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A night with Nicole
I met Nicole one afternoon on one of those telephone-dating services. You know, one of those deals where the service lets you exchange messages back and forth. Well to get you hooked they give us guys an hour for free, so being bored that day I decided to try it out. Nicole was the third woman I talked to and I knew almost immediately that she was going to work. She was 25, single and had just moved into a new apartment. Alone. We exchanged messages back and forth for about 30 minutes and then she offered to let me call her directly at home. I took her up on it. I used call block to make sure that her caller ID didn't pick up my number and I gave her a ring. We talked for about an hour and then I asked her if she was busy that evening and she said that she wasn't. We agreed to go out to dinner. She lived about an hour away but for what I had planned that was perfect. Working local is too dangerous. After getting directions I told her that I would be there in about two hours and we said our good-byes. I went to prepare for my first kill.
First I took two Viagra pills so I wouldn’t be “let down” after an orgasm or two and then I took a long shower and got dressed. She sounded like the cowgirl type so I put on my Wranglers, Ropers and a nice long sleeved shirt. I was looking good. Next, I took two long scarves that I had recently bought and hid them in my left sock. I also took two pair of medical gloves and hid them in the other sock. They were undetectable. Finally I checked my wallet and made sure I had my condoms. All three of them were there. The drive to her house was uneventful and I made it in just over an hour. She gave good directions. I spent the entire trip fantasizing about what I was going to do to her. I had had these fantasies for many years but lately the pressure had become too much and Nicole was the girl who was going to relieve it for me.
I arrived at her apartment around 5:30 P.M. just as it was getting dark. This was good because I didn't want any nosy neighbors to be able to identify me but just to be safe I parked a ways down from her door. I walked up and knocked on her door. She quickly answered and invited me in. She was even more beautiful than she had described herself as. She was 5'6'', 110 lbs, with short blond hair that left her vulnerable neck totally exposed. I like that. She was wearing a very short black dress and a low cut blouse that more than showed off her 36c tits. Her smile was awesome and as she gave me the grand tour of her apartment all I could think about was how easy this girl was going to be.
She finished showing me around and then said that since I was early she needed to finish getting ready. That’s OK, so did I. When she was safely locked in her bathroom I removed one pair of the gloves and put them on and then took one of the scarves out and put it in my back pocket for quick access. As she finished up I quickly made sure that I hadn’t made any mistakes. To the best of my knowledge I hadn’t been seen and I was careful not to touch anything so I didn’t leave any prints. So far so good. I was ready.
She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and went into her large walk-in closet. She left the door open and I could see that she was looking for something on the top shelf. She had her back to me so I knew that this would be the perfect time. She had her back to me as I quietly walked up behind her with the scarf stretched taut between my hands. I took and lifted it over her head and around her thin pretty neck. I pulled back hard!!
She immediately put up a hell of a fight but I knew that she had no chance. She was just too small. She was throwing her fists and elbows at first and trying to stomp on my feet but I was expecting this and I simply dodged her blows and pulled the scarf tighter as she tried to fight. Her face quickly became beet-red and in less than 30 seconds I could feel her weakening some. Instead of trying to hit me she was now just trying to get air by pulling at the scarf but it was simply too tight. She couldn’t get a finger underneath it. At about the one-minute point I pulled down on the scarf and forced her to the floor where she continued kicking and pulling at the scarf. Her face was a deep purple now and her tongue was sticking out of her mouth. I was rock hard! Finally she started to lose control. Her muscles began to twitch at first and then she started convulsing. When that happened I knew it was over. She tried to fight a little more but her brain was no longer controlling her muscles. 30 seconds later her hands fell limply to the ground and her legs twitched a couple of times and then went limp also. I waited a few more seconds and then loosened the scarf. Checking her pulse I found that she wasn’t dead, only unconscious. Good. Moving fast, I removed her blouse and bra and just stared at those beautiful perky tits of hers. They were awesome! I wanted to play with them right then but I didn’t have time. Flipping her onto her belly I pulled her hands behind her and tied them tightly with the scarf. Once restrained, I picked her up under her arms and drug her backwards into her bedroom and let her collapse onto the floor. I started to undress and as I did she began to stir. I finished stripping and by now she was semi-conscious, moaning softly on the floor. I pulled her to her knees as I sat on the side of the bed and pushed my rock hard 8-inch cock to her lips. I told her that if she fought back I would kill her. She resisted at first but when my hands found their way around her neck she got smart. She took only a little at first but I fixed that by pushing down on her head and forcing it all the way down her throat. You should have heard her gag that first time. I almost came. I continued to push her head up and down on my cock until she got the idea. Finally she was doing it right and was even using her tongue a little. This girl had some experience. Finally I told her that the faster that she made me cum, the faster I would be gone so she really went to work then and within 5 minutes I exploded into her mouth and down her throat. She tried to pull back but I held her down until she had swallowed every last drop. As my cock went limp and my juices drained into her mouth I pulled out and lifting her to her feet, I pushed her backwards onto her bed. When I started removing her mini-skirt she started crying and said, “I thought you were going to leave after I got you off?” I just laughed as I ripped her red panties off of her and climbed onto the bed. Suddenly I realized that I had almost made a huge mistake. I got off of the bed and got a condom out of my wallet. I couldn’t chance leaving any DNA in her pussy. I had just finished putting it on when the stupid bitch tried to scream and made a break for it; but I was too quick. I grabbed her, pushed her hard back onto the bed and shoved her panties down her throat. I told her that one more stupid stunt like that would cost her her life. She must have believed me because she didn’t try it again. Problem solved. I took the panties out of her mouth and threw them on the floor. She didn’t even whimper. Next I shoved her legs apart and just stared at that pretty pink bald pussy staring back at me. And guess what? It was wet! I don’t know if it was from fear or because she was excited and I didn’t care. I lay down on top of her, guided my cock to her hole and rammed it in her as hard as I could. She stifled a scream and softly cried as I fucked her over and over as hard as I could. As I did this my hands found those big juicy tits and I began squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples. She would squirm in pain underneath me but she refused to scream. Good girl. As I did this to her I made her kiss me. She tried at first to just give me a peck on the lips but I told her to kiss me like she meant it. The next thing she knew my tongue was probing her tonsils. Next, I made her push her tongue into my mouth. I could tell that she hated that but she did it anyways. I had been fucking her for about 30 minutes when I got a new idea. I climbed off of her, grabbed her panties and shoved them back into her mouth. Next I pushed her over onto her face and spread her ass cheeks. Taking one finger I started probing her tight little ass. As I slipped it in she tried to squirm away but a few hard slaps on the ass convinced her that it was useless. I continued to finger-fuck her ass again and as I did I asked her if she had ever been butt-fucked before. She nodded yes but it was so tight that I doubted it. Who cared? I rubbed some of her pussy juices on the head of my cock and pushed it to the hole. As I pushed forward I climbed back on top of her and felt it finally break through. She screamed through her gag at first but nobody could hear it. I pushed it all the way to the hilt two or three times and then just started fucking her like it was her mouth or pussy. She was crying hard but she wasn’t fighting. It didn’t take long and in less than 5 minutes I came. Hard!!! I pushed into her as far as I could go and then let myself go limp and slide out of her. I got up and leaving her where she lay I went to her kitchen and found just what I was looking for. A garbage can sack. I opened it up and pulled it over my dick. Next, I carefully removed the condom and let it fall inside. Then I went back to the bedroom. She was still lying on her belly so I told her to turn over onto her back. She didn’t move at first but after a minute she reluctantly started to turn over. The Viagra was kicking in by this time and I was as hard as a rock again. She saw this but only turned her head. I was getting kind of tired of her and I was ready to finish so I put my second condom on, climbed back on top of her, pushed her legs apart again and shoved my cock back up into her. It went in a lot easier this time. I fucked her and pinched her tits for about 15 minutes when I finally decided that the time had arrived. I slipped my hands from her tits to her shoulders and as I slowly moved them towards her neck I whispered in her ear that I couldn’t let her go. She realized instantly what I meant and tried to push me off of her but with her hands tied it was useless. My hands found her throat instantly and I clamped them down just as tight as I could. Her eyes bulged and her tongue was starting to stick out as she kicked and squirmed underneath me but I was loving it! I kept on fucking her as her face went from red to beet-red to purple and finally to an ash-gray color. As her struggles weakened her eyes became red from the blood vessels popping and finally after only a couple of minutes she was unconscious again. Only this time I didn’t let up. In fact, I squeezed even harder and within seconds I felt and heard the soft bone in her neck give way under my thumbs and then her body started to convulse violently. Like a jackhammer or something but this only lasted for a short time. Finally she went limp for good and I felt her hot piss splashing on my balls. This feeling turned me on beyond belief and I instantly came again. By this time I knew that it was probably over but I didn’t take any chances. I strangled her with my hands as hard as I could for at least another ten minutes before I let go and took my other scarf and knotted it around her throat as tight as I could. I took a long look at her beautiful dead body and thought to myself, “Well you finally went through with it.” I smiled to myself as I climbed off of her bed. The fun was over and now it was time to work.
The first thing that I did was to remove the condom in the same way that I had done the other one. Once it was disposed of I went into the bathroom and began drawing a tub full of scalding hot water. While the tub was filling I returned to the bedroom and got dressed, making sure to put my scarves back into my socks. There was no use in taking a chance on leaving any more evidence like semen drops or pubic hair. Once dressed, I went to her body and looked. There was no doubt that she was dead. I could tell just by looking. I removed both of the scarves from her body and picking her up carefully I carried her dangling body into the bathroom and slipped her into the scalding hot water face up. I loved that look in her beautiful eyes and she didn’t even cry a bit. I then took some liquid soap that she had in her tub and squirted half of the bottle into the water. After this I looked around her house until I found a bottle of bleach and I took and dumped it into the water, too. While she was bathing I went back into the bedroom and very carefully removed all of her bedding including pillowcases and put them into the garbage sack along with the condoms. I then went in search of a vacuum cleaner. Finding it in the hall closet I immediately did a “first sweep” of her apartment. The idea was just to get any possible evidence up that the cops might find. I vacuumed from back to front and then from front to back; being careful to hit the sofa and chairs that I might have brushed up against. This took about 45 minutes and once done I went back to Nicole to see how her bath was progressing. She was fine except that a lot of her skin had started to fall off because of the hot water but I had expected that. I checked the water and found that it had cooled a bit so I went ahead and emptied the tub. Taking a washrag I began bathing her myself. Starting at her mouth I pushed the soapy rag in and began washing her mouth out. Making sure that I got deep enough to get all of the cum out that was still in there. Next I scrubbed her face, arms, torso, leg’s and turning her over I scrubbed her back down. Once again eliminating any of my evidence. Next I washed out the rag in the tub faucet and getting it soapy again I cleaned out her ass and pussy. You really have to clean carefully here because if you leave ANY cum or pubic hairs behind you are as good as a dead man. I cleaned VERY carefully. Next I started the shower and placed it to where it would splash down on her pussy. She had been dead for nearly 2 hours at this point and I was getting tired but I still had work to do. I left the shower running on her pussy and went back into the bedroom. Being careful to search everywhere I quickly found her purse, which to my surprise had over $300.00 in cash in it. I pocketed that fast. I continued my search of her place and found a hiding place in which she kept about $50.00. Maybe there was an old boyfriend she was hiding money from. Who cares? I also found some very expensive earrings and rings but I made sure not to take those because if you get caught with a dead woman’s things you are as good as dead yourself. I took about an hour searching her place for any more cash but I didn’t find any so I went back to her body. She was stiffening slowly but she still looked good. I shut off the water and rolled her with some difficulty back onto her back. Her dead eyes were more glazed than ever but they still turned me on. I was dying to fuck her one last time but I couldn’t take that chance. I remembered seeing a small tool kit in my search so I went back and got a small Phillips head screwdriver. Returning to the bathroom I unscrewed the drain from the tub removed it and threw it into my garbage sack. There would likely be hair on it. Maybe mine. Once it was removed I plugged the tub back up. After dumping more soap and bleach on her dead body and especially in her mouth, ass and pussy I re-filled it with scalding hot water. Once the tub was full I shut it off and making sure that I had left absolutely nothing behind, including prints, I shut and locked the door. I walked back through her apartment wiping possible prints. Once that was done I threw that rag into the bag, too. My final job was to re-vacuum. This time I started at the back of the apartment and worked to the front door. When I finished I removed the dirt bag completely and threw it into my garbage bag. I looked out the door and seeing nobody I quickly stepped out with the bag in hand, locking her door with her own keys and then throwing them into the bag along with my medical gloves. I walked to my car, threw the bag in the back and drove away. About an hour later I came to a deserted area where I thoroughly burned the contents of the bag, except the keys, which I buried. I arrived home at about 5:00 A.M. totally exhausted. I took a long hot shower and went to bed. The next day I made sure that I washed all of my clothes from the night before. I watched the news that evening and sure enough her mother had discovered her strangled body that morning while I was asleep. According to the reporter the police had no clues or suspects. I followed the story for a week before it faded out of the news completely. Did I get away with it? Well it has been over 3 years now and I am still free. Does that answer your question? Nicole was my first but she wasn’t my last.
