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Girl Scouts Cooking
by Serum114 (serumstories@gmail.com)
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Eleven year old Chloe suffers at the hands of a
violent gang. Her rape, torture, and slaughter are
revenge on her prosecutor father and intimidation to
others that would dare interfere. (M+/g, ped, extreme-
v, nc, rp, tor, sn)
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Author Note: *This story is 100% disgusting and
reprehensible. The events depicted are pure fantasy
and the result of a warped imagination*
***
I looked at the GPS reading on my phone. "Slow down.
She should be about a hundred feet up the road." My
driver slowed. "Turn on the high beams." The desolate
dirt road brightened and I saw a figure a little up
the path.
"That her?" A man in the back seat asked.
It was hard to tell through the dark and rain, but as
we got closer I could tell it was her. "Yeah. Stop
next to her." The car moved another twenty feet and
stopped. I stepped out of the black SUV and waved for
the two following to wait. The air was freezing. I
walked over to the shaking young woman. "Did you do
it?"
"Y...Yeah. I stole all the leader's cell phones, and
cut the hard line. Do you have the money?" The twenty-
five year old Girl Scout troop leader asked.
"Yeah. Follow me." I walked back to the SUV and opened
the side door.
"You're not gonna hurt anyone, right? You're just
gonna take the girl and leave?"
I zipped opened a black duffle bag and pulled out a
machete. As I turned, I swung at the woman's neck.
Her head was severed cleanly and rolled like an
awkwardly kicked soccer ball. I walked over to it,
picked it up, and tossed it into the woods. I cleaned
the blood from the blade on her brown shirt and put it
back into the bag. Two of my men in the second SUV had
jumped out and were dragging her body into the woods.
I got back into the passenger seat and waited for the
two other men to get back into their car.
The man sitting behind me spoke. "Stupid fucking
bitch." He laughed.
After another few minutes of maneuvering the winding
path, I told the driver to turn his lights off. The
two other SUVs followed suit and a minute later, the
three small cabins appeared through a clearing. My
driver crept slowly closer and parked about 100 feet
away. The two other cars parked on either side.
I lit a cigarette and waited as my men disembarked.
Nine of my strongest followers walked away from the
parked cars and approached the cabins. They split into
three groups and positioned themselves strategically
around each small building. One walked around the back
and two stood by the front door. I took a long drag
and flicked the headlights on momentarily.
They kicked in the doors and swarmed the buildings. I
pulled a pistol from the glove box. A few seconds
later, a woman of about thirty-five years ran from the
center cabin. The man guarding the door tripped her.
She fell face first onto the wooden deck. The man
straddled her and sat on her back. He forced her head
back and drew his combat knife over her throat. Blood
gushed from the gaping wound and he threw her face
against the blood splattered wood. "Cowardly cunt." I
thought. "Leaving all those little girls to die."
No one else tried to escape.
I savored the hot smoke in my lungs, and waited
patiently. After about two minutes, one of my men
emerged from the left cabin. He carried a young girl
in his massive arms. She kicked and struggled, but her
resistance was useless. He carried her toward my SUV
and I stretched to open the driver's side door.
As it opened, her screams flooded in. She continued
kicking as the man tossed her into the driver's seat.
He held the girl around the neck with his right arm
and reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a
baggy of pills. Those little green pills were the
pride and joy of our gang. A unique, synthetic opioid
that would put the child in a state to better serve
our needs. He took two pills, forced the girl's mouth
open, and shoved them in.
"Swallow um!" The man yelled, placing his left hand
over her mouth. The girl struggled for a second before
swallowing. He released the girl and slammed the door.
Eleven-year-old Chloe Showalter stared down the barrel
of my Beretta 92.
"Hello Chloe." I said. The sound of her name caused
the girl to cry even harder. She forced her back
against the door and wept. She was a cute kid. Her
iCarly pajamas made her look so innocent, so sweet.
She pulled her knees to her chest and hid her face. "I
know who you are, Chloe."
"Please don't hurt me!" The petite brunette screamed
into her thighs. "Daddy! Help me!"
