(NOTE: The following story was written in collaboration with fellow Dark Fetish Net member Evil Geek)

1.

Antonia Franco was very excited. Today she would meet Estella Lopez, her online friend. They met online on a website catering their kinks. They both shared this fetish, and eventually they learned more about each other. It turned out that they had more in common than being into pantyhose. At first they only knew each other from their online names: Antonia was FemGeek and Estella was MissMurder. Soon, they were discover that both shared the same age and sex. They were both 18 year old girls.

This made Antonia very happy. She was a loner in high school, no friends and kept to herself. She had only her sci-fi and horror films to keep her company, not to mention feed her desires. Slowly but surely, Antonia realized that she would get aroused not just by seeing women in pantyhose, but by watching them die as well. It made her feel like something was wrong with her. It was tough enough being a geek in high school, but it was even tougher when she would try to fight her urge to stare at her schoolmates' legs and feet. But now, knowing that there was someone else like her, she felt like she had a friend for the first time in her life.

Estella Lopez had the pantyhose and death fetish too. The only real difference between her and Antonia was that she wasn't a loner. She had friends, fellow geeks who were into movies and video games. But they had no idea about what turned her on, and she would never want them to know, even though there were times she was afraid she was exposing herself on occasion. She remembered the time she was hanging out with some friends and they watched the old sci-fi horror film The Creeping Terror on tv, featuring many shots of women's legs in stockings and hose as they were slowly devoured by the creature. She started getting wet between the legs and realized she was breathing a little faster. She stopped, hoping her friends didn't notice. But meeting Antonia gave her someone she could share those thoughts with.

Antonia felt the same way. Over the months, they shared pics and stories, and opened up with each other about their innermost thoughts. They talked about how they were both virgins, and wondered whether they would indulge their fantasies with any men in their lives. Antonia managed to get over her shyness and took pictures of her own hosed legs and feet, sending them to Estella for her thoughts. Estella thought Antonia's legs were hot and was very complimentary, which Antonia really appreciated. She was a virgin, never had a boyfriend, and never gone to any social events or dances at school. She wondered whether she was attractive or not. Estella instilled some confidence in her, even admitting her own virginity, and it made a difference.

Eventually, Estella brought up the possibility of meeting up. She lived in the West Coast and Antonia lived in the East Coast, so it seemed the chance was very slim. But then Antonia's school had scheduled special trips to various universities in the East Coast, and she used this to convince her mother that she was going to one. She told her that she would be visiting three different schools over the weekend on a bus, but in reality she used the money her mother gave her for the trip, and some cash out of her savings to take a flight to California to see Estella, who was going to be home alone the entire weekend while her parents were out of town.

Now Antonia was here. It was Friday afternoon and the shuttle dropped her off in front of Estella's house. She walked up to the door with her baggage and rang the doorbell. She was excited and nervous, because as much as they knew about each other, they never saw each others faces. Only pics of their legs and feet that they shared with each other.

The door opened, and Antonia was greeted by the sight of Estella. She was a tanned girl, taller than Antonia, with thick hipster glasses over her brown eyes and wavy shoulder length brown hair. She was wearing a sweater vest over her long-sleeved white blouse and a pleated tartan skirt, which was part of her school uniform. She was also completely barefoot.

"Hi Antonia!" said Estella, smiling and confident. "Very nice to see you." Antonia said the first thing on her mind, which at that moment was Estella's size 13 feet.

"Uh, hi." she said, feeling awkward. "Sorry."

Estella laughed and smiled again. "Yeah, I know they didn't look that big in the pics I sent you. Hope that's not a problem." "No it's not a problem. I just couldn't help but want to see them up close, hehe." Antonia chuckled.

"Well don't be a stranger, come on in! Like I said, mom's seeing her sister in San Diego and dad's away on business." said Estella. She then looked over Antonia as she walked into the house. Antonia was short and slim, with long straight black hair. She was wearing a light blue sweater and dark blue jeans, with Converse Hi-Top sneakers. She also had glasses, only these were regular frames. Estella liked what she saw. "We have the whole weekend to ourselves." she said in a suggestive manner.

