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This is an extremely nasty story. Be warned.
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Alisha awoke from her sleep to realize that she wasn't alone in her
bedroom. Someone was standing at the side of her bed.
"Carla, is that you?"
"No, it's not Carla." It was a man's voice. Before she could scream
or do anything, he was on her. He pinned her hands behind her back and
shoved something deep into her mouth. She tried to spit it out and she
struggled against his grip but couldn't get loose. She heard clicking
sounds and found her wrists bound together by metal. He threw the
covers off her bed. She tried to kick him but he just grabbed her
ankles and pulled her to toward the end of the bed. She felt him cross
her ankles and hold them down. Something slipped around first one ankle
and then the other. She felt her ankles pulled apart but in the wrong
way and she was forced to turn over on her back by the pull of the ropes
around her ankles.
She was breathing hard and looking up at her captor. He was taking a
deep breath and a good look at her. He saw her lying on her back with
her sandy blonde hair spread out on the sheet above her. Her arms
behind her back made her angle her body a little to keep from putting to
much pressure on them. Her grapefruit sized breasts stood out because
of this awkward position. Her legs were wide apart. The t-shirt she
slept in had moved up to partially expose her right breast. Her pink
panties contrasted nicely with the white sheet. Her eyes were wide with
fright. She looked at her captor but all she could see in the dim light
was an outline of a large man dressed in black.
Alisha's heart was pounding in her chest. She could barely breath with
the cloth in her mouth. She was trying to spit it out but he noticed,
pushed it back in and put a piece of tape over her mouth to hold it in.
He was so damn calm. He moved to the end of the bed and looked at her
again.
"Don't go away. I've got to go take care of Carla."
Alisha wiggled and squirmed. She tried to make a noise to wake her
roommate sleeping in the other bedroom. She couldn't get any sound out
of her mouth that was more than a whimper. She heard a few noises and
then she heard a tearing noise. Alisha was very frightened by that
sound. It sounded all-wrong. He was back very quickly holding a roll
of tape.
"I didn't lay Carla out as nicely as you but I can fix that up later.
After we get acquainted."
He put the tape down on the nightstand, took off his black gloves and
sat down on the bed. He scooted over and picked up her head and put it
in his lap. She could feel the lump there and she knew that was why he
put her head there.
"Too bad, this is the only head I'll get tonight, eh, Princess."
He laughed at his little joke as he ran his hands through her hair. He
stroked her cheek with his bare hand. Alisha couldn't help but start to
cry. She didn't know what he was going to do to her but the way she was
tied up meant that he could do anything he wanted. After a few minutes
he seemed to tire of her head and his hand moved down to her breasts.
He caressed the left one through her T-shirt. He squeezed her globe of
flesh gently at first and then more firmly. He traced the outline of
her nipple with his finger. He then moved to her partially exposed
right breasts and pulled the T-shirt completely off of both her
breasts. He then took her breasts in each hand, squeezing them and
pulling on her nipples. After a moment or two of this he licked his
fingers and rubbed his saliva on her nipples. She knew that he was
trying to get her nipples erect. To her shame they were starting to
respond. He saw this and bent over blew on them. She was ashamed at
how her nipples reacted to her fear and to the friction of his fingers.
She whimpered and turned her head away.
"Come on now, Princess. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Even
graduate students get turned on by a little TLC."
Alisha didn't even want to think about how he knew she was a student.
She couldn't speak but she tried to plead with her eyes. He noticed her
looking at him and he just smiled. He moved gently from underneath her
head and moved to sit at her side. He continued to caress her breasts
pushing her T-shirt up to her neck. He cupped her breasts and then
played with her nipples. The T-shirt she was wearing kept popping back
down. He stopped playing with her breasts and took out a knife. Alisha
gasped in fear at the long metal blade. He moved the knife down toward
her chest.
"Hold still, sweetie. I'm not going to cut you."
