History 2

Her name was Nancy, and she was in my Intro to Physics class, along with about two hundred other strangers. I watched her a lot during class (come on, what else is there to do in a college physics lecture). She had short brown hair, full lips, small but perky tits, and an ass that looked like two bowling balls defying gravity. I loved watching her walk in and take her seat. Poetry in motion.

I watched her out of class as well. I got to know where she went, how long she stayed there, and who her friends were. One Saturday night, when her roommate was out of town visiting her parents, she went bar hopping with the girls. She wore a thin black babydoll tee and white tights that showed off that butt of hers. When she came home, she was totally shitfaced. And I was already there, watching from inside her apartment.

She passed out on the bed, face down. And I went to work.

I carefully tied her ankles and wrists to the bedposts, making sure not to wake her. Although, to be honest, a high school marching band wouldn't have awaken her. I was being especially daring that night. Although I was wearing gloves and one of those clean suits you wear in labs, I had modfied it so I could get my condom covered junk out at the right time. I had shaved every inch of my body except for my head, which was under the suit's hood.

I slipped a cord around her neck ever so gently, and then, like riding a horse, I entered her from behind.

She didn't wake up at first. If I were a lesser man, I probably could have just fucked her and she never would have known. Maybe if the dark storm inside me weren't wailing so strong, I might have left it at that.

But not this time.

I began to twist the cord around her neck in time with my thrusts, and that's when she started to stir. She never really had a chance, of course. Waking up in a drunken fog while someone chokes the life from you? She probably didn't have any idea what was happening until it was too late.

She started to buck wildly, trying to throw me off, but I held on even tighter. I came explosively and twisted as hard as I could, finishing her off. She shuddered a bit more, then was still.

The sex had been great, I'm not going to kid you about that. But it wasn't what really got me off. It was feeling her life pass between my fingers, that was the real thrill. That was what the Dark Storm wanted, and that is what it fed on.

I zipped the suit up, leaving the condom on, and made sure everything I had brought was accounted for. In passing the kitchen, I opened the fridge and tossed back a Corona, then added the bottle to my gear.

I saw this as a big event in my life. My first fully planned and executed killing. Something to savor. I opened a large duffle bag that I had brought for this purpose, and carefully squeezed Nancy into it. She wasn't terribly big, so it was pretty simple. And, although I may have been small when I dealt with Dean, I was a decent sized college boy. I was able to carry her out with no problem.

Nancy joined the ever growing ranks of the Missing. There was the usual search and media circus, but they never found her. I know. She's still in my personal collection.