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 This story was inspired by so many other stories, if you can spot them all
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   I don't need to tell you all of this was purely fictional and I don't
want to hear about anything even slightly similar to real life.

   The girl had no idea how long I had been watching her as I sat on the
bus eying her up.  She was a very sweet little girl, probably no more than
10 years old which suited me down to a tee as that's the age I like them.
The name is Suzy and I'm a lesbian as you might have already figured out.

   I guess I've always been attracted to girls ever since I was one myself
and I do mean girls not women, though for thirty years I had suppressed the
urges to act on my feelings and kept them bottled up deep down inside of me
instead.  I had this idea of what a proper woman should be like, I dated
boys, married one, even had a kid, I was the perfect stay at home wife.

   The feelings however never went away, and neither did the deep dark
fantasies that had been slowly coalescing in my mind over the years, they'd
been part of my secret shameful masturbatory sessions for a long time, I
had just never acted on them until recently.

   My marriage was a sham, both me and my husband knew it so when our son
Jacob went off to college we decided to finally get a divorce while we were
still young enough to find love and re-marry.  But truth be told I wasn't
looking for the love of my life, I don't think I'd ever been, what I was
looking for was excitement and after turning forty I thought I deserved it.
The kind of special excitement that only a young, sweet girl like the one
sitting opposite me on the bus could provide.

   Her name was Mary and I had been stalking her for weeks, she had no idea
of course they never did, how could they suspect a sweet middle aged lady
like me to be anything but kind and loving.  I now knew Mary's schedule and
when her mom would get home from work.  There was no father or other male
presence in their life which was perfect for me.  I was always careful
enough to only pick girls who had no brothers, uncles or fathers to
complicate and potentially mess things up.

   Mary would be my next victim but my no means was she my first and
certainly not my last.  I may have been a late bloomer but by age
forty-five I had already had more innocent child pussy than I could count
on my fingers.  I know I've beaten around the bush so I might as well come
clean and say it, I'm what they call a predator, more precisely a predatory
lesbian rapist and serial killer.

   I know that seems hard to believe, if somebody had told me six years ago
that this is who I'd become I wouldn't have believed it myself.  In the
newspapers they call me a monster and funny thing is, if it had been
someone else committing these absolutely horrible crimes I would have
probably been as saddened and disgusted as the next person.  In no way do I
condone the sadistic acts I commit but the look of horror on a young girls
face as I explain to her all the fun things I have planned for her before
ultimately ending her all to brief life, the tears streaming down her face
and begging that follows, it's like a powerful drug that's too addictive to
ever go cold turkey from.

   Watching little Mary now blissfully unaware of the nightmarish faith
that awaited her, not knowing her destiny had already been sealed and the
only reason she wasn't jammed between my legs with her sexy little mouth
pressed against my cunt, hell the only reason she was still even alive was
because I allowed her to be.  That feeling of power is just indescribable
so I won't even try to explain it further but the thought of it made my
pussy wet beyond belief.  Briefly I considered attacking her as soon as she
got off the bus but quickly decided against it.  She'd be my sex slave for
the foreseeable future, at the very least till she became a teenager so I
could wait a little bit longer.

   The sweet little darlings who'd fallen victims to me before Mary had all
satisfied me greatly but the excitement of having a tied up little doll to
play with meant all to soon it had all come to a tragic ending either on
purpose or by mistake.  No matter which the outcome would always be the
same with the girl lying dead by my cunt staring up at me with lifeless
eyes.

   This girl would be different I told myself, I'd turn her into my sex
slave, yes of course eventually I'd grow bored of her and finish her off
but not yet, not for another few years, at least that's what I told myself.
As for the mother I hadn't quite decided what to do with her yet, weather
to dispose of her or not but that was alright I was in no rush.

   It may seem unnecessarily harsh to not let my little flowers go once I
was finished with them, sure I could have worn a ski-mask over my head, or
simply relied on the threat of death to be sufficient but as I've come to
realize, it's not just a question of staying safe and leaving no lose ends.
The ending of a perfectly innocent child's life is also very exciting and a
ritual I very much enjoy performing.  Raping the girls, fucking their
virgin pussy's with my big plastic dick have always gotten me excited but
when combined with murder it makes the climax simply earth shattering.

