Break Up (snuff, semi-consensual) by repentant lurker

This is another straight snuff story. I am expanding on it in another version which gets a bit more chaotic and carried away with itself but this one stays true to the original theme I was working to.

[b:39wjecjx]Break Up[/b:39wjecjx] Kelly had chosen her clothes carefully. It was important that she looked sexy, not that it was easy for her to do otherwise. However, she couldn’t look like she was dressing to turn him on, that wouldn’t be fair. She had chosen her underwear based on the bra, it was a powder blue silk with a little flower motif and soft lace trim at the top of the cups. She had chosen it because it fitted well under t-shirt. She wore the matching French knickers as well, just because she liked to match. He wouldn’t be seeing them, but that wasn’t the point. She had then slipped into a pair of faded dark blue slim-fitting boot-cut hipster jeans. They flattered her slim waste and her bum looked great in them, plus they were ones she wore quite often so they were nice and comfy. They said ‘I don’t have to make an effort to look hot.’ She then chose a nice little tank top. It was soft pink, with the make’s logo stencilled across the middle in white. It fitted nicely, not straining too much over her ample chest, but not bagging. There was about an inch and a half of her toned by shapely belly showing. She had spent the longest time thinking about what to wear on her feet, she had discounted heels and trainers and flip-flops and settled eventually on a simple pair of slipper socks that were a similar colour to her top. She applied her make up, keeping it light and straightened her hair, making the most of the highlights she’d had put in a few days ago. She checked herself out in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. She just ruffled her hair a little, so it didn’t look quite so neat, as if it had just naturally fallen that way.

Kelly then made herself a nice hot chocolate and watched a bit of telly while she waited for him to arrive. It was she made the most of neon able to lounge across the whole sofa, since her room-mate was away at her mum’s for the weekend - they had agreed Kelly should have the flat to herself when she gave Bill the news. The doorbell rang shortly after 7pm. Just when she was expecting him. She hopped up and opened the door to let in her soon to be dumped boyfriend.

Bill was dressed as he usually was, in tatty canvas trainers, jeans and a loose fitting hoodie. He never made an effort, that was one of the reasons she was tired with him. She led him over to the couch. ‘Do you want a drink?’ She ask. Bill made a grunting noise she presumed was a yes. She went to the fridge and got him a beer and took out a diet-coke for herself. Returning to the couch she sat down next to Bill, leaving a little space between them. ‘How’s your day been?’ She asked. ‘Alright’ mumbled Bill, taking a swig of his beer and barely looking at her. This was one of the things that maddened her about him. At college or in a bar with friends, he was sparky, easygoing and chatty. When he was with her alone, she could barely get two words out of him. Whenever he came over, he just sat around being monosyllabic, would make out with her in a disinterested sort of way, drink a couple of beers and then bugger off. He’d never stayed the night. They hadn’t even had sex; in two months! The only reason she hadn’t kicked him into touch weeks ago was because he was so bloody good looking, the lead guitarist in the most popular band on campus; and her going out with him made a few bitchy girls she really didn’t like very very jealous indeed. But enough was enough, she needed to be with someone who at least pretended to care about her.

‘Look, Bill’ she said, shifting in the sofa slightly uncomfortably. ‘There’s no easy way to say this…’ She paused waiting for him to make eye contact. He took a swig of beer instead. She sighed. ‘It’s over.’

‘You’re sure about that.’ He said, glancing over nonchalantly, taking another swig of his bloody beer.

‘Yes’ she said tiredly ‘This is going nowhere. All we do when you come round is sit here in near silence. I’m lucky if you even feel me up. You barely even look at me if I give you a hand-job.’

Bill shrugged. ‘I had something interesting in mind for this evening.’

‘Oh yea? And what was that?’ Kelly asked, her tone a little high, she had thought she was just disappointed with him, she hadn’t realised how angry she was.

Bill dug into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a small black handgun. ‘I thought we could have some fun with this.’ He said.

‘What! What do you mean?’ Kelly asked, her voice even higher now and trembling a little.

Bill closed the space between them and lightly pressed the barrel against her chest. ‘You’re right. Everything we have done together has been so vanilla. I thought this might spice things up a little.

‘Is it real?’ Kelly asked, as he traced the hard metal pistol over the fabric of her top.

‘Of course.’ Bill replied ‘It wouldn’t be very exciting if it was just a toy.

