Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This story comes from Ivy, if you like this story show her some love by sending a mail to xaniula2@gmail.com While Tony's corpse was inexorably cooling off, Susan quickly dismantled her sniper rifle. The shot had been perfect as always. The henchmen were still trying to figure out where the hell the shot that had just killed their boss had come from. Susan came down the stairs of the building and climbed into her car. Darkness was her friend, her clothes were specially designed to make her almost invisible. She had just killed an affiliate of a rival mafia family to the one she worked for. However, in her mind she couldn't care less about who were against who. It was just another filthy piece of shit sent to hell, nobody would ever mourn that loss. To her it was just work. Once in the car, Susan's began to think about the check list for the next morning, usual things for a middle aged woman: bringing her kids to school, going to the mall... collecting the reward for killing Tony Stone. Susan was an early riser, a habit learned in her youth. Following her usual routine, she had earned nearly an hour between her breakfast and the moment her daughters would be waking up. Susan walked into the garage, crossed it and opened the basement door. That door was off limits for her daughters. Susan had managed to scare them by telling them a story about a ghost who was hiding in the basement that would eat them if they ever sat foot there. Susan smiled thinking about the story she invented as a metaphor... If little Suzy and Jenny would have discovered what was in the basement, their innocence would really get eaten. Susan went down the basement stairs and turned on the light. It was a neat room, she thought. On the walls hung four black tights, a policewoman costume and a nurse costume, alongside her two sniper rifle cases. There was also telephone that would go straight to the answering machine. She noticed that she had one new message. Susan pressed the "play" button. "Susan, we need another consultancy. Usual place." Susan was upset, usually her contact called her the day after a mission to communicate where she could pick up the reward not to entrust her another job. But this morning the situation seemed radically different, starting from the tone of the message. Susan replayed the message a few times, and noticed that his voice was stressed, almost frightened. In any case, there was no mention of the usual $2000. Susan got back into the garage, got into her car and drove up to the old junkyard where she used to find details about her commissions. The envelope was hidden, as always, under the seat of an old Ford. Susan opened it and read the contents, but after a few seconds she stopped. The target was Rebecca Stevenson, aged 22, a student. "What ... what the hell is this? She does not seem like a delinquent at all!" Under the objective description, there was a message. "I know this isn't what you're used to but we need this girl to be removed. She saw things that shouldn't be seen. It's extremely important, and I trust you to take care of this. The reward, if you accept, will be very high: $ 10,000 deducted from your debt instead of the usual $ 5,000, in addition to an added $ 5000 right away instead of 2000. If you refuse to do it we will know that we can not count on you." Susan scanned the photo of the girl. Blonde hair, green eyes, a cute girl. No, she couldnt do it. Susan put the bag under the seat of the Ford and went home. "The rules were clear, I don't do things like that." she thought to herself. But still, Susan owed them $ 60,000 and the prospect of a debt cut, was tempting. "From a certain point of view," she thought, "If I kill this girl, I would save the life of another person". But Susan's usual targets were not good boys. The same evening Susan received a phone call. The voice on the other side began hastily: "You didn't take the bag... does this means that we can't trust you anymore?" "What has this girl done? She doesn't look like a criminal..." replied Susan. The contact: "We have reason to believe that she represents a very serious threat to our interests. Nothing else should matter to you. You have two hours to think about it, otherwise we will have to come up with another way to resolve the matter. Perhaps a colleague of yours will have to work overtime in the coming days. " The threat was veiled but clear. The mob could not afford a killer with scruples, who perhaps in the throes of a crisis of conscience would eventually report them. Susan realized that if she refused to kill Rebecca, the mob would kill her. She had no choice. Susan took out a bottle of wine from the minibar and drank a glass. The girl had to die. The thought disturbed her. Susan had always thought of herself as a "bad girl", who punished criminals but retaining a certain morality. The detail that she punished criminals on orders of other criminals, had always been appropriately censored in her reasoning. However, the idea of killing an innocent girl on commission went beyond what Susan was used to. In this case, she repeated to herself, getting rid of poor Rebecca was the easiest and most logical option, which would avoid many problems, financial and perhaps more serious ones. The decision was difficult but predictable. Susan didn't wait for another call, she called her contact's number. The contact's response was terse "You did the right thing, we will remember this. The details will be delivered as usual." Susan detected a certain sigh of relief in his tone. Was it possible that this girl was really such a big problem for an organization that was dealing in drug dealing and prostitution around the city? The following morning, Susan found the envelope in the usual place, at the scrap yard. The file was still the same, even though Susan had hoped for a miracle on the way. Rebecca Stevenson, 22. Law student, daughter of Robert and Margaret Stevenson. She has a 17yo brother named Paul. She lives in the local college where she studies, she plays the piano and she tutors math to high school kids