Antonia noticed that, and wondered if Estella had something else in mind, aside from what was planned for the weekend: watching movies and tv shows with their favorite fetish scenes in them, talking about their lives, and of course, wearing hose. She remembered how sometimes Estella would make comments about masturbating to her pics, or how she would sometimes think about having sex with her. But Antonia wasn't really interested in being with another girl. She hoped Estella understood that.

2.

For a while, Antonia and Estella talked to catch up on stuff and to really get used to seeing each other in the flesh. Antonia felt less and less awkward and nervous, and eventually felt very comfortable. She like Estella and finally felt what had been missing for the past few years, what it's like to have a close friend who understood everything. Eventually, Estella brought up the movies she had and how they could start watching some of their favorites.

"But first..." Estella said while smiling mischievously, "I think it's time to get into our pantyhose. I'm going to go put them on, here's the remote if you want to watch some tv." Estella left and went to her room. Antonia turned on the tv and relaxed for a while. But then she felt something odd. She felt unnerved. She didn't know why.

But the Geek Killer knew why. He was watching her from the back yard window, hidden behind some bushes. He had been there for an hour already, spying on Estella, watching her as she came home from school and took off her shoes and socks. Then she answered the door and let in this new girl he didn't know of. He's been watching them since.

The Geek Killer was a serial killer who had started his spree two months ago. His victims were all geeks that he found online, at comic book stores, or at conventions. He mostly focused on girls, but occasionally killed male geeks as well. He killed in various ways, using whatever was available, or even just his bare hands. He found Estella at a nearby comic book shop, buying comics and talking with the staff. She was definitely a geek and he had her marked as his latest victim. But now there was this new girl, Antonia. Listening in to their earlier conversation, The Geek Killer realized she was a geek too. "She'll make a nice addition to my list" he thought.

Suddenly, Geek Killer accidentally stepped on a twig and caused a loud snap, startling Antonia. She jumped up and turned in the direction of the backyard. She froze for a second but then slowly approached the sliding door that led to the yard. She opened the door and stepped out, then walked out into the middle of the yard and looked around. Nothing. Geek Killer quietly stepped into the house through the open door. Antonia then turned back, walked back in and closed the sliding door.

As Antonia walked back in, suddenly a figure stood right in front of her. Antonia gasped and jumped back. It was Estella.

"Oh my god, Estella, you scared the shit out of me!" said Antonia. "What's wrong?" asked Estella.

"Nothing, I just thought I heard something and went out into the backyard. I don't know, I thought maybe it was a peeping tom or your parents or something." responded Antonia.

"Come on, Tonia, I think you're being paranoid. Don't worry, you gotta relax, honey." said Estella, gently caressing her hand on Antonia's face. "God you're such a cutie!" she laughed. Antonia smiled in response.

"Hey, what do you think?" asked Estella, as she stood back and revealed her pantyhosed legs. "You like 'em?" Estella then stretched out her leg and gave Antonia's foot a playful touch with her toes.

"Mmm very nice legs, Estella." said Antonia. "I guess it's my turn, huh?"

"Wouldn't be a party without Antonia Franco's legs in pantyhose!" said Estella. "You can change in my room."

3.

Antonia went to Estella's bedroom to change. It was a nice room, with a tv, laptop, stereo. It had it's own bathroom. She noticed the different movie posters on her wall. Among them were the posters to "Halloween II" and Alfred Hitchcock's "Frenzy", which made her smile. She wondered if her friends and family had any idea that perhaps Estella liked that movie for reasons other than its quality. She opened her bag and started to change, not knowing that watching through a crack in the closed bathroom door was the Geek Killer, now inside.

He watched as Antonia took off her sneakers and socks, revealing her bare feet. He liked what he saw, including the dark painted toenails. He watched as she took off her pants, sweater and undershirt. He watched as she sat down and changed into a pair of stay-up stockings, raising one leg, slowly pulling up a stocking all the way up, then putting her leg down, bringing the other one up, and doing the same to that leg with the next stocking. He thought she did it in such a way, like she was showing off for someone she knew was watching. At least that's how his sick mind interpreted it, even though he knew that wasn't true.

Soon, Antonia was dressed in her white tank top and her tight khaki shorts, showing off her hosed legs. She then put her Converse Hi-Top sneakers back on. She always liked this look of pantyhose and sneakers. Geek Killer liked the look, which he hadn't seen on any of his previous victims. They usually wore boots, heels, or flats with hose, if they worse hose at all. He came for Estella but was now just as excited about murdering Antonia today. It was her bad luck and his good luck that she came to the house on this day.

