Reposting my first guro story upon request with some grammatical corrections; original 2013 content is untouched in the interest of not George Lucasing myself.

I'll post one chapter every day for the next few weeks so that no one gets overwhelmed. You should have the entire thing by late December/early January. If you want it sooner, email me and I'll send you the PDF.

Obligatory disclaimer: Summermount is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any of the crimes committed in this story--not even the ones committed by the good guys. He does, however, condone the befriending of cats. That is a positive thing.

Summermount

For Gurochan, by Andlex

Erica and Dani

Bart sat on a roof and observed his target through binoculars. Her name was Erica Winters, a fifteen-year-old sophomore in Summermount High. There was something about her that fascinated him, something that beckoned him. Presently, she sat close to her little sister on the hotel bed, watching TV. From his vantage point, Bart could only see her top half—she wore a tight white T-shirt with no bra, shoulder-length blond hair and tan skin still wet from a dip in the pool. The girls' balcony covered her lower half—the hotel was one of Summermount's tallest buildings, and Bart had to settle for the roof of a far shorter apartment a quarter-mile away.

Dani slid off the bed and walked out of Bart's line of sight. Erica waved at her, then returned her attention to the TV. Bart pocketed his binoculars, picked up his bag, and set out for the hotel.

***

"You seriously going out in that?" said Erica. Her sister turned looked over her bare shoulder.

"Yup."

"I can see your tummy."

"Yeah, well, I can see your nipples."

"People aren't gonna see me. C'mon, pull your shirt down. You're too young to dress like that."

"I'm fourteen."

"Point in case. Case in point. Whatever."

Dani pulled her shirt down from her ribs to her hips, still revealing a sliver of skin between it and her shorts. "Good?" she said.

Erica gave her a thumbs up. "Not gonna do the whole ponytail thing?"

Dani combed her fingers through long, red hair. She shrugged. "Nah. Takes too long."

"It takes literally five seconds, dude."

Dani held up a finger. "Case in point."

Erica watched her sister slide out the door, taking a room key with her. She waited a full minute, then turned off the TV. She unwrapped the towel covering her bottom half and tossed it aside. She sat, bottomless, on the bed. Her hands rested on her crotch as she conjured up mental videos she'd been wanting to play all day. She'd have done it sooner if not for Dani. Dani wouldn't mind, probably, but Erica had a semi-innocent image to keep. She'd like to be wearing something like Dani was, revealing, too sexy for her age. She pulled her shirt up to the bottom of her breasts, where it stayed on its own. She slid her hand slowly down her belly, closing her eyes, leaning back, mentally converting her hand to a young man's. The hand on her crotch became the man's tongue, nose, and other hand all at once. She let out a quiet moan as her finger grew damp. The imaginary man rode up her body and gave her breasts a squeeze and a lick. He fondled them, riding up more and kissing her neck, then her ears, her cheeks, and finally her lips. She had nearly her whole hand up her slit, well ahead of her imagination, but she skipped ahead. The man was fucking her and nibbling on her ears, whispering nasty things he wanted to do to her.

"I want to turn you around and pull your hair and fuck you—and I want you to scream like I'm raping you."

Scream she did, short and high-pitched. Erica clenched her legs together and bit her lip. "Fuck . . ." she whispered, "I'm so hot. . . ."

"Yes," said a man's voice, very much outside of her head. "You are."

***

Bart strode into the hotel lobby and didn't even look at the receptionist or other guests as he passed them. Dressed in business casual with nicely-combed hair and a black bag, walking the speed of a jog, he probably deterred anyone from speaking to him – he looked like an important man doing important things. Indeed, he was doing important things, so he didn't have to act that part. He took the elevator to the thirtieth floor. As it opened, Erica's kid sister stepped in, dressed like a whore: a tight, light blue tank top riding up her belly, dyed red hair cascading down her back, and bootie shorts barely covering her pretty little ass. She gave Bart one glance and slowly worked her arms against her shirt, pulling it back down, looking ashamed, embarrassed, and a little fearful.

"Feeling adventurous?" Bart said. The girl nodded, blushing now. Bart looked away. Dani was quite a sexy kid—sexy enough that Bart wouldn't be able to control himself if he stared at her much longer.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Don't be. Just give it a couple more years so you don't make every man who sees you feel like a pedo."

Bart slid past her and stopped. He twisted around and reached for an imaginary object on the ground just by Dani's feet. She yelped as his hand brushed her ass. He chuckled.

"Make noises like that and I'm not sure people will care if you're not eighteen."