to raise money for her tuition as her parents are not very rich. She took a scholarship last year, it appears that she is quite skilled. She dates a guy named George. "This thing must be done in a different way." Susan raised an eyebrow. The cryptic phrase was explained a little further down. Being that the girl have no connection with the criminal world, the boss want to avoid any possible connection between her death and what she may have seen. It has to look like an overdose, and this of course would affect the choice of the method of execution: Rebecca had to be smothered. "What a terrible death" Susan thought with half a smile. In her career as a hit woman, she had, had to strangle a few targets because there had been no opportunity to kill them from a distance. Honestly, she was not sorry at all, she liked feeling their lives fading away in her hands. But this time it would be different. She would have to take an innocent life. She had no choice, but the thought troubled her. Moreover Susan would also have little time to prepare as the boss wanted it done as soon as possible, within 48 hours at most. So by Monday morning Rebecca was to be sent to the afterlife before she could go to the police to report what she had seen. "I don't know what this poor girl saw, or if she had even seen anything" thought Susan, " and now she has to die because some asshole decided so. I'm sure that even if she knew something, her testimony would not change much of the boss's influence in this city. To them human life has no value. " Susan reflected. "And yet for me what is the value? I kill for money, in the end I'm like them." But then she justified her actions "I kill evil people, rats that doesn't deserve to live. I'm different. Or at least I will be until Sunday night." Susan spent Saturday evening stationed in front of the student residence. She had to figure out how to approach her target. At 10pm she saw the target for the first time. Rebecca was returning to her apartment, with two thick books under her arm. Probably she was studying for an exam, an exam that she would never take. "She's a very beautiful girl," Susan thought absently. "It 'a shame that she has to go like this. Who knows what she might have become in life..." Susan was having a moment of hesitation, but she noticed it, and tried to sweep it off: "Mhhpf, she will probably become a bureaucrat bitch, there's thousands of them." Susan tried to silence the little voice in her head telling her that she was preparing for something terrible. At 11pm, a bike made its entered the driveway of the residence. From it descended a rather tall boy with shaved hair. "So he must be George. He's coming for her" George entered the building and, after a few minutes, the light in the room Rebecca was in shut off. George came back out after midnight, got on his bike and disappeared down the avenue. Susan, who was still patiently lurking around drew her own conclusions "mhh... they must have had fun. Hehe, I'm wondering, how a prude girl like Becca, a family, house and work type, how she would fuck...! I bet she's a piece of wood, and poor George has do everything himself." Susan felt a certain excitement when fantasizing about Rebecca's sex life. "I wonder if she even sucked him off... or gave him ass. Maybe it was more trouble for poor George getting here than what it was worth. Well, I guess this was the last time anyways, from now on that hunk would have to find someone better to date!". After this thought Susan stood transfixed, as she began to realize what had crossed her mind. She was making fun of the fact that Rebecca would soon be murdered. Susan erased the thought from her mind, started the engine and went home. Sunday morning was used for the preparations. For this mission she needed a compound that could make the girl go unconscious. However it was important that this compound could not be detected during the autopsy that would follow the murder. So she choose Demenax, a sedative, which mixed with a reagent would become undetectable in the blood after a couple of hours. The plan was simple. The previous night, during the stakeout, Susan had stealthily approached the window of Rebecca's room that was fortunately on the ground floor. The window was slightly open Susan would be able tp enter Rebecca's room overnight and take the girl by surprise in her sleep, injecting the mixture into her neck. The effect would be immediate, Rebecca wouldn't even have time to get up. Then Susan would put a pillow on the girl's face and the show would begin. After a few minutes Susan would inject a dose of heroin in the same needle hole used for the compound in order to simulate a fatal overdose. "Fast and almost painless," she thought. Susan had prepared her "battle suit", black tights somewhat Catwoman style allowing her maximum agility with low visibility. The tights adhered well to her sinuous forms. Susan was still a beautiful woman even though she had passed the fateful forties. Despite her two pregnancies, she had few stretch marks, her breasts were still firm and there were no trace of cellulitis. At about 11.30pm, Sunday evening Susan was stationed in front of Rebecca's apartment. After ten minutes she saw Rebecca who was walking toward the building. The girl had probably gone out with her classmates, a drink, a quiet walk, a movie perhaps. The evening was warm despite a slight breeze and Rebecca's hairs shone in the moonlight. Susan patiently waited until the light went out, which happened about half an hour later. It was midnight. Susan set her timer for 1.30am. She wanted to be sure to find the target fast asleep. At 1:31, Susan approached the window with slow steps. Just as Susan had hoped she gently lifted the window and climbed inside. The apartment was dark but faintly lit by the moonlight. It was not difficult walking around inside the house. In a few seconds Susan spotted Rebecca's bedroom and she peered inside seeing the girl in her bed with an almost angelic look, her face was lit by a moonbeam. She was fast asleep, she was wearing a thin T-shirt covering her breasts and a pair of