Sarah was walking her way home from high school. Despite the school having a designated bus stop very close to her home, she lived just inside of the two-mile boundary; much to her chagrin. Despite sharks’ reputation of being feisty, temperamental, bullies she hadn’t acquired that status. She had set herself quite squarely in the ‘popular girl’ category. It didn’t hurt that she was fairly beautiful. Russet hair that she kept in a short loose tussle. Blue-ish silvery skin with aqua highlights, bright green eyes, good fashion sense, and a clean well-cared for body.
	Her journey home today was typical of any other day, so far. Walking along mostly on autopilot, with her headphones in her ears, and her mind elsewhere. However, as she trundled along through a neighborhood, under the shade of trees. She didn’t notice the satellite TV van shadowing just out of her vision. She didn’t notice when it parked. And she didn’t notice the footsteps behind her. But what she did notice was the sharp cracking pain on the back of her head, and the stars in her eyes just before she blacked out.
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	Groggily Sarah roused, her head pounding. Wherever she was it was cold. Feeling concrete against her stomach, she found herself lying down. The coarse grain of the floor sanding against her skin. Groaning softly, she slowly opened her eyes. Her vision completely out of focus for many long seconds.
	“Wha. . ? Where?” She asked as the room around her started to resolve.
	“Ah, finally coming to, are we?” An unfamiliar female voice sounded.
	Turning her head to meet the sound she found a woman sitting on a stool to her left. The stranger was a canine of some sort. It was difficult to tell the exact species apart sometimes. Fox perhaps? Her fur was a brilliant white, seemingly glowing despite the dim lighting in the basement. Three things struck Sarah all at once. One was her eyes, a bright shade of crimson. Two was the fact the woman was dressed down to just her birthday suit! And three followed just behind as Sarah realized that this person wasn’t just a woman. A sheath with a pair of plump fuzzy nuts rested just on the edge of the stool.
	“Who?! What the fuck!?” Sarah exclaimed as she attempted to stand. Finding out that her hands were tied behind her back, and her feet and tail were tied together with rough, thick rope. Not to mention that she herself had been stripped of her clothes.
	“Oh my, aren’t you so beautiful?” The albino woman said, finger to her chin, as she rose to her full height. Much taller than any woman Sarah had ever seen. Just over six feet. “Do you mind telling me your name dear?”
	As the woman walked closer Sarah could see through her thin fur just how muscular her captor was. The woman kneeled down next to Sarah. Despite her soft tone this person, whoever she was, emanated an aura of complete menace. Sarah reacting with complete fear as the woman stared her down.
	“L- Let me go!” Sarah fought against the ropes, until her captor placed a strong hand just underneath her gills. Ah, her gills, a pseudo-vestigial remnant located on either side of her body. A trait that most aquatics still had despite having long evolved to breath on land. Connected directly to her lungs, the gills were only marginally useful. And in this case? Perhaps more of a liability. 
	“Now now sweety, please answer my question.” Sarah’s captor gently rubbed her hand up and down her side, before slipping a finger into her gill. Sarah pulled in a sharp breath, feeling her throat go dry as the short claw on the digit scraped her delicate insides. Her captor using a single finger to force Sarah to roll onto her side. Sarah herself knowing full well what kind of damage a strike to her relatively unprotected gills could do.
	“M- My names S- Sarah. AH!” She exclaimed, her captor using her other hand to grope down between her legs. Softly rubbing against pliable flesh of her young pussy.
	“Sarah. . .” The woman hums, continuing to gently molest Sarah’s folds and slipping in another two fingers into her gill. Sarah can see tip of her captors cock slipping out of its sheath. A bright angry red. "Now Sarah, how old are you?"
	"W- What? N- No! stop! let me go!" Sarah protests. Wriggling as hard as she can to escape both her bonds and the fondling of her captor. In a flash the woman withdraws her hand from Sarah side, has balled it into a fist, and has struck Sarah squarely in the diaphragm. Sarah doubles over as her lungs spasm. Struggling to breath in. Her captor rolls her onto her back and sits on her stomach. Her hands squarely on her shoulders.
