Posted by Murph on November 18, 2004 at 19:21:00:
The United States celebrates Labor Day on the first Monday of September. It is considered to be official end of summer. This is especially true in the Northeast where the seasons change rapidly. Labor Day 2003 was typical of most. People made the best of the day by attending barbecues and picnics. At Salisbury State Beach in Massachusetts people had come to enjoy one last day at the ocean. It was not a greatest of beach days, despite the crystal clear blue sky the air temperature struggled to reach 70. That combined with an ocean breeze kept the number of beach goers down.
It did not discourage Rebecca who was here with her cousin Kim and her aunt Cindy. Rebecca’s mother was a prosecuting attorney in Boston who specialized in rape and murder cases. She was handling a big case and had arranged to have Rebecca spend two weeks vacationing with her aunt and cousin. They had spent most of those two weeks hiking and biking. So both girls were excited when Cindy said she would take them to the beach. Rebecca was 17 years old and in a few days would be attending Wesley College. After Wesley she was already planning on going to law school. She was not only smart but also extremely beautiful. With long flowing blond hair, blue eyes and a perfect body, she turn heads wherever she went, especially today dressed in a red spandex bikini that glittered in the sunshine. Kim however was not as fortunate. She was 16, overweight and attracted very little attention. Being around Rebecca didn’t help.
As Cindy sat engrossed in a book Rebecca and Kim frolicked at the waters edge. The water seemed almost as warm as the air so they didn’t mind going into it. Besides it was Rebecca’s way of getting more attention. As the girls shrieked and chased each other Rebecca would look in the direction of the lifeguards to make sure they were watching her. She had only recently realized the effect that she had on boys. She had a very sheltered up bringing. Attended private schools for girls meant that she a limited contact with boys. The girls playfully pushed and splashed each other. The water made Rebecca’s bikini even more luminescent. Her mother would have disapproved of her suite but she was not here to scold her. Rebecca let a wave splash against her stomach and almost lost her bottoms. She turned around with a nervous giggle and was pleased to see that one of the lifeguards was watching her every move through his binoculars. She didn’t realize that someone more sinister was also watching her every move.
Behind Cindy a man was sitting on his jacket. No one paid much attention to him. No one paid attention that he was wearing shoes and was dressed in long pants and a short sleeve shirt. No one paid attention to the numerous scratches on his arms and the deep scratches on his face. Nor did anyone notice that in his hand he clutch a pair of piss stained panties. The panties were pink with small red cherries. He rubbed the silky material between his fingers as he read the label.
BODY
100% POLYESTER
LINER
100% COTTON
EXCLUSIVE OF
DECORATION
AND ELASTIC (He had no idea what the hell that meant)
MADE IN MACAU
RN60128
SIZE S/4
CARE ON REVERSE SIDE
He focused his eyes back to Rebecca and held the panties to his nostrils. The scent of a young girl was still evident.
The man’s name was Nick Taylor. He was 37. His strong build the results of many years of working out. He grew up in the North End of Boston and for most of the last 20 years he had been in and out of prison. He was released in May after doing a 12-year stint for the brutal rape of a female jogger. He very nearly kill her, in fact he thought he had. Upon his release he made his way to nearby Hampton Beach, which is just over the state line in New Hampshire. He got himself a job as a dishwasher. It paid shit but it was a skill he could do and besides no one was going to bother with a background check on a dishwasher. He rented a basement room in an alley that was only a few blocks from the restaurant. The room wasn’t much, a single bed, couch, small refrigerator for his beer, sink and a curtained area in the corner that contained a toilet and an old cast-iron tub. At the top of the wall facing the alley were two small windows. He had them covered with burlap bags so no one could look in. The rent was cheap and the rest of the money he made at the restaurant, he drank. Through the summer he had managed to keep himself out of trouble, not that easy at Hampton Beach. During the summer Hampton Beach swells with people, most of them teenage girls. Day after day he would watch them strut their stuff in the smallest of bikinis and skimpiest of outfits. From time to time he would stalk one of them but managed to fight the demons.