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A Night with Tina
This is the true story of my second strangling of a young woman. The only difference between Nicole and Tina is that this wasn’t a rape/murder. There have been five women/girls to date that I have snuffed and I am currently talking to a sixth one. I don’t know yet whether she will make it or not but I will let you know. In the mean time here is the story of my encounter with Tina.
A few months after I strangled Nicole on that cool fall evening, the urges began to get strong again. Since Nicole, I was involved in two short-term relationships with women that I knew from my past and both had gone badly. I did not kill either of them because too many people knew us and the golden rule of murder is to never ever kill anyone you know or who knows you.
I began chatting on IRC again shortly after the second relationship ended and within a few days I was chatting with a 28 year old woman who was living with a couple of friends, but wasn’t happy and she lived in a town which was a few hours away. She sent me her picture and she wasn’t bad looking. Not great, but better than respectable. When I chat on IRC I always spoof my IP address by using a script called “Showdown”. This prevents anyone from finding out where you really are or who you are. Anyways, after about a week I finally talked her out of her phone number and I called her up. As with Nicole, I used *67 call block to make sure that my number didn’t register with her caller ID if she had it. She sounded pleasant enough and I really wanted to go meet her but when I finally broached the subject she said that she wanted to come to my place for a few days. Well this wasn’t the way I liked it but hell, I was pretty hard up and even if I couldn’t kill her I could at least have a lot of fun with her and after I was done she could leave if she didn’t like it. We talked for an hour or so that night and finally I eased her into the subject of sex. She responded positively and said that she was open to new ideas, which made me smile, but I was really surprised that she didn’t balk when I told her that I really got off on having sex with a woman who was tied up. In fact, she said that she had done that on other occasions and kind of liked it, too. Of course I didn’t mention the fact that once she was tied up I planned on choking her because I didn’t want to scare her off. We made plans for her to come to my place the next evening. I gave her specific directions on how to get to my town and told her to call me when she got here and I would get her the rest of the way. I had absolutely no intention of killing Tina because she lived with friends and I assumed that she would tell them where she was going so if she came up missing then the cops would be at my door. I was only going to have my fun with her and send her on her way.
The next evening around 9:30 P.M. my phone rang. It was her. She was in town and when she told me her location I realized she was only a block or so away. I gave her directions to my apartment. 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there she was. Damn she looked good. She was 5’4’’ and even though she weighed around 140 pounds, it seemed to be distributed right. Especially in her 32C tits. She had short dark hair and green eyes and was wearing shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. I invited her in and as soon as she walked through my door I shut and locked it and then took her into my arms for an introductory hug that quickly escalated into a hot, hard kiss. My hands moved all over her body and quickly worked their way up her shirt to her firm round tits. She didn’t even try to resist as I worked under her bra and began feeling her nipples. Man, were they nice and hard. This went on for a few minutes and then we came up for air. I made us a drink and we sat on the sofa and talked. The first thing I did was ask her if she wanted to call her friends to let them know that she had arrived safely but to my total shock and surprise she replied that she never told them that she was going anywhere. In fact, she had packed her bag that morning and left straight from work. I questioned her a bit about this but according to her she and her friends weren’t really close and she didn’t think that she should have to tell them what she was doing or where she was going. She also told me that she was over three months behind on her car note and they were trying to repo it. At least her car was safe here, she said. We talked on and finally I was convinced that this woman was alone in my apartment and absolutely nobody knew where she was or who she was with. My plans were starting to change.
We talked for a while longer and had a few more drinks. I could tell that she was really starting to loosen up when she laid her head down in my lap and kicked her feet up just like she was at home. As we continued talking my hands found their way down her shirt again and this time she arched her back for me as I gently pinched her nipples. I was ready. I sat her up and again began kissing her, but this time as my hands roamed freely under her shirt I worked them to the back and removed her bra. There was no resistance. After her titty bag was completely removed I tossed it on the floor and lifted her shirt over her head and off. It accompanied the bra on the floor. I sat back and admired her tits for a moment before my mouth found her nipples and began sucking them hungrily. She was really getting into it; moaning, arching her back and pushing my head to her tits. I stopped for only a second to remove my own shirt and then went back to her body. As my mouth explored her nipples I worked my hands to her shorts, undid them and slid my right hand inside. Again no resistance. My fingers went past her mound of pubic hair and found their way to her pussy lips. This bitch was hot and wet and I immediately began rubbing her clit, which only made her moan louder. She didn’t waste any time and helped herself out of her shorts and panties and before I knew it, this little tramp was completely naked on my couch. Well I couldn’t have her naked alone so I stood up and finished getting undressed myself. When I was done I was standing naked in front of her with my 8-inch cock standing out stiff as a board. She took it in her hands and guided it right to her mouth. This woman was a freak. She sucked me hard and long, taking me deep into her mouth, but not deep enough. I worked myself back to the couch, sat down and guided her to her knees in front of me. I put both hands on the back of her head and began pushing my cock deeper into her throat. The third time I pushed she gagged but didn’t complain so I did it again. Longer. Still no complaints. Finally after about a half hour of my dick going down her throat I was ready to cum but I didn’t want to do it just yet. I was saving it all for one big blow. I stood up and taking her by the hand, I led her to my bedroom and my queen size waterbed. She started to lie down but I pulled her to her feet and asked her if she was still interested in letting me tie her up. I really didn’t care if she let me or not. It was going to happen one way or the other but she gave me a coy smile and said, “sure, you aren’t going to hurt me are you?” Of course I told her no. I made her turn around with her back facing me and I took three tie straps out of the drawer next to my bed. Now these are the type of straps that you buy at a hardware store to secure wire or small pipes together. They are about 10 inches long and less than an inch wide but once they are secured to something they can’t come loose unless they are cut off. I secured one around each of her wrists just tight enough that she couldn’t slip out of them but loose enough that they wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I then took the third one and looped it between the two on her wrists and pulled it as tightly as I could. Now she was totally secure with absolutely no way of getting loose. She asked me what I had tied her up with and when I told her she said that she had never had somebody do that to her and called me a “kinky boy”. Little did she know. I turned her around and began kissing her again as I slowly lowered her down onto the bed and then onto her back. I helped her get straight on the bed with her head on a pillow and then I climbed on top of her. I asked her if her arms were OK and she said that they were fine. I really didn’t care but I thought that it was nice to ask. She spread her short little legs and I positioned my cock to her pussy. My left hand was playing with her tits again as my right hand guided my cock slowly into her. She was tight. Not tight like Nicole had been, but it was good. Unlike Nicole, She was very wet and my cock slid down into her. I quickly fell into a rhythm and as I pumped her pussy she began moving her hips to my beat. This girl knew how to fuck. Too bad tonight was going to be her last performance. I continued playing with her tits for a few minutes and then slowly moved them upwards to her head and face area. We were kissing hard and as I moved them from her head to her shoulders and then to her throat she seemed totally unconcerned. My heart was beating hard as I realized that I was about to strangle this bitch. I knew that like Nicole, once I started there could be no stopping. She was still oblivious as my hands wrapped around her neck and slowly started to choke off her air. At first she didn’t say anything but as I gradually squeezed harder she said “baby, your hands”. I totally ignored her and continued to ever so slowly tighten my grip. A few seconds later she gasped out, “Hey stop, I can’t breathe”. Again I just ignored her and kept on squeezing. Finally she started kicking her legs out and I could barely hear her when she wheezed, “Fucking stop, you’re hurting me”. Well that was it, time to go all the way. I clamped down as tight as I could with my thumbs pressing hard into the base of her neck, cutting off all of her air. She tried to gasp and wheeze for a few more seconds but that stopped quickly and the only sound that I heard was a rattling noise coming from down in her chest. She was still very conscious however and was kicking her legs, even though she really couldn’t hurt me and she was squirming with all of her might to get out from under me but it was useless. I watched her face as it went from beet-red to a darker red and as it began to turn purple her tongue pushed out of her mouth and her eyes began to bulge. I continued strangling her as hard as I could and as her face began turning a gray ash color her eyes, which were half open, began turning red from the blood vessels that had burst. Shortly after I noticed her eyes, her struggles weakened considerably. Instead of kicking she now was just convulsing uncontrollably and she had no strength at all to try to squirm out from under me any longer. It was almost over. Finally her legs fell to the bed and the only movements after that was an occasional twitch of her leg or arm. When I looked back into her nearly dead eyes something there just overwhelmed me and I came inside of her dying cunt. Oh did I ever cum. When I was finally spent I thought that I was going to pass out. It felt that good. I knew that at this point it was all but over so I pressed my thumbs with all of my might into the base of her neck and snapped her hyoid bone, effectively killing her. I continued squeezing for several more minutes and then let go and collapsed on top of her. I was exhausted and my arms and hands were completely worn out but I had to do something with the body and quick.
As I got off of her I realized that I had made what could have been a fatal error. I hadn’t used a condom. As with Nicole I went to the bathroom and filled my tub up with extremely hot, scalding water and added lots of soap and bleach. Next I went back to the bedroom and cut her restraints loose. Her arms just hung at her sides as I carried her to the bathroom and slid her into the hot water face down. She didn’t cry or anything. While she was soaking in my tub I found her purse and went through it. There was $70.00 in cash, her ID, keys and some credit cards. I pocketed the cash and her keys and then put everything else, including all of her clothing into a trash sack. Next, I took all of the linen from my bed and put it in the washing machine. I then went back to Tina and began bathing her. I took a washrag and washed out her dead pussy as well as I possibly could and then scrubbed down every inch of her body twice. I emptied the tub and then positioned her body so that the showerhead ran scalding hot water over her pussy. While she was finishing up I tried to figure out how I was going to get rid of her body. I lived upstairs so it would be a major risk to carry her down stairs without someone seeing me. I racked my brains for nearly an hour before I came up with the perfect plan.
I went into my closet and got my old Army duffel bag. If you have ever been in the service then you know just how much shit you can pack into one of those things. Well I went and got Tina out of the tub and carried her to the living room where I sat her down on the floor. Next, I went to my kitchen and got two more trash sacks and a roll of duct tape out of the cabinet. I covered her upper body with one sack and her lower body with the other and connected them with the duct tape. Simple. Or so I thought. Next I went to put her in the duffel bag and that’s when the problem happened. Her damn legs wouldn’t bend and I couldn’t get her all of the way down in it. She was short enough to fit but she was getting stiff. I pulled her out and taking a baseball bat I broke both of her legs in three places. The shin, the knee and the upper leg. Then I re-fastened the bags around her and this time she fit easily into the duffel bag without a problem. Finally I went to get dressed and then carried the sack with her clothes and stuff in it down to her car and put it in the trunk. Now for the hard part. I went back upstairs and putting my arms through the shoulder straps of my duffel bag, I slowly picked her up. She was a lot heavier than I had expected but that was because I was carrying dead weight. I was afraid that the straps might break but Uncle Sam makes pretty sturdy stuff and I made it downstairs without any problems. I got to her trunk, looked around to make sure nobody was outside at 2:30 in the morning and then slid the bag off of my shoulders and into the trunk of her car. Whew! That was fun. I went back upstairs and got a pair of gloves and put them on. I then locked up and went back down to her car, got in and drove away. I had no idea where I was going at first so I just drove. I had driven about two hours when I came to a very secluded part of the countryside with some old dirt roads. I took one of them and before long I was way back in the middle of nowhere. I stopped the car, got out and went to the trunk to get her body. I carried her in the duffel bag for at least a half of a mile into the woods where I decided to dump her. There was no way that someone would find her out here anytime soon. I was miles from any civilization. I pulled her out of the duffel bag, removed the trash sacks and dumped her strangled, dead body down into what looked like a ravine or something. I walked back to her car and drove away. Once back on the highway I realized that I had a second problem. Her car. I drove around awhile longer when it dawned on me that she had said that the repo company was looking for her car. Perfect. After burning the bag of clothes and her purse and stuff I drove back to my town and went to an all night Super Wal-mart near my house and walked home. The next morning I got up and called the car company anonymously and told them that a car that they were looking for was parked at the Wal-mart if they wanted to come get it. I then went back to sleep and slept the rest of the day.
