Kiwi

After Irri Snowski's death, Kiwi Clover kept an extra careful watch on the cheerleaders. She didn't let any of them leave practice alone, and even gave a few rides to their houses. It cost her a lot of extra money for gas, but she wasn't about to let them walk home alone and possibly be picked off by the Summermount Slaughterer, as the news had taken to calling him.

Today, none of the girls needed rides home. Their parents all came to pick them up, quite understandably. Kiwi waited till all of them were gone, then got in her car and headed down to the beach. There, she changed into a white one-piece and waded out into the cool water. It felt good after a long day. Coaching volleyball, track, swimming, tennis, and cheerleading all in one day took its toll after a while. She was usually exhausted and impatient by the time cheerleading rolled around, but recently, she found it easier. Not only was she teaching 25 girls to cheerlead, but she was now responsible for their lives. She was lucky Irri's parents hadn't pressed charges. She wouldn't have begrudged them for doing so.

Swimming in cool water was something she's been looking forward to for a long time. She hadn't been to the beach since the beginning of summer.

"Kiwi!" a woman called from the shore. Kiwi looked. Alyssa Holmes, the student economics teacher, waved at her. Kiwi gave her a wave and headed for shore.

"It's been a while," said Kiwi.

"Yeah," said Alyssa. "Couple months, I think. This is the first time I've seen you here."

"I coach pretty much all the girls' sports teams," said Kiwi. "Usually I just go home and sit around. You know what that's like?"

"Not as much as you think," said Alyssa. "I have a summer job. Hey, sit down. Standing and talking is awkward."

Alyssa led Kiwi to a towel and an umbrella. Alyssa removed a book from the towel and let Kiwi sit before doing so herself.

"So you teach cheerleading. You knew Irri Snowski?"

"Yes. Can we talk about alive people instead? I don't like guilt."

"Fair enough. Any interesting students?"

Kiwi sighed. "They're all interesting in their own way. I have a girl on the track team, Casey Shaw—you know her?"

Alyssa nodded. "Freshman last year. Pretty kid."

"Did you know she has post-traumatic stress disorder?"

"Really? She seemed normal. Didn't say much, but normal."

Kiwi nodded. "Car horns make her either freeze up or get all jumpy. She actually screamed when someone flashed their headlights at her after practice a couple weeks ago."

"Poor kid. I wonder what happened to her."

"Car crash, probably."

During the ensuing silence, a girl approached them from behind. Kiwi recognized her as Kayla Connelly, a girl who went out for exactly zero sports. "Hey, Miss Clover," she said. "I got a friend at the airport, needs a ride."

"Who told you I was giving out free rides?" said Kiwi.

"Dunno," said Kayla. "I got a text just now and you were the first adult I saw who I knew."

"Fine," Kiwi said, standing and brushing herself off. "I'll give your friend a ride. Can't have a serial killer putting me out of business."

"Thanks," said Kayla, turning. She went for the parking lot.

"She had friends?" Alyssa asked. "I always thought she was a loner. Her and that Vivi girl."

Kiwi shrugged. "Makes sense she wouldn't want another friend to die."

"I'll come with you. My next stop is the airport anyway."

"Fair enough."

Kiwi and Alyssa followed Kayla to the parking lot, then led her to Kiwi's car. She drove them to the airport. Kayla directed her to the last hanger off the runway, farthest from both the road and the main building. The place was almost deserted, and the hanger door was even closed.

"Sure she's here?" said Kiwi. "Looks like a ghost town."

"Pretty sure," said Kayla. "There's only one airport in Summermount."

Kiwi shrugged and left the car idling in front of the hanger. She pulled the side door open and stepped inside. The light was already on, illuminating a small Cessna and some kind of biplane Kiwi didn’t recognize. Underneath the Cessna’s propeller was a girl's limp form. Kiwi stepped closer, narrowing her eyes, trying to make out the figure.

"Irri . . .?" she said. The form wore Irri's cheerleading outfit and had her hair—and it had her body. "Irri!"

Kiwi ran the last steps and knelt. Irri's skin was cold, but she was fully intact, head and all. Her mouth was slightly open, but her eyes were closed. She wasn't breathing.

"No way. . ." Kiwi breathed. She was too late. The serial killer was already here.

She heard the plane's engine start. In the worst move of her life, she stood up. She heard a thunk and an odd coolness in her head. She felt the ground hit her before she realized she was falling. She saw something red and pink drip in front of her eyes. And then she was dead.