‘So what did you want to do? Some sort of role play? Kelly asked hopefully.

Bill grinned coldly. ‘Yea, I wanted to be myself for a change.’ He said, sliding the gun down lower, drawing it down over the curve of her breast.’

‘What do you mean?’ Kelly said gulping.

‘I’m a killer.’ He said simply, slipping the gun down to her smooth bare midriff, an inch to the left of her navel. He looked into her eyes. ‘Have I ever told you how bloody sexy you are Kelly? You really are the most prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.’ He smiled and pulled the trigger. The gun had a built in silencer, so there was only a soft tweep. A bullet punched its way into the tender flesh of her beautiful belly driving into her insides beneath. Bill pulled the gun back to reveal a neat round hole, scorched a little round the edges with bright red blood welling up out of it.

Kelly’s beautiful face screwed up in agony. Bill placed a hand over her mouth pushing her down onto the sofa to muffle her scream. He held her there for a minute or so and then removed it when her shrieking had subsided.

‘You’ve got a great personality too.’ Bill told her calmly, as if nothing had happened. ‘All my mates really like you, you’re great fun when we go out. It’s a shame you chose to end it. Everyone says we’re a great couple.

‘You shot me.’ Kelly whimpered.

‘Yep.’ Bill confirmed pulling the hoodie off over his head, placing the gun back into the pocket and placing it on the table. He kicked off his shoes, stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his thighs.

‘You’re undressing?’ Kelly said, looking up at his hard muscles chest. He really did have an amazing body.

‘I don’t want to get any blood on my clothes.’ Bill replied matter of factly, taking off his socks.’ He sat down wearing only his boxers. ‘No one will see these’ he said by way of explanation.

Kelly moved a little grimaced as a jolt of intense pain tore through her abdomen. ‘Why?’ She asked when the pain had subsided a little.

‘Because they’ll be covered by my trousers.’ Replied Bill grinning and then after a pause ‘Oh you mean - why did I shoot you? It’s because I want to watch you die.’

‘Why?’ Kelly sobbed.

Bill stroked her cheek tenderly. ‘Because I’ve spent a lot of time around you and I think that you’ll do it very nicely.’

‘But why. Why do you want to kill me? Is it because I dumped you?’ Kelly asked, still sobbing.

‘No. I was going to kill you anyway. I was just waiting for a time when I knew we’d be alone together, when we wouldn’t be interrupted.’

‘But why, you just said you really like me? Why on earth do you want to kill me?’ Kelly exclaimed.

‘Like I said, I’m a killer. I always have been, you just happen to be my first victim. You really are very special Kelly.’ He said smiling.

Kelly winced as another sharp jolt of pain ran though her. She looked up at Bill and thought of the boy she had fallen for, so charming, so kind. On their first date, when out with some friends, he had carried her all the way home after she had broken a heel.’ ‘Please, it hurts so much. I don’t want to die. Please can’t you let me live? Please can’t you take me to a hospital. Surely they’d be able to heal me.’ She begged.

Bill looked at her impassively. ‘I’m not going to shoot you again if that helps.’ He said.

‘Do you mean that? Are you going to let me live?’ Kelly asked pleadingly.

Bill placed his hand on her side and stroked it over her skin. He dipped a finger into the wound, causing Kelly to grimace even more intensely, and pulled it out and studied it. ‘It looks like a clean wound.’ He said ‘I deliberately made sure I missed your large intestine. I’m expect that if you were treated in hospital you’d have a good chance of survival; but that’s not going to happen. I’m sure you’d make lots of promises to me now to save your skin, but I’m not going to take the risk that you wouldn’t give me up the first time you felt safe. Plus, as I’ve said already, I want to watch you die.’

‘I can’t believe you could be so cruel.’ Kelly whimpered, the pain in her belly intensifying.

Bill looked over at her. ‘You look so beautiful, with your face all screwed up like that, and with that little trickle of blood leaking from your belly. I love spending time with you, you know. I may not say much, but I appreciate every moment we spend together.’ He smiled and pressed a couple of fingers into Kelly’s belly just below her wound.’

‘Aahh you bastard. Isn’t it enough that you’ve shot me. Why do you have to hurt me even more?’

