K/V: Victim
Name: Elsa
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: Long red hair, blue eyes, 1.74m tall, wearing, pink underwear (bra, slip)

K/V: Victim
Name: Ting
Age: 15
Sex: F
Characteristics: Long black, brown eyes, 1.62m tall, wearing black lingerie (bra, slip)

K/V: Victim
Name: Jennifer
Age: 12
Sex: F
Characteristics: short red hair, blue eyes, 1.45 m tall, wearing a pokemon shirt and a short skirt, no panties.

Scene: At home. Out of boredom the bisexual Elsa and her girlfriend Ting try to "introduce" Jenny to the joys of sex, but they are surprised by a serial rapist and killer.

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It was one of those places in the outskirts of the suburbs which were just there, but no one ever visited them, if they didn’t want to hide from the world. One would rather drive by on the on the highway that passed in a few hundred meters distance, towards the glittering lights of the city. The economy had long moved on and left the carpark in its misery. Grass had overgrown much of the place, its three stories crumbling and littered with trash, its walls covered in grafitti tags. The pungent stench of old urine and barf was most prominent in places next to empty beer bottles, cans or needles, left here by junkies who sought the loneliness to get their fix.
There were some derelict cars, there were always some in this kind of places, left to rust by their owners, some outside the car park, rusty brown and with milky windows, some in the car park itself, not looking better. The old van I was driving was not in the best shape itself, and would be even worse after I would light it up to cover the tracks of my crimes. In between those cars that were already here, it wouldn’t attract attention until I was long gone. Three dead bodies lay on its backseats, a daddy, a mummy and a girl daughter, murdered, and, in case of the two females, abused and raped. I really had raped the shit out of that little girl, before I cut her throat in front of her mommy.

I returned to the car and sat down in its driver seat once again, door closed but window half open to catch some air. I allowed myself to relax for a moment and closed my eyes. It was only when I heard the metal clanking of a can being kicked around, that my eyes shot open. My gaze roamed over to the clock, which showed 0:02, so I had dozed off barely 15 minutes. Nevertheless I scolded myself for not being attentive enough. I couldn’t risk being seen. Fortunately the Van was black, and I had switched off the light, so it was barely visible here far in the back of the second story of the car park.



Her white shirt was clearly visible in the dank darkness, reflecting the dim light of a distant flickering lantern and the full moon, and revealing the curvy shape of the girl which I estimated at 15 or 16 years old. My own darkish grey pullover and pants in contrast made me almost vanish inside the old van. She hadn’t seen me, or even the van, so I exhaled and took my hand from the gun which I had grabbed almost instinctively.

She lethargically chewed on a chewing gum and generally gave a rather unmotivated impression, as she kicked the can around a little further and sat down on a huge heap of rubble, which had come down as some of the ceiling collapsed, and from which several long rusty metal bars stuck out in different directions.

My instincts awoke, and I knew that I had to have her. I rarely had the chance for another victim in phases when I was on the run, so I promised myself to enjoy this even more. I reached behind the passenger seat, past the severed head of the dead girl, grabbed my backpack with all my weapons and tools. I watched her a little longer, staring into the darkness, saw how she grabbed a stone from the heap and threw it over the balustrade. I switched of the interior light, so it wouldn’t alert her to my presence once I, slowly, very slowly, opened the door. Carefully i took out the blue pills, the rope, the handkerchiefs and the Chloroform from the black backpack, closed it again and snuck out of the car.
It were my last Viagra, so I would have to murder another pharmacist girl soon, because Viagra made the whole ordeal even better: It allowed to stay hard, even when the object of desire had been raped and murdered already hours ago. Nothing beats chemically induced stamina meeting the desire to fuck dead bodies.

She opened her eyes again, but only to sigh. She didn’t really feel comfortable in this cold wet place, yet she didn't want to go home either, I could sense that, there was this special kind of undecidedness to her attitude. And she wouldn't. She would never go anywhere again. As I watched her, while circling her in the darkness, I felt my cock, pressing hard against the zipper from the inside of my pants. One could have meant that the Viagra was already working, but I knew that this was still all natural. The Viagra would kick in later. It was the expectation of another brutal murder, the fantasy of taking her life in the most brutal way possible while raping her senseless. The beast had awoken again and it would be fed.