panties a bit rolled up. Susan was enchanted by the sexy sight in front of her, then she gasped. "There are no pillows!" she noticed, "she's sleeping without pillows. How can I do it now? I could use the sheet but it might not have the necessary grip. Walking around the house looking for something suitable is risky, I could make too much noise and wake her up." After a few seconds of incertitude Susan came up with the most logical idea. "I'll have to use my own hands, the effect of the compound will be immediate so all I have to do is strangle her for four or five seconds. Easy." It was time to act. Susan walked silently to the bed and she could hear the deep breathing of Rebecca. The panties slightly rolled up, you could see a small portion of her labia and some pubic hair. The Hitwoman had to focus to proceed without distraction. Susan extracted the syringe from her belt, removed the cap and proceeded toward Rebecca who was sleeping peacefully. "Well ... here we are! "At "5" I'll inject the needle in the neck with my left hand while with my right I'll hold her nose and mouth shut. She will probably have time to wave her arms for a few seconds but this must not stop me, She'll not have the time nor the strength to resist. " Susan stared at the sleeping girl. She had a moment of hesitation. Was she really going to do this? She realized she would not be the same after this act. But the situation did not allow any other way out. She was even beginning to feel a little excited about the murder she was about to commit. Susan counted down to herself "1,2,3,4 ..." and then she whispered, "5.". With a lightning-quick move Susan injected the syringe into Rebecca's neck at the same time planting her other hand over the girl's mouth and nose. In the exact moment when the needle sank into Rebecca's neck the girl opened her eyes waking up with a gasp. Susan instinctively grabbed the right arm of the girl immobilizing her and waiting for her strength to fade out. But after three or four seconds Susan realized that something was wrong! The mixture wasn't taking effect at all! Rebecca was waking up, uttering muffled cries. "Mmmhhggg ... mmrrgh !!" Rebecca tried to scream. Susan was not prepared for this and in panic with her left hand she squeezed Rebecca's neck but immediately she realized that she would leave marks. "Shit! You stupid bitch, why don't you go to sleep?" Susan let go but Rebecca's right arm grabbed her hair pulling it. Susan tried to resist but it was not so easy. With one hand she had to choke her victim and with the other taking care of her victim's two resisting arms. So, moving on instinct Susan jumped on Rebecca's body and sat down on her face. Susan's tights were very slim so she felt Rebecca's nose bury it self perfectly in her ass crack. The grip was even better than what could have been achieved with a hand covering Becca's nose and mouth. This way Susan had both arms free to counter the agitation of the poor girl. However the mixture began to take effect and within a minute the arms and legs of Rebecca lost their force. After thirty seconds, the only sign of life from Rebecca was her mouth opening mechanically at intervals of a few seconds as she was gasping for air. The movement caused a pleasant sensation in Susan's tights and Susan pressed down even harder on the poor girls face trying to squeeze as much as possible of Rebecca's face between her own anus and cunt. Susan realized in that moment she was wet. Sitting like that on the face of the girl excited her, smothering her with her own ass made her feel powerful and perverse at the same time. It was a feeling that Susan had never felt before, not in these terms. "Mhh yes ... come on, eat me, you little slut." The movements of Rebecca's jaw was thinning with each passing minute. After 3 minutes the movements had virtually ceased, however Susan's pussy was already soaked. Sensing a last little movement from Rebecca's mouth, Susan whispered, "Are you hungry for air sweetie?" saying this she let out a silent but long fart that apparently ended the poor girl's life. Susan remained in that position for a good ten minutes. Her eyes were closed, the heat of Rebecca's body was still pleasant beneath her. Susan was thinking about what she had just done. She had killed an innocent girl, in the bloom of youth. She had been forced to do it sure but the issue was that she'd enjoyed it. She'd enjoyed feeling the life leaving the body of Rebecca beneath her. She knew that the girl was innocent and that she did not deserve what had happened and that's why she felt like a goddess who takes away life on a whim. Susan lifted Becca's t-shirt and discovered the girl's small but proportionate tits. She rose from the head of the girl, straddling her abdomen and began to caress the titties. "I'm sorry honey, but it had to be this way. Nothing personal, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't have fun." Rebecca's gaze was empty, wide eyes staring at the ceiling. Mouth open and tongue hanging out. Susan pulled off the girls panties and admired the unshaved cunt. It was slightly wet with pee. Susan continuing examining the girls body, spreading Becca's legs and buttocks, finally catching sight of the girl's asshole. "Here, finally: The most private and hidden place of every human being," she thought mockingly. She licked her thumb and placed it on the little hole, applying light pressure and then penetrating Rebecca's anus a couple of centimeters. "Mhh, looks quite tight. George never entered here that's for sure," Susan murmured to herself. Looking up, she saw a pair of framed photos on the bedside tabl. In one there was a child Rebecca with her parents. The other more recent, portrayed Rebecca during graduation day at High School. She was smiling, holding a scroll. Susan stared enigmatically at the little fifteen-years-old-Rebecca, while her thumb still teased the anus of the just dead current Rebecca. "Well, enough play. I've been here for half an hour." Susan put Becca's panties in place, turned the body into the original position and injected the heroin dose in Rebecca's neck