(MF, snuff, nec, rp, v)
By Loch Raveena (email@example.com)
WARNING: This story contains violence, necrophilia and
rape. This story was written as an adult fantasy and
should not be accessed by underage readers or persons
with delicate sensibilities.
'Oh, what a job,' thought Ned as he rolled off of the
dead young Mexican woman. Both of them stared up at the
night sky now, one pair of eyes seeing the stars and
wondering about them, and the other pair seeing nothing
A shooting star streaked across the sky. "Was that
you?" asked Ned, genuinely wondering if the dead girl's
spirit had just streaked heavenward. It was surreal.
Ned was excited. It made him feel even more powerful.
What a job, he thought to himself again. No other job
in the world could be more satisfying to a serial
killer than the Border Patrol. Only a mortician serial
killer could have more fun, perhaps. Ned smiled,
pleased with himself for such a humorous thought. A
mortician. Yes, maybe I am in the wrong line of work.
Ned stood up and brushed himself off. He quickly
regained his composure, then looked down at the dead
girl. She had long black hair, dark staring eyes, and a
thin trail of blood leaking out of a corner of her
mouth. Her arms lay spread over her head where Ned had
placed them while he had fucked her as she writhed in
She was naked, her breasts large and wonderful to
behold, her body slender but curvy. Her hands were
lying palms-up, and he remembered that they had
calluses on them. She was a lettuce picker, or some
other kind of agricultural worker. Her skin was tan,
almost golden, and her smile had been sweet. Ned had
snapped her neck, then thrown her to the ground and
screwed her while her body jerked about.
Ned removed the hand-held radio from its holster and
pressed the switch. "I got another one," he said into
the mike. "Looks like another rape-murder though."
Ned gave his coordinates and soon other Border Patrol
agents arrived. They speculated that a coyote (Young
Mexican men who led immigrants across the border) had
robbed, raped, and killed her. It was just too common
for life in the borderlands. They would write their
reports and send her body to a morgue in some nearby
town that didn't get enough tax revenues to handle the
load, meaning this girl would be buried in an unmarked
pauper's grave like so many others without an autopsy
or even identification.
'What a job,' thought Ned once again, his eyes smiling
behind his dark BP sunglasses.
About two nights later, Ned's urge began to make him
antsy once again. But attacking young women who were
separated from their group had become too easy. Yes, he
enjoyed the sex, but the hunt and the kill were just as
exhilarating. And a lonely frightened young Mexican
woman just didn't satisfy his growing desire for a
This night Ned decided to test himself. He would seek
at least two people who traveled together, be it man
and woman, two women, or two men he didn't care which.
He had killed young men before, too, but he hadn't done
anything with the bodies. Instead, he would just
manipulate them in a way that he found stimulating and
then he pleased himself on his own.
Ned found a likely spot to park his truck and waited.
He remained parked on a small hill, just high enough so
he could see over the top of it but others couldn't
make out the truck's shape.
It took nearly three hours, but Ned finally saw shadows
moving in the dark silence. He emerged from his truck,
made sure that he was careful not to close the door or
make any sounds, and stealthily made his way towards
the moving shadows.
It was two young women and a young man walking fast but
trying not to make sounds. It looked like the man was
holding hands with one of the women, but Ned wasn't
sure. He stepped forward, snapping a twig.
"Coyote!" exclaimed the boy in an excited but hushed
voice. "Shut up and listen," he said, his eyes wide
with awareness, his body stooping and crouching.
The girls hushed immediately. The three of them
stopped, looking all around them. The boy moved
something out from behind his shirt, something black
and metallic glistening in the moonlight. 'A gun,'
thought Ned. 'Now we've got a hunt!' he thought to
himself, his heart racing with excitement.
Ned removed his gun from his ankle holster. The boy saw
the movement and fired in his direction. A second shot
rang out and the boy was tossed backwards like a rag
doll, the gun flying from his outstretched hand. The
One of the girls rushed to the boy's side and scooped
him up in her arms to rest his upper body across her
lap. She cradled him, sobbing hysterically, her tears
falling on his face. The other woman disappeared into
the landscape, running.
Ned emerged from the shadows, his gun pointed at the
young man and woman. His hand was pressed against the
side of his neck and blood poured profusely out from
between his fingers. "You shot me, you son of a bitch!"
he screamed, seeing red.