‘I was just trying to get a sense of how much you’re bleeding internally. Your stomach isn’t feeling particularly hard so I guess it’s only a trickle. I think you’re going to take quite a long time dying.’ He explained. He looked at her sympathetically and stroked her arm. ‘I’ve got a couple of dihydrocodeine tablets in my jeans. If you want you can have them. They aren’t like morphine, they won’t numb you completely, but they should help take some of the edge off the pain. You might feel a little drowsy. They’ll also slow down your heart rate, which will lower your blood pressure and may slow down the bleeding a little. That should make you live a bit longer. It’s up to you whether you think that’s a good or a bad thing. They’ll be more effective if you take them together but then once they’ve worn off you’ll have nothing else. They last about 6 hours. I’d say its 50/50 you’ll still be alive then.’ He reached over and extracted a little foil pack from the back pocket of his trousers.

‘You really think I’ll last 6 hours? There’s no way I can bear this pain that long. I’ll take them. Kelly said gasping.

Bill smiled ‘My advice would be to take them one at a time, just in case you cling on to life. You can always take the second one before the 6 hours is up if one doesn’t feel like enough.’ Bill held the foil in his fingers. ‘There’s one condition though.’

‘Which is?’ Asked Kelly scowling.

‘We forget those little things you said earlier about finishing it with me. We go back to everything being ok between us. If I want a little fun with you, you let me.’ Bill said.

‘Seriously!’ Kelly shouted incredulously ‘I’m lying here dying in agony because you shot me and you want me to pretend that everything is rosy between us? You want me to let you have your way with me?!’ She had sat up involuntarily and regretted it immediately as a huge wave of pain overtook her, she collapsed back down onto the sofa panting.

Bill smiled. ‘Its up to you. You can lie there hating me. In excruciating torment. Or you can have something to take the edge off, and enjoy a pleasant evening with your boyfriend.’

‘You’re a fucking psychopath!’ Kelly exclaimed.

‘Probably. I haven’t been tested.’ Bill agreed ‘Now what do you say? Are we good?’

Kelly winced as another wave of agony ran through her, tears welled up in her eyes and she sobbed uncontrollably. Bill watched her patiently draining the last of his beer from the bottle. When her sobbing subsided, he took her in his arms tenderly.

Kelly didn’t have a choice. The pain was unbearable. As sickening as it was she was going to have to accept Bill’s terms. She looked up at him. ‘Ok’ she said simply. ‘I’m yours.’

Bill smiled warmly and unwrapped one of the tablets. He lifted it to her lips and popped it into her mouth and then offered her the glass of diet coke to help wash it down. ‘It’ll take about 20 minutes to take affect, so you’ll have to grin and bear it till then. Here, why don’t we make you a bit more comfortable.’ He said offering her a couple of cushions from his side of the sofa to help prop her up.’

Kelly winced and breathed through gritted teeth as she raised herself up to allow Bill to slip the pillow under her, but when she settled back down again it did feel better. Bill leaned over her and gently brushed the tears from her cheeks, he smoothed away a few stray locks of hair that had stuck to her face. ‘I forgot to tell you how good you look when I arrived. I love this casual dressed down look, it just makes me want to unpeeled you, and this T-shirt really shows off your tits.’ He ran his hand down her cheek, stroked her neck and shoulder and then gently traced a finger down over the curve of her breast. He smiled at her playfully.

Kelly did her best to smile back despite the pain, and the fact that she would far rather be clawing her nails down his face, though she had to admit, it was nice to receive a compliment for once. Bill had said more nice things about her this evening than he had in their entire relationship. ‘You look good too.’ She said, and meant it. He really did have an amazing body. He wasn’t overly muscled, but everything was really toned.

Bill gave her tit a gentle squeeze and then stood up and walked to the fridge ‘Do you wan’t a drink?’ He asked. ‘You should keep your fluid levels up. The tablets advise against drinking alcohol but I think that’s mainly to stop old dears falling over after their hip operations. In your case it’ll probably do you good.’ He opened the fridge and took out the bottle of white Kelly had been chilling to drink after he had left. He brought it over to the table along with a couple of glasses. He walked back to the fridge to look at a first aid box on top of the fridge. He opened it up and took out a packet of paracetamol. He then poured out a tall glass of water and carried it over to Kelly. Take a couple of these he advised. They’re surprisingly effective in combination with other pain killers. In Switzerland they give it intravenously to people who’ve broken bones on the ski-slopes. It’ll also help stop you becoming feverish. Drink plenty of the water too.’