I was almost there, already behind the big heap of rubble, when she prepared to get up. She did sit on a rusty metal grate that had been part of the rubble too, and she had to lean on some of the bigger concrete pieces, giving me a window of opportunity, as she sought for support to get up easier.

Without hesitation I jumped out of my hideout and then forward, reaching out and pressing the chloroform filled handkerchief onto her face. She struggled for a few seconds in my grasp before the Chloroform did its job and the girl sank down into my arms unconsciously.

At first I had thought about carrying her to the van and rape her between the corpses of its owners, but seeing the spiky heap of concrete, with the rusty grate and the metal bars another idea came to mind. Biting my lips in anticipation, I removed her skirt and shirt, and uncovered red long stripes running over her back, thick enough to be the remainder of a belt or a particular broad stick. So that was the reason she was not going home… most likely the work of her daddy. What an amateur. Much less bad than what I had in mind for that bitch.

I was about to throw away the skirt, as I felt a little weight in it. Feeling for it I found a small pocket and a purse inside. Pure sadistic joy made me open it and rummage through whatever was inside. No pictures, change and two ID Cards. One Students ID, and a library card. April. Sweet 16…. And what a nice name. April, sweet little sixteen, who died in September. Story of a Summer. I grinned. It was always better to know their names.

With that stupid grin of evil anticipation, I took out the rope and bound the unconscious girl by ankles and wrists onto the rusty grate, in the probably most uncomfortable position possible. Her back rested hard against sharp cold metal, while her legs, spread eagled, were bound tightly to the metal bars that stuck out of the heap of concrete, leaving her open to any violation which I would have in store for the cunt that waited beneath the bluish fabric of her slip.

The sudden rush of violence took hold again. I tore her bra apart, and then her slip, and while I did so I recognized how the cold finally did its work already and made her hairs stick out… but also her nipples. I held her slip under my nose and inhaled her female scent for a few seconds before pushing the fabric into her half open mouth and binding the makeshift gag in place with the remainder of her bra. Looking down the body of the bitch, I joyfully recognized that she sported a cleanly shaven cunt. With impish evil joy I licked her left teat and then her right, and couldn’t help it, so I bit into her nipple, which made her exhale and groan painfully in her chloroform induced haze, letting a small cloud appear in front of her lips. She groaned, and I knew the cold and the uncomfortable resting place would make her wake up soon, now as the chloroform lost its effect, so I had to hurry.

I slipped out of the backpack, let it fall onto the ground with a thudding noise, opened it, took out my “tools” and put them next to her bound naked body: A small saw, a combat knife, more rope… a pickaxe. I didn’t know yet which one I would use later, each kill was a spontaneous decision, but better to have them in place rather then have the rummage through the stuff later. Then I unbuckled my belt, and stepped out of the pants after letting them glide down my legs. I took the belt out of the pants, and began to caress her breasts with its leather.

“Mhmmm….“ I moaned. “…Let’s start with something you know…”

My cock stood erect beneath my black underwear, spanning it like a tent, as I hauled off and let the leather belt swat on the skin of her giant tits with full force.

Her eyes shot open.

She wanted to scream, but only muffled moans came from her gagged mouth. I beat her again, and again… and again. And while I did so, my left hand pushed down my underwear and exposed my cock to her. She would know what was about to happen. And she shook her head. Frantically. With wide open eyes that were filled with panic. I loved it.

Again I hit her tits and torso with the belt, exerting all my strength and leaving another long red mark on her once flawless titty skin. Tears of pain welled up in the corners of her eyes and I heard her whimper, muffled by the makeshift gag. I didn’t care. I loved it.

I leaned in and whispered into her ear “You should have gone home April… the flogging that your dad would have given you, is nothing compared to the pain that I will make you suffer while I… RAPE … you. And then I will…” I waited for a moment to ensure that I owned all her attention, before I continued with pleasure in my voice, even prolonging the words in order to enjoy the situation and my power over the helpless girl:”...muuuurdeerrrrr youuuu...!”

