They grinded like two desperate psychopaths freed from the oversight of the orderlies for the first time in decades.  She gagged like a useless whore, a dripping fuck hole with no identity beyond the gun pressed hard to his scrotum, swelling and empurpling the balls it threatened to obliterate.

Joshua held Butter’s hair in tight wads, violating her face as she held his gaze through watering eyes, defiant as the barrel of the gun pressed up and in.  The siren shrieked its eleventh hour song into the atmosphere, and the houses that surrounded their sex gave no noise beyond the sobs and prayers that died under the siren’s wail.

Somehow in the groaning haze of lust, Butter moved from her knees to wrap her legs around Joshua’s muscled hips, taking him balls deep into her hot, twitching cunt, drawing him far into her.  He hefted her petite body against his chest, her ass cupped hard in his hands as she bucked and writhed on his frame, clutching the gun in a white-knuckled fist at the base of his neck.  Butter’s pussy clenched and held onto the swollen shaft of his fat dick, and her orgasm radiated from between her thighs into a mind-wracking spasm that shook her whole body.  Sweat smeared her tits, the black ink blurred onto their gasping chests as her back arches, flexing the cock inside her.  Joshua was unable to contain his own load and spit into Butter’s mouth, growling obscenities as he filled her with his seed.

And then the fire died down in the final moments.  They lay on the ground, naked and dirty; covered in sweat, cum, and grime.  For a while, neither of them spoke.  It seemed useless, pointless to fill their last moments trying to find words to fit them into.  But as the minutes ticked by and siren’s song screamed toward an inexorable end, something grew inside of Butter, a dark hunger and a deep love.  Without malice or guile, she turned her face up to Joshua’s.

“Do you want to see the end?  Do you want to see the bomb detonate?”  She was surprised to find that she was crying.

“No, I don’t,” said Joshua.  Tears leaked from his eyes as well.

Without offering reply or waiting for clarification, Butter pressed the barrel of the nine millimeter into the bottom of Joshua’s jaw and pulled the trigger.  His life ended in a loud clap and the tiniest moment of utter confusion  as his skull disintegrated.

To Butter’s understanding, one could get a rise out of a male corpse for up to about a week after death, and she was eager to discover the truth of the matter as she popped the dead boy’s cock into her mouth.  It was yet warm and slick with their mingled sex, and she felt a shivering thrill as it grew large and stiff within her.

Grinning, she climbed onto the corpse, straddling his hips and taking his dead hard-on into eager and insatiable pussy.  She bucked, bounced, and ground her cunt hard against the corpse as it hardened beneath her.  Splattered in blood, jizz, and sweat, the murdering bitch cried out, cumming over and over like a zealot speaking tongues.  As her pleasure arced and bloomed to the verge of madness, the arrival of the promised end became a burning reality.  Butter screamed, defiant to the last, fucking the dead boy hard as the flash burned her retinas away and microwaved her flawless skin, and when the shockwave came in the wake of a tsunami of wreckage to tear her already lifeless, carbonized body to dust, her back was arched and her head was uplifted, open-mouthed in the ecstasy of pure, unhinged freedom.

Mankind had reached the endgame.  Old and new had finally come to clash and burn the pages of history to cinders, and the world waited as burning spears of nuclear reckoning screamed their way across the heavens.  The human species waited with their necks open in a guillotine.  Within an hour those who were to be spared the horror of surviving would all be burned away.

Stepping from her yard into the street, Butter smiled.  She was dressed in her treasured thigh-high black-and-white striped stockings, her young, perky ass jiggled and a pair of slick black schoolgirl heels clicked on the pavement as she moved.  Her nipple rings winked in the red light of the last sunset she would ever see.  Her hair was cut to the chin, she had WHORE written in black marker across her tits, and her beetle-black nails played perfectly off the gunmetal grip of her nine millimeter.

The first man to approach her was hardly a man at all.  He couldn’t have been older than twenty-one, his stubbled jaw framed a beautiful triangle in the curtain of his long brown hair, from behind which dual eyebrow piercings gleamed like tiny knives over a hazel eye as he looked up at Butter from the place where he sat on the sidewalk.  He had been sitting very nearly zazen, a book in his lap where the mudra might have been, but when he stood to face the specter of sex that approched him the book dropped from his hand and proclaimed itself from its final resting place to be the complete works of Nathaniel Hawthorne.

Butter did not wait for him to speak.  “Do you want me to know your name?” she asked.

“Joshua,” he replied.  His voice was smooth over a grind that was just perceptible – and just loud enough for Butter to hear it over the banshee howl of the air raid siren.  The two sounds melted into one when he spoke.

“Do you want to know mine?”

Joshua nodded.

“Butter.  What do you want to do?”

Glancing only once at the gun she held, then at the smooth slit of her pussy, he replied as he met her eyes once more: “Fuck until we die.”  He said it plainly, a simple assertion of fact, in the same manner he might have stated the world was round.  Again Butter took the initiative, stepping forward and pressing herself into Joshua’s broad chest as she unzipped his jeans.  His cock was thickening already, and Butter felt a rush through her nervous system at the size of it.  It popped out of his fly and filled the palm of Butter’s hand.  She lowered herself to her knees and wrapped her free hand around the meat of Joshua’s thigh.  She squeezed his dick, and they both drew a deep breath as the head swelled.  Butter brought her face to it and just before she took it in her mouth she said:

“I wish I would have met you in another life.”

Then she swallowed his cock, gorging on it as it grew and filled her mouth and throat, so big her jaw began to hurt.  She worked it hungrily, slurping it as drool oozed down the shaft to drip onto her tits.  WHORE had begun to leak and run within minutes.  Joshua’s body stiffened along with his huge cock as Butter devoured it.  When it pulsed, fully hardened in her hot mouth, Butter reached behind her last boyfriend, grabbing his ass and gripping it in her nails as she brought the barrel of the gun to Joshua’s balls.

He froze for only a moment, then grabbed Butter’s hair in his fists and fucked her face.  Their eyes locked as Butter choked and cold metal pressed into Joshua’s scrotum.  They were both without fear.

The final hour hurtled toward the end.

Stay Tuned.

Butter

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I’ve been a very busy phone sex whore, so I’m going to keep this fantasy short and sweet.  How would you like to taste the cunt of a slut who eats human flesh?  I’d love to stalk and annihilate a sweet, tender victim with you, dress and prepare the juicy, dripping flesh, strip all of our clothes off, have you serve it to me on an immaculate silver platter, and then get you on all fours like the animal you are and lap and suck at my pussy as I enjoy the delectable long pork you have prepared for me.  I will moan and writhe, cumming on your face from the pleasure in my cunt and the sacred flesh I’m relishing.  That’s a good boy, lick it hard.  If you eat all my cum, you can be sure that you’ll get plenty of table scraps, juicy little morsels of human meat, fed to you by your cannibal mistress.  Intrigued?

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