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Authors name: TimberWolf
Story title : Skaters
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Skaters (mf, rp, murder, necro)
By: TimberWolfe (TimberWolfe79@hotmail.com)
"I hear it's going to rain this afternoon," Katie
called from the kitchen as she busied herself with
the lunch dishes, "Don't go to far or you might get
wet."
Maryann watched her lover and companion move daintily
around the kitchen. Katie was a small slim girl of
eighteen with long blonde hair and a beautiful face.
Walking barefoot, she wore a tiny halter-top and brief
cutoff shorts. The older woman found herself becoming
aroused watching the girl's firm pointed nipples and
the crease of her butt cheeks through the skimpy
clothing.
"Not now," She thought to herself, "You have work to
do."
She thought back to when she first found Katie lying
cold and scared in a Santa Monica alley. The young
girl had run away from home somewhere in Nebraska and
had been raped and beaten while hitchhiking. She took
her in and comforted her and they had been inseparable
for over a year now.
The Olympics in Japan had been a bust. At twenty-six
she was the oldest woman on the speed skating team and
didn't even place in her events. Katie kept reminding
her of other big wins and the fact that she was on the
Olympic team made her one of the best in the world.
This afternoon she was off to Gold's Gym in Venice.
Katie stood on her toes to kiss the tall dark-haired
woman goodbye and Maryann enjoyed the sweet taste of
her mouth.
She started skating south along the Promenade from
their apartment in Santa Monica it was about four miles
to the gym and she made it in a few minutes.
None of the other women she planned to work out with
showed up, so after an hour on the heavy weights she
decided to skate south to the Strand in Redondo. This
was about twelve miles, and the long stretch past the
airport was always free of traffic and let her get up
some real speed.
Standing naked in the shower she let the warm water
flow over her body and thought about her career as a
speed skater. Three years ago she had been a world
champion, but was she getting too old for the sport?
What would she do if she quit? She ran her hands down
her firm muscular body looking for any signs of age.
She had the fuller breasts and wider hips that came
with her age but not a trace of fat anywhere. Her
waist was slender and she carried most of her weight
in her thighs and long muscular legs.
She tied her wet hair back in a ponytail and stretched
a brief string bikini over her firm voluptuous body.
Selecting a pair of long in-line racing skates she left
the rest of her gear in her locker and walked out to
the crowded street.
Picking her way through traffic around the Marina she
took her time and enjoyed the scenery. There were
hundreds of people jogging, skating and biking along
the narrow path. She moved with a smooth steady pace,
swinging her arms with the rhythm of her stride. It
was a hot afternoon and she was already beginning to
sweat as she crossed the canal and headed back down to
the beach.
Once out in the open she picked up the pace. Her lungs
gulped in the cool ocean air and her heart pounded in
her chest. Her whole body was tuned to race and the
effort felt good as the miles rushed by.
At the north end of the Strand, traffic was starting
to get heavier so she slowed down a bit. It was then
that she noticed dark clouds rolling in and a distinct
chill in the air. She remembered what Katie had said
about the rain and decided to turn back at the Manhat-
tan Beach Pier.
Going north into the wind was a lot tougher and she
realized it was getting late and she had a long way to
go. Her body gave an involuntary shiver from the cold
and she pressed herself harder. The clouds were getting
darker and her legs ached from the effort. She started
to feel faint drops of rain in the cold moist air.
*
Edgar was a regular on the beach. He worked as a pro-
grammer doing Web site design but spent most of his
time roaming the Strand on his inline skates. He could
skate from the lifeguard station in Santa Monica all
the way south to Redondo and beyond. He enjoyed watch-
ing beautiful women along the way biking, jogging and
skating. He particularly liked the stretch between LAX
and the ocean where there weren't too many people and
he could really get up some speed.
To break the boredom he carried a small hand-held
crossbow and shot seagulls for target practice. It was
a great little weapon; it didn't make any noise and
was easy to hide in his backpack.
This afternoon he was skating north in the gathering
storm and straining to make it home before the rain.
His legs were burning from the effort of skating into
the wind. He had turned around at Dockweiler Beach
Park and it was there that he saw the lone woman
skater go by. It was in the desolate area by the air-
port that he began to catch up. She had a strong even
pace and he pushed himself harder to close the gap. As
he got closer he admired her tall slender tanned body
and firm smooth muscular legs. She was matching him
stroke for stroke and they were making nearly thirty
miles per hour along the black asphalt.
The brief black string bikini she was wearing really
turned him on, and he could feel himself starting to
get aroused. As he closed to within twenty feet he was
mesmerized watching the muscles on her butt cheeks
ripple as her legs strained with the effort. Streaks
of sweat ran across her beautiful body and her ribs
stood out as her lungs gulped in the damp evening air.
