Sam's trophies

ff, futa, cunts, gore, snuff, commission

A blonde, short-haired woman walked into a softly lit room, holding three pairs of panties in her hand. Wooden panels lined the walls, a thick carpet covered the floor. The room was designed to look like a classic study room and a library, and there were no windows. Massive hardwood table stood in one end of the room, near bookcase. Sam didn't use the table often. Usually inside her room she spent time on a large leather couch.

Sam had designed the room herself. It was also her safe room for the case of home invasion. Invasions were something she had to be prepared for.

This was Sam's trophy room. There were display cases arranged along the longest wall. Sam opened a half-empty vitrine, dropped the panties onto the green cloth that covered the inside of the display case. Panties were bloody and torn. Still fresh. Their owners had bitten the dust, screaming in pain, after Sam had destroyed their clits. Sam lovingly arranged her new trophies in the display case. She still had to make labels with victims' names. She had also cut off clit of one of the victims tonight. Sam put it in a glass jar. Undestryed clits were rare mementos in her collection of trophies.

Sam surveyed the display cases. It was a sexy panty display, a dead girl or futa behind each piece. There were white panties, black panties, grey panties, pink panties, simple mall panties and pretty laced panties, all collected by Sam during years.

Sam was horny thinking about all these murdered women. She walked along the display cases, dragging her finger along the glass surface, until she stopped at one particular display and opened the glass. There was a pair of purple string panties and a light blue hijab, neatly folded under it. Sam picked up the strings. Their owner, Felicia, had really surprised her. Sam retreated to her couch and thought back to events that lead to the strings being added to her collection.

...Sam was on one of her sniping missions. Her target was an unsuspecting futa girl. Usually she got to do such missions high up, between high rise buildings, but this time she was shooting from a really short distance, from first floor window into another first floor window, separated by a car parking lot. The futa girl was cute, rather thin and slender, and was carrying an unusualy large set of balls between her legs. Sam already had anticipated her victim's demise, when she showed up - a lady in light blue hijab. Her name was Felicia. Later Sam found out all the information about her she could get.

Felicia was an Indonesian assassin who worked all over the world. Her signature move was to crush futa balls. Sam immediately felt a kindred spirit, too bad Felicia was already dead by that moment.

That night Felicia appeared in Sam's sights, unaware about being observed by a sniper. She wore a grey pantsuit, hijab and high heel stilettos. The pants tightly wrapped around her athletic legs and ass, not leaving the sight of her large buttocks, which moved up and down as she walked, to imagination. Sam didn't know what kind of conversation was happening in the other building. The futa girl was surprised, she said something, Felicia responded. Finally, unexpected by the girl, Felicia delivered a high kick with her leg to the girl's temple, bringing her to the ground. Futa girl's skirt lifted, showing that she wasn't wearing underwear. Sam watched, holding her breath.

Felicia swayed her hips and then, unexpectedly to Sam, dropped her pants. Underneath she wore purple strings that left her butt completely bare, apart from a bottom string of her panties between her ass cheeks. She kicked futa's legs further apart. The assassin looked at the display of large testicles, then raised her leg. Girl woke up just in the moment to see her nuts destroyed. Felicia kicked her leg down and pierced futa's testicle with her high heel, then the other. To make sure, she stomped on the half-destroyed balls, until they were turned into mush, and futa girl died in agony. That was so sexy, that Sam could barely contain herself watching the scene from the distance. Even better, afterwards Felicia stood with her legs wide over the body and started masturbating through her strings.

Sam bit her lip, held breath, then aimed at the assassin's lower belly and shot twice.

"Bang! Bang!" her rifle barked.

Two bullets, one after another, pierced Felicia's belly and exploded her ovaries, and the assassin dropped on the floor, rolling from pain. Sam left her position and ran, rifle in hands, through the parking lot into the building across, she needed to confront the unknown assassin.

Futa girl was already dead, Felicia was still alive. She looked with teary eyes at Sam, unable to defend herself.

"Who are you..." Felicia weakly asked.

She could have guessed that the blond woman with a rifle was her murderer. Felicia was clutching her belly, while string panties barely covered her pussy. Sam smiled at her, then pushed her rifle's barrel between Felicia's legs. The end of the barrel, still hot from the gunshots, touched Felicia's pussy. Felicia threw her head back and gasped. Feeling the hot metal rub at the pussy, her's body started to convulse from pleasure. Felicia's body shuddered from waves of orgasm going through her body. Sam watched for a second and then pulled the trigger. Loud bang sent another bullet, and destroyed Felicia's clit, and she died mid-orgasm. Sam took off her panties, and pulled the hijab off Felicia's head, then she left, taking them with her as trophies. That was the end of Indonesian assassin...

