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Copyright 1996, Brian J. Lauvray

Shelly was coming. After seven years of college she was coming back. Ed himself had spent six of those years in the Navy and the last staying with his parents trying to discover what to do with his life. They had not seen each other since they parted company. She was a year younger, but they chosen the same year to relieve their mother and father of their presence. Shelly had went off to Penn State with a full ride. There she had received nothing but honors, and after seven years her degree in Physics. Before she had even graduated she had an appointment at the Pennsylvania Institute of Natural Science as assistant director preparing to pull down around two grand a year.

Compared to Shelly's record, Ed was a loser. He had left for the Navy a year out of high school with dreams of foreign wars, medals, and glory. Instead he had gotten four years in some shit-hole third world country, and for medals he had gotten two chances to see military prison and a fine arrest record. When he had returned to the states he had served a year and three months on a North Carolina Naval Base and a year and eight months in prison for four joints in a sock under his bed. When he was released the Navy decided that it would be time for him to be leaving so they packed his bags and sent him back to Orville Michigan where the weather is never cheery and neither are the people.

Since then he had been living with good old mom and dad eating their food and soaking up all the cash they agreed to send his way. They had offered to help him through school, but it just wasn't for him, so he just lived there. Each morning he would get up and dress in his best cloths and head out. He would tell them that he was going scouting for a job, but instead he would drive to the next town and soak up some brews in one of the local taverns. He made his money there using his prison skills to pick pockets from one man and then use the cash to bet on pools or darts at the next dive. He would return home at the end of the day and if things had gone his way, he would show the cash to his mother and tell her about the kind shop owner who had let him clean up for a day to help him. If things got bad he would drive to the city call his parents explain that he had a job for the next couple of days and that he would be back when it was through. He would then knock over a gas station or convenience store and buy some weed, after he was good and high he would go out looking for a woman.

He loved women; they were the one thing that kept him going. He would pick one up every time he went to the city, and take them 'home'. Often he would buy some extra weed to share with him and give it to them for a head. Most the bitches would gladly suck his cock for a suck on the Mary Jane afterward. For everyone he would make the same joke, don't swallow then don't inhale, they would always laugh and every one of them would take his load full in the mouth and let it slide down their throats without losing a drop. Sometimes he would tire of the game and with them high and happy he would drive them to Collies Field ten miles outside of Orville and take what he wanted. They would scream, but out there no one could hear them. He was done he would slice them usually just the neck and toss them into the Tallyhan River which ran a few yards away. When he felt creative, he would tie them up and slice off their tits or their clit and listen to them scream. Then after they had screamed enough he would insert his blade into their open cunt and pull up until he reached the stomach -- that always shut the bitches up. Some of the woman showed up downstream; some never showed up anywhere.

He usually picked up junkies or whores, they were less likely to be missed and besides they were just a waste to society, and if there was one thing he had learned from the navy it was that there is no place for social waste, he thought of himself as pest control. There were those special occasions. One where a whore just wasn't good enough, after all he needed a treat sometimes. On those occasions he would usually make his way downtown to the university and pick up the best looking cunt he could. Sometimes on those nights he would pick up a couple for a threesome. It was harder to get the college kids to do anything voluntarily, but usually if you offered to spare their lives for a favor they would believe you and do anything. He loved the look on their face when they found out that even though they had swallowed a mouth of jism and let him stick his cock in their ass that they were still going to die.

He missed Shelly. They had been close before she left, after that he had not seen her, talked to her, or heard from her in anyway. He wondered what she would look like now -- it had been so long. He was impatient for her to get home. He lay back on his bed and sighed, two more days. He thought about going into the city tomorrow to celebrate. Lying back he closed his eyes and listen to the monotony of the television below, sounded like wheel of fortune. His father loved wheel of fortune, they had used to watch together as a family, now he didn't like to be in the same room with his father for long and he had a feeling that his father felt the same way about him.

He closed his eyes and lay back, Shelly and him where nine and ten again. They had played together all summer. They would run through the backyard playing cowboys and Indians, hide and seek, and cops and robbers. Now he guessed they were the real life version, her always the good and perfect child and him always the bastard.