He turned away and walked down the hallway. His pants did a good job of hiding the erection Dani had granted him, and his sleeve did a good job of hiding the door key he'd swiped from her back pocket. He read the room number on the back of it. He knew which room Erica occupied, but it never hurt to check. He arrived at room 3012 and stopped just short of sliding the key in. He put his ear to the door. Inside, he heard Erica's pretty voice rising and falling in moans and gasps. The door canceled most of the noise, but she was being pretty loud. He grinned and slipped the key into its slot. The door clicked open and Bart slid in, quietly closing it behind him. Erica lay face-up on the bed, both hands on her crotch, her fluids pouring down her legs, moaning loudly with her eyes closed.

Bart undressed quietly and quickly. Still, Erica didn't notice him. She just kept at it. Through her moans, she whispered:

"Fuck. . . I'm so hot. . . ."

Bart decided it was time to jump in. "Yes," he said. "You are."
Erica's eyes snapped open and she launched off her bed faster than Bart could get another word out. She yanked her shirt down, but it was too wet to hide anything. She looked furious initially, posed like a martial artist, but then she looked at Bart longer. Her expression softened a little.

"Who are—?”

Bart pounced on her before she could get another word out. He pushed her onto the bed and turned her face down in one motion. He plunged his erection into her lubricated cunt and began pumping, savoring the cunt of the girl he'd been stalking for the past week. She fought, of course, but Bart grabbed her hair and shoved her face down into the bed. This made her fight harder, flailing her limbs everywhere.

"Ease up," he told her. "Let's make this as painless for you as possible."
He didn't mean it. Apparently she could tell. She elbowed him, kicked him, writhing under him, trying to escape. She screamed into the mattress and occasionally into the air when she managed to get her mouth free.

"I'm serious," said Bart. "I'll hurt you."

He dragged his bag over to the bed with his foot. Erica wouldn't stop fighting, as he'd expected. So he eased off her for just a moment, allowing her to get on her hands and knees, then flipped her over and pinned her sweaty limbs down onto the bed. Her eyes were wide, streaming tears. She opened her mouth to scream. He backhanded her temple. She yelped. Bart heard a crack. Erica went quiet for a moment. He hit her again the other way. She only stared now, drooling and crying. Bart smiled and unzipped his bag. He took out a large hunting knife, then returned to the girl on the bed. He flipped her over, grabbed her hair, and dragged her in front of a full-length mirror between the bed and the balcony.

"Why. . ." she moaned. Bart slammed the back of his fist against her ear and caught her before she fell from the force. He prodded her clavicles with the tip of the knife as she stared blankly at it, mouth hanging open. He sliced downward, cutting her shirt down the middle and exposing her breasts. He groped them with his free hand, giving each a hard squeeze. She jerked in his grip and moaned in pain. She could barely stand on her own, but she was light. Bart had no trouble holding her up. His dick in her cunt acted as a third arm, helping keep her upright.

"Help me. . . ."

Bart stabbed the knife deep into her lower belly. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed again, weaker and quieter this time, but it still ranked among the screams Bart would remember forever. With renewed energy, she lashed out at everything she could reach. Her hand closed around his wrist and pulled with what he assumed was all her strength. He carved upward. The knife sloshed through her guts as she screamed and beat on his arm. Through all this, he continued fucking her. He felt blood drip onto his dick, running from her belly down to her crotch. Her struggles weakened as he carved higher, even though the pain should only be getting worse. He felt the knife bump against her sternum, then jabbed it into her side for holding and yanked the sides of her belly open. Without a sound, she watched in the mirror as her guts spilled from her body in two messy glops. They unraveled and slapped against the hotel carpet at her feet. Her expression registered absolute horror. Bart felt himself nearing orgasm. He leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"I loved you while you lasted."

He smashed his elbow into the side of her head, brought his fist down on her skull. Something in her neck cracked and he decided it was time to finish up. He retrieved the knife from the makeshift sheath in Erica's side, pulled her hair back, and sliced her throat deeply from ear to ear. A line of blood followed his blade, pumping out with each rapid beat of her dying heart. Erica didn't make a sound. She watched with dumbstruck dying eyes as Bart made the final, irreversible cut. Blood sprayed out in short bursts, covering Erica's pretty face in the mirror. Bart kept cutting with the knife, making half-circles around her neck, cutting it more and more. He got through the muscles and arteries and reached her spine. By then, her blood covered everything. It spurted from both ends of her neck and decorated the room around her.

Her movements were slow now, barely there, but her spine was still connected, so she could still move. Bart ended that with a quick twist, snapping Erica's already-damaged neck and completely decapitating her. He held her head up by the hair and let her body slump forward. Her blood-soaked breasts squished against the bloody mirror and slid down its length with a wet slissh sound. Her twitching pelvis remained hooked on Bart's cock. He pushed it off and let her gutted body slump to the floor. He turned her head around to face him. She blinked once. Bart jabbed the knife deep into the top of her skull. She never moved again.

