emma ducking back inside.

“BITCH!” I bellowed as I pushed against her door. I think she was trying to push back from the other side to keep me out. But I pushed harder and was able to force it all the way open.

I heard a thump as she was pushed backward onto the floor. But the first thing I saw was some black-haired Latina sitting upright on the bed with the sheets pulled up to her chest, a shocked look on her face. It made me furious and I pulled up the gun and took aim at her.

“NOO!” Emma screamed from her position on the floor.

“I’ll teach YOU, you fucking bitch!” Then I put two into the chest of her playmate. The Latina fell over backward onto the bed as blood stained the sheet she was still clinging too! She began coughing up blood… a satisfying sight.

“What the hell are you DOING??” Emma screamed at me. “You SHOT her!! OHMYGAWD; you SHOT her!!” In response I turned and aimed the pistol right at her.

“Jess??” she said, trying to sound firm and authoritative. But I could hear the fear in her voice. “Jess, don’t do this! You won’t get away with it! Jess, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!!”

“I regret it right now, you little slut!” I told her. Then I put one in her groin close to her pussy.

She fell back into a cushioned chair that was sitting right behind her – convenient to say the least. At least she was comfortable while she was bleeding out! Then she covered the wound with her hands as she stared at me in shock and horror. “Jess, you SHOT me!” she blurted out incredulously.

“I sure as hell did!” I replied with no small sense of satisfaction. Then I pulled the trigger again and the Beretta spat led. Emma moved her left hand to clutch the new wound in her belly.

“JESS!” she gasped, writhing on the chair in great pain. “NO!! How COULD YOU??!!”

“That’s the reason over there, you little slut!” I snarled as I pointed at the Latina bitch dying on the bed. Then I took aim once more.

“This is for me!” I said firmly as I pulled the trigger. Her eyes flew open in astonishment as blood came out of a circular wound in her temple, trickling down her nose and into her gaping mouth. Then her eyes glazed over in shock and betrayal.

I stared at her as my heart hammered in my chest. A moment later I was astonished to discover that I’d actually had a small cum!! I hadn’t even realized how strangely excited I’d become until after the event; I was so caught up in the moment!!

I looked all around, noticing her Latina lover was still gurgling on the bed. But she was hardly moving at all. She certainly wasn’t going to live very long… no more playtime with MY Emma!

Without consciously thinking what I was doing I stepped out of the room and headed back down the hall. I was numb all over, numb with the shock of what I had just done. I had killed my lover, and already I was starting to have regrets!

“What the hell??”

The voice caused me to turn and look down the hallway in the opposite direction. Some dark-haired Italian looking bitch was standing there in some sort of outfit that made me suspect she was the owner of the establishment.

“Who the hell are you?” I called out to her.

“My name is Paola; I run this place!”

“Then you deserve this!” I said as I took aim and fired. She ducked back inside the door so I went after her, not even certain I’d hit her! But since she owned the place I figured in my current state of insanity that it was all her fault to begin with!

The door she’d gone through was marked OFFICE and it was partly opened. I rushed inside with my Beretta drawn. She was sitting in a chair at her desk, frantically trying to pull open a drawer.

“Oh NO; you don’t!” I told her as I stepped forward and raised my weapon.

She blanched in horror but she kept on with the drawer until she pulled it open. She was just reaching inside when I squeezed the trigger. Only one shot came out but it hit her in the chest. Then I heard “CHICK-CHICK-CHICK” as I kept squeezing the trigger. The Beretta was empty.

She clutched the wound in her chest with her left hand as her right reached into the drawer. Somehow she pulled out a revolver, one I didn’t recognize since I’m not all that familiar with guns. But it appeared to be bigger than mine, capable of doing a whole lot more damage.

I just stood there, numb with shock and astonishment as she tried to heft it in her hand. She coughed up blood as she tried to point it right at me. I don’t know why I didn’t move. Maybe a part of me figured it would be a fitting end if she killed me on the spot.

She squeezed off a shot but it went wide by about a foot, splintering wood in the wall behind me. I jerked at the loudness of the sound, suddenly cognizant of what I had done and where I was standing… and what might happen to me if she continued firing. I still don’t know why I didn’t move!

She got off another shot and I felt searing pain in my right shoulder that made me twist a little in place. But I held my ground, staring resolutely at her as though encouraging her to finish me off.

If I would have had more time to think, perhaps I might have turned and ran. But I was numb with what I’d done, numb with the knowledge of the women I’d killed. I was also strangely aroused at the prospect of facing my own death! I deserved this… if only the stupid bitch could find the strength to take proper aim!

She coughed again and her arm and the gun came down upon her desk with a thump. She weakly brought her other arm over, using both hands to lift up the gun to steady her aim. I just closed my eyes and nodded in resignation…C’mon, bitch; let’s get it over with! You can do it! Then I heard the shot…

Searing pain penetrated my chest and I went over backwards onto the floor. I started coughing up blood, feeling it flooding my lungs. I think I might have had another cum when she shot me but I’m not sure.

My last conscious thought was that at the very least I would spare myself the humiliation of being arrested for murder… and would spare the city an unnecessary, highly publicized trial. Then the life winked out of my eyes and I stared vacantly up at the ceiling…

© 2014

(written for the DFN shooting contest Sep 3 by riwa)

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