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 at all.

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 convulsions.

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 challenge.

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 girls screamed.

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, "Punta."

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 and that.

"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 stars.'

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 repose. Forever...

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...