Some of you might have heard of me by now. Hell, all of you probably know who I am but I don't know how many of you read the first part of my story. You see, I'm locked up here in the Woman's Penitentiary and the only way I have to get my story out is through my cellmate. She has a small cassette recorder that I use and she somehow gets the tape out of here and posted on the Internet, on something called Literotica whatever the hell that is.
Erotica, that's an interesting concept. Do you find death erotic? How about murder? Do you think it is arousing to talk about some of the things I did? Umm, I do. So if while you are reading this you feel the urge to slip your hand down there between your legs, go right ahead. I won't mind a bit. Honest Hon.
I told you before about my first time. Umm, my first kill. Susan was her name. Remember? Well they found her bicycle a few weeks later but guess what? They never found her. Searched and searched but never found her. Of course they were looking in the wrong place but those do-gooders didn't have anything better to do anyway. After a week they called off the search and soon the posters grew yellow and torn and ragged and before long poor Susan was just a fading memory.
As for me I returned to my role as campus nobody. Conservative clothing, glasses and limited contact with other students seemed to me to be an effective disguise. I bet even today, with my picture in most every newspaper in the country, that most of the students who went to school at the same time as I could never place me or remember anything about me.
It was only alone in my room that the real me ever came out of hiding. Many times I would stand nude in front of my full- length mirror and admire my own body, a body that no one else saw. Hours in the gym had toned me and built lean muscle, none of which was apparent to those who saw only my loose fitting sweaters and slacks. My breasts were firm and my nipples stood out in bold relief as I caressed myself evenings remembering my wonderful night with Susan.
I longed to find another victim and strike again but caution was my companion. I felt sure that eventually my chance would come again and when it did I would be ready. And oh yes, I was ready.
I continued, even intensified my workouts. My grades suffered but they didn't matter to me any longer, Preparing myself physically was my focus now, preparing myself to dominate any victim in any situation that I might choose. Power, true power was what I sought and nothing in my life had made me feel as strong as that night with Susan. I had tasted the power of life and death and I wanted to taste it again. Oh yes Hon, I wanted to taste it again.
I took to jogging late at night out on the fringes of the campus where the roads meandered into the dark woods that surrounded the campus. None of the other campus runners would venture out here at night, especially after Susan's disappearance, but I wasn't afraid. Ha! It was me that any perverts or rapists should be afraid of not the other way around. Strapped to my leg under my sweat pants was a large hunting knife I had stolen from the local hardware store. Hell, I wished some jerk would jump out and try me. I had practiced drawing that knife out from its scabbard and it took just about two seconds for me to pull it out. Needless to say, I wouldn't hesitate to use it.
It was about midnight one Saturday when I came across the car parked out on one of the dark roads about a mile off campus. No one was around and I stopped to catch my breath and check it out. It was an old Toyota, a blue one and it had a big crack in the windshield. I figured it was some student's car that had broken down. It had out-of-state plates and I noticed that they were from New Jersey, which was pretty unusual around here.
I was just about to leave when I heard raised voices from in the woods somewhere.
"God damn it!!" a male voice yelled out.
"No, don't!" an insistent female voice.
Silence, then, "Come here I said!"
"Ow, no don't! Please, let's just leave."
The voices were more hushed now but I guessed they weren't more than twenty or thirty feet into the woods.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up and instantly all my senses became sharper and more attuned to the environment. A hunter's reflex I thought and laughed under my breath. This could be very interesting.
I ran about a hundred feet down the dark road and entered the woods, being careful to keep as silent as possible. I circled around, back toward the voices, which I could hear faintly in the distance. Whatever was going on, they were too involved with each other to hear any noises I might make.
It took about five minutes to cautiously sneak up to the edge of a group of trees and peek around and see them. Well, well, well!
What we had here was basically a case of date rape in progress. This guy, a big guy too from what I could see, had forced this girl down on her back. Her skirt was bunched up around her hips and he was in the process of trying to force his cock up inside of her. She squirmed around under him and tried unsuccessfully to fight him off.
"No no, please don't"
"Shut up you cocktease you! Just shut the fuck up!"
Ohh, how sweet I thought. That familiar feeling started to come over me and unconsciously I reached down and touched myself between my legs. That's it Hon, fucking rape that bitch!
Finally he managed to get his cock inside of her and began pumping her furiously. She tried to scream and he slapped her hard and told her to shut up or he'd really 'fuck her up'.
Not much for foreplay I see. I giggled under my breath. Truth was that slap across her face had heated me up to a high pitch. I wanted to run out and hold her hands down and slap her fucking silly while he raped her. Ohh, come on Hon, slap her some more. Hurt her!
But he seemed content now to just pump away on her. That slap must have scared her pretty bad because she just lay there whimpering while he got his rocks off. Which incidentally, didn't take long. After about two minutes he started moaning loudly and pumping her faster. Suddenly he seemed to tighten up all his muscles and he moaned out "Oh baby, oh baby" and then he collapsed right on top of her.
He lay on top of her, breathing rapidly for about two or three minutes and then he raised himself up and off of her. For a moment a beam of moonlight caught his face and I realized that he was one of those football players who were always coming into the gym and acting like God's gift to the world.
He stood up and pulled his pants on and looked down at the girl. She still lay flat on her back sobbing.
"See? See what happens when you tease me bitch! I told you not to play with me. Well, didn't I?" She said nothing.