"Your daddy's a fucking bastard, Chloe." She shook her
head, her shoulders trembling violently. "He's a
stupid fucking bastard that needs to learn a lesson."
"What do you want?!" She screamed as three of the men
dragged the final three adults from the cabins.
"I want you to watch Chloe, and realize all this is
your father's fault." She kept her head buried in her
legs. "If you don't watch," I spoke with a quiet but
domineering voice, "I'll blow your fucking head off."
The girl let out a few deep sobs before turning her
eyes to the scene in front of the car. One of my men
had a woman of about forty kneeling with her neck on a
tree stump. Another man brought his machete down and a
torrent of blood sprayed from her cleaved neck. Chloe
shrieked and covered her eyes.
The smell of piss was now evident in the air. I could
almost feel her terror radiating from her. I took
another slow drag and watched the other two women meet
a similar fate. The men left the woman's bodies and
returned to the cabin.
I listened to Chloe scream, and imagined what she must
have been thinking.
Gunshots rang out from inside the cabin and small
bursts of light shone through the windows. Chloe
twitched and yelped at each thunderous explosion.
After about 30 seconds, the gunshots ceased. "Look,
Chloe." I chuckled. "Here come your friends."
The girl's face didn't leave her knees as I watched my
men bring small, lifeless bodies from the cabins. A
pyramid of girl scouts began to form about thirty feet
in front of the center cabin. The nine, ten, and
eleven year old girls lay in bloody pajamas, stacked
six feet high. Five of my men walked back toward the
SUV on my right.
From the back, they pulled out ten, five gallon gas
cans and returned the pile of dead children. They
soaked the girls, and one poured a trail of gas toward
the SUVs. One man pulled out a book of matches, lit
one, and dropped it to the ground. The flame snaked
through the dirt, and a massive fireball rose toward
the dark, starless sky.
The inside of the car was illuminated by the blast. I
looked at Chloe and saw her contorted face through a
gap in her knees. For several minutes I watched the
gasoline burn away. The helpless child next to me
continued wailing as the sweet stench of charring
flesh seeped inside the car.
I opened the door and walked around to the driver's
side. The stunned girl didn't move as I opened the
door and grabbed her by the hair. I knelt against her
and whispered into her ear. "Do what we tell you and
you'll see your family again. If you don't I'll throw
your mommy and daddy on the top of the fucking fire."
"Please don't hurt me." She begged, her nose snotty
and her eyes red with tears.
"Then come with me." I forced the girl from the car
and pulled her by the hand to the center cabin. I
flicked on the light. Preteen brain matter littered
the floor like confetti on Bourbon Street. The men
followed me and the girl into the cabin. The last to
enter was carrying a large duffel bag. One of the men
moved a bed to the center of the room while the others
moved the rest against the walls. The man with the
duffel bag pulled out a tripod and set an HD video
camera on top of it. I pushed Chloe onto the bed. She
rolled into a ball, screaming and too terrified to
dare an escape.
I pull out another cigarette and waited for the pills
to take effect. After about five minutes, she stopped
weeping. After a few more she sat up. "What do you
want?" The girl asked, still scared but drugged into a
semi-compliant state.
After a few minutes of coaching the girl, I decided it
was time to begin filming. One of my men turned on the
video camera, made some adjustments that I didn't
understand, and started recording. I nod at the wide
eyed girl.
"My name is Chloe Showalter and I am eleven-years-old.
My daddy's name is Chad Showalter." She spoke with a
flat, monotone voice as her eyes, pupils completely
dilated, stared into the camera. "I want you to watch,
daddy. Watch your slut daughter get her pussy fucked."
The drug made the child oblivious to what she was
saying, and she seemed about to pass out.
I pulled a combat knife from a sheath around my ankle
and approached the cross-legged girl. She barely
reacted when I pulled the collar of her shirt from her
neck and slid the blade down the fabric. Her flat,
exposed chest was displayed to the camera. I pushed
her back against the bed and cut of her pants. The
little girl lay in piss soaked panties, the drugs
keeping her docile. I placed the blade of my knife
flat against her thigh and slid it under the elastic.