	"Now sweety, it would do you well to answer my questions. I wouldn’t want to ruin such a beautiful girl extracting answers out of you." Despite her soft tone Sarah can see through her tears the fury in her captors shatteringly red eyes. 
	"Fi- Fifteen." She croaks out. The weight of the much larger woman on top of her doing little to help her catch her breath.
	"Fifteen, hm. Now, was that so hard to do dear?" Her eyes soften ever so slightly from rage to lust as she lifts some of her weight off of Sarah. She slides her hands off Sarah’s shoulders trailing them down to Sarah’s comparatively smaller breasts, giving them both a slight squeeze. Sarah winces slightly at the unwanted touch. The woman continues to glide her hands down, bringing them alongside Sarah’s gills. She opens her mouth to speak but stops short. The woman brings her right hand up and spots a slash of red, shining bright against her white fur. Looking to Sarah’s side, a small rivulet of blood runs down to a small pool forming on the ground. The quick extraction of her hand just a moment ago left a small cut in Sarah’s delicate inner membrane. The woman smirks slightly, her cock rising up to half mast. Sarah, noticing the reaction, gulps at the thought of what this great white madwoman plans on doing with her. 
	Sarah’s captor returns her hand to Sarah’s side and slips both of her hands into Sarah’s gills. Eliciting a sharp inhale and conjuring up the feeling of being slowly smothered in her, despite being able to breathe. Sarah’s fish brain telling her that she’s being choked out. Only heightening her distress as the pedophilic fox fondles Sarah’s vulnerable secondary lungs.
	"Now tell me dear, do you have any siblings? Older or younger?" The woman asks. Gently scraping her stubby nails inside of Sarah.
	Sarah hesitates to reply, until the nails intruding her poke slightly deeper. Sarah yelps the quickly replies; "Y- Yes. A. . . A younger s-sister." 
	Smiling the woman carefully pulls out her right hand again, licking some of the blood and viscus protective fluid off. Her penis slides even further out of its sheath at the taste. Despite still being partially hidden, the deep red canine cock was the largest Sarah had ever seen outside of porn. Flashing fear through her mind at the thought of that thing coming anywhere close to her holes.
	"Now what did you say your name was again?" The woman said. Smiling at the feelings the trembling teenager underneath was giving her.
	"S- Sarah?" She meekly replied.
	The woman roughly shoves her hand right back into Sarah’s gill. She cries out in pain. Trying her hardest to stop herself from weeping.
	"Ah! S- S-Sarah A-Austman!"
	The woman leans down closer to Sarah’s face. "Good girl. Now, we can have some fun." She smiles, bringing her snout down to the nape of Sarah’s neck. She takes a deep breath in, then hums softly. 
	"You smell so clean dear, barely any hint of that fishy smell." She brings her nose to only but an inch from Sarah’s, and breathily states: "And that perfume? Oh, I love that perfume."
	The woman withdraws her face. Showing off her fully hard dick to the terrified teen. Sarah glances down to see just how well-endowed the woman was. A turgidly hard member greets her rising above a plump pair of fat nuts. The only thing missing was the characteristic knot, but the thought flies through her mind that it will be showing up sooner rather than later. Sarah gulp hard at the sight.
	"Now. . ." The woman starts before locking eyes with Sarah, staring her down with a death glare. "If you bite, there won’t even be enough of you left for a body bag." Her previous soft and sultry tone dropping for a harsh, commanding one. A sound that could turn a drunk man sober in an instant.
	Sarah could only bring up enough energy to nod. The shark teen turned from the image of a ferocious predator of the sea, to a whelping axolotl.
	"Open." 
