I was born out Los Vagas way, just outside of town, at least back then it was outside of town. My people were some of the first white settlers in the area and we still had a fair piece of land.

The goverment bought some of our land to build that big dam and for the lake. Gramps figured the town would grow so he bought quite a bit of empty desert land in and around town.

Dad grew up and married the girl next door, course next door was about ten miles or so beween ranches, her family being in cattle too. They had me first thing and then Daddy went off to fight but he never come home and Mom just kind of withered away and died in a few years. I think the car crash that took her folks was the last straw.

Gramps meanwhile had been approched by the wise guys that were moving in to build all them gambeling places about selling some land but he talked them into leasing it instead and sort of helped them get things going.

By the time I was in high school I knew a lot of the movers and shakers and was a friend of the friends, if you know what that means.

When Gramps died I was left with a bunch of empty desert land and a lot of money from the leases, I think about eight or ten million a year even back then, real money.

Anyhow I was this hick kid who hung around and played at being a bigshot. I got pretty good with a camera and got to fuck a bunch of the showgirls because all the bosses knew me and called me mister so the girls figured I was somebody. It wasn't long before the new girls in town got the word that maybe I could help them break in to showbiz so I was seeing a lot of new faces. I did put in a good word for a few that I guessed would make it anyway, although I never could understand why these pretty women - girls really - wanted a job that made them half whore at best. Still I was in hog heaven and enjoying it.

I'd take a few pictures of them both dressed and not and they would thank me with their bodies and I gave them copies of the pictures. All very neat and tidy. I kept some of the girls I wanted to recommend and just promised to put in a word for the rest. I would have gone on like that forever except I ran into one that didn't play by the rules and so changed my life, hers too come to think of it.

She was younger than most of them and told me she had struck out and was running out of money and really needed a job and if I could help she would be most greatful. I had a spot way out in the desert by a small cove in the lake that I'd always wanted to use for some girley shots so I took her up there. I even had to buy her suitcase cause she'd been kicked out of her room so we could try different outfits.

Well I messed around most of the day taking shots of her in everything she owned and then we got down to the good stuff. You can't believe what women used to wear under their dresses back in those days. When they took off the first layer they were still covered up. Bra, garter belt, stockings, panties, this thing that held in their gut, garters, and god knows what else was under there.

This girl would only go down to her bra, panties, garter and stockings for pictures, so we got done pretty early but still, I shot about three rolls of film. After we were done she started to get dressed and I told her not to bother as I had planned to stay there and get to know her better.

Well you would think the world had ended right there and then. The bitch slapped me and told me that she wasn't that kind of girl and no gentleman would take advantage of a lady like that. When I told her the wonderful job she was trying for would have her fucking some high roller within two weeks, if one of the bosses didn't break her in first she slapped me again and called me a liar.

I was getting tired of her slapping me so I grabbed her and threw her down on the blanket and sat on her. She only fought harder and finally I slapped her back and that calmed her down a bit. I tried to explain how things worked. I wasn't wasting all my time and film cause I liked her eyes, I expected something in return. Sex to be exact, with her, here and now.

She wasn't having any of it and still kept trying to hurt me so I got mad. I slapped her a good one along the said of the head and while she was recovering I grabbed the belt off her dress and tied her hands behind her back. Then I used mine to tie her ankles together and then took a break.

I didn't think a lady was supposed to know those words but she showed me more of them when I copped a feel of her tits. We just sat for a while and I really tried to explain how things were done out here and what she was in for, but all she could do was bitch me out and call me a prevert and a rapest and a bastard.

Finally I was pissed off and told her to shut up and put out willingly or I was going to rape her and maybe hurt her too. All I got for my troubles was an attempted kick at my head so the hell with it. I pounded in two stakes and tied her feet wide apart to them and pushed her down onto her back.

Fighter that she was, she tried to head-butt me so I placed another two stakes by her neck and tied her down with a rope across her neck. I stripped down and brought a jar of vasoline back with me from the car and because I was tired of her mouth I gagged her first. Even tied down she still twisted and fought me as I ran my hands over her body, but this only made me hotter and I noticed her staring at my steel hard dick like she had never seen one before. Yep I'd stripped down for a little action. What the heck, we were out in the desert all by ourselves.

I pushed her bra up out of the way and found most of her tits went with it, all she had of her own would fit under the palm of my hand and still leave my fingers spread out covering her chest. Very nice little tits but they looked unfinished. I played with them anyway for a while and finally she quit struggling, that is until I pulled her panties down when it started all over again.

With her legs spread as far apart as they were I couldn't pull her panties down very far so I used my knife to cut the waistband on the side and just let the front part drop to the ground. While I had my knife out I cut her bra beween the cups and let it fall away too.