Kelly accepted the pills and swigged them back. While Bill poured the wine. She looked down at the wound in her stomach. ‘There’s less blood than I expected.’ She said curiously.

‘You’re bleeding internally. Most of it’s probably pooling up around your kidneys. I wouldn’t be surprised if you started to feel a dull ache in your lower back at some point. That’ll be your kidneys getting squeezed as the pressure builds up.’ Ted explained matter of factly. He handed Kelly a wine glass. ‘Cheers’ he said, raising his own.

Kelly drained back half her glass in one gulp. Given the way the evening was going, getting seriously pissed didn’t seem like too bad an idea. She sank back into the pile of cushions and waited to see what Bill would do next.

Bill turned to admire his beautiful victim. She was bearing up pretty well all things considered. She looked a little pale and there was a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead but other than that, her rather pained expression and the hole in her belly, you’d be hard pressed to know anything was wrong. She still looked devastatingly pretty. He placed a hand on her knee and started to stroke her thigh. ‘I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this evening.’ He told her. ‘Since long before I got the guts up to ask you out. I couldn’t believe it when you said yes. It was like my all my dreams had come true.’ He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

Kelly resisted the urge to push him away. She had a feeling the resulting experience would be worse than the idea of letting her killer molest her. She couldn’t believe that he had just effectively told her that he had been stalking her, planning her death for ages; and that he still expected her to just happily make out with her.

‘You’re a bit cold sweetie. Try softening up a little’ Bill murmured, and went back to kissing her. Kelly tried to relax and go with things a little. She tried to imagine that faced with the end of their relationship, Bill had apologised for all his sins and promised to make amends. She placed a hand against his hard muscled chest and drew her fingers down over his torso. Bill’s hand continued to travel up and down her thigh, his fore-finger travelling up to her crotch and lightly rubbing the seam of her jeans. He reached round with his other hand and cupped her breast, gently squeezing her firm ripe bosom. She moaned softly, despite herself. Bill kissed her again an she found herself responding. She parted her lips and slipped her tongue out to meet his. Bill slid his hand over her thigh and stroked up her side, his fingers, gently stroking the bare skin of her waist. His palm was lightly brushing against the hole in her belly. It hurt but was also somehow soothing. Kelly slid her arm round his back, drawing him in closer and opened her mouth wider inviting him in to a deeper kiss.

Bill was pleasantly surprised. He hadn’t actually expected Kelly to so anything more than sit there and let him have her way with her. At this rate it looked like she might soon be taking the lead. He explored her mouth with his tongue and let his hand rove over her luscious chest. He could feel her nails brushing down his spine as she explored the muscles of his back. He pushed away a little, parting the kiss and looked down at her. ‘You never cease to amaze me Kelly. I am so impressed with you; you wouldn’t believe.’ He picked up his wine and took a slug. ‘How are the painkillers working?’ He asked.

Kelly drained the last of her glass and held it out to Bill to refill. ‘I think they’re starting to kick in. I can move a little now, without everything convulsing. Everything’s starting to feel a little wooly.’

‘That’ll be the dihydrocodeine. I had some once when I broke my wrist snowboarding. I quite liked the feeling so I kept some back to get high on from time to time. We’ll give it a bit longer to work before you do anything energetic though.’ He said grinning and slipped his hand under her top.

Kelly surprised herself by giggling a little. She leant back into the cushions and let Bill feel her up. She returned the favour and explored his chest with her fingers. She looked up at him to see him looking at her tenderly, lovingly. Why couldn’t they have reached this point before now. It was so hard to reconcile the playful boy, teasingly running his fingers round the edge of her bra with the distant cold killer who had shot her.

Bill moved around sitting himself on the coffee table. He handed Kelly her glass so he didn’t knock it over. He lifted her top a little folding it up until it ended just beneath her bra, widening the line of her belly that was exposed. Then, he leaned forward and started placing soft, feathery kisses on her bare skin. He started over the right hand side, working his way ever so slowly across in a curvy zig-zag. With each kiss the, tip of his tongue brushed lightly against her. He had slipped one hand back under her top, and the tips of his fingers were gently pushing down her bra cup and starting to brush against the skin of her aureole. His other hand was slowly gliding up the inside of her thigh. It was so sensual, Kelly closed her eyes and purred.