	Sarah complied, opening her maw just enough and keeping her teeth squarely behind her lips. For her third blowjob, this is not how she thought it would go. Her captor and rapist slowly pulls both of her hands out of the poor girl’s vestigial lungs; only to then clasp her hands around Sarah’s head, using her ear fins as leverage. She slowly brings the tip of her member to Sarah’s lips. Humming to herself pleasedly at the image before her. A teenage beauty, crying softly, with the tip of her dick in the girls mouth. Sarah notices a cool spot on her stomach, right where the woman was just sitting. Girl juice wicking away the heat coming of her body. Oh god, I hope she doesn’t make me pleasure her cunt as well. Sarah winces at the thought. The woman thrusts in slowly, savoring every moment. Wondering just how good the girls pussy would feel if this is just the pleasure of her mouth. The small protests Sarah gives off only adding vibration to the mix of feelings. The slow intrusion was just a preamble, however, as the woman slowly picks up the pace. 
	Settling into a medium rhythm, the woman keeps Sarah’s head locked firmly in place. Another subtle display of her strength. And while Sarah’s fish brane was no longer screaming about being asphyxiated, the cock in her mouth was another thing entirely. The only thing about this situation she could be even think to glad for was the fact that her rapist had a manageable girth at least. Sarah breathes in shuddering gasps between gagging, as the woman’s tip continually crashed into her uvula.
	The woman, for her part, was in bliss. Letting out long soft moans as she dove into her lust. Very pleased with the performance of her catch. Much better than the last blowjob she received. Every gag of the teen underneath her sending out a pleasurable vibration and an involuntary constriction of her mouth. Spurring on the towering woman. With the lingering taste of blood and the arousing performance from before the woman decides that Sarah’s mouth is just perfect for today. She’ll save her pussy for later, and so increases her speed.
	Bringing her right hand back up to her face, the woman licks longingly. Savoring the odd yet arousing taste of the iron enriched blood mixed with the fishy oily gill mucus. Her knot slowly forming and popping free from her sheath. Sarah spots the growing knot, and whines, as the thing inflates to twice the diameter of the shaft in her mouth.
	"Oooaahh. Honey. . . I’m going to keep you around for a long time. . ." The woman moans out. "Mmmh, get ready."
	Before Sarah can even begin to prepare, however, the woman instantly picks up the pace. Slamming even more length into the teens already overburdened throat. Unable to take even a single breath in, Sarah’s tears flow continually as her resolve is tested. Before she can even worry about choking to death, however, the woman is already trying to shove her fat knot in. Sarah panics, the warning from earlier ringing in her mind as the not insignificant girth of the almost fist-sized ball at the base of the woman cock tries forces its way in. Pushing her jaw as wide open as it’ll go and pushing her lips forcefully down onto her teeth. Sarah’s eyes bulge open as the taste of her own blood fills her mouth as the pain mounts. Her jaw continuing to stretch open further than she would ever think it could go. 
	The knot slowly reaches its halfway point then suddenly surges forward. Popping straight in. Sarah’s neck forced to an odd angle as the woman’s baculum forces her throat straighter. Caught between sobbing, coughing, choking and gagging; Sarah’s body convulses strangely. Her stomach threatening to throw whatever her last meal was straight up. The woman lets out a loud long low moan as her sizable nuts pump away into Sarah’s throat. The both of them locked together for many long minutes. Sarah, unable to breathe, starts to thrash and wriggle. Her body screaming for air.
	Finally, after what seemed like hours for Sarah, her captors knot shrinks down enough for her to pull out. Sarah pulls in a ragged breath before coughing up the remaining spunk in her mouth. Stuck in a coughing fit so hard that she nearly throws up as her body tries to evacuate the bits of cum stuck in her lungs. Her captor watches, smiling pleasedly to herself.
	"Oh honey, what a beautiful performance. I think this is not your first time? hm?" She states, grinning from ear to ear. After Sarah’s coughing subsides into open sobbing, still punctuated with the occasional hiccough, the woman pipes up again; "I’ve heard you aquatics’ll recover faster if you’re in some water, correct? Well, just you wait there sweety, I’ll be right back."
