Victimology 101: Midterm Examination

"Design and execute (no pun intended) a double homicide scenario using two clones and a moderately large two story suburban home. Creativity is encouraged. Please make the murders as interesting as possible while still remaining realistic."

I am already formulating how it was going down as I made my way home, and I e-mail Dr. R my request for approval that night. Dr. R replies the next day with the address and photos of the clones.

Jenna Freemont (Blonde, 17) has bright blue eyes, comely features, and a timid smile.

Andrea Knowles (Brunette, 15) is her best friend. She wears black, rectangle frame eyeglasses and has a bright smile with braces.

It's just past midnight, as I walk up to the back door of the home. Using a lock pick set, I easily get the door open. The house is dark and quiet. I silently make my preparations downstairs before heading to the bedrooms where the two girls are upstairs. I pad quietly up the stairs. I reach the top and look down each hallway.

To my right, there is a door slightly cracked with light coming out. I head left first. The first door I open leads to a bathroom. The next is a bedroom. It is nearly pitch black except for a string of Christmas lights hanging outside the window. Jenna lies partially tangled in her sheets, fast asleep wearing only a large T-shirt and panties.

I sneak up to her, taking my time since I know I only have one shot at this. Inches from her, I can hear her soft, rhythmic breaths. My gloved hands ready, I make my move.

My hands clamp around her throat, cutting off her windpipe before she even realizes what is happening. As she gains her sense, she tries to pull away which only results in her falling to the ground. I worry that the noise might alert the other girl, but for now everything remains quiet.

I find it strangely exciting to feel the girl's body straining under me. With each faint squeak that passes through her begging lips, desire runs through my whole body. I take in everything, from the twinkling Christmas lights reflected in her pain filled eyes, to the feeling of every inch of her struggling body rhythmically rubbing against me. Her breasts bounce as her chest rises as falls, not from air filling her lungs, but from her back arching off the ground. I can feel the muscles in her throat, taut and straining, under my fingertips.

Her blonde hair is spread out on the floor around her head. She tries reaching up toward me, but her fingers merely brush against my face. As her strength wanes, her final emotions cross over her distorted face. Fear and pain give way to sadness, and tears well up in her eyes. Then her face goes blank, and her body is racked by spasms.

For a few seconds she kicks with renewed vigor but soon succumbs to death. Dull eyes open wide, mouth hanging agape, the corpse is silent and still. I let go of her throat and stand up. Everything is going according to plan. I strip her body and drag it downstairs, leaving her spread eagle on the living room floor.

I head back to the room with the second girl and I can see her laying on her stomach on the bed playing an online RPG on her laptop. She wears plaid pajama pants and a tank top. Her wavy dark brown hair obscures most of her features, but her young, thin body spread out on the bed is still alluring. She has her headphones in, and it is surprisingly easy to sneak up on the girl.

Knowing we are the only two in the house beside's the dead body, I know I can be less cautious with this one. I grab her by the ankles and pull her off the bed. First confused, then utterly frightened, the girl jumps back to her feet. She screams, pushes past me and runs for the stairs. Following close behind, I watch as she misses the first step and tumbles down to the landing. She lays for a second, unmoving, and I genuinely hope she did not break her neck in the fall. It would make for a much less entertaining rest of the night.

To my relief she slowing climbs back to her feet and continues down the stairs. She makes her way to the front door, where to tries to unlock it. She is confused when she can't find the bolt lock knob. My first preparation works well. All the door locks are broken and impossible to unlock from the inside. Her terror is evident in her face as she tries the garage door and gets the same result. Her body is tense and her breathing labored and she tries to avoid me. Her adrenaline is clouding her judgement and she stops short as she enters the living room and discovers her friend's dead body. She is paralyzed by fear and too scared to scream as I walk up to her.

The younger girl is considerable smaller and easier to manipulate. I push her to her knees next the corpse. I caress her face with one hand and unbutton my pants with the other. I pull out my cock, and her eyes widen as she realizes what is happening.

"Just don't hurt me." She pleads.

I nod reassuringly and place my finger over my mouth to signal her to be quiet. She is submissive as I pull off her tank top. I can see her pale, quivering breasts. I press my cock against her trembling lips and she loosens her jaw. I slide in on her saliva, and I can feel her tongue moving away from me. I hold the back of her head and press her down further until she gags. It rubs the back of her throat and she closes her eyes tight.

Without her knowing, I slide a knife from my back pocket, press it against her neck, and before she can react, give it a quick slice. I can feel the spurts of warm blood against my cock and it gushes into her throat. When I pull out, a stream of blood runs over her lips and down her chin as she coughs and splutters. I yank her around and push her down against her friend's body, so that her head is resting on the corpse's breasts. I pull down her pajama pants and her bare ass rubs against me as she squirms to break free. I can feel the cool skin of the corpse as I grip both female bodies and slide into the still living girl's vagina. I continue thrusting until I climax. Her body is growing weak by this time, and she is only barely alive when I finish.

I let her bleed out laying against her friend's body, her fingers interlaced with the dead girl's. Her moans and gurgles continue on for a few minutes until I stick my blade into her temple, scrabbling her brains and cutting short her misery. Her body twitches one last time before she expires and again all is quiet in the quaint suburban home.