Her little pussy was lightly furred and was just a slit beween her legs (don't forget she was pretty young) and I thought she was as pretty as a picture so I took a few. She was not happy about that either but tough shit I didn't care what she thought by then.

Looking at her, I wondered what she would taste like but she bucked and fought so much I had to threaten to cut her in order to make her lay still enough to let me eat her out without losing some teeth. It was worth the trouble cuz she had the sweetest tasting little cunt I had ever sampled and I really worked her over with my mouth.

I strated to finger fuck her but found there was something in the way as I slipped a finger into her cunt. I had never had a virgin before but it looked like I had one on my hands now. I stopped groping and looked at her face which was covered in tears and was bright red with shame. I ungagged her and instead of more cursing she just sobbed and refused to meet my eyes.

I asked her if she was truly virgin and how old she was and what the hell she was doing here all alone trying to get a job as a show girl. She finally admitted that she was a virgin but that her age was unimportant and that she had run away from the dirty old man her mother married. He had wanted her to do the same things that I did and she wouldn't do them for anybody.

The job thing was because of an article in LOOK magazine about the Vagas Showgirls and their wonderful livestyles. LOOK wouldn't lie so I must be. As she talked she got madder and madder at me and soon was going to see me in jail forever and ever, even if I let her go right now.

It was dawning on me that the only way out of this was to kill her and the thought scared the hell out of me. I'd done a lot of things but I'd never killed anyone before. As I thought it over I realised that rape and murder both would a guy on death-row so I was in as deep as I could get already.

Everyone knew that people disappeared from Vagas a lot and I'd heard hints from some Wise Guys about boat rides and one way trips to the desert. Hell the boat that was dragged up on the beach not a hundred feet away belonged to one of them - for fishing he said but there were lots of good fishing spots closer to town and a lot easier to get to than out here.

What this spot had, was privacy and deep water, real close. The cove was hidden from most other places too. It all added up to a place where bodies got dumped late at night. For the most part the cops were the under control of the "familys" and as a friend of the friends they wouldn't hassle me unless there was a real live victim to complain about being raped.

Show girls and wantabees left town all the time and nobody would miss one more so it looked like I was going to have to kill her no matter what happened or what she promised to do. She was still screaching so I gagged her again and returned to taste my morsel again. I enjoyed her virgin flesh with my mouth and fingers until I couldn't wait any more.

I slid up her body and with a sudden trust parted her from her hyman and went where no man had ever been before, or where any other one ever would go after me. Once I decided to murder her, everything else got simpler and I was able to enjoy her freely. She fought and bucked so hard she was about the best piece of ass I ever had even if she wasn't trying to make it good for me.

My teeth left red marks where I chewed on her neck and tiny tits and even drew blood from one pale pink nipple. It was too intense to last for long and when she felt me shoot my hot load into her she just wailed behind the gag and fell limp.

I didn't stop though i just kept thrusting in and out of her limp body until I'd expelled every lat drop of jizz I had. It was good, really good, the bast I'd ever had.

Once I'd shot my load and after catching my breath, I took some more pictures of her laying there tied and with blood and cum dripping from her little slit and a trickle running from the one tit. She seemed to have run out of tears and ignored me as I planned my next move. I'd heard about anal sex but had never dared ask for it from any of the other broads and thought, 'Hey, why not.' There was no fight left in her as I turned her over and retied her face down, that is until I started to spread some of the Vasoline beween the cheeks of her ass. She kind of fought a little until I pushed some into the tight little hole.

My middle finger seemed to hit the start button and she screamed into the gag as she tried to avoid my entering her any more. Our first ass fuck was a replay of our first fuck, lots of action and movement and bucking but my dick soon was forced past the guardian ring of muscle and deeply planted in her poop chute. Again it felt great, so tight and hot, and hell she did most of the work.

The noise that escaped the gag when I broke her in sounded like the wailing scream I'd heard a broken legged horse make once. It came from the very bottom of her soul and I heard it in my dreams for years afterwards, good stuff. Again the fountain of my sperm in her and my grunts and thrust of satisfaction ended the battle and I went to the water to clean up.

A few more pictures for the album and I flipped her over again and retied her, only this time her hands were tied to stakes also and her neck was free. She seemed to need air so I removed the gag again and she panted like a dog. I gave her a drink and she begged me to let her go now that I'd had my way with her. She promised not to ever tell anybody about it if only I would release her and not hurt her anymore.

I just let her beg and looked thoughtful. While she thought I was listening and wondering if I could let her go safely I really was wondering how to best kill her. You see the only way I ever had killed anything was with a gun and I didn't have one with me. I did have my pocketknife but it only had a three inch blade and seemed kind of short.

