I leaned against a pole in the back of the club. From here I was divorced enough from the action to avoid drinking to excess, and more importantly I could keep stock of the female flesh. Dozens of beautiful women drunkenly danced around the club, unaware that they were auditioning for a few brutal hours with a sadistic psychopath and then an early, unmarked grave. A tall, tan girl in a red bikini top and jean shorts; a curvy black girl in a crop top; a cute redhead bartender whose pale skin almost glowed in the light. Dozens of lovely women all viable candidates for my attentions, but I'd yet to see the one.
Around midnight, the one came in. Average height, but a gorgeous face, a killer body hidden under a jean jacket, white blouse, and skirt, and a white cowgirl hat with pink and green lights around the crown. She had platinum blonde hair hanging past her shoulders, almost white in this lighting, which almost matched her milky skin. I knew I'd found my next plaything. A cowgirl hat seemed out of place in an Northwestern club, but hey, it worked - she'd earned herself the intimate encounter of a lifetime, if not the one she wanted.
She came in with an identically-dressed brunette friend, also drop-dead gorgeous. I found myself seriously considering which of these women I would take; raping both at once would be incredible, but I hadn't come prepared for that kind of fun. Eventually I decided on the blonde. She was the one who had drawn my attention at first, and I decided that the brunette was a slightly lesser beauty. Lucky bitch, I thought.
I walked up to the blonde and bought her a drink. We hit it off, but all I can remember from the conversation was that her name was Natalie, her friend was Anya, and she had a sexy European accent. Words came out, she probably told me her studies and dreams and family, but none of that mattered. Not anymore.
Getting Natalie back to my hotel room was a cinch. You might think this risky, taking a woman to my room before I killed her, but when you pay in cash and wear a disguise it's not as bad as you think. Anyways, I decided that as beautiful a woman as this deserved one last fuck before things went south.
Anyways, that's how I wound up with my head between the legs of a gorgeous European chick. My tongue ran circles around her clit, while two of my fingers pumped her slit. Natalie grabbed my hair and screamed out as I gave her the last orgasm of her life. I smiled and crept back up her body. I nibbled and pulled on her cute silver bellybutton ring, licked her perky tits, then planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her shiny pink lips. She had big blue eyes, so filled with trust and, maybe, love, at least for that moment. It definitely wouldn't be lasting very long.
I got up and flipped Natalie onto her stomach. She lifted her ass up obligingly and gave it a little wiggle. Yeah, I knew where my dick was going next. But first I pushed into her wet pussy, giving my shaft some lubrication.
"Oh baby," she purred as I gave her a few good thrusts. I thought I could maybe make her cum again like this but nah, play time was over for her.
I pulled out of Natalie's snatch and grabbed her hair, burying her face in her pillow and muffling any noises she might make. A muted cry of confusion and dismay confirmed my makeshift gag was in place, but just to be sure I reached for the remote with my free hand and turned the TV on, volume high.
When everything was ready I shoved my cock in her ass to about halfway. Goddamn she was tight. Natalie screamed in pain, her legs flew out, and her hands flailed around as she tried to force me out.
"You've had your fun, slut," I laughed. "Now it's time for me to have mine."
I took her tightest hole with harder and harder thrusts, until eventually I was able to fit it in up to the hilt. My fucktoy's hands were gripping the headboard, clawing bits off the wooden frame. The pillow was getting damp with her tears, and she was grunting in time with my thrusts. I gave her a couple hard smacks on her ass cheeks to keep her on her toes; the red marks looked so good on her skin.
Finally I felt myself reaching my climax. I cried out as I pumped my cum deep inside my bitch's ass. Her sobs began to quiet down a bit, maybe she thought it was over.
My orgasm felt so good, I wanted to collapse onto the slut and just lay there, but she could still be dangerous if she was able to scream full-strength. I'd need to get her under control asap.