Still hard and just about bursting, Bart pulled the knife out from Erica's head. He shoved his cock into her neck stump and watched its head appear in the back of her throat. "So pretty," he muttered. "Shame I can only do this once."

Erica was dead forever and she could never be brought back. With that thought, Bart looked into her dead green eyes, clenched his teeth, and came hard against the roof of her mouth.

With a long sigh, he tossed Erica's head down next to her body. He let the last few spurts of his cum land on her disemboweled corpse, then stood back and observed his handiwork. The room was big, but even so, Erica's blood covered a good quarter of it. She'd been writhing as he sliced her belly open. She was still leaking blood everywhere.

Dani was in for a nasty surprise. Part of Bart wanted to stick around to see how she reacted, maybe even give her a quick rape, but he'd risk getting caught. The redhead already knew his face. With another long sigh, Bart turned for the door.

There was a knock. "Erica?" said Dani's voice. "I'm back. I lost my room key. Can you let me in?"

***

Dani gave the door another knock. Erica said nothing.

"Erica, stop touching yourself and let me in."

"Erica isn't touching herself," said a man's voice from inside the room.

Two instincts clashed in Dani's head. Part of her knew she should turn around and run and never look back. The other part, the one she perceived as nobler, told her to just see what had happened and help her sister if she needed help. There was a strange man in her room, and Erica could be hurt. At the very least, she was probably bound naked on the bed with a ball gag in her mouth. The thought appealed to Dani more than she’d have liked, given this was her sister she was thinking about.

Or maybe it was room service in there? Dani wouldn't know unless she checked, but the long silence between her initial knock and the man's reply unnerved her. She heard a zipper inside.

"Let me in," said Dani. Her voice was level, much more controlled than she felt.

"Give me a moment," said the man. Dani heard more zipping, some rustling, and a couple metallic clinks.

"Erica!" Dani pounded both fists against the door. "Can you hear me?"

Silence. Dani heard footsteps—they sounded squishy, like the man was walking through water.

"Turn around and run away," said the man's voice. "You'll regret it if you don't."

She recognized the voice. This was the man from the elevator. What had been in the black bag? Why was he in her room? Where was Erica?

"Where's my sister?"

No reply.

"Open this door," said Dani. "Open it now!"

She kicked it hard. Her foot hurt. The door apparently didn't. Erica needed her help—she had to get in somehow. She stepped back and readied another kick. She lashed out. Her foot struck the door and it swung open easily. Dani went sprawling on the carpet inside the room. Immediately, she stood up and looked around. Something smelled different. It was a smell she didn't recognize, but she didn't like it. Where was the man? Why was the carpet stained red?

"Erica!" Dani cried. She sprinted three steps, turned, and stopped. There was her sister on the floor in front of the mirror. Her body lay face down, ass up in the air, unmoving. Her decapitated head lay in a pile of her spilled intestines. Dani knelt. Her knees hit the floor with a splash. "No, no, no . . ." she whispered to herself. She picked up Erica's head with one hand and lifted her body upright with the other. She put her sister's head back on her shoulders.

"Stay, please, stay!" she said. She tried to hold her sister's head on, moving her hands to cover the spots where blood leaked out. Nothing worked. Dani slowly sat back on her ankles. She gently set her sister's body back down, face-up. Her head rolled to the side, but there was nothing Dani could do about that. She collected an armful of Erica's guts in her arms and pushed them back into her sister's body. The next armful didn't even fit.

"Her last words were, 'Help me.'"

Dani looked over her shoulder. There was the man, naked now, covered in Erica's blood. He held a pump shotgun in his arms. Dani had a sudden urge to take it from him and commit her first real crime. She stood up. He pointed the gun at her head.

"You look mad."

"You killed my sister."

"She was amazing. You should've been there."

Dani screamed, lunged forward, and ducked at once. Her ears rang as the gun fired. It missed her. She crashed into the man's hips. Her shoulder connected with his balls. She heard him cry out in pain, then she gave him a push and stood upright, making a grab for the shotgun. She heard it fire. Her vision blinked out, and then she was gone forever.

***

Bart knew the redhead was going for his gun, but he had no idea how she'd get there. The below-the-belt tackle shouldn't have surprised him, considering her height compared to his, but it hurt all the same. He yelled, clenched his teeth, and stumbled back as she pushed against him. He raised the shotgun. She stood up. Her eyes darted up to the gun, staring straight down the barrel. She made a grab for it. Bart pulled the trigger.

