When Rika and Maria entered the backstage dressing room, they didn't realize that they were not alone.

The place was full with utensils, enough to hide in or behind. The label had promised to clean the old stuff often enough, but never followed up. It was a little thing among many, each of them a bit of money saved, each of them another little insult to the two girls which were actually their cash cow. No wonder both wanted to change labels.

"I will go take a shower. Gosh i won't miss this place i can tell you… it's time we got out of that contract. I also don't like how Mr. Ferrell is looking at you Rika. He is old enough to be MY father, and shouldn't look at you the way he does. Ugly pervert."

"I don't really see it Maria. Do you really think he want's to…"

"Yup… sure. This guy can't wait until you are legally old enough for him to make advances. Lets leave those assholes behind…"

Maria vanished into the bathroom, and left Rika alone who fell into the swivel chair in front of the beauty mirror. It started rotating immediately, and Rika's tired eyes looked on the ceiling, before they closed.

"Just a little nap…"

She moaned, while the water inside the shower started running.

She didn't see the man coming. Only felt the handkerchief on her nose when she inhaled the sweet scent of Chloroform. Her eyes shot open once, but her gaze got dimmer already when she realized who it was who had been hiding among the Utensils.

"Mfftr Frrrll"

She mumbled into the Handkerchief. Then she was out.

When she awoke she lay bound on the floor, hands and legs bound. Some fabric in her mouth prevented her from shouting. She felt cold. Because she was nude. Next to her lay Maria, similarly nude, similarly bound, but seemingly in the process of waking too. Rika noted that someone must have pushed all the boxes aside to create some space. Except a big one in front of the beauty mirror.

In the swivel chair in which she had found rest in earlier sat Mr Ferrel now. Nude. Stroking his cock. On his lips and in his eyes a cold sadistic expression. He got up and walked towards the bound girls when Rika started to mumble unintelligible words into her gag and began to struggle against the restraints.

"Lets take that gag away shall we, all the staff is gone anyway. No one will hear you scream. But first let me tell you a bit about what's going to happen hmm? I will murder you both. At first I thought it was just a business decision. Necessary. You know… You are mine. I found you little whores when no one knew you still, and then i learn that you plan to leave?. I won't allow anyone to profit of you. You are mine."

Mr Ferrell reached out to the makeup table and grabbed something. A knife, a combat knife with a serrated edge on one side, and a smooth one on the other. As he continued to circle both girls, Maria was awake now too, struggled againt her restraints and, according to the volume, screamed into her gag while the man looked at the long blade with an almost loving gaze.

"Unfortunately for you, you just reached the very first peak of you career. When artists die so young they stay legends. Oh poor girls… taken from life so early. But the label spends ten percent of the earnings of their "best of" for the victims of domestic violence…"

The man knelt next to Rika and led the blade along her trembling skin, with enough force to cut into her thigh, but not deep. Small Rivulets of blood began to run down her thigh. Maria was almost going crazy when she saw this but Rika was petrified and sobbed into her gag, staring at his

cock which Mr. Ferrell continued to stroke with his left.

"But an assassination? Too many questions. The insurance… How much better if you both were raped and murdered by an ax crazy stalker hmm? A fanboy who doesn't know his limits. You know i am not really here. Officially i am on my way to Japan where some very noble gentlemen will provide me with an alibi for about ten percent of the earnings of your best of albums. You know… the money meant for violence victims."

He let go of his cock andpushed his callused hand between Rika legs, rubbing her slit. The girl tried to writhe away, but for no awail. Maria meanwhile tried to shuffle closer, but was in no position to do anything. While Rika cried for shame and fear, Maria did out of fury. Mr Ferrell was sure.

"Anyway… like this i will get some of that sweet pussy i have been waiting to fuck for four years now. And i dont even have to wait. But i can't have you both run away of course. Hence…"

With precise violent movements he grabbed Rika's lower thighs and began to cut away at the tendons in her ankles. The little redhead screamed into her gag. It was unintelligible, but even without gag it would have been. The pain was too big. Only once he was done did he removed her gag to hear the sweet sound of her sobbing. He deliberately pulled on her hair to force the younger girl to look into

Maria's face, before he began to cut the tendons in Rika's knee too. Her lowere legs soon were deep red with blood. Rika screamed. Maria shook her head wildly.

"You could have saved her Maria. Instead you came up with that stupid idea to change labels. She is not like you, i bet i could have formed her into a docile little bed bunny. Now she will die. But i will for sure have my fun with her first."

Mr Ferrell grunted, and cut the rope that bound Rika's legs.
With the cut tendons that girl won't run anywhere anytime soon. Grabbing her by the rope that held her arms together behind her back and lifting her like a struggeling suitcase he carried her over to the box in front of the larger mirror. He threw her onto it, face downwards, and the impact pushed the air from her lungs, interrupting her crying and sobbing.

"Please…ahahhaaaa,… Mr Ferell…. don't… we will do anything… we won't change labels…wahahahaaaa"

Rika sobbed.

"It's too late. Things are in motion. You are gonna die. But first i will have some fun with you"

Mr. Ferrell answered and took position behind her, rubbing his hardon against her slit before he thrust in hard, deliberately pulling at her hair too, to force her to look into

the mirror, while he stared at Maria triumphantly.

Then he started fucking her…. raping her.