Bill slowly made his way across Kelly’s gorgeous midriff. He lingered on each kiss tasting her skin, feeling her quiver beneath his lips. Feeling the subtle movements of her body as she drew each breath. When he neared the bullet wound, he kissed a around it. Three ever so soft and gentle kisses one to the right, one above and one to the left. Then, he moved a little lower, to the waist of her jeans and dipped his tongue into the little salty red rivulet that was trickling down from the hole. He licked upwards, lapping up the blood and then ran his tongue round his lips savouring the taste. With the hand under her top, he pulled her bra cup down a little further, teasing out her stiff nipple. Then he kissed the wound, firmly pressing his lips to her belly and slipping his tongue inside running it round the edge of the little circlet of punctured flesh. He squeezed her breast and rubbed the side of his hand up against her crotch and eeked out the moment making it last . He could feel Kelly gasping, her breath ragged. He slowly lifted his lips away from her abdomen and looked up into her eyes.

Kelly had been gradually tensing as Bill had made his way towards her belly wound. At one point she had realised that with him bent over her like this there was a possibility that, using her wine glass, she could jab him in the neck. If she managed to hit an artery there was a chance she might be able to escape and get help. If it didn’t work though, there would be hell to pay. It wasn’t the risk that stopped her though. She simply couldn’t bring herself to interrupt bill from what he was doing. It was so intimate. Even when he was licking at the wound in her belly, the one that was slowly killing her, despite the pain it caused her she had never felt so connected to him. Never felt so connected to anyone. When he looked up into her eyes, she beckoned him towards her and as he rose, she wrapped her legs around him and drew him in. She parted her lips and gave him the deepest kiss they had ever enjoyed. It was the most erotic moment she had ever felt in her life. It felt so strange that she was sharing it with the man who had made it one of her last.

As Bill rose, he was practically dragged into Kelly’s embrace. He met her eager lips with equal enthusiasm, delighted by her reaction to his exploration of her belly. He kissed her deep and long and hard and then broke the embrace, primarily to position himself less awkwardly as one hand was still stuck under her top. He decided it was time to see a little more of her, so sitting back on the sofa next to her, he took her wine glass from her, lifted up her top, and with her cooperation, pulled it up over her head, and tossed it over the back of the couch. He sat back and admired her lovely chest. Her big ripe breasts were wonderfully displayed by the sexy silky bra. Her right nipple was poking out teasingly. He cupped her breast in his hand and leaned down taking the pert little nubbin in his mouth, and rolling his tongue round it before giving it a playful nibble. Kelly squeaked and pushed him back giggling. Bill grinned, ran a hand up her thigh, and leaned in for another kiss.

Kelly melted into her killers embrace, parting her thighs, making it easier for his hand to Travel upwards. She tousled his hair with one hand and ran the other up and down his back. She broke the kiss and leaned back twisting herself around to face him. She picked up her wine glass grinned and held it up to be refilled. The painkillers had definitely kicked in now, and the wine was going to her head a little too. She felt light and floaty. The pillows felt so soft beneath her, like she was lying back on cotton wool. Her belly still hurt but is was like a dull ache now, a pain she could put to one side and forget about while she concentrated on enjoying herself. She looked up at Bill and who was smiling at her warmly. She took a long sip of her wine, licking her lips as she lowered the glass and smiled back at Bill.

‘This is going to sound crass, but I must say, you really are doing a most delightful job of dying for me.’ Bill said.

Kelly frowned. With all the kissing and cuddling she had sort of forgotten about the dying part. Not completely, bit she had compartmentalised it away somewhere close to the pain. ‘I really don’t feel too bad. Are you sure I’m dying.’ She asked.

‘I’d be very surprised if you’re not. It’s pretty hard to shoot someone in the belly and not damage anything vital, and there’s loads of blood vessels on there.’

‘Just supposing. What will you do if I’m not? I mean, what if I’m still alive in the morning?’ Kelly asked.

Bill ran his hand up her thigh, and then up her side, stroking his thumb over her tum somewhat absently. He looked at her thoughtfully. ‘The easiest thing to do would be to shoot you again, but I don’t want to do that. It would spoil the artistry of your death. If it comes to it, I could always put my finger inside and stir things around a bit, but that wouldn’t be very pleasant for you. I’m sure that won’t be necessary though. The more you move around the more you’ll be reopening anything that opens up. So I think the key will be for us to have some really energetic sex.’ He said grinning and slid his hand up to give her tit a playful squeeze.