***

Bart watched the dark-skinned woman run into the hanger from the cockpit of the far Cessna. He saw Kayla and Alyssa enter behind her, slowly. He waited a moment, and then Alyssa nodded at him. He turned on the engine and set the propeller spinning. He heard a thunk. Alyssa and Kayla ran forward, and Bart turned off the plane.

***

"Watch, watch," Alyssa whispered to Kayla, pulling her close and squeezing her breast through her tank top. Kayla watched Kiwi kneel beside the Irri manikin. She touched her cunt through her shorts and waited. The propeller started spinning, and to Kayla's surprise, Kiwi stood without even looking up. The propeller took the top of her head off in a puff of red and pink and a quick spray of blood. The top half of her head splattered against the hanger wall. The rest of her body collapsed beside the manikin. Blood leaked from her head as she twitched a few times. Her brain started falling out, and then she went still. Kayla ran forward with Alyssa close behind.

"Hot damn, she's sexy," said Kayla. She knelt and began cutting Kiwi's swimsuit down the middle with a small switchblade. Bart hopped out of the plane and admired the scene. He collected the top of Kiwi's head, scraping it off the wall, and tossed it in a black trash bag.

"Hey," he said. "If you two nymphos could contain yourselves for a moment, we should get her home before we rape her corpse."

Kayla stood up, a line of pussy juice connecting Kiwi's cunt and hers for just a moment. Alyssa followed suit. She reached into her cunt and pulled a chunk of Kiwi's brain out.

"Fine," said Alyssa. "We do get to eat her, right?"

Bart nodded. "You can eat your heart out. Or hers, rather."

Alyssa lifted Kiwi's top half and nodded to Kayla. Kayla picked up her legs and Bart pulled the car close to the door. Alyssa and Kayla loaded the bloody corpse into the back seat. Both living women joined the body and kept her blood from hitting the seats. Bart returned to collect the Irri manikin, then drove away. Kayla stuffed a bunch of paper towels in a hat and put it on Kiwi's head to fool anyone looking into the car. The back windows were tinted, but it was best to be safe. Regardless of what Bart had said, Kayla and Alyssa spent the entire trip molesting Kiwi's corpse, rubbing her pussy, her tits, kissing her all over the place, kissing each other, masturbating, and generally making a sticky mess of themselves.

"Moan less," said Bart. "You're so distracting."

"Someone's got a boner," Kayla said.

"I might just snuff you to calm it down."

Alyssa came. She didn't even try to hide it. Ignoring that she had just climaxed to the idea of Kayla dying, Kayla kissed her and came as well.

***

When they arrived home, Bart sat for a moment. He turned in his seat and looked at his wife and partner. They'd both managed to lose their clothing and sat, naked and soaking wet, staring back at him, trying to look innocent. They'd gotten Kiwi's body wet with their juices, but none of her blood had fallen and left evidence, so that was a plus.

"Happy birthday, Alyssa," he said. "I'd let you celebrate with twenty-three girls, but I do believe this will be your first time eating a black woman."

"Toss Kayla in the oven and you'll make my birthday perfect," said Alyssa.

"Hate to deny your birthday wishes, but I have a better idea," said Kayla, stepping out of the car. "Give me a week and I'll bring you a video of the best slaughter you've ever seen. I'll even bring back some meat for you."

Alyssa nodded and left the car. "Fair enough. Let's see what you can do."

They brought Kiwi inside. "To the basement," said Bart. He led them down the stairs and directed them to the table they'd flayed Irri on. He knelt and checked the drain under the table, then took a knife from the rack to the side. The girls set Kiwi down and Bart observed the corpse. Kiwi had been an attractive woman—it seemed to be a trait Summermount bred—with long dark hair, toned muscles, and beautiful brown skin. The propeller had chopped the top of her head off about halfway up the forehead, leaving enough of her head intact to still look pretty. Bart raised his cleaver and chopped it off at the neck. Kayla picked it up.

"Go wild," said Bart. "It's all yours."

Kayla did, indeed, go wild. Alyssa joined in. Bart didn't look around at them. He focused on Kiwi, but their moans were hard to ignore. He stuck his dick in her neck hole and fucked her as he cut her belly open. He removed her guts, tube by tube, dumping them in a bucket beside the table. It took him a few chops to open up her chest cavity, but once he did, he plucked out her lungs, came down her throat, and finally removed her heart. Then came the slow part. He chopped off her arms piece-by-piece, two or three inches at a time. This would make the cooking faster, but he was getting tired by the end and he still had her legs left. He looked briefly at the girls behind him. They were actually standing fairly still, masturbating, watching him destroy Kiwi. Kiwi's head was on a table near them.