"OOOW… Mr Ferrell… it hurts… ahhahhh"

She sobbed as he took her maidenhood. Sadistic pleasure took hold in the mans chest, as he drove his cock in harder. Turning his gaze to the mirror, seeing himself as he raped Rika he answered:

"Your pain means nothing. You are going to die anyway. Suffer you bitch for teasing me all these years…"

He held himself at the rope that bound her arms like a rodeo rider was holding himself on a bucking bronco. Sadism took hold and he pushed the knife deep into Rikas chest from behind… once.. twice.

It sank into her body below her shoulderblade and must have penetrated her left lung, as Rika soon started to breathe heavily, more quickly and in a rustling way. Her screams died and were replaced by weak sobbing, panic about the sudden lack of air

"NOooouerksarghhh"

she coughed, breath comming ragged and unsteady while Mr.

Ferrell grabbed the knife in her back like a second grip to hold on and started raping her even more violently.

"YESSS…DIE YOU BITCH… LITTLE WORTHLESS WHORE… DIE WHILE I RAPE YOUR INNOCENCE OUT!!!"

he grunted, deeply content.

He continued to rape the poor girl, didn't heed her pleads, her begging to let her live, didn't care.

"Do you feel that throbbing… i am gonna cum in you. And when i cum… you die…whore"

He shouted, looked up, let go of the rope that bound her hands and instead grabbed her hair and pulled on it until Rika was forced to see in the mirror how she was raped. Somewhere in the back Maria was struggeling, screaming unintelligible things into her gag, but this only infuriated the lust of Mr. Ferrell more.

Then he came and laughed sadistically as he did so. With one movement he pulled the knife from Rika's rips and led it to her throat, cutting while not stopping the violent thrusts with which te drove his cock into her. Immediately blood spurted from her cut carotid, and her last scream of protest cut short and became a gargling retching mess.

"NOOOOACKGRrrchkchkkk"

The man didn't stop. Raped her further. Cut deeper, held onto the knife like a rodeo rider to the seat. But with every thrust he made the knife cut deeper. Soon the retching stopped, the twitching began as Rikas dying body milked Mr Ferrells throbbing cock for seed.

Then spasms and a warm sensation as her eyes went dull and the body released a stream of warm pee, only but a moment before the knife finally cut through her neck and Mr Ferrell held Rika's dead head by the hair. Up. So Maria could see.

No muffled screams anymore from the bigger girl. Just sobbing.

Mr Ferrell turned to her with Rikas head in his right, and the bloody knife in his left. Came over. Knelt next to Maria. He put the knife and head aside and masturbated himself until he was stiff enough again, before he removed Maria's gag.

"I WILL FUCKING KILL Y…"

the young woman screamed, but it was cut short when Mr Ferell pushed Rika's face against Maria's in a way that their lips would meet.

"Have a little farewell kiss. Did you know that some fans

were shipping you and Rika? I think they would love to see this. "

He grunted and climbed onto Maria's chest before he stuck his cock into Rikas gullet, fucking the head from behind as if it was an onahole, while simultaneously pressing the little girls dead lips against Maria's. The man grunted, aroused by the tight dead esophagus around his cock as much as by Maria's schocked and disgusted expression about the debasing ordeal.

"Don't you like it? Kiss her goodbye. She will soon spit my seed into your mouth"

Thrust after thrust he did in the severed head, pushed Rika's dead mouth against Marias lips with enough force to keep them locked. He came, wad after wad of semen, into Rikas mouth… and thus into Maria' s too.

The blue haired girl gagged and retched when the man withdrew his cock from Rika's head, and then Rika's lips from Maria's.

"This is a bad dream…."

Maria sobbed.

"It certainly is not…"

Mr. Ferrell answered.

He carried Rikas severed and bloody head back to the box on which he had murdered her, and Maria had to come with, as he pulled her carelessly over the rough floor by one of her legs, until she lay in the puddle of Rika's blood which had formed next to the box.

Now, after he had raped her mouth from behind, Rika's dead head sported a lolled out tongue covered in man-goo. He put it onto the little counter in front of the beauty mirror so she would stare back at both, Mr Ferell and Maria, witnees with her dead eyes how he would murder Maria too.

The mirror was reddish and "dusty" with sprays of Rikas blood, that was beginning to dry. But it would do the trick. Things were still very visible.

With a bit of effort he pushed Rikas corpse off the box and it dropped to the floor with a mundane thud. Then the man took up the knife again , knelt next to Maria and began to cut tendons.

"Can't have you run away when i cut your bonds, but murdering you down here is so much less fun. "

He grunted but she only screamed in pain as he first cut

them in her ankles, then her knees, then her wrists and finally stuck the knife into her shoulders, sawing back and forth until he was sure she wouldn't be able to use her arms anymore. He knew a bit anatomy.

Maria's blood ran down her limbs in warm rivulets, but this didn't register with her. She was in a world of pain, and screamed and screamed and screamed.

"AHHHHHHHAHAAAHAAAAOWWWGAAAAAAWDDD"

Mr Ferrell grinned when her arms and legs hung useless down her body after he cut her bonds. He lifted her onto his shoulder and thrust her onto the box, crashing her forcefully into the wood qith her back.

"AOOOOOWWWAAAHAAAAHAAA"

the girl wailed, when for a moment her dead friend was forgotten and only the pain remained. Mr Ferrell on the other hand was in heaven and it showed. He had another hardon already

"You dumb bitch… all of this is your fault. I wouldn't have to do this if you hadn't decided to betray us… but i hate you for it and this is so much fun…"