He placed the knife between her breasts and then moved it up into
contact with the material of her T-shirt. He cut the shirt carefully,
first up one arm and then up the other. He pulled the rag from beneath
her. He tossed the ruined shirt aside all the while never taking his
eyes from her chest as it heaved from fear. Alisha looked at him with
her eyes wide. She was frightened now more than ever. She knew that he
didn't just intend to rape her. She could see that his eyes held
another desire. She moaned and closed her eyes. She shook her head as
if saying "no" to the fate that awaited her. Alisha's captor sensed
that she had understood his desire. He moved off of her and gently
stroked her cheek. She wrenched away from him.
"It's okay." He cooed. "I know you're afraid. It's normal. I'm
afraid too. We'll both get through it and, while I'm sure you won't
enjoy it as much as I will, your last few hours of life will be quite,
um, unique. I'll let you rest while I go check on Carla."
He left her lying there. She opened her eyes and all she could think
of was escape. She would find a way. She checked the handcuffs behind
her back and there was no give to them. He had them on tightly enough
to hold her thin wrists without putting too much pressure on them. She
sat up and tried to examine the ropes around her ankles. They were
knotted firmly around her ankle. There wasn't enough play in the rope
to allow her to stand. She looked around for something that could help
her. The phone on her nightstand was too far away and she had no way to
dial it. She heard him returning. There had to be something she could
do. She looked around the room, her heart racing but then he was back.
"Hi, honey, I'm back. I see you were looking for a way to escape.
That's my girl. Now why don't you just lay back and relax. You're not
going to get away from me. I've waited SO very long for this moment."
He pushed her back on the bed and she once again was laying half on her
hands. She was trying to plead with him through her gag.
"I know you have a lot of questions but I can't risk taking the gag out
of your mouth. Your neighbors are home and trying to sleep. We
wouldn't want to wake them up. Would we?"
He smiled and reached down to caress her leg with his right hand. His
left hand still held the long bladed knife. Alisha watched the knife as
he caressed first her calf and then her thigh. She finally pulled her
eyes away from the knife as his hand caressed her inner thigh. She
squirmed to try to keep him from touching her there. She saw him smile
and she stopped struggling. It was clear that he wanted her to resist.
She thought that maybe if she just gave up, didn't respond to him, that
he would get frustrated and leave her alone. She lay with her eyes
closed, breathing through her nose as he continued to explore her legs.
He seemed to be teasing himself and he didn't touch her panties or the
area covered by them. His hand then hopped over her covered parts and
caressed the skin of her belly. She felt sick and wished she could
vomit. She knew that if she did she would probably choke. That would
deprive him, at least, of his final desire but she found she couldn't do
it. She just couldn't willingly let go of life like that.
He now reached up and grabbed her chin. She kept her eyes closed and
refused to open them. She sensed that he wanted to see the fear in her
eyes and she refused to give him the satisfaction. She heard him
chuckle to himself.
"Such a strong willed young lady, eh, Alisha. Let me assure you that
there is absolutely nothing that you could do that would displease me.
You are mine to do with as I please. When I'm done with you I will kill
you. Then I'll take out my displeasure with you on your roommate.
Carla, I think you said her name was. She's not as special to me as you
are but she'll be quite fun I'm sure. Or maybe I'll kill her first.
Just to see your reaction."
She couldn't help but open her eyes and look at him as he spoke. She
looked into his eyes to try to see if there was any jesting or mercy.
She whimpered and closed her eyes when she saw none. She began,
awkwardly, to cry. She didn't want to die. She wanted to finish her
degree, get married, have kids and get a job. What right did this
monster have to do this to her. Before she had much time to think about
that she felt the warmed blade of his knife against the tender skin of
her inner thigh. She opened her eyes and craned her neck to see what he
was doing. She couldn't help herself. She had to know what he was
doing.
Knowing she was watching made him very excited. He'd needed to leave
before in order to calm the excitement within himself. Alisha was
his!! He could do anything he wanted and while he would, he knew, one
day suffer the full consequences of his actions, he didn't care. It
would all be worth these few hours of joy with her. He moved the knife
up her leg with the dull side against her skin. He didn't intend to cut
her. The knife was for her clothes not for her skin. He moved the
knife up her left leg and taking the thin material of her pink panty in
his hand he gently cut his way through. He then switched to the other
leg and did the same thing to that side. He then grasped the ruined
panty and pulled out from under her. Without taking his eyes off her
her tossed the panties aside.