‘You’re determined to kill me then. There’s nothing I could do to persuade you to let me live?’ Kelly asked, taking another sip of her wine while she waited for his reply.

Bill looked at her tenderly. ‘I’m afraid not. It’s not that I’m worried about you turning me in. It’s simply that I need to kill you. It’s a need so deep within me that there is no way of getting away from it. I’m really into you, but that doesn’t stop me from needing to experience your death. From being with you, watching you gradually weaken until death finally takes you. To watch the life slip from you, and then…’ He looked away looking a bit uncomfortable.

‘You’re going to fuck my corpse aren’t you.’ Kelly stated looking him in the eye.

Bill nodded ‘Do you mind?’

Kelly thought about it. ‘Funnily enough it doesn’t really bother me. I mean I’ll be dead. It’s the needing to be dead thing that bothers me.’

Bill shrugged apologetically. ‘It’s kind of a prerequisite for necrophillia.’ He explained unnecessarily.

‘Can I just check that you are planning on making love to me before I shuffle of this mortal coil. ’ She queried.

‘Oh yea. I’ve been wanting to bang you all evening.’

‘Good, because I’m feeling really horny. If you change your mind at any point about me needing to die for you, I want you to know that I really would like to live. But if you have to kill me, I understand.’ Kelly said.

‘Did I mention you’re fantastic?’ Bill asked.

‘No, but feel free. Now come over here before the drugs wear off and I change my mind.’ Kelly said, putting her glass down and beckoning him over.

‘You’re fantastic’ said Bill moving over to her. ‘Why don’t we take this to your bedroom.’ And slipping one hand under her rump, and supporting her back he scooped her up off the sofa.

‘Uunng’ Kelly grunted in response to the sharp pain as he bent in the middle. She was impressed at his strength though. ‘Take me to my bed-chamber.’ She commanded as Bill strode with her to her room. The door was slightly ajar so he just needed to kick it open which made life much easier. He reached her bed and tossed her into the middle of it playfully. ‘Aaah!’ Kelly yelped as she landed on the bouncy mattress. ‘Are you trying to finish me off?’ She demanded pouting, but with a playful expression in her eye.

‘I just wanted to see your tits bounce. It was most satisfactory.’ Bill informed her and climbed onto the bed. He straddled her, and leaned forward to grope her breasts, giving them both a good squeeze.

‘Mmm I love having my tits played with. Remember when you nibbled them earlier? I like that. You can be rough with them if you like, I bet you like that, I know you like that. You can pinch my nipples of you like.’ Kelly offered.

Bill needed little encouragement. He teased them both out of their bra cups and took each one between thumb and forefinger and gave them both a gentle squeeze.

‘Mm harder. Come on for a sadistic killer that’s a bit namby.. Ooh ahh yes that’s more like it.’ Kelly moaned as Bill gave them a firm tweak.

BI’ll grinned and eased the straps of Kelly’s Bra over her shoulders. ‘Sit up for me.’ He instructed, lifting her up by her arms. Kelly groaned as she bent double smiled at him through pained eyes as he reached behind her and unfastened the clasp. He slipped the bra off revealing her large perfectly formed unfettered breasts. He cupped then, admiring their firm bounce, and then lowered his head to kiss them each in turn, running his tongue round each nipple, taking it into his mouth and savouring the delicate flavour. He pushed her back down onto the bed, grinned and gave her a boobs a playful squeeze.

‘Mmm, that’s nice. It looks like playing with my tits has got you nice and hard. Do you want me to suck you off for a bit?’ Kelly asked.

‘That would be delightful.’ Bill replied.

‘Then pull these Jeans off of me and loose your shorts big boy.’

Bill ran his hands over her chest, down her belly to the waistline of her jeans. He undid the top button and unzipped the fly, then slowly worked the over her hips and pulled them down her shapely thighs. Despite the pain it caused, Kelly raised her knees to her chest to enable him to slip the jeans off her feet. She placed her fluffy pink socks against his firm torso. ‘Are you going to take these off?’ She asked.

‘No, they’re too cute.’ Bill replied, grabbing her feet, parting her thighs and bending down to give her belly wound a firm kiss.

