Sarah read the story under the "Serial Rapist-Killer Strikes Again!" headline for the tenth time. She grew wetter each time she did. She had been following this story since it first broke nearly a year before. The killer, nicknamed SRK, preyed on young attractive women in their twenties.

He tortured and raped each one before killing them and each victim was killed in a different way. Some were stabbed and gutted, some shot and a few were injected with poison. The one thing they all had in common was the fact that the victim was in a high state of sexual arousal before her demise.

They were all found with enlarged nipples and clits. Sarah, a necro-babe in all aspects, longed to be the next victim. Every night she cruised the areas where the earlier victims had been found in hopes of being found but to no avail.

She finished reading the story about the latest victim, a 22 year old who had been found with a ten inch knife buried in her cunt, and decided she would find SRK at any cost. She dressed in her sluttiest outfit, a micro miniskirt with no panties, a see through top and high heel pumps. She waited until after midnight and took a cab to the seediest part of town. She was walking through a dark alley when she suddenly felt a arm around her neck.

A voice told her to be quiet or he'd slash her throat. He started dragging her deeper into the alley towards an abandoned warehouse. Anticipation and terror raced through Sarah's veins as he roughly dragged her along. They came to the doorway of the warehouse and he produced a key that unlocked the door. He pushed her inside.

He threw a switch and dim light glowed in a twenty by twenty room that was completely unfurnished. Dark stains showed on the floor and Sarah knew it was probably blood. He looked at her, a 6'4" muscular man in his late forties, and asked "Do you know who I am?"

"You're the killer they call SRK, right?"

He smiled. "Very good. You seem to be a smart girl so you know why I'm making no effort to conceal my features, right?"

"I think so. I'm about to become victim number eleven, aren't I?"

SRK shook his head. "No, actually you're about to become victim number twelve." He opened a door attached to the room and pushed Sarah inside. "There's victim number eleven."

A beautiful long haired brunette, with firm tits and shapely legs lay naked on a table in the center of the room. There were rope burns around her neck but other than that her body was flawless. Sarah stared at her in awe. She had only fantasized of death, she had never seen a real dead body. "Go on, take a closer look."

Sarah walked over to the girl and looked into her serene looking face. "Kiss her."

Sarah turned and looked at SRK. "WHAT?"

"I said kiss her. I know you want to."

He was right, she did want to. She leaned down and pressed her lips against the dead girls cold ones. Her body tingled as they met and she could feel her thighs becoming wet. Her tongue explored past the girls lips and into her mouth.

"Now kiss her tits." Sarah moved her mouth down to the nipples which were very erect. She sucked and bit gently down on them. "Now her cunt."

Sarah didn't need to be told twice and quickly got her tongue inside the girls cold but still very wet pussy. She started working

"Okay, bitch, you're enjoying this too much. It's your turn."

Sarah turned to him. "Yes I'm ready."

The killer produced a 38 caliber handgun. He showed Sarah that it was empty and placed on bullet inside the cylinder. "You've heard of Russian Roulette?"

"Yes" she said staring at the gun.

"This is called pussy roulette. You spin the chamber, shove it up your cunt then pull the trigger. If you can do this three times without it going off then I'll let you go free."

Sarah stared at him knowing there must be a catch. She was right.

"Each time it doesn't go off though I add another bullet so by the third pull you only have a fifty/fifty chance."

He handed her the gun. She pushed it into her pussy and felt the cold steel invading her. She looked at him and he nodded. She pulled the trigger. "Click."

"Okay time for another bullet." he said taking the gun from her. He added another to the cylinder, spun it and handed it back.

She shoved it up her cunt again and closed her eyes as she pulled the trigger a second time. "Click."

"Okay, this is it. All or nothing," he added a third bullet spun it and handed it back for the final time noticing how wet the barrel was.

She took it this time and rammed it as far as she could up her little cunt. She was beginning to like the way the cold steel felt and her pussy muscles grabbed it as she began sliding it in and out. Her finger tightened on the trigger. She knew there was a very good chance it was going to go off this time. Her hips rocked as she fucked herself with the deadly weapon.

Finally with one brutal shove, she pushed the barrel as deep as it would go. 'Oh please,' she thought as her finger began pressing the trigger, 'oh please let it GO OFF!'

She pulled the trigger and a bang filled the room.

Sarah looked down and saw an exit wound just below her navel. She fell to her knees, the gun still buried in her cunt, and then fell to her stomach. Her body was in a constant orgasmic explosion. She saw SRK kneel behind her and felt a stabbing at her ass as he began fucking her.

She could feel her body slipping away but her senses were still very much alive. She felt his blast of cum rocket up her intestines as she was reaching down to the gun.

Her finger found the trigger and she pulled it again.

It fired, this time ripping off Ark's cock which was still buried in her ass. She felt the bullet rip through her abdominal cavity and as she slipped away she heard screaming in the background.

END