Geek Killer was so enamored with his new prey, he forgot where he was and accidentally pushed the bathroom door an inch, causing a loud creaking that startled Antonia again. She turned in the direction of the bathroom door and slowly approached it, stretching out her hand towards the doorknob. Finally, she got a hold of the knob and pushed the door open, causing another long creak and revealed the entire bathroom to her sight. There was nothing there. Just the sink, toilet, and bathtub with a shower curtain closed around it and --

"Doing okay in there, Tonia?" asked Estella from behind the bedroom door. Antonia turned around and went to the door, opening it. "Yeah, everything's okay. What do you think?" Antonia asked, changing the subject to her new outfit. Estella looked her over. "Wow, Tonia, you look really sexy in those stockings."

"Thanks, Estella. I wish the boys at school felt the same way." said Antonia.

"Oh, fuck them. They're too stupid to realize what they have in front of them. You probably just scare them because you're not just dumb cheerleader with no brains. You're a smart geek. But I bet if you dressed more like this at school you'd definitely get more attention for sure. I'll tell you what, if I was a boy at your school, I'd totally ask you out. And I'd hope to get some during our date!" laughed Estella.

Antonia smiled and appreciated the compliment. But she also felt a little uncomfortable with Estella's last comment. She noticed that Estella would make comments like that more and more. But she also wondered if Estella had any intention on making a move on her. She liked Estella very much but not in that way, even if she did like her legs. She would consider massaging and enjoying each others' legs and feet, but no further than that.

They ended up going to the den, where popcorn was popped and they watched they watched their favorite scenes from films and tv shows. They sat on the couch and had their hosed legs stretched out onto the table in front of them. Estella raided her parents liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of vodka. "So how about it, Tonia? Wanna be a little naughty?" asked Estella. "Oh no thanks, Estella. I don't drink." "More for me, then!" said Estella, pouring the vodka into a glass with ice.

Estella then began rubbing her hosed feet. "Man, my feet are so tired. All day at school, running from class to class. Hey Tonia, do you think you could rub my feet?" Antonia said "Yeah, okay." and Estella moved her legs up to Antonia's lap, as Antonia began to massage them. "Ohhh yes, that's so nice" said Estella. Antonia enjoyed the feel of Estella's hosed feet, very smooth and soft. She even liked the scent. Meanwhile, Estella loved every minute of Antonia's hands on her feet. There was a loving touch to them. It got Estella hopeful for the possibility of taking things further with her friend.

Soon, after the foot massage, they were watching some of Halloween II, specifically the scene where the Latina nurse gets killed and the scene where Nurse Jill is stabbed. During that part, a slightly drunk Estella said out loud "God damn that's so fucking hot!" then she leaned in close to Antonia. "Do you ever fantasize about being killed in your pantyhose?"

Antonia turned to her. "No, I never have. But you do?"

Estella responded "Yeah. All the time. I find it hot to imagine someone killing me while I'm in pantyhose. I like to imagine what it would feel like. I've heard stories about people having an orgasm when they die. Can you imagine how intense that must feel. Wow. I also like to imagine what the killer would would do with my dead body."
Antonia responded "Wow, that's really hot. I've never really thought of it that way. I always like seeing girls get killed in hose but never thought of being one of the girls."

Estella carefully moved her hand onto Antonia's hosed leg. She gently stroked her hand up and down the leg. Antonia realized what Estella was doing but decided to let her do it. Besides, it felt nice. Estella continued "It is hot. Think about it. The act of murder is so intimate. It's between you and the killer. I bet it's like making love. Only each of you is having a different kind of orgasm."

Estella then slowly started moving her hand up Antonia's thigh. "I know I sound freaky saying it. But sometimes I wish it would happen for real. I think about different guys doing it to me. And I also like to think of a girl doing it to me." she said, as she then started slowing rubbing her pointer and middle finger against Antonia's crotch. This was too much, thought Antonia. She immediately got up.

"Okay, that's enough Estella. I'm not looking for that. I just want to have fun wearing hose and watching clips." said Antonia. "Look, I think you're hot and I love that I know you and we've become friends, but I'm not into girls in that way, that's all." Estella felt embarrassed. She immediately kept her hands to herself. "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I think I might've had a little too much vodka." she chuckled nervously. "I hope I didn't ruin the day for you."