He stared down at her revealed cunt. It was partially hidden in the
shadow and hair between her legs. The single light on the bedside table
did little to reveal the beauty he knew resided there. He didn't like
the idea of turning on more lights. Instead he took the small mag light
he carried and he shined that between her legs. Without touching her,
he knelt at the foot of the bed and gazed lovingly at her exposed
pussy. She tried to squirm away. He punished her with a smack on the
thigh. That only partly quieted her so he pulled her legs further apart
and held them there by shortening the ropes that held her ankles to the
legs of the bed. This couldn't be a comfortable position for her but he
knew that women were flexible in this was for a reason. He couldn't
help raising his right hand and tentatively touching her vulva, her clit
and the brownish pink area of her anus. He daintily parted the lips of
her cunt and stared into the virtual space at the center of her body.
Alisha hadn't squirmed as much since he readjusted the ropes holding
her. She began whimpering loudly as he inspected her cunt and its'
surroundings.
Alisha couldn't help but cry as the Monster poked at her most private
parts. When she had squirmed to try to move away he had struck her and
then pulled her legs further apart with the ropes that bound her to her
own bed. She wasn't used to being stretched like this and her body
protested. She couldn't move much now without causing her self pain.
If she held still and relaxed her muscles didn't hurt as much. That
meant giving him access to her most private area. Alisha wasn't a
virgin but she had never let a man examine her like this. It was
horrible the way he poked her and stretched her. Not content to simply
poke her though she heard a zipper and the rustling of clothes. She
opened her eyes for a moment and confirmed what she feared. He was
removing his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear and she saw his cock
standing out erect. It wasn't huge. In fact, her ex-boyfriend Greg had
deflowered her with a cock that was somewhat larger than this one.
She felt him kneel again between her legs and kiss her cunt. God how
she wished she could piss on him but her bladder was empty. He licked
her pussy for a while. She recognized that he had some skill and that
in other circumstances she had been caressed like this and had enjoyed
it. She was in no danger of being aroused and he must have realized
that because he stopped licking her pussy and moved up to kiss her
breasts. He took each of her nipples in his mouth. Once again her body
responded to these caresses by engorging her nipples with blood. Alisha
had never realized that this reaction was completely physiological. She
was definitely not aroused in any way. She felt his heavy weight move a
little higher on her body and she realized for the first time what a
large man her killer was. He nuzzled at her neck in a half-hearted
attempt at kissing. She felt him rub his cock against the outside of
her cunt and then push into her. He must have used some kind of
lubricant because he went in easily. Once again Alisha felt that she
could vomit but she held it down. She wished that her vagina could grow
teeth and that she could rip off his cock.
God, she felt good. Her pussy was tight. She wasn't a virgin but he
had expected that. He wondered who had been lucky enough to get her
hymen. She gave absolutely no sign of enjoying his thrusts but that was
to be expected. He admitted some disappointment that he hadn't aroused
her just a little but knew that such disappointment was pointless. He
soon lost all conscious thought of what he was doing and gave himself to
the experience of raping Alisha. He moved his cock in and out of her
lubed pussy enjoying the feeling of her unwilling cunt. She didn't try
to move and that was fine by him. He did all the moving that he
needed. He could feel the ache in his balls and he knew he wouldn't be
able to hold his orgasm for long. He slabbed at her harder and harder
until she grunted in pain. That grunt set him off and he came. He
squirted his juice in her cunt and continued to pound until he had
emptied every drop inside her.
Alisha realized that after thrusting into her hard enough to hurt her
that the animal laying on top of her had come. The thought of his
ejaculate inside her disgusted her and she wished that she could kill
him for what he was doing. She'd never expected to have thoughts of
murder but now she would give anything to have the chance to kill this
animal. He lay on top of her for what seemed to Alisha an eternity.
She was trembling at what he might do when he did finally get up. She
was torn between wishing that he would get up and hoping that he would
die of a heartattack. He finally roused himself and got off her. He
supported himself on his palms and on one knee and looked down at her.
