I was excited by my first execution, but as my father said, it would be several years before I could apply to be an executioner. There were several course I had to take, and I was duly enrolled in them. During this time, we to lived in a small cottage that was just outside a military base. Prisoners were brought here through an underground tunnel and my father and I would "take care of them" and even look after the disposal of the bodies. This way the government could maintain "plausible deniability" that they were eliminating people they did not want around. Back then, we had not started agressively conquering the surrounding territories of Malistan, so executions were few and far between. (Nowadays we get 20-30 a day, mostly young females)

So in the meantime, since I could not mix with other kids my age due to the secrecy of my home, I spent a lot fo time in my room and invented things.

The maser was based on an idea that I had heard about, something like the laser. It was a several years before I actually got it working, and one day I was out in the forest seeing if I could actually kill small animals with it, when I came across a man and a women, leading a naked young girl with her hands tied behind her back, going deeper and deeper into the forest. I instantly recognised her as the heiress that had been kidnapped weeks before. The story was sad, since the police had completely bungled the case, nobody had been caught, and it was assumed the girl had been murdered since they had not made contact in a week.

Well, the man, startled, raised his shotgun to shoot me, but as he turned it from the "cradled-across-the-arms" position, I instinctively raised the maser and fired at him.

In a case of good luck rather than good management (I didn't think the maser would do anything to a full-sized man) the maser electrified the parts of the shotgun and fired the shell, right into the breasts of the woman standing beside him, his accomplice. She didn't stand a chance, with her breasts blown off she just fell and bled out in a minute or so.

The man stood there in shock for a while, and by the time be thought to pull out a pistol I was right on him with the maser aimed at his head, and, just as I had expected, it fried the circuits of his brain instanttly and he fell dead, his brain unable to tell his finger to pull the trigger.

By now, the military police were swarming all over, attracted by the gunshot. They quickly untied the naked girl, checked that the two kidnappers were dead, and asked me about the maser. Not sure if they were looking at something top-secret, they called in backup from intelligence.

By the time he got there, the girl was clinging to my arm with the obvious looks of a girl that wanted to reward her saviour with sex. The investigator said it was OK to take her back to the cottage.

Need I say what happened in the cottage? She was all over me thanking me and kissing me. I soon found myself on the bed with her, the second time ever that I had been inside a girl and this one was not due to be killed!

When I had finished unloading my hot cum into her very tight and accomodating cunt, we were just looking for something for her to wear, when the phone rang. My father answered, and from the sound of his voice it seemed like we had just received orders to do another execution. Just as I was falling in love for the first time, I had to leave Elsa and go and do my work.

My father came into the room and told me to wait there. That was fine by me since I had fucked Elsa so energetically that I was tired out. He led Elsa out. I thought this was very strange since she was still naked and if the intelligence officer was going to meet with her she would need to be dressed. I drifted off to sleep.

I had not got into a very deep sleep when I heard the shots. My dad always had me help with executions, so I knew something was wrong. They were not in the living room so I went downstairs to the cellar, where we had our office and also the room where we killed people. As I came around the door, I saw a pair of naked feminine legs lying spread out on the floor, and I was shocked to see they belonged to Elsa when I entered the room, shot through the chest with the three bullet holes evenly placed in the pattern that my father used for executions.

"I'm sorry, son," He said. "It just had to be, we couldn't let her tell anybody about our little enterprise here, could we?"

As the papers reported, she had been executed by the kidnmappers the week before, as confirmed by the coroners office. The kidnappers were never found.
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