   But please allow me to back up a little to my first victims, her name
was Josephine and she was my neighbors sweet little five year old daughter.
I had babysat her many times and it had always taken all of my willpower to
restrain myself, to keep myself from ripping her little dress from her tiny
body and shoving my fingers into her little baby cunny and fucking her till
I could feel her virgin blood on my fingers.  Now divorced and free to live
my life as I wanted I saw no reason to hold myself back any longer.  I
needed so badly to make those deep, dark fantasies in my mind come true at
any costs.  Josephine was on my mind day and night, I couldn't take my mind
off her, she would be my first.

   My plan was to simply let my lustful aggression lose on her sweet little
body the next time I babysat, but I also knew there'd be no way I could get
away with it.  My neighbor Claire would no doubt go to the police once she
saw what I'd done to her daughter and I'd be locked away for the rest of my
life.  That was not a price I was willing to pay.  I knew in my mind the
horniness would come back again and again and that my cruel cunt would
demand more tiny tongues to pleasure it.  So the only solution as I saw it
was to leave no witnesses alive.

   This was a huge step of course, you have to remember up until this point
I'd never so much s jaywalked and here I was contemplating not only raping
a toddler but to murder her and her mother afterwards, it was just
so....well I know I sound like a broken record but...evil, demonic even! 
The thought however excited me and I could feel my pussy getting wet at the
thought and that was all it took.  Whatever made my cunt drip I would do.
It was time to put me first.

   However I needed to know that once it came time to it, I'd have the
mental strength to go through with it, it may have been a fun fantasy but
the step from fantasy to reality was a huge one and I had to make sure when
it was time to do the deed I wouldn't pussy out.  I needed a practice
victim first.  As much as I wanted darling Josephine to be my first I knew
in my heart that was too risky.  I'd just have to settle on her being my
first rape victim which was well enough.

   It took me about a week of scouring the streets for a potential victim
before I find my one.  It was an odd feeling really, everyone that passed
me by I imagined dying at my hands in various ways.  The mother with her
newborn baby in a stroller struggling for breath in my tight grip as I
strangled her, the elderly woman buying milk, holding up the line in the
supermarket as she search for the correct change., desperately clutching
her throat as I carved it open with my knife.  The business man rushing to
catch a cab to his next meeting, meeting his fate as I totaled him with my
car or the bubble gum chewing teenage girl in her flimsy mini skirt talking
about boys with her airheaded friends suffocating without mercy as I
pressed my pussy down on her mouth, making suffocating her as I ground
myself to a powerful orgasm on her face and cum in her dying mouth.  In the
end however none of them were right for me.  Instead I settled on a young
Indian woman who'd work the night shift in the local deli.  She was cute,
no more than twenty I'd guess, probably worked the graveyard shift to help
the family or to make money for college.

   She was perfect, I had met her a few times, even chatted a bit with her,
she was as sweet as sweet can be, there was simply no bad bone in her body.
I'm sure if things would have been differently she could have gone on to
make the world a better place, maybe cure a disease or help out
disadvantaged kids or something.  Instead she'd help me get started on my
reign of terror.  It's funny how life can be, a few years ago we might have
become friends, I might have even invited her over for dinner, but now the
fact she was such a good, kind, gentle person only made me more determined,
more excited to murder her.  I needed this, this was what had been missing
from my life all these years and I knew instinctively that once I had done
my deed, once I'd cross that final threshold my new life would finally
begin.

   Two days later I decided to do it.  My ex-husband was a gun freak and I
had managed to steal one of his guns before our divorce, it wasn't part of
the plan but if he'd end up getting blamed for the murder then all the
better, that would certainly be a nice bonus.  I dressed casually in a
hoodie and matching sweatpants, it was important not to draw attention but
I didn't want to be identified afterwards either, underneath I wore a pair
of white panties and a matching bra.  I wasn't sure why I cared so much
about my undies but something told me it'd be important.