I watched the news and read the papers for a couple of weeks from Tina's hometown but nobody ever reported her missing. Too bad. About 6 months passed until her body, or what was left of it, was found. It seems a hunter's dog had brought back a hand and the hunter called the cops. They searched and eventually found what was left of Tina's body but according to the TV news reports there was too much decomposition to even tell if it was a man or woman or how they died. Basically, the elements had stolen any evidence. I had done it again.
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A Night with Megan
Megan had to have been the hottest teenage girl that I have ever seen in my life. At 17 she was just barely five feet tall and weighed about 120 pounds. With her dark hair and piercing blue eyes she was a knockout, but what really set her apart as far as I was concerned was her huge, perfectly proportioned 38C tits and her tight little ass that she always liked to flaunt. Before I continue with what I did with her let me explain how I was able to meet this girl. Megan was the friend of my girlfriend’s roommate. Yeah, my girlfriend has a younger girl living with her, which I don’t mind at all. Her name is Amanda and she is pretty hot herself, but it would have been way to difficult to do to her what I had planned for Megan. And besides, Megan was just so damn beautiful. Of course my girlfriend was willing to give me sex the way that I liked it. Choking her and pretending to rape her but pretending was starting to get old after a year of dating. It had been almost two years since I had strangled Tina to death and dumped her and the urge was just too strong to do it again for real.
I knew that I was violating my own first rule of rape and murder by doing someone that I knew but with the plan that I came up with and the way it worked out the risks were minimal. One night about two months after she started coming over to the house my girlfriend and I were there along with Amanda and Megan. We needed to go to the store to get some things for dinner but both of our cars were in the shop and my girlfriend wasn’t feeling well so Megan offered to go. She had been drinking a little so it didn’t take a lot of persuasion to talk her out of the keys. I went to the local Wal-mart and picked up our groceries but before I checked out I slipped over to the automotive section and had a duplicate set of keys made for Megan’s car. I slipped these onto my personal ring and then headed home. Step one was accomplished.
I waited patiently for a few weeks after I got her keys and then quietly started following her on a random basis. I pretty much knew her work schedule each week just from hearing them talk around the house but I wanted to know where else she went and where she liked to hang out. One thing that I noticed when she would get into her car is that she would never glance into the back seat to see who or what might be waiting for her. I started to form a plan in my mind. Her car was a midsize four-door sedan so hiding in her back seat at night would be a fairly simple task. The first thing that I had to come up with was a place to take her where nobody would hear or see anything. I took a couple of Saturdays and drove around some old dirt roads near a large river but nothing there was what I was looking for. When I was just about to give up I remembered an old fishing spot in the woods that my dad used to take me to for the weekends when I was a kid. It was about a thirty-minute drive but if it was still there it had a cabin next to a large lake with lots of wooded area and lots of privacy. It took me awhile to find it but about an hour later I was driving up to the front door. It was just like I remembered it except that it was pretty old and run down. Like nobody had lived there for years. I got out and went to the door. It wasn’t locked so I went right on in and looked around. There was still an old bed in the bedroom with a ragged mattress and some dusty, broken down furniture in the living area but other than that it was deserted. One look told me that there hadn’t been anyone here in a very long time. It was perfect. After I found the place I started going there every chance that I could in order to set things up. The first few times that I went
there I would bring a bag or two of easy mix concrete, some large jugs of water and a shovel. On one of the trips I brought a wheelbarrow that I had sitting in my storage room. I spent hours digging a hole about 100 yards away from the cabin in a dense, wooded area. I would dig about an hour or so each time and while digging I always watched and listened for other people but I never heard or saw anyone. Within a month I had a hole that was well over six feet deep and quite wide. Best of all it was so hidden by the woods that nobody would ever find it. It was now time to start getting ready. The next week I went to a large city about two hours away and purchased a stun gun with cash. Three days later, on a Friday night I packed my “snuff kit” and started watching Megan again. My “kit” consisted of the stun gun, handcuffs, tie straps to tie her up with, several pair of medical gloves, a couple of long scarves, a few heavy duty trash bags, a very sharp knife and something new this time: A Polaroid camera with three boxes of film along with a video camera.
My perfect opportunity came that night, a lot sooner than I had hoped for. She left work by herself a little after 11:00 and went home to change. She came out 20 minutes later wearing some real cock teasing clothes. She had on a halter-top that was about two sizes too small with no bra and some short shorts that were so tight that you could read a dime through the back pocket. She also had on some flip-flop type shoes with no socks. Damn my dick was hard already. I knew from what Amanda had said earlier that evening that Megan was going to Wal-mart to get something for her contacts and was then going to come over to get her. If my plan worked like I was hoping that it would she would never make it to get Amanda. I waited until she was in the store and then parked a few places down from her. It wasn’t very crowded that late at night so I put on two pair of the gloves, grabbed the rest of my kit and hurried to her car. Within 15 seconds I was waiting quietly in the back seat with the stun gun in my hand. I was really taking a chance here. If she saw me before I could shock her I would have a lot of impossible explaining to do. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute it seemed. Finally after about 10 minutes I saw her coming through her side window. I squatted down as low as possible and waited. Sure enough she simply opened the door, slid in and threw her sack on the passenger seat. Perfect. I knew that I had to act right now or I would blow it so as she reached for the ignition with her keys I slid the stun gun around to the front seat, touched her bare arm and hit the trigger. I held it down for less than 10 seconds but in that time her body jerked and convulsed and then as I let go of the trigger she slumped sideways into the passenger seat. I quickly put the stun gun back in my bag and peeked around the parking lot. I was lucky, nobody was anywhere around. I maneuvered Megan’s petite body into the back seat and laid her face down. I was so horny that I wanted to rape her right there but I knew better. Instead, I took three tie straps and just like with Tina I tied her hands very securely behind her back. I then took both scarves and shoved them deep into her mouth. After making sure that she wasn’t going to get loose or make noise I slipped over the back seat into the front, started the car and drove away.
I arrived at the shack about 45 minutes later. Megan had started to come around about 15 minutes into the trip and within a half-hour I could tell by the struggling noises and her muffled screams through the gag that she was totally awake. That was OK with me
because nobody could see or hear her now. I drove up the long drive way and parked, killing the engine. I got out of her car and walked inside, leaving Megan in the backseat
for a few more minutes. What would it hurt? As I had hoped and expected, nothing had been touched and it was apparent that nobody had been in there since my last trip to finish digging the hole. After inspecting everything I walked outside and into the woods. The hole was just as I had left it also. Even the shovel was lying there on that huge mound of dirt. Everything seemed to be perfect so I went back to get Megan. She was still struggling a bit when I opened the back door to retrieve her but as I reached in and grabbed her by the elbows to pull her out she really started to struggle but it was useless. I easily dragged her out of the car and onto the dirt ground where she attempted to run. I easily grabbed her by her bound arm and flung her face down onto the ground. She was sobbing through the gag as I bent down and took her by the tie strap in the middle and her elbow and picked her up off of the ground. She still didn’t know who I was or for sure what my plans for her were because she hadn’t seen my face yet but as she stood up she quickly turned her head and in the dim moonlight she saw me and instantly recognized me. The look of horror and shock on her face was something to behold. Of the whole experience I will never forget that look. She started to really bawl through her gag then but I picked up my kit bag and pushed her and guided her forward to the shack door. Thankfully she didn’t offer too much more resistance. Maybe she was thinking that since she knew me that I wouldn’t hurt her. If that was the case then she was dead wrong. Once inside I made her sit down in a chair in the middle of the room and quickly took a fourth tie strap from my bag and connected her to the chair by the connecting strap on her hands. I then sat down in a chair directly in front of her and just stared at her for several minutes, noting the mixed look of fear and horror in her eyes. Finally I spoke. “Megan, I think that you know why I am doing this but in case you don’t, it’s simple. I am going to rape you unmercifully.” I didn’t tell her that I was going to kill her also because I wanted that part to be a surprise. She began to cry even more and shake her head back and forth as I continued. : “If you do what I tell you to Megan, and give me your little pussy like I know that you know how and if you don’t fight, resist, or attempt to scream or escape I will let you live. Otherwise nobody will ever see you again. Do you understand so far?” She looked at me for a second and then nodded up and down a few times. “Good”, I said. “Now I am going to take the gags out of your mouth but if you scream or even speak without permission you will die before the night is over.” I then went over to her and removed the gags from her beautiful, sexy mouth. She began to breathe in deep breaths through her lips and as she did I got her a drink of water from one of the jugs that I had brought before. It was warm but at least it was wet. I watched her drink and as she did I noticed how her neck would go up and down with every swallow. Oh how I was going to enjoy everything about her tonight. I let her finish the water before I spoke again. “Are you scared, Megan?” She found her voice and answered in a hushed voice; “Yes.” I told her that that was OK and that she had every reason to be scared. I walked over to her and then stepped behind her. I continued speaking to her in a calm, even voice. “Megan, I am ready to start. The first thing that I am going to do is strip your clothes off.” She began to sob quietly again so I didn’t even continue. I took out the knife and standing behind her, I reached up under her shirt from the bottom and cut the tank top from the top, right down
the middle. As I had expected she wasn’t wearing a bra and her beautiful, firm tits popped right out in front of me. I think that my dick instantly got even harder, as if that was possible. She was really crying now as I came around to the front. Standing beside her rather than directly in front of her, I reached down and unsnapped her tight shorts. I ordered her to lift her ass, which she did and I unzipped them and pulled them down and completely off of her body. The only thing left was her hot red panties and my knife made quick work of them, being careful not to cut her. I finally stood back and admired my work. I had done everything perfectly and it was now time to enjoy my reward.
As I stripped down myself I thought about what I would do to her first. I decided that the first thing I wanted from her was a long, sloppy blowjob but before I got started I went back to my bag and got the video camera and Polaroid out. Looking around the room I found a great spot for the video and after setting it up to capture the whole room I went back to her. Standing directly in front of her I took 3 quick pictures and set them to the side. After they had developed and I looked at them I untied the strap holding her tied arms to the chair. As soon as she was loose I pushed her down to her knees and sat down in her chair. I pulled her up to me by her long dark hair and pushed my cock to her lips. She was no longer crying but she wasn’t going to be a willing participant either. Every time that my cock would get close to her mouth she would turn away and whisper “no” or “please” or “stop”. I put up with this for a few minutes and then tired of it. I raised my right hand and slapped her as hard as I could across her left cheek while still holding her by her hair. That got her attention and the next time my cock was put in front of her she didn’t move her head. “Open your mouth you little slut and suck me all the way down!! And if you even think of biting me I will bite both of your nipples off and pour alcohol on the wounds.” She was still crying from the slap as she opened her mouth to accept my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and began pushing her down, impaling her throat with my cock. At about the 5 inch point she began to choke and gag and tried really hard to pull back but I held her down with both hands and pushed on. I finally got all 8 inches down her throat but it wasn’t pretty. She was slobbering at first and her throat was convulsing but it could only last so long. About 30 seconds into it she puked, or tried to. My cock was blocking it and she ended up swallowing some of it. The rest came out of her nose and around my cock. I pulled out and let her catch her breath for a minute and then made her take me deep again. The only difference was that now I made her go up and down on me non-stop. I told her that if she stopped for any reason or if my cock even accidentally came out of her mouth that I would cut her tongue out. She was a good head giver and with only a little encouragement she was able to take all of me nearly every time down. I made her suck me for over an hour until my balls just couldn’t stand anymore. I wasn’t ready to cum yet so before I blew my first wad into her throat I pulled out and let go of her head. She collapsed to the floor immediately, drinking in large gulps of air. She was going to wish that she was still sucking me when she found out what I had planned for her next.
