Contains incest if you're not into that.

Mistaken Identity

Charles Barr rubbed his jaw and looked at the blindfolded girl kneeling, bound, in front of him.

He looked at the list of girls he was meant to snuff today. Unquestionably, the next name on the list was Elaine Davis Barr. He’d noted the similarity of her name to his niece’s when he had first read the list that morning.

He looked back at the blindfolded girl. Unquestionably, the luscious little redhead wriggling in terror in front of him was his niece, Elaine Danielle Barr.

“P-please, why won’t anyone listen to me?” she moaned. There were tears leaking out under the blindfold. “Th-they got the name wrong, I’m not her, I’m not supposed to be here, you have to believe me!”

Charles let his eyes wander over her body, the way her pretty thighs were trembling, at the gorgeous set of tits she’d inherited from his sister.

His cock was often hard while he worked, and of course it was only natural for an executioner to relieve himself in some of the girls to be converted, but just at that moment he was the hardest he’d been since he was a teenager.

He walked around her, drinking in the sight of her body as it shook with fear. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, the cuffs padded to avoid damaging her wrists, and her fingers were twisting against each other – a perfectly normal reaction.

“You have to listen, I’m not supposed to die today!” she moaned. “That’s not my name, it’s a different Elaine Barr!”

Charles coughed and pondered, weighing the possibility of his sister’s annoyance against the certainty of the pleasure he’d get out of pounding his tight young niece’s pussy.

“I’m not even supposed to be eligible!” Elaine said, her voice choked with sobs. “I’m only nineteen!”

For Charles, that settled the matter. There was a deliciously ripe period in a girl’s life between the ages of 18, when they became legal for consensual snuff, and 20, when they were entered into the municipal conversion lottery for random culling. Snuffing girls in that period of perfection was a rush like nothing else, and he had the perfect excuse.

Dierdre was just going to have to live with it. It’s not like this would be the first of her daughters he’d killed.

“We’ll get that sorted, don’t worry,” he said, roughening his voice so she didn’t recognize him. There was something wickedly exciting about the anonymity. “Show me your ID and I’ll get you squared away.”

“They took all my clothes, they took my purse!” Elaine said. “I don’t have a driver’s license, but my college ID…”

“No state ID, huh? Too bad, then, honey, I gotta assume the cullers were right,” Charles said. “Stop trying to wriggle out of it and I’ll try and make your last minutes happy ones.”

He grabbed his niece by the hips, and the sensation of her soft body giving in at his touch almost made him come in his pants. He hoisted her easily to her feet and took ahold of her breasts, pulling her hard against him, her ass grinding against his erection as he felt the supple sweetness of her perfectly ripe tits.

“These are gonna make some lucky fellow very happy,” he said in her ear.

Elaine broke down. She slumped in her uncle’s arms, wailing in panic.

It was intensely arousing. Most girls who came through the line were really expecting it. They’d been raised from youth to know this would be the fate of many or most of them, and they’d had time to acclimate to the idea.

Elaine, though, had thought she was safe. All of the psychological tricks girls played on themselves to avoid the terror of conversion, to pretend that all this was perfectly normal? Those had all flown out the window for Elaine, and what Charles was getting from his niece was pure, unadulterated horror.

It was intoxicating. He pressed his face in to the curve of her neck and breathed deep, inhaling her scent. He might have been imagining it, but he thought he could actually smell the fear radiating from her succulent body.

Years of watching that slut jiggle around in her bikinis at family get-togethers were about to pay off.

He could practically see her emotions flashing inside her head. It would be a contest like clashing thunderheads between her confused terror at being yanked out of supposed security into the death machine of the conversion facility, and an unmistakable sick arousal from the cultural brainwashing that told her it was good, and just, and commonplace for women to be horribly slaughtered.

Charles decided to tip the scales in favor of arousal, and Elaine moaned as he pushed his hand roughly between her thighs. His fingers found her clitoris, pressed in, and her moans took on a different tone as he rubbed her with gentle firmness.

She started to protest again, and he hooked her mouth with the index and middle finger of his left hand. Whatever words she was trying to put together came out in jumbled incoherence as she curved forward, bending around the pleasure stabbing up into her guts from his manhandling.

He felt his niece’s body against him, and thought of what he was about to do to her, and his belly clenched in sudden uncontrollable lust.