The soiled white panties were cut away. The little
girl's bald cunt glistened with piss. I stepped back
and let the camera pan over her delicate body as I
replaced my knife.
I stepped forward. "Bend over." I said flipping her
onto her stomach. "Stick your butt up." The
disoriented girl offered no resistance as I positioned
her doggy style. I reached between the girls legs and
violently rubbed her cunt. The camera zoomed in and a
mist of piss splashed from her pussy.
I pulled my hand away and slapped the child's tiny
ass. She moaned, and a bright red handprint formed. I
placed my hand on her right cheeks and spread it.
"Spread your ass!" I yelled, but she didn't react. She
almost fell to her side as I pulled her right hand
around to her ass. "Spread um with your hands!" She
brought her left hand back and her face pressed hard
into the cheap, springy mattress.
She spread her pale cheeks wide apart. Her asshole was
a tiny pink dot pronounced against the white
surrounding flesh. I heard the faint sound of the
camera's zoom motor as it closed in on the girl's soon
to be destroyed hole. I placed my middle finger
against the hole and plunged inside. The girl bucked
slightly, the drugs still overpowering any pain she
might be feeling.
I fingered her ass violently, and berated the child.
"How does that feel, slut?" She just moaned. "Tell
daddy how much you love it." I saw her shake her head
slowly, and stuck another finger into the stretching
hole. She moaned again, this time with evidently more
pain. I stopped after a minute, my cock ready for
action.
I pulled my fingers from her warm anus and flipped the
little girl onto her back. She winced as I held my
fingers to her nose, forcing her to smell her own rank
butthole. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. My
underwear followed suit and I gripped her thin wrists
tightly. My erection pressed against her virgin slit
and I forced myself inside her. I ripped through her
hymen, stretched her pencil thin vaginal canal, and
punched into her pre-pubescent cervix.
The pain must have risen over the drugs threshold,
because as this happened, her eyes focused and her
face twisted into a horrific shriek. I imagined her
father, seeing his precious snowflake reduced to a
squealing set of holes for my men to cum into. "Serves
you right mother fucker!" I yell, looking into the
camera. "No one fucks with The Omegas!" My men cheered
as I continued raping the weeping eleven-year-old.
After several minutes of violent rape, most of my men
had pulled their cocks out and were stroking
themselves looking into the girl's agonized face.
Blood lubricated her torn cunt and dripped down my
balls. As my orgasm approached an even greater
ferocity grew inside me. I released her right wrist,
her hand immediately covered her face, and I punched
her firmly in the side. The wind was knocked out of
her. She tried gasping for several seconds, her
struggling only intensifying my pleasure. When I heard
a wheezing breath, I punched her repeatedly in the
stomach and chest. Her body clenched and I began to
come.
I filled the cunt's bleeding hole with jet after jet
of my hot seed. She coughed violently. Drops of blood
sprayed from her mouth in a cacophonous mixture of
coughs, screams, and gasps for air. I released her
other hand and proceeded to treat her tiny, taut
stomach like a worn out punching bag. Finally, after
my orgasm passed, I pulled out of her. "Focus on her
face." I told the camera man as I made my way around
the bed. My cock was still rock hard and covered in
blood and cum.
I took both of the girl's wrists into my right hand
and pulled her hands from her face. Her eyes were
clinched and blood smeared her mouth. I reached over
her and cupped my left hand over her destroyed hole.
Blood and cum filled my palm and I slapped the retched
concoction across her pained face. I took a handful of
her black hair and cleaned my cock in it.
I was about to zip up, and allow the rabid hounds that
were my men to further decimate the child, when a
spark of inspiration hit me. As a further act of
humiliation, depravation, and intimidation, I aimed my
filthy cock at the little girl's bloody, cum smeared
face and began to empty my bladder. She shook her head
to avoid the stream and my men laughed.
