Just three classes (M/F, shooting, non-con)

Karen sighed as she walked through the gate of her house. She adjusted her backpack on her shoulder, hoping to gain even a few moments, she certainly wasn’t in a hurry to have that chat with her father.

The young woman’s face was dotted with freckles, her hair was black and short with a single purple strand that fell on the right side of her face. She was in her last year at the most prestigious school in town and it was now certain that she would do so the following year too. She walked down the path, wearing her school uniform, a white blouse with a black tie and a pair of blue corduroy pants, pondering how to break the news to her father.

She entered silently, no one was in sight. She walked down the corridor of the rich house, heading towards her room, hoping she had been lucky and had avoided that chat at least for the moment.

“Hi honey!”

The voice froze her for a moment, her father. Now she could no longer pretend not to have heard.

“Hi dad!”

She turned around, smiled at him, trying not to show disappointment when she saw that he wasn’t alone and that Dennis, her older brother, was with him. They were both well dressed, they were definitely coming back from some meeting of the family business. If only Karen had come back a few minutes earlier she wouldn’t have met them.

“Are you okay? Do you look tense?”

Karen shrugged. “I’m okay, just a little tired.”

Dennis suddenly remembered something and spoke up.

“Hey, you were supposed to get your final grades today!”

Karen’s father smiled. “I’m sure it’s okay. She’s a smart girl.”

Karen felt her heart pounding. She wanted to punch Dennis hard, but she was struggling to open her mouth. Her tongue was dry and she saw that her brother had caught on just before she started to speak.

“Actually,” she swallowed and shook her head. “I… failed. I’ll have to repeat the year.”

Her father narrowed his eyes and sighed, a slight sadness darkening his face. Dennis’s mouth curved into a small smile.

“But I only failed three subjects, I’ll study all summer, I promise. It’s just been… a tough year.”

Her father stared at her, she tried to read that enigmatic look.

Karen stammered, “Dennis failed too. Twice!”

Her father looked at his well-dressed son to his right.

“With him… it’s different.”

Karen frowned and forced a smile. As always, first-born fucking son. It didn’t matter that he was a moron, stupid as a rock, with him it was always different.

“I mean,” she said, “It’s not the end of the world, is it?”

“Of course not,” her father said, smiling. He stroked her purple lock of hair with a wave of his hand.

“How many classes did you fail, honey?”

Karen’s tone of voice tried to downplay it.

“Just three classes.”

“Right,” he sighed, resigned, “Dennis, shoot your sister’s tits. Just three times.”

Karen’s eyes widened, unsure of what she had just heard. She saw her brother pull something out of the back of his jacket, without hesitation, saw the gun in his hand, she stepped back slightly, frozen like a deer in the middle of the road.

“Wait…”

A loud bang, a sudden pain shook her chest, on the left. Karen staggered, struggling to stay on her feet. That first blow was immediately followed by a second to her right breast and then a third, also on the right, which caused her to lose what little balance she had managed to maintain.

The woman found herself on the floor, her head spinning and her ears ringing. Instinctively she tried to take a deep breath, but something was wrong, instead of air she was surprised by a pang in her chest, a heaviness, a thick lump rising up in her throat. Only then did her shocked mind begin to understand, to accept what had just happened. He had shot her! Dennis had shot her and it was her father who had ordered it! She could feel the warm blood soaking her blouse, she was overcome with horror when the lump she felt in her throat emerged viscous from her lips, a red and sticky mouthful. She gurgled, in a desperate fight to breathe

The ringing in her ears was fading, she could hear the distant voices of her father and brother.

“What a useless little slut”

It couldn’t have been her father’s voice, it wasn’t possible!

“It wasn’t worth wasting another year on someone like her.”

Karen tried to get up, but every movement of her torso brought back a horrible stab of pain and a new gush of blood. Her shoes couldn’t get a grip and dragged on the smooth floor.

“Your sister has always been a disappointment.”

Karen didn’t notice her father kneeling beside her, she jumped as he felt his hand slide into her blouse and weigh her left breast. She groaned in pain as he lingered on the wound.

“She doesn’t even have her mother’s tits,” he said, mockingly.

He toyed with a nipple for a moment, then moved out of her blouse. He looked at his hand for a moment, stained with his daughter’s blood, and wiped it on her cheek, in a twisted and morbid caress.

“Look, dad.”

Dennis nudged her with the flat of his foot, as if to indicate the direction to his father.

“She’s pissing herself,” his brother’s tone was amused as he watched the dark stain spread in her pants. Karen pressed her thighs together, trying to hide it, but her legs were shaking and spasming. The laughter of the two men rang in her ears.

“I’ve always spoiled her too much.”

Karen was in agony, sweat and blood glistening on her skin, each breath a labored gurgle. She tried to speak, to ask for help, for mercy, but the effort was enormous and the words drowned in the blood rising from her throat. Exhausted, she did not resist when she felt hands undoing her pants and pulling them down to her ankles.

The room was dark and blurry to Karen. The words came to her distant and distorted, as if she were trapped in a bubble. She felt the weight of a body lying on her, her dying mind recognized her father’s perfume. She felt him enter her, followed by a slow swaying back and forth. She was just a spectator, trying in vain to stay awake. Her chest no longer hurt, she wasn’t cold, she felt nothing but a heavy numbness. Her body was no longer hers, and slowly, under the slow sway of that last fuck, Karen slipped away into oblivion.

Several minutes later, her father came, emptying himself into her dead body, his moans calm and measured. Dennis watched, a little embarrassed, as his father composed himself. Karen’s body was on the floor, in a pool of blood, her face lined with shock and fear but now staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Call Theo, she’ll help you get rid of her,”

His dad said to Dennis, then nodded toward Karen.

“And take a ride with her if you want. She won’t complain.”