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    So you're back huh. I'm not suprised , I've been expecting you. Oh, you  want to know how I got started hunting- well it started like this.\par
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   I was born out Los Vagas way , just outside of town, at least back then. My people were some of the first white settlers in the area and we still had a fair piece of land. The goverment bought some to build that big dam and for the lake. Gramps figured the town would grow so he bought quite a bit of empty land in and around town. Dad grew up and married the girl next door, course next door was about ten miles or so beween ranches, her family being in cattle too. They had me first thing and then Daddy went off to fight but he never come home and Mom just kind of withered away and died in a few years. I think the car crash that took her folks was the last straw. Gramps meanwhile had been approched by the wise guys that were moving in to build all them gambeling places about selling them some land but he talked them into leasing it instead and sort of helped them get things going. By the time I was in high school I knew a lot of the movers and shakers and was a friend of the friends if you know what means. When Gramps died I was left with a bunch of empty desert land and a lot of money from the leases, I think about eight or ten million a year even back then, real money. Anyhow I was this hick kid who hung around and played at being a bigshot. I got pretty good with a camera and got to fuck a bunch of the showgirls because all the bosses knew me and called me mister so the girls figured I was somebody. It wasn't long before the new girls in town got the word that maybe I could help them break in to the biz so I was seeing a lot of new faces. I did put in a good word for a few that I guessed would make it anyway although I never could understand why these pretty women - girls really- wanted a job that made them half whore at best and would finish the job before too many years. Still I was in hog heaven and enjoying it. I'd take a few pictures of them both dressed and not and they would thank me with their bodies and I gave them the pics. All very neat and tidy. I kept some of the girls I wanted to recommend and just promised to put in a word for the rest. I would have gone on like that forever except I ran into one that didn't play by the rules and so changed my life, hers too come to think of it.\par
   She was younger than most of them and told me she had struck out and was running out of money and really needed a job and if I could help she would be most greatful. I had a spot way out in the desert by a small cove in the lake that I'd always wanted to use for some girley shots so I took her up there. She even brought her suitcase cause she'd been kicked out of her room so we could try different outfits. Well I messed around most of the day taking shots of her in everything she owned and then we got down to the good stuff. Kid you can't believe what women used to wear under their dresses in those days. When they took off the first layer they was still covered up. Bra , garter belt , stockings , panties , this thing that held in their gut, garders , and god knows what else was all under there. She would only go down to her bra, panties, garters and stockings for pictures so we got done pretty fast but still I shot about three rolls of film. After we were done she started to get dressed and I told her not to bother as I had planned to stay there and get to know her better. Well you would think the world had ended right there and then. The bitch slapped me and told me that she was not that kind of girl and no gentleman would take advantage of a lady like that. When I told her the wonderful job she wanted would have her fucking some high roller within two weeks if one of the bosses didn't break her in first she slapped me again and called me a liar. I was getting tired of her slapping me so I grabbed her and threw her down on the blanket and sat on her. She only fought harder and finally I slapped her back and that calmed her down a bit. I tried to explain how things worked , I wasn't wasting all my time and film cause I liked her eyes , I expected something in return. Sex to be exact, with her , here , now. She wasn't having any of it and still kept trying to hurt me so I got mad. I slapped her a good one and while she recovered I grabbed the belt off her dress and tied her hands behind her back. I then used mine to tie her ankles together and then took a break. I didn't think a lady knew those words and she showed me more of them when I copped a feel of her tit.We just sat for a while and I really tried to explain how things were done out here and what she was in for but all she could do was bitch me out and call me a prevert and a rapest and a bastard. Finally I was pissed off and told the cunt to shut up and put out willing or I was going to rape her. All I got for my troubles was an attempted kick at my head so the hell with it. I pounded in two stakes and tied her feet wide apart to them and pushed her down onto her back. Fighter that she was she tried to headbutt me so I placed another two stakes by her neck and tied her down with a rope across her neck. I stripped down and brought a jar of vasoline back with me and as I was tired of her mouth i gagged her first. Even tied down she still twisted and fought as I ran my hands over her body but this only made me hotter and I noticed her staring at my steel hard dick like she had never seen one before. I pushed her bra up out of the way and found most of her tits went with it , all she had of her own would fit under the palm of my hand and still