She was lying on her left side so I pushed her over onto her back and grabbed her underneath each armpit and began dragging her the ten or so feet to the mattress but as I did I guess she decided that she had nothing to lose because she started kicking, and yelling “NO!” and “STOP, PLEASE!” at the top of her lungs. I really didn’t care because I knew that nobody would hear her but I just didn’t like the noise. I dropped her onto the mattress on her back and knelt down behind her. She was still screaming as I wrapped both hands around her neck from behind and clamped down. She immediately stopped screaming but the fight was just starting. She started kicking and bucking like I had never seen anyone do. She was a lot stronger than I had imagined and her legs were so limber that if I hadn’t been paying close attention she would have easily kicked me between the eyes. To prevent this I simply lifted her head off of the mattress as I choked her. She wasn’t able to kick nearly as high now plus she was starting to lose control from lack of air. Finally her legs fell to the mattress with her knees bent up in the air and after a few more feeble gasps for air they collapsed limply also. I let go as soon as she passed out and made sure that she was still breathing. She was. I didn’t want her to die yet. I had so much more fun planned for young Megan. While she was still unconscious I rolled her over on to her belly and spread her legs slightly. After grabbing an old pillow and putting it under her hips I sat back for a minute to enjoy the view of her beautiful, pink cunt. I knew that I only had a short time before she awoke so after a brief look at her pussy I got up and knelt down beside her ass. She had the most perfect little ass that I had ever had the privilege to see up close and naked and as I began to spread her cheeks her legs started to move slightly. Before she could wake up fully I rubbed the juices from her cunt and the pre cum from my dick onto my fingers and spread it all around her tight little butt hole. I then positioned my cock right on top of it and slowly began inserting it. I only got the head in before she woke up and started yelling. When she did I decided to go for everything and with all of my hip strength I slammed myself into her once virgin asshole. I could feel liquid squirming all over my cock and balls and knew instantly that it had to be her blood. She was still yelling some but mostly she was crying out from the pain. I leaned forward, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as far as I could. I whispered in her ear, “That’s what you get for screaming, slut.” I then let go of her hair and her head collapsed back onto the mattress as I continued to pummel her loosening asshole. After several minutes I noticed that she had stopped crying altogether and in fact had stopped moving at all. She was just lying there while I butt fucked her. I stopped well short of blowing my wad and pulled out. Turning her over I immediately noticed that she was breathing fine but her eyes were just kind of staring out into nowhere. She was definitely in shock. I turned off the camera and then quickly untied her, covered her up with an old army blanket that I found and elevated her feet. I had learned years ago how to treat shock and this bitch wasn’t going to get away from me this easily. I still wanted to fuck her pussy while she was alive and knowing what was happening to her. It took a couple of hours for her to start coming around and another 30 minutes before she was coherent. Before she could fully realize anything I tied her hands behind her again. It was a good thing that I brought plenty of extra tie wraps. A time or two I thought that she might slip too far into shock for me to revive her but fortunately for me she was young and healthy and responded to basic treatment. When she first realized again what was happening she started to quietly sob. “Welcome back Megan” I told her as I sat beside her and massaged her nipples and squeezed her firm tits. “I thought that I was going to lose you for a
minute there.” All she would say is “it hurts” over and over as she tried to lift her ass off of the mattress. I told her that she needed to just shut up and it would be all over with soon. What she didn’t realize just yet was that I meant to end her life.
As I continued to play with Megan’s tits I took my other hand and gently slid her leg down until it was on the mattress and then I began running it up and down her leg, going a bit higher each time until I reached her crotch and then began to rub her clit. She was so fucking hot and her pussy was totally shaved. I was hoping for this. I slowly began rubbing her clit with two fingers as I lay down next to her and began sucking her nipples. She was quietly crying but I knew that she was enjoying it somewhat because her tight little cunt was getting wet. I asked her if she had ever fantasized about me playing with her like this and all she did was moan and shake her head. “Do you like it, now that I am doing it, Megan?” I asked. Again, just a shake of her head to tell me no but her wet pussy was telling me a different story. I just grinned at her and said, “ You know what I want to do now don’t you Megan?” This time a muffled sob and a nod told me that she knew good and well what was coming. “Are you going to fight me Megan?” I asked her. She whispered out, “No, just please don’t hurt me anymore.” I smiled at her again and slowly climbed on top of her. “Megan” I said, “I know you aren’t a virgin and that you probably like a good hard dick so if you give me your pussy and pretend that you like it I will be a lot nicer and gentler to you. Is that a deal?” She seemed to think about it for a few seconds and then said yes. I was totally on top of her now and with her hands and arms tied behind her it made those beautiful tits of hers stick up even more. I was loving every second of this. I bent my head back down and began to suck and caress her tits some more. As I did this I told her to spread her legs as wide as she could and moved my hips right up to her pussy. I then started kissing her mouth and she didn’t want any part of this at first but after reminding her of our “deal” my tongue was accepted into her mouth more willingly and vice-versa. I made her suck my tongue for a while and then I was ready. I took my right hand and guided my rock hard dick to the mouth of her pussy. She cringed at first but as I began to push into her she realized that she couldn’t stop me and gave in. My cock slowly ripped into her tight, wet cunt and as it did her hips came off of the mattress to meet mine. I made her wrap both legs behind my back and then began to push harder and harder into her soon to be dead pussy. I played with her tits for a while and even caressed her neck gently on the sides a few times. After what seemed like hours of fucking this little teenage slut I was ready to cum and knew that I couldn’t wait any longer. I also knew that I had to get it over with. I put both hands on her shoulders and as I slowed my rhythm way down I said, “Megan, how can I be sure that you won’t tell someone about what I did to you tonight?” She looked up at me and began making all of the feeble, bullshit promises a girl will make just to get out of a bad situation. I listened to her for a minute and then shook my head slowly. “No Megan, I don’t believe you.” She looked totally shocked at first then asked, “What can I do to make you believe me?” I stared into her eyes for several seconds as my hands ever so slowly slid from her shoulders toward her beautiful, soft neck. “The truth is Megan, you can’t do anything so I guess that I have no choice but to make sure that you never get that chance.” She looked confused for a few seconds but as my hands found her neck and slowly wrapped around it the confused look went away and the panic look came back. “You promised me.” She
screamed. “We had a deal.” I just laughed as I slowly tightened my grip on her neck. “Please don’t,” she croaked out as I squeezed a little tighter. “I’m only 17. I’m going to be a senior next month” were the last understandable words she managed before my hands tightened down enough to choke off her speaking ability. She instantly began to cough and as she did piss sprayed out of her pussy onto my cock. I began fucking her a little harder now and kept my grip just tight enough to strangle her but not tight enough to crush her hyoid bone. Not yet. After about 45 seconds her face was totally red, almost a purplish color and she was trying to squirm and kick out from under me. A natural reaction I suppose but totally worthless. She kept squirming and kicking for only a minute or so and then her head and legs began to slowly convulse and her throat was making really loud gagging and choking noises. I was ready. I started pounding her young, dying pussy harder and harder as I watched her eyes become blood shot and as her legs fell slowly to the mattress I shot my cum deep inside of her. She wasn’t quite gone yet so I continued fucking her, even as my cock became limp and useless. After only a few more strokes it naturally fell out of her. I watched her face for any signs of life. I couldn’t see any but I knew that if I let go now she would probably regain consciousness within minutes. I tightened my grip as hard as I could and within only a few seconds felt her neck snap under me. Her legs kicked two or three times real hard and fast and then went limp as I heard her bowels and felt her bladder empty out. I shook her by her dead neck a few times then slammed it back onto the mattress and let go. Collapsing on top of her I put my ear to her chest and listened. Nothing. I checked her wrist and neck pulses. Nothing. It was over with. I took several pictures of her beautiful, strangled body from every conceivable angle and position. Finally I went and turned off the camera and took it and the pictures to the car.
I went and got the wheelbarrow and after loading up several bags of the concrete mix I hauled it out to the hole. I did the same with a few gallons of the water and then came back for Megan’s strangled corpse. She was right where I left her. I pushed the wheelbarrow right up to her and loaded her in, face up. I then hauled her out to the hole and pushed her right up to the edge before unceremoniously dumping her in. So long, I thought to myself as I shined the flashlight down and saw her gaping asshole staring back up at me. I quickly poured three of the concrete bags down on top of her and mixed in the right amount of water. After adding a little dirt to the mix I threw the stun gun in also. I then walked back to the shack and cleaned up anything and everything of Megan’s. I got her clothes together and after checking her purse and car thoroughly and getting almost $90.00 in cash and a glamour shot picture of her that she was probably planning on giving to her newest boy friend. I took everything out to a large drum and burned them to cinders. I checked for any other evidence and not finding any, I went back to the hole. The concrete had done a pretty good job but I wanted to be totally sure so I poured some more in and mixed it properly. It had her totally covered now so I filled in the rest of the hole with the dirt. This process took me almost two hours and I worked non-stop. I was exhausted when I finished and looking at my watch I knew that I had to really hurry. After burning the concrete sacks I went back into the shack and got dressed. Making sure that I had all of my stuff I walked out, got into Megan’s car and drove back to town. Before going to get my car, I ran hers through a carwash several times and then got out and sprayed down her tires and under carriage really well in order to remove as much dirt and evidence as possible. I then went back to the Wal-mart that I had kidnapped her from. It was still dark as I got out and locked her car. I took her keys with me and went home. I heard from my girlfriend that afternoon and she said that Megan had runaway from home. They found her car at Wal-mart but think that she had left with someone from there. Apparently her and her parents had had a fight the day before and she had threatened to leave. I told her that I felt bad about it and bullshitted her for a while before finally getting off of the phone. That night after dark I took all of the clothes that I had worn the night before, including the shoes and went and burned them to a cinder in another location. I then took her keys and after weighting them down I tossed them over a bridge and into a deep river. They never found Megan again and after none of her friends heard from her the police became suspicious and began talking to people. All of her friends had left prints in her car so there was no way to tell who was with her last. After a few months of questions here and there it was filed as a probable runaway. I scanned the pictures onto my computer the next morning and also converted the video. Once that was done I destroyed that evidence too and then after securing everything onto a special web page that only I know about I reformatted my computer 100%. Except for the glamour shot picture that is in the “strangled_sluts” group picture page, I only share Megan with a few select people and that is in person. The girl I strangled after Megan saw the pictures and the video right before I killed her. Oh, and when I say girl, I mean girl this time. Just wait until next time and I tell you about my night with Destiny.
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A Night With Maria
He had been watching her dance for several nights at the seedy strip joint that was a few miles outside of the town that he was sent to work. A small town with a population of under 20000, but the bar always had a large crowd of mostly average looking men who liked to drink and watch the nude girls do their thing. For some reason this girl had popped out at him the first night he was there and he couldn't resist the urge to come back every night after work. He began to fit right in with the regulars. The third night she had noticed his intent stares and went to his table after her stage dance. "Hi" she said. Would you like me to dance for you up close?" He couldn't take his eyes off of her beautiful hispanic body with her scantly clad breasts and pussy. He had always loved to fantasize about young hispanic girls and here was one right now in front of him. She seemed so young and vulnerable, yet very street smart and wise. "Well of course I do, but I don't have a lot of money right now. How much will it cost me?" She smiled at him gently. "Well my going rate is usually twenty bucks, but for you tonight I will give you my introductory dance for ten. Is that fair?" His smile was all she needed to confirm that indeed it was ok. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten as the next song started. He was totally hypnotized by her body and the way that she moved it at him. Onto him. Against him. The hard on that he had since he first walked in that night was growing harder as she pushed her 34C's to his face and lips. The song ended way too soon for his liking and he tucked the ten into her black G-string that she wore. She kissed him gently on the cheek and thanked him. As she walked off he knew in his heart that he had to have her and live out all of his fantasies with her and on her. He had found the one.
