Case of the Missing Teen Detective
(Snuff, Cons, Mg, Teen)

The sun shone brightly on the small town of Oak Grove as its inhabitants went about their daily lives; it was an ordinary summer day like any other. In a modest two story home on the corner of two of the main streets in the small town lived a young girl who was about to have a very extraordinary day. She was already extra ordinary of course, for how many teen girls investigate murders in their spare time?

That young girl was named Mary Happily, and she was 15 years old. She grew up a devotee of Nancy Drew and Veronica Mars, and living in a small town had nothing better to do than consume true crime podcasts and sometimes masturbate to stories of serial killers on gurochan (which she would have denied!)

Our story opens on her staring intently at her phone at a family party, as is not uncommon with 15 year old girls. It had dinged while she was talking to a her young nephew, and after casually glancing at it, she suddenly gasped and gave it her full attention. "Address listed on report was 133 W Lark Ave. Look, not sure why you wanted this but please don't mess around with stuff that should be handled by the police. Call me - what is going on?! <3 Mia"

Her blond ringlets bounced as she walked with purpose past her friends and family who were gathered for her Dad's birthday, crowding the home with laughter and conversation. Her mom smiled at her from across the room, caught in conversation with a friend - but too deep into the gossip to focus on her daughter for long. Her mom was the town busybody, yet never seemed to care what her daughter was up to. Perhaps her curiosity had past down and was what led to her daughter playing detective so often, even as a child.

As Mary stepped out her front door for the last time. She caught the eye of Mr Banders, the next door neighbor passing by on a walk, and he waved at her which she cheerfully returned, flashing her braces. Despite being just fifteen years old and only six foot one in height, she often stood out; her outlook was always upbeat, her felt step was light. She seemed more alive than most, and what no seemed to notice was the darkness inside.

It wasn't long before Mary arrived at Mr James's house, his address the result of her investigating unsolved cases some weeks prior. He had given little away when they last met, but he did intrigue her. Enough that she couldn't let the disappearance of those girls lie, like he suggested, like her friend Mia suggested, like her parents and the police told her to. Enough that she woke frequently, wet and trembling, desperate for something she couldn't quite name, couldn't admit to herself.

One night last week was marked the start of something new and unknown. As Mary awoke panting in fear, she felt the familiar stirring of desire build inside himself once again. But this time instead of rejecting it, which had become routine now, she gave up and let herself act upon it and buried her hands in her panties. She imagined herself as one of the girls, toxicology reports said they had been drugged to be paralyzed but aware; raped brutally, then killed. Her fingers flicked and probed her little clit, and as it swelled she slipped one finger into her warm sticky cunt, then two. She licked her lips as she imaged being helpless and frozen as she was undressed, and then violated. Soon another finger joined the first, and grunting she began to hammer herself, ignoring - even reveling in the pain.

Her other hand blurred over her clit, no longer carefully and precise but a frenzied aggressive grind. Her legs stiffened, and as her back arched and she neared release, her imagination detailed her murder. Orgasm took her as brutally and suddenly as her fantasy death was, and she was left shaking and panting - emptied and utterly hooked.
It was no longer enough, at first it was once a night, then twice, then every few hours. She was rubbing herself raw and it was not enough. She needed it, to feel herself taken like that, to die for someone eases pleasure. At first it bothered her, but over the last few weeks it had turned into an obsessive need that overruled all else. This was her purpose, she knew, her reason for existing. Too die like this, to be this killers masterpiece.

She was certain the killer was the school chemistry teacher, Hall James. The girls that were found dead all had told someone close that they were flirting with him (and admittedly she could see why - he was actually very hot for an older man) , the all had been drugged and then killed but their bodies had been treated with some kind of chemical that destroyed the killers DNA, and most damning to her, the rumors were they all had a hot mystery date the day before the day before they were found dead. The police had not found anything concrete and, ignoring the grapevine, had written him off. She knew better however, and had convinced a friend to help track down his address.

She did not hesitate, knocking firmly as soon as she reached the door. She was surprised how wet she was already, she worried the dampness that had already soaked through her panties would be visible, but a quick glance down reassured her it was not - yet.

Mr James seemed surprised to see her, but not suspicious or worried. He invited her in and asked her to come in to talk. As she walked into the entry past him however, she noticed he discretely locked the door behind her.

"How can I help you," he asked, standing between her and the exit.
She had meant to only tell him some of it, but as it started spilling out, she was horrified to find herself admitting not only that she suspected him of murder, but that it turned her on. That she couldn't stop touching herself, that it wasn't enough. She didn't, she noticed in a detached way, say anything about turning him in. Or what would happen next.

"I see." He said quietly, "Perhaps I should get us a drink and we can talk about it. Why don't you go sit down in the den there."

As Mary made herself comfortable upon the cushions within his den, he took out two glasses of bourbon and placed them carefully onto small tray tables beside each person's seat. Taking a seat opposite her, he asked her to detail the whole story.

At first she felt awkward and things were stiff, but slowly the whiskey chased away any sense of fear and caution Mary always maintained while engaging in conversations with men - particularly grown ones such as this one. She told him everything, and during it all he listened attentively, once brushing a stray hair from her face which caused a warm tingling feeling to spread from where he touched her until her whole body felt like it was desperate for him to touch it. He refilled her glass as she was wrapping up her story, and she threw it back.

She found her words slurring, and things began to feel fuzzy.