"No, it's cool. Don't worry about it. Anyway, I gotta go pee. I'll be back." Antonia said. "Oh okay. Do you want me to put something else on?" said Estella. "Yeah, sure." said Antonia, then she left.

"I'm sorry." Estella said quietly. Then she sat there by herself. She felt embarrassed. She also felt a little sad. "Good job, Estella. She's probably going to want to leave and never talk to me again. Why am I so stupid?" she said while knocking back the rest of her vodka. A tear formed in her eye which she quickly wiped away.

4.

Antonia went into Estella's bathroom and shut the door. She pulled down her shorts and peed, letting out a sigh of relief. As she pissed, she looked around and saw the bathtub with the shower curtain closed. She liked the design on it, not to mention that it covered every inch of the inside, so you couldn't see anything.

She finished, then got up and checked herself in the mirror. As she did that, she looked at the sink counter and saw that her socks were placed there. "That's weird, I don't remember leaving my socks there." she thought to herself. She picked up the socks to put them away and felt a warm stickiness to them. "What the fuck?" she said, checking her fingers to find a white sticky goo on them now. She barely had time to comprehend what it was when she felt a sudden blast of hot air against her neck.

She looked up at the mirror to see two things. First, the shower curtain was open behind her. Second, and more importantly, there was a large muscular man standing right behind her. The hot air she felt was his breath. Panic and horrifying fear immediately filled her body. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened wide, drawing in so much air as she prepared to scream the loudest scream she would ever give out.

Only she never had the chance to scream. Antonia barely let out a second of a yelp before being interrupted and stopped dead as Geek Killer grabbed her head and in one uninterrupted move, twisted it all the way around. Her head was now completely 180 degrees, facing him, while her body remained facing the mirror. Her eyes had instantly rolled up into her head and her body violently spasmed a few times before finally going limp. Antonia Franco was dead.

5.

Meanwhile, back at the living room, Estella had been watching the scene from the first Halloween where Lynda's character gets strangled to death. Estella put her hand up to her neck and pretended to be strangled along with Lynda, while rubbing her hand over her hosed legs. After the scene, she noticed that it had been a while since Antonia left. She got up and went to her room, stumbling a bit on the way. "Wow, must be drunker than I thought!" she thought to herself.

She entered the room and saw that the bathroom door was closed and stood near it. "Hey Tonia, are you all right? You didn't fall in did you? Hey Tonia, I just wanted to say how sorry I was if I made things awkward back there. But it's all water under the bridge, right? Tonia? Tonia?" She knocked a couple times and yet no response. "Okay, Tonia. I'm coming in, last chance." She opened the door slowly and found...nothing. Just a pair of Antonia's sneakers on the floor, with her glasses on top of them. She picked one up and looked at it. Then, feeling still feeling a bit naughty, she went ahead and gave the inside of the shoe a quick sniff. Estella closed her eyes and smiled. Until she noticed something sticking out of the corner of the bathtub, between the curtain and the wall. A stockinged foot, hanging over the edge of the tub.

Estella quickly pulled open the shower curtain, and the unexpected sight before her caused her to drop the sneaker, landing right in front of her own hosed feet, with a loud plop. Sprawled out on the bathtub, was Antonia's dead body...only her head was turned all the way around, only exposing the back of her head to Estella while the front side of her body was facing her. It looked like some kind of weird special effect made with a dummy. The sight instilled a mix of emotions in Estella. First, there was confusion. "What the hell is this?" she thought. Then there was realization. "Oh my god, is that..." and then horror "OH MY GOD, ANTONIA!" the words filling her mind. Her mouth opened wide and she covered it with her hand, in absolute shock. She gasped, stood back and stared at the corpse.

Then panic set in and she immediately looked all around her. Whoever...whatever did this to Antonia must still be here! And it was then that she heard the sounds of birds chirping. She looked over and saw that the bathroom window was all the way open. She went over and looked out to see that there was nothing in the narrow walkway outside except trash cans, and the brick wall that separated the property from the alley. The culprit must be long gone, she thought, as she closed the window. Then she turned back to see the mangled ragdoll that used to be her friend. Tears began to fill her eyes. She felt a crushing sadness. The words "oh...antonia" quietly escaped from her mouth. Antonia's still corpse suddenly let out a twitch, causing Estella to close her eyes.