He decided to leave that night, it was only eight thirty and he could be in the city by ten. That would give him plenty of time to scout out a whore and grab himself some pussy. He got out of bed and scurried through his dresser. He pulled out with a hand full of twenties. Counting it he found a little over three hundred dollars, that would be enough. He packed a few pieces of cloths in his shoddy shit-brown overnight bag and left the room, saying good-bye to his mother, kissing her on the check and reminding her that he loved her, he explained he was going into the city for work. She was worried that he would miss his sister's return, but he assured her he would not and left for the big town.

He did arrive a little after ten, and by eleven he had scored some weed and an extra bonus of smack. He checked in to a dive just off on of the main night-life streets and left his bag and dope to scout the streets. It only took him a few minutes to find what he was looking for.

She was a young blonde in tight white shorts and a blue tube-top. Her shirt was tight, and as he approached he could see from the light impressions of hard, tiny tits that she was wearing no bra. Her shorts showed a postcard perfect ass, that was a plus; he was an ass man. He approached her and cautiously asked if she was free for the evening.

"Not free," she smiled. He could see her quiver as she talked.

First timer, he thought and young, damn young. The girl could not be much older than thirteen. He examined her dark skin that contrasted with the white shorts. She was too dark to be white, but too light to be black. Another run away from a father that more than likely taught her how to suck and fuck when she was still in the crib. No one would miss her and only the guy who had to mop up would give a shit tomorrow.

"Well, maybe I should say that I got the money if you want to party," goddamn he felt like he was in a shit docu-drama more and more as he walked through the routine.

"Sure, I love to party, "he voice quivered like she was going to cry. She glanced at the shadows behind her.

He followed her gaze to a man smoking in the corner. Pimp, he thought. He knew that he would have to show her some dough up front for the fucker to let him take her. He pulled out a few bills and waved them in front of her. The man moved his hand, and suddenly he found himself walking arm in arm with tonights fuck. He walked back to the motel and just acted causally. Act as if it's just you and the whore and it's nothing unusual; the man at the desk would never remember the face. The reached the room and he let her in.

"make yourself comfortable and I'll get us something to calm us down." He went for his bag and retrieved a joint, which he lit and shared with the whore. "What's your name," she just stared at him. "I said, what's your fucking name?"

"Cindy," he was sure she would cry.

He pushed her off the bed and to her knees. Once there he unzipped his pants and pressed his cock against her lips. "Get to work, bitch." She did.

After he released his jism into her mouth, he pulled her up and shoved her onto the bed pulling off her shorts and spreading her legs. He placed himself over her and forced himself in. As he fucked her, she cried. After he finished he returned to his bag to heat the smack and fill a hypodermic syringe to capacity. She lay on the bed spread eagle. Her eyes closed enjoying the few moments of silence. She cried again when he shoved the hot needle in and injected her full of hell. By morning there would be nothing but a corpse for the pimp and the cleaning lady. He left by the fire escape and spent the night three blocks away in a Best Western.

He woke up in the morning and headed for a local pool hall. Tonight he would celebrate Shelly's return with a trip to the college and Culley's field. The taste of the whore was still on his lips and the smell of last night's cum pounded his nostrils. Nothing a few beers would not solve. he had fifty bucks left, he figured by evening he could turn it into a few hundred if luck stayed with him.

He made his way into a run down establishment a few blocks from his motel and found a seat. He was hungry and thirsty so he ordered two eggs, toast, and a beer. The waitress brought it to him several minutes later. He drenched the eggs with Tabasco and then followed it all with the beer. By the time he had finished he was already eyeing his first sucker.

He was a young college kid out slumming for the day. He could always tell the type from their new Nike athletic shoes and clean Levi jeans. He approached the kid who looked to be around twenty-two and offered him a beer.

"Want to go around of pool, you know just for fun?" He asked the kid.

"Sure," the kid accepted the beer and took a long pull.

