Posted by Barbanne on October 05, 2004 at 01:02:35:
I didn't kill her.
I didn't really....well....
I did kill her I suppose but I didn't mean to.
You've got to believe me, you've got to.
Her name was Belinda, I think, and we met at Sappho's Bar and came back to my place to fool around a bit and she unbuttoned her shirt to let me kiss and suckle her tits and she'd had quite a lot to drink I think, and we got sort of physical and she fell backwards and hit her head on the glass topped coffee table and there you are see, she was dead.
I checked for a pulse and stuff and nothing was happening. For her it was all over. She'd had her ticket cancelled if you get what I mean.
Her shirt was gaping open and her bra was pushed up and her tits were squooshing out.
She had big tits, I mean BIG tits. Big, round, soft and bouncy.
But then she was a big girl. Big tall I mean, way bigger than me. Long legs, long arms, beautiful flanks. She was quite gorgeous.
And she was quite totally dead. And she was laid out on my living room floor.
Guessed I should probably tell someone, like maybe the police, after all it was an accident, a horrible accident. But then I had only just gotten out of gaol two months ago, OK, so I wasn't in for murder or anything, just for being involved in a porno scam but did I really want to phone up my mates in blue and introduce them to Belinda's corpse?
I thought not.
I'd have to get rid of her and I didn't want anyone working out who she was or where she'd been, at least not for a while. I mean the cops are good at that detecting stuff and giving them a stiff with a driver's license, well that was plain stupid.
I'd have to strip her naked, get rid of anything that might identify her, jewellery all that sort of stuff.
I'd read that if you truly wanted to make it hard you should bash their teeth out and cut off their finger tips.
Yukko! Puke, I wasn't doing that, no way.
Stripped nudo would do for me.
I went and got some plastic cleaning gloves and put them on and got a big black plastic drawstring garbage bag and carried it out to where poor old Belinda was lying, stretched out, stiffening up.
I took off her shoes and put them in the bag and then her shirt and unzipped her skirt and dumped that into the bag and then I popped her bra, the one that was scrunched up, and tossed it in and then slid her silky panties off of her long legs and chucked them. I wasn't keeping anything of hers I'd trash it later when I got rid of her.
I removed her watch, it was a cheapo, and her earrings and two rings and a toe ring and put the lot in my garbage bag.
Belinda was naked and pretty much unadorned and splayed out in front of me there on the carpet.
Where she'd hit her head she'd leaked a little blood and I scrubbed that out of the carpet using a bottle of spot remover the carpet cleaning guy had left here last year.
I bundled up the plastic bag with Belinda's clothes and stuff, including her handbag which I'd found where she put it down when she came in and carried it down and put it in the boot of my car.
I came back and stood there staring at this big, naked, girl's body laid out like a dead fish exactly where I'd left her.
I got my hands under her shoulders and lifted.
Jeez I nearly pooped myself.
She was heavy and she wasn't co-operating. A real dead weight. A log.
I bent over her and kissed her cold lips.
Ooooower, creepy but exciting. I sniffed at her.
Perfume, somewhat stale.
Body odour, also stale and like drying sweat, feral but nice.
Death. A smell like nothing else, like death.
Cold, all over, life extinct, hinting of the grave, hinting of corruption. Corruption and sex.
I licked her dead breasts and found myself getting aroused, aroused and turned on by this big, beautiful corpse.
I slid my fingers inside my panties and inside my slit and burying my face in Belinda's breasts I kissed and tongued and rubbed.
I orgasmed, messing my panties.
I tried again to lift Belinda's shoulders.
Shit she was heavy and it was all I could do to get her head and upper body off the floor. Her head rolled loosely back on her neck and her mouth gaped open.
I heaved backwards and we went about a half a metre. Struth she was heavy. This wasn't going to work and even if I did get her going she'd be leaving heaps of dna stuff all over my carpet.
Had to think of something else.
I repositioned myself at her feet (strike me they were huge) and grabbing her ankles lifted and tugged.
We went nowhere. Nope there had to be another way.
I went and got a blanket from my linen cupboard and laid it out beside Belinda and then slid and rolled her naked body onto it. I got hold of a bunch of the blanket and her arms, hooking my hands into her armpits, and lifted and tugged. Belinda's head rolled around helplessly but together we moved and I slowly hauled her over to the door to the landing.
It was a struggle. I'm small and built for comfort (and love) not speed or strength and Belinda was a big girl and her body weighed a tonne and dead weight at that. I got her to the door and out onto the landing and now I was terrified that someone would come out and catch me dragging a naked corpse down to the car park but all the doors were dark and it was late and so, trying to control my wild breathing and my rapidly beating heart, I got Belinda under the armpits, lifted her level with my chest and dragged her downstairs. Fortunately the stairs were concrete and although her bare heels thumped on every step it was a muffled thump and not likely to cause anyone to come looking. We boomped around the mid landing and the smell of her rather cheap perfume and quite strong BO filled my nostrils and, even though she was dead, I was surprised to realise that her body scents were still strong although overlaid with the early putrefying odour of violent death. Leaning her against the wall on the bottom landing I popped the door and then dragged her out into the darkened car spaces under the building.
Damn I had forgotten my car keys.
I rolled Belinda's body into the blanket and slid her into the shadows beside my car space.
I ran back up the stairs and got my keys and galloped back down and opened the boot of my car. Bending my knees and doing everything I had read you should do when lifting heavy weights I hauled Belinda up into my arms and dumped her in the boot and closed the lid as quietly as I could.
I ran back upstairs and did a quick ckeck of my apartment and then went back down and started the car and drove slowly out and onto the boulevarde.
I had to get rid of Belinda's effects and I had to get rid of Belinda.
I had often thought of what I would do if faced with the task of disposing of a body and had the perfect spot in mind.
I drove through the night until I had left the city far behind. I knew I couldn't get the car as close as I would like because of the safety fence that had been erected after that accident with the school kids two years back. As I pulled up beside the fence my dashboard clock was showing two fifteen am. I parked on the grass verge making sure the hand brake was securely engaged. I got out and opened the boot lid and wrestled Belinda out. I stripped off the blanket (I'd wash that later) and hosited her onto the fence. It was a chain mesh thing about a metre and a half high and she looked kinda cute in the moonlight doubled over the top rail, her asshole winking at the sky. Grabbing her feet I tipped her over onto the other side and scrambled after her. I got a'hold of her ankles and using all my strength hauled her over to the edge. Her nude body glowed white in the pale light of the full moon. Together we teetered on the edge of the old open cut mine pit and I peered down into the darkened abyss.
Fifty metres below I knew lay the surface of the ten metre deep black pool that rainwater had created in the old mine.
I lifted Belinda up so that she slumped in my arms her naked breasts pressing flaccidly against mine. I kissed her dead mouth.
"Bye bye friend," I whispered, then gripping her shoulders I pushed her back and outward.
Several seconds seemed to pass and then splash!
I imagined her soft, dead body sinking down to lie in the slimy muck ten metres below the surface of the horrid blackness.
I climbed back over the fence and drove home.
On the way I dumped the bag with her stuff in an industrial bin making sure it was hidden under other trash.
At home I put the blanket, Belinda's shroud, in the machine and set it to a long cycle.
Then I showered and went to bed.
Tonight I'd meet someone new.
Must try and not kill this one.