Message-ID: <23620asstr$955415456@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <38F26656.FF32A45E@flash.net> From: Paxman X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 18:44:44 CDT Subject: {ASSM} Story: "Monster" rp,snff,nasty Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 21:10:56 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, newsman This is an extremely nasty story. Be warned. _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll Down for story. 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. 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