He looked into her eyes and smiled. She couldn't help herself because
she couldn't move her eyes from his. She kept trying to see what was in
them, to understand why this man wanted to rape and kill her. She
didn't see any answers there. That was what bothered her most about
dying like this. Not understanding why.
The Monster looked down at what he had created. Alisha lay sweating,
her chest heaving and his cum dribbling out of her cunt. Her eyes were
filled with tears from crying. He was moved by her condition. He did
feel compassion for her and for a moment his heart went out to her and
he considered granting her mercy. He waited and as always the natural
compassion that rose within him was destroyed by the images and thoughts
implanted by the horrible, greedy, avaricial society that had created
him. He would take his revenge on this world by robbing it of some of
its' beauty. By taking Alisha and her roommate. These two good girls
would die and that would be his revenge. This is where he recognized
his own insanity. He knew that he was playing into the hands of the
society that created him as Monster. By doing what they had taught him
to do he was playing into their hands. That was the irony about it. He
was doing what they had created him to do. It was the fact that he had
a choice that was his revenge. He had considered explaining this to
Alisha because she was a psychologist in training. She might understand
it. He knew, however, that it would be little comfort for her and
decided against enlightening her. Keeping her ignorant was part of
tormenting her.
He stood completely up and pulled up his pants. He never took his eyes
off her and she never took her eyes off of him. She expected that now
that he had cum that he would kill her. One orgasm to be followed by
another. That was not to be the case. He knew that he wanted to make
sure that the police didn't have too easy of a time figuring out who was
responsible. In order to divert them he needed to devote some time to
Carla, Alisha's roommate. He decided to do that now while he was
somewhat satiated. Alisha looked extremely uncomfortable and decided to
adjust her bonds so that she would be fairly fresh for the next, and
final, installment of their time together. He reached down and undid
the rope that bound her left leg. He pulled it over until it was
parallel to her right leg. He then bound the two legs together without
untying the right leg from the leg of the bed. After he was certain
that her legs were securely bound together he untied her right leg from
the bed. He knew that would have a strong kick and he kept some slack
on the rope and pulled her legs around. She did try to kick a few times
but he could see she was suffering from having her legs pulled to far
apart. Keeping a good grip on the rope tied to her legs he got onto the
bed and rolled Alisha onto her stomach. He pulled on the rope around
her ankles and her legs bent at the knees. He fed the rope through the
handcuffs around her ankles and wrapped it through the manacles several
times, hog-tying her.
Alisha was bewildered by this new position. She didn't understand what
he meant to do with her tied up like this. She was uncomfortable with
her hands and ankles pulled together but she no longer had the cramps in
her legs. She had expected him to kill her or something. Not to tie
her up and then leave. That's exactly what he did. Then it hit her.
Carla. He was going to Carla. She began to cry again. She cried for a
little while and then stopped. She had heard something. It sounded
like a muffled scream. She tried to listen for any sound of what might
be happening. Would he just rape Carla. It made her crazy not to
know. She heard more indistinguishable noises coming from Carla's room
but she couldn't tell what made them. They could have been Carla or
they could have been the killer. She didn't know which.
The other thing that scared her was that, in her mind, she thought of
the man who had raped her as "her killer". She hadn't given up but she
felt how futile it was. She wondered what she could have done to
prevent this. He must have broken in somehow. Should she have put in
better locks. She thought that she would go crazy thinking about all
those things. Oh god, what do I do now. The noises coming from Carla's
room stopped suddenly. Alisha knew that something had happened and she
was suddenly very scared. She realized that Carla was probably dead.
She started to cry for her friend. She was still crying when the killer
came into the room. He was naked and in the dim light from her
nightstand lamp she saw that he had blood on his leg.
"Carla was fun. Not as much fun as you but fun nonetheless." He sat
down on the side of the bed and took a depth breath. He looked at her
and she couldn't help meet his eyes. He read the question there.
"Yes, I killed Carla. I cut her pretty little throat."
Alisha keened at the death of her friend. She couldn't make any other
sound. She looked at her friend's killer and knew that she was going to
die.
"I don't think I'll cut your throat. I want them to have an open
casket funeral for you. I plan to attend. Won't your Mom be
surprised!"
