## Archive-name: garg

Rose was nervous. She had worked late at the law office on a case she had to turn down. She was sure that the client was connected with the mafia. Now that she had withdrawn she was troubled that she knew too much and did not know what the client would think. She nervously shifted her brief case from one hand to the other.

Rose got off the elevator at the parking garage and walked to the catwalk that arched over the parked cars below. She did not like walking on the thing, even though the grid did not catch her high heels. She was always nervous about walking on it in order to reach the spiral staircase that went down to the parking below. The catwalk was lit from below with very bright lights which meant it at night it was dark below and someone standing down there could watch her without being seen, that made her uncomfortable.

She had good reason to be. Right below was the assassin sent to kill her for what she knew. The mafia picked him for these jobs because he was known to have a particular liking for murdering women. He was called the Lady Killer or LK for short. Now from below he was checking her out. The woman was about 5ft 5in tall with strawberry blond hair, framing a sweet, beautiful face with high cheekbones. She wore a white blouse, a medium wide beige skirt and white open toed high heels. A pair of glasses perched on her nose. LK in his black clothes and nylon mask was quite invisible to her.

Rose heard a small shuffling sound and stopped for a moment. She was straight above him. She looked over the edge of catwalk her toes off the edge of the grating. Looking down all she could see was blackness.

LK could look straight up her skirt. She was one of those 25 year old women who was always in great shape. Even though the skirt was not full there was a slight updraft which billowed it slightly. In the bright upward pointing lights above him he could see past the hem of skirt and slip. He could see her face with her glasses glinting in the harsh light from below. He could seefrom her high heels to top of her panties. Shapely ankles, narrow knees, tan stockings and an expanse of bare thigh ,tight garter straps crossed and went up under a very tight pair of translucent high hipped dip front panties.

He was getting a hard on. "Hmm sexy panties for such a conservative outfit", he thought. " All those leggy charms and she can't see me."

He usually did not get such a cheesecake show from a woman he was about to kill and this was getting him excited. He unziped his pants and took out his big dork which was stiff now in the cool night air. He had not done this before and now he liked the idea of having his hard prick exposed while he murdered a woman.

Rose finally made her way to the spiral staircase down to the parking garage floor. She walked to her car.

LK slipped into the shadows between the other cars. Moving quietly because the garage was totally deserted and any sound would not be masked.

Rose inserted the key in the door to her white BMWÉbut did not get to turn it as a strong arm reached out and caught her around the neck. She tried to twist away from her assailant and succeeded for a second. She whirled around but was trapped between a concrete wall and body of her car. She tried to climb on the trunk to the top of her car but LK caught one foot and twisted her over facing him and pulled her back. She plunked down in a sitting position. She had one knee up and leg down giving LK a look up her skirt. Again a those glorious legs all the way to her tight panties but much closer to him this time. She looked at a LK, the back of her hand to her mouth and fear on her face. Her pale blue eyes fixed on his big stiff dick.

This excited LK even more. He leveled the small caliber pistol on her its silencer gleaming dully in the harsh light of the garage. "Don't make a sound or I will kill you."

He had had too many contracts on mistresses and whores lately. Killing a sophisticated innocent girl was going to be fun. Sorry lady should not have taken my employer as a client' , he thought.

"I like your position there," he said.

She looked in horror at the gun and then at his hard prick.

"Please!", She said, "don't hurt me."

"Bend you knee a little higher and pull up the hem of your skirt and slip. Give me a good look at those legs and your lingerie."

She hesitated, her mood seemed to change, a look of defiance on her face.

He pulled the trigger of the small caliber hand gun. There is only the slighest muffled sound from the silencer. The bullet brushed her hair and made a thunk sound as embedded in an air conditioning duct several feet behind her.

She did not hesitate now. She raised her right knee high and pulled her skirt and slip upwards.

"Thats it hun, now don't feel embarrassed expose your self all the way above your panties."

The material retreated over narrow knees and broad expanse of white thigh. Tight light toned high fashion hosiery. Garter straps disappeared underneath the brief thin white bikini panties. The garter belt above was white with a little lace on the garter straps.

God , he thought, she's got great legs, the legs of a dancer and here he was about to take her life. She sat there with her skirt and slip way above the top of her panties. One leg down the other with her knee up. The bikini panties were so tight and dipped so low that a curl of pubic hair poked over the top. His dick throbbed.

He went over and bent close to her placing the cold steel of the gun barrel under chin. She shivered at its touch. He got behind her locked an arm about her neck. He pulled her back against him. He lifted her and half sat on the trunk of the car.