	The woman turns away ascending up a stair case. Sarah hears a heavy lock thunk into place, and the muffled footsteps above her. As they slowly recede, she sobs, crying loudly as she wishes she were anywhere but here. Wondering why on earth she had to be taken, why her? She descends into another coughing fit as the footsteps eventually retune. Sarah doesn’t even hear the door unlock too distracted by her own sorry state. The woman walks right by her, busying herself with some other task. Soon the basement is filled with only three sounds: Sarah’s cries, the upbeat humming of a contented rapist, and the sound of a hose filling a tub.
	The woman finishes her task and walks over to the curled-up shuddering form of the raped shark. She tuts to herself softly "Oh, there there dear. Don’t worry momma Valerie will take care of you."
	The woman, Valerie, scoops up Sarah. Lifting her like she weighed less than a pound. She carries her over to a shallow kiddie pool filled with water. She places Sarah into the tepid water. Valerie then makes quick work of securing Sarah in place. Clasping a thick Kevlar collar around Sarah’s neck and leashing it to a pillar just behind her; then tying a length of rope from her feet to an anchor point set into the floor. Sarah is soothed by the water to a point, but the reality of her situation is unavoidable. Dripping salty tears into the fresh water. At least she put me in fresh water. Was the only kind thought Sarah had in her mind toward her situation.
	After a moments observation Valerie says some words to Sarah, but she isn’t listening at all. Eyes screwed shut to at least hold back the tears somewhat. Valerie eventually leaves, her heavy foot falls thumping up the stairs before locking the door. The moment she’s gone Sarah breaks out into open sobs. Crying heavily and not holding back. Crying for someone to save her, but no one comes. Eventually, after what felt like years, Sarah cries herself to sleep.

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	Wracked by bad dreams; Sarah awakens with a start. Thrashing against her restraints before realizing where she is. She had been moved. Finding herself suspended in the air. Her hands, feet, and tail hogtied to a single mounting point in the celling. Some extra lines coming down to supply support under her thighs, pelvis, stomach, under her bust, and around her shoulders. And one, rigged to a slightly offset point, coming down to just under her chin. The ropework digging into her skin and ensuring the she could only face one direction. The line to her neck just high enough to not fully hang her, but still providing enough pressure to make her breathing more strained. 
	Lifting her head up enough to lessen the force on her painfully sore, and hoarse throat. Sarah takes in a few deep breaths before screaming as loud as she can. Begging for help. Begging for someone to save her. Hoping that her voice could just make it outside. She stops after a few minutes of yelling, taking in a deep breath, when she notices something. The concrete walls of the basement should be reflecting her voice back somewhat. She listens for a moment before it clicks. The basement itself wasn’t actually that dim. The reason she could barely make out the celling and the walls was due to thick black sound insulating foam coating them. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realizes that even if you were to stand directly above her on the ground floor. You wouldn’t hear a thing.
	The minutes dragged on as Sarah quietly weeps to herself. The thump of heavy footsteps eventually sounds out above. The heavy clack of the lock on the unseen door punctuating the following silence. Sarah’s eyes widen at a familiar voice, loudly begging and whining, flowing down from the top of the staircase. Oh god. Sarah thought. Her captor appears from around the bend in the staircase. Holding a smaller child by the back of their shirt. Valerie lifting the kid up and chucking them down to the floor. The child nearly lands face first in front of Sarah. Another shark. Her younger sister.
	"Oh god, no!" Sarah stared in shock as her little sister cries loudly on the floor. Valerie slowly approaches the younger child, once again in the nude, with a lecherous smile on her face. Her cock already at half-mast.
	"Stop, please no! I’ll do anything you want! Don’t hurt my sister! Please!" Sarah pleads. Valerie continues to walk, pointedly ignoring Sarah’s cries. The older fox kneels down. Then gingerly runs her hand through the girls soft hair before rolling the crying girl over. 
	"Stop it! Don’t! NO! Don’t you dare fucking hurt her!" Sarah belts out, finding she still has some fight in her yet. Valerie shoots up, and takes one step closer to Sarah, before backhanding the impudent teen. Sarah saw stars again. Groaning at the intense pain from her now dislocated jaw. 