"My name is Ed. What's your name? If we're gonna play we at least need to know each others names." Ed smiled and the kid grasped his hand in a business shake.

Ed lost the first two games, and almost won the third. The kid was falling for it hook, line, and sinker like a bass at a fish-a-thon. Ed was sure the Greg was loaded, he looked and acted the part of a rich kid who was out to taste the life of the 'working' class man. Ed even started to like the kid by the time he offered him the first wager. The kid quickly put ten dollars down on the game after all he had won the last three, by four-thirty Ed had cleaned the kid out. An even five hundred and fifty dollars, and the beauty was that the kid had won just as many games and was dead set on the idea that he had almost broken even.

Ed finished his last beer and went back to the motel for a shower and a change of cloths; by ten he was checked out and heading towards the college campus. He knew it would be one or two before he scored a hit, it took at least that long for some stupid bitch with tight white shorts and a size too small T-shirt barely covering her d-cup breasts to get the courage to walk home alone. He had found the perfect place to wait on this third trip to the school. He would pull his car up and park with the night janitors in a lot behind one of the classroom buildings that bordered the dorms. Between the dorms and the main street there were two ways to go. A well-traveled way that was light, guarded and filled with people, or an ally that was dark and dead that snaked back between the classroom buildings. Most students would take the well-lit path, but there was always a few stupid bitches a night that would select the ally to save themselves ten minutes, or fifteen if they were heading towards one of the parking garages for their car. He could grab them, drug them, and throw them in the trunk of his rusting gray car with little worry of anyone hearing or seeing. In most cases it would even be a few days before anyone realized the girls had disappeared, by that time he was back home making some cash at a local pool hall or sleeping at his parents expense, and the girl would be floating down the Tallyhan.

Tonight would be no different. He pulled the car into the parking lot and got out tying a black waist bag around himself, careful to lock it behind him -- crime was terrible in these college areas and he didn't want some shithead joy-riding his car. He unlocked the trunk and pushed it back into place, latching it with a hook that he had designed especially for this purpose. To anyone walking past the trunk would appear securely locked. He found his way between the buildings to the edge of the ally. There he took a seat behind a large bush and light up a cigarette to wait, as he did he opened the waist bag and removed a hypodermic needled filled with tranquilizer. He uncapped the needle and held it ready.

It was one hour and three cigarettes later that his victim arrived. He had watched several woman pass, but had decided against each of them. Tonight he wanted the perfect woman to celebrate Shelly's return. Then there she was. She had a perfect ass framed in tight white Jean shorts, with a red pocket patch over one perfectly formed check. She wasn't fat, which made her an unusual find. Her hair was a shoulder length blonde and her breasts where perfect size-c bulges under her khaki button-down silk shirt. When he got a look at her face he was in love. He stepped from the shadows behind her and in one quick movement he placed his right hand over her mouth, injected her with the tranquilizer in her left shoulder, and dragged her back into the shadows. Once the tranquilizer was injected he returned the needle to his pouch and let his left hand slide over her breast until she was out. He dragged her to the car, unleashed the latch and placed her inside. Squeezing her breast one last time he closed the trunk and slid into the drivers seat to get out of there. The car drove without suspicion through the night until they reached Culley's field.

Once there he pulled back about a mile from the main road on a service road and killed his lights when he neared the river. He got out and opened the trunk to remove her body. He tied her up and hung her from a tree, her arms in the air, stretching so her breasts pulled tight and her tits made light impressions on her shirt. He tied her feet to the ground and then set down across from her to smoke and wait on her to wake up. It took another, it was three-thirty when she opened her eyes to see the man who would haunt her to the grave.

She screamed, or at least tried to, but the rag in her mouth silenced her. Ed laughed as he got up from his smoke and made his way over to her. She looked as if she was going to faint, probably from the gasoline on the old rag, so Ed removed it from her mouth.