He walked up to the young couple and saw that the
Mexican boy was dead - he had taken a bullet right in
the chest above his left nipple - his head lolled in
the woman's embrace, eyes opened wide in surprise and
staring into nothingness. The woman embraced the boy in
a way that arched his body, causing the dead boy's t-
shirt to ride up his body and expose his flat stomach
and tender navel.
Though he was dead, Ned shot the boy again anyway, a
bullet hole appearing next to his shallow navel, the
body jerking with the bullet's impact. The Mexican
woman screamed at him in Spanish and lay upon the boy's
body to cover him and protect him from Ned. Ned raised
his pistol and brought it down upon the young woman's
head in a crushing blow.
The woman silently tumbled over on to her side, her
legs kicking and arms twitching before going still. Ned
was beside himself with anger and began to tear the
woman's clothes off, leaving her naked under the moon.
He dragged the boy's body to lie side by side with the
girl. His anger made him forget about his neck wound,
and the blood still oozed profusely, drenching him
nearly from head to toe in blood. He looked like the
horror figure that he really was.
He stripped off his uniform shirt and dropped his
trousers to his ankles. He spread the young woman's
legs for easy access, then turned the boy's head on its
side so that his eyes would face the young woman.
Ned then mounted the woman, jamming his erection with
great force deeply into her. He grunted as he forced
himself into her. He panted, blood and sweat dripping
onto the young woman's body. She wasn't dead, only
unconscious. When she began to stir from the pain and
discomfort of his invasion of her body, Ned's grip on
her arms grew stronger.
"Are you watching us?" he tauntingly asked the dead
boy. The boy's eyes stared back at him without
expression. Ned began to thrusting himself into the
woman with forceful deep movements. He enjoyed her
moaning with each violent thrust. "Bitch," he said,
The woman stirred beneath him, her eyes flew open.
'What's happening,' she thought, trying to gain her
bearings. A man was on top of her, in her, smiling
wickedly looking like a mad man, bloody and sweaty,
tongue hanging out, muttering in a language she didn't
understand. He was raping her!
She tried to maneuver beneath him, tried to get him off
of her. He smacked her face, drawing blood from her
lips. She saw his meaty hands reach down to her face,
grabbing her head. 'What's happening?' she wondered
again. Then suddenly his hands jerked her head this way
"Oh Jesus!" she said, hearing and feeling the popping
in her neck, one after another, then her slender body
began to snake and jerk as though a thousand volts of
electricity coursed through her, but darkness clouded
her vision and soon she was gone...
"Bitch," said Ned again in a deep growling voice. He
reached climax just as the girl's jerking stopped, her
head tilted to the side, eyes wide open and staring at
the dead boy who stared unseeingly back at her.
After pumping everything he had into the lifeless form
beneath him, Ned panting, slipped his wilted dick out
of the Mexican girl, and rolled over next her, looking
up at the stars. He smiled widely.
He noticed two stars shining brightly close to each
other. 'I did that,' he thought, 'I made two more
Ned watched the night sky for some time, stretching his
kingdom's reign to a few more minutes. Enjoying the
feeling of power over other and the cooling sated
feeling of the sex he'd just had. Finally he stood up
then and looked down at the two bodies.
It was a work of art, he thought. The young naked
woman, beautiful, lean, curvy, long dark hair, smooth
skin, bright eyes, oval navel, and a perfect little
mouth. The young man, stringy, smooth youthful stomach,
slender, shallow tender belly button, handsome face.
Both of them had their eyes wide open, their heads
tilted towards each other, the wide dark eyes staring
deeply into each other's. Both of their arms lay above
their heads, bodies slightly arching. 'It was and art,'
Ned thought. He didn't want to radio this in; instead
he just wanted to stare at the two young Mexicans in
Ned slowly sank to his knees, the world suddenly
growing hazy. Oh yeah, he thought, I've been shot. Ned
tumbled backwards, the ground accepting him like a big
fluffy mattress. He reached for his walkie-talkie and
removed it from its holster.
As he was about to push the button the moon disappeared
from his line of sight. A woman stood above him with
her hands held high over her head. 'The other woman,'
he thought vaguely.
She stood holding a large rock with both hands. She
looked like a beautiful giant holding a boulder over
her head. Her eyes burned with fire. 'She was a
goddess.' he thought for an instant.
"Uh oh," Ned said, and the world went black...
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