Alisha began to roll around pulling desperately at the handcuffs around
her wrists and at the ropes around her ankles. She had tried the knots
but her fingers hadn't cooperated because of the awkward position she
was in. The Monster noticed her struggles and just watched for a time.
He enjoyed seeing her struggle with death. It meant that she was truly
alive and that she wanted to live. That's what made her death
meaningful for him. She wanted to live. She wanted to grow old and he
would rob her of that and the world would suffer a little because of
that pain.
He reached out and touched her hair. He stroked her hair as she
struggled. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly
3:00 a.m. He would need to be done before sunrise. He would give her
one-hour. Perhaps she would find comfort in knowing what time she was
going to die.
"Alisha."
She continued to struggle and pull at her bonds. He pulled her onto
her side so he could look into her eyes. It took a moment but he got
her to stop struggling.
"Alisha, honey, I want you to know that you have some time left. I am
going to kill you at 4:00 a.m. We've got until then to be together. I
am going to sodomize you and then I promise to give you some time to get
yourself together. I've been thinking that strangling you might be the
best way to go. What do you think?"
She shook her head and screamed in her mind "NO!". She didn't want to
die, not now, now like this, please!" She screamed into her gag. He
just stroked her hair and made shushing noises. After a moment he got
up and went to the alarm clock by the bed.
"I'm going to set the alarm for 3:45 a.m. That'll give me a few
minutes to finish whatever I'm doing and then give you ten minutes to
get your thoughts together."
Satisfied that he had set the alarm properly. He stood back and looked
at Alisha. She couldn't see him. He was standing behind her. He knew
that she would be pretty desperate and he couldn't take the chance on
her getting loose. He reached into his pack and took out another length
of rope. He ran this through the headboard of her bed. He yanked on it
and satisfied himself that it would hold. He untied her legs and she
immediately kicked out. He was ready for that and held tightly to the
rope that was still attached to her ankles. After she had kicked a few
times he was able to get the rope around the leg of her bed and draw it
tight. Her legs were now secured from doing him any harm. He then took
the keys to the handcuffs on its' long necklace and put it around his
neck. This would be the tricky part. He took the rope that ran from
the head of the bed and wrapped it around her left wrist. He knew she
was left-handed. He tied a good knot and then undid the manacle around
that wrist. He held both her wrists tightly in his hands. He forced
them up over her head. She struggled against him with all her might.
She fought him then and she fought the good fight but the combination of
his weight on her back and his strength cause her to lose the last fight
of her life. He got her hands above her head and manacled them back
together. He then moved the rope around her left wrist to the
handcuffs. He then pulled that rope taut.
She was now stretched straight on her stomach between the rope at the
head that ran to her handcuffs and the rope that ran from her ankles to
the leg at the corner of the bed. She struggled against the ropes and
struggled more when she found that the headboard banged against the
wall. It was an outside wall but the killer nevertheless took the
precaution of lifting the end of the bed and moving it away from the
wall. He looked down at her struggling form. She was getting tired
despite the long rest while he'd attended to Carla. She had a little
less than 45 minutes left and he wanted her to realize that.
"Sweetie, I'm going to sodomize you now. I would love to feel your
warm mouth around my cock too but I think we both know that you can't be
trusted not to bite. I know that I'd bite under the circumstances. You
should know that it is 3:17 a.m. Ready?"
Alisha was able to see the clock on the nightstand and didn't need to
be reminded of his promise to kill her at 4:00 a.m. She had struggled
with all her might when he had undone the handcuffs for just a moment.
The frustration of not being able to get free nearly drove her insane.
She'd had just a second or two of hope and then she was handcuffed
again. She'd felt a moment of hope when the headboard had banged into
the wall. If she'd gotten a few more loud bangs out before he'd moved
the bed maybe someone would have gotten curious or concerned. But that
hadn't happened. Now this son of a bitch was going to sodomize her.
She'd never done anything like that. She had one boyfriend suggest it
and she had nearly broken up with him over it. She knew that this
wouldn't kill her but she almost wished it would. She wanted to hurt
this bastard somehow but she couldn't. He'd been right not to even
think about putting his cock in her mouth. She'd have bitten it off.
