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It was the sound of high pitched but silent moans which alerted the man in the khaki uniform to the fact that someone was in the bath still. He was high on speed and coke and had a raging hardon due to the probably unhealthy amount of viagra he had thrown in, and hadn't actually checked if there was someone still in the building, after he had seen the target of his violent fantasies: that woman from the tram, blond, with big full breasts, sleeping in her bedroom. A beauty. A true milf.

In his right hand the man held his knife. In his left a bunch of fabrics coated in stimulants, just like the ones that he was on. The drugs and his perverse predisposition and the fixed idea to commit a lust murder just to know how it felt had brought him here. Just a few steps had separted him from his victim, when he heard the moans. He froze, exhaled, bit on his lips. Female. Young. Coming from upstairs. So that beautiful but exhausted looking woman on the bed, a doctor from the nearby hospital, whom he had stalked several days now, before he, fired up by the drugs, finally brought up the courage to do it… truely was a milf. He had to check.

After sneaking up and peeping through a barely opened bathroom door, the man saw the little girl. 10… probably 11. She was masturbating, moaning even. Her eyes were closed. And suddenly a new idea formed in his perverse head, one which was even more violent… more disgusting.

When he had snuck through the corridor below he had noted a little handheld cam, one of the modern ones, easy to carry on a cupboard. He had actually thought about using it to witness and record the deed…the murder by his hands… but his urges had hurried him on. But there was a TV in the mothers room, just opposite of the bed with red satin sheets on which she was sleeping. This was the home of a little family that was well off…

A violent grin accompanied the terrible plan, that was forming in his mind.

He had to act quickly though, If he wanted to "catch" that little girl in the act still. Her mom was sleeping deeply, but for what his sick mind had cooked up, she would have to be awake.. but bound.

The man returned to the mothers bedroom but took the camera on his way. He put it next to the tv and closed the door behind himself. The woman of probably 35 years, but looking more like 30,  slept in a silken pink bathrobe, and smelled for strawberries, most likely because of her shampoo. She didn't wear underwear, which was a nice extra to note for later. The first thing to do was the most critical…

The man pushed the rags with stimulants into her mouth. They were meant to wake her up, witness her own murder fully conscious,  but now the rags douled as a gag to keep her quite not to alert her daughter. Also the drugs would need time to work.

Tired as she was, the man overpowered her easily, turned her, sat on her back, bound her arms behind her back with the silken belt that had failed to keep her bathrobe closed. When she was half awake and began to struggle it was already to late. Further strips were torm from the robe, and used to keep the rags in place, and then bind her legs together, before the man put her, eyes wide in panic, up against the wall.

"Yes… you will die… you will be raped. All the bad things are going to happen to you. But first… lets put up a little show shall we?"

With grim content about a terrible work well done the man left her sitting, walked to the tv, switched it on and used the remote to connect it to the handheld.

"First i will kill your daughter. But don't worry… you will join her soon"

Screams, muffled by the rags were the answer. Oh she was awake now. And she would witness everything. And she was screaming from all her lungs now, her face a desparate plea, but through the gag barely a sound came out. The man undressed exposing his hardon. Then he  took the camera and left her, closed the door behind himself after slipping through quickly. Viathe widescreen tv that almost filled the wall of her bedroo she could see the path he took, hear the moans of her own daughter as he took the way upstairs.

"What a nice thing to witness in hdtv…"

the man whispered into the microfone of the camera as he was on the way up.

"I bet you wish you had rather spent the money on a proper security system.. but it is too late now…"

He was on the top floor, walked towards the bathroom, had the camera peek through the door to make her mom see her own daughter masturbating in the bathroom mirror. The little girl was close to cumming… one could hear it… see it. She bit her lips. Arched her back, Had her eyes closed. Moaned "Do it!…" as she lay there in the bathtub ready to be raped and murdered.

The man opened the door silently, stepped in. She didnt notice him. He got a good full frontal, and felt his hardon twitch upon the sight, and the idea of her desperate mother struggling below upon the sight of her own daughter about to be rapemurdered by a stranger.