making sure to use the same needle hole used for the compound. Ten minutes later Susan was in her car on her way home. Her mind was absent, now that the excitement was gone opposing thoughts tormented her. While Tony's corpse was inexorably cooling off, Susan quickly dismantled her sniper rifle. The shot had been perfect as always. The henchmen were still trying to figure out where the hell the shot that had just killed their boss had come from. Susan came down the stairs of the building and climbed into her car. Darkness was her friend, her clothes were specially designed to make her almost invisible. She had just killed an affiliate of a rival mafia family to the one she worked for. However, in her mind she couldn't care less about who were against who. It was just another filthy piece of shit sent to hell, nobody would ever mourn that loss. To her it was just work. Once in the car, Susan's began to think about the check list for the next morning, usual things for a middle aged woman: bringing her kids to school, going to the mall... collecting the reward for killing Tony Stone. Susan was an early riser, a habit learned in her youth. Following her usual routine, she had earned nearly an hour between her breakfast and the moment her daughters would be waking up. Susan walked into the garage, crossed it and opened the basement door. That door was off limits for her daughters. Susan had managed to scare them by telling them a story about a ghost who was hiding in the basement that would eat them if they ever sat foot there. Susan smiled thinking about the story she invented as a metaphor... If little Suzy and Jenny would have discovered what was in the basement, their innocence would really get eaten. Susan went down the basement stairs and turned on the light. It was a neat room, she thought. On the walls hung four black tights, a policewoman costume and a nurse costume, alongside her two sniper rifle cases. There was also telephone that would go straight to the answering machine. She noticed that she had one new message. Susan pressed the "play" button. "Susan, we need another consultancy. Usual place." Susan was upset, usually her contact called her the day after a mission to communicate where she could pick up the reward not to entrust her another job. But this morning the situation seemed radically different, starting from the tone of the message. Susan replayed the message a few times, and noticed that his voice was stressed, almost frightened. In any case, there was no mention of the usual $2000. Susan got back into the garage, got into her car and drove up to the old junkyard where she used to find details about her commissions. The envelope was hidden, as always, under the seat of an old Ford. Susan opened it and read the contents, but after a few seconds she stopped. The target was Rebecca Stevenson, aged 22, a student. "What ... what the hell is this? She does not seem like a delinquent at all!" Under the objective description, there was a message. "I know this isn't what you're used to but we need this girl to be removed. She saw things that shouldn't be seen. It's extremely important, and I trust you to take care of this. The reward, if you accept, will be very high: $ 10,000 deducted from your debt instead of the usual $ 5,000, in addition to an added $ 5000 right away instead of 2000. If you refuse to do it we will know that we can not count on you." Susan scanned the photo of the girl. Blonde hair, green eyes, a cute girl. No, she couldnt do it. Susan put the bag under the seat of the Ford and went home. "The rules were clear, I don't do things like that." she thought to herself. But still, Susan owed them $ 60,000 and the prospect of a debt cut, was tempting. "From a certain point of view," she thought, "If I kill this girl, I would save the life of another person". But Susan's usual targets were not good boys. The same evening Susan received a phone call. The voice on the other side began hastily: "You didn't take the bag... does this means that we can't trust you anymore?" "What has this girl done? She doesn't look like a criminal..." replied Susan. The contact: "We have reason to believe that she represents a very serious threat to our interests. Nothing else should matter to you. You have two hours to think about it, otherwise we will have to come up with another way to resolve the matter. Perhaps a colleague of yours will have to work overtime in the coming days. " The threat was veiled but clear. The mob could not afford a killer with scruples, who perhaps in the throes of a crisis of conscience would eventually report them. Susan realized that if she refused to kill Rebecca, the mob would kill her. She had no choice. Susan took out a bottle of wine from the minibar and drank a glass. The girl had to die. The thought disturbed her. Susan had always thought of herself as a "bad girl", who punished criminals but retaining a certain morality. The detail that she punished criminals on orders of other criminals, had always been appropriately censored in her reasoning. However, the idea of killing an innocent girl on commission went beyond what Susan was used to. In this case, she repeated to herself, getting rid of poor Rebecca was the easiest and most logical option, which would avoid many problems, financial and perhaps more serious ones. The decision was difficult but predictable. Susan didn't wait for another call, she called her contact's number. The contact's response was terse "You did the right thing, we will remember this. The details will be delivered as usual." Susan detected a certain sigh of relief in his tone. Was it possible that this girl was really such a big problem for an organization that was dealing in drug dealing and prostitution around the city? The following morning, Susan found the envelope in the usual place, at the scrap yard. The file was still the same, even though Susan had hoped for a miracle on the way. Rebecca Stevenson, 22. Law student, daughter of Robert and Margaret Stevenson. She has a 17yo brother named Paul. She lives in the local college where she studies, she plays the