At noon this past Saturday he woke up with the usual hangover. He decided to walk on the strip and to try and clear his head. As always the street was filled with people, some looking for late summer bargains but most just wanting to be seen. He noticed three teenage girls coming out of a tattoo parlor. One of them in particular caught his eye. She was a petite little thing with short black hair. She was dressed in a black vinyl micro mini skirt and a white see-through blouse. Visible through the blouse was a pink bra with small red cherries. “What a fucking cunt,” he thought. He followed them hoping to get a look up the cunts skirt. When the girls stopped by a bench he moved into position. As the girl in the mini sat down he caught a glimpse of her panties. Her thighs were slightly separated so he moved in for a closer look. He could see that just like her bra, her panties were pink with small red cherries. He was so focused on the view that he didn’t notice that one of her girlfriends had seen him. “Jessie, That fucking guy is looking up your skirt”. The girl in the mini spread her legs even wider, “Hay asshole! Like what you see”, she said as she grabbed the crotch of her panties. The three girls started laughing loudly as he quickly moved away. He could here them shouting “ASSHOLE! PERVERT!”
By 4:00 PM he was back at the restaurant for another night of dishes. At the end of his shift he was informed that the season was coming to a close and they would no longer need him. He really didn’t care. He picked up a case of beer, headed back to his room and started drinking. Around 2:00 AM he decided to go for a walk and get some fresh air. As he was walking down the alley towards L Street he heard some girls doing a very bad rendition of a song by Pink, “I’m coming up, so you better get this party started.” Slipping behind a picket fence he watched them come in to view. To his surprise they were the same three girls from earlier that day. The cunt in the vinyl mini was still wearing the same little outfit. She was very drunk and hanging onto the other two. “I have to fucking piss,” she blurted out. “For fuck sake Jessie, we’ll be back in the room in five minutes.” “No, I got to go now or I’m going to piss myself.” To the side of Nick was a construction dumpster. Jessie headed towards it, “I’ll catch up with you guys” and she staggered behind it.
Nick moved to an opening in the fence that was right behind the dumpster. Jessie had no idea that there was someone lurking only three feet behind her. She squatted down hiking up her little skirt. Nick watched as her pantied covered ass came into view. Adjusting the crotch to one side she started pissing. Seconds later Jessie was startled. The headlights of a car momentarily flashed on her as it entered the street. As the car passed the dumpster it turned on flashing lights and there was a short burst of a siren, it was a police cruiser. Jessie panicked and while trying to stop herself from peeing she pulled the crotch of her panties over her pussy. She ended up pissing herself. “Aha, what the fuck,” he herd her mumble as she crouched further behind the dumpster. Nick stayed hidden behind the fence. The cops had not seen Jessie and stopped because the two other girls were stumbling and looked somewhat underage. The cops questioned the girls and looked through their pocketbooks. Nick couldn’t hear what was going on but it looked like the cops had discovered something on them. Both girls were handcuffed and placed in the back of the cruiser.
A cop noticed one of the girls glance towards the dumpster. He pointed his flashlight and walked slowly in that direction. Nick could see Jessie’s legs trembling as she backed up through the opening in the fence. He quickly grabbed her from behind. His left arm pinned both her arms to her skinny waist. His right hand covered most of her mouth and face. As he pulled her back behind a bush he whispered in her ear, “Make one fucking sound and I’ll snap your fucking neck.” The cop fanned the beam of his flashlight between the dumpster and the fence, before focusing the light on a large wet spot. “Add urinating in public,” he yelled to his partner and headed back to the cruiser. Nick watched the taillights of the cruiser go up the street. He couldn’t believe it, they had literally handed her to him on a platter.
Jessie, realizing her predicament made a feeble attempt to break his grip. She tried kicking his shins and spun around trying to wiggle out. Nick punched her hard in the back of the head. The blow knocked her unconscious and she fell to the ground. Nick picked her up and placed her over his shoulder. He also grabbed a handbag that she had dropped when he grabbed her. There was some more drunks making their way up the street but the alleyway to his room was empty. Before anyone noticed he slipped back into the alley with his victim. Back in his room he dumped Jessie still unconscious body face up on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed admiring her body and catching his breath. He moved her face from side noticing how pretty she actually was. A trickle of blood was coming out from her split lip. She must have bitten it when he punched her. He ran his hand down her blouse stopping to give her tits a squeeze (they didn’t feel quite right). His hand continued over her stomach and on to her little skirt. He liked the feel of the vinyl. He pulled up the hem of the skirt looked at her wet panties. “Stupid bitch, I thought you pissed yourself?” He remembered back to what she had said earlier in the day when he was caught looking up her skirt. “Yes, I do like what I see,” and he slapped and rubbed her cunt through the wet material.