I climbed off Natalie, and right on cue she tried to scream out but I put her in a headlock and choked it off. She clawed at my arm, which hurt but not enough to make me let her go. I roughly dragged her like that over to my backpack, and pulled out a handgun. When I let Natalie go she was much more obedient.
"Oh my god," she said, staring at the gun. "Please don't hurt me. I won't tell anybody."
I had Natalie dancing to my tune now, and seeing her standing there, arms raised in surrender, hair a mess, makeup running down her face had made me hard again. I ordered her to grab a set of cuffs out of my bag, and she complied. I ordered her to cuff her hands behind her back, but she hesitated. I immediately put her back in the headlock.
"Disobey me again and I'll break your fucking neck," I hissed as she struggled to breathe. "Do you understand?" Natalie did something that I figured was a nod, so I dropped her to the ground, coughing.
This time she put the cuffs on. Damn she looked cute like that. I walked over and grabbed her cowgirl hat and stuck it on her head. The look was complete. I laid down in the bed and pointed the gun at her.
"Ride my cock," I said. "Make any noise and I'll blow your brains out."
This brought out a new stream of tears, but my blonde girl complied. Arms behind her back, she climbed on top of me and straddled my cock. I helpfully lifted it up and she slid down on it. Reluctantly, she began bouncing up and down, but that was good enough for me. I let her do this for about five minutes until I decided I didn't want her doing all the work, so I began roughly slapping her cute titties. It was adorable, the way she clenched her mouth shut and dutifully stayed silent as her sensitive mounds turned deep red from my attentions.
Natalie must have sensed when it was time for me to cum because she tried climbing off of me and shook her head violently when I grabbed her hips and forced her to continue.
"Please don't," she whisped with the most pleading look in her blue eyes. "Not inside me. Please god no."
I don't negotiate with sluts, though. I poured my hot cum into Natalie's womb, and pulled her down and hugged her sobbing form tight as I stroked her blonde hair under the hat.
"I bet I got you pregnant, Natalie," I whisped in her ear. "My cock's a sharpshooter."
The poor girl began sobbing openly, thinking of everything that meant. Unfortunately for her, pregancy was definitely the least of her worries right now. As she lay there I got dressed, then with the gun in hand undid her cuffs and ordered her to get dressed and clean herself up. Soon enough she was every part the slutty cowgirl again. I got close behind her, gun shoved into her spine, and we walked out of the hotel. Anybody who didn't look to closely would see nothing suspicious.
Ladies: Never let them take you to a second location. They'll kill you.
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The hotel, and the club, were situated on one of the many islands littering the Great Lakes. To get there most people took a ferry, but the more well-off of us can get there on our own boats.
My boat is where Natalie found herself that night. It wasn't huge, but the cabin was big enough that you could comfortably have fun with a woman. Perfect for my purposes, in other words.
Natalie was naked again, and this time sobbing in great loud howls through a gag, probably realizing that if I was planning on letting her go I wouldn't have gone through the hassle of bringing her to the middle of a lake. I'd unlocked her phone with the face scanner and was currently going through it to see if there were any financial assets I might be able to quietly take. She had a few thousand dollars in the bank, and after getting run through a few launderers they'd be nice pocket change for me.
I had Natalie tied to the cabin ceiling by her arms. One leg was free, and she was desperately trying to keep her balance, while her other leg tied to the ceiling by her ankles, well past 90-degrees. She must have been a gymnist in a past life. Her pussy was wide open, pink and inviting. I'd cleaned her up with a hose and water dripped down her sexy form, making her shiver in the cool night air.
"Alright babe, time for round two. I hope you're still wet for me," I laughed as I lined my cock up with her slit. I pushed into her, she was dry but quickly moistened up for me. I took her like the meat she was, appreciating the fact that her position would keep her from deriving any pleasure from the penetration. To add to her discomfort I lifted her free leg off the floor, putting most of her weight on her bound limbs. She cried out in pain as I cried out in pleasure, the proper order of things.