	"Hmmpf. I guess it’ll be soft foods for the month." Valerie states, eyeing Sarah like a science experiment. Stabilizing Sarah’s head with her left hand, Valerie brings her other hand to just under the dislocated side of her jaw. Valerie’s hand sharply slaps upward, snapping Sarah’s jaw back into place with a loud clack. Sarah yells out in pain once more.
	"Now, no more talk like that. Just enjoy the show." Valerie turns her attention back to Sarah’s sister. The young child having been silenced somewhat by Valerie’s treatment of her big sis. "What’s your name dear?" She asks kneeling back down.
	"C- C-Claire. I w- want mommy." Tears still flowed out of Claire’s brown eyes. It was clear that the ten-year-old was related to Sarah. While she had much lighter orange hair, longer than Sarah’s. Her markings and a facial structure pointed distinctly to a familial connection. Valerie’s hands reached out to cup the sides of Claire’s face. Claire tried to back away but was too slow.
	"Aww, don’t worry dear. Aunty Valerie is here." Val states, softly stroking the sides of Claire’s face. After a moment she continues; "You and I are going to have so much fun together. Oh, and you’ll never have to worry about mommy ever again!" Her voice sounded soft and sweet, but Valerie’s eyes betrayed her savagery. Claire trembles in her hands and begins to cry harder.
	Valerie leans Claire forward, sitting the child up. Twisting to the side a bit, she brings both of her hands down. She grips the front and back of Claire’s shirt collar and rips the garment of the girl. Claire yelps in shock. Valerie proceeds to rip her skirt off as well, leaving Claire in just a pair of yellow striped panties. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Valerie hefts the thoroughly panicked child up by her armpits. Bringing the confused and trembling girl’s crotch against her nose. Claire yelps out again at the strange and unwanted touch.
	Inhaling deep, Valerie lets out a satisfied sigh. "Oh honey, you smell so sweet." Claire attempts to wriggle out of the woman’s grasp, pushing with both feet against the woman’s large chest. Its hopeless however, the towering fox is much too strong for Claire to hope to fight against.
	"Stop. . . Don’t. . ." Sarah pipes up again from the side of the pair. With her sore throat and sore jaw, she can’t put much power behind her voice, however.
	Valerie ignores the tied-up teen and brings her snout to Claires crotch once more. Biting the thin fabric of Claires panties, she wrenches her head to the side. Ripping the garment off her and tossing it away in one clean motion. Claire lets out a squeak at the action. Valerie proceeds to set the terrified ten-year-old down in front of her, giving her a full view of the albinos body. The herm foxes cock now fully out of her sheath, glistening as a small river of pre slide down its length.
	"What’s. . . t- that? Wah- W-What are you g-going to do. . . do with m-me?" Claire asks between sniffles and sobs. Shaking like a leaf in Valerie’s strong grasp.
	Valerie takes a moment to reply. Soaking up the image of the now naked child before her. "Don’t worry about that. . ." She lets out breathily. The feeling of Claire’s smooth skin, and the sight of her pre-pubescent mound egging her on. Valerie once again lifts Claire up, bringing her smooth lips against her mouth. Valerie begins noisily licking at the soft flesh of Claire’s pussy. Savoring the sweet taste of her underdeveloped cunt, and sliding her tongue against her smooth folds up to her tiny clit. Claire yelps out loudly and tries to fight against the onslaught of her privates by the much larger woman underneath her. Pushing and thrashing around with all her might, to no avail.
	"Oh, you taste so good!" Valerie moans out after pulling back. Val proceeds to leans back and lines up Claire’s cunt to her cock. "Mmmh, I just can’t wait anymore!"
	The sight of what is about to happen brings some energy back to Sarah. Fighting against her bonds he shouts; "No! Claire! Don't!"
	Sliding her hands down to Claire’s hips Valerie then begins to shove the delectable loli down towards her cock. The ten-year-old trying her hardest to fight against being pulled closer towards the dangerous fox keeping her legs out straight. Until, finally, Claire’s knees buckle, bringing her rushing down. Impaling her on the angry red cock. Both Claire and Sarah scream as two inches of Valerie’s cock force their way in to Claires much too small pussy. 
