Irri

Irri Snowski flopped onto her back in the grass, panting and sweating. "Twenty laps," she gasped. "Done."

"Five more for Snowski," said her coach, a black-haired woman in her late twenties. "Never lay on your back."

"Come ooon," said Irri, drawing out the O. "This is cheerleading, not wrestling. You don't need to work us into the ground."

"Get up before I pull you up by your ears."

Irri rolled back on her shoulders, tucked her knees to her chest, and sprang forward, landing on her feet. "Going," she said. "Five more laps it is."

She joined the rest of her team, save for the juniors and seniors who had finished before her. She finished two of her five laps before some of her fellow freshmen finished a single one. To rub it in, she spoke part of a sentence each time she passed one of them, a tiny brunette.

"It helps. . ." Lap. "If you don't. . ." Lap. "Eat like a gamer. . ." Lap. "Over summer."

"Fuck you, Irri," said the brunette, smiling. They finished at the same time and collapsed again. This time, Irri made sure to fall forward, face and chest in the grass, ass up in the air.

"You take that pose quite naturally," said her coach. "Maybe if cheerleading doesn't work out, you could join the walking team."

"Walking team?" said Irri, sitting back on her calves.

"Street walking," said her coach, then continued watching the slower kids.

"Maybe I will," Irri muttered. "It'd pay, at least."

"Lotsa STDs," said the brunette. "Half what you earned would go straight up your cunt."

Irri shrugged. "I was kidding. Stripping is much safer."

"Would you strip when you turned eighteen?"

Irri nodded. "Sure. Sounds like fun."

After that, the coach worked everyone into the ground, especially Irri, consistently making her do a little more than everyone else. Maybe it was the talk about stripping. Regardless, Irri ran laps, did crunches and sit-ups, push-ups, and random exercises that didn't seem like they had much of anything to do with cheerleading.

By the end of practice, Irri could barely move. She stayed on her feet on the coach's demand, but flopped down on her back again the moment the coach dismissed them. She fell asleep on the grass, blond hair spread around her head, sweat-soaked skin shining in the sun.

***

She woke up to someone's hand on her shoulder. She felt sore, but not groggy.

"Wake up. Come on. Hurry."

It was a girl beside her, with black hair and yellowish-orange eyes. Irri recognized her, but couldn't recall her name or anything.

"What's up?" Irri said, sitting up.

"No time to explain," said the girl. "Just follow me."

Irri stood on sore feet and followed the girl as she ran from the football field toward the school.

"What's going on?" Irri said, easily matching her pace. "Talk and run."

"You know the serial killer? Yeah, you shouldn't be sleeping in a sexy outfit when you're alone."

Irri contemplated this. "I could outrun a serial killer."

"Not while you're asleep. Ssh!"

The girl pressed her back against a corner and peeked into a window. Irri plastered herself against the wall as well.

"I saw someone else looking at you from the other side of the field," the other girl whispered. "Hopefully he's not following us."

"Why were you watching me to begin with?"

"A, I was just wandering, and B, you're sexy as fuck. Before you say you don't swing that way, I mean that platonically—I was drawing you."

The black-haired girl held up a sketchbook Irri hadn't noticed before. She opened it to a drawing of Irri herself on the grass.

"Huh," said Irri. "Our outfits are pretty revealing, aren't they?"

"I'm not complaining," said the other girl. Irri wondered if she was a lesbian. Looking into the girl's amber eyes, she felt something for her. She'd only ever seen that much yellow in animal eyes. They compelled her to come closer.

"Hey, can I try something?" Irri said. Before the other girl could react, Irri stepped in front of her, grabbed her shoulders, and kissed her lips. She kept her eyes open for a moment to watch for a reaction. As expected, the black-haired girl went wide-eyed for a moment, then relaxed and shut her eyes. Her breath tasted like watermelon.

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her hair. Her kiss broke and she felt something clamp over her mouth and nose. She took in a sharp breath, fully intending to turn and strike whoever was behind her. Instead, the drug knocked her out within five seconds.

***

Kayla knelt beside Irri's unconscious form. Bart knelt on the other side and shoved the chloroform back into his bag. They looked at Irri, then at each other.

"That was . . . unexpected," said Bart. "When I said 'distract her' I doubted she'd take the initiative."

"Unexpected, but amazing," said Kayla. "Too bad I'll never get to fuck her."

"You'll have all the time in the world to fuck her."

"I mean alive."