   Walking inside the deli around midnight I noticed it was almost empty, I
browsed around for a bit while I waited for the two customers inside to
clear out.  As I walked around pretending to look at the items on the
shelfs I felt my excitement building, I was nervous sure but I was also
feeling my panties getting wet, it was a kind of nervous excitement that
you might feel when you're about to surprise somebody which I guess in a
way I was about to do.  I slowly slipped my hands inside my sweatpants and
gave my pussy a few quick rubs through my panties, they were already
drenched.

   My other hand slipped inside my handbag to finger the cold metal of my
gun.  I was ready and knew when the time come, not only would I not have
any problems going through with it but it'd be the most powerful experience
in my otherwise so far very dull and mundane life.  I had expected to feel
some kind of guilt, to feel bad for my soon to be dead victim but instead
the fact she didn't deserve it, it just spurred me on.

   Because I had my hoodie on when I walked inside the deli she hadn't
recognized me yet but as I made my way towards her she my face and her face
lit up.

   -"Hey Mrs Thompson how are you today?"

   I was in full killer mode and her question caught me off-guard and for a
brief moment I questioned if I could go through with my plan but just as
quickly I shook off my doubts and resolved to push on.

   -"I'm fine thanks, can I have a pack of Marlboro lights please"

   I asked trying to sound as confident as I could possibly be.  As soon as
she turned around to grab the cigarettes for me I knew I had to act, it was
now or never.  Reaching inside my handbag my fingers closed around the gun
as I slowly pulled it up.

   -"Here you go that will be..."

   Was all she had time to say before she saw the gun in my hand.  I could
see the smile on her face turning into a look of fear and I knew I had
crossed the point of no return, there was no turning back now not that,
that was even on my mind.  I allowed myself to aim the gun more carefully
between her ample bosom and she let out a cry of terror.

   -"Please Mrs Thompson, whatever it is this is about you don't have to do
this, my family is very poor, we do not have a lot of money".

   I let out a cold menacing laughter as I realized she hadn't grasped the
severity of the situation yet, she thought I was just going to rob her.  A
sadistic smile crept on my face as I began feeling more relaxed and in
control.  She was already dead, she just didn't know it yet so I could do
whatever I wanted now, in a minute it would make no difference to her at
all.

   I began to sag my pants down with my free hand till they rested below my
butt and crotch and I proceeded to pull my t-shirt up to show her how wet I
was.  She stared at me in disbelief as I inserted a hand inside my panties
and began to masturbate while speaking to her in the mother motherly kind
tone I could muster.

   -"Oh silly sweetie, I'm not going to rob you, I know you have no money
and even if you did I wouldn't want any".

   -"Then what is this about, please whatever it is we can talk about it, I
can help you".

   She was so clueless, it was turning me on and I began rub myself faster
feeling my first orgasm nearing, she had no idea how right she was.

   -"Yes dear you will help me"

   I uncocked the safety of the gun and she burst into a new fit of crying
and I couldn't help but let out a loud moan of arousal.

   -"Why are you doing this, what do you want, please, I don't understand?"

   -"I'm here to kill you sweetie, to murder you"

   I knew I was taking too long and that I should just shoot her and get it
over with, at any moment somebody could walk inside the deli and see us, I
was definitely playing with fire but at this point I was too horny to care,
I just wanted this moment to last forever.

   -Why?  I haven't done you anything, I don't have any money, why do you
want to kill me?"

   -"Oh you really don't want to know"

   An image popped up in my head of sweet little Josephine probably
sleeping in her bed right now with her little teddy bear, if only she knew
what I had in store for her, it pushed me over the edge and I felt the
first orgasm roll over me.

   -"Please whatever it is you don't have to do this, please don't do this,
please"

   -"Ugh but you see I do, I know to you this doesn't make any sense but
please know your death will not be for nothing....

   I let the last words hang in the air so that she could take it all in
before I continued.

   "You see there's this really cute little five year old girl living next
to me Josephine is her name and I've been having some very naughty thoughts
about her lately, thoughts that could land me in a lot of trouble if I went
through with them".

   -"What are you talking about?"