He returned night after night for the next two weeks to watch her dance and get to know her better and gain her confidence. He knew that a dancer would not be very quick to trust any guy but he played his part well. He was always nice to her, never degraded her and each night he seemed to have more and more money. The second night that she danced for him they talked briefly afterwards. He discovered that her name was Maria and that she was 19 years old even though her face and the way that she talked told him that she probably wasn't a day over 17 which was just fine with him. His sexual fantasies had always been much younger girls. Girls in their early to mid teens were his ultimate fantasy but he kept these secrets to himself for obvious reasons. The next night after she had danced twice for him she told him that she was going to take a break and if he minded if she sat with him. "Of course" he said. "Sit down." He just couldn't stop staring at this teenage girls awesome body and conversation was slow in coming. Finally he said "why is it that you feel like you have to show off your body? You seem pretty smart and all. You could get a regular job anywhere." She started telling him the regular crap about how she was in college and needed the money for school and that she had been on her own for two years, ever since her mom died and her step-dad had tried to rape her one night. She had no friends that she trusted so she took a bus as far as her little bit of money would take her so here she was. He smiled a sympathetic smile as she told him her story, but inside he was telling himself that he knew this bitch was lying to try to make him feel sorry for her and maybe he would pay her a bit more money. As he listened to her more he kept thinking about what he was going to do to her when and if he got her alone. She rambled on for another ten minutes and then it was time to go back to work. He watched her for the rest of the nice as she talked to the other guys and told them similar stories about herself. All lies he thought to himself as he headed for the door that night. The next night was Friday and the place was packed. He knew that getting her to dance for him would be difficult at best but he had made sure that he had plenty of cash to flash at her. He knew all sluts were attracted to cash like a magnet. After almost two hours she spotted him and slowly and seductively walked towards his table. "Hi baby" she said. They had been referring to each other in cute and sexual terms for a couple of days now. "Hi sugar. Come and sit down here and talk to me." She sat down and that's when he noticed the different look on her face. A sad look almost. "What's wrong Maria?" He asked. "Oh it's nothing really. I'm three months behind on my rent and the landlord says I have to pay him $750.00 by Sunday night or I have to get out on Monday and I have no where else to go." She began to sniffle a bit now and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "There now. Don't cry." He said as he handed her a paper napkin to wipe her tears with. "How much money will you have by Sunday night?" "I only have a hundred now and I have never earned $650.00 in a weekend, ever." He knew that his opportunity had finally come and he wasn't going to throw it away. He had waited all of his sexual life for this. "Maria, I know that we hardly know each other but if you are willing to trust me a bit I think we can work something out." The smile that began to form on her lips turned into a questioning look as he asked her to meet him after hours at an all night bar down the road. She seemed a bit skeptical but readily agreed. "Oh that would be great if you could help, but I cant promise you that I can pay you back." He shook his head in protest. "Don't worry about that Maria. What I have in mind is a way for you to earn the money, but you can't tell anyone about us meeting tonight because it will affect my job if anyone there was to find out." She swore to keep their meeting secret and shortly after her shift ended he watched her pull into the parking lot of the bar in her old car. He watched her swing her gorgeous long legs out of the drivers seat and his eyes were instantly drawn to her beautiful breasts that were barely hidden in the tight t-shirt that she wore.
He escorted her to a quiet seat in the back of the place and ordered a beer for each of them. When the beers arrived he made it a point to flash a very large wad of bills for her to see. He noticed her staring at it immediately. After a little small talk he got to the point. "Maria, what are you willingly to do for the $650.00 that you need?" She looked puzzled for a few seconds but quickly realized what he had in mind. "I always promised myself that I wouldn't do that, but you seem very nice and I feel like I can trust you, but for that much money what do you expect?" At this point he was having trouble trying not to smile too much. He knew that he was going to finally get to live out his long awaited fantasy in real life if he played his cards right. "How do you like sex Maria? Do you like it hard or slow or really rough and impersonal. Almost like a rape you might say?" She looked down at her beer and frowned a bit. "I really don't know" she said. "I've only gone all the way with three guys from back home and they were done so fast that I didn't really get to feel much. Except it hurt real bad at first." It felt like the mans heart was beating a million beats a minute. Could she really be that inexperienced? He was hoping that what she said was true. He looked at her gently, trying to win that last bit of trust from her before he told her what he wanted. "Maria" he said. I am willing to pay you a lot of money for one full night of sex, but you have to be willing to do anything and everything I want you to all night." She was looking scared now, as if she were about to turn him down when he pulled the large roll of cash out again and counted out ten one hundred dollar bills. "Here is one thousand dollars for one night. Are you willing?" There it was. The cards were all on the table now. He knew the answer already by looking at her face as her eyes bulged out of her head at the sight of that much cash. "Yes, I am willing. When and where?" He replied, "tomorrow night at your apartment. I will be there at 8 O'clock and we go until the next morning. Is that a deal." "Yes" she replied. And she gave him directions to her place. Directions that he didn't need because he had been following her for three days to make sure that she was really alone at night. As he lay in his bed that night, unable to sleep. He couldn't help but think of how her eyes had literally bulged from her head at the sight of the money. Not as much as they will bulge tomorrow night though he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
He slept until after 2PM the next day. He knew that a long night of fantasy in real life was about to happen and he needed his rest. He could barely hold back the excitement all day as he awaited for the time to leave. He hoped that the phone would not ring and she would be on the other end telling him that she had to cancel for some reason or another. It never rang. He spent the late afternoon thinking about how much he was turned on by women who showed off their bodies for money and how much he loathed the beautiful ones like her who were willing to sell it for any price. He couldn't recall when murder had started to play into his sexual fantasies. All he knew that it turned him on in a major way and he thought about it constantly when he would masturbate or have sex with local girls. Girls that he couldn't live this out on without getting caught for sure. He thought back to the only time in his life that he had ever hired a hooker. It had been over three years now. He had planned to do it for real that time but things got out of hand when he put his hands to her neck and she started screaming loudly. Her pimp had come running and he barely got out of there intact. The sex had been good to that point and she wasn't very expensive in money terms, but six months ago his doctor confirmed his worst fears. He had aids. Now it was up to him to get as many of them off of the streets permanently that he could before his time was up.
Finally the appointed time came and he was ready. He double checked that he had what he needed with him. Mainly two pair of handcuffs and a key to fit it was all he felt he needed because she was willing to play. He parked his car three blocks away and quickly walked to her house, looking to make sure that he wasn't seen. "Hi Maria" he said as she opened the door with a smile. He smiled back at her. "Come on in before someone sees you. I know how scared of that you are." "Thank you" he said as he walked through the door. She was wearing a very revealing tank top. The type that showed a lot of tits and had the really thin straps over the shoulder that could be ripped off or cut off on seconds. and it was very obvious that she didn't believe in wearing a bra around the house. She was also wearing a pair of very short shorts. He almost came in his pants from just looking at her gorgeous hispanic body. "Are you ready for this sugar?" She smiled at him hesitantly but quickly replied "Yeah I think so." "Good, lets go sit down and talk about what is going to happen." She led him to the living room area and he sat beside her on the small sofa. He smiled reassuringly as he started to tell her what was in store. He told her that all of his life he had a fantasy about raping girls, but that he hadn't really ever done it out of fear of being caught and sent to prison. He noticed the scared look she had on her face and they way she was moving about on the couch nervously. "Don't worry baby, I won't hurt you, but for the money I am going to give you I want you to play with me. Pretend that we are total strangers and that I have broken into your house while you were at work and I am waiting for you to come home. I will hide somewhere and when you walk past me I will grab you from behind. Just pretend that I am really raping you and do whatever you would do naturally. She smiled at him now. A bit relieved somehow. "We will play out that scene for a while and then I will set up another scenario. We will play out several scenes throughout the night so be prepared for some really forceful and rough sex." "Can you handle that" he asked as he smiled. "I think so as long as you swear not to be too rough and stop if I cant handle it." You will do that wont you?" "Of course sweetie" he lied.
"Well how do we start this?" She asked nervously. He explained to her that he was going to hide in her house and she should wait one minute in the living room before she started walking through the rest of the house. Maria agreed. He went to her bedroom, which was quite dark and hid behind the door. A few moments later he could hear her walking quietly through the house. First the bathroom and then the other room. He checked his back pockets for the cuffs and smiled to himself as he felt them there. He couldn't believe that she had been so trusting and hadn't even asked to see the cash again. Finally he heard her at the bedroom door. His heartbeat increased to a million beats a minute again as he thought to himself, "this is really it. No turning back now." As she walked inside the room, her back was to him. He was already so hard that he couldn't stand it, but looking at her scrumptious ass and long firm brown legs only made him go stiffer. They were only a couple of feet apart but she didn't think to even look behind her. As she stood there in the darkened room she became scared as she thought for the first time about what she was really doing. She walked into the room further and was beginning to think that maybe she really didn't want to do this after all when he made his move.
He caught her by such total surprise that she didn't even think to scream. Even if she had it would have been impossible because his left hand was wrapped firmly over her mouth and his right arm was uncomfortably tight around her throat. Even though she knew that this was only a game for him to get off on, she was still somewhat scared by the force he had used and by how strong he was. She thought to herself that if he wanted to hurt her there was no way she could prevent it. "Do exactly what I tell you to bitch or I will break your little neck. DO you understand me?" He whispered to her as his arm became a bit tighter on her throat. She nodded her head up and down quickly and thought to herself that if she just did what he wanted it would be over sooner. He removed his hand from her mouth and warned her against screaming. She started to relax just a bit when she felt something cold and sharp next to her shoulder blade. "Don't panic and don't move. I won't cut you if you are still. I promise." The next thing she felt was the blade of the knife cutting easily through the straps of her tank top. He had put the knife back into his pocket when she found her voice. "I didn't agree that you could cut up my….." Her words were cut short by his hand clamping roughly over her mouth again. "Shut the fuck up bitch. I can kill you right now if I want to." A point he made clear by the tightening grip he placed on her slim throat. She was now sure that she wanted out of this game. This was turning out to be more than she had wanted. She started to pull at his hand on her mouth but it didn't even budge. "Put your arms down now or you will regret it." He stated this so believably that she immediately complied. As she stood there topless, with his arm wrapped against her throat and his hand on her mouth she heard him say. "Now Maria, put your arms behind your back." She didn't want to do this but didn't see a way out of it. As she complied she thought to herself, "why did he use my real name if we are playing?" What happened next was so fast that she didn't even realize that she was now handcuffed behind her back. "What the hell is this pervert doing?" She thought to herself. She didn't wonder long. The man produced a rag and forced to open her mouth so he could shove it in to keep her quiet and so he could use his hands freely. "MMMmmmmmph" she screamed through her gag as he pushed her over her bed onto her chest. Her feet were both still on the floor as she felt his hands ripping her shorts free from her body. After she was completely naked he stood her up in front of him and looked at what he had to enjoy. He had her scared he knew and that if she was really as scared s he thought she would mind him easily. What he didn't expect was for Maria's right foot to kick out quickly and forcefully for his balls. Fortunately for him his reaction was good and he caught her leg and pushed her backward onto the bed. "Maria, that was the dumbest thing you could have done." He stated as his hand swiftly sailed through the air and caught her face. He knew that there was no turning back now. They had both crossed the line. She was crying hard as he pushed her down to her knees and slapped his rock hard dick against her face. He pulled the rag from her mouth. "Put it in your mouth whore and suck it until I tell you that you can stop." Maria didn't want anything else to do with him now and turned her head. He didn't know if she knew just how much danger she was in yet, but she was about to. He grabbed her throat tightly with both hands and clamped then firmly down. Maria began to gasp at first, but as his grip tightened the gasping ceased and her face turned dark. "Now are you going to suck me off bitch?" She tried to talk but of course she couldn't even squeak out a sound so she nodded her head furiously. He waited a few more seconds and let go. Maria fell to the floor in a blackened daze. Was this really happening she asked herself as she felt his hands lifting her up to her knees again. She had caught her breath by now and began to beg. "Please leave. I promise not to tell and you don't have to pay me. Just go away please." Her scared eyes almost made him give in, but then the thought of what would happen if she did tell the cops came to him. There was no way out now. He looked down at her and shoved his cock back to her mouth. "Suck it now." Was all that he said. She knew that she didn't have a choice and slowly she opened her lips and her mouth accepted his cock. She heard him moan in pleasure as his cock slipped between her warm lips and into her mouth. He made her lick it hard with her tongue for several minutes before moving on. He took the back of her head and began to slowly but firmly push her head down onto his dick. As he pushed her head further down she felt his cock pushing up even harder. "Oh no" she thought. "He is going to deep throat me." She barely had thought it when she began to feel his cock touching the back of her throat. Instead of slowing down or pulling back he took his other hand and forcefully shoved his cock the rest of the way into her unwilling mouth. Maria was in a full panic now. She barely heard him warn her not to even think about biting it or he would end her life in a horribly painful way. She believed him. She heard his groans of pleasure as his hands held her unwilling head firmly in place, gagging her. She was only gagging a bit at first but now she really needed to breathe and the need to cough was really bad. She could hear herself even over his moans. Grrrgh…ggrrrggg…Mmmmpgh. The need to breathe was really bad now and he showed no intention of letting up. She felt his cock begin to spasm and pump up and down in her mouth. "Nooooo, he is going to shoot that shit into my throat" she thought to herself as suddenly she felt his hot liquid slamming the back of her throat. He was telling her to swallow it all or else. Maria swallowed faster and faster. She didn't want to see what "or else" meant. Finally after what seemed like forever he withdrew from her mouth and she collapsed to the floor again, panting for air. She prayed that he was finished, but to her horror she discovered that this was only an intermission.