piano and she tutors math to high school kids to raise money for her tuition as her parents are not very rich. She took a scholarship last year, it appears that she is quite skilled. She dates a guy named George. "This thing must be done in a different way." Susan raised an eyebrow. The cryptic phrase was explained a little further down. Being that the girl have no connection with the criminal world, the boss want to avoid any possible connection between her death and what she may have seen. It has to look like an overdose, and this of course would affect the choice of the method of execution: Rebecca had to be smothered. "What a terrible death" Susan thought with half a smile. In her career as a hit woman, she had, had to strangle a few targets because there had been no opportunity to kill them from a distance. Honestly, she was not sorry at all, she liked feeling their lives fading away in her hands. But this time it would be different. She would have to take an innocent life. She had no choice, but the thought troubled her. Moreover Susan would also have little time to prepare as the boss wanted it done as soon as possible, within 48 hours at most. So by Monday morning Rebecca was to be sent to the afterlife before she could go to the police to report what she had seen. "I don't know what this poor girl saw, or if she had even seen anything" thought Susan, " and now she has to die because some asshole decided so. I'm sure that even if she knew something, her testimony would not change much of the boss's influence in this city. To them human life has no value. " Susan reflected. "And yet for me what is the value? I kill for money, in the end I'm like them." But then she justified her actions "I kill evil people, rats that doesn't deserve to live. I'm different. Or at least I will be until Sunday night." Susan spent Saturday evening stationed in front of the student residence. She had to figure out how to approach her target. At 10pm she saw the target for the first time. Rebecca was returning to her apartment, with two thick books under her arm. Probably she was studying for an exam, an exam that she would never take. "She's a very beautiful girl," Susan thought absently. "It 'a shame that she has to go like this. Who knows what she might have become in life..." Susan was having a moment of hesitation, but she noticed it, and tried to sweep it off: "Mhhpf, she will probably become a bureaucrat bitch, there's thousands of them." Susan tried to silence the little voice in her head telling her that she was preparing for something terrible. At 11pm, a bike made its entered the driveway of the residence. From it descended a rather tall boy with shaved hair. "So he must be George. He's coming for her" George entered the building and, after a few minutes, the light in the room Rebecca was in shut off. George came back out after midnight, got on his bike and disappeared down the avenue. Susan, who was still patiently lurking around drew her own conclusions "mhh... they must have had fun. Hehe, I'm wondering, how a prude girl like Becca, a family, house and work type, how she would fuck...! I bet she's a piece of wood, and poor George has do everything himself." Susan felt a certain excitement when fantasizing about Rebecca's sex life. "I wonder if she even sucked him off... or gave him ass. Maybe it was more trouble for poor George getting here than what it was worth. Well, I guess this was the last time anyways, from now on that hunk would have to find someone better to date!". After this thought Susan stood transfixed, as she began to realize what had crossed her mind. She was making fun of the fact that Rebecca would soon be murdered. Susan erased the thought from her mind, started the engine and went home. Sunday morning was used for the preparations. For this mission she needed a compound that could make the girl go unconscious. However it was important that this compound could not be detected during the autopsy that would follow the murder. So she choose Demenax, a sedative, which mixed with a reagent would become undetectable in the blood after a couple of hours. The plan was simple. The previous night, during the stakeout, Susan had stealthily approached the window of Rebecca's room that was fortunately on the ground floor. The window was slightly open Susan would be able tp enter Rebecca's room overnight and take the girl by surprise in her sleep, injecting the mixture into her neck. The effect would be immediate, Rebecca wouldn't even have time to get up. Then Susan would put a pillow on the girl's face and the show would begin. After a few minutes Susan would inject a dose of heroin in the same needle hole used for the compound in order to simulate a fatal overdose. "Fast and almost painless," she thought. Susan had prepared her "battle suit", black tights somewhat Catwoman style allowing her maximum agility with low visibility. The tights adhered well to her sinuous forms. Susan was still a beautiful woman even though she had passed the fateful forties. Despite her two pregnancies, she had few stretch marks, her breasts were still firm and there were no trace of cellulitis. At about 11.30pm, Sunday evening Susan was stationed in front of Rebecca's apartment. After ten minutes she saw Rebecca who was walking toward the building. The girl had probably gone out with her classmates, a drink, a quiet walk, a movie perhaps. The evening was warm despite a slight breeze and Rebecca's hairs shone in the moonlight. Susan patiently waited until the light went out, which happened about half an hour later. It was midnight. Susan set her timer for 1.30am. She wanted to be sure to find the target fast asleep. At 1:31, Susan approached the window with slow steps. Just as Susan had hoped she gently lifted the window and climbed inside. The apartment was dark but faintly lit by the moonlight. It was not difficult walking around inside the house. In a few seconds Susan spotted Rebecca's bedroom and she peered inside seeing the girl in her bed with an almost angelic look, her face was lit by a moonbeam. She was fast asleep, she was wearing a thin