‘Ooh be gentle with that. Get those shorts off and let me be the one doing the kissing.’

Bill obligingly pulled off his boxers, revealing his generously proportioned cock. He grinned as Kelly gestured for him to sit beside her. Kelly drew Bill in for a kiss, running her hand down his neck, along his side, over his hip and then down to cup his tackle. She drew her fingers along his shaft and purred. She got up onto her knees, wincing a little but not letting it deter her, and pushed Bill’s shoulder so he rolled onto his back. She shuffled over and then straddled his shins. She arched her back, flicked her hair behind her, and cupped her breasts, playing with them seductively. She lowered one hand down over her belly tracing it in a slow figure of right round her midriff and then slid it down over her knickers. She cupped her crotch and slowly drew two fingers up over her mons, up to her belly and then, to Bill’s surprise and delight, she dipped one of them into her wound. Her body tensed as she winced involuntarily, but she brought the finger up to her mouth and ran it round her lips, applying her blood like lipstick. She pouted, and then seductively licked her lips. Smearing the blood left on her finger over her chest. Then, she leaned forward placing her hands on the bed and crawled up towards Bill’s crotch, a steely determined expression on her eyes. She kissed his balls, and then ran a tongue up his shaft till she reached the head and then lapped around it. She kissed it, taking it into her mouth and then drew back to lick down the shaft again. She raised her head and rocked forward brushing his cock with her breast and then took him in her mouth again holding his shaft with one hand.

Bill felt his cock hardening, as it grew stiffer, Kelly took more and more of it inside her mouth. She was bobbing up and down rolling her tongue around him as she swallowed his member. Every so often, she would bop up, lick his cock-head ever so lightly and then swallow it again, slurping up about half his length. Bill lay back relaxed, enjoying her technique.

Kelly let Bill’s cock slip from her mouth with a wet slurp. ‘Do you want to fuck my tits?’ She asked. Bill grinned and pushed her off him rolling her onto her back. He straddled her chest and nestled his cock in the deep valley of her cleavage. Kelly grinned and pushed her boobs together enveloping his fat sausage in their meaty embrace. Bill drew back and then pushed forward, his penis, slick with Kelly’s saliva, glided easily though the soft embrace of her breasts. He moved back and forth and Kelly rolled her breasts about him in time with his movement. She also ensured that as his cockhead poked out through her tits, her fingers brushed it, adding to his pleasure. He rocked back and forth, increasing the range of his movements, pushing his cock further and further up her chest. Kelly raised her head and started to kiss his cock each time he rocked forward. Bill pressed further and soon she was taking him into her mouth with each thrust. Bill reached behind himself and stoked her crotch, slipping his fore finger down the dampening cleft of her knickers. Kelly responded, bucking against him and arched her back, trying to take him deeper in her mouth. She squeezed her boobs mashing them into his cock in an effort to increase the pressure and his pleasure. Bill started to breathe hard. The soft caress of Kelly’s tits felt sensational and the skillful work of her tongue each time he slipped into her mouth even more so. He knew that if he carried on much longer he was going to cum but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He worked Kelly’s slit more vigorously, searching for the feel of her clit beneath the thin fabric of her panties and concentrating his efforts on that area.

Kelly moaned as Bill found her sweet spot. The damp silk of her knickers was so soft and thin, that they were no barrier her pleasure. She looked up at Bill and could see he wasn’t going to last much longer. She wanted him inside her and didn’t want to wait for him to get hard again if he blew his load. She released her breasts, grabbed his hips and pushed him back. ‘I want you!’ She gasped, ‘I need you in me now! Pull my knickers off and stick that rock-hard cock of yours into me. Please fuck me I need it so bad.’ She demanded.

Bill needed little encouragement. He shuffled back into the space between her thighs, grabbed her knickers and yanked then down, revealing her neatly trimmed muff, then as Kelly raised her legs in the air, he pulled the knickers all the way off. He took her knees, parted her thighs and moved up to place his cock to the entrance of her womanhood. He looked down at her and with one quick firm thrust he drove himself inside her spearing her soaking wet cunt with his cock.

