Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Just six months ago Melissa Coss was happily married the woman she loved and was preparing to raise a family with her. That all came crashing down when she came home late one evening to find her wife, Stephanie, cheating on her with a student from the school she worked at. In a fit of rage she slaughtered both of them with a knife. Melissa burned the house they had together to the ground, leaving nothing but charred skeletons behind. She escaped suspicion by law enforcement, but that night unlocked something inside of her. In the first four-and-a-half months since her wife's death Melissa has attempted to rebuild her life. Her job paid well enough and the insurance collected on the house more than covered the financial costs, but the urge to kill again, to feel that rush of adrenaline, was becoming harder to ignore. She couldn't resist for long. Then a little more than a month ago she started searching for potential victims. A little less than a week ago she found one; a twelve-year-old, half-Japanese girl she met at the park. She hadn't considered a girl that young; she may be a killer, but she wasn't a pedophile, or so she thought. But she saw the girl raise her skirt in front of a younger boy, seduce him, in order to get him to give her some of his food. The girl got more than she bargained for, because Melissa found herself aroused by the girl's light-brown thighs and pink cotton panties. Melissa pretended to scold the girl for being slutty. During the exchange she learned that the girl's name was Stacy Curtis, and where she lived. Multiple times a day, for five days straight, Melissa drove past the address given to confirm whether or not she actually lived there. She did, and a few nighttime passes she learned that Stacy left her bedroom window open at night. The plan developed in proceeded in her mind with a speed that she found frightening; for the second time in her life she would kill someone, and for the first time for no other cause than pleasure. On the day it would go down she called in sick and slept in until 6:00 that evening. Over the next six hours she prepared and went over every single detail, and even tried to talk herself out of it a few times. She threw on a thick pair of gloves, a wig of long-black hair, and stuffed her bra to make her small tits look much bigger. Then at midnight she slung a huge backpack over her shoulders and trotted off out the door. Melissa arrived on-foot outside of Stacy's window fifteen minutes later. The window was open, as expected, so she grabbed the edge and pulled herself in. Stacy was passed out on a full-sized bed, fully uncovered and wearing nothing but a pair of white panties. She was spread on her back with her long black hair sprawled messily underneath. Melissa was instantly aroused at the preteen's petite, prepubescent figure, and small budding tits. Melissa watched her lovely chest as it slowly expanded and contracted with her breathing, then she set the backpack on the floor and set to work. Her first order of business was to pull out a roll of duct tape and four straps. She carefully strapped each of Stacy's limbs to the bedframe and softly put tape over her mouth. The tween stirred in her sleep several times, almost causing her consider aborting the plan and going home, but she stayed asleep. She used a pair of scissors to cut her panties and threw them in her bag. Once Stacy was secured tightly to the bed, and all possibility of escaping was eliminated, Melissa went over and locked the door, then went over to the window to lower the blinds; didn't need any neighbors watching and calling the cops. Then she pulled out a power drill and plugged it up. Melissa took a deep breath as excitement, fear, and dozens of other emotions fluttered through her mind. She grabbed Stacy's chin and forced her head back slightly, causing her to stir again, and placed the tip of the drill against the center of her throat. She took one more deep breath and activated the drill. Stacy's eyes flew open as the drill bit sank into her soft neck, spinning and grinding flesh, and sending sending up sprays of blood. She made wet, bubbly, squealing noises, and convulsed wildly against her restraints. Melissa drilled down until she felt it hit her spinal cord, then stopped. Stacy convulsed again when Melissa yanked the drill out of her throat. Blood squirted from the hole like a fountain. Her limbs jerked and tears flowed from her eyes, and it was clear that she was in agony. Melissa looked down at the carnage she caused; part of her was horrified at what she did to this innocent girl who just barely started life, while another part was fascinated. Regardless of which emotion was stronger, she couldn't deny that she was sexually aroused. But she could only stand there with her mouth open, her green eyes staring down into Stacy's brown hurt-filled eyes. Her cheeks bulged as her mouth and throat filled with blood, with no way out through the tape. "I told you that being a slut attracts perverts. Betcha didn't expect me to be the pervert I was talking about," Melissa told