"Don't scream missy, or I'll cut you up bad," Ed let his hand slip over her tits and he grabbed her crotch as he spoke. "You are about the most beautiful bitch I have ever seen. A great night, isn't it?" Ed pulled her shirt open with his right hand and pressed her twat with his left. "You have the most gorgeous tits I have ever seen -- I struck gold with you bitch. You should take all this as a compliment, because I have fucked so many women that you wouldn't be able to imagine - so when I say you have nice tits it fucking means something."

She screamed and he slapped her hard. She tried to get away so he squeezed her tit until she almost passed out. "Listen hard, you do as I say and everything will be fine. Three hours from now you'll be telling your girlfriends on the phone about the best fuck you have ever had. You scream one more time, or shit on me and I'll show you your heart. Do you understand?" He said the last three words slowly with a heavy accent on each syllable. Then he waited for her to shake her head.

He pulled her shirt the rest of the way off, cutting it from her arms. Her pants where next; he pulled them down over her feet and let them fall to the ground. Ed examined her pale body, her pink cunt, and her hard, brown nipples slowly, letting his hands probe ever part of her body. Then he began to lick her. He let his tongue slide over every inch of her firm stomach, down onto her wet pussy, and then he licked the shit from her asshole.

"You taste like ice cream. What's your name?"

"Sh . . . Sandy"

"I don't think so, but I know women like to have their fantasy."

"I'm going to let you down now, but not lose, when I do you are going to suck me like an all day sucker, and if you bite, even a little bit I'm going to slit your throat, do you understand."

"yes," she whispered it between salty lips.

He lowered her to the ground, careful to never let the ropes drop lose from her. When she was on her knees, he advanced on her and slide his cock into her mouth. She was a good little girl and sucked him hard just like he had told her.

"Feels like your daddy taught you when you where in the crib bitch." He came down her throat and held her head against him, ramming himself down her throat deeper as she choked. She turned red, then blue before jism squirted into her mouth a second time. He let up.

As she coughed he joined her on his knees and grabbed her breast in his hand. He removed his razor from his pants and lightly slide the blade across the top of her left nipple. She screamed and a stream of blood started down her chest and onto her stomach. He reached for the second breast.

"Please, don't," her voice was a whimper.

He slide the blade across the right nipple, making a small incision across the top edge, just deep enough for a single crimson bead to form. He set back and watch the small rivulets of blood pay across her stomach. They made a small pond in her navel and then over flowed down onto her crotch. He set back and lit another cigarette, listening to the music of her screams.

When the cigarette was down to nothing but a small burning stump, he walked behind her, and ran his hands over her bloody breasts. "This Fag wants to butt fuck you, if you don't mind." He rammed the burning smoke into her asshole and she started to scream louder. He laughed hard, that had been his favorite joke ever since he had discovered a cigarette had been once called a fag.

The game was growing dull. He cut the rope that held her hands and mounted her as she cried. She beat her fists against his back as he fucked her, but she was too weak for it to hurt much. When he was finished he pulled back and hit her across the face hard, then again, on the third time he heard the distinct snap of a breaking nose. He reached back for his razor and finished with her slit her throat.

She gurgled and her body flopped around for a few minutes, as blood drained from her nose, mouth, and tits then she lay still. He lifted her over his naked shoulder and started for the river. When he reached it he laid her beside it to look at her body one more time. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever had and he felt sorry that he couldn't keep her a little longer.

"Shame to let a tart like this go to waste," he said aloud to no one, then he climbed on top of her cooling body and she gave her last head. When he was finished he lifted her, careful not to let the jism that was spilling out of her mouth touch him and threw her into the river.

He felt satisfied and good. Tomorrow he would go home and tomorrow night he would spend going over old times with Shelly. Life had never treated Ed as good as it had tonight in years. By four-thirty he was cleaned and in back to his room. The next morning he was home from the city by ten.

Shelly never showed up. At first they decided that she had been delayed by a plane or a bus schedule, or was visiting some of her friends in the city. It was the third day after her failure to arrive that the police called momma. Ed went with them to identify Shelly's body. The body that had been drug from the Tallyhan river, bloated and mutilated. The body whose nipples told the store of a madman's razor. The body which Ed could identify without more than a look, his jism still fresh in her throat.

END

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