	Valerie lets out a low moan, the pressure against her cock is exquisite. A small trail of blood from Claires blasted apart hymen rolls down Val’s penis, and only but a second later Valerie continues to pull Claire further down. Her moans growing in volume as the pressure and friction increase. As she forces her way down the tiny passage. Claires screams continually growing louder as well until she comes to a stop, only a couple more inches down. Unbearable pain flares out from her crotch. As stars shine in her eyes. Claire’s young mind failing to process the pain.
	Valerie sighs; "Oh. . . Honey. I wish I could keep you forever!"
	Sarah’s blood runs cold at the statement. Spurring her to doubling her struggles as she continue to plead. Her demands and pleas fall on deaf ears. Valorie suddenly shoves the ten-year-old down. Punching her dick hard against Claire’s cervix. Claire screams as loud as she can as the different but more painful feeling deep inside wracks her. With a growl Valerie doubles her force and, with a sudden jerk, forces another two inches in. All three picking up on the unnatural ripping sound.
	Claires body locked up, head to the celling, silent. Her brain screaming louder than her body ever could. The forceful insertion had torn through her cervix. Ripping it free from its mounting. Valerie holds the child still, panting heavily. Attempting to get her arousal under control. Wow! I need to be more careful, or I’m going to blow sooner than I want! Jesus she’s tight. Val thought. Opening her eyes slowly Valerie sees the blood starting to increase its flow out of the girl.
	Grinning Valorie pulls her hands up, grazing her nails against Claires gills. Causing Claire to suck in a shaky breath. After a moment Claire drops her head down and spies the blood starting to form a pool around her rapist cock. She starts to wails uncontrollably, tears falling free onto Valerie’s stomach. Valerie hums very pleased with the outcome and response. Claire’s sobs causing her body to shake, unintentionally making her slide down further as Val loosens her grip somewhat. Claire’s breath hitches and grows raggedy the moment Valerie shoves her fingers into her gills.
	Coming to a stop as she bottoms out on Valerie’s dick. Claire’s brain reels, unable to cope with the suffocating felling of Valerie’s intruding fingers, the hot excruciating stabbing pain deep in her gut, and the sight of her own blood. On the verge of passing out her eyes shoot open when Valerie uses her leverage from within her gills to pull her up. New shooting pains fire from her gills and her crotch. The delicate tissues in her gills stretching and compressing around the intruding digits. While her battered and torn vagina screams out once again as Val’s member rubs slowly over the open wounds. 
	Claire rises slowly off. The bruising in her gills causing her breathing to become erratic as her tortured mind battles her instincts. The pain in her privates winding down a bit as the much too thick member in it slowly slides down. Whatever relief she feels from her pussy is short lived, however. Once half way off Valerie stops. Suspending Claire there for but a second. Claire hears her sister shout, and all at once whatever pain she felt before pales in comparison to what she feels now. Her mind taking a long moment to realize what just happened.
	Valorie had pulled her down as hard as possible. Tearing some of her gills in half. Spearing her as forcefully as she could. Claire now sat with her pussy’s lips touching the foxes knot. Valerie had successfully forced her full length into the kid. Separating her womb from her vaginal passage as savagely as possible. The organ ripping apart right where her cervix was and tearing through the interstitial tissues holding it in place. The tip of Valerie’s cock now resting against the bottom of Claire’s spasming diaphragm.
	Valerie dug her nails further into Claires gills. Gripping for purchase as she pulled her up, before slapping her back down again. Over and over. Claire couldn’t even scream any more as Valerie’s hands tore through the air exchanging tissue between her lungs and her gills. The bouncing and thrusting of this deadly rape causing the tip of the dick splitting her apart to thud against her diaphragm. Claire could only gasp in choking breaths.
