Why I Kill - 2nd Kill - Kellie - Rated R

2nd Kill - Kellie

After a couple of more weeks of driving and thinking. Like the old Bon Jovi song I drive sometimes for days, not sleeping when I did it was usually at a rest stop in the back of "Camie".

Been a while since I slept in a bed, I pulled off in Emporia, Virginia a good mid size town. So I pulled into the Red Carpet Inn, a good cheap flophouseish hotel. I figure I check out a local food and booze dive called Destry Restaurant and Lounge the air was heavy with smoke and stale beer. A couple of battered pool tables sat in one corner.

I bellied up to the bar as the bartender, a woman who passed her prime sometime when JFK was in office. She gave me the required semi-flirt and took my order. Double shot of Jack Daniels neat, a good bit of that rough house charcoal golden fire found it way down my throat. I sat at the bar and ordered a steak, much like the bartender it was well pass its prime. I talked to her, causal stuff how is the weather, what are the hot clubs in town, are you married, where is a good liquor store..

I found out her name was Kelli and she was divorced and living off highway 301 on Moonlight Rd. We talked until closing. She offered me a ride back to the hotel, I asked her point-blank if she like to ride me.. At first she seemed embarrassed then quickly nodded and told me that she had not had ridden a real dick in a few months that I looked dangerous and bad. And she liked dangerous and bad.

We quickly grabbed some booze and condoms from the local S-Mart and headed to her place. I felt my blood pulsing the wind did little to cool the heat of my body as she raced into the night. She hurried at the door opening it, inside she was on me like I was a juicy steak to a dying man. It had been a while for me too, but I was starting to get other ideas.

The sex was hard fast and varied.(To those thinking you where about to get some jerk off material FUCK YOU go find another blog or go to www.fuckingpreverts.com ) and a couple of hours we drank

some booze, ate a snack and just starting kind foreplaying for the next round. It never happened I fell asleep for a bit..

I awoke to see Kelli taking the cash out of my wallet. So much for her being just a woman at the bar.. I thought to myself "She has done this a few times before". I made some noise and she quickly jumped back into bed and became the sexpot again. I told her I wanted another round before I left, and that I needed to use the toilet. And to put on another rubber, she quickly agreed. I saw her go back to getting the cash out of my wallet.

While in the bathroom I looked around and found a towel with I tore a good long strip from and checked around for aspirin and drain cleaner and found them. I hid the strip under my arm as I when back into the bedroom. We started rolling around finally ending up the way I wanted her doggie style. As she thrust against me I eased my hand down and grabbed the strip of towel.

Her thrusts quickened against my hard dick, but it was hard for another reason. As she lost herself in the pounding waves of an orgasm I quickly looped the strip around her neck, pulled out and sat on her ass while pulling tight. I cum for a different reason filling the condom.. her twitches stop as she goes limp.

I let go and quickly grab the drain cleaner and aspirin, both get poured down her throat. More drain cleaner goes in her cunt and on the bed. I smash the bottle of booze. It's not prefect but it looks like a drunken rage, drug overdose. I hear knocking at the door, I freeze who could it be?  I quickly grab a towel and run to the door. I open it to the all-knowing look of a woman around Kellie's age that smells like she had been drenched in the essence of bar. She smiles and tells me her name is Wanda and is Kellie around. I tell her she is sleeping, she smiles and nods. "Kellie has a new guy ever week, I don't know why she doesn't settle down. Alot of the guys she brings over looks nice. Anyway tell her to give me a call" she tells me, checking me out

I smile back, she leaves. I get my clothes on and head back to town. After checking out of the hotel I crank up Camie and hit the road heading south. A couple of hours later I pull off to ditch the clothes in a rest stop trash bin. And hit the I-40 heading west looking for the next kill or shall I say thrill.

Why I kill - 1st Kill - Harry - Rated R

 

At first I just drove around.. you know saw the US. I felt the need growing within me, but I knew I had to explore the US a little more and figure out exactly who should I kill. I needed to find someone who filled my needs but wouldn't be noticed by the police or anymore until I was long gone.

Finally decided the parameters of my segment of the population I could murder:
* Mid size towns (5,000 - 30,000) - Just large nuf where I stranger wouldn't stick out, but not too large to have a large police force

* Single people (21 - 40), older and younger where out for various reasons. Not to mention I think a will and ability to fight back would increase the high

* Income level - below 50K.. after 50K people tend to have an impact in the community or live in areas that have security

* Housing - starter homes, low level/older apartment complexes and trailer parks

* Location - within 20 miles of a major highway or interstate on most major highways and interstates you can open it up and be in another state quickly, but rest stops are great places to get rid of evidence and switch clothes
Anyhow driving up and down I-95 one day and noticed I was running low on gas. So I pull over into this town in GA called Kingsland. Rolled up to Chevron Food Mart.. got some gas and while heading out I noticed a bulletin board with a want ad for a carpenter. Well I am okay with a hammer and saw, so I pull out my cell (one of those pay as you go plans so I could ditch it at any time) and call him up. He tells me his name is Harry (not his real name, don't want to cause anyone any more grief by posting their names) and he needs a shed built. I ask him how much is he willing to pay, that I had a fair bit of experience building sheds (a small lie, but I knew enough to fake it). He asked for references I gave him names of some companies out-of-state (gotta love 411.com look up a few companies and write them down for reference. People and small companies never bother to call them I have found out)

He asks me if I am new in town and why in a couple of different states. I tell him I divorced my wife and kids so I kinda wander around looking for work. A long pause I think I blew it, but he tells me he will pay $300 or $100 plus room and grub. I smile, Harry sounds worth a closer look, I tell him I take the $100 plus room and grub. He gives me directions. I get back in the car and end up a older but decent shape house out on White Oak road near the Crooked River. Harry is a good fellow, about average height, black hair, brown eyes, crispy brown from being out in the sun too much. He looks "Camie"  over and whistles, tells me that is a nice ride. Then he points to his 95 Chevy S10 and tells me to get in, he take me to go eat. Takes me to this place called Sonny's Real Pit back in town.