"Did you drug me?" She asked him, suddenly realizing what she was feeling.

He gave a small smirk that sent chills down her spine. "No darling, I didn't drug you…this time." He said and the smirk turned into a grin. "It was the first one!"

He winked at her, taking the glass from her drooping hand. That made sense, she thought smiling, stoned out of her mind already.

She relaxed as the drugs caused her body to slowly stop responding. She had almost managed to reach her hand into her panties before she could no longer move and was paralyzed.

He stood up and approached the paralyzed young girl, unbuttoning his pants as he approached her. He knelt down in front of her, slowly pulling out his penis and stroking it as he looked deep into her eyes.

He said to her, “I’m going to fuck you now. I hope that you enjoy this, but I'll be honest - you won't survive it." He smiled then, eyes on the gush of lubrication that his words provoked in her virgin cunt.

He roughly pulled her panties down, pulling her dress over her head to get it out of the way. Her teen body was completely bare now, he stood a moment admiring her - she had never developed large enough breasts to justify a bra, and now never would!

He forced her to turn over and while she couldn't speak she grunted insistently. She wanted to be fucked, what was he doing casully pushing her face into the cushion?!

He spread her ass, admiring her tiny puckered pink teen asshole, then he spat on it and with no further preparation savagely forced the head of his cock against the young teen girl's soft delicate anus and pushed with all his strength.

He was only able to enter her slowly, despite all the pressure. She was so hot and tight, he had to grit his teeth and just endure it, determined to fuck her ass despite it actually out right hurting him.

The drugs slightly numbed things for her, but as his thickness filled her ass, and a thousand tiny tears ripped through her asshole from the strain, it was soon evident they would not protect her from the pain.

The difference between fantasy and reality became clear very quickly. She began to cry and wail as best she could (sounding something like a wounded seal he thought), despite her arousal and the drugs, as he brutally raped her asshole.

The paralytics forced her ass to stay relaxed however and the blood from the initial tearing provided adequate lubrication so he was shortly up to full speed, hammering his adult cock deep into her 15 year old ass. She had thought she wanted this, but she was wrong - it hurt with a searing all consuming wrongess. All she wanted was for it to stop, she woudl do anything for it to stop.

She grunted and wailed wordlessly as loud as the paralytics would allow, groaning and crying unable to even beg him to stop but he ignored her, only pausing to occasionally slap her face or ass, or to force his cock past her extremely tight sphincter again - it was so tight it kept popping out and he was getting annoyed at the inconvience.

At one point he leaned forward too far while off balance and again was forced from her tiny ass. Cursing he punched her in the eye and walked over to the near by kitchen where he retrieved a knife.

"I'm no doctor, but I think I can fix that with some surgery." He said.

Her screams were merely wordless muted exhalations due to the drugs as she panicked at the thought of what that would mean, but was unable to move or even speak. Her mind was ebbing and flowing as the drugs continued to pile cotton on her brain and for a moment everything faded to black.

She was awoken by agony as he slid a large butcher knife into her soft perfect asshole. The little tears that had already been put into it were nothing compared to the sliding unstoppable steel, which sliced right through the tight muscle sphincter and relaxing her asshole entirely.

She was beyond pain now - utterly at peace in the moment. The drugs pulled her down into darkness more and more, but she resisted, unwilling to leave without the orgasm she had so long chased.

He was disappointed with how loose his modification had made her ass, so she got her final wish when her disgustedly flipped her back over.

"Ugg, can't even be bothered to shave your ugly snatch huh?" He sneered. She was too far gone too feel humiliation and had no reaction, so he shrugged. Her cunt was much tighter than he expected and he reveled in the ability to see her eyes; staring up at him now in a dull haze of pain and resignation.

"Hold on bitch," he whispered to her, "This is going to hurt like a motherfucker."
He slammed the knife into her side, puncturing her lung, "Now let's see if you can get your orgasm before you die!"

His thrusts were strong and merciless - exactly what she had wanted - but between the drugs, all her pain, and the sensation of drowning in her own blood while unable to even cough she no longer had the slightest interest in anything besides this all stopping. If she could have wept should would have, and tears did stream down her face.

He smiled again at the sight of her agony and as he started to cum deep in her destroyed teen pussy her leaned forward, jamming the knife upwards through her throat and chin, the tip severing arteries, veins, and brace bands, slicing through her tongue and piecing the roof of her mouth to to end it's journey in her brain.

She gurgled, and despite the drugs managed to twitch a bit but otherwise the only reaction was the horror, pain, and then relief in her eyes as her mind finally collapsed under the weight of the terror and damage and she died. He pumped deep into her pussy over and over as the light faded from her eyes.

Afterwords he pulled his shrinking cock from her tight cunt and leaned back, admiring the view of her body, sprawled out and bleeding, with his cum oozing from her dead cunt.

The sun shone brightly through the window, illuminating the young blond teen girl lying lifelessly on the floor. Her golden locks no longer bounced, they were matted with blood and her eyes wide and even in death were shadowed with the horror and pain of her demise. Her arms and legs lay sprawled. The cum from her cunt joins the blood pooling under her body to form spiraling swirling patterns; the only thing moving as he pants, standing in front of her dead body.

He had planned to wait a while before killing again, but this was too good to pass up! Time to take care of the body like the others, seems to be working so far. The cops were way dumber than this dead high school chick, he decided, he was still safe. Maybe he could even snag a few more before it was time to move on.