After the Christmas chick was found, the constabulary stepped up the across the country manhunt for me.. I decided to lie low for the prison term being and got a job picking yield at a rural farm. Didn't pay much but it kept me alive. For the next few calendar month, I worked punishing and always took care to deflect the busloads of visitor who visits the farm every weekend. I managed to control my dark desires and satisfied my urges by masturbating to the sketches and writings in my notebook computer which was now updated to include the Christmas kill. I even considered not killing again until the day I saw her.

She came with a radical of protagonist to chat the farm. She was dressed rather conservatively, in a striped red jersey and blue boilers suit and wore a pair of bookish looking eyeglasses But some affair stood out obviously. The natural beauty of her face and the aristocratic crestless wave of her bosom pushing out against her overalls. I decided there and then that I will have her.

I started following the duty tour grouping from a distance as they moved around the farm, waiting for an opportune meter to take but it never came. Soon, it was evening and the group proceeded to the eating area for dinner before heading back rest home. I was about to give up when I saw my target leaving her mesa and heading for the washroom located some space away. I knew that it was then or never. I followed her as the area rapidly darkened with the setting of the sun.. She entered the cubicle and closed the room access as I slowly walked closer, taking out my trusty Taser from my pocket.

After a few min, I heard the threshold unlocking. I looked around for a final check. Fortunately there was no one else around or my plan would feature failed at the last hour. My dish walked towards me, unaware of the fortune I had in store for her. I smiled at her and pretended to take the air towards the cubicle. As I passed her, I quickly pressed the Taser against the back of her neck and squeezed the trigger. She gave soft gasp and her whole body stiffened and gave a few jerks before going hitch and keeling onto my waiting coat of arms. I quickly dragged her by her axillary fossa into the wooded sphere next to the washroom. I then carried her limp body towards an old abandoned tool shed which I knew was nearby. It was exhilarating to take her limp and unhorse body and I almost ejaculated just by looking at her helpless, pretty sleeping face draped over my arm, with her mouth hanging wide opened, inviting me to slip in my penis."Soon, my making love, I remembered whispering to her as I quickened my steps.

Once inside the disgorge, I lay her down gently onto the dusty ground. I removed the spectacles to enjoy the total looker of her face. Just then, she gave a soft groan and started moving a little. I gave her another surge of electrical energy with the Taser. Seeing her lovely body twitching with the make voltage and falling hobble and lifeless again, the lustfulness within me rose to fevered story. But to foreclose her from waking again and raising an alarm, I decided to end her life there and then. I wrapped a strip show of leather I took from the farm around her slender neck and pulled the ends apart hard, strangling her. Soon, her face turned the attractive shade of blue air I have seen so often on my by victims. A sudden aroma of ammonia and a slight dampness at her crotch told me that she has also peed herself. I suddenly felt sorry for her. She has tried so hard to trim and look demure and ladylike but has now unknowingly embarrassed herself either due to the unconscious mind fear of dying or as a innate reflex of being oxygen deprived. Either way, this sign of vulnerability increased my arousal and I pulled her head towards me and started kissing her passionately as she died.

After 10 minute, which ensured that she was quite beyond resuscitation, I unwrapped the leather slip from her neck, kissing her on her delicious lips pushing in her slightly protruding and swollen-headed tongue back into her mouth with mine. She gave a last sensual sigh as the remaining air escaped from her mouth. I held up her consistency, squeezed and fondled her breasts and licked her face as I pulled down her overall and ripped off her shirt, revealing her shapely, welcoming and subject body clad in a black strapless bra and kinky looking panties, now stained with her peeing. I quickly undressed, pushed down her scanty and wiped her vagina clean and dry with her overall. I then rammed my stone hard penis into her vagina, still wet with her demise water, feeling her hymen tearing with my first thrust. 5 calendar month of suppressed desires broke free as I penetrated her time and again while stroking her font and sucking her left bosom which was exposed after I pulled down one side of her bra. When I exploded in her, I gave an uncontrolled cry of ecstasy. Luckily no one else was around. I lay on top of her chilling eubstance for a while, resting as I continued fondling and fingering her lovingly.

A sudden hard on woke me up and I discovered my lifeless beauty still obediently below me. Her mouth remained spacious open from all my kissing earlier on and now looked very inviting indeed. I straddled her body, kneeling down over her pass. My engorged penis, dripping with pre cum hung just above her mouth. I stroked her parted, slightly violet backtalk with my phallus and inserted it into her lip, enjoying the tactual sensation of her dentition and tongue. Within moment, she had swallowed a Brobdingnagian load of my cum as I ejaculated. Once Sir Thomas More, I fell down on her in an exhausted eternal rest.

I woke up again a few hours later. It was still dark outside as I pondered my succeeding dance step, while enjoying the sight half-naked, very dead chick lying succeeding to me. As I hugged and kissed her increasingly pixilated and frigidity body, I realised that it would be very unmanageable to get her body off the farm so I would have to somehow obscure her here. Throwing her into a pond or just leaving her in this hutch was risky especially since police would no doubt start looking for her here soon. I then thought of using cement. Burying her in cement so her consistency would not be found and her decomposing fragrance would not be detected. I walked to the construction repositing construction of the farm and dragged back a few packs of cementum powder. One thing remains to be done before I cement my suddenly lover forever. Cosmetics of course.

All my other victim have been made up to look beautiful and pictorial before and she will be no exception. However there is a problem. She has soiled her clothes and they have started to smell. No victim of the Kosmetics Killer can be smelly. They should all search and smell nice. Thus, I decided to buy some clothes for her. Something sexier than the one she was dressed in. As it was my off day, I cycled to the approximate town after locking my precious dead one-half naked beauty in the shed.

I returned a few hours later, finding her picayune worse for habiliment probably due to the dry climate and want of sun. A couple of flies were buzzing around her eyes and mouth and I quickly swatted them off. I have bought a purple babe dame apparel with blue leggings. I thought she would wait really lovely in those. I removed her bra completely, letting her right hand bosom pop unfreeze after a nighttime of military action. I nibbled on each mamilla lustily and then stuffed the bra and begrime panties in my air pocket as a souvenir. I slipped the garb over her head and pulled up the legging cubby over her sexy ass adjusting them. A perfect fit. She looked much dependable now.

I then moved on to the cosmetics. I took out my good old cosmetics pouch that have not seen use in quite a spell but which I still bring around with me just in pillow slip. I applied a stocky layer of grounding to hide the asphyxiated blue complexion of her face. I tried covering her choking mark but it had turned an ugly dark red and was impossible to obliterate completely. I kissed her on her eyelids and then applied igniter blue eyeshadow, obscure blue mascara and some eyeliner. Some red lipstick and blusher and she looked as good as new. Well almost. Still a bit bluish but it would have to do. I sprayed some scent on her cervix and arms to continue her smelling sweet and fresh. I started feeling her up while cradling her in my arms and kissing her hair's-breadth and grimace. I was so aroused by all these that I rolled up her wench and fucked her again. Then I was done with her.

I started the toilsome workplace of digging a ditch into the sonant undercoat next to the shed. I then mixed the cement and poured in a layer to shroud the storey of the ditch. I then carried my drained fellow and slowly lowered her face up onto the wet and soft stratum of cement. She started sinking in and I helped her disappear by pouring another layer of wet concrete on top of her cadaver. Soon, only the fop of her breasts were visible above the cement and I soon had those covered as well. By the prison term I was done, it was dark again. It had been a truly tiring but satisfactory experience and I look forward to my future dupe .