“Let’s see what you got in the bag,” and he dumped the contents on to her stomach. A pint bottle of vodka that was just about empty, “You know this stuff will kill you,” he said whipping it across the room. He threw the rest aside as he examined it, $35 in cash, three condoms. Some pills that looked like they were recreational in nature, two joints and two ID’s. One of the ID's was from University of Vermont with the name Amanda Nolan. “This says your 21 years old. You don’t look 21.” He held the ID to her face. “Hell, it doesn’t even look like you. You wouldn’t be trying to get away with your sisters ID, now would you?” The other ID was a Vermont Driver’s License. He held that to her face, “now that’s more like you. Jessica Nolan, Burlington Vermont. It says here that your date of birth is 9/2/1985. Holy shit that means you’ll be 18 on Tuesday. Let me be the first to wish you a happy birthday. I have a present for you but first we will have to get you out of the clothes.” After first removing his own clothes he began to strip her. He ripped her blouse apart popping all the buttons in the process. As he removed her bra he noticed that it was padded and really padded. What he thought were going to be nice pert tits were tiny. They looked more like a large nipple on top of a small mound. No matter, he tweaked them anyway. He unzipped her vinyl mini skirt and slid it off, then came the shoes and socks. “Ok, let’s get you out of those wet panties.” He was pleased as he pulled her pants off. Her pussy was totally bald. His fingers explored the soft skin of her mound. He spread her slit exposing her two small puckered lips. Spreading even more exposed the moist pink opening to her cunt. As his finger entered her tight cunt he felt her flinch.
She caught him off guard with how quickly regained conscious. She started trashing and began to scream. He had to shut her up. He gripped her throat, squeezing tight enough to silence her. She grabbed his wrists with her hands but she was not strong enough to release his grip. Her nails clawed at his arms and face. Evan as she trashed about he managed to slip his cock into her tight pussy. Her trashing meant that she was doing all the work. She gurgled and chocked and at the same time squirmed and jerked on his cock. He looked into her widening brown eyes and smelled her fear. Tears started running down her cheeks. She began kicking his legs with her feet and pounding his sides with her fists. It only added to his enjoyment. As he watched her tongue protrude her fight began to wane. Her kicking and pounding got slower and slower and finally stopped. Her body gave one more violent shutter as she ceased to exist. He let go of her neck and pulled and squeezed her little tits. He rammed his cock harder and harder before finally exploding his cum deep within her. He lay inside her for a while just looking at her pretty dead face.
As he rolled off her he realized that she had soiled the sheets. He couldn’t really blame her. However, he was not done with her yet, after all he had waited months, no years for this. It was going to be a long night and he grabbed another beer. First he had to clean her up. He filled the tub, making sure the water was nice and warm. He wiped the crap off Jessie; carefully picked her up and just as carefully lowered her into the water (he didn’t want to get her hair too wet). Funny thing was, he was being more gently with her now than he had been when she was alive. He got into the tub with her. The good thing about these old tubs was that there was plenty of room in them, not that she took up much space. Taking a bar of soap and a rag he began to wash her. He started with her face, he decided that she looked cute with her eyes wide open and her tongue sticking out, so he left her that way. He washed the blood from her lip and moved to her neck and arms. He ran the soap slowly over her little tits and began to examine them more closely. At first he was disappointed when saw her tits but they were beginning to grow on him. They felt silky and firm as gently played with them. He moved the soap down her tummy and over her mound. He fingered her slit on the way to her asshole, “got to clean you up good back here.” When he was done washing her he turned her so her ass was facing him. Spreading her cheeks he once again lathered her asshole, this time for lubrication. It took several tries but finally got his cock into her tight hole. As he fucked her ass he fondled her little tits. It didn’t take long this time before he spewed his load. “Only one opening left but first some beer and re-gather my strength.” He left her to soak in the tub for a bit while he took care of other business.