Several minutes passed as she caught her breath and laid on the floor, but suddenly he was picking her up and laying her on her bed on her back. She dared to speak. "You promised not to hurt me. Why are you doing this to me?" He shoved the rag back into her mouth as he laughed an evil laugh and replied, "You stupid bitch, men don't ever tell girls the truth. You have just learned this the hard way." Maria moaned and screamed through her rag but of course nobody could hear. She was totally at his mercy. "If I take these cuffs from behind your back can I trust you not to do something stupid?" He asked. She thought seriously about trying to make a run at it, but knew that she had little chance to win and if he caught her, the pain would be terrible. She regretfully nodded her head. He took the cuff from her left wrist and cuffed her arm to her bedpost. She felt that she had passed on her last chance for freedom when she heard the metal click that held her to the bed. He then pulled out the other set of cuffs and quickly cuffed the other hand to the other bedpost. He looked at her in that positon and felt his hard on quickly returning. He knew it wouldn't take much but wanted to wait a bit longer. "Why don't you lay here and relax for a bit" he told her. "Don't go anywhere" he laughed as he walked out of the room and back to the living room. He decided to find out as much about this girl as he could. The first thing was her purse. He spotted it next to the couch. Inside he found a few pictures and scrap papers with numbers and names. He found her billfold and opened it up. The first thing was her ID card. Her full name was Maria Valguera. He looked at the picture and was amazed at how beautiful of a shot she took. As he went to put the ID down he noticed her birth date. He was right. The little bitch had lied to him. His hard on came back in full force as he realized that Maria wasn't quite 17 years old. He dug deeper and found another ID card. This one said that she was 19 but it was an obvious fake. The letters and numbers were off center and the picture wasn't even hers. It was close. Maybe an older sister or aunt, but not hers. It had to be what she had used to get her dancing job with. The job that she had already worked her last day at. He scrounged deeper and found the hundred dollars that she claimed to have. "At least the bitch didn't lie about everything", he said to himself. He looked around for a few more minutes before returning to her.
As he walked in to the room she started to plead through her rag. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't going to give it to her. "Just shut up before you piss me off really bad bitch" he told her and instantly she was quiet. He walked up to her and pushed her legs apart and began to rub her little cunt. He noticed that she flinched and tried to pull away at first but the look he gave her calmed that idea. He rubbed her clit for several minutes until she began to get wet. The harder he rubbed, the more she moaned through her gag. It was obvious that she was getting pleasure from this. He thought to himself that she should get a little pleasure from this since he was going to get the ultimate pleasure from her. He moved both hands to her tits now and began rubbing her already hard nipples in circles. Her moans of pleasure were louder than ever and his hard on was growing harder by the minute. He knew that he wasn't going to last long inside of her and that he had to do what he planned to quickly. As he massaged her breasts he prepared to mount her. He pushed his hips forward until his cock was pushing against her wet cunt. She protested against her gag loudly. "Shhhhh Maria. Do you want the rag out of your mouth?" She quickly nodded several times. "Are you going to scream or yell or make any noise if I take it out?" She shook her head no. He took the rag slowly out of her mouth and placed it beside her pillow. "Now I am going to ask you something Maria and if you lie I will punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes" she replied. "Good. How old are you really?" She looked at him and knew instantly that he knew. "I'm only 16" she sobbed. "Good answer Maria. Why did you lie to me?" She thought carefully before answering. "I was afraid that you would tell my boss." She replied. "Well now you know that you can't lie to me because I will find the truth. Tell me how many guys that you have really fucked?" Maria studied him carefully. Could he really know this she wondered. "I didn't lie about that, I have had sex with three guys." He knew she was lying but couldn't really prove it. That pussy was the cleanest cunt he had ever seen. He doubted seriously if it had ever been fucked, but he let it go. "Well Maria, you are about to get the fuck of your life. I hope you're ready." And with that he pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock into the entrance of her cunt. She moaned in pain as it ripped into her flesh and tore it in two. He smiled at the realization that she had been a virgin and pushed even harder. He felt and saw the blood spurting from her hole as he pushed deeper and deeper. Her back arched stiffly in a futile attempt to stop him from going further. Finally all 9 inches was inside of her and he began to work it slowly. Her muffled sobs was all that he heard as he picked the rhythm up to a faster pace. He slowly laid his naked body on top of hers and forced her to take his tongue into her mouth as he fucked her harder and harder and pinched and squeezed her tits. After fifteen minutes of hard fucking he felt her cunt loosen some and her body relaxed. She was kissing him back and was even moving her hips with his. It seemed that she was enjoying this, but he knew that the time had come. As he continued to kiss her, he moved his hands from her tits to her shoulders and began massaging them. This relaxed her even more and she began grinding her hips harder with his. She was trying to cum. He took his mouth from hers and began to kiss her breasts. He knew that he was trying to build up the courage to start and once he started it would be ok. His hands slowly inched from her shoulders inward but she was too into the sex to notice. She was even thinking that this was all part of his game and now she was getting the pleasure that she wanted. Slowly his hands crept toward her slim, pretty neck. "I can do it, I can do it" he kept saying to himself as he slid his hands toward her throat He heard a hard moan escape her throat as the first wave of her orgasm shook her. The time had finally come. He slid both hands all the way around her neck from both sides and clamped them down tight. The startled look she gave scared him because he knew that it was real this time. Her head shook violently back and forth at first as she tried to shake his hands loose. He pushed his cock as deep as he could into her and kept his tight grip on her neck. At first some sort of strange cough-gagging noise escaped her throat but now all he heard was a loud wheezing. Her head was still shaking and now her hips and chest began thrashing wildly in an unsuccessful attempt to throw him off of her. He squeezed her pretty neck even harder now, looking into her soft but wildly scared brown eyes as he did. The sounds that she had made earlier were gone now. He was over one minute into it but he knew it wasn't over yet. He continued moving in and out of her cunt. Her body was semi still now except for a few jerks and convulsions. He looked into her wide open eyes but he didn't think that she saw him. Her tongue hung loosely out of her mouth. He kept his stranglehold tight for another minute. Suddenly her whole body seemed to come to life in a hard, back arching convulsion that seemed to last for thirty seconds. Every muscle in her body, including her pussy muscle, was quivering and jerking spasmodically. Finally the convulsion was over. Her back laid down gently onto the bed and every muscle in her body went limp. He suddenly felt a warm rush of liquid against his cock. Thinking he had cum without knowing it he looked down and saw that she had pissed herself. He knew then that she was dead and he suddenly came harder than he had ever cum before. Wad after wad shot into her dead pussy until he fell on top of her totally exhausted. He let go of her neck. The first thing he saw was the purple black ring his hands had caused. Then he saw her staring up at him with that death glaze. He closed her eyes for her and pushed her tongue back into her mouth with his. He finally climbed off of her and went to her bathroom. He filled her tub up with scalding hot water and went back to get her. He placed her into the tub and made sure all of his cum stains were washed clean. He then took her clothes, sheets and everything that he touched and put them into one bag. He took over two hours cleaning up every possible print that he could have left and then silently exited her house through the back door with the bag in hand. He burned it later that night as he left to go back home and search for his next Maria.
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A Night With Kari (an Homage to Jeff)
I sat nervously looking out the window of the bus and clutching my backpack to my chest. The plan was sound, but I knew it wasn’t foolproof. There were still a thousand unforeseen hiccups that could upset it. Still, if all went well the night would end with me satisfied and the girl dead. A ripple of pleasure ran through me in anticipation. I still didn’t know her name, nor did I care to. She was young and pretty and she lived alone. That was all I needed to know.
I first saw her at a Dairy Queen in Portland. It had been June, the beginning of one of the hottest summers Oregon had ever seen, and people were dressing for it. She had been sitting at the counter with a friend eating a Blizzard, wearing a tee-shirt and short-shorts. She was about 20, by the looks of her, maybe 5’4”, 110lbs, with long, slender legs and a rounded ass. I wanted her immediately. I watched her discreetly from the back of the restaurant, enjoying the way she licked the ice-cream off her spoon and let her flip-flops dangle from the souls of her feet as she chatted with her friend. She had a habit, I soon realized, of biting her lower lip, which she probably knew made her look cute. I wanted to bite her lip too… and her tongue. I wanted to do other things to her as well.
Although she certainly fit the profile for the type of girl I like to prey upon, I wasn’t yet thinking of her as a potential victim. The key to having fun but staying out of jail is to remember that just because you see a pretty girl surrounded by friends in a mall doesn’t mean you can get her alone in the woods with no one to connect you to her. If I can’t find a plausible way to get a girl in a favorable situation, I walk away.
Besides, I live about a hundred miles to the south of that Dairy Queen and I had only stopped to get a burger on the way home. I was just about to pick up my tray and leave when I heard something interesting in the girls’ conversation. Up to that point it had been all about the latest bands and the hippest fashions. But then the subject turned to the weather.
“God, it’s hot,” her friend said, pressing her milkshake against her forehead.
“Believe me, I know,” the girl replied. “My house doesn’t have air-conditioning. I have to leave a window open all day just so I can sleep at night.”
I don’t think I heard a word they said after that. It had been a year since I last snuffed a girl, and up until that point I hadn’t seriously contemplated doing it again. But the hunger always returns, just when I least expect it, and it had returned. Although I wasn’t yet sure if I would go through with it, a plan was forming in my head. I went out to my car and turned on the A/C. The girls followed five minutes later, hugging each other and getting into their separate cars. My girl got into an Accord and pulled out of the parking lot. I followed her cautiously for about ten miles until she pulled into the driveway of a small rundown duplex just on the edge of town. I noted with optimism that the other half of the duplex had a “For Rent” sign in the lawn, so she didn’t have anyone living adjacent to her. The garage door opened, she drove in, and then a few seconds later the garage door closed again. I waited a few minutes, then slowly drove past the house. I didn’t see any open windows, but I came back a week later and found that the window in question was in the back of the house where she no doubt thought it would attract less attention from thieves. Fortunately (for me -unfortunately for her), having the open window at the back of the house also meant that any intruder would get less attention from nosy neighbors. At this point I knew that I had a real opportunity before of me, and despite the distance I drove every day after work to Portland to spy on the girl. I learned who she was renting the house from, and that she lived alone. Although she occasionally brought men home, she didn’t have a steady boyfriend and most nights she was the only occupant. I learned where she worked and when she got home. I still didn’t know her name. The days continued to get hotter and she continued to leave her window open. A month later I was confident enough in my plan to put it into action.
I stepped off the bus about three blocks from her house. I had left my car at home. It was the only way. Knowing she would still be at work, I walked the short distance to her house and then made my way to the back alley. Sure enough, the window was open. I pushed my backpack in and then climbed through myself, into the kitchen.