Elaine, half-drunk with pleasure, staggered forward as he shoved her down over a bench, cross-wise, leaving her plump ass sticking up in the air.

She was breathing raggedly, and she was practically gushing with need.

Charles unzipped his pants, took a firm grip on Elaine’s hips, and with a single hard thrust sank his cock straight to the hilt in his niece’s soaking wet pussy.

She keened at the intrusion, her hands tightening into little fists, her red hair flying as she shook her head, but then he was battering into her like an animal, driving her thighs with bruising force into the bench.

His dick plunged into her with lust-maddened force, and something about his unconcern for her comfort made her insides sizzle.

As far as Elaine knew, this was a random, totally anonymous executioner, a faceless force of death and sex who probably fucked a dozen girls every day – modern medicine allowing such feats of sexual endurance.

There was a small part of her consumed with a secret dread that he would come inside her, knock her up, and a small part of her that craved that ultimate intrusion into her femininity. Burning icily past both of those was the endless looping thought – I am going to die. He is going to finish and he is going to kill me and oh God I hope it doesn’t hurt too bad, please let it be the guillotine.

And washing over it all was the pleasure as her cunt clamped down on his rutting prick and she orgasmed like a bitch in heat, his balls slapping against her pussy as he ravaged her precious young body.

Charles was in heaven. The buttery hot tightness of Elaine’s sweet pussy was driving him to pound her with a vigor he hadn’t realized he still had in him at his age. He was by no means ready to be put out to pasture, but his niece’s dripping womanhood made him feel twenty years younger.

Fuck me, I wish I had a dozen more nieces, he thought, and that made him think of bending his sister over a bed like they used to when they were in college, before they both got married. For a moment Elaine’s sweating, straining body and corona of red hair transformed and he saw Dierdre, her mother, his sister beneath him.

He raised a hand and slapped her bouncing ass hard, gripped the flesh, and as he felt his fingers sink in to the perfect, juicy meat of her asscheek he groaned and sheathed himself to the hilt.

Elaine moaned, high-pitched and quavering, as her uncle’s sperm poured into her well-fucked pussy.

He stayed within her for seconds that felt so much longer, grinding his hipbones against her ass as he drained his balls into her fertile womb.

Her executioner’s lust temporarily abated, Elaine simply rode the afterwaves of the orgasms that had shaken her. Occasionally her brain managed to put together a scrap of a sentence – “Please don’t do it, I’m not her, I’m not on the list, don’t kill me” – but she said them with a barely audible tone of defeat that made it clear it was just a matter of form.

Elaine’s brain knew that she was supposed to be trying to live, but her body had long since given in, and her mouth simply wouldn’t muster the energy to scream.

“Alright, no rest for the weary,” Charles said, no longer bothering to try to hide his voice, and Elaine’s forehead wrinkled as she tried to place the now-familiar tones.

He grabbed her hair with both hands and dragged her to a kneeling position, then slapped his wet cock across her face.

“Suck. I need to be hard for this.”

He’s going to fuck me again, Elaine thought. Her mind raced, desperately trying to find some hope. It’s not time yet. He’s going to fuck me again, and I’m going to cum, and maybe he’ll just take my head while I’m cumming. God, please.

She opened her mouth, licked her lips, and pressed herself against him as she slurped his dripping cock into her mouth.

Elaine could taste cum and sweat and sex, and it was gross and degrading and weirdly hot, and in much less time than she’d expected he was fully erect again inside her mouth.

“Good stuff, Elaine,” he said, pulling out. Her lips released his cockhead with a pop, and she frowned again.

Charles reached down and tugged her blindfold off, and she blinked, confused.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, and then she recognized her Uncle Charles, her mom’s brother, and she knew in an instant that he knew that she wasn’t the girl on the list, and relief and betrayal crashed into her all at once.

“Y-you know I’m not her,” she said weakly. “But you fucked me anyways.”

“I’ve got an Elaine D. Barr to kill today, sadly,” he said, lifting a slender rod of steel, less than a foot long, attached to a handle. It looked like a honing steel.

“But I’m not that Elaine Barr,” Elaine said. Cold numbness was spreading through her. “You know I’m not.”

Charles held her hair tight in his left hand.

