Posted by BlueLips on March 16, 2009 at 17:13:41:
Melinda heard a familiar moan through the wall, and the bed in the neighboring bedroom squeaked rhythmically. She rolled her eyes. Sylvie was going at it again.
Melinda was on her bed trying to read. At first, she had ignored Sylvie's little games, but after about a week, Melinda realized her new roommate *liked* the fact that Melinda could hear her masturbating. Melinda considered herself open-minded, but she was taking a long break from relationships, and this was an annoyance she didn't need.
Worse, Sylvie had hoped Melinda would join her. When the two had breakfast before going out to their respective jobs, Sylvie kept trying to encourage Melinda to have her own play time on the other side of the wall. Melinda kept telling her no, with increasing levels of irritation. Early on, Melinda had thought about giving it a try, but Sylvie's porn sounds just turned her off, plus, she wasn't into women. With Sylvie around, Melinda was the least horny she'd been in years.
The squeaking got faster. Predictably, Sylvie went into her routine. Melinda heard the muffled high squeaks through the wall: "Ooo ... Ooooh.... OOOOH!" Then the bed's rhythm broke and turned into a lot of random creaking, indicating Sylvie's orgasm.
About time, Melinda thought. Then there was a new sound: "HuuuUUHHH!" It was a cross between a shriek and a cough.
Melinda looked up from her book. That didn't sound familiar. Then she heard "Hhgggggkkkkkkkkkhhhhh!!" It was a rattling kind of sound, definitely human but very strange, and it stopped abruptly. Then the bed creaked randomly again, as if Sylvie were having another orgasm.
What is she doing? Melinda thought, as the sounds stopped. She wouldn't put it past Sylvie to be trying something ridiculous and kinky.
Melinda almost asked aloud if Sylvie was okay, but then she heard the bed springs start up again, creak, creak, creak, in tempo. God, another one? Melinda shut her book and sighed. Might as well take a shower. She disrobed and walked out of her bedroom, naked, to the bathroom, thinking about when she would have time to find a new apartment.
* * *
A few minutes earlier, Sylvie was naked on her back, legs dangling over the side of her bed. She laid in near darkness, the room lit by a full moon coming through the closed blinds.
Her long hair splashed out underneath her head as she closed her eyes and fiddled with her clitoris. She stroked her large breasts lightly, trying not to disturb the implants inside. She also ran a finger over a nipple, but it wasn't as sensitive there as it was before the operation. "Ohhh," she moaned, loud enough for Melinda to hear.
Sylvie still enjoyed her solo sessions and she loved making Melinda listen. It turned her on. One day, Melinda would come around and play along, Sylvie thought. Just have to be sexy enough. The bed squeaked its familiar rhythm as she got to work, eyes closed, hand moving frantically. She felt the tingling start, deep inside her. She kept going.
This one built nice and slow. Sylvie held back for as long as she could before feeling herself start to peak. She squeaked in high, whispery tones: "Ooo ... Ooooh.... OOOOH!" She came hard, her body shaking, her legs rubbery.
When it was done Sylvie was smiling softly. She slowly opened her eyes ... and saw someone standing over her.
Before she could react, he had brought the metal spike, like an icepick, down, with both hands. It landed between her breasts with a soft chunking sound.
"HuuuUUHHH!" Sylvie squealed, exhaling sharply at the sudden pain. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't draw in her breath.
The man pushed down hard, and the pick found its way between ribs and into her chest cavity. Sylvie's eyes and mouth opened wide in horror as she felt the metal penetrating her. Her body was screaming with adrenaline, but she was so stunned by the sudden, intense pain that she couldn't make a sound. All she managed was