1. The Last Killer Chapters 1-4


    Date: 9/8/2018, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Incest, Straight Sex, Snuff, Voyeur, Author: Dark Heart of Id, Source: sexstories.com

    This story is entirely fictional and has been written purely for fantasy with all characters being 18+. The Last Killer Chapter 1 - The First Blood I am, to the best of my knowledge, the one and only of my kind in the world. I do not mean I am an alien or some strange being of science fiction or supernatural origins. I believe I am human but I believe something in the past has made this world either completely oblivious to my machinations or completely complicit in them. After my change came about and the horror and fear of that first time passed I began to search for reasons why what I then imagined to be justice never came for me. Being young, television was my major source of culture and so it was to that screen I first threw my attentions. I knew that in the past there was crime. I had seen the action films with NV35 rating (No viewing for those under the age of 35) which were the delight of many older people. I knew my mother had some hidden in the cabinet under the television where I and my sisters were not supposed to go treasure hunting and I snuck in a viewing, or, did she just not have the will to stop me? But I digress... when one watches the old films the first thing that comes to obvious notice, for me at any rate, is the absurd number of males depicted in the population. The population seems to be about a 50/50 ratio or more of males to females. It's absurd. I know the films are old but really. I think I saw more males in one shot of a street scene than I ...
    know are alive in this whole town. And then there is the typical character of the heroes in those films: bold and assertive in a way that just isn't seen anywhere anymore. I saw a hero type knock over a can of trash as he chased some robber down a dirty alleyway and not pick up the trash can. Good luck finding someone around here who wouldn't do that. I can only imagine what it would be like to live in those times. To one of them my world would be as strange as some episode from their deep history. A modern person of their era thrust back in time or into a place with customs and concepts as foreign to them as a language spoken on a distant planet. Of course, nothing brought about my certain knowledge of my difference to all the other people in the world as much as that first time. I am not a young man anymore, nor am I old, but she was my first in a time when adolescence was claiming my reason in a way that none of the other three boys in the school seemed to experience. Classes, sports, music, and the certain knowledge that there was something about girls that made me so imminently hungry in a way I could not understand. I knew about reproduction of course. Any male over the age of 18 was required to make a monthly visit to a clinic for a gene donation. But I didn't want to put my penis into the extraction machine and get that nasty little shock that made me convulse and release genes. I wanted to put it into one of the girls. I wasn't sure how or where but I know I wanted to ...
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