T-shirt covering her breasts and a pair of panties a bit rolled up. Susan was enchanted by the sexy sight in front of her, then she gasped. "There are no pillows!" she noticed, "she's sleeping without pillows. How can I do it now? I could use the sheet but it might not have the necessary grip. Walking around the house looking for something suitable is risky, I could make too much noise and wake her up." After a few seconds of incertitude Susan came up with the most logical idea. "I'll have to use my own hands, the effect of the compound will be immediate so all I have to do is strangle her for four or five seconds. Easy." It was time to act. Susan walked silently to the bed and she could hear the deep breathing of Rebecca. The panties slightly rolled up, you could see a small portion of her labia and some pubic hair. The Hitwoman had to focus to proceed without distraction. Susan extracted the syringe from her belt, removed the cap and proceeded toward Rebecca who was sleeping peacefully. "Well ... here we are! "At "5" I'll inject the needle in the neck with my left hand while with my right I'll hold her nose and mouth shut. She will probably have time to wave her arms for a few seconds but this must not stop me, She'll not have the time nor the strength to resist. " Susan stared at the sleeping girl. She had a moment of hesitation. Was she really going to do this? She realized she would not be the same after this act. But the situation did not allow any other way out. She was even beginning to feel a little excited about the murder she was about to commit. Susan counted down to herself "1,2,3,4 ..." and then she whispered, "5.". With a lightning-quick move Susan injected the syringe into Rebecca's neck at the same time planting her other hand over the girl's mouth and nose. In the exact moment when the needle sank into Rebecca's neck the girl opened her eyes waking up with a gasp. Susan instinctively grabbed the right arm of the girl immobilizing her and waiting for her strength to fade out. But after three or four seconds Susan realized that something was wrong! The mixture wasn't taking effect at all! Rebecca was waking up, uttering muffled cries. "Mmmhhggg ... mmrrgh !!" Rebecca tried to scream. Susan was not prepared for this and in panic with her left hand she squeezed Rebecca's neck but immediately she realized that she would leave marks. "Shit! You stupid bitch, why don't you go to sleep?" Susan let go but Rebecca's right arm grabbed her hair pulling it. Susan tried to resist but it was not so easy. With one hand she had to choke her victim and with the other taking care of her victim's two resisting arms. So, moving on instinct Susan jumped on Rebecca's body and sat down on her face. Susan's tights were very slim so she felt Rebecca's nose bury it self perfectly in her ass crack. The grip was even better than what could have been achieved with a hand covering Becca's nose and mouth. This way Susan had both arms free to counter the agitation of the poor girl. However the mixture began to take effect and within a minute the arms and legs of Rebecca lost their force. After thirty seconds, the only sign of life from Rebecca was her mouth opening mechanically at intervals of a few seconds as she was gasping for air. The movement caused a pleasant sensation in Susan's tights and Susan pressed down even harder on the poor girls face trying to squeeze as much as possible of Rebecca's face between her own anus and cunt. Susan realized in that moment she was wet. Sitting like that on the face of the girl excited her, smothering her with her own ass made her feel powerful and perverse at the same time. It was a feeling that Susan had never felt before, not in these terms. "Mhh yes ... come on, eat me, you little slut." The movements of Rebecca's jaw was thinning with each passing minute. After 3 minutes the movements had virtually ceased, however Susan's pussy was already soaked. Sensing a last little movement from Rebecca's mouth, Susan whispered, "Are you hungry for air sweetie?" saying this she let out a silent but long fart that apparently ended the poor girl's life. Susan remained in that position for a good ten minutes. Her eyes were closed, the heat of Rebecca's body was still pleasant beneath her. Susan was thinking about what she had just done. She had killed an innocent girl, in the bloom of youth. She had been forced to do it sure but the issue was that she'd enjoyed it. She'd enjoyed feeling the life leaving the body of Rebecca beneath her. She knew that the girl was innocent and that she did not deserve what had happened and that's why she felt like a goddess who takes away life on a whim. Susan lifted Becca's t-shirt and discovered the girl's small but proportionate tits. She rose from the head of the girl, straddling her abdomen and began to caress the titties. "I'm sorry honey, but it had to be this way. Nothing personal, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't have fun." Rebecca's gaze was empty, wide eyes staring at the ceiling. Mouth open and tongue hanging out. Susan pulled off the girls panties and admired the unshaved cunt. It was slightly wet with pee. Susan continuing examining the girls body, spreading Becca's legs and buttocks, finally catching sight of the girl's asshole. "Here, finally: The most private and hidden place of every human being," she thought mockingly. She licked her thumb and placed it on the little hole, applying light pressure and then penetrating Rebecca's anus a couple of centimeters. "Mhh, looks quite tight. George never entered here that's for sure," Susan murmured to herself. Looking up, she saw a pair of framed photos on the bedside tabl. In one there was a child Rebecca with her parents. The other more recent, portrayed Rebecca during graduation day at High School. She was smiling, holding a scroll. Susan stared enigmatically at the little fifteen-years-old-Rebecca, while her thumb still teased the anus of the just dead current Rebecca. "Well, enough play. I've been here for half an hour." Susan put Becca's panties in place, turned the body into the original position