"Yeah, that's a bummer. Are you sure she's just fourteen? She's D-cup if I'm not wrong."

Kayla leaned down and put her lips to Irri's. "She's had tits since she was ten. Man, you have no idea how much I want her."

"I have a bit of an idea. You can play with her all you want for now. I'll bring the van around."

Kayla didn't even watch Bart go. She straddled Irri and unzipped her long hoodie. Underneath, she was completely naked. She grinded her cunt against Irri's belly, then shuffled down and leaned forward. She pressed her breasts against Irri's and kissed her lips.

Bart came back with the van as Kayla was groping Irri's breasts under her top. She sat up and looked at him.

"You look pretty wild right now," said Bart. "Get her in the van. You can do her for a while yet."

Kayla lifted Irri into the back of the van, hopped in herself, and closed the doors. They started moving. Kayla kissed the unconscious girl again and again. She lifted off Irri's top, exposing her breasts. She dug into them, nibbling and licking the nipples, squeezing them, and sucking them. Tossing her hoodie aside, she pulled down Irri's skirt and panties and lay on top of her, naked, kissing her, grinding her hips and twisting her body. She savored the warmth that wouldn't be there much longer.

The thought of ending Irri's life brought Kayla over the edge. She rose to her knees, moaned, and squirted all over Irri's belly and chest. Then she lay again. The fluids now soaking Irri's skin lubricated Kayla's movements. Every time their breasts rubbed together, there was slick, wet sliding sound that turned Kayla on way too much. She came, hugging Irri tight and kissing her lips. Panting, she lay there on top of Irri for a few minutes, then sat up and climbed over the front seat. Bart glanced over at her.

"You're all wet."

"I just raped a hot girl. Of course I'm wet. Are you hard?"

Bart nodded. "Maybe if you didn't moan like such a whore, I'd be able to concentrate on driving."

"Sorry," said Kayla. She lay on the seat and rested her head on Bart's thighs. She unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans.

"I thought you were gay," he said.

"I'm horny as fuck. Let me be a nympho for a bit."

Kayla sucked Bart off, driving down the road at sixty miles an hour. She didn't have much room to work, but she managed to make him cum. She sucked all the cum into her mouth, then retreated to the back of the van. She opened her mouth and let Bart's cum drip out on Irri's face. She kissed her, then sat back and admired the work of pure art unconscious in front of her.

"Are we there yet?" she asked.

In response, the van slowed, then stopped. Bart got out and opened the back doors. Kayla collected Irri and followed Bart into a house three times the size of hers. It looked pretty normal on the inside: it had a living room, a kitchen, a den, and a dining room, like anyone else’s house. It was awfully big for a single man, though. There were two chairs at the dining room table, however, and two coats on the coat rack just inside the door. One was black and leather, the other was brown and fluffy on the inside.

"This your house?" said Kayla.

"Yeah. Bring her downstairs."

Bart opened a door. Kayla followed him down a long spiral staircase, pausing occasionally to kiss Irri's lips or breasts. When they reached ground, Kayla only stood and stared. There were Dani, Erica, and Vivi, all lined up on pedestals in various sexy poses: Dani had her back arched, pulling off a tight tank top, with unbuttoned bootie shorts sinking down a bit on her hips; Erica was bottomless, one hand on her breast and the other on her cunt, eyes closed and lips parted. Vivi, finally, was on her knees, sucking off a revolver in a considerably less detailed manikin’s hand. They looked like the real things, down to the length of their hair, the texture of their skin, and the color of their eyes.

“God damn,” said Kayla under her breath. “Did you make those?”

"Taxidermy is my hobby," said Bart. "Today, I'm using raw materials."

Bart collected Irri from Kayla and laid her down on a metal table. He opened a drawer below it and pulled out a scalpel and a cleaver. He handed the cleaver to Kayla. It was heavy, but she managed to hoist the blunt end onto her shoulder.

"If she wakes up, chop her head off."

Bart groped Irri's breasts, still wet with Kayla's fluids, then flipped her over and pressed the scalpel into Irri's back at the base of her neck. He cut straight down her spine, slowly, precise as a surgeon. He went back up to the top and cut down Irri's arm. He made a circle around her wrist and started on her other arm.

At that point, Irri stirred. She opened her eyes to see Kayla standing there, naked, with a cleaver on her shoulder. She looked blank for a moment, and then apparently felt the pain. She opened her mouth to scream, and Kayla silenced her forever.