"Anyone care to help me with her legs?"

Alyssa got there first. Kayla occupied herself with watching while Bart and Alyssa worked. They each took one leg, removing her feet first, then her shins and calves in four sections, and finally her thighs. These took a while and they had to switch to tooth saws, but when they finished, it was worth it. Kiwi's body lay splayed on the table, chunks of her arms and legs aptly arranged like sliced kiwi fruits on a plate. Bart and Alyssa stuck her body in position with spits of varying sizes, two horizontally through her torso, and one bigger one vertically. They carried her to a freezer and put her in it. They put the slices of her limbs into an oven, turned it on, and waited.

For the longest time, they just stood there, watching, the pieces cook slowly through a glass window. Then Alyssa said, "Orgy time?"

Orgy time it was. Alyssa tackled Kayla, making out with her moments after they hit the floor. Bart took Alyssa from behind, moved down, fucked Kayla, then returned to Alyssa. Groping both of them, he fucked them in turn. Occasionally, he left to check the meat, then returned to the living girls. As they continued, the smell drifted to them. It made Alyssa hornier, apparently. She hugged Kayla tighter, squeezing her. Kayla screamed, and Bart couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure or both. He came between them, further wetting their shining chests and bellies.

Bart stepped away, slightly dizzy, but stayed upright. Alyssa and Kayla kept at it for another couple minutes before finally relaxing and rolling off each other.

"Food's about ready," said Bart. "Get dressed."

He carried six pieces of thigh upstairs on a platter. As much as he'd like to carry the entire torso up and have a feast, three people couldn't eat that much. Kayla and Alyssa came downstairs, dressed in casual clothes: black skirt and white tank top for Kayla, jeans and a long T-shirt for Alyssa. They looked like normal people for now.

They sat and ate without much ceremony. Bart waited the entire meal for Kayla to make a "tastes like chicken, but. . ." comment. She never did.

They had no leftovers. Alyssa invited Kayla to stay the night. Kayla looked to Bart, and Bart shrugged. "I'm pretty sure I can control myself," he said. "I'm just worried Alyssa will snuff you in the night."

Alyssa stroked an imaginary beard. "What would ever give you that idea?"

***

At midnight, long after Alyssa had fallen asleep post-sex, Kayla nudged Bart awake. "Bart," she whispered. "About Alyssa's birthday slaughter."

"Yeah?"

"How much would your employer pay for an entire eighth grade class?"

***

The Summermount News E-edition
July 29

High school sports coach disappears

Kiwi Clover, 27, disappeared July 26. Witnesses last saw her on the beach at around 4:45 p.m., but there have been no reports of subsequent sightings. After Clover's three-day absence, search parties were sent out. None of them have returned any news so far. Any information on Clover's whereabouts will be rewarded.

In other news, I saw Kitty Grant on July 28 near the beach. I talked with several beachgoers, who verified that my eyes weren't going bad. Kitty Grant is, in fact, walking around Summermount, but apparently hasn't returned home. No one has managed to talk with her so far. That's my next goal.

Fay Ryan, intern editor

Comments

Fay Ryan (12:00 p.m.)
I'd like to take a moment to say that swears, threats and other such bile are strictly prohibited in the comments from now on in lieu of several comments getting out of hand not only on my articles, but on several others. Please respect everyone else who takes the time to make their e-voices heard. Also, please take the time to make your comments legible. Proofread them once over, at the very least.

Adrian Winters (12:01 p.m.)
Maybe kiwi's disappearance has something to do with Kitty's zombie/ghost/reincarnation/thing?

Casey Shaw (12:03 p.m.)
I talked to Kitty. She hugged me and left.

Fay Ryan (12:07 p.m.)
That's adorable. Weird, but adorable. What did you say?

Casey Shaw (12:13 p.m.)
I said, "are you okay? You look sad". I didn't even know it was her till later.

Kitty Grant (12:16 p.m.)
I hugged you because you looked many times sadder than I ever have. Be happy, Casey.

Jonah Layman (12:16 p.m.)
That's not Kitty's IP.

Fay Ryan (12:17 p.m.)
Of course not. She hasn't returned home. It's a library computer. Kitty, if you're still there, can I talk to you?

Fay Ryan (1:11 p.m.)
Kitty?