Archive-name: no_more2
From: jackm@eden.rutgers.edu (Jack Marlaw)
Subject: Story : No more part 2
Newsgroups: alt.sex.necrophilia
Disclaimer
This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals, living
or dead, is entirely coincidential.
Warning
This story contains explicit stuffs, including sex and murder. Don't
read it if you are disturbed by
these stuffs.
based on perverted fantasy
No more : part 2 (Nancy VS Leo)
"Heather, come in !"
No response, there was something wrong. The transmitter could've been
dead. This was something
I didn't expect. Heather was supposed to be ready to come to my aid as
soon as I needed it. I was
feeling nervous and sweaty. I found several pictures of dead women in
Leo's closet drawer on the
second floor. They were the missing girls. They were either hanged or
choked to death. Some of the
pictures showed them in nudity. The others discreetly revealed the
girls' sexual charms - their skirts
lifted up and their breasts revealed in open blouse. It was obvious
now that Leo was a psychopathic
killer who was into strangling women for his sexual pleasure. I tried
to analyze the situation and
take an appropriate action. I had been trained to deal with criminals
in the academy but the fact that
this was really happening scared me. My excitement took over my
rational thinking. I felt hot under
my gloves and boots, wet with sweat. I felt sweat trickling down my
cheek and my breast. It was a
hot evening filled with a lot of excitement. I checked on Heather
again and got no response. I looked
out the window, and found Heather's car empty !
"damn ! what's going on ?" I whispered to myself. I leaned against
the wall, put one of my hands
on my breast and closed my eyes. My heart was pounding rapidly. I was
too excited that I had to
calm down. What should I do ? After a while of thinking, I decided to
get the gun. It was in the bag
downstairs on the cushions. Leo was still taking shower; the noise
could still be heard. He must've
been taking shower for 30 mins which was very unusual even for me. I
cared not for it though, and
headed downstairs where I left my bag.
I had the gun in my hand and waited in the darkness of the
hallway, waiting for the girl to come
downstairs into the living room where she will be greatly
shocked. Earlier, I found her leather bag
lying on the cushion. There were a gun, a police badge and her ID in
the bag. "Nancy O'Connors,"
read the ID with a picture of her smiling face in the corner - soon to
be no more.
I decided to use Heather's body (I found the dead girl's ID after
searching her pockets.) to frighten
Nancy even more. I had stripped Heather to her underwares; she wore a
black bikini panty and bras.
Her breasts were well shaped and her private hair came slightly out of
her panty. I rubbed her
thighs, kissed her open mouth and satisfied my necro fantasy a
bit. Pushed up the right side of the
bras so that her right breast was revealed. Pulled down the panty just
a little bit so that more of her
hair could be seen. Such a beautiful site. I then hung her body in the
middle of the room with her
feet tied up.
With her body dangling there, my prick was rock hard. I had to
keep rubbing it to keep it down. I
felt a great desire to put my cock in her ass and have a wild sex. But
then I heard footsteps coming
down.
I walked fast down the stairs. I felt as if I were running for a
cover. The gun was my salvation.
Then.... I stopped abruptly and gasped. I stared in horror, eyes wide
open.
Her eyes were wide open and she stood still. She looked cute. I
quickly moved behind her and...
I felt something cold pressing against my bare back and a strong
arm reached and caught me
around the neck.
She gasped and tried to twist away. "Don't move or I'll kill you."
She wasn't resistant anymore to
my surprise. She stood still but her body was trembling. She was
arching her back forward to get
away from the coldness of the metal gun. But I pressed it
harder. "Good girl," I whispered on her
ears.
He threw me down on the floor hard. I fell down on my left hip. I
looked up at him and he had the
gun on my head. I felt helpless and frightened. I couldn't think about
anything. I felt my body tremble
with fear.
"Get up bitch," I ordered her. She did. Then I told her, "now, with
your hands, rub your partner's
thighs up and down and lick her around her panty."
I looked at Heather's lifeless body. Her eyes stared into emptiness
and her mouth was open ajar
with tongue protruding out a little. She was my friend and now she was
just a corpse. I felt a tear
drop rolling down on my left cheek. "Do it bitch !" He pushed me with
his gun on my back. I was
horrified and slowly began teasing the dead body. More tear rolled
down now on both cheeks.
Shit, this girl was like a slave. I wondered how she even got to be
a cop. She showed no sign of
any resistance. She was like a sex toy to play with all night long. My
cock was painfully surging but
I wanted it to last so I held it back. I pressed the gun on her back
again. She jumped at the
sensation. "Do it like a whore as if you really love it. Do it as if
this is your Lesbian lover. Lick her
vagina, kiss her all over her body, finger her clit and do everything
you can. If you don't do it to my
liking, you'll end up just like her." I lied of course. She'll end up
like Heather no matter what.