Now she wished she could end her own life somehow. Rob him of that
pleasure at least. Rob him of the pleasure of killing her. She didn't
even have that option open to her.
She felt his hand move between her buttocks. She bore down and tried
to empty her bowels but she couldn't. She couldn't even gross him out.
And then there was a finger in her bottom. He was moving his finger in
her butt lubing her up. Then she felt herself stretched by two
fingers. He moved them in and out of her anus, fucking her with his
hand.
"Wow, that feels nice. Your ass is really tight. I'm guessing that
you've never had anything go in your butt. Is that right?"
She refused to give him the satisfaction of confirming his conclusion.
She tried to squeeze the cheeks of her butt together to keep him out but
gave up when she realized that she was actually probably doing something
he liked she stopped. He removed his fingers. She felt his weight on
the bed and his knee on either side of her and then the pressure of his
cock against her anus. He pushed down and she felt him enter her butt.
It didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. It was still very
unpleasant and she tried not to think about it while he moved in and out
of her. She felt his hands on her hips and he started to thrust into
her forcefully and withdraw quickly. She hated the feeling of his hands
on her as much as she hated his cock in her butt. He moved his hands up
beneath her and began fondling her breasts. Her nipples were soft, to
her relief.
The feeling of entering Alisha's ass nearly made the Monster come for a
third time. He'd cum reluctantly in Carla before he killed her. That
was a necessary part of the charade. He was now buried to the hilt in
Alisha's butt and he was squeezing her tits to his hearts content. It
felt great. He was torn between cuming in her butt and pulling out and
fucking her pussy. He'd have to shift her position to do that and he
didn't want to take the chance of untying her again. Instead he decided
to pound her hard. He wanted her to know she'd been sodomized. He'd
lubed her up and gently stretched her with his fingers because he hadn't
wanted to hurt her too much. Now he was bestial. He pulled on her
nipples while he pounded into her ass. He let go of her tits and moved
his hands back to grasp her hips. As he withdrew he pushed her away
from him and then he drew her back on his cock with great force. He
could hear her grunt from the pain of his penetration.
He reached up and grabbed her hair and forced her face around. He
could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. He was hurting her.
That made him even more excited. He let go over her head and pounded
her anus hard. He could feel the ache in his balls and he knew that he
couldn't hold out much longer. He looked down and saw his cock entering
her anus. There was a little blood from his brutal treatment. That
didn't concern him. He watched fascinated as her ass swallowed his cock
and then pucker as he pulled out. He felt his orgasm ripple through his
cock and balls and his juice squirt into Alisha's reluctant orifice. He
thrust a few more times and then collapsed on top of her bound form.
The animal had cum in her butt. Alisha was very frightened now. With
his weight on her she couldn't see the clock that counted down her time
on Earth. The pain in her anus and in the rest of her body was
considerable now. She was exhausted and could barely think. She didn't
know what would happen next and she was trembling with uncertainty and
crying from fear. His weight was almost completely on her now and this
added to her pain. She felt him stir and pull his now flacid cock from
her behind.
"Well, my pet, that was really terrific. You're a great fuck. It's
getting late. I'm going to turn you over for a few minutes and then
it'll almost be time."
He put his hands under her and, without untying her, turned her onto
her back. Her arms were still secured to the headboard and her ankles
were still tied together and secured to the foot of the bed. She could
see the clock now and it was 3:40 a.m. She let out a wail through her
gag. She tried to scream. She tried to shake herself loose from her
bonds. She only succeeded in giving herself a cramp in her shoulder.
She lay still for a moment and it subsided.
The Monster sat down next to Alisha at the side of the bed. He cupped
her breast and played with her nipple. He was sexually sated. He
looked down at her and again was filled with sadness for what would
happen soon. He waited a moment and let it pass. He looked at her
face. Her eyes were closed. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the
buzzer on the clock went off. Alisha's eyes opened and she looked at
him and then quickly glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It
was now 3:50 a.m. She looked back at him. He could see the fear in her
eyes.
"Death is a very permanent thing and I thought you might enjoy having
to some time to prepare yourself for it. Well, maybe enjoy, isn't the
right word. I'm going to leave you alone for a while. I'll be back in
about 10 minutes to kill you. I may not do it right away but I'll get
started."
