After the Christmas chick was found, the police stepped up the nationally 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 surd and always took care to avoid the busloads of visitant who visits the farm every weekend. I managed to control my dark desires and quenched my impulse by masturbating to the study and written material in my notebook which was now updated to include the Dec 25 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 unclothe red jersey and amobarbital sodium overalls and wore a duet of bookish looking eyeglasses But some thing stood out obviously. The natural peach of her face and the gentle swells of her breasts pushing out against her overalls. I decided there and then that I will own her.

I started following the tour group from a length as they moved around the farm, waiting for an opportune metre to take but it never came. Soon, it was evening and the group proceeded to the eating area for dinner party before heading back home. I was about to dedicate up when I saw my target area leaving her board and heading for the washroom located some distance away. I knew that it was then or never. I followed her as the domain rapidly darkened with the 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 moment, I heard the door unlocking. I looked around for a final check. Fortunately there was no one else around or my program would get failed at the last minute. My beauty walked towards me, unaware of the fate I had in memory board for her. I smiled at her and pretended to walk towards the cubicle. As I passed her, I quickly pressed the Taser against the rachis of her neck and squeezed the induction. She gave flaccid gasp and her whole torso stiffened and gave a few jerks before going limp and keeling onto my waiting 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 abandon tool shed which I knew was nearby. It was exhilarating to carry her limp and visible light consistency and I almost ejaculated just by looking at her helpless, pretty sleeping side draped over my arm, with her mouth hanging all-inclusive open, inviting me to inclose my penis."Soon, my love, I remembered whispering to her as I quickened my steps.

Once inside the throw, I lay her down gently onto the dusty basis. I removed the spectacles to enjoy the full mantrap of her font. Just then, she gave a soft moan and started moving a little. I gave her another surge of electricity with the Taser. Seeing her lovely soundbox twitching with the induced electric potential and falling limp and lifeless again, the lust within me rose to fevered storey. But to prevent her from waking again and raising an alarum, I decided to end her living there and then. I wrapped a flight strip of leather I took from the farm around her slender cervix and pulled the ends apart hard, strangling her. Soon, her face turned the attractive shade of blue devil I have seen so often on my retiring victims. A sudden scent of ammonia and a svelte damp at her fork told me that she has also peed herself. I suddenly felt sorry for her. She has tried so tough to preen and look demure and ladylike but has now unknowingly embarrassed herself either due to the unconscious awe of dying or as a inborn reflex of being oxygen deprived. Either way, this sign of exposure increased my foreplay and I pulled her head towards me and started kissing her passionately as she died.

After 10 instant, which ensured that she was quite beyond resuscitation, I unwrapped the leather strip from her cervix, kissing her on her luscious lips pushing in her slightly protruding and swollen spit back into her rima oris with mine. She gave a lastly sultry sigh as the remaining air escaped from her back talk. I held up her body, 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 candid physical structure clad in a nigrify strapless bra and kinky looking panties, now stained with her piss. I quickly undressed, pushed down her panties and wiped her vagina neat and dry with her overalls. I then rammed my Rock knockout phallus into her vagina, still wet with her expiry piddle, feeling her virginal membrane tearing with my first-class honours degree thrust. 5 months of crush desires broke discharge as I penetrated her time and again while stroking her face and sucking her left white meat 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 system soundbox for a patch, resting as I continued fondling and fingering her lovingly.

A sudden hard on woke me up and I discovered my exanimate dish still obediently below me. Her mouth remained wide open from all my smooching earlier on and now looked very inviting indeed. I straddled her body, kneeling down over her question. My gourmandize penis, dripping with pre cum hung just above her lip. I stroked her parted, slightly purplish backtalk with my phallus and inserted it into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her teeth and tongue. Within moments, she had swallowed a huge load of my cum as I ejaculated. Once more, I fell down on her in an worn-out sleep.

I woke up again a few hours later. It was still dark outside as I pondered my adjacent stone's throw, while enjoying the sight half-naked, very drained bird lying next to me. As I hugged and kissed her increasingly clay and cold body, I realised that it would be very difficult to get her consistency off the farm so I would let to somehow hide her here. Throwing her into a pool or just leaving her in this shack was risky especially since police force would no doubt start looking for her here soon. I then thought of using cementum. Burying her in cementum so her body would not be found and her decomposing fragrancy would not be detected. I walked to the grammatical construction storage edifice of the farm and dragged back a few face pack of cement gunpowder. One thing remains to be done before I cement my suddenly buff forever. Cosmetics of course.

All my other dupe have been made up to take care beautiful and graphic before and she will be no exception. However there is a problem. She has soiled her clothes and they have started to reek. No victim of the Kosmetics Killer can be smelly. They should all look and reek squeamish. Thus, I decided to buy some wearing apparel for her. Something sexier than the one she was dressed in. As it was my off day, I cycled to the closest townspeople after locking my wanted dead half naked beauty in the shed.

I returned a few hr later, finding her footling worse for wear probably due to the dry climate and lack of sun. A brace of tent-fly were buzzing around her centre and mouth and I quickly swatted them off. I have bought a purpleness infant doll attire with blue legging. I thought she would look really lovely in those. I removed her bra completely, letting her right on breast pop free after a night of natural process. I nibbled on each pap lustily and then stuffed the bra and unclean pantie in my pocket as a souvenir. I slipped the dress over her foreland and pulled up the leggings snuggery over her aphrodisiac ass adjusting them. A perfect fit. She looked much practiced now.

I then moved on to the cosmetics. I took out my honest old cosmetics pouch that have not seen use in quite a while but which I still bring around with me just in typesetter's case. I applied a loggerheaded layer of initiation to hide the asphyxiated bluish skin color of her face. I tried covering her strangulation marking but it had turned an ugly dour red and was impossible to veil completely. I kissed her on her lid and then applied light blue eyeshadow, dark wild blue yonder mascara and some eyeliner. Some red lipstick and Amanita rubescens and she looked as good as new. Well almost. Still a bit blueish but it would have to do. I sprayed some perfume on her cervix and branch to keep her smelling sweet and refreshing. I started feeling her up while cradling her in my arm and kissing her haircloth and facial expression. I was so aroused by all these that I rolled up her doll and fucked her again. Then I was done with her.

I started the surd work of digging a ditch into the soft soil next to the shed. I then mixed the cementum and poured in a layer to overcompensate the floor of the ditch. I then carried my absolutely fellow and slowly lowered her face up onto the wet and balmy layer of cement. She started sinking in and I helped her disappear by pouring another layer of wet concrete on top of her corpse. Soon, only the swells of her breasts were visible above the cementum and I soon had those covered as well. By the metre I was done, it was night again. It had been a truly tiring but satisfactory experience and I look forward to my next victim .