The house smelled like candles; definitely a woman’s home. I opened up my pack and slipped on the rubber dishwashing gloves. I wasn’t overly worried about fingerprints because I was going to make sure the house didn’t look like a crime scene, but I was going to be touching a lot of her stuff and I didn’t want to leave prints over everything. The walk had made me thirsty, so I opened the refrigerator and helped myself to a coke. Then I found a large black garbage bag and dropped the can into it. It was 3:30, which meant the girl would be home in an hour and a half. I had work to do.
I turned the refrigerator to defrost, emptied all the food into the garbage bag, and then cleaned the freezer and refrigerator. Next I cleaned the bathroom, a half-hearted job but enough to make it look like it had been cleaned. Then I went to the bedroom. The girl had a waterbed, which made things a little easier for me. Using a hose, I got the draining process started while I worked on taking apart the bed, which was an Ikea manufactured job. Once the mattress was drained I took it along with the disassembled bed out to the kitchen. I would move them into the girl’s car when she got home.
I wanted to make sure not to leave any items behind that someone moving would be sure to take with them, so I brought her computer, her jewelry, a photo of her parents, some stuffed animals, and other items of financial or emotional value into the kitchen as well. By the time I was done it was about time for her to get home, so I got my .9mm out of my backpack and waited.
Fifteen minutes later I heard her car pulling into the garage so I hid behind the door, taking deep breaths to calm myself. I heard footsteps and then the door opened. In order to gain the girl’s submission, I knew that I had to show her I was capable of violence. So as soon as she walked through the door I hit her hard on the back of the head with the butt of my gun, and she fell to the floor with a cry of pain and surprise. I was immediately on top of her, the barrel of the gun pressed against her temple and my left hand covering her mouth.
“Don’t make a sound,” I hissed into her ear. “I’ll kill you if I have to.”
But of course she was confused and scared, and her first reaction was to scream, so I hit her in the back of the head again.
“Get to your feet,” I said. She was breathing really hard, and I was afraid she might hyperventilate, but she managed to stand. I took my hand away from her mouth. Although she was on the verge of sobbing, her breath coming in jagged spurts, she didn’t scream and she was obviously trying to be quiet.
“That’s a good girl,” I said. “Just relax and do what I say and everything will be fine. Understand?”
She nodded timidly. Looking around, she saw all of her belongings and no doubt thought she was being robbed.
“Good.”
I took a moment to look her over. She was wearing a light, short sleeve blouse, a skirt that highlighted her beautiful thighs, and sneakers with ankle socks. I wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her right there, but I resisted the temptation. I was going to do this right.
“The first thing we’re going to have you do,” I told her gently, “is write a couple of letters.”
I had her sit down at the coffee table in the other room and I placed a notepad, two envelopes, and a pen in front of her. “You’re going to write exactly what I say. You’re not going to try to work in any codes or secret messages. I will hurt you very badly if you try to deceive me. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“The first is to your landlord. All I want you to write is, ‘Because of some personal issues, I have to move in a hurry. I’ll be out by the time you get this,’ and then sign your name.”
She looked skeptical. “But what is it you’re trying to do?” she asked.
I pointed the gun at her.
“Alright,” she said, and began to write. When she was done I looked it over and approved it.
“Now I want you to write another note, this one to your work. You’re going to write the exact same thing.”
Her look was that of despair, but she wrote the note. I then had her write the addresses on the envelopes, stamp them, and lick them. Finally I had her put them in my backpack.
“Okay, now we’re going to go into your bedroom and pack. You’re going to pack as many clothes as you can into your suitcase.”
“Are you going to kidnap me?” she asked.
“No,” I said, which was the truth. “Just do it.”
When she finished packing I had her put the suitcase in her car. She started to put it in the trunk, but I stopped her. I wanted to leave enough room in the trunk for her corpse, so I had her put it in the backseat. I then had her move all of her stuff, the bed, the computer, etc., into the car as well. The only thing I left was the comforter from the bed. I didn’t want to take the chance of getting cum on her sofa, so I had her lay the comforter over it.
“Now,” I said, “take your clothes off.”
A look of terror flashed across her face. She didn’t move and for a moment she didn’t say anything. Finally, she managed to stutter, her voice breaking, “Why?”
“Nevermind,” I said. “I’ll take it from here.” I pushed her onto the sofa, on her back, and sat on her. She started struggling wildly, her hands flailing at my face, her legs kicking. I slapped her across the cheek. She continued to fight, so I slapped her again, harder this time, and she stopped. She was sobbing deeply, so I clamped a hand over her mouth. It wouldn’t pay to let her get too loud. With the other hand I reached between her tightly clenched legs and started rubbing her pussy. I was hard as a rock and itching to fuck her.
“Listen, Sweetie,” I said, “the more you scream the more I’m going to hurt you. If you just shut the fuck up I’ll be out of here before you know it, okay?” I cautiously removed my hand from her mouth. She turned her head to the side, looking away from me, but she didn’t scream. Her young face was more beautiful than ever, streaked with tears and contorted in fear. I pushed my face against hers and licked her cheek. She didn’t like that and tried to push her head farther away, but I wanted a taste of those full, juicy lips. Putting my hand on her chin, I turned her head so she was facing me, then I gently bit her lower lip. I wanted to kiss her, but of course she resisted. My tongue pried between her soft lips, explored her teeth and gums, and eventually worked its way into her mouth. Her tongue tried to avoid mine but couldn’t. I kissed her hard like that for probably half a minute. She started to get restless again and I decided it was time to get some pussy. I had decided against wearing a condom because I don’t like them and because my plan hinged on disposing of the body so that no one ever discovering it anyway. If they ever did discover it I was fucked, because I was planning to leave copious amounts of DNA evidence on and in the poor girl.
Just as I was fumbling with my zipper, trying to control her with one hand, her phone beeped. I ignored it. It was hard enough trying to fight the girl and fuck her at the same time without a third distraction. Finally I managed to get my fully erect cock free and started to push her legs apart. She started fighting and yelling again so I hit her on the head with the gun. This seemed to stun her, and I took advantage by pushing her skirt up over her hips and pulling her panties down. She had a nice, moderately sized pubic mound, shaved of course. I probed it greedily with my fingers, enjoying the feel and the smell of her.
I was just about to penetrate her when her phone beeped again. It sounded like a text-message. Reluctantly, I decided that I should check it out, and it was good that I did. It was from some guy listed as “Dan.” Dan wanted to know when he should come pick her up tonight. I texted Dan back, “can’t make it tonight, will call later.” Of course, she wouldn’t call later, but Dan would get over it.
I went back to my prize. She wasn’t exactly wet, but I had expected that and came prepared. I rubbed some lube from my backpack onto my dick and then into her cunt. I enjoyed the wet, squicky sounds the folds of her flesh made as I messaged the gel into them. I could have just fingered the bitch for the next ten minutes and been happy, but she was regaining her senses and starting to struggle. Clearly she was going to fight me the whole time. I decided that now would be a good time to penetrate her, while she was still dazed. Grabbing her by the ankles, I pulled her to the edge of the couch so that her hips were on the armrest and her legs hung off the end. Although I had removed her panties, she was still wearing her skirt, which had ridden up to her stomach and somehow made her look more vulnerable. I pushed her legs as far apart as I could, moved my pelvis up to hers, and thrust my cock into her young cunt.
Oh, Heaven! In that moment I knew that my murder-lust wasn’t a curse, as I had often thought, but rather a gift from God. Her pussy was so tight, the sensation of her flesh against mine so perfect, that I often wish I could just live my entire life in that moment. I fucked her like that for probably five minutes, thoroughly enrapt. She wasn’t enjoying it nearly as much as I was, though, because she started squirming and twisting her hips, trying to slip me out. Eventually, she succeeded. I tried to push my way back in right away, but she was fighting so hard it took me half a minute to get my cock back into her pussy. After another minute or so of fucking, I slipped out again and she wouldn’t let me back in. I decided that enough was enough.
I had originally planned to strangle the bitch with my bare hands, but I had thought of something better while I was fucking her. I got off of her and let her calm down a little bit. After a minute I told her that I was almost ready to go, and that I only needed her to do one more thing for me.
“Take off your shoe,” I said. “Don’t ask why, just do it.”
She hesitated, but after all the horrible things I had done to her, taking off her shoe didn’t seem that bad. She untied it and slipped it off her foot.
“Now take the laces out,” I said.
She did so and handed them to me. I now had my murder weapon. Without another word I jumped on her and wrapped the shoelace around her throat. That really got her attention.
“No!” she cried. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! Don’t kill me!”
I tightened my makeshift garrote slowly, enjoying her rising panic with each increasing level of pressure on her throat. At first she couldn’t speak, but could still breath. Then I pulled tighter until her air supply was cut off. I would loosen the lace every thirty seconds or so to give her a few quick breaths, so that she wouldn’t die too quickly. My erection was still strong and I was ready to fuck her again, for the final time. She was losing strength and could no longer fight me, so I guided my cock up to her cunt and thrust myself violently into her. My cock sank in to the hilt, my balls slapping against her pussy. I fucked her furiously, ramming in and out of her cunt like a piston in a high performance engine. By this time I was pulling the shoelace as hard as I could and it was really digging into her neck. Her cheeks were bright red, and after a few minutes her entire face turned that color. Her tongue started to protrude unnaturally and I kissed her once again, fully enjoying her dying mouth. After another minute or so I realized that I couldn’t hold off any longer, so I pumped my hips as fast as I could, squeezing the shoelace with all my strength, and finally came, an eruption that coated the now dead girl’s womb with my semen.
I continued pumping for another half a minute after the primary ejaculation just to make sure that I completely emptied my balls into the girl. Finally I let myself slide out and I exhaled a deep breath of satisfaction.
“That was good,” I said simply, and slapped the corpse playfully on the ass. She looked awkward spread out like that, with one shoe on and one shoe off, her face purple. I unwrapped the shoelace from around her throat, taking some of her skin with it. It had dug in far enough to draw blood. I gathered her up and carried her limp body out to the garage, where I dumped her in the trunk of her car along with her panties and her other shoe. As I was making sure I had all of her stuff together, I came across her purse and rummaged through it. There was money, which I pocketed, some credit cards, which I would throw away, and of course a driver’s license. Her name had been Kari and she had been nineteen.
I drove back to my house where I parked Kari’s car in my garage, out of sight. When I took her out of the trunk there was a voicemail on her cell phone. It was from Dan. He was tired of getting blown off and he wasn’t going to take it anymore. He didn’t ever want to see her again. I could guarantee that he wouldn’t.
I took Kari out to the woods in implements. One day I would go for a hike with her arm stuffed in my backpack, another day I’d bring her head. Within a week I had her scattered about the forest and well hidden. Over the next year I spent my free time disassembling her car and taking the parts to junkyards. I never heard anything about a missing girl from Portland, and I assume the letters she wrote served their purpose. At any rate, she was a good kill.
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A Night With Minh
I make it a point to never kill someone I know. Or rather, never to kill someone who knows me, because I often get to know details about my victims as I’m hunting them. But if she knows me, if we have established even a casual relationship, then I almost always eliminate her as a potential victim. The reason is that I would be much more likely to become a suspect to police if that woman was to disappear. Not that anyone would immediately link me to murder, but the police would question people who knew the victim, and that could include me or people who knew me. The margin for error for a serial killer in today’s world is razor thin, and as a rule, it’s much safer to kill a woman you have no connection to.
Which is why I resisted the urge to kill Minh for so long. I met her when I moved my daughter into her college dorm. As we were unpacking, the door opened and a beautiful Asian girl walked in, followed by her parents. She had beautiful deep brown eyes and a petite but spectacular body. As I chatted with her parents, I couldn’t help but think that it was a shame I wouldn’t be able to sample their daughter. She would have felt good dying beneath me, I mused.
Minh was my daughter’s roommate that year, and although she moved out to get a place off-campus her sophomore year, the two remained friends. I saw her occasionally, but not enough that she would have recognized me out of context. Each time we met I felt a fresh hunger in my loins and with pangs of regret had to force it to subside. For more than a year she was just an idle fantasy while I satisfied myself on other fare. I didn’t start to seriously think of her as prey until the night of the party.