and injected the heroin dose in Rebecca's neck making sure to use the same needle hole used for the compound. Ten minutes later Susan was in her car on her way home. Her mind was absent, now that the excitement was gone opposing thoughts tormented her. Susan was smearing butter over a slice of bread while chatting with her two daughters, Jennifer, who was 8 years old, and Judith, 4 years old. Suddenly, something caught her attention: the TV had switched over to the news and a reporter were speaking about Rebecca "the young Rebecca Stevens, found dead in her room...". Susan turned up the volume. The news was showing a picture of a smiling Becca on the left side of the screen, while a video of a covered corpse getting loaded into an ambulance was on the right side. "Probably an overdose..." the police had concluded. The video was now showing Rebecca's parents crying in the background. Susan instantly felt her pussy tingle. She cautiously began masturbating with her hand under the table, while Jennifer was telling her what she'd be doing at school that morning. Susan were faking attention, she was totally focused on the news and on her soaking cunt. She was remembering the moment when Becca gave out her last dying gasp with her face pressed into Susan's arse. After a couple of minutes Susan pulled up her hand without getting noticed, stood up and approached the kitchen counter. She started preparing the snacks for her two girls. Her right hand was covered in wetness, but she didn't care about it. She had bought cream puffs and by putting them in the food container she inevitably soaked them in her cunt cream or pussy juices. "Judy, honey, I made you cream puffs for the break today. They're special...this evening I want you to tell me if you enjoyed them!" She barely managed to end the sentence without bursting out laughing like a teenager. Since killing Rebecca two nights earlier, something had changed in Susan. She was now feeling less inhibited, more perverted...and sexier than ever. The previous morning she had noticed that more men made eye contact with her in the street. And even ladies did which pleased Susan. In the evening Susan received a call from her mob contact. They were pleased with the Rebecca hit. Susan replied that she had enjoyed the experience...and she was eager for her contact to provide her with more work. He said that they knew she'd enjoy that hit and that another dossier was already waiting for Susan in the usual place. Two hours later Susan was at the scrapyard opening an envelope. The new target was called Fiona, 31 years old. No mentions about what she had done. "They think I don't need it anymore" thought Susan. "And maybe they're right...".The dossier was short and the last page was missing, but Susan didn't pay too much attention to that detail. There was a suggestion about the best way to get in touch with the target. Susan needed a costume... Two days later, Susan was ringing the bell of her targets suburban house. "The nurse costume fits me very well" Susan thought. The door opened and Susan remained unable to speak for a few seconds. "Good morning" said a woman that had to be Fiona. Her appearance matched the description, quite short, curly brown hair, green eyes. The only difference was in the huge belly that was bulging out in front of Susan's eyes. Fiona was pregnant, 8 months at minimum. "So, that's why the last page was missing they feared that I would hesitate if I knew that the bitch were pregnant they wanted to keep me in the dark about it" thought Susan. After a brief moment, Susan regained her control and started improvising. "Miss Wright? Good morning. I am Claudia Morris, from the National Health Service. Susan exposed her fake badge for a couple of seconds. "We provide free checkups to all the women in... your condition", she declared indicating Fiona's belly and exhibiting a tender smile. "Ah..oh..I didn't know they did that," replied Fiona, slightly dazed. But Susan's face was smiling and reassuring. Fiona couldn't possibly suspect what was about to happen to her. "May I come in?" "Sure, you might as well." Susan entered the house. "You are Fiona Wright, born in April 15, 1985, is that correct?" asked Susan while faking writing something in a notebook. "Yes, that's right!" "And you're pregnant how far along...?" "34 weeks" replied Fiona stroking her belly. "It's nearly time" she added. "Congratulations," Susan said smiling. she felt the excitement mounting. She was about to kill a woman who was nearly nine months pregnant. Thinking about the child, Susan felt a mixture of remorse and excitement. "But after all, if it isn't born, you can't consider it alive" she tried to justify her actions to herself. "He's a boy, right?" asked Susan, noticing the maternity gifts propped up by the fireplace in the living room. "Yes exactly... I didn't want to wait to find out so I did an ultrasonography" replied Fiona blushing a little. "I'll call him Stephen." Fiona was a really sweet woman Susan thought. "Well then, may we proceed with the examination? I will check your blood pressure, your heartbeat and little Sthepen's" said Susan improvising, fingering the stethoscope that was around her neck. "Of course! Do you mind if we move to the bedroom? The kitchen is a mess" replied Fiona. The two women went up the short flight of stairs very slowly. Susan proceeded behind Fiona. The two women arrived in the bedroom and Fiona sat on the bed. Susan could barely keep herself from laughing while she fake checked the poor woman's pressure. "Pressure seems ok... now get undressed." Susan ordered. Fiona took off the robe and remained in her underwear and bra. "I mean completely..." Fiona felt dumbfounded for a moment but then obeyed. "I have to check your breast too, and I want take a note of the elasticity of your vagina. Do you plan to undergo a natural birth?" Susan asked trying to justify her strange requests. To Fiona it seemed absurd, but after all she was in front of an NHS nurse... "Yes, I will" replied Fiona. Susan waited half a minute and then announced that Fiona's heartbeat was regular. Then Susan