Kelly cried out animalistically and bucked up hard to meet him, driving his cock as far inside her as was possible. She moaned as he drew out his prick and then rammed it back in even deeper. Bill pushed her knees back against her chest, lifting her hips from the bed and set about drilling her from above. Kelly grabbed his waist and pulled her down towards him with each movement thrusting her hips up to meet him each time. She was vaguely aware of the pain in her belly increasing. The vigorous movement was clearly helping to open up the wound inside. She could see that fresh blood was leaking out of the wound. She didn’t care. She just wanted her killer to keep fucking her to bury his cock as deep inside her as he could.

Bill looked down to see the blood bubbling out of Kelly’s beautiful belly. The sight was so arousing more erotic than he could have imagined. He drove his cock in deeper and harder, bent her legs up further and hammered her pussy with all the strength he could muster. ‘Oh fuck yes. You are so fucking hot! Bleed for me! Die for me!’ Oh fuck yea!’

Kelly responded by wrapping her legs round his back and writhing around beneath him, stirring his cock round inside her, trying to maximise her pleasure. She was close to the edge and needed to cum. She bucked her hips up savagely grinding her hips into his. ‘Oh fuck yes, keep drilling me like that! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh you’re fucking killing me!’ She cried as her climax hit her.

Bill continued to thrust into her relentlessly pounding her cunt without mercy until he too started to cum. He pulled out his cock and poured his seed over her belly, shaking off a few drips over her tits and then collapsing onto the bed to lie beside her.

They lay together panting for a few minutes. Kelly broke the silence. ‘I know it’s a bit late now that you’ve cum all over me, but aren’t you worried about DNA?’

‘No, it’ll be fine.’ Bill explained, stroking her breast. ‘I’m part of a little society. We share an interest in the killing of beautiful women and work together to help fulfil our fantasies. One of the members works in the forensics lab. So when the DNA test comes back it’ll match with some perv with previous for indecent assault and downloading kiddie-porn. He happened to fall into the river wearing a weight belt a few months ago, so it’s unlikely he’ll be caught. Of course it means they’ll be looking for the same perp, and not me, if I commit any future crimes; which is quite handy.’

‘So I’m to be the first in a long string of murders?’ Kelly asked.

‘I very much hope so, though I doubt I’ll find killing anyone else as pleasurable as killing you.’

‘You say the sweetest things’ said Kelly rolling over onto her side and cuddling up to him. He turned round to face her and kissed her tenderly.

They lay there for some time, their hands gently exploring each other’s body. Kissing once in a while.

‘I’m feeling cold.’ Kelly said after a while.

Bill studied her. Her skin was pale, her lips slightly blue. He could see a deep bruise had formed on her back, where the blood was pooling inside. She was shivering her breath was ragged. ‘I don’t think you’ve got much longer.’ He informed her and ran his hand up her thigh, over her belly and stroked her breast.

‘I don’t want to die Bill.’ She said turning to look at him.

‘I know.’ He replied. ‘But you are doing it beautifully.’ Her drew her in close to him.

‘I’m sorry about earlier.’ Kelly said.

‘Shush’ Bill told her and kissed her lightly. He held her gently stroking her back.

Kelly reached down and took his cock in her hand. It was nice and hard again. ‘Will you come back inside me? I want you inside me when I go.’ she said.

‘I’ve told you, you’re fantastic haven’t I’ Bill said smiling and rolling her onto her back. He rolled on top of her and gently lined his cock up with her pussy and slid inside.

‘Mmm I love how well you fill me.’ Kelly murmured.

Bill smiled down at her and made love to her gently. Slowly sliding in and out, looking into her eyes, stroking her hair.

‘I’m so cold Bill, will you just hold me, slide yourself in and hold me till I go.’

Bill did as she asked, he thrust deep inside and then held himself there, lying down on her chest. He kissed her. She responded. He stroked her hair lovingly. Kelly emitted a satisfied sigh and closed her eyes. He kissed her again. This time her lips were still. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and rolled it around hers. She did nothing to respond; nothing to resist. Bill raised himself up onto his arms. He looked down at her beautiful face, admired her beautiful breasts. He pulled out, got onto his knees and lifted her hips onto his lap and slid back in again. He looked down at her stretched out in front of him. He admired her body, particularly her belly, with the little wound, with its little trickle of blood. He rocked his hips and glided in and out of her effortlessly. He loved the way her breasts bounced as he thrust into her limp form. He lifted her up into his arms and held her. Pressing her body to his. He kissed her cold unresponsive lips then lay her down and set about fucking her corpse with gusto.