The FBI... how fun. Biting her lip she tried to see past the people blocking her view. The local police were doing their usual thing. Trying to keep civilian eyes from prying into the latest "tragic killing" of the Reaper. It was quite frustrating. When one creates art, it is meant to be shown. Meant to be seen. Sighing she dared to get a little closer. When she was finally able to get a glimpse of the body laying there, delicious shivers coarse through her body. Just one glimpse was all it took. She quietly slid behind as people pushed forward all trying to see. She walked away from all the noise, barely keeping her composure.
When she turned the corner several blocks away, she collapsed against the wall of a building, breathing heavy. Sweet memories flooded her closed eyelids. The musical sound of screaming, sweet taste of fear. Again she shivered with delight. Her breathing quickened as she re-saw her work.
"Hello?" came a scared, quiet voice. So soft and pleasant. Soon it would be screaming. A chuckle threatened to escape her throat. The young woman was lying on the bed, tied to each corner by scraps of her very own shirt. Her name was Sarah. A redhead with very shapely breasts, which were now bare and hard due to the cool temperature of the room. Making them cold helped make them feel more vulnerable.
"Listen...my dad, he is rich. He'll give you anything. Everything. Just let me go.." Sarah begged. Yes...Yes...continue. Beg. Whimper. She smiled openly when Sarah complied. Moving around in the shadow just out of the girl's view sent her into a frantic plea. The sound of her rising fear sent electric currents down her body, making her heated and ready. "Shhhh.... " she said teasingly. In truth she didn't want Sarah to be quiet. Just the opposite. Ahhhh soon the screaming....
Walking around behind the bed, still in the shadows, she grabbed another scrap of the torn shirt. No need for Sarah to see her face just yet. Once the girl was blindfolded, she began to whimper again. "Poor thing." she crooned, stroking the red head's soft face. there was water... tears. She couldn't resist, bending over she licked up the salty liquid. The girl had gone deadly still after hearing her voice. She winced when she felt her tongue touch her skin.
so soft. Being so close to her was so tempting. Her breathing picked up as she looked over the girl. Her hands itched to touch. Her teeth ached... one, just one... No. She needed to enjoy this. Ever so gently she stroked the girl's torso, smiling when she began to struggle. Yes Sarah.... fight me she thought. She looked over to her side table, which held all her toys. What to use first? Grinning she took a small scalpel. It was such a tiny, sharp blade. Perfect.
"Sarah..." she crooned in a husky whisper, bringing out a sob from the girl. How delicate she sounds she thought, so quiet.
"Please..." she begged again. "Alright." She said, ready to start. With a gentle hand, she dragged the scalpel down the girls face, not leaving a trace, but letting her know what was about to happen. More sobbs. not enough. She looked at those round breasts... and with a quick movement she made a small incision. Blood swelled from the cut and the girl began to scream as she licked it up. Warm and salty. The taste and the sound made her hot and she let out a quiet moan. More.
She mounted the girl, loving the feeling of the girl wriggling under her. Take thing scalpel she made a thing, but long cut along the girl's torso, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she listened to the begging and screaming. But this wasn't enough either.. she frowned as she looked down at the girl's buttoned jeans. A barrier which needed to go.Her tongue ran over the scalpel she held between her teeth as she lifted herself and began to unbutton the pants that separated her from the girl's smooth skin.
"No!" Sarah yelled, fighting and bucking. She let her hand fly and slapped the girl, who fell silent, but her body shook with sobs as she undid and slid the denim pants down to the young woman's ankles. Setting herself back down she shifted back and forth, enjoying the sensation of skin on silk and skin. The dark blue silk panties were fine where they were. For now. She took the blade again and traced it up and down the girl's body and she kept up her shifting movements. Heat shot up and down her body, building up. She set her tool aside and let hr hands roam, enjoying the contrast between the hot blood running from the cuts and he cool smooth skin.
Pleasure was humming through her making her breath hitch and she began rocking harder, grabbing the girl with her hands, her nails tearing into the soft skin of the girls upper arm, and causing the girl to cry harder.
"Louder" she comanded. The girl attempted to comply... only to be slapped in the face.
"LOUDER" she roared, cramming herself against her, she grabbed her by the throat turned her head to the side. Just as she was about to climax she bent down and sunk her teeth into the girl's shoulder, making her scream in pain. It was that seductive sound that accompanied her into utter bliss.
But that was only round one.
"Ma'am?" came a concerned voice. She opened her eyes, swallowing hard. It was a young man, about twenty five. Same age as Sarah. He walked over to her, she bit her tongue to regain composure. Men did nothing for her, but reliving the beginning of her time with Sarah had her humming with electricity. As he closed in he saw her remove her hand from her pants and straighten herself up.
Just knowing what she had been doing filled his eyes with lust. She smiled...men. ugh. but she was no different. Predators... always on the hunt.
"Seeing death makes more happy to be alive.." she explained, giving him a come-hither look. He smiled and leaned close to her. "Can i help" he panted in her ear. Help? hell no... but she looked him up and down. She was still pulsing and needed her fix. She smiled and put her hand on his shoulder. Slowly Pushing him down she grinned at him and then trailed her other hand down her own body. His hands roamed up her legs and grabbed her hips as she unbuttoned her pants.
"Can you follow orders?" she asked, revealing dark blue silk panties. She fingered the edge teasingly and bucked slightly, hating the lust he displayed with no shame. He nodded like a good dog and she closed her eyes.