Sitting on her couch, Sam brought the purple string to her face and inhaled. They still preserved the smell of that night and of their big-ass owner. Sam pushed the hand down and rubbed her pussy with her fingers. The memories of Felicia's killing were making her more and more aroused.

More memories came up. Sam quickly went to the display cases and opened another one. She picked up black lace panties. Sam returned to the couch and held the panties up to her face. Panties had a horizontal cut in their front. They belonged to Rose.

...Sam had found out about her couple years ago. Rose was an Asian assassin, tall and beautiful. She had her special way of killing - she used rapier to pierce clits. Rose used to be a fencing champion, but had chosen to be an assassin, instead of chasing the medal dream in fencing competitions. Sam instantly wanted to befriend her.

With great difficulty Sam had found out about Rose's next assignment. Rose's victim lived in a large mansion, and Sam had snuck in there beforehand. She saw Rose sneak in too, but decided not to make herself known yet. The victim, some lady from a distinguished family, had just returned from a social event. She sent her driver home and thought she was alone in her huge house. Of course, Rose was already here, patiently waiting, without suspecting that Sam was there as well. The lady walked into the dining room, intending to drink a glass of wine before heading to the shower and the bed. This is when Rose surprised her.

Lady's eyes widened when she suddenly saw a tall Asian woman in front of her, long hair flowing on her shoulders, and a rapier pointed at her heart. She didn't even scream. Rose moved the rapier lower and lower, until the sharp point reached victim's groin. Rose quickly stabbed forward, the rapier pierced the woman's pussy through her evening gown. Rose pulled the rapier up, and it cut victim's clit in half, then sawed her lower body in two. The cut almost reached woman's belly buton. She dropped to the ground dead. Later Sam checked the cut - the blade had went cleanly between woman's pussy lips and between her butt cheeks on the other side. That was clean and brutal.

Sam immediately became wet, while she was watching from behind the curtains the unfolding scene. She couldn't waste time masturbating. Sam made herself visible to Rose.

"That was such a good job!" she complimented the assassin. "We should be friends, Rose!"

Rose was startled at first. She listened to Sam without saying a word. Sam in all honesty tried to convince Rose that they could be friends. That would be so awesome! Maybe it was Sam's loneliness talking, but she made every effort to paint a picture of the future where they would be together. They could join forces and, of course, would make hottest love to each other while they were not killing.

Turned out, Rose wasn't convinced at all. Rose lashed out with her rapier, aiming at Sam's cunt. Only reflexes saved her. Sam jumped away, and a fight started, the hardest fight in Sam's life. Eventually she managed to catch Rose's arm and make her lose the rapier. Sam pushed Rose away, rolled to the side and grabbed Rose's rapier herself.

Rose didn't have time to react. Her own rapier was thrust in her pussy, the blade went horizontally, cutting her clit in half. By accident the front of Rose's black lace panties were cut cleanly in the middle, without cutting the hems. Sam was especially proud by that. She wouldn't be able to repeat such a feat on purpose. Rose died from the injury, foaming and convulsing. She was still twitching, when Sam pulled the panties off from her long, smooth legs to take them to her thophy room.

Sam lounged on the couch, smelled Roses panties, inhaled the scent of dried blood from her clit. Fingers of her other hand were near her pussy, as she rubbed herself and became more aroused. Sam closed her eyes, she was near orgasm...

Sam wanted something more. She got up again and went to a different display case. She opened the glass and picked up another pair of panties. These white panties belonged to Lidya. The memories of Lidya washed over Sam. She was someone Sam actually did befriend. For some time they were inseparable, including the killings.

...Lidya was a futa and she really relished in the destruction of clits and balls. She was older than Sam, she was a matronly woman with large ass and tits. Sam felt great with her, and was happy together with her. She didn't want their relationship to change, when it happened anyway.

One day they were on a mission. It was close to a Valentines day and Sam had gotten Lidya a heart-shaped card. She wanted to give it to her after the successful mission. Rembembering it now felt silly.

They silently entered the place where their target was supposed to be. The hacker girl had set up a server for illegal gambling. Lidya had convinced Sam that they should use knives for the mission.

"You have to try something new, Sam," she had said. "This will be a perfect opportunity for some knife action!"