She knew that in addition to losing her friend to such a horrific death, she also was in a lot of trouble now. She would have to call the police, and they would ask questions, and both her and Antonia's parents would find out soon. She could easily avoid mentioning all the pantyhose fetish stuff, she could just say that they met online discussing sci-fi and horror films and became friends out of that and nothing more. But it would still be such a tough period of time to go through.

And then...as a minute passed...Estella started to feel something else. Curiosity. She opened her eyes and looked at Antonia. She looked at how still Antonia was. She wondered how it happened. Was it quick? Painless? Painful? She concluded that it was quick, but not painless. Then the curiosity faded away and something else faded in. Arousal. She couldn't stop looking at Antonia's legs and feet. They were so sexy. And now they were just limp appendages. They didn't even belong to Antonia anymore, she was gone. But they were right there, left for anyone to look at. To admire. To touch. To enjoy. The arousal grew stronger in Estella. The temptation was too strong. When would she get the chance to experience this, to enjoy a sexy corpse? "I can always call the police after I'm finished" she thought to herself.

And just like that, Estella dropped to her knees and grabbed Antonia's limp stockinged feet and pushed her face into them, breathing in the lovely scent of those Italian feet. She would kiss and smell and rub the feet all over her face, while using her other hand now to stroke Antonia's legs up and down. "I know you would understand, Antonia." she said out loud. "And if it had been the other way around, I would have no problem with you doing this to me!" She then stood up and took Antonia's foot and stuck it under her skirt, rubbing Antonia's toes against her pantyhose covered pussy. "Oh my God, Antonia! I'm in heaven!" she exclaimed.

"Not yet." said the voice standing behind her. Estella's eyes opened wide at the same time that she let go of Antonia's foot. She didn't have time to do anything else as suddenly the cord from Estella's old SNES system was wrapped around her neck. The Geek Killer pulled her up, so that her hosed feet were now dangling a foot over the bathroom floor. Estella began to scream but the cord was tightened and the scream then turned into a high-pitched whine, and then into no sound at all. She kicked and bucked around like a crazy wild animal that wanted freedom. Her legs would go high up in the air, even higher than her head at some points. She tried to pry the cord loose but it was impossible, the cord was dug deep into her flesh. She could only succeed in scratching up her throat around the cord, leaving behind scrapes and scratches.

He was strangling her hard, with no remorse at all. He wanted her to suffer. It wouldn't be a quick death like the other girl. This would last. "Just like the movies, huh bitch?" he snarled at her. "That's right, fight it, it'll make it last longer!" Estella couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything. The only she could do was struggle, and that wasn't doing anything but wearing her out. Her heart was pounding so hard in her little chest that it hurt. She knew that there would be no escape, which made her panic more.

In her mind, Estella began to beg and pray. "Please God, I don't want to die. I'm only 18. Please don't let me die. I'm sorry for what I did to Antonia. I'll change. I'll be a different person. I won't think these thoughts anymore. Just let me live please!" But it did nothing, for she could only feel herself grow more tired, she could feel her face becoming flush, she could feel her head becoming more and more tight like it was about to burst. Tears were rolling out of her bulging eyeballs. Her nose was running as she constantly sniffed hard in her attempts to bring in oxygen. Sticky strands of saliva formed in her mouth and oozed out her lips along with her tongue, which was sticking out so long, it was like it formed a mind of its own and wanted to run away from this madness.

Estella's life energy began to fade. Her legs were no longer kicking up high and fast, they were now lowering down, giving out pathetic slow kicks. Her fingers were stuck between the cord and the flesh of her neck. The sounds of the world were being drowned out by a sound of what sounded like rushing water. She caught a glimpse of Antonia's corpse in the tub and realized that they would be found like this, dead in their pantyhose. Eventually, their secret fetish would be discovered when the authorities look into her emails and saved chats. There was nothing she could do but die.