He slipped his hand down the top over panties past a curl of pubic hair and cupped her pussy. Rose jerked and gasped loudly shocked by this intimacy. He could smell her expensive perfume.

With his arm around her neck from behind like this he could cut off any screams, she could only make croaking sounds.

She was kicking and trying to scratch him but could he held her so she only brushed him.

He pushed the panties down an inch, and then slid his hand around to her ass and pushed down again, evening the height of front and back. he worked with deliberate slowness and casualness savoring the woman's wild kicking and fighting. He was almost sorry when the panties fell down her ankles. One more of her kicks and they went flying.

She seemed to relax a little thinking he was just after sex.

In her struggle the expanse of thigh flesh above her tightly gartered hosiery brushed his rock hard prick.

His dick was brick hard and his balls were getting tight. He had to tighten his belly as he held back his cum.

"Now sweety unbutton your blouse." He shoved the gun into her neck to emphasis the point.

She complied.

"Lets see, just leave the bra on but shove it above your breasts." She had trouble doing this until he tugged her blouse out of her skirt and reached up and pulled lose the claps on her bra. The cups slipped upward. Her breasts were nice ones, round and full they stood out from her ribcage almost as straight as they had with the support of her bar. Rosey nipples stood hard in the cool air of the garage.

He holstered his gun and with his free right hand cupped one of her superb breasts savoring the feel of the hard nipple.

"Now touch my dick." She hesitated a moment but then long slim finger enclosed his hard dork.

He shifted her so she sat in his lap.

"Ok spread your legs more and put my dick in you."

She resisted a moment but it was just waisted motion as he tighten his grip on her throat to threaten her. She guided his dick to the lips of her snatch just as he shoved her down driving his cock deeply into her body. He felt her body stiffen with pain she was dry but he moved into his rhythm his body pumping and surging, he felt the pleasure build in him. The pleasure was always fine, but superb when his partner was unwilling.

From his belt with his right hand he removed his ice pick from its holder. It was an old fashion one he had found, the needle about four inches longer than the short ones used these days.

With his left arm squeezing her neck he held her in place while he fucked her and slowly shoved the icepick into her back.

Rose bucked against the fiery pain.

He moved the needle on the ice pick into her slowly savoring her distress and pain. She was stretching in distress, arching her back upwards trying to get away from the penetrating needle.

Her breasts stretched upwards with the arch in her back. He loved view over her shoulder.

He tightened the grip on her as she tried to scream but could only make rattling sounds in her throat. Then her heard small snap as he broke her trachea. As this happened the tip of the ice pick emerged from under her left breast with only a small trickle of blood.

Her mouth was open in an ugly twist and her tongue swollen and puffed protruded. She pitched her beautiful breasts in agony.

As death spasms racked her body he could not hold his cum any longer. She made death rattles in her throat as she died and jerked upwards so hard his prick popped out. His cum gouted and flashed sliver in the hard light.

She sagged dead against him.

He shifted her body off of him ,and placed the dead woman back on the expanse of car trunk.

Behind her glasses her eyes were wide open, pale blue eyes stared in the last outrage of death and horror. He head turn slightly to the side.

He had not put his dork back in his pants and it was now stiff and ready to go again. "God he thoughtÉhorny again so quickly!"

He looked at Rose's open mouth and protruding tongue.

He arranged the dead woman on the back of the car. He spread her legs so her pussy would have maximum exposure.

He left her with her skirt and slip bunched around her hips, she still had on her blouse sweater and vest but her breasts were exposed free from the rucked up bra. He looked again at her great legs with the tightly gartered hosiery, the backs of her white high heels resting on the car.

His dick was still hard. He was getting excited again.

He positioned himself so he could force his hard dick into the dead woman's mouth. He had to force his solid prick past her distended tongue. He gasped as her teeth scraped the top of his dick.

He thrust into her mouth as long as he could holding his cum back until he could not control himself any longer. He grunted and pulled out his big cock and shot his wad. He jetted as much of his jiz as before. It laced across her nose and spilled her her dead lips and swollen tongue. A gob went onto her nose and spilled onto her cheek. Some went into her hair where it shimmered in the light. With a sigh he pulled back and put his aching prick back in his pants. He really felt good.

She still wore an expression of wide eyed terror and pain on her face which gleamed with streaks his cum.

He reached down a picked up her panties, he pocketed it as a souvenir.

He thought about how they would find her this way dead with all her clothes in disarray and her feminine charms exposed. That thought left with him as he exited the garage.

Last modified (12/24/96 16:10:44) by Eli-the-Bearded.

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