Over some nice BBQ, onion rings and tea he tells me what he wants. Sound pretty easy a tool shed about 10 foot wide, 6 foot tall. He has all the lumber and nails at 84 Lumber and had them deliver it. After that he takes me back to start work. When in no time I have the basic structure up and up pretense of taking a break I ask Harry about his life and find out he lives along. Never had a need for women after a few bad relationships, told me he spoke his mind too much for women. He pretty much did landscaping and brickwork for expenses. Told me he liked fishing.

The next of couples days passed uneventfully, I discovered where he liked to fish. It was a nice very isolated spot where a stream feed into the Crooked River. I could barely control my lust as I finished the shed. Harry paid me and I asked to go fishing with him before I went. He told me sure, I told him I had pick up fishing supplies. I purchased fishing supplies, a hatchet, razors, trash bags and some bleach. I sliced off a couple of layers of skin on my fingers and bleached them real good so they would leave very faint prints and bleach is pretty good at destroying DNA

Night came and we went to his favor fishing hole. We talked about trivial things for a while, the fishing was good. We caught a couple of good-sized bass and a catfish. As the night grew on, I knew it was time. I could feel the blood raging in my body it felt like was in a raging rapids. My dick grew stiff and oozing precum.. so much Harry commented if I seen a mermaid. He stopped laughing as our eyes met and he realized what was about to happen.

He rose up to say something or defend himself I never know. As soon as I dropped the pole and raised up the hatchet everything because a orgasmic blur, time slowed down, if felt godlike, I barely realized I came as the hatchet connected with his face it was like I could see every droplet of blood every bit of bone, every brain cell as it flew. His body just started twisting and twitching uncontrollably. I wasn't prepared for that I expected him to drop like a sack of flour

His body flopped into the water thrashing around, fear quickly replaced lust. Someone was going to hear that I jumped in the water quickly and hit Harry a couple of more times with the back of the hatchet... Finally he goes quiet. I drag his body out of the water and get him back on the shore. I go thur his wallet grab the cash in there as well as the condom (never know when that would come in handy). I hit him a few more times with the hatchet and drug him around to make it look like a robbery. I sat him up beside a tree where it looked like he was sleeping.

I quickly took off my clothes and put them in a trash bag. and poured the bottle of bleach on me. It burned but I knew I needed to wash the blood off of me. I ran back to Camie naked. Popped the truck go out fresh clothes. I cranked her up and drove off like I was out for a Sunday drive. Once on the I-95 I drove north stopping in SC to wash the bloody clothes in some of that new protein detergent. Once I did that I drove around and found a Goodwill store to drop them off.

The high lasted for days.. but then I felt the need to kill again..

 

Sample - Furry Kung Fu Redneck Aliens the Reality TV Show Part 1

The following Media Development Sample is Rated R

I came up with this idea looking for a cartoon I used to watch (Super Duper Sumos - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Duper_Sumos), just got me thinking I could write a story about with a bunch of adjectives strung together. I fiqured alien martial artists who became rednecks over the years in a stylized version of the US would be very interesting. Right now I am not sure if this would do better as a comic/graphic novel or as a story.

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Dale “BigBoots” McCoy looked at his brother and smiled. “U couldn’t hit the big ass of the mayor’s daughter throwing like that”. Earl “SmokinFist” Hatfield spat a glob of Redman at his brother and smiled back “Aleast I don’t have to take a weed whacker to my mane”. BigBoots leaned back and threw the hubcap, his cybervision showed him the target , a good sized boulder 2 miles away. “Aleast here most people think our manes are punk redneck mullets, it’s not like Eargoth IV where they thought we were warlocks and tried to fry us with solar flares”. SmokinFist’s curse confirmed that his throw had hit the target.

BigBoots laughed, “I remember that those where the days, how long have we been on this mudball SmokinFist?” SmokinFist seemed perplexed with the arrival of the TV crew. “Too damm long” SmokinFist muttered under his breath. As the crew approached with BigBoots and SmokinFist’s girlfriend, Juggles, nicknamed named for her impressive rack. Juggle was the daughter of a mad scientist whose breast enlargement drug went horribly wrong or right depending on whom you asked. Juggles breast size was a impressive 88DD cup with her close to 7 foot size and 14 inch tongue. Many man desired her however to date BigBoots and SmokinFist where the only ones that survived knocking boots with her. She had literally explosive orgasms, lately they have been getting worse, BigBoots broke a nail climbing out of the 12 foot crater.

Sadly her Dad’s genetic tinkering had left Juggles with a disability of sorts, peppermint acted like chloroform on her. As the TV crew gathered around the host a tall gangly 6′ black slicked back hair, too prefect of a tanned toned body stepped forward. “Dave Watercrest” the man said shaking hands and flashing perfectly straight and bleached white teeth, an expression that would look normal on a shark. SmokinFist looked at the TV spokesman and almost bloodied his lip by biting it so hard to keep from laughing as he remembered why the TV crew was there. The American Republic King wanted to make some Konga bucks from the heroics of these two. Not to mention it was a plea deal to keep them from serving time in the Compton Ultramax for augmented Humans for destroying most of Mt Rushmore
fighting a super-intelligent monkey called Brass Monkey.