At that moment, she began to feel herself let go. But there was also a feeling of intense pleasure in her vagina. It grew stronger and stronger and she let it take her. The pleasure filled her whole body as her sweaty toes clenched up in her hose and her eyes rolled up. Then she immediately went limp -- her head, legs, her entire body. One of her hands managed to go free and hung down as well. She was lifeless and still. Her feet twitched a few times, but soon they were still again, dangling limply over the floor. A stream of urine ran down her hosed leg and formed a puddle on the floor. Estella Lopez was dead.

6.

"Hijo de puta!" cursed Maria Lopez in her car. She was driving home and someone had cut her off. She didn't honk, she just cursed out loud and continued on her way. She wasn't in the best of moods this evening, because of an argument she had with her sister over lunch earlier that day. She had planned to stay with her over the weekend at her house in San Diego, but things got heated while they discussed personal issues. Maria knew it would be better to let things cool off, rather than let them simmer over the weekend and make things worse. So she paid for the entire lunch, and told her sister they would have to reschedule their plans.

She pulled into the driveway of her house and thought to herself how disappointed her daughter Estella would be that she wouldn't get the weekend to herself, as planned. Maria figured she could make it up to her with dinner somewhere nice. But first, she wanted to take her shoes off and lay down on her bed and watch her favorite show Forensic Files, because traffic took a lot out of her. Maria was in her 50's and kept in good shape for her age, with a body that was slightly thicker than it was twenty years ago, but still firm and sexy. Her black straightened hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was a real estate agent and always dressed smartly, whether she was working or not. Today she was wearing a grey blazer with a white sleeveless button-down blouse underneath, a knee length skirt, dark brown pantyhose and black strappy heels.

"Estella? Are you home?" said Maria in her heavy Spanish accent, as she entered the house. "Estella? Mija are you home?" but there was no response. She saw that the tv was on with the main menu to the Halloween DVD playing. She sat down and picked up the remote, changing it to her DVR for new episodes of Forensic Files. Maria was always into watching programs about real crimes. For reasons she couldn't understand, she preferred the episodes about women victims. She loved the details about how most of the victims were usually raped before or after the murder. Maria watched about five minutes of an episode about a young store clerk who was kidnapped and murdered. She hit Pause during a part where they recreated the murder with actors, when the killer was dragging the body of the victim, and there was a close up of her socked feet dragging on the ground.

Maria was so into the episode, she didn't realize until now that there was an open bottle of vodka and a glass on the table. "No puede ser..." said Maria disapprovingly. She got up from the couch, knowing she would have to have a serious talk with her daughter about this. "Estella! You and I have a problem! You better have a good explanation for this!" she said out loud while walking to her daughter's room.

She entered the room still talking out loud to wherever her daughter was. "I said you can have friends over but I never said you can have liquor when you're only -- AY DIOS MIO!" Maria stopped in her tracks as she saw someone sitting on the toilet, a young girl about Estella's age. Maria figured it was a friend of Estella's, "Ay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in --" but then upon closer look she noticed something was wrong. She stepped closer to the bathroom, noticing the girl wasn't moving. The girl was sitting on the toilet but she was leaning back, and her head was cocked to the right side and looking down, away from Maria. Her legs were stretched out beyond her, with her shorts down to her bare feet, which were covered in cum. She looked like she was using the toilet but was in fact not moving at all. Maria finally realized that this young girl was dead.

Maria put her hands to her mouth and let out a loud scream. She then immediately ran out of the room. "ESTELLAAAAAAA!!!!" she screamed as she ran through the house, wanting to leave but more importantly wanting to find her daughter. She ran to her own bedroom, and opened the door. As she opened the door, she was greeted by her daughter's dead body, which had been propped against the other side of the door.

Estella's body stood for a second before finally falling limp onto Maria, knocking her down and landing on top of her screaming mother. Now Estella was keeping her down with her dead weight, and Maria was forced to stare into Estella's dead face that was now blotchy and purple, with rolled up bulging eyes, and a grossly protruding tongue. There was dried cum on her face. She looked more like a demon from Hell than her little baby girl. Maria couldn't stop screaming and crying as she tried to push her daughter's corpse off of her. She finally managed to do it, pushing her off and crawling on the carpet a few feet before being able to stand up and run again.

