After the Xmas doll was found, the police stepped up the nationwide manhunt for me.. I decided to lie low for the time being and got a job picking fruits at a rural farm. Didn't pay much but it kept me alive. For the next few months, I worked heavily and always took care to avoid the busloads of visitor who visits the farm every weekend. I managed to control my obscure desires and satisfied my urges by masturbating to the study and writings in my notebook which was now updated to let in the Xmas killing. I even considered not killing again until the day I saw her.

She came with a group of friends to visit the farm. She was dressed rather conservatively, in a denudate red T-shirt and blue overalls and wore a couplet of studious looking chalk But some things stood out obviously. The natural beauty of her facial expression and the blue-blooded swells of her breasts pushing out against her overalls. I decided there and then that I will have her.

I started following the duty tour group from a length as they moved around the farm, waiting for an opportune time to run into but it never came. Soon, it was evening and the group proceeded to the eat up area for dinner party before heading back home. I was about to return up when I saw my aim leaving her tabular array and heading for the washroom located some aloofness 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 door as I slowly walked closer, taking out my trusty Taser from my pocket.

After a few minutes, I heard the door unlocking. I looked around for a terminal check. Fortunately there was no one else around or my program would take in failed at the last arcminute. My beauty walked towards me, unaware of the luck I had in store for her. I smiled at her and pretended to take the air towards the carrel. As I passed her, I quickly pressed the Taser against the back of her neck and squeezed the trigger. She gave delicate gasp and her whole soundbox stiffened and gave a few jerks before going hitch and keeling onto my waiting arms. I quickly dragged her by her armpits into the wooded area next to the washroom. I then carried her limp eubstance towards an old abandoned putz shed which I knew was nearby. It was exhilarating to carry her limp and light body and I almost ejaculated just by looking at her helpless, pretty sleeping face draped over my arm, with her mouth hanging wide open, inviting me to slip in my penis."Soon, my love life, I remembered whispering to her as I quickened my steps.

Once inside the shed, I lay her down gently onto the cold soil. I removed the spectacle to enjoy the entire beauty of her aspect. Just then, she gave a soft moan and started moving a picayune. I gave her another surge of electricity with the Taser. Seeing her lovely consistence twitching with the induced voltage and falling limp and lifeless again, the luxuria within me rose to fevered stage. But to forbid her from waking again and raising an alarm, I decided to end her animation there and then. I wrapped a strip 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 spectre of blueness I have seen so often on my past victims. A sudden odour of ammonia and a slight moistness at her private parts told me that she has also peed herself. I suddenly felt sorry for her. She has tried so hard to garb and appear 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 foreplay and I pulled her head 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, kissing her on her luscious sass pushing in her slightly protruding and egotistic tongue back into her rima oris with mine. She gave a concluding fleshly sigh as the remaining air escaped from her backtalk. I held up her consistency, squeezed and fondled her chest and licked her boldness as I pulled down her overalls and ripped off her shirt, revealing her shapely, welcoming and open body clad in a calamitous strapless bra and kinky looking step-in, now stained with her piss. I quickly undressed, pushed down her panties and wiped her vagina clean and dry with her overall. I then rammed my rock hard phallus into her vagina, still wet with her death piss, feeling her virginal membrane tearing with my low thrust. 5 months of suppressed desires broke free as I penetrated her clip and again while stroking her face 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 X. Luckily no one else was around. I lay on top of her cooling system body for a patch, resting as I continued fondling and fingering her lovingly.

A sudden hard on woke me up and I discovered my exanimate beauty still obediently below me. Her mouth remained wide of the mark open from all my caressing earlier on and now looked very inviting indeed. I straddled her body, kneeling down over her capitulum. My glut penis, dripping with pre cum hung just above her backtalk. I stroked her parted, slightly purple lips with my phallus and inserted it into her oral fissure, enjoying the tone of her tooth and clapper. Within moments, she had swallowed a huge load of my cum as I ejaculated. Once more, I fell down on her in an fatigued eternal rest.

I woke up again a few minute later. It was still sinister outside as I pondered my adjacent step, while enjoying the sight half-naked, very dead chick lying next to me. As I hugged and kissed her increasingly stiff and cold body, I realised that it would be very difficult to get her body off the farm so I would sustain to somehow hide her here. Throwing her into a pond or just leaving her in this shack was speculative 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 storage building of the farm and dragged back a few packs of cementum powder. One thing remains to be done before I cement my dead lover forever. Cosmetics of course.

All my other victim have been made up to reckon beautiful and lifelike 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 seem and smell dainty. Thus, I decided to buy some clothes for her. Something sexy than the one she was dressed in. As it was my off day, I cycled to the nearest Town after locking my precious dead half nude beauty in the shed.

I returned a few hours later, finding her little worse for wear probably due to the dry mood 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 baby doll dress with dispirited leging. I thought she would count really lovely in those. I removed her bra completely, letting her right wing breast pop free after a night of natural action. I nibbled on each mammilla lustily and then stuffed the bra and soiled panty in my pocket as a relic. I slipped the garb over her head and pulled up the leging snug over her aphrodisiac ass adjusting them. A sodding fit. She looked much break now.

I then moved on to the cosmetics. I took out my serious old cosmetics pouch that have not seen use in quite a while but which I still bring around with me just in slip. I applied a compact layer of foundation to hide the asphyxiated bluish skin colour of her cheek. I tried covering her strangulation target but it had turned an ugly dark red and was inconceivable to veil completely. I kissed her on her lid and then applied easy Amytal eyeshadow, nighttime 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 essence on her cervix and arms to keep her smelling mellifluous and fresh. I started feeling her up while cradling her in my arms and kissing her whisker 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 heavy work of digging a ditch into the soft land next to the shed. I then mixed the cement and poured in a bed to cover the floor of the ditch. I then carried my dead fellow traveller and slowly lowered her face up onto the wet and piano layer of cement. She started sinking in and I helped her disappear by pouring another stratum of wet concrete on top of her corpse. Soon, only the swells of her breasts were visible above the cement and I soon had those covered as well. By the time I was done, it was night again. It had been a truly tiring but acceptable experience and I look forward to my side by side victim .