He patted her on the leg and walked out of the room. Alisha's eyes
followed him out and then glanced over at the clock. 3:52 a.m. 8
minutes left. She didn't know what to do. She pulled at the ropes at
her ankles and the at the handcuffs around her wrists. It was no use.
She couldn't get free. The reality of what was going to happen sank in
and Alisha knew that she was going to die. She was scared but she
didn't panic. If he would ungag her she might be able to talk him out
of it somehow but she knew he wouldn't. She wouldn't give up, she
thought. I'll try to get free, to escape. She thought she'd better say
goodbye to her Mom, her Dad and her brother. They would go crazy over
her dying like this and she willed them to be strong and not grieve too
much. She thought about Carla and wished that her friend hadn't been
home and then remembered some of the good times they had together.
Cooking dinner sometimes they would pester and tease one another and
then have really cool discussions about men and life. She wished that
she could have said goodbye to her friends. She thought of Sherry and
Ricki and wished she could see Lori grow up. She heard the toilet flush
and glanced at the clock. It was 4:01 a.m. He would be coming any time
now. There wasn't anything she could do. She felt the tears well up in
her eyes and she began to cry again.
The Monster entered Alisha's bedroom and looked at the naked form of
his most beloved victim. The other murder's he planned would not be
anywhere near as satisfying as this one. As he approached he noticed
that she was crying behind her gag. That seemed appropriate. She
wouldn't want to die. She would want to live. He walked around to the
other side of the bed and looked at her.
"Alisha."
Her eyes opened and she looked up at him. He was smiling and for the
first time she got a really good look at his face. She realized then
who he was. He'd changed his hair color and wasn't wearing glasses.
He'd lost some weight but god she knew him.
"I see you recognize me now. That's good. Are you ready?"
She shook her head violently and screamed into her gag. She screamed
"No, please Mitchell, don't!." He couldn't really tell for sure what
she was screaming but that's what he guessed it was. There was no time
for mercy. He took the plastic bag from behind his back and put it on
the bed on the other side of Alisha. He then straddled her abdomen.
She continued to shake her head and pull at her bonds. He didn't blame
her for that. He ran his hands over her breasts feeling the life in her
one last time. He reached behind him and stroked her cunt for a
moment. He was struck by an idea and put his head against her chest.
He listened to the beating of her heart. It was pounding away. Her
fear had it going really fast. He got up and looked at her face. Her
eyes were open now. She was watching him. He doubted that she would
close her eyes even when he wrapped his hands around her neck. He
intended to kill her that way, by strangling her. But first he wanted
to scare her a little more.
He picked up the plastic bag and gently lifted Alisha's head. She
struggled a little but he got it over her head easily enough. He pulled
it down and then squeezed the air out of it sealing it at the bottom.
It was clear plastic and so he could see her face. She was gasping now
through her nose. She tried to breathe but she quickly used up all the
oxygen in the bag and she began to suffocate. He didn't want her to
lose consciousness and so he watched her carefully. Her eyes were wide
and filled with the tears of fear. He removed the bag from her head.
She sucked in the cool air of her bedroom as quickly as she could
through her nose. He smiled as he watched her try to gasp in huge
amounts of air through her small nostrils.
He glanced at the clock and knew that the time had come. He had a huge
hard on. She would be weak now and so he took the knife from his pack
on the floor and cut the ropes from her left ankle. This allowed him to
push her legs apart. She was conscious but didn't really seem to
understand what was happening and didn't resist or kick. Her legs apart
he slipped between them and inserted his cock in her pussy. He felt
himself slide easily into her. She was still sticky from his previous
ejaculation. He moved in and out of her a few times. He ran his hands
over her breasts and then up and wrapped his hands around her neck. The
feel of his hands around her pretty little neck roused her from her
semi-conscious state. She began to struggle. This aroused him even
more. He began to squeeze. Her left leg was free and she tried to
raise it high enough to kick him but he had no trouble avoiding it. She
couldn't breath now and she squirmed under him. His cock was still
inside her and her struggles gave him great pleasure.