"Disgusting bitch!" One said with a chortle as my hot
piss washed the cum and blood onto the white sheet. I
straightened myself, zipped up my pants, and nodded at
my men as a silent go ahead to have their fun with the
prosecutor's daughter. With a freshly lit cigarette
resting between my lips, I watched as my men laughed,
gathering around the tiny child like a pack of hyenas
around a dying wildebeest.
My largest and strongest man was the first to plunge
into the girl. Her body shook for several minutes as
his massive member shredded her even further. Another
man got carried away and pushed a couple others away
just in time to splatter her face with copious amounts
of white cum. The large man grunted and with a few
quick and short thrusts, came inside her. He breathed
heavily any pulled his slimy cock from the eleven-
year-old's ruined cunt.
The next man flipped the girl onto her stomach,
slickened his cock in blood and cum, and forced
himself into Chloe's minuscule asshole. A deafening
scream filled the room and was met with a comparable
volume of hoots and hollers as her anus was torn
apart. Another overly eager man stepped to her head
and ejaculated onto her back. The cum flowed down and
disappeared into her hairline.
At this point the camera man had removed the camera
from the tripod and filmed the ravaging from several
different angles. He got a shot of her screaming face
as a man pulled her up by the hair. He got a shot of
blood and cum oozing and gurgling from her ass after
the third load of cum was deposited. After another man
flipped the child on her back, he got a shot of her
bulging abdomen as the mammoth dick stretched her
insides. The pièce de résistance was a shot of her
prolapsed rectum as the last man pulled his bloody
fist out of her ass.
The girl was now unconscious. Internal bleeding would
have killed her in a matter of a few hours, but such a
quiet death was not something I was going to allow. I
rose from the bed and pulled the knife back out.
"Let's gut this pig." I said, crushing a cigarette
butt under my boot. "Grab the salts." I tell no one in
particular. The stench of blood and cum got stronger
as I approached the girl. I stood before her and
stared down at her fragile body. Her cunt resembled a
ruptured boil, blood and white cum oozing from the
distended hole. Her head turned to her right and
streams of blood continued to stain the sheet under
her little head.
One of my men walked around to Chloe's head holding a
capsule of smelling salts in his hand. "Hold her legs
and arms. The bitch is gonna start fighting." Four men
positioned themselves around the girl, each grabbing a
wrist or ankle and stretching her limbs taut. I nodded
at the man with the capsule and he snapped it open
over her nose. A few seconds passed and Chloe's eye's
burst open. The child immediately began to scream and
tried to break free. My men held her strong.
I looked at the camera to ensure it had an
unobstructed view of the doomed child. Her brown,
teary eyes shot from face to face before settling on
the steel blade in my right hand. I knelt over her and
pinched her right nipple. "No! No! Please!" She
begged. I would say that her screeching could have
woke the dead, but the pile of roasting girl scouts
outside the door showed that not to be true. I pulled,
stretching the small nipple from her flat chest. The
room seemed to disappear around me as I placed the
blade against her pale, stretched skin. "Mommy! Daddy!
Help me!"
I sliced off her nipple.
My men cheered as I held the piece of flesh before the
camera. Chloe's terrified screams morphed into higher,
pain filled shrieks. I did the same with her other
nipple, slicing the piece of tissue from her chest
like I was trimming a Sunday roast. She had her eyes
clinched and continued her futile attempts at escape.
I wondered if, at this point, she knew she was going
to die, or if she was still holding onto hope of
seeing her mommy and daddy again. I didn't want to
tell her. It would be more fun to continue slicing,
not just her flesh, but at any hope that the cunt had
for survival.
I dropped her nipples on the bed, and contemplated my
next move. I watched her chest rise and fall at an
unbelievable pace, and hoped the microphone was
picking up her terrified wheezing. After wiping the
blade clean on the sheet, I placed the tip against her
throat. Her shoulders tensed up and she started
stuttering. "P-please!" She begged through clenched
teeth.