Erica had been Bart's first kill, but he'd seen decapitation and gutting before on the Internet. He'd never seen what happened to Dani. There was a puff of red and pink and her body fell forward, carried by the momentum of her last grab. At first, it looked like a relatively clean death, but then her head—or what was left of it—lolled to the side. Only the left half of it remained attached to her neck. The right side was spattered on the far wall like a large housefly. The force of her head hitting the wall had left a small impact crater lined with blood and brains, both slowly trickling down and dropping into a small, morbid pile. On the floor, blood pooled around Dani's corpse. Half her brain followed, slowly, oozing out somewhat like Erica's guts had.

"Holy fuck, you kids make hot corpses," said Bart to no one in particular. He hadn't planned on killing Dani, but now that he had, he didn't regret it. Her face was—or had been, at least—softer than her sister's, cuter. Her body wasn't as curvy—her breasts were about half Erica's size. She was thin and pale, contrasted with Erica's athletic tan form. Bart knelt and tore off the dead girl's shirt. Her breasts weren't big enough to squeeze like Erica's, but given another year, they'd have been irresistible. He'd halted their development at 14 years, and so he enjoyed them. He sucked her pink nipples and cut one breast in half, admiring the yellow-red insides. He pulled her up into a sitting position and poked her brain with his hardened cock a couple times before thrusting in. It was a different feeling than fucking a pussy or even a neck hole—it felt almost like fucking thick noodles. Her remaining eye popped out on one of his thrusts. It was green, like her sister's. Bart licked it, decided he wouldn't like the texture, and tossed it out balcony. It would fall 30 stories and possibly smack a passer-by in the face. It gave him and idea.

With a moan, he came inside the dead girl's brain. His cum pumped out fast. It soaked in and some of it even leaked out the bottom of her eye socket.

"You've been a real pleasure," he said. "I'll have to do more like you after this."

He absently stabbed her belly and chest a few times, then stood and slung her corpse over his shoulder. He approached the balcony and looked down. Thirty stories down, there were very few cars, but a solid paved road just waiting for decoration. He noted that this room also overlooked the Pacific, but dropping Dani's sexy body into the ocean would be no fun. Instead, he dumped her straight over the edge of the balcony and watched a trail of blood follow her down. She fell longer than he expected, and then her body burst open on the pavement like the half of her head on the wall, but on a larger scale. Bart smiled, reentered the room, and scraped the last of Dani's head off the wall. He tossed that off the balcony, then went for Erica's remains. She was a bit more challenging, as her guts kept getting tangled at his ankles. Eventually, he just dragged her by her ankle with her head in his free hand. He tossed her head down first this time and watched it. It also made a bloody, brainy mess when it smacked into the pavement, but not nearly as big as Dani's body had. Fully intending to top that, he heaved Erica's corpse off the balcony. It got a little more distance than Dani's had and landed with a faintly audible splat in the middle of the street. Her blood and guts gleefully shot out as her body broke. The mess was about the same size as Dani's, maybe a little smaller. After all, Bart had let half Erica's blood spill in the room.

He took a shower, during which he listened for police sirens or screams or anything of the sort. Surprisingly enough, it took the screams a good five minutes to start 30 stories below, and five more minutes before the sirens came. He washed the evidence of his crimes down the drain, then replaced his clothes, collected his bag, and left the room.

***

The Summermount News E-edition
July 6

Teens Murdered

Sisters Dani and Erica Winters were found dead on the street beside the Ocean Heights Hotel. Evidence points to murder.

"I just don't know what to think," said Monica Winters, mother of the sisters. "My little girls are gone forever."

Father Brandon Winters could not be reached for comment.

"I saw them happy an hour before the cops found them," said Renee April, a close friend of both girls. "Just an hour. Just one hour."

"Why can't you assholes let me mourn in peace for one damn day?" said Adrian Winters, brother of Dani and Erica.

Police are investigating the suspected murders. Information will be posted as it is received.

Fay Ryan, intern editor

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Comments

Adrian Winters (3:17 p.m.)
You seriously posted that? Your a bitch fay.

Fay Ryan (3:33 p.m.)
I'm just doing my job.

Veronica Hunter (5:31 p.m.)
omg!!!!! serial killer???

Fay Ryan (6:00 p.m.)
Two victims doesn't make a serial killer. Three sets a pattern. If another similar murder occurs soon, then yes, that will be a serial killer.

Kitty Grant (6:03 p.m.)
Scary!! waht should we do?

Fay Ryan (6:05 p.m.)
Always travel in groups of two or more—preferably three if the killer managed to kill both Dani and Erica. Carry protection at all times and always let a parent know where you are and how long you'll be gone.