After the Christmas chick was found, the police stepped up the across the country manhunt for me.. I decided to lie low for the time being and got a job picking yield at a rural farm. Didn't pay much but it kept me alive. For the next few months, I worked operose and always took caution to avoid the busloads of visitor who visits the farm every weekend. I managed to insure my moody desires and satisfied my urges by masturbating to the sketches and writings in my notebook which was now updated to include the Dec 25 putting to death. I even considered not killing again until the day I saw her.

She came with a group of booster to visit the farm. She was dressed rather conservatively, in a striped red jersey and blue overalls and wore a span of studious looking looking glass But some things stood out obviously. The natural beauty of her aspect and the gentle swells of her breast pushing out against her overalls. I decided there and then that I will consume her.

I started following the tour radical from a distance as they moved around the farm, waiting for an opportune sentence to strike but it never came. Soon, it was evening and the group proceeded to the eating domain for dinner before heading back home base. I was about to apply up when I saw my target leaving her table and heading for the washroom located some distance 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 kiosk and closed the threshold as I slowly walked closer, taking out my trustworthy 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 program would have failed at the cobbler's last minute. My beauty walked towards me, unaware of the fate I had in storage for her. I smiled at her and pretended to walk 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 solid body stiffened and gave a few jerked meat before going limp and keeling onto my waiting arms. I quickly dragged her by her axilla into the wooded area next to the washroom. I then carried her limp body towards an old abandoned pecker shed which I knew was nearby. It was exhilarating to have a bun in the oven her limp and light physical structure and I almost ejaculated just by looking at her helpless, pretty sleeping expression draped over my arm, with her mouth hanging wide open, inviting me to insert my penis."Soon, my dearest, I remembered whispering to her as I quickened my steps.

Once inside the pour forth, I lay her down gently onto the dust-covered ground. I removed the spectacles to love the to the full beauty of her aspect. Just then, she gave a soft moan and started moving a little. I gave her another spate of electricity with the Taser. Seeing her lovely consistence twitching with the induced electromotive force and falling limp and lifeless again, the lecherousness within me rose to fevered story. But to prevent 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 remainder apart hard, strangling her. Soon, her boldness turned the attractive shade of blue I have seen so often on my past dupe. A sudden odour of ammonia and a slight dampness at her genitalia told me that she has also peed herself. I suddenly felt sorry for her. She has tried so voiceless to dress and bet demure and ladylike but has now unknowingly embarrassed herself either due to the unconscious fear of dying or as a instinctive reflex of being O deprived. Either way, this signboard of vulnerability increased my arousal and I pulled her question towards me and started kissing her passionately as she died.

After 10 minutes, which ensured that she was quite beyond resuscitation, I unwrapped the leather strip from her neck opening, kissing her on her scrumptious lips pushing in her slightly protruding and tumefy tongue back into her rima oris with mine. She gave a last carnal sigh as the remaining air escaped from her oral cavity. I held up her body, squeezed and fondled her white meat and licked her look as I pulled down her overalls and ripped off her shirt, revealing her shapely, welcoming and open body clad in a black strapless bra and kinky looking scanty, now stained with her urine. I quickly undressed, pushed down her panties and wiped her vagina clean-living and dry with her boilers suit. I then rammed my sway knockout penis into her vagina, still wet with her death piss, feeling her hymen tearing with my low gear thrust. 5 calendar month of suppressed desires broke relinquish as I penetrated her time and again while stroking her aspect and sucking her left breast 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 cooling trunk for a piece, 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 backtalk remained full open from all my hugging earlier on and now looked very inviting indeed. I straddled her body, kneeling down over her head. My englut penis, dripping with pre cum hung just above her mouth. I stroked her parted, slightly purplish sassing with my penis and inserted it into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her teeth and tongue. Within moments, she had swallowed a Brobdingnagian lading of my cum as I ejaculated. Once more, I fell down on her in an worn-out eternal sleep.

I woke up again a few hours later. It was still dark outside as I pondered my adjacent step, while enjoying the pot half-naked, very beat biddy lying following to me. As I hugged and kissed her increasingly clay and cold consistence, I realised that it would be very difficult to get her body off the farm so I would birth to somehow hide her here. Throwing her into a pond or just leaving her in this shack was high-risk especially since police would no doubt get down looking for her here soon. I then thought of using cement. Burying her in cement so her trunk would not be found and her decomposing aroma would not be detected. I walked to the construction storage building of the farm and dragged back a few packs of cementum powder. One matter remains to be done before I cement my dead devotee forever. Cosmetics of line.

All my other victims have been made up to look beautiful and lifelike before and she will be no elision. However there is a trouble. She has soiled her dress and they have started to smell out. No victim of the Kosmetics Killer can be smelly. They should all count and smell out 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 nigh town after locking my treasured dead half naked beauty in the shed.

I returned a few 60 minutes later, finding her little worse for wear probably due to the dry climate and deficiency of sun. A couple of fly ball were buzzing around her oculus and mouth and I quickly swatted them off. I have bought a empurpled baby dame clothes with blue leggings. I thought she would take care really lovely in those. I removed her bra completely, letting her right chest pop free after a night of action. I nibbled on each nipple lustily and then stuffed the bra and soiled panties in my pocket as a memento. I slipped the apparel over her heading and pulled up the leg covering cubby over her sexy ass adjusting them. A perfect tense fit. She looked much bettor now.

I then moved on to the cosmetics. I took out my good old cosmetics pouch that have not seen use in quite a while but which I still bring around with me just in case. I applied a dense layer of foundation to blot out the asphyxiated blueish complexion of her face. I tried covering her strangulation mark but it had turned an ugly dark red and was impossible to hide completely. I kissed her on her eyelids and then applied light blue eyeshadow, dark blue mascara and some eyeliner. Some red lipstick and blusher and she looked as undecomposed as new. Well almost. Still a bit bluish but it would give birth to do. I sprayed some scent on her neck and arms to keep her smelling sweet and unused. I started feeling her up while cradling her in my implements of war and kissing her pilus and face. I was so aroused by all these that I rolled up her skirt and fucked her again. Then I was done with her.

I started the arduous work of digging a ditch into the diffused ground next to the shed. I then mixed the cement and poured in a layer to cover the floor of the ditch. I then carried my deadened associate and slowly lowered her case up onto the wet and flabby bed of cementum. She started sinking in and I helped her disappear by pouring another bed of wet concrete on top of her stiff. Soon, only the swells of her bosom were visible above the cement and I soon had those covered as well. By the time I was done, it was Nox again. It had been a truly tiring but satisfactory experience and I look forward to my next victim .