her, with mostly regret and concern in her voice; she was still far from the cold, unsympathetic killer she would become. She thought to herself that it might not be too late to get medical help, even if she wouldn't be normal ever again. But Melissa quickly expelled that thought and cusped Stacy's right breast. Then she lowered herself and clenched her teeth on her brown little nipple. Melissa nibbled on it and moved to the left tit. Melissa started kissing and licking her soft belly, until she reached her hairless mons and started licking around her labia. Melissa was about to stick her tongue through Stacy's slit the door knob started to turn, and Melissa immediately jumped off the bed. "Stacy, what's with all the noises? It woke your sister, and now she's too scared to go back to sleep," a woman with a thick Asian accent yelled as she attempted to open the door. "Why did you lock the door?" Melissa's heart sank when she heard a set of keys jangling and then heard one go into the knob. She quickly ran over to her backpack and pulled out a sharp knife and hid behind a dresser on the other side of the room. The door flung open and light from the hall flooded in, blocked by two figures standing in the doorway. The taller figure was a slim Japanese women in her late-20's, clearly the girl's mother, while the other was a much smaller girl who was probably around eight or nine. The women glided into the room with an irritated expression on her face, which quickly turned to one of horror when she got a good look at her daughter. Stacy either fell unconscious by that point, or passed away after choking on her own blood. She lay there twitching, staring blankly at the ceiling. When piss started spraying from her cunt, her mother broke out of her state of shock and started screaming fanatically. Melissa jumped out from her hiding spot and rushed towards the door. The panic-stricken nine-year-old screamed when Melissa grabbed her by the torso and placed the knife against her throat. "Mommy! Mommy!" She cried out, struggling to get free. "Maeko! Let her go!" Her mom screamed. "Shut up bitch or I'll slit her throat!" Melissa was just as frightened as they were; she made a huge mistake by not fully taking into account the other members in the house. Sure, she locked the door so nobody would walk in, but she failed to consider that they would hear the drill or Stacy's struggle against the straps. Nor did she consider that Stacy's mother would have a key to her daughter's bedroom. Those little mistakes could have costed her dearly. But there was no point in worrying about it now, she thought to herself; right now she had to put this situation under control. If she doesn't fuck up any further then she can turn her previous screw ups into an advantage. "Remove your clothes," Melissa ordered the woman. "Do it if you don't want to lose another daughter." The woman was taken aback by such an order from another woman. She always thought if she was ever raped it would be a man's doing. "Are you a lesbian or something? Why-why would you ask that?" "Damn right I'm a lesbian! Now take off your clothes bitch!" She opened her mouth to protest, but Melissa dug the knife into Maeko's skin; not enough to seriously hurt her, but enough to elicit a sharp cry and send trickled of blood down her neck. When the woman understood that Melissa really would kill her daughter she lifted the nightgown over her head and, reluctantly, tossed it aside. She had a perfect, smooth body, and Melissa found herself salivating at the sight of her round medium-sized breasts. The Asian dropped her panties and Melissa oggled her shaved cunt. "Now lay on the bed, on top of Stacy." The woman started sobbing as she sat down on the bed and lay across her daughter's corpse. Melissa looked down at Maeko, "your turn to get naked," she ordered before pushing the girl forward several feet. "Just because I let you go doesn't mean you should run; if I catch you I'll rip your fucking guts out." Maeko looked at Melissa through tear-filled eyes as she undressed. First her flimsy t-shirt came off and then her panties. Melissa stared in lust at her small feminine figure, flat undeveloped chest, and smooth prepubescent pussy. "Now climbed on your mother with your pussy against her face," she commanded, followed by, "you do know what a pussy is?" "M-my front bottom?" She asked timidly, putting her hand over her vagina. Melissa had to resist the urge to laugh cutely at the girl's euphemism; can't let them see whatever bit of humanity was left in her. She just nodded coldly. Maeko walked over to the bed and looked into her mother's eyes, hoping she knew what to do. "J-just do as she says, it'll all be over soon," she told her daughter through teary eyes. Maeko climbed on the bed and lay with her legs wrapped around her mother's head and her pussy inches from her mouth. "Now I want you to lick your daughter's pussy. Now!" "Please no! Don't ask me to do that. I can't!" Melissa pulled Maeko's head up and pressed the knife against her throat. "Do it or you will have to see your daughter die right on top of you." "Please just rape