He had these strange urges that somehow made him pull
out his crossbow and concentrate on his target. Yes
this beautiful strong woman was now a target. She was
less than ten feet ahead when he aimed for the spot
between her left shoulder blade and her spine. He was
really starting to get hard in anticipation of what he
was about to do. Just as they were coming up on a
bridge over a deep gully he fired.
The arrow found its mark and Maryann's world exploded.
She arched her back from the shock and pain then lost
her balance and ran off the asphalt. When her skate
wheels hit the soft sand she started tumbling and
rolling out of control. She staggered to her feet and
realized she couldn't breathe. Looking down she saw
the broad head of an arrow sticking out of her chest
and blood streaming across her stomach. She gasped for
air and felt her lungs gurgling and bubbling.
When Edgar reached her she had stopped just short of
the gully and was staggering toward the bridge clutch-
ing the wound in her chest. Her mouth was wide open
gasping for air and her eyes were wild with fear and
shock. Edgar was worried someone else would come down
the path and see what was happening so he pulled a
plastic bag over her head and tied it around her neck
with a nylon cord. Then he pushed her down the steep
bank into the gully and watched her tumble to the
bottom.
She was desperate now, trying to rip the bag off her
head to get some air. She struggled to stand but kept
stumbling and falling in the soft sand.
Edgar unbuckled his skates and climbed down the bank
after her. He grabbed her hands and dragged her twist-
ing, kicking body under the bridge.
Her efforts were getting weaker and he watched her
chest heave as the wound gurgled and bubbled and her
blood flowed out on the sand. The plastic bag was
stuck to her face as her body struggled for air.
Maryann's writhing gradually subsided into the random
jerks and twitches of her death throes. When her
beautiful body finally lay still, Edgar stood back and
looked her over.
He admired the long slender form, the full rounded
breasts, the narrow waist, and in particular the well-
developed muscular thighs. When he untied the cord and
pulled the bag off her head her wide open dead eyes
just stared back at him. The soft fabric of her string
bikini was stretched taut across her beautiful breasts
and didn't hide the impressions of her stiff swollen
nipples.
A clip on the crossbow allowed him to pull the arrow
completely through her chest. With the razor sharp
point he cut her bikini away until she lay naked
before him. Running his hands over her flat stomach
and slender waist he felt the flair of her wide hips
and bulging thighs. His hands lingered over her soft
dark pubic patch and his fingers explored the warm
moistness inside her. He caressed the smooth skin of
her long muscular legs as he reached down and unbuckled
her skates.
Dipping his towel in the stream, he washed the blood
from the lush body. He closed her eyes and composed
her features then untied her ponytail and ran his
hands through her long silky hair. He couldn't resist
kissing her soft full lips and let his tongue linger
tasting the saltiness of her blood. He fondled her big
beautiful breasts and then ran his hands down her long
slender figure.
Kneeling between her thighs he picked up her hips and
admired her soft pink pussy as it gapped slightly open.
He had to satisfy his craving for her. Quickly strug-
gling with his tight shorts he tugged and twisted
until his cock popped free. What a relief!
He pulled her body toward him until he impaled her on
his huge erection. The experience was exquisite! He
felt the warm moistness surround his member and drove
himself into the still corpse again and again until he
couldn't hold back any longer.
When his seed finally flowed into the lifeless form he
felt a tremendous wave of relief. He pulled the full
length of her body against his naked skin and enjoyed
the warmth and softness of the fallen skater. They lay
coupled in the gathering dusk while wheels rumbled on
the planks overhead. Skaters crossed the bridge unaware
of what was happening below.
After a long while he stood up and looked over the
beautiful corpse sprawled in the sand. It was almost
completely dark and raining steadily. The stream had
grown from a faint trickle to a healthy flow and he
knew that within an hour it would be a raging torrent.
It was time to go so he rolled the woman's body toward
the flowing water until it tumbled in. He knew that
the current would carry her out to sea and that she
wouldn't be discovered for days if at all.
Standing on the bridge Edgar watched the beautiful
body float away down stream, and then he turned and
skated north in the dark and rain. As he strained into
the wind he felt the sting of cold drops on his face
and thought about the beautiful skater he'd just
raped. In his mind he watched her rhythmic strokes as
her powerful legs propelled her down the black asphalt.
And now she was gone. Forever...
Katie sat in the dark and waited for her companion who
would never come.
TimberWolfe79@hotmail.com - www.cyberpass.net/~timber
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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