She was involved in some university-run organization that promoted the involvement of parents in school activities. Its purpose, I suppose, was to show the parents how their kids were living, what their classrooms were like, etc. Well, Minh was throwing a party (it wasn’t really a “party” by college standards, but rather a get-together), for a dozen or so students and their parents. My daughter was of course invited, and she brought me.
Because many of the students, including Minh, were under twenty-one, there was no alcohol, and thus the atmosphere was rather laid back. Some would say it was boring, but not me. Minh, in contrast to her usually conservative attire, was wearing a short skirt. It wasn’t what I would call slutty, but it showed off her young body in a way I had never seen before. I spent the better part of the evening sneaking covert glances at her, my eyes following the curve of her hips down to her slender but shapely brownish thighs, then to her exquisite calves, slender ankles and tiny high-heeled feet. It was hard not to stare, but I had to keep from being too conspicuous. I was beginning to realize that I was going to violate my rule of not killing acquaintances. I just had to figure out how.
My lust was keeping me from thinking straight, so excused myself to the restroom to masturbate. As I stroked myself, I thought of Minh’s full lips, of her delicate neck and lively eyes. I thought of spreading those long legs of hers and fucking her as she begged me not to hurt her. I imagined by hands clamping down hard around her neck… Just then, I heard her unmistakable girlish laughter from the living room. The sound brought her essence home to me, and I came into the toilet.
When I returned to the party, I was much calmer and able to think clearly. I got myself a pop from the refrigerator and noticed a large butcher’s knife in the sink. I looked at it for a second, then returned to my daughter.
As luck would have it, she was talking with Minh. The two were laughing and generally enjoying themselves.
“You remember my dad,” said my daughter.
“How’ve you been, Mr. W____?” asked Minh. “Are you having a good time?”
I smiled wide, as I was genuinely enjoying myself, and told her she was a fine hostess.
“Could you do us a favor?” she asked, digging a digital camera out of a purse. “Could you take a photo of the two of us?”
I was happy to. We found a nice spot and the girls put on a silly pose. The photo came out well, we all agreed. They both looked beautiful.
My daughter and I stuck around for another couple of uneventful hours. Before we left, I carefully placed my cell phone on the floor of the spare room, where the coats were being kept. As we said our goodbyes, I said to Minh, “I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.”
The party was on a Saturday. The next day, I bought a fake beard and wig. I put them into the trunk of my car along with a bottle of homemade chloroform and a pack of condoms. This is what the police would call a “rape kit.” I had everything I needed. Now to make the arrangements.
I couldn’t just show up at Minh’s place without calling. For one thing she might not be at home, and for another she might not be alone. My daughter would undoubtedly know her number, but after Minh’s body was discovered it would eventually come out that I had inquired about her, which would look suspicious. I had no alternative but to go through the phone book. There were a surprising number of Minh H---s in the city, and I had to call each of them. Not from my home phone, of course, because that too would leave a trail. I spent about fifteen minutes in a phone booth tracking her down. When I finally got the right number I recognized her voice immediately.
“Hi, is this Minh?” I asked. “This is Mr. W___. You know, Chelsea’s father.”
“Oh, hi,” she said.
“Listen, I think my cell phone might have fallen out of my coat at your house yesterday.”
She took the phone into the bedroom where the coats had been. “I’m not seeing it,” she said. I guided her, asking her to check near the head of the bed on the left side. I had had to slide it slightly under the bed so that no one would see it while the party was still going. After another thirty seconds she still hadn’t found it and I asked her to check if it fell under the bed.
“Aha!” she said cheerfully. “Yeah, it’s here.”
“Oh, thank God!” I said, feigning relief. “Would you mind terribly if I stopped by to pick it up? Or are you busy? If you have company I could come back later.”
“No, I’m alone,” she said. “You can get it now if you want.”
Fifteen minutes later I pulled my car up to a curb that was probably 500 yards from her apartment. I didn’t want anyone in the building to recognize my car. I put on the beard and wig and checked myself out in the rearview mirror. I didn’t look particularly convincing, but it was 10:00pm and dark. Besides, the disguise was just to prevent neighbors from identifying me. She lived in a fairly big complex, and chances where someone would see me at some point. This way, if anyone remembered anything, it would be that a bearded man with long hair was the last one to see the victim alive.
I slipped the chloroform and the condoms into my pocket and started walking. As I got into the apartment complex, I noticed a few people loitering about, but they took no notice of me. I was getting nervous and exited, as I always do before a kill, and I just wanted to get to her apartment as quickly as possible without attracting too much attention. Finally I got to her door and rang the bell. I stood there for a second before I remembered that I was still wearing the disguise. I quickly pulled it off and tossed it behind a garbage can just moments before the door opened.
“Look what I found,” said Minh with a friendly smile, waving my phone. For a moment I couldn’t say anything. She was wearing short cotton shorts and a tight fitting tee shirt that accentuated the shape of her waist and breasts. I got the sense that this was how she dressed for bed, casual and comfortable. I doubted that she was aware of the full power of her sex appeal. She wore no makeup and I guessed that she probably rolled out of bed looking like this.
“Thank you so much,” I said, taking the phone. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t found it.”
“No problem,” she said.
“By the way, could I use your bathroom? I’ll be quick.”
She showed me in and I made my way to the bathroom. I locked the door and found a washcloth. I poured a lot of chloroform onto it. After a couple of minutes I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and came back out.
“I found this in your bathroom,” I said to Minh, holding the washcloth in my cupped hands and looking intently at it as if it contained something interesting. “I have no idea what it is.”
She approached me curiously. As she looked down at the cloth, I clamped it down hard over her mouth and nose with my left hand as my right hand held the back of her neck and kept her from pulling away. She yelped in surprise and her hands grasped my wrist, but she wasn’t strong enough to give me any trouble. I slid behind her, keeping my left hand, with the washcloth, over her mouth. I used my right arm to pull her body back against mine, letting my hand slide under her cotton tee shirt. I could feel the muscles of her smooth belly contorting as she tried to fight. It didn’t take long for the drug to take effect. After a few seconds her arms went limp and she slouched in my grip. I just held her like that for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her body pressed against mine. I let my hand wander from her stomach down past the waistband of her shorts. I immediately felt pubic hair; she wasn’t wearing any panties. I let my fingers explore her pussy, at first rubbing against the lips, then plunging deep into the warm fleshy folds.
“I’m going to enjoy you very much, my dear,” I whispered, gently kissing the back of the unconscious girl’s neck.
But I couldn’t do it here, in the living room. That would be too messy. There was going to be a lot of blood, and I didn’t want to spent the whole night cleaning up. I carried her into the bathroom, her bare limbs swaying limply, and laid her down on the tile floor. Then I quickly made my way to the kitchen. The butcher’s knife was no longer in the sink, but I soon found it in a knife block next to the stove. It was about six inches long and quite sharp.
Just to be safe, I locked the front door, then returned to the bathroom. Minh was still out cold. I sat her up against the toilet and pulled her shirt up over her arms. Her breasts were smallish but very well formed. I leaned in close and licked her rough brown nipple. She seemed to stir, although her eyes remained closed. The chloroform was close by on the countertop if I needed it again.
I picked her up and repositioned her so that her stomach was resting on the bathtub edge, her head and upper body inside the tub, her ass and legs outside. This position held two advantages for me: Her pussy and ass would be easily accessible, and she would bleed into the bathtub when I cut her throat. I pulled her shorts down past her hips to her knees, admiring her beautiful golden skin, and slapped her shapely ass with delight.
“I hope you like girl,” I said to the knife, “because you’re going to get a feast tonight.”
I turned on the shower, and the water sprayed down on the Minh’s back. The sound of the drops hitting against the porcelain of the tub seemed very loud, but that would probably keep neighbors from hearing any noises my captive might make.
By this time my erection was telling me it was time to get started, so I hastily pulled down my pants and pulled the condom over my dick. I laid a bath towel down next to the tub to cushion my knees and knelt behind Minh. Using my fingers, I spread her vagina lips and snuggled the head of my cock against the narrow opening. Then I slid myself into the girl with one smooth push.
I think I muttered something like, “Oh God.” It felt so good. No matter how many times I do this, I never get tired of it. I didn’t hate Minh. If anything, I’m sure I would have rather liked her, if I had gotten to know her better. But there was nothing in the world that could equal the pleasure of raping and killing an attractive girl like herself, and I was too indifferent to fight the desire.
I thrust my hips slowly but forcibly, sending my cock deep into her canal. The sensation of my flesh grinding into hers became my entire world, and I failed to notice my fingernails digging into her soft thighs, scratching deeply the lovely brown skin. That could possibly have left evidence, I would think later, but for now I was too lost in pleasure. In fact, I was so preoccupied with the doomed girl’s pussy that I didn’t immediately notice that she was looking back at me with confused, quizzical eyes.
“Stop,” she said groggily, brushing her dripping hair out of her eyes. She was still under the influence of the drug and not entirely sure what was happening to her. I was so startled that for a moment I stopped fucking her and just stared at her. But there was no time to lose. In another few seconds she could start screaming. I had to act.
I grabbed her wet, slippery hair in my left hand and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. With my right hand I picked up the knife and held it under her chin.
“No!” she yelled loudly, coming to her senses too late.
The knife cut into her delicate throat easily. I slid the blade through her flesh from ear to ear. There was a spray of blood, most of which was washed away immediately by the shower. The girl’s hands flew instinctively to her throat, trying to close her wound. It was useless, of course, as I had severed her windpipe. She would die of asphyxiation before she died of blood loss.
Knowing that I could now enjoy her at my leisure, I plunged my cock back into her pussy. She began to squirm even more than before, as if she could afford to be worried about cock after what I had done to her throat. Still, she clearly didn’t enjoy being raped. She pushed with her toes against the tile floor, trying to stand up, but her bare feet just kept slipping.
I began to work up a nice rhythm, pounding her dying pussy harder with every stroke. She was such a tight little thing that I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it up for more than another minute. She would be dead by then anyway. If I wanted to do anything else with her while she was still alive, a dramatic finale, now was the time to do it
I grabbed the knife. Still fucking her with all my might, I reached under her and pressed the tip of the blade against her chest, right between her breasts. I felt her grab my wrist, but she was too weak to pull it away.
“Almost over now,” I told her. “You’ll be dead very soon.”
The orgasm was rapidly approaching. I fucked her as fast as I could, my cock plowing greedily into her, like a starving man who was just given a sandwich. I could feel it… Yes... It was coming… Just a few more strokes…
As the first wave of semen erupted out of my cock, I plunged the knife deep into the girl’s chest. I felt her whole body spasm, including her pussy. Her death throes only increased my pleasure and I shot load after load. Her arms hung lifelessly at her side, rocking slightly with each thrust. I continued to pump mindlessly into her corpse for probably thirty seconds after I had emptied my balls, out of sheer momentum, I suppose. Finally, I shriveled up and slipped out of her.
I took a deep, satisfied breath. The shower was still raining down, and I watched the droplets splash against her back and then run down the side of her body. There was quite a bit of blood swirling around in the tub. I would have to leave it on for a while. I pulled the knife out of the girl and let the shower wash away the blood. I then washed it very thoroughly in the sink, making sure to wipe away my prints. Then I got dressed and looked around to see if I had left anything behind that could be incriminating. As I was searching, I came upon the digital camera that I had used just the other night. Whimsically, I turned it on and looked at the photo I had taken just one night before. I looked away from my daughter, feeling a twinge of something like guilt. Then I looked at Minh. She was smiling vibrantly, happy and full of life.
Returning to the bathroom, I pushed Minh all the way into the tub and flipped her onto her back. She was certainly dead. Her eyes had that half lidded, vacant look that you can’t fake. I love that look. She was still quite beautiful, even in death. Some would say even more so. Having figured out the camera the night before, I had no trouble getting a few close-ups. We had quite a photo shoot before I left. I posed her in every way my degraded mind could imagine. By the time I was done I had used up all the memory in that little camera and had taken over a hundred snapshots. I don’t usually take mementos from my kills, but then again, I don’t normally kill girls I know. I guess there’s an exception to every rule.
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