and kill me, please! I'll let you eat me out if you let Maeko go!" "I'm going to eat you out anyways, bitch," then a very cruel thought entered her mind, "If you don't eat your daughter's pussy I'll kill her and let you live, but if you do as I tell you then you won't have to see her die." "If I do this will you let Maeko go?" "If you do as I ask I can guarantee that you won't have to see her die," Melissa replied solemnly. The mother looked like she wanted to ask for clarification, but just closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Maeko gasped as her mother's protruding tongue brushed against her little slit and started softly moving back and forth. She moved slowly, and reluctantly, at first, softly caressing her little girl's cunt and caused her to start moaning. Over time she started to lap Maeko's sex faster, and going deeper into her slit. Melissa couldn't tell if the woman was just trying to get it over with or actually enjoying the taste, but Maeko seemed to really enjoy the sensation. Her eyes were closed and her body slightly stretched, and she her moans were of pleasure. The fact that she enjoyed getting eaten out by her mother really aroused Melissa. Melissa had to get in the action, but she had to be safe. She removed the straps from Stacy's corpse. Two of them were used to strap the mother's arms to the bed frame, and the other to strap Maeko's legs to the bed. With that done she crawled between the mother's legs and placed her lips against her pussy. She used her hands to spread her labia and took a big whiff of her cunt. Then she stuck her tongue out and lightly touched it against the Asian's clit. As Melissa started dancing her tongue around the mother's clit she heard Maeko screaming in orgasm. "Keep licking until I'm done with you," Melissa yelled. Maeko's body jerked and spasmed wildly at her first orgasm, and started twitching as her mother's tongue continued to osculate her girlhood. It wasn't long before she herself was moaning, as Melissa sucked and tasted her pussy. Her legs kicked and stretch as Melissa stimulated her sex, sending her into a frenzy. She was finding it harder and harder to lick Maeko as she edged closer to an orgasm. Her and Maeko both screamed as they came; for Maeko, the second and last time in her life. Melissa squinted and jerked her head back as she squirted into her face. Her legs clenched closer around Melissa's head as she came. Melissa pulled herself out before the woman got the idea to strangle her. She was panting heavily, and her daughter collapsed against her belly and did the same. While the two basked in the afterglow Melissa picked up the drill and stood over the mother looking down. "You really had good pussy. I hope you enjoyed your daughter's," Melissa told her as she pressed the drill bit against her forehead. She and her daughter screamed loudly when the drill came on and started sinking through her skull. Blood splattered across her face and Maeko's legs and crotch. Her screams became incoherent babbles as it shredded her brain. Her body jerked wildly, and Maeko fell to the floor trying in her panic-driven attempt to run; she couldn't run because her legs were still strapped to the bed. Her mother stopped moving after the drill sank deep into her brain, and her body twitched weakly. Piss squirted from her urethra and onto the mattress. "Where did you go?" Melissa asked as she looked around for Maeko. "I thought you said you'd let me go?" She cried out from beside the bed. "I said your mother wouldn't see you die," Melissa corrected her. "You will die." "No!" Maeko cried. Melissa pulled the drill out of the mother and walked over to her daughter. Maeko tried to squirm away, but the straps held her too firmly. "I promise to make it quick," Melissa said as she pushed her by the shoulder against the floor. Melissa pressed her own knees against the little girl's torso and pinned her to the ground. She pressed the edge of the drill against her flat left breast, trying to position it correctly despite Maeko's struggles. Just as she was about to turn it on she heard the sound of running liquid, and both of them looked down to see urine seeping out of the preteen's urethra. While Maeko was distracted by the embarrassment of having pissed herself Melissa turned on the drill. Her screams pierced the room as it dug into her chest and drilled through her heart. Her body jerked wildly and she coughed up globs of blood. Melissa left the drill in, still spinning, causing further pain and agony to the girl. After only ten seconds her conscious faded and she was dead inside of a minute. Melissa sat next to Maeko's corpse for five minutes until she stopped twitching. At that point she removed the straps and placed the girl's body on the bed with her mother and sister. She grabbed wetted a rag in the other room and cleaned her saliva from their twats. Then she threw the panties Maeko and her mother wore into her bag along with Stacy's. After grabbing up her stuff she left through the front door and walked home. Their father discovered their bodies early the next morning when he came home from work.