   It was time to lay all the cards on the table, I hadn't planned on
telling her but knowing she'd die with the knowledge that her death would
be the start of me bringing hell on earth it was just too good an
opportunity to pass up.

   -"Well I'm good to rape her mmmmm, I'm going to fuck her virgin pussy
and asshole with my strap on and then I'm going to sit on her face and make
her eat my pussy, god it's going to be so hot, then I'm going to slowly
murder her, I don't know how yet but I'll make it last an eternity and when
I'm done I'll do the same to her mother".  -"You're a monster"

   -"You have no idea baby, but you see none of this is going to happen
unless I murder you first, I need to know I can kill without remorse or
hesitation, I need to know so that I can do the same to them later and who
better to be my little test subject than the sweetest little flower in the
whole wide world".

   "Please no, don't"

   -"God your pleading is turning me on so much right now, cry for me
bitch, cry your little eyes out, I have half a mind to stuff you in the
back of my trunk and take you back home to rape you first but I want
Josephine to be my first, I'm sorry but I'm sure you'll understand, I want
it to be special and you're just too old for my taste".

   She'd run out of things to say at this point, she was just standing
there sobbing, there really didn't seem to be anything more to say so
without thinking twice about it I squeezed the trigger and fired a bullet
right into her right breast.  I could see her blue and yellow flowery sun
dress start to turn a dark shade of red and I came again as she fell to the
ground.

   "Mmmmm yes die for me bitch die".

   I walked closer to the counter and she actually reached up as if to try
to block the gun with her hand as I aimed at her chest again.

   -"Consider yourself lucky I'm showing you the kind of mercy none of my
future victims will receive".

   "Pleeee..."

   With that I squeezed the trigger again and another bullet passed through
her hand and into her chest killing her.  But just to make sure I shot her
right between her eyes.  The sensation in my stomach from knowing I'd
killed somebody for my own selfish, greedy pleasure sent waves of wonderful
warm feelings through my body.  I felt reborn, this was it, this was what I
had been placed on earth to do.  I closed my eyes and continued to rub my
pussy as waves of pleasure coursed through my body when suddenly very
abruptly and rudely I was brought back to reality, a loud scream behind me
pulling me out of my state of pure bliss.  Angrily I turned around and saw
a fat well dressed woman in her 50's or maybe 60's standing like an idiot
screaming at the ghastly sight in front of her.

   "Fuck you, you fat cow"

   I spat as I aimed my gun at her, I noticed she was holding her cellphone
in her right hand and decided to have a bit of fun first.  So instead of
shooting the woman I slammed my gun into her forehead knocking her off
balance and sending her crashing to the floor.  I quickly picked up the
phone.

   -"Hello who's this"

   "I'm Lottie"

   It was the sound of a young girl, probably no more than seven or eight
years old.  I handed the phone back to the woman again.

   "Well dear do you want to tell her or should I?"

   The woman seemed to be in a state of shock and didn't answer me.

   "I guess I'll do the honors then, sweetie your grammy is about to be
murdered, I'm going to kill her and maybe one day I'll come and visit you
too if you're a good girl"

   "No please..."

   The little girl began crying and so did the woman, I could have finished
her off with a bullet in the head but hearing the girl crying on the other
end of the phone was like an aphrodisiac, I needed to make it last so
instead I wrapped my fingers around the woman's throat and began squeezing,
the only thing that could be heard now was the woman's desperate fight for
air and the girl crying.

   "I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself, nothing personal, you were just
in the wrong place at the wrong time, don't worry I'll take good care of
your family when you're gone, they'll be with you soon enough again".

   She was nearly out of it but I could tell in her eyes she understood
what I had just said, it was wonderful knowing her last dying thought might
have been the realization that her little niece or grand-daughter or
whatever she was would be next.  The look on her face as she died was one
of absolutely horror.

   I quickly rubbed myself to one more quick climax before pulling my pants
back up and heading out into my car waiting outside and driving away from
the scene of the crime.  Like I said, they were my first victims but by no
means my last.  A new ruthless desire had awaken inside of me a demon that
needed to be fed and I knew from this day on nobody who crossed paths with
me would be safe.

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