"Down boy." She said in a sigh. He wasted no time, and she both hated and enjoyed every second of it. Hated the fact that he was doing it, but loved the pleasure that flooded through her. As he worked, she moaned, and let images float before her again.
Moaning loudly she laid on top of the redhead, who sobbed. Taking the girl's face in her hand, she kissed her forcefully, her tongue demanding entrance. She loved how Sarah struggled. pain spiked and with shock she pulled back. She bit me? She realized with pleasure.
"Oh, good girl!" she purred, petting the girl gently. "No one has bit back before... how delicious!" she said, and with a barely held back sexual roar, she bit down on a tender breast, her tongue digging into one of the wounds she had made earlier. A scream refused to be held back as the girl struggled. The sound filled her with gratification as she went to her scalpel again. she placed it to the girl's throat and she grew still.
"Now... do you know how to follow orders?" she purred. The next hour was full of a seductive game of simon says. Sarah screamed, she begged and whimpered. She spread her legs and moaned as her asked her new "master" for more.
"oh how i love this game" she said, her hand trailing down the girl's body again. She wasn't selfish. She had her pleasure, she would pleasure this girl too. Sarah fought for a while, but the body has its weakness and despite her fear, she never stopped begging for it all to stop, she let out a scared moan after the hour of intense pleasure. She knew her way around a girl, and even if it was unwanted she knew how to pleasure.
"Now my turn again"she said as Sarah screamed. she kept the girl's legs spread as she slid herself against her. Heat. Delicious heat. She rocked herself against the inner thigh, then directly against Sarah's clit while at the same time she dug her nails into the girl's breast causing both of them to let loose a scream. Her's was of pleasure and gratification while Sarah's was of pain.
Again, it wasn't enough. She moved up on the girl, never taking herself off of the wriggling body beneath her, and removed the blindfold. There. The fear in those deep blue eyes. That was the ticket. She thurst herself against her again and again, the sensation sending her into a haze of pleasure. She stared into Those fearful eyes and laughed. Her breath was fast and her laugh turned into another moan, as she began to loose control. With her hands around Sarah's throat she rose higher and higher, her hands tightening and until she hit her limit and relaxed. Just in time too, any longer and she might have strangled the poor girl.
"Don't worry my sweet," she said breathlessly stroking Sarah's face, "I won't kill you... not yet. We have a lot more fun to have." She laughed and left the room. After all, she had only used one of her toys.
The boy was gone. She had relaxed and was once again ready to face the world. After a good solid week, she had finished with Sarah. After the scalpel had come the burning... and when all was said and done and the girl was dead, came the acid... dissolving her teeth and nail marks. Then the bleach bath.... to remove DNA. Then she had arranged the girl perfectly. As art. She was still beautiful...
And She was safe. The police had no idea. The profile that had been released was off by a long shot. They were looking for a man, in his mid to late forties who had just suffered from a hit to is ego such as a recent break up or job loss. She was a lovely 30 year old successful woman. She smiled, looking herself over in a store window as she passed by, then headed to work and eventually home to her husband.
The thing about her husband was that he wasn't there. Work-a-holic and when he actually came home he was an alcoholic. All she needed to do was supply him with food and alcohol. With the occasional blow job when he was being annoying. He was another source of income. A tool. Just like all men. Her husband was already passed out on the couch when she got home. Thank God she thought as she passed by him, a look of distaste engraved on her face. Disgusting.
She climbed up the stairs and headed to her room. Pulling open the top drawer of her wardrobe she lanced down to decide who's underwear she would wear next. She touched herself lightly, Sarah's were the blue ones she had currently. Just thinking the young woman's name made her close her eyes with pleasure. She looked again. Red were Susan's, Pink were Abigail's, and then there were yellow, black lace, and zebra print. She decided on black lace, she didn't kill the original owner. Raped and used her, yes. No her first kill was sweet and innocent Abigail.
She tensed and the thought of the sprightly blonde. Oh how her screams had sounded... so high pitched, even when she had rubbed her vocal chords raw. She wondered if she could even wait to run her bath before giving in to her desire. Hmmm, she paused. A Bath? She needed to remember to try that with her next girl. Somehow she was able to keep cool enough for the tub to fill with hot water. When she got in the water almost rose to the brim of the tub.
The hot water felt amazing on her skin. Her tense muscles slowly relaxed as she let the warmth and wrap around her. It gave her an idea... one that gave her chills. She would pull a page out of the Bathory hand book. Her lips curled as she let herself imagine it. This time...she would get 2 girls.
She could picture it clearly, as she let herself give in to the pleasure that was always there, hungry. Hm... two girls. She thought about spicing in things up... go a bit younger. Get a new bubbly college freshman and a graduate. Blindfold them both and put them together... say she had a gun and play her little game of simon says. Oh she could see it now.... Her toes curled as she pictured it. The moans would fill the air, just as hers did now. Then the hestation... She would have the older one chain the younger one up. The chains with the spikes on both ends. Then she would have her in the tub... with her own toys... make the younger one watch.
Then, she whimpered as she knew the younger one would, she would bring the second into the tub. water would slosh. she would have the older one mount the younger one, and then ride her while she rode the bottom girl. And at climax she would cut the older girl's throat. Blood would flow... hot and sexy all over the both of them. then she would have her fun with the younger girl. the water would be hot and thick and she gasped as she was suddenly taken over with pleasure.
Oh... this was going to be fun.
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