I'd heard of strangling women but the only knowledge I had was from watching TV or the movies and mistrusted them to get it right. A large rock to her head would do it, but it just seemed crude but maybe as a last resort...

It was getting dark so I placed my hands on her throat and squeezed down. She made some awful gurgling noises and seemed to have a hard time breathing but every time I thought I was doing it right the sweat would make me slip and I would have to start over. I fooled around for fifteen minutes or so until my hands got tired and I gave up.

Looking back I really made her death long and terrible even if it was by accident. I finally just opened the knife and started sticking her, slowly and easily at first and faster and harder as I learned it was less work. Man there was blood everywhere and she wasn't even dead yet.

I'd been stabbing her mostly in the belly because I'd hit ribs at first but when I turned the blade it slipped in beween her ribs and into her chest. I could hear the blood bubbling in her lungs and see it leaking from the many wounds but still she lived. It was even leaking from her mouth and suddenly I was horny as hell again.

Ignoring the mess I climbed onto her and thrust into her for one last time. I pumped like a mad man and listened as she ran down. I could hear her heartbeat and feel her wet labored struggle for air as thrust and thrust, my cock slipping and sliding in her blood, it was increadable.

Then I shot my load and my body convulsed on top of her as I saw stars. It was an even more intense orgasm than I'd had before when I was forcing her. As I shrivled inside her she finally gave one last great gurgling moan and just quit.

I just lay there on her bloody body until it was dark. I wondered at what I had done and what would happen to me. I had raped and murdered a young girl not in rage but in cold blood and I knew my life would never be the same. At least I knew what to do with her poor abused remains.

I found a large rock and tied it to both her neck and foot and dragged her to the waters edge. As she lay there and I washed the blood off, I thought she still looked very sexy and somehow I was hard again. I tried to do her one more time but my heart wasn't really into it so I finally settled for a fast jerk off on her.

I put the rock in the boat next to her ran it out to deep water where I cut her belly open and let the rock pull her down into the dark waters. More rocks and her suitcase followed with all her stuff. A feeling of power still surged through me as I realised that I had made a person just vanish from the face of the earth and had enjoyed her first any way I wanted to. I cleaned up the beach except for the bloodsoaked sand but the lake was rising and soon would wash away the stains.

The next day I showed up at all my usual haunts and tried to act normal but I was jumpy and expected a cop to grab me at any moment, but of course nothing happened and life went on.

A few days later the bartender at my place told me Anglo was looking for me so I hunted him up. Anglo was one of the younger 'family' guys and I was pretty sure he'd already made his bones but we got along well and often drank together.

Turned out he had a small problem he hoped I could help out with. Did I know of a spot where an unwanted car could be dumped into a deep spot in the lake?

I thought for a moment and suggested that maybe that wasn't the best idea cause somebody might see the oil slick and poke around.

Did I have any other ideas on how to dispose of said car?

Ya I did and offered to drive him to an old mine shaft up on Mom's old ranch. The thing was over five hundred feet stright down and was easily big enought to fit a car down. Nice and secluded and nobody ever went there it would be perfect.

Well Anglo agreed that it was just what he was looking for and thanked me. We just sat as the sun went down and drank and bullshited. This might be a good chance to learn from somebody who knew more than I did. Very careful, not to get personal or ask for too many details - I didn't want to get asked to take a ride sometime - I steered the conversation around to general methods and things that happen with killing.

I asked Anglo if he had ever heard any of the made men talk about their work and how it was done - no names of anything like that - but I'd been hanging around them quite a while and was interested in the subject.

He asked me if I was looking for a job and I said, "Hell no, just idle interest."

Well we spent a long time together that night and I got a graduate course in murder and often used what I learned after that. Years later he made some comments to me that made me wonder if he remembered that night and had guessed at my hobby but he never asked or told anyone that I ever heard about, the family was alway s good at secrets.

My life went on as always, except every so often either I would get the urge or some babe would give me a chance that I just couldn't pass up and there would be another body in Lake Mead.

I was more careful about picking them up and got lots more creative about playing with them and expermented with different ways of killing them. I discovered the joys of fucking a bitch while she fought for air and life and found methods of extending my fun while still causing extream pain. I learned my trade well and would one day practice it around the world.

That's how it all started. You know, I wonder if that first one had just given me a blowjob or a quick piece of ass if I would have ever started hunting. Who knows, maybe all those hundreds of poor totured girls would have lived and had kids and grand kids by now.

I wonder if that little bitch's soul is bothered by the thought that it may be all her fault. Funny how things work out.