He dumped the soiled sheets from the bed and flipped the mattress. He went back to Jessie, removed her from the tub, toweled her off and placed her on the couch. For the next part he wanted her dressed back up. He picked up her panties from the floor, they were still a little damp but he didn’t think she mind. He put them on her and the vinyl skirt. He was going to put her bra back on but decided he liked looking at her little tits, so he left her nude on top. He sat her on his lap with her head resting against his, then cracked open another beer. He gave her a sip but the beer just ran down her chin. “Let me get that for you,” he said licking her chin and tongue. As he began to make out with her corpse he could feel his cock stiffen against her vinyl skirt. “Ok, now for that other opening I was talking about.” He lay down on the mattress and rotated her on top of him into the sixty-nine position. He slipped his cock into her mouth to the back of her throat. His face was between her thighs, his nose against the crotch of her panties. He rubbed her skirt and panties and fingered her pussy as he slowly fucked her mouth. The scraping of her teeth against his cock felt so good. As he shot his load into her mouth he drifted off to sleep.
Hours passed, morning faded into afternoon before he finally started wakening. His placid dick was still in her mouth. He was very groggy, small red cherries came slowly into view. He started shivering, the weight of her cold dead body was pinning him down. Fly’s were buzzing around his face and landing on her ass. “What, what the Fuck,” he flipped her off him over the edge of the bed. She landed on the floor with a loud thud. He jumped up franticly brushing of his body. He looked down at her, she was already a little bloated, her face no longer pretty. He stripped off her panties before sliding her body under the bed.
By now the two other girls parents had come and bailed them out. They had discovered that Jessica had not made it back to the motel room. It would take a little more to convince the Hampton Beach police that she was missing and not simply shacking up with someone. Nick didn’t think there was much use in trying to dispose of the body; after all he didn’t even own a car. He knew that there was enough of his DNA in all of her cavities to implicate him. In the early hours of Monday morning he left his room. He slammed the door behind him, as he did so, one of the burlap bags fell from the window (hours later someone passing by would notice Jessie’s leg sticking out from under the bed). He walked down 1A towards Massachusetts. Once he got into Salisbury he headed to the beach, knowing that it was only a matter of time before he was caught.
People started arriving as he walked down to the state beach. It was at this time that he first spotted Rebecca. Her beauty struck him, she reminded him of someone but he couldn’t think of whom. She was coming on to the beach with some fat chick and an older woman. When they picked a spot he settled in behind them. He watched as they laid out their chairs and blankets. She was stunning, wearing a jean jacket and shorts, her long blond hair flowing in the breeze. She looked so familiar, like he had seen her before but where? The sight of her stripping to her glittering bikini aroused him even more; he knew he had to have her.
He watched her parade around in her sexy suit, arousing everyone’s attention. Kim snapped pictures while Rebecca posed like a little temptress. She felt so free, enjoying what life had rewarded her.
Over the next few hours he patiently stalked his prey. When they walked the beach he followed from a distance. When they returned to their blankets he settled in behind them.
He heard Rebecca announce that she was going to the bathroom. Kim and Cindy glanced from their books and just nodded. Rebecca put on her jean jacket and headed for the long wooden walkway that would take her through the dunes and onto the bathrooms. She hesitated as she passed Nick, this was the first time she had giving him a good look. It dawned on her that he had been hanging around all day and what were all the scratches? An uneasy feeling came over her but the urge to pee was strong. She thought for a second about going in the water but it took so long to warm up last time. She glanced back at Kim and Cindy, buried in their books. She decided that he was just a homeless bum and she was letting her imagination get the best of her. Besides it was broad daylight and he didn’t look like he was paying any attention to her, she continued on.
