## Archive-name: no_more2

From: jackm@eden.rutgers.edu (Jack Marlaw)

Subject: Story : No more part 2

Newsgroups: alt.sex.necrophilia

Disclaimer This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals, living or dead, is entirely coincidential.

Warning

This story contains explicit stuffs, including sex and murder. Don't read it if you are disturbed by these stuffs.

based on perverted fantasy

No more : part 2 (Nancy VS Leo)

"Heather, come in !" No response, there was something wrong. The transmitter could've been dead. This was something I didn't expect. Heather was supposed to be ready to come to my aid as soon as I needed it. I was feeling nervous and sweaty. I found several pictures of dead women in Leo's closet drawer on the second floor. They were the missing girls. They were either hanged or choked to death. Some of the pictures showed them in nudity. The others discreetly revealed the girls' sexual charms - their skirts lifted up and their breasts revealed in open blouse. It was obvious now that Leo was a psychopathic killer who was into strangling women for his sexual pleasure. I tried to analyze the situation and take an appropriate action. I had been trained to deal with criminals in the academy but the fact that this was really happening scared me. My excitement took over my rational thinking. I felt hot under my gloves and boots, wet with sweat. I felt sweat trickling down my cheek and my breast. It was a hot evening filled with a lot of excitement. I checked on Heather again and got no response. I looked out the window, and found Heather's car empty !
"damn ! what's going on ?" I whispered to myself. I leaned against the wall, put one of my hands on my breast and closed my eyes. My heart was pounding rapidly. I was too excited that I had to calm down. What should I do ? After a while of thinking, I decided to get the gun. It was in the bag downstairs on the cushions. Leo was still taking shower; the noise could still be heard. He must've been taking shower for 30 mins which was very unusual even for me. I cared not for it though, and headed downstairs where I left my bag.

I had the gun in my hand and waited in the darkness of the hallway, waiting for the girl to come downstairs into the living room where she will be greatly shocked. Earlier, I found her leather bag lying on the cushion. There were a gun, a police badge and her ID in the bag. "Nancy O'Connors," read the ID with a picture of her smiling face in the corner - soon to be no more.
I decided to use Heather's body (I found the dead girl's ID after searching her pockets.) to frighten Nancy even more. I had stripped Heather to her underwares; she wore a black bikini panty and bras. Her breasts were well shaped and her private hair came slightly out of her panty. I rubbed her thighs, kissed her open mouth and satisfied my necro fantasy a bit. Pushed up the right side of the bras so that her right breast was revealed. Pulled down the panty just a little bit so that more of her hair could be seen. Such a beautiful site. I then hung her body in the middle of the room with her feet tied up.
With her body dangling there, my prick was rock hard. I had to keep rubbing it to keep it down. I felt a great desire to put my cock in her ass and have a wild sex. But then I heard footsteps coming down.

I walked fast down the stairs. I felt as if I were running for a cover. The gun was my salvation. Then.... I stopped abruptly and gasped. I stared in horror, eyes wide open.

Her eyes were wide open and she stood still. She looked cute. I quickly moved behind her and...

I felt something cold pressing against my bare back and a strong arm reached and caught me around the neck.

She gasped and tried to twist away. "Don't move or I'll kill you." She wasn't resistant anymore to my surprise. She stood still but her body was trembling. She was arching her back forward to get away from the coldness of the metal gun. But I pressed it harder. "Good girl," I whispered on her ears.

He threw me down on the floor hard. I fell down on my left hip. I looked up at him and he had the gun on my head. I felt helpless and frightened. I couldn't think about anything. I felt my body tremble with fear.

"Get up bitch," I ordered her. She did. Then I told her, "now, with your hands, rub your partner's thighs up and down and lick her around her panty."

I looked at Heather's lifeless body. Her eyes stared into emptiness and her mouth was open ajar with tongue protruding out a little. She was my friend and now she was just a corpse. I felt a tear drop rolling down on my left cheek. "Do it bitch !" He pushed me with his gun on my back. I was horrified and slowly began teasing the dead body. More tear rolled down now on both cheeks.