Maria ran for the nearest phone, but one of her heels broke off in the process, almost knocking her down again. She kept herself up and continued, stumbling through the house until she kicked off both heels, and got to the phone in the kitchen. She grabbed the phone and picked it up, only to find no dial tone. She then ran back to the living room, pulling out her cell phone from her purse. She was too much in a panic to notice that the Geek Killer was slowly approaching her from behind, holding something behind his back. Maria frantically dialed 911. "Ay por favor contesta!" she pleaded as she waited for a response. Finally, the other end of the line picks up:

"911, what is your emergency?" asks the dispatcher.

Maria opens her mouth to answer only to stiffen up and open her eyes wide. The only thing she could let out of her now gaping mouth is "EEEEGGGGHHHHH UHHHEEEEGGGGHHH....."

"911, what is your emergency?" the dispatcher asks again.

"EEEEGGGGHHHHHGGGGGHHHHHUUUuuuuuuueeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh" Maria trails off, eyes rolling back into her head. She then drops the phone to her side.

Geek Killer stands behind her, one hand clutching Maria's ponytail very tightly, the other hand holding a large sewing needle that is currently buried deep into the back of her head. He then lets go of the ponytail and reaches down for the phone, picking it up.

"Sorry, wrong number." he says before hanging up. He then swiftly pulls the sewing needle out of her head, causing Maria to drop straight down onto her knees, then pivots to the side and eventually lands on the floor face up and legs stretched out. The Geek Killer looks down at his recent kill, tilting his head in a curious manner. He looks at her rolled up eyes and wide open mouth. He then looks down at her hosed Mexican feet as they twitch on their own. He then looked over at the tv as it was still playing Forensic Files. He smiled at the irony. Then he picked up both of Maria's hosed ankles and dragged out of the room, leaving behind a trail of blood from the back of Maria's head on the carpet.

The Geek Killer dragged Maria's body to her bedroom. He then picked up Estella's body and placed it on Maria's bed, sitting up. He then goes into Estella's bedroom and picks up ended up taking Antonia's body off the toilet and into Maria's room, sitting her up side by side with Estella. He strips each body carefully, placing all their clothes and hosiery on the floor, side by side, separated from each other. He then picks up Maria's body and plops it down across Estella's lap, leaving her ass and legs hanging over the end.

"Mmmm...three sexy dead bitches. Two geeks and one mature bitch who was in the way. Time to have some fun!" he thought to himself.

He then stripped himself and proceeded to fuck Maria's dead ass while she was on laid across Estella's lap. Eventually he came hard inside the mature Mexican corpse, then he pulled out and shot some more across her ass and lower back. He stood back to recover, which only took him a few minutes.

Geek Killer then walked over to the other side of the bed, to where Antonia was sitting up. "Honey, you weren't even the one I came to kill, but you were my favorite." he said. He then put her stockings back on her, leaving the rest of her still nude. Her head was now back facing the right way, but it was obvious by the loose flesh around her neck what had happened to her.

"Man, all this gave me a hearty appetite! If you'll excuse me, I'm off to have some dinner." he said. He ended up eating in the kitchen, taking his time with the food without a care in the world. He knew he had all weekend to enjoy himself. And he would. By Sunday night, he did. Repeatedly.

EPILOGUE.

By Monday afternoon, Ruben Lopez arrived home from his business trip. He was eager to see his family again. After arriving, he noticed a bad smell filling the house. He went to the bedroom where the smell was the strongest and what he discovered would traumatize him and leave him damaged for the rest of his life: Three dead bodies on his bed. A strange girl he had never seen before, his only daughter, and his wife. They were laid on the bed, side by side, legs hanging over the end of the bed. They were naked except for their hose and stockings. They had dried cum in and around their vaginas, mouths, asses, and feet.

The police arrived after receiving calls from neighbors about a man standing outside his house screaming non-stop. The bodies were photographed and looked over by CSI. It didn't take long to conclude that this was the work of the Geek Killer. By Monday night, all three bodies were checked into the morgue. They would be processed together, toe-tagged and slabbed. Just like they were discovered, they were placed side by side. The latest victims of The Geek Killer, numbers 13, 14, and 15.

Antonia Franco and Estella Lopez had lost their virginities and became the most popular girls in their schools. Just not in the way they had hoped.


VICTIMS:

Antonia Franco, 18 -- broken neck, sexually violated post-mortem

Estella Lopez, 18 -- strangled, sexually violated post-mortem

Maria Lopez, 47 -- stabbed (back of head), sexually violated post-mortem