leave my fingers spread out covering her chest. Very nice little tits but they looked unfinished. I played with them for a while and she quit struggling untill I pulled her panties down when it started all over again. With her legs spread as far apart as they were I couldn't pull them very far down so I used my knife to cut the waistband on the sides and just let the front part drop to the ground. While I had my knife out I cut her bra beween the cups and let it fall to the sides. Her little pussy was lightly furred and was just a slit beween her legs and I thought she was as pretty as a picture so I took a few. She was not happy about that either but tough shit. I wondered what she would taste like but she bucked and fought so much I had to threaten to cut her in order to make her lay still enought to eat without losing some teeth. It was worth the trouble for she had the sweetest tasting cunt I had ever sampled and I really worked her over with my mouth. I finger fucked her but found there was something in the way. I had never had a virgin before but it looked like I had one on my hands now. I stopped groping and looked at her face which was covered in tears and was bright red in shame. I ungagged her and instead of more cursing she just sobbed and refused to meet my eyes. I asked her if she was truly virgin and how old she was and what the hell she was doing here all alone trying to get a job as a show girl. Yes she was a virgin and her age was unimportant and she had run away from the dirty old man her mother married. He had wanted her to do the same things as I did and she would like hell do them for anybody. The job thing was because of a article in Look about the vagas showgirls and their wonderful lives. Look wouldn't lie so I must be. As she talked she got madder and madder at me and soon was going to see me in jail forever and ever even if I let her go right now. It was dawning on me that the only way out of the mess I was in was to kill her and the thought scared the hell out of me. As I thought it over I realised that rape and murder both would land you on death row so I was in as deep as I could get already. I knew people disappeared from Vagas a  lot and I had heard hints from the wise guys of boat rides and one way trips to the desert. Hell the boat that was dragged up on the beach not a hundred feet away belonged to one of them - for fishing he said but there were lots of good fishing spots closer to town and a lot easier to get to than here. What this spot had was privacy and deep water real close and the cove was hidden from most other places. It all added up to a place where bodies got dumped late at night. The cops were under control of the familys and as a friend of the friends they wouldn't hassle me unless there was a real live victim to complain about being raped. Show girls and wantabees left town all the time and nobody would miss one more so it looked like I was going to have to kill her no matter what happened or what she promised to do. She was still screaching soai gagged her again and returned my mouth to taste her once more. When I could wait no more I slid up her and with a sudden trust parted her hyman and went where no man had ever been , or where any other one ever would go after me. Once I decided to murder her everything else got simpler and I was able to enjoy her freely. She fought and bucked so hard she was about the best piece of ass ever even if she wasn't trying to make to good for me. My teeth left red marks where I chewed on her neck and tiny tits and even drew blood from one pale pink nipple. It was too intense to last for long and when she felt me shoot my load into her she just wailed behind the gag and fell limp.\par
   I took some more pics of her laying there tied and with blood and cum dripping from her little slit and a trickle running from the one tit. She seemed to have run out of tears and ignored me as planned my next move. I'd heard about anal sex but had never dared ask for it from any of the other broads and thought why not. There was no fight left as I turned her over and retied her face down untill I started to spread some of the Vasoline beween the cheeks of her ass. She kind of fought a little untill I pushed some into the tight little hole. My middle finger seemed to hit the start button and she screamed into the gag as she tried to avoid my entering her any more. Our first ass fuck was a replay of her first fuck, lots of action and movement and bucking but my dick soon was forced past the guardian ring of muscle and deeply planted in her poop chute. The noise that escaped the gag when I broke in sounded like the wailing scream I'd heard a broken legged horse make once. It came from the very bottom of her soul and I heard it in my dreams for years, good stuff. Again the fountain of my sperm in her ended the battle and I went to the water to clean up. A few more for the album and I flipped her over again and retied her only this time her hands were tied to stakes also and her neck was free. She seemed to need air so I removed the gag again and she panted like a dog. I gave her a drink and she begged me to let her go now that I'd had my way with her . She promised not to ever tell anybody about it if only I would release her and not hurt her anymore. I just let her beg and looked thoughtful. While she thought I was listening and wondering if I could let her go safely I really was wondering how to best kill her. You see the only way I ever had killed anything was with a gun and I didn't have one with me. I did have my pocketknife but it only had a three inch blade and seemed kind of short. I'd heard of strangling women but the only knowledge I had was from watching tv or the movies and mistrusted them to get it right. A large rock to her head would do it but it just seemed crude but maybe as a last resort. It was getting dark so I placed my hands on her throat and squeezed down. She made some awful gurgling noises and seemed to have a hard time breathing but every time I thought I was doing it right the sweat would make me slip and I would have to start over. I fooled around for fifteen minutes or so untill my hands got tired and I gave up. Looking back I really made her death long and terrible even if it was by accident. I finally just opened the knife and started sticking her , slowly and easily at first and faster and harder as I learned it was less work. Man there was blood everywhere and she wasn't \par
dead yet. I been stabbing her mostly in the belly because I'd hit ribs at first but When I turned the blade it slipped in beween her ribs and into her chest. I could hear the blood bubbling in her lungs and see it leaking from the many wounds but still she lived. It was even leaking from her mouth and suddenly I was horny as hell again. Ignoring the mess I climbed on and entered her for one last time. I pumped like mad and listened as she ran down. I could hear her heartbeat and feel her wet labored struggle for air as I shot my load and as I shrivled inside her she gave one last great try and just quit.\par
   I just lay there on her bloody body untill it was dark and wondered at what I had done and what would happen to me. I had raped and murdered a young girl not in rage but in cold blood and I knew my life would never be the same. At least I knew what to do with her poor abused remains, I'd heard talk of how to dump a body in the lake without having to worry about it ever showing up again. I found a large rock and tied it to both her neck and foot and dragged her to the waters edge. As she lay there and I washed the blood off I thought she looked very sexy and somehow I was hard again. I tried to do her one more time but my heart was not in it so I settled for a fast jerk off. I never have any interest in my kills after the blood lust cools but am often horny and relieve myself by hand- strange but there it is. Anyhow I put the rock in the boat and towed her corpse out to deep water where I cut her belly open and let the rock pull her down into the dark waters. More rocks and her suitcase followed with all her stuff. A feeling of power came over me as I realised that I had made a person just vanish from the face of the earth and to this day I get a bigger kick out of the ones never found than any others. I cleaned up the beach except for the bloodsoaked sand but the lake was rising and soon would wash away the stains.\par
   The next day I showed up at all my usual haunts and tried to act normal but I was jumpy and expected a cop to grab me at any time but of course nothing happened and life went on. A few days later the barkeep told me Anglo was looking for me so I hunted him up. Anglo was one of the younger family guys and I was pretty sure he'd already made his bones but we got along well and often drank together. Turned out he had a small problem he hoped I could help out with. Did I know of a spot where a unwanted car could be dumped into a deep spot in the lake? I thought  and suggested that maybe that wasn't the best idea cause somebody might see the oil slick and poke around. Did I have any other ideas on how to dispose of said car? Ya I did and offered to drive him to an old mine shaft up on Mom's old ranch. The thing was over five hundred feet stright down and was easily big enought to fit a car down. Nice and secluded and nobody ever went there it would be perfect. Well Anglo agreed that it was just what he was looking for and thanked me. We just sat as the sun went down and drank and bullshited. This might be a good chance to learn from somebody who knew more than I did. Very careful not to get personal or ask for too many details- I didn't want to get asked to take a ride sometime-I steered the conversation around to general methods and things that happen with killing. I asked Anglo if he had ever heard any of the made men talk about their work and how it was done- no names of anything like that- but I'd been hanging around them quite a while and was interested in the subject. He asked me if I  was looking for a job and I said hell no just idle interest. Well we spent a long time and I got a graduate course in murder that night and often used what I learned. Years later he made some comments to me that made me wonder if he remembered that night and had guessed at my hobby but he never asked or told anyone that I ever heard about, the family was always good at secrets.\par
   My life went on as always except every so often either I would get the urge or some babe would give me a chance that I just couldn't pass up and there would be another body in Lake Mead. I was more careful about picking them up and got lots more creative about playing with them and expermented with different ways of killing them. I discovered the joys of fucking a bitch while she fought for air and life and found methods of extending my fun while still causing extream pain. I learned my trade well and would one day practice it around the world.\par
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   Thats how it all started. You know I wonder if that first one had just given me a blow job or a quick piece of ass if I would have ever started hunting. Who knows maybe all those hundreds of poor totured and killed girls would have lived and had kids and grandkids by now. I wonder if her soul is bothered by the thought that it may be all her fault. Funny how things work out. \par
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