I eased the blade down her neck and chest, not
damaging her flesh. Just above her belly button, I
adjusted my grip to that of a pen. I started carving a
message into her abdomen. The "C" went quick, and was
met with frantic yelps. The "U" garnered a similar
response. The three strokes of the "N" summoned pleas
to stop and desperate calls for help. By the time I
crossed the "T" shock seemed to be setting in. The
child became quiet and stared, blinking rapidly, at
the ceiling. Blood beaded and dripped from the shallow
cuts, and I stepped aside to let the camera scan the
girl's body. The camera stopped on her face and I
imagined her father seeing his suffering daughter and
ruing the day he fucked with The Omegas.
The camera man stepped away and I went to work carving
"SLUT" down her right inner thigh. I allowed the blade
to go a bit deeper, drawing a steady stream of blood
down to the mattress. She barely reacted when I etched
"WHORE" down the pale flesh of her left thigh.
I spoke to the camera while staring at the child's
face. "I hope you understand Mr. Showalter. I hope you
understand you're to blame for all this. You were
warned time and time again, but you just didn't
listen." I spoke calmly, my words clear and confident.
"Let this be a warning to any dickless motherfucker
that thinks he can stop The Omegas." I turned toward
the camera. "Next time this will be your daughter,
your wife, your sister, your niece, any slut we can
get our hands on. Next time this will be them."
I turned back to the girl and leaned over her. She
didn't resist when I reached into her mouth and pulled
out her tongue. I dug the nails of my index finger and
thumb firmly into the flesh and stretched it far
passed her lips. With a few quick slices, I cut the
muscle from the eleven-year-old's mouth. She started
coughing as blood filled her gaping maw. "Flip her
over."
I said to my men, still holding her arms and legs. On
her stomach, I ran her severed tongue up the bloody
crack of her pussy and ass, before finally jamming it
into her shredded bowels. I motioned to the camera man
with my head and he moved around the bed and stood
above the girls head. The girl made a wet coughing
noise as I lifted her head, exposing her slender neck
to the camera. I reached my right hand around her neck
and place the blade against her smooth, bloody skin.
A jet of blood shot toward the camera, splattering the
lens. Her small body shook under me as she took her
last gurgling breaths. I held her head as the life
drained from her body. When her heart stopped, I
turned the knife in my hand and began to saw away with
the serrated edge. It made a horrific noise, the steal
scraping and chipping away at the bones of her neck. I
felt the warmth of her blood flowing over my hands and
the metallic smell was evident even over the
overwhelming smell of cooking flesh that permeated the
cabin. After a minute of sawing, her head was finally
free from her body.
I jammed my knife into Chloe's back and lifted her
severed head to the camera. Blood streamed down and
splashed on her back. Carrying her head by a fistful
of her bloody hair, I turned and walked toward the
cabin door. As it swung open, I could feel the intense
heat from the fire. I stopped about twenty feet away
and turned. My man with the camera followed along with
the others.
The last to leave the cabin was dragging the headless
corpse out by the ankle, leaving a wide streak of
blood behind him. Again, I lifted the head to the
camera. The mouth hung slack and her tongue stuck out.
The bleeding had slowed into a steady trickle. With my
eyes focused on the camera, I tossed the head over my
shoulder in the smoldering pile of dead, innocent
children.
The man dragging the small girl's body approached and
three others stepped up next to him. Each man took a
wrist or an ankle and brought the body closer to the
fire. I turned toward the fire and stepped away to
give the camera man a clear view. The four men started
swinging the girl.
"On three." One of them said.
They chanted in unison. "One. Two. Three." The men
heaved the small corpse like a bale of hay. The flames
grew as it landed on the pyre, disturbing a few
charred bodies before finally settling. My men and I
watched for several minutes as little Chloe Showalter
blackened amongst the remains of her Girl Scout troop.
It was a tragedy, and a completely avoidable one at
that. As the man with the camera walked past me and
circled the burning pile of little girls, I hoped the
police, DAs, judges, and nosy journalists would learn
a lesson and show The Omegas due respect. Another part
of me, the part that often disturbed even myself,
hoped that if anyone did try to fuck with us that they
had such a succulent little girl to use as revenge.
Within twelve hours, the video was edited to obscure
our faces. The video was uploaded, through several
proxies, to countless places on the internet.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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