	Sarah wept. Knowing now that even if someone were to save them, right now, there wouldn’t be enough time. Let alone the injuries to her sisters reproductive organs, the shearing apart of her gills spelling almost certain death within minutes. Bright crimson blood flows out of Claire’s gills. Staining the white fur of Valerie’s arms up to her elbows. A steady pool grows beneath them as Valerie viciously pounds into Claire. Val herself groaning and moaning loudly, lost in her own bliss. 
	The moments drag on for Claire. Barely able to breath. Her pain unending. Val’s cock eventually nails a good blow against Claires innards. Punching in hard enough that Claires body lurches forward. The muscles of her lungs and stomach surging upwards. Claire vomits, splattering a good chunk of bile against Valerie’s tits. The fox barely notices. If anything, the action seems to only make her thrust harder. Driving Valerie closer to her climax.
	Grunting hard Val trust her hips upward. Trying to lodge her knot into the dying girl. Claire’s still too tight passage denying her entry. With a growl Valerie pushes her hands deeper into Claire’s chest cavity. Tearing straight in and back, grasping around the small girls back ribs. Sarah nearly losses her lunch at the sight of fingers rolling under her sisters skin, pulling the muscle from the bone. Val yells, pulling down with all her strength. Claire can only let out a strained wheeze, blood starting to drool out of her mouth. Her pussy stretches hard, the already torn passage taking but a moment to rip in twain loudly. Valerie’s fat knot pops in, and Claires ass slap hard against her thighs. With a horrifyingly wet snap, four of Claire’s ribs are ripped off from the inside. The now loose bones immediately angling down, tearing into Claire’s lungs. 
	Valorie lets out a sound halfway between a growl and a moan. The tip of her dick having managed to force a hole in Claire’s diaphragm. Val’s nuts churning and pumping as hard as they ever have. Blowing the largest load that the three of them have ever seen straight into Claire’s chest cavity. The blood flowing out of Claire’s gills grows more discolored with white streaks every passing second. Some of the cum even finding its way out of her mouth as she weakly coughs up blood. Val holds her there for a few long moments before letting out a sharp exhale. Her sensitive knot overstimulated with the prolonged orgasm. Val lifts Claire off her knot, shooting a few last spurts into her abdomen. Then pulls her arms out of the dying child. Finally, she opens her eyes to behold her handywork.
	Claire wobbles slowly. Cum mixed with blood flowing quickly out of her pussy, her sides, and her mouth. She occasionally shakes as her partially destroyed diaphragm flexes in place, attempting to evacuate her quickly filling lungs. Sarah watches on in horror, crying silently, as her sister turns to face her. Claire lets out a horrible watery noise, locking eyes with her sister.
	"Sarah?" She manages to just get out through awful gurgling breaths. Slowly pitching over, she lets out more choked gurgles, as she slumps over. Valorie pulls her still rock-hard dick out of her. Watching the dying child with enthusiasm. 
	"Claire. . . No. . ." Sarah’s body shakes as she quietly cries. Unable to look away as Claire continues to gurgle and sputter for several long seconds. Her brain blank as her final moments tick by. Claire’s eyes eventually lose their sparkle after nearly a full minute of agony. The unspeakable fear of the unknown finally taking her. Sarah lowers her head, more openly sobbing now that her sister is dead. She stays like that for a few minutes until she notices a smell. Looking up, Valorie has moved closer to her. The smell of sweat, blood, cum, and vomit, mixing into a horrid stench. Valorie stands before her, looking less like a person, and more like a demon. blood almost up to her shoulder, coating her stomach and crotch, running down her legs, and dripping of her hands. Claires last meal still coating her breasts. and her eyes seeming to almost glow a fiery red filled with lust. Sarah shuddered as Val grinned at her.
	"Oh, honey. We just have to make another one like that together!"

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	"Today on Box 4 local news. Two children have gone missing. Sarah Austman, age 15, and Claire Austman, age 10. Pictured here. The two sisters went missing last week after failing to return home from school. The parents, devastated, have filed a missing person report. The school has reported that the pair had a full attendance day. The two were last reported seen somewhere in the Hyde Park area. Police are looking for any information on their whereabouts. If you or anyone you know has any information, contact the number onscreen now. In other news. . ."