I wasn't ready to cum in her pussy again, though. When I felt myself getting close I took a knife and, after running it over her tits for good measure, cut her arms and leg loose. She collapsed to the floor in a heap, and I promptly pulled her to her knees and pulled the gag out. I pressed my cock against her mouth, which she accepted.
Natalie was an experienced cock-sucker, it seemed. She tried so hard to make it good, like that would save her, and soon I exploded in her mouth.
"You'd better swallow every drop of that," I growled. She gulped it all down like a true slut and looked up at me with a look desperately seeking approval and mercy.
"Please," she said. "I won't tell anybody." I grabbed her hair and pulled her to a bench bolted to the floor. Soon I had her tied to a bench, arms behind her, in such a way that her ass was only barely touching the seat. This was supremely uncomfortable for her, but made her tits stick out beautifully and left her pussy wide open. I foisted her legs over my shoulders, lined myself up with her slit, and then leaned forward so she was practically folded in half. I put the gag back in.
"Better enjoy this, Natalie," I said as I gazed into her blue, pleading eyes. "This is going to be the last fuck you ever have."
I pushed into her as deep as I could go - and with a woman folded like this that's pretty damn deep - and fucked her long and slow, milking every ounce of pleasure I could get out of my blonde beauty. God her pussy was tight, her walls gripping my member tight as I thrust in and out of her scared, unwilling body.
As I came closer and closer to cumming, I began to see her less as an unfortunate, beautiful clubber and more (if that was possible) as a piece of meat born to suffer for my pleasure. I began smashing my fists into her perky titties, bringing screams of pain and an occasional *crunch* from a rib breaking. Her muscles strained, showing her abs off beautifully, and clenching her pussy even tighter around me. Desperate to keep the rush going I reached behind her, grasping her fingers in my hand and snapping them one by one. Natalie howled in agony as I destroyed her body as I fucked it.
As I reached orgasm I pulled out and sprayed my seed all over Natalie's bruised titties. The pain had put her in a mindless panic, and it took a few minutes for her to calm down. When she did I removed the gag and pulled out a knife.
"Let me gooooooo pleeeeaaaaase," she cried.
"I'm bored with you, Natalie," I said. "You know what that means."
"No, god no," she sobbed. "GOD NOOOOO. Plleeeaaaase."
Slowly I lowered the knife to her pretty throat. The look in her eyes as she watched her final seconds tick down was glorious.
"OHMYGODOHMYGODPLEASEOHMYGOD-"
I slashed her throat open and her blood splattered the cabin and poured over herself. Her mouth was open to scream but all that came out was gurgles. I watched as the body that this woman had been so proud of became drenched in her life's blood, the fluid ran over her breasts and mixed with my jizz then ran down her belly to her pussy and kicking legs. It was a few minutes, she was young and strong, but soon Natalie was nothing more than a twitching corpse.
It would take a while to clean things up, but oh well. What better place to dispose of a corpse than a huge body of water?
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The next morning I found her friend, Anya, roaming the island searching for her. I'd changed disguises but I still didn't feel confident approaching her. The brunette was going up to people and showing them her phone, presumably asking if they'd seen the late Natalie.
The mood to kill had passed, but I could still have fun with the brunette beauty. She did look pretty cute in her jean shorts and black tank top. I followed her around until the opportunity struck.
I spent the rest of the day fucking a blindfolded and gagged Anya in a variety of exciting positions in between bouts of video editing. Oh, didn't I tell you? Snuffing chicks, and sometimes selling them, is one of my biggest sources of income, and I had video of Natalie's demise every step of the way. And with modern technology it's a piece of cake to swap my face with someone else's. There's always risk with involving other people in my little game, but everything had worked out so far. If you do what you love, you never work a day in your life.
I dumped another hot load all over Anya's heaving tits and dark hair, got dressed, quickly undid her arm bindings and bolted. She was one of the few women in my life who didn't end up a corpse or a slave. She really was a lucky bitch.