She immediately began to struggle against the ropes as survival instinct set in, but they were bound too tightly. I put the belt aside for a moment, grabbed her waist with both of my hand, and lined my raging hard cock up to her pussy.

“But first you cunt shall be raped, and hard!” I hissed into her face, which stared back at me with wide open eyes full of frantic fear. Her breath was squeaking and rustling with shock, but this only made it better. I loved it when the fear became physical. It made the whole ordeal so much more real.

Then I pushed my hip and drove my hardon into her tight pussy. Again. Again. Deeper! Each time I leant in, put all my weight into the thrust, not only because I wanted it so much but, also to ensure that the metal in her back would dig deep into her flesh. Again… HARD! Another PUSH. Her eyes were red with tears, and her whimpers of pain and fear connected with the shallow breath of shock. I grinned and shoved my cock in deep, pushing her torso down and making it scrape over the rusty grate, while her tits bounced up and down for my enjoyment. Again… HARD! AGAIN! I was in heaven.

“Yes Bitch... how do you like that, hunh?” I grunted, staring at her tits which jumped up and down in the rhythm of the rape, then leading my gaze upwards until I stared into her crying face that was a testament of fear. My right hand sought for the leather belt that I had put aside, but I needed a few moments before it finally found it. Enough to enhance her fear even more.

“You know what I really like, April? I like it when my victims die while I rape them. I love it when their last spasms milk my seed from my cock… but first… first I make them suffer!”

I hauled off and beat her with the belt. Again. Again. Again. Again… Each time that I drove my hardon into her cunt, the leather belt hit her flawless skin and made it flawed. More and more red streaks appeared while I fucked her with ever faster pace, together with bluish brown bruises in places where the belt buckle hit. She screamed into her gag full force, pain and fear mixing in this special cocktail that turned me on so much. Each thrust made her scrape over the metal grate, and I felt how my left hand was getting wet from the blood that was running down her back. “Does that hurt April? I hope it hurts…” I grunted into her face just to mock her pain, and tell her how I felt about her. She existed only to satisfy my violent urges. She was there to die for me. Again I hit her with the belt and then again, working it like a whip, and enjoying every moment of her painful muffled screams.

When my first climax approached I paused for a moment, staring down on her hapless body trying to wriggle out of the tight ropes. She twitched from a near nervous breakdown and from exhaustion. I grinned. I slung my belt round her neck, led it back through its buckle and then I pulled. Further… and further… until the leather strap clasped about her neck tightly, choking her. I pulled harder, until no sound was coming from her mouth anymore, before I removed the gag and witnessed her struggle against the asphyxiation.

“Time to ride you bitch proper…” I grunted, and grabbed her waist with my bloody left hand again, leaving red bloody stripes on a torso that was fully covered in marks and bruises. Then I pushed her onto my cock by tugging on that belt around her neck, using it at the same time for support and balance like a rodeo rider. And then again. Her panic grew, the fear of suffocating driving her into that special place where her mind was blanking, falling back into the fight or flight instinct, which made her tear on the ropes without sense and made them cut deep into her wrists. She was beyond pain. She was dying and she knew it. I didn’t care. I didn’t stop… “Die… you bitch… Die…” I hissed into her face and rode her further, pulling myself forward at the belt that was suffocating her. I was so close to cumming. Cumming in her pussy. Cumming in her cunt. I saw her stare at me. I stared back, eyes wild with sadistic pleasure, savoring every second of her death struggle. She twitched. Her body cramped, tried to arch but couldn’t. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, whose lips had turned purple for oxygen deprivation and then… just when I was about to come, her eyes went blank, rolled back. She was dead.

I came.

I held the belt further with one hand while I rode her corpse like a rodeo horse. Later I cut of her head and fucked that. Then I raped her headless body again.

When I returned to the car, tugging her corpse on its feet with my left hand and holding her head on its hair with my right, the clock showed 4:30. I stuffed her into the back to the other corpses and covered them with gasoline from the gas canister. The car burnt good, but I didn’t stay. I changed into something that was not bloody and washed myself with the contents of a water bottle. I had to find a pharmacy and a new car.