“You know, you’ve grown up into a beautiful piece of meat, Elaine,” he said. He tapped the side of her breast with the steel, watched them jiggle. “These titties are going to render wonderfully, and your fillet, my God, what a work of art!”

“Uncle Charlie,” she whined. “Please, you…”

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you in a bikini,” he said fondly, and rammed the tip of the metal rod through Elaine’s left eye.

The organ popped easily, and the rod rammed in, lodging against the fragile mosaic of bone at the back of her eye socket.

Elaine drew in a breath to scream, and her uncle slammed his palm against the handle of the steel rod. It cracked through the bone and drove two inches into Elaine’s tender brain, and her scream turned into a sad little wheeze of pain.

Charles gave the handle a quick rotation to clear out a safe channel, then pulled it out with a spout of blood, tossed the crimson tool aside, and pressed his cockhead into the gory hole that had been his niece’s eye.

She burbled some nonsense words, weakly wriggled in his grip, and then her voice rose in a high shriek as he thrust his dick into her brain.

It made a sloppy, horribly gooey sound as it penetrated her grey matter, but he didn’t hilt himself at the first push this time. Charles was too old a hand at skullfucking for that.

The pleasure of despoiling a woman’s brain came in many ways from taking it slowly. From raping pieces of her mind from her, just a bit at a time, of seeing her soul shut down as the unfathomably complex structures of her neural network were ruined by his dick.

Elaine was a marvelously expressive subject. He watched in fascination as her face contorted, her surviving eye alternately locking with his gaze, then wandering randomly here and there. Her body convulsed with each slow, cruel thrust, and he enjoyed the jiggling of her tits as tiny seizures rocked her youthful frame.

He pushed further in, and saw her fingers and toes curl up tight, then pulled out and watched them writhe uncontrollably.

“You’re so good at this,” he said, caressing her hair, then fucked back into her broken eye socket.

Choking, gabbling sounds came from her slack lips, then her tongue lolled out and she gave a drawn-out, drunken laugh.

“My brains…,” Elaine moaned. “C-can’t think… my eye… y’re raping my brains…”

“I’m impressed,” Charles said, raising his eyebrows. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck up that language center, eh?”

“Fucking… my brains…”

Elaine’s voice trailed off into an idiot giggle, and those were the last words she ever spoke. Charles shifted his angle and planted himself balls deep in his niece’s skull, obliterating the parts of her brain that controlled speech.

From then on, it was pure animal assault, his cock pummeling what was left of her grey matter, stirring her bright young mind into oatmeal as he took his pleasure from her.

Even Elaine’s weak protests and stupid babbling were gone, replaced with a low groan that never ended. Her legs gave out completely, and Charles followed her to the floor, continually finding new angles of attack, new pieces of her to ruin.

He felt himself getting close. Grabbing her face in his left hand, he thrust his thumb through her remaining right eye, using it to hold her head steady, and groaned as he came.

Hot white sperm jetted into the mutilated destruction that had once been the core of his niece’s being. His cum mixed with blood and mashed brains, leaking out of her destroyed eyes like tears, and he almost laughed.

Her movements slowed, a bubble of saliva forming on her slack lips and then popping.

Charles let go of her head, and with an achingly slow movement, it slid down off his cock and cracked against the ground.

Breathing heavily, he stood up and half-stumbled towards his cleanup station.

Punching in a few buttons on the console, a pretty brunette girl’s face came up.

“Yes, sir?” she said brightly.

“I think this was the wrong Elaine Barr,” he said, still panting. Wetting his hands in the sink, he dragged them through his hair, then threw his head back, shaking like an animal. “Check the middle names. This bitch is already snuffed, reserve her body for me. And find the person who fucked up.”

The brunette swallowed. “I was re-“

Her voice cracked and she sucked in a breath, steadied herself. “I was responsible for today’s cull, sir.”

“Get me the right Elaine Barr and inform your successor that you’re being terminated as of today.”

Charles caught the terror sparkling in the brunette’s eyes.

“Remember what will happen to your mother and sisters if you run,” he said softly, touching the monitor. “Do the right thing, Sara.”

“I will, sir,” she said miserably. “I’ll see you in less than an hour with the right Elaine, I swear.”

“I look forward to it,” Charles said. “Goodbye.”