***

Irri woke up tingling and confused, and a little horny. She saw the girl from earlier standing in front of her, naked. She thought to reach out to her and pull her down so they could have some fun, and then she felt something else. Pain. Intense pain down her back and arms. She opened her mouth to scream, saw the cleaver flash in the light, and then the only pain she felt was in her neck. She felt strange, dizzy, but not like she'd just spun around in circles. She felt like she was very small, and was rolling. The world suddenly turned in front of her eyes and there, she saw her headless body, the skin peeled off her back and arms, revealing the muscle beneath. Blood dripped everywhere on the metal table as a man in black worked, cutting all the skin off her body. She tried to scream. Nothing came out. The girl turned her around and kissed her lips. Irri closed her eyes. What a surreal dream this was. When she opened her eyes again, she fully expected to wake up in the grass on the football field.

Her “dream” faded.

***

"Beautifully done," said Bart. "Do what you want with her head. I have it memorized."

Kayla pulled Irri's eyelids up and looked into her dead brown eyes, still beautiful. She set the head down on a table, picked up her sketchbook, and drew Irri's head. She lifted it up and drew her neck stump, and then she drew Bart working on her body. Soaking wet now, she picked up Irri's head and rubbed the dead girl's nose and mouth against her cunt. She grinded on Irri's face for a couple minutes, came, then replaced the head on the now-bloody table. She gave Irri another kiss, then turned to Bart. He had Irri's skin completely detached now, stretched out on a tanning rack. Her bloody remains laid on the table, face-up. This was the first time Kayla had seen a human body without skin, so she drew it. Everything was red and beige, save for Irri's breasts, which were yellowish.

"This is the bloodiest murder I've ever seen," said Kayla.

"Wait till we put a girl through a meat grinder."

"Will we?"

"Eventually. By the way, show me your sketchbook again. I want to build a manikin of Kitty Grant."

"How long do you need it?"

"About one minute."

Kayla complied. A minute later, Bart handed her book back. "Got it," he said. "It might not be exact, but I'm trusting you drew her correctly."

"I didn’t mess up. What are we gonna do with Irri's. . . do you call that a body?"

"You'll see."

Kayla shrugged and looked from Irri's head to Bart. "Hey, do you think I could stay here with you?"

"No."

"Why?"

Bart sighed. "A beautiful teenage girl wants to share a house with a serial killer who targets beautiful teenage girls. You'd join my manikins within the week if my wife didn’t find you first."

"I'll just go home when we're done here, then."

"That would be best."

***

The cheerleading team raced the football team out to the field to start the day's practice. It was a tiny brunette who spotted something.

"What's that by the goalpost?" she said. "Trash bag?"

She approached it. She screamed. Fifty kids and the coach came rushing over. Irri Snowski's flayed body was propped up against the goal post, legs spread wide. Her head, untouched and still pretty, sat between her legs, staring blankly across the field.

The coach was the first to cry.

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The Summermount News E-edition
July 22

Teen cheerleader murdered

Fourteen-year-old Irri Snowski was found dead on the football field early this morning. She had been flayed and beheaded. Evidence suggests she died the day before.

"She slept on the field after practice," said her coach, Kiwi Clover. "I let her sleep because I assumed she'd wake up in a few minutes. I feel like I could have prevented this."

"It was the scariest thing I've ever seen," said her classmate, Rebecca Gray. "At first, I thought there was a trash bag on the goalpost, but it was all red. I got closer and it was my friend, and she was dead."

This makes Snowski the fourth, possibly fifth victim of the Summermount Slaughterer. The police will pay for any information regarding the killer. As a reporter and a fellow human being, I strongly urge you all to tell them anything you know, before we lose another one.

The killer seems to target attractive teenage girls exclusively. If you or anyone you know is an attractive teenage girl, be safe and be careful at all times. The Summermount Slaughterer is a real threat that we need to take seriously.

Comments

Leeli Ryan (11:24 a.m.)
im 12 im proly safe right?

Fay Ryan (11:25 a.m.)
Assume nothing. Always be safe, especially if you're that close to the killer's target age.

Raya Clover (11:26 a.m.)
Can't we all just stay in our houses or something and have a city-wide lockdown?

Fay Ryan (11:30 a.m.)
Unfortunately, no. We all have lives to lead, regardless of if they're safe or not. I strongly advise anyone who doesn't have to go out to stay home, though.