Sam agreed, without suspecting anything. She decided to use her military grade titanium combat knife. It was a cruel weapon, but she was eager to try it out on the hacker girl. As they entered, they moved through the building. Sam and Lidya, both were dressed in black tactical skin tight outfits, reached a doorway, and crouched on both sides.

They could see the hacker from the back - a thin, young girl sitting at her computer, surrounded by four screens. They could only see her from the back - green hair and headphones. She wore a tank-top that hung on her bare shoulders, and yellow short pants, with pink sneakers on her feet. Clearly she didn't expect anybody to disturb her, while she hacked at her keyboard.

Sam retrieved her knife and showed it to Lidya, as if to remind what they had planned for the girl. At the same moment Lidya pulled out a pistol. She pointed the handgun at Sam.

"You can drop that now, dear Sam," she said.

Sam stared at he handgun. First thought was that it must have been a joke. They had an agreement - only knives this mission, but now Lidya was aiming a pistol at her. It took Sam a second to realise that she had been betrayed, and then she dropped the knife. At the same time the hacker girl stood up from the chair.

"Good job, Lidya!" she said. "We got the bitch!"

Sam couldn't believe her ears. Lidya laughed.

"There is quite a bounty promised for your head, Sam!" she said. "And now I have a new girlfriend to spend it with!"

They tied Sam up at the chair. They were still in the computer room, illuminated by bright lights from the computer screens. Lidya kissed her new hacker girlfriend in front of Sam, clearly teasing her. Fortunately, both traitors were too horny to tie her up properly.

While they were distracted, Sam was removing the ropes. Lidya walked out for a short moment and left hacker girl to guard Sam. In two seconds Sam had knocked the girl out, and layed her on the floor without a peep. Sam ambushed treacherous ex-girlfriend when she walked back into the room. One strong bump on the head made Lidya fall down unconscious.

Lidya came to senses in the same computer room. She was laying on her back, naked and tied up. Her legs were wide, tied to the legs of the computer table. Sam was holding her knife again.

"Listen, Sam, we can talk this through..." Lidya said.

Her voice was coarse.

"Enough talk! Let's play a game," Sam replied. "Game of balls!"

Sam pulled the hacker girl closer. She was tied up and gagged, scared and crying.

"Your new girlfriend will stand on your balls for... let's say one minute!"

"No, please!" Lidya begged.

"No begging!" Sam hissed.

She pushed the girl closer to Lidya.

"Now stand on her balls!" she said. "Or else..."

She lifted the knife and cut girl's shorts. The blade was incredibly sharp and one light move effortlessly cut girl's pants without even scratching her skin. The shorts fell down, revealing hacker girl's shaven pussy. Sam pointed the knife at girl's belly button.

"Or I will gut your pretty tummy!"

Hacker girl started trembling and whimpering. She had no choice but to comply. The girl stepped on Lidya's balls. As her nuts squished under the soles of the pink sneakers, and Lidya started screaming.

"Oh yea Lidya. Happy Valentines!" Sam shouted.

She dropped the unused heart shaped card on Lidyas chest.

"Auuggh!" Lidya yelled. "Please make it stop!"

"Stop? We are just starting! One, two..."

Very soon Lidya couldn't speak, and just howled. Foam formed at Lidya's mouth, she wriggled her body, but couldn't get away. Hacker girl was crying, seeing her lover suffer under her own feet. Sam was holding her firmly on top of Lidya's nuts. There was a cracking sound from below. Suddenly, at once, both Lidya's testicles exploded. The treacherous milf threshed in agony, her body jerked, convulsed and froze.

"There you go," Sam said. "It was very fun to watch, wasn't it?"

Hacker girl was whimpering and breathing heavily. She had just witnessed her lover die under her own feet. She hoped Sam would let her go. Sam meanwhile lowered the knife until it was pointing at girl's bald pussy.

"And a little bounty for yourself," Sam whispered into her ear.

Sam thrusted the knife up. The blade swished, impaling the hacker girl's groing up to the hilt. The girl screamed through the gag and shook from pain. Sam kept holding her in her arms, and didn't let go until girl stopped convulsing. Only then Sam dropped the girl on the ground...

That's how Sam added Lidya's panties to her collection. She lounged on the couch and rubbed three pairs of panties over her body. She fingered herself and relived an orgasm afer another. Her trophy room was built to give her pleasure, reminiscing about her dead victims and rivals, which she did until the dawn.