His heart pounding, Nick hurried down the walkway. Surveying the surroundings as he went. Rebecca was just entering the ladies room. People on the walkway were all heading towards the beach. The people in the parking lot were oblivious to what was about to happen. Rebecca closed the stall door, dropped her pants to her knees and squatted making sure her ass didn’t touch the seat. As she relieved herself the adjacent stall door slammed shut. No legs were visible when she glanced under the stall. The hair on the back of her neck rose up as a chill went down her spine. She rose quickly dribbling some pee in to her pants as she hurriedly pulled them back up. Her heart stopped as she opened the door. He was standing there in front of her. “This, this is the ladies room,” she murmured. Realizing that she was in danger, she quickly kicked him in the balls. He dropped to his knees and felt the bile rising in his throat. Her fingers shot towards his eyes and barely missed their target. She ran to the door, it was locked. In her panic she did not realize that he had bolted it. As she screamed for help a hand grasped her mouth and pulled her back, she bit into his fingers. Pulling on her jacket he pulled her to the floor. As she struggled her jacket came off. She kicked and clawed with all her might and tried again to claw his eyes. Unlike Jessie, Rebecca was one hell of a fighter. Using her bikini top for leverage he flipped her on her back. He grabbed her hair and slammed her head again and again off the floor. Her eyes roll back as he momentarily took some of the fight out of her.
She lay there dazed, her top pushed up exposing her firm young tits. He quickly undid the top and wrapped it around her neck. She started kicking again as he yanked her up by the neck. He pulled her over to the mirror. There was something in the way the reflection caught her face. “The fucking lawyer!” The resemblance was uncanny. She looked the splitting image of the bitch that had put him away. He fucking hated her. Day after day in court she had humiliated him. He spent the first five years in prison fantasying about killing her. Every night as he went to sleep he would kill her. He killed her in so many ways. He hung her, shot her, beheaded her and killed her in everyway he could think of. One of his favorites was doing what he was doing right now, chocking her slowly to death in front of a mirror so she could witness her own murder. He had no way of knowing that through a cruel twist of fate, Rebecca was standing in for her mother.
He twisted the bikini top tighter and tighter around Rebecca’s neck. Her wild trashing began to wane. Holding her top taunt with one hand he undid his pants. His throbbing cock sprang forward against her bikini cover ass, pre come oozing onto the shiny pants. Rebecca’s eyes grew wider as she watched her death. Her tongue darting for air, she could not understand what was happening. She watched his hand explore her breasts, tweaking her erect nipples; no one else had touched them before. She watched his hand as it rubbed her mound and then removed her briefs. His hand returned, exploring the soft blond tuft of hair. Fingers parted her swelling lips. She watched as his cock appeared between her thighs and entered the wetness of her pussy. His cock penetrated the thin membrane of her hymen. She would not die a virgin. She could see her blood run down his trusting shaft. She felt it strange that she could be dieing and still enjoy this sensation in her groin. She saw her image fade and felt spasms in her pussy, then all went black.
He relaxed his grip. Rebecca dropped slowly to her knees, her ass settled above her heels. As he lowered her forward her tits came to rest on her knees. Her head lay sideways on the floor. With her ass in the air, blood and cum oozed from her pussy, eyes staring blankly across the floor. Displayed this way for all to see was a final humiliation.
Nick rushed out to a gathering crowed, his pants soaked in blood. Kim and Cindy rushed into the restroom, followed by wailing screams. The Hampton Beach Police had already issued an APB for the murder of Jessie. As he ran he heard the cries from the crowed “Murderer! Murderer!” The lifeguards radioed his location. In the distance he could see the flashing lights from a convoy of cruisers. He turned and ran the other way.
In front of him the Merrimack River entered the Atlantic Ocean. To his left was the ocean itself. To his right the marsh was deep in high tide. Behind him from the surrounding towns were at least twenty cops. Half of them were summer Rent A Cops. Guns drawn, they franticly yelled at him to get down on the ground. He overheard one of them say, “we’ll have to get the feds in on this one.” It suddenly dawned on him, two murders in two states. He would end up in a federal prison and most likely get the death penalty. They kept yelling for him to get down on the ground. “FUCK THIS,” he screamed. He grabbed something out of his pocket and pointed it towards the cops. “He’s got a gun,” and with that a barrage of shots rang out. The first bullet ripped through his shoulder shattering his collarbone. Another bullet hit him above the left knee and another nicked his ear. Finally several bullets found their mark in the center of his chest. His heart exploding as he dropped to the ground. The cops slowly approached his crumpled body and went to kick the gun from his hand. There was no gun; only Jessie’s piss stained panties. Of the 70 or so shots that were fired only 10 hit him, several by standards on the beach were injured. A Labor Day they’ll all remember.