Nancy really began passionately kissing, and teasing Heather's
body. She put her gloved fingers
in the panty and wriggled there while she kissed and licked the
stomach. Her other arm was
squeezing the breast. When her fingers came out, they were shiny with
what's left in Heather's
vagina, sucked her fingers. She then ripped off Heather's panty and
sucked it hard. Her cheeks were
sucked in, her face was red and all sweaty. Her eyes were closed as if
she was really enjoying it.
Her hands were squeezing both breasts hard. All the while, Heather's
face never changed its hallow
expression.
My panty was all wet but the fun was just beginning.
"Now, untie her feet." Nancy complied and Heather collapsed on the
floor. "Fuck her"
I was scared for sure but at the same time, I was really enjoying
making love to Heather. Her
body wasn't too cold yet and she didn't reject anything I did to her
and that made me feel aroused. I
could feel my pussy all wet. I was bending over Heather now, kissing
her mouth and feeling her
throat with my tongue. I squeezed her breast with my right hand but
the other hand was fingering
my vagina and I came.
She moaned in pleasure as she masturbated and fucked her
partner. Then she began rubbing her
vagina against Heather's. She was now screaming. I moaned too as I
masturbated, watching her
come.
I came. It was time for the ultimate pleasure. "Stop and get up now
!" She slowly got up, panting
and her cum dripping down on her inner thigh.
I tied her wrists with the rope attached to the ceiling hook. Her
feet were off the ground. I bound
her boot ankles then. With her writhing like that, I went up to get a
tool that could be used to roll up
a rope and a pulley that I could attach to the ceiling. I came down
and she looked bewildered. I
attached the pulley right beside the hook on the ceiling and hung a
rope on it, made a noose on one
end around her neck and locked the other end to the roll up tool. She
seemed to have realized what
I was going to do to her then and looked at me with pleading
eyes. "Please, don't kill me !" I just
smiled at her. She tried breaking her bondage to no avail. Her eyes
were now full of fears. I screwed
the tool on the wall and pushed the button that activated the tool. It
started to roll and the rope went
along with it. Her head was yanked up as she gasped. Her legs began
kicking forward and
backward. Her latex boots shined.
I felt sharp pain around my neck and then found out that I couldn't
breathe anymore, the noose
was tightening. I gargled as nothing came in my lungs. I bent my
elbows to go up along with the
noose. It helped a little and I inhaled as much as I can through the
constricted throat.
I stopped the tool and left her with her elbows bent. If she let go
of the elbows, she'd strangle. It
was a great position to be at, her elbow muscles maintaining her
life. She was rasping, her
breathing was labored. She was trembling and sweats were forming all
over her face and on her
back. Using my knife, I cut the dress straps on the back and pulled
down her dress. She was
wearing black panty, bras and garter belt. She was still holding on
with her elbows. She was strong
enough to maintain that position. Now was the time.....
From behind, I reached around to the front of her panty with my
right hand and poked my fingers
through the side of the panty and slowly pushed it in her thing and
she shook wildly trying to kick
me back but my other hand firmly held her legs and was rubbing her
thighs. Her stockings felt good
to rub against. She moaned as if she was in pain but she was enjoying
it for sure. I felt my fingers
wet and counted several orgasms. I ripped off her panty.
I was beginning to get tired from hanging on with my elbows bent
like this and yet he was abusing
my vagina and I just couldn't help it. And then his wet right hand
reached up to my bra and pulled it
down hard. My breasts came out above the bras, all hard and sweaty. He
began rubbing it and I
moaned in despair and pleasure.
Finally, after about 20 minutes, her elbows slowly straightened and
as her body came down, her
neck holding the full weight. As the rope bited deeper into her skin,
she vainly tried to get more air.
At this moment, I jumped upon her body from the front, with my arms
tightly hugging around her
waist and my legs squeezing around her boots. I licked and sucked her
nipples furiously and
inserted my cock in her and began fucking. She had my weight and hers
now on her throat. She
struggled harder and harder and her body started to thrash but all in
vain as she doesn't have any
strength left in her to get any air.
I was horrified and my body jerked. I could feel all the sensations
now, him licking my nipples and
thrusting in and out of me. I came many times. It was a terrible
mixture of pleasure and pain. My
vision began to blur......
She gave a final convulsion as she died with a loud gargle. I could
feel her liquid pouring out, it
dripped and splashed on the floor. But I didn't come yet, so I fucked
her a bit more after she died
and finally came.
I lit a cigar with her dangling in front of me. Her partner laid
just next to her feet. Her boots pointed
downward, with her liquid still drooling down on her hair, stockings
and boots. Her nipples were
straight. Her head was turned backward, facing the ceiling between her
arms which were half bent
and tied up. Her eyes were half closed.
She slumped on the floor as I untied her and laid besides her
partner. I took pictures of them.
After stripping her, I stored both bodies in my basement which I used
to keep corpses at below zero
temperature. They were no more but their bodies will serve me for months.
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