puts the stethoscope on Fiona's belly. "I hear the heartbeat, your baby seems to be totally healty! Do you have other kids?" "No", said Fiona, "Stephen will be my first ...I tried twice already but I lost the fetuses in early pregnancy. Stephen's father abandoned me, it'll be just the two of us" said Fiona caressing her belly and smiling. "How cute" thought Susan. For a moment she hesitated and thought perhaps she should spare the momie-to-be and let her live in peace with her little burden of joy. But the hesitation lasted only for a moment. "Fiona, I'm sure you would...ehm, you will be a good mom!" Susan spread Fiona's legs and whispered that she would now measure her vaginal elasticity. When she was done she got up, took the stethoscope and placed herself behind Fiona. "Dear Fiona," said Susan, "I'm sorry but now comes the most unpleasant moment, for you and for Stephen." Fiona didn't have time to turn around. Susan placed the stethoscope around her neck and started pulling it wildly. Meanwhile she planted a knee in Fiona's back for leverage. "GARRKHH ... GRRGHJK...ARRGGR" Fiona tried to scream but all that came out of her mouth were guttural noises. "Shhh..shhh, shut up my dear ... don't fight... it will be over soon!" murmured Susan as she tried to resist Fiona's efforts to get free. The combined weight of Susan and Fiona caused both women to fall down off the bed. Susan was on her back on the floor with Fiona leaning against her torso. Fiona's legs were still on the bed and they were waving back and fort. Susan continued pulling and Fiona's efforts begun to fade. "Yes...like this sweetie...let it go...you'll be fine" Susan kept whispering. Saying this, Susan suddenly noticed that Fiona's pussy was wet. "What? It's too early to piss yourself honey...are you excited? HOLY SHIT!! Now I understand, your water broke!!" The trauma and the efforts to get some air probably had induced labor...Fiona was giving birth! Or rather she would have done it if she had been in a normal position. But she was constricted upside down, with her head and her back crushed against Susan's knees, and her big butt still on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide and wiggling in the air. So gravity was against her. But Susan didn't want to pass up this opportunity to torment her victim. "Fiona...the time has finally come! Your baby is coming out, it's coming out!" Susan shouted in Fiona's ear. Fiona, although she had other problems to think about, momentarily regained Susan's attention, perhaps thanks to her maternal instinct. Susan loosened her grip on stethoscope and exclaimed, "I'll give you the time to give birth to the baby, I promise, now push! Can you hear me, Fiona? I know you can do it! PUSH!!!" The situation was grotesque. Susan were strangling poor Fiona, but at the same time she was urging her to push and to give birth to her own child. Fiona incredibly really began to push. Her face was passing from red to purple, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen with tears. She had resigned herself to die, but first she wanted to be able to give birth to little Stephen. But Susan knew that given the position she was in it would never happen. Fiona kept pushing, a stream of pee began to pour from her pussy. This excited Susan even more, and she began to obscenely lick Fiona's neck, while Fiona was pushing like a possessed. PRRFT ... PRRROOT Fiona farted loudly. Every muscle in her body was tense. It almost seemed that she was about to make it, to give birth. But suddenly the fruits of her efforts came to an abrupt end: it was not the newborn, but two slimy turds that that was expelled from Fiona's body. Susan laughed as Fiona relaxed. The poor woman had given her everything. One last piece of turd slowly exited from her asshole Fiona let out one last gasp and died. Susan stood there a few seconds, then freed herself without difficulty from under Fiona's body. Susan looked at the lifeless body. There was no way the baby would ever come out and Susan almost felt sorry. But she was mostly thrilled, she felt like the devil in her had taken over, as if she was almost in a trance, she went over to the window and pulled back the curtains. In the garden next to Fiona's house was a little girl, about 3 or 4 years old who was riding a tricycle. Susan who's cunt was on fire, stared at her for a long time hoping for the little girl to raise her eyes and spot her. In which case Susan would have an excuse to sneak into the garden and shut the girl's eyes forever. This thought thrilled Susan so much she became short of breath. "She may be Judy's age... maybe younger. But I would pay gold to see her convulsing in pain from a stabbing right about now. C'mon, little slut...watch me!" But the girl were too focused on her play and didn't noticed the woman who was spying on her from the window. So, Susan turned and walked over to Fiona corpse. She leaned in and began French kissing the poor dead woman, slowly at first and then more and more aggressively. Then she picked up one of the three turds, and put it in the mouth of the poor woman. She then grabbed another one and using her other hand she tried to smear it in both Fiona's eyes. Susan finally turned her attention to the third piece of shit, pushing it into Fiona's pussy and literally fucking Fiona with her own shit. "Here's to you, Stephen, that's your welcome to the world." Said Susan, she stood up and kicked the belly with all the strength she had. "Bye, bye Stephen!" Then another kick, and another, Susan continued to kick Fiona until she was panting from exhaustion and she came. The belly was purple with bruises. Susan had finally let go of all her inhibitions, realizing what her true self was. Hurting other people was what made her feel good. Seeing the suffering in other people's eyes made her excited. Susan promised herself that she would explore this newfound world of hers until the end of her days. Her life would never be the same again. Now it would be a lot more fun. This story comes from Ivy, if you like this story show her some love by sending a mail to xaniula2@gmail.com