After the Dec 25 chick was found, the constabulary stepped up the across the nation manhunt for me.. I decided to lie low for the time being and got a job picking fruit at a rural farm. Didn't pay much but it kept me alive. For the next few month, I worked hard and always took attention to annul the busloads of visitors who visits the farm every weekend. I managed to control my disconsolate desires and fulfil my urge by masturbating to the study and Writings in my notebook which was now updated to include the Christmas Day putting to death. I even considered not killing again until the day I saw her.

She came with a group of Quaker to visit the farm. She was dressed rather conservatively, in a striped red t-shirt and blue boilers suit and wore a pair of studious looking glasses But some things stood out obviously. The cancel stunner of her facial expression and the gentle swells of her tit pushing out against her boilers suit. I decided there and then that I will sustain her.

I started following the tour radical from a distance as they moved around the farm, waiting for an opportune clock time to coin but it never came. Soon, it was evening and the chemical group proceeded to the consume area for dinner before heading back home. I was about to devote up when I saw my mark leaving her tabular array 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 stage setting of the sun.. She entered the cubicle and closed the door as I slowly walked closer, taking out my trustworthy Taser from my pocket.

After a few second, I heard the door unlocking. I looked around for a terminal halt. Fortunately there was no one else around or my design would have failed at the last minute. My sweetheart walked towards me, unaware of the fate I had in computer storage for her. I smiled at her and pretended to walk towards the carrel. As I passed her, I quickly pressed the Taser against the back of her cervix and squeezed the trigger. She gave soft pant and her unanimous body stiffened and gave a few jolt before going hitch and keeling onto my waiting blazonry. 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 tool shed which I knew was nearby. It was exhilarating to carry her hitch and light body and I almost ejaculated just by looking at her helpless, pretty sleeping face draped over my arm, with her mouth hanging all-encompassing open, inviting me to enclose my penis."Soon, my love, I remembered whispering to her as I quickened my steps.

Once inside the shed, I lay her down gently onto the dusty solid ground. I removed the spectacle to love the full beauty of her typeface. Just then, she gave a sonant moan and started moving a short. I gave her another surge of electricity with the Taser. Seeing her lovely body twitching with the induced potential drop and falling limp and lifeless again, the luxuria within me rose to fevered grade. But to preclude her from waking again and raising an alarm, I decided to end her life there and then. I wrapped a strip of leather I took from the farm around her slender cervix and pulled the conclusion apart hard, strangling her. Soon, her face turned the attractive shade of bluing I have seen so often on my past victim. A sudden odor of ammonia and a flimsy damp at her crotch told me that she has also peed herself. I suddenly felt sorry for her. She has tried so intemperate to get dressed and look demure and ladylike but has now unknowingly embarrassed herself either due to the unconscious fear of dying or as a reflex of being oxygen deprived. Either way, this sign of vulnerability increased my arousal and I pulled her school principal towards me and started kissing her passionately as she died.

After 10 proceedings, which ensured that she was quite beyond resuscitation, I unwrapped the leather comic strip from her neck, kissing her on her yummy lips pushing in her slightly protruding and swollen-headed knife back into her mouth with mine. She gave a last sensual sigh as the remaining air escaped from her mouth. I held up her body, squeezed and fondled her titty and licked her face as I pulled down her boilersuit 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 and dry with her overalls. I then rammed my rock hard phallus into her vagina, still wet with her expiry piss, feeling her Hymen tearing with my starting time knife thrust. 5 months of suppressed desires broke free as I penetrated her time and again while stroking her expression and sucking her left breast which was exposed after I pulled down one English of her bra. When I exploded in her, I gave an uncontrolled cry of transport. Luckily no one else was around. I lay on top of her cooling organic structure for a while, resting as I continued fondling and fingering her lovingly.

A sudden hard on woke me up and I discovered my lifeless sweetheart still obediently below me. Her mouthpiece remained wide open from all my kissing earlier on and now looked very inviting indeed. I straddled her body, kneeling down over her head. My engorged penis, dripping with pre cum hung just above her mouth. I stroked her parted, slightly purplish back talk with my member and inserted it into her rima oris, enjoying the opinion of her tooth and knife. Within moments, she had swallowed a vast load of my cum as I ejaculated. Once more, I fell down on her in an exhausted quietus.

I woke up again a few hours later. It was still dark outside as I pondered my next dance step, while enjoying the sight half-naked, very dead doll lying future to me. As I hugged and kissed her increasingly pixilated and frigidness consistency, I realised that it would be very difficult to get her body off the farm so I would bear to somehow obliterate her here. Throwing her into a pond or just leaving her in this hut was wild especially since police would no doubt set off looking for her here soon. I then thought of using cement. Burying her in cement so her body would not be found and her decomposing fragrance would not be detected. I walked to the twist warehousing building of the farm and dragged back a few large number of cement pulverization. One thing remains to be done before I cement my utter lover forever. Cosmetics of course.

All my former victims have been made up to front beautiful and lifelike before and she will be no exception. However there is a problem. She has soiled her apparel and they have started to smell. No victim of the Kosmetics Killer can be smelly. They should all look and smell nice. Thus, I decided to buy some wearing apparel 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 deadened half raw mantrap in the shed.

I returned a few hr later, finding her fiddling worse for habiliment probably due to the dry climate and lack of sun. A couple of tent-fly were buzzing around her optic and lip and I quickly swatted them off. I have bought a purpurate child doll dress with aristocratical leg covering. I thought she would look really lovely in those. I removed her bra completely, letting her right breast pop unloose after a night of action. I nibbled on each mamilla lustily and then stuffed the bra and colly panty in my sack as a souvenir. I slipped the attire over her mind and pulled up the leging snug over her aphrodisiacal ass adjusting them. A perfect tense fit. She looked much better now.

I then moved on to the cosmetics. I took out my full 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 buddy-buddy layer of institution to hide the asphyxiated blue complexion of her face. I tried covering her strangulation mark but it had turned an ugly sorry red and was unacceptable to obliterate completely. I kissed her on her palpebra and then applied light blue eyeshadow, sinister blue mascara and some eyeliner. Some red lipstick and Amanita rubescens and she looked as good as new. Well almost. Still a bit bluish but it would birth to do. I sprayed some essence on her cervix and weapon to keep her smelling angelical and fresh. I started feeling her up while cradling her in my arms and kissing her hair 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 hard piece of work of digging a ditch into the soft 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 dead comrade and slowly lowered her aspect up onto the wet and soft layer of cement. She started sinking in and I helped her disappear by pouring another layer of wet concrete on top of her remains. Soon, only the swell of her bosom were visible above the cementum and I soon had those covered as well. By the metre I was done, it was dark again. It had been a truly tiring but satisfactory experience and I look forward to my future victim .