Shit, this girl was like a slave. I wondered how she even got to be a cop. She showed no sign of any resistance. She was like a sex toy to play with all night long. My cock was painfully surging but I wanted it to last so I held it back. I pressed the gun on her back again. She jumped at the sensation. "Do it like a whore as if you really love it. Do it as if this is your Lesbian lover. Lick her vagina, kiss her all over her body, finger her clit and do everything you can. If you don't do it to my liking, you'll end up just like her." I lied of course. She'll end up like Heather no matter what.
Nancy really began passionately kissing, and teasing Heather's body. She put her gloved fingers in the panty and wriggled there while she kissed and licked the stomach. Her other arm was squeezing the breast. When her fingers came out, they were shiny with what's left in Heather's vagina, sucked her fingers. She then ripped off Heather's panty and sucked it hard. Her cheeks were sucked in, her face was red and all sweaty. Her eyes were closed as if she was really enjoying it. Her hands were squeezing both breasts hard. All the while, Heather's face never changed its hallow expression.
My panty was all wet but the fun was just beginning.
"Now, untie her feet." Nancy complied and Heather collapsed on the floor. "Fuck her"

I was scared for sure but at the same time, I was really enjoying making love to Heather. Her body wasn't too cold yet and she didn't reject anything I did to her and that made me feel aroused. I could feel my pussy all wet. I was bending over Heather now, kissing her mouth and feeling her throat with my tongue. I squeezed her breast with my right hand but the other hand was fingering my vagina and I came.

She moaned in pleasure as she masturbated and fucked her partner. Then she began rubbing her vagina against Heather's. She was now screaming. I moaned too as I masturbated, watching her come.
I came. It was time for the ultimate pleasure. "Stop and get up now !" She slowly got up, panting and her cum dripping down on her inner thigh.
I tied her wrists with the rope attached to the ceiling hook. Her feet were off the ground. I bound her boot ankles then. With her writhing like that, I went up to get a tool that could be used to roll up a rope and a pulley that I could attach to the ceiling. I came down and she looked bewildered. I attached the pulley right beside the hook on the ceiling and hung a rope on it, made a noose on one end around her neck and locked the other end to the roll up tool. She seemed to have realized what I was going to do to her then and looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please, don't kill me !" I just smiled at her. She tried breaking her bondage to no avail. Her eyes were now full of fears. I screwed the tool on the wall and pushed the button that activated the tool. It started to roll and the rope went along with it. Her head was yanked up as she gasped. Her legs began kicking forward and backward. Her latex boots shined.

I felt sharp pain around my neck and then found out that I couldn't breathe anymore, the noose was tightening. I gargled as nothing came in my lungs. I bent my elbows to go up along with the noose. It helped a little and I inhaled as much as I can through the constricted throat.

I stopped the tool and left her with her elbows bent. If she let go of the elbows, she'd strangle. It was a great position to be at, her elbow muscles maintaining her life. She was rasping, her breathing was labored. She was trembling and sweats were forming all over her face and on her back. Using my knife, I cut the dress straps on the back and pulled down her dress. She was wearing black panty, bras and garter belt. She was still holding on with her elbows. She was strong enough to maintain that position. Now was the time.....
From behind, I reached around to the front of her panty with my right hand and poked my fingers through the side of the panty and slowly pushed it in her thing and she shook wildly trying to kick me back but my other hand firmly held her legs and was rubbing her thighs. Her stockings felt good to rub against. She moaned as if she was in pain but she was enjoying it for sure. I felt my fingers wet and counted several orgasms. I ripped off her panty.

I was beginning to get tired from hanging on with my elbows bent like this and yet he was abusing my vagina and I just couldn't help it. And then his wet right hand reached up to my bra and pulled it down hard. My breasts came out above the bras, all hard and sweaty. He began rubbing it and I moaned in despair and pleasure.

Finally, after about 20 minutes, her elbows slowly straightened and as her body came down, her neck holding the full weight. As the rope bited deeper into her skin, she vainly tried to get more air. At this moment, I jumped upon her body from the front, with my arms tightly hugging around her waist and my legs squeezing around her boots. I licked and sucked her nipples furiously and inserted my cock in her and began fucking. She had my weight and hers now on her throat. She struggled harder and harder and her body started to thrash but all in vain as she doesn't have any strength left in her to get any air.

I was horrified and my body jerked. I could feel all the sensations now, him licking my nipples and thrusting in and out of me. I came many times. It was a terrible mixture of pleasure and pain. My vision began to blur......

She gave a final convulsion as she died with a loud gargle. I could feel her liquid pouring out, it dripped and splashed on the floor. But I didn't come yet, so I fucked her a bit more after she died and finally came.
I lit a cigar with her dangling in front of me. Her partner laid just next to her feet. Her boots pointed downward, with her liquid still drooling down on her hair, stockings and boots. Her nipples were straight. Her head was turned backward, facing the ceiling between her arms which were half bent and tied up. Her eyes were half closed.
She slumped on the floor as I untied her and laid besides her partner. I took pictures of them. After stripping her, I stored both bodies in my basement which I used to keep corpses at below zero temperature. They were no more but their bodies will serve me for months.

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