Kill #10:
Twisted Fantasies
By Jen
She was standing in the doorway in a
very, VERY see-through nighty that left nothing to the imagination. Her
long, beautifully sculpted leg rubbed up and down the doorframe driving him
crazy as to what was about to occur.
“Lauren” he breathed.
“Yes dear. By the look on your face I can
tell you like what you see” she teased.
“Ohhhhh yeah. I’ve dreamt of this for so long” he
said, just above a whisper.
“Ok..since you’ve dreamt of it for so long, what
to you want to do with me? What is your fantasy? Something you’ve always wanted
to do, no matter how kinky?” she purred.
“I can think of a few things” he responded.
Then he beckoned her near with a finger wave.
Lauren walked slowly to the bed, pulled the covers
back and climbed in next to him. After a few minutes of him pouring out
his fantasies to her, she climbed on top of him.
“You ready for the best night of your life” she
asked, looking down at him.
“As if you can’t feel it already...Yes...so ready”
he responded, with a smirk.
Lauren began clawing at his chest then leaned
down, kissing him along his jawline, driving him almost mad with want.
Suddenly, she stopped and sat up.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. I’ll be right back. Just wait here
for me loverboy” she said.
Lauren got up and wrapped herself in a terrycloth
robe and walked to the door. She twisted the doorknob and let herself
out. Once the door was closed, she walked over to the man standing down
at the end of the hallway.
“He’s all your’s Nick. Have fun sweetie.
Love you.” She kissed Nick passionately and then walked downstairs.
Nick smiled wickedly as he watched his
girlfriend’s ass as she sashayed away. God, did he love her. He then
hoisted his bag of goodies from the floor and headed into the door she had just
left.
Upon entering the room, he found his prey still in
the bed with the sheet draped loosely across his lap. When he noticed it
wasn’t Lauren that returned, the man’s face contorted into a mixture of
emotions.
“Nick!” he screamed, “this is not what it looks
like, I swear!”
“Really Sagar, then what, pray tell is it then?”
Nick asked.
“Ho..ho..how do you know my name” Sagar
stammered.
“Oh, I have my ways. I’ve always liked that
we had male fans. Straight or gay. Made me feel good that we could reach more
than just teenie-bopper girls. But you...you had to go and join in with
the sickass fun of killing me off. THAT is your fatal mistake buddy” Nick told
him. “And now...now its MY turn.”
Sagar tried to scramble from the bed, but Nick was
too fast for him. From all his working out, Nick was now strong as an ox
and Sagar was no match for Nick’s strength. Before he knew it, Sagar
found himself tied to the bed by, strangely enough, Wylee scarves.
Watching Sagar’s face as he read the label on the
scarf, Nick smiled.
“I suppose you have a sick fantasy about Leighanne
too, uh?” he asked.
“What are you going to do to me?” Sagar asked,
ignoring Nick’s question.
“Well, that’s for me to know and you to never find
out” Nick sneared at him.
Nick pulled his goody bag over to him and opened
it up. Setting his chosen objects in a nicely, formed line on the
dresser, he set to work on violating Sagar’s body in just about every way a
body can be violated.
Two days later, Nick sat watching the late night
news. He had been waiting for his latest to be discovered. Finally, it
had been.
“Tonight’s breaking news” the reported started,
“The body of a young man has been found in a dumpster in the back of a local
Dunkin Donuts. It appears to have been brutally violated. Found
along with the body, a broken off broom stick and several rotting
vegetables. The identity of the man is being withheld due to the pending
investigation and notification of family members. More on this story as information
is released.”
Nick smiled. Just then Lauren walked
in. She leaned down and kissed Nick on the cheek.
“10 down, and such a great mixture to go” Nick
said.
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