Alisha couldn't breath. She had thought that when he put the bag on
her head that she would suffocate in that bag. She had been so glad to
be able to breathe again that she had hardly noticed him entering her.
His hands around her throat now were cutting off her ability to
breathe. She struggled and kicked but she couldn't muster much
strength. Her final thought was of her family. She was so sorry. She
never finished the thought and died not knowing what she was sorry for.
The Monster felt Alisha slip away. He felt her body relax beneath him
as her life left her. He kept his hands around her throat and moved in
and out of her cunt. He enjoyed the feeling of fucking her naked dead
body. He came inside her and only then did he release his death grip on
her throat. He looked into her sightless eyes for a few moments and
then put his head on her very still chest. Her heart had stopped. She
was dead. He felt a sense of wonder at his own power and his loins
surged again. He withdrew from her and rose up. He reached up and
removed the gag from her mouth. He rolled the tape up and then pulled
out the panties that he had stuffed into her mouth. He put his mouth on
hers and kissed her dead mouth. Alisha continued to stare at the
ceiling, seeing nothing.
The Monster quickly and efficiently began to clean up his equipment and
supplies. He donned latex gloves and wiped down every surface that he
had touched. He showered in the tub and left the hot water running when
he was done. He didn't intend to make anything too easy for the
police. They would catch him eventually but not until he had expressed
himself several more times. His last act before leaving was to take out
his Polaroid camera and take several pictures of Alisha. She looked so
beautiful like that. He wished he taken a few while she was alive. He
had found a few pictures of her and her family and took those. They
would make a nice souvenir. He also took a few pictures of Carla.
He turned off all the lights as he left.
The apartment containing the two murdered girls was left undisturbed
throughout that morning. Alisha and Carla's teachers were not
particularly concerned about the absence of their students. It was
because they had never missed class before that the teachers didn't
think much of it. No student ever had completely perfect attendence.
It was Carla's boyfriend who became concerned first. Carla was supposed
to meet him for lunch. When she didn't show up he called the
apartment. He got the machine and left a message. Alisha's mother also
called and left a message that morning. She wasn't concerned either.
It wasn't until 5:00 p.m. when Carla's boyfriend and another friend of
Alisha's showed up at the apartment at about the same time that they
decided something strange was going on.
Neither of them had seen their friends all day and that wasn't quite
right. John, Carla's boyfriend, and Jennifer, a classmate of Alisha's,
found the apartment door locked. When he looked into the windows of the
apartment he caught a glimpse of a foot on a bed in Carla's bedroom.
Their knocks went unanswered despite increasing volume and persistence.
A neighbor stuck her head out the door and John asked her to call the
police and an ambulance. Convinced that something was wrong John tried
to breakdown the door. It was a solid wood door and he couldn't budge
it. It was while looking for another way in that he found the window
with the small hole cut in it. The hole was right by the latch for the
sliding window. Jennifer began crying when she saw that hole. John
knew that he had to get in there. He unlatched the window and opened
it. By this time the neighbor who'd called the police was there along
with several other neighbors.
John crawled in the window onto the couch that was positioned just
below it. Jennifer had begged him to open the door before he looked
around and he reluctantly complied. He walked toward Carla's bedroom
and when he stood in the doorway and saw his girlfriend he cried out.
Jennifer screamed when she saw Carla. Carla was tied spread eagled on
the bed. Her throat was cut and there was something long and wide
sticking out of her vagina. As she staggered away from Carla's room she
turned and opened the door to Alisha's bedroom. She felt sick and felt
hopeful that she would find it empty. It wasn't but, for a moment,
seeing none of the blood that covered Carla's bed, she had hope that
Alisha was alive. She went to her friend and kneeled on the bed. She
knew that her friend was dead when she saw the lifeless eyes and smelled
the feces on the bed. Jennifer screamed.
The police officer who arrived surveyed the scene and took Jennifer and
John out onto the balcony. He turned them over to his partner and then
went back in to confirm that the two women were dead. He went on the
balcony and told his partner that it was a double homicide. He had also
noticed a small message written in what appeared to be blood. It was on
a small piece of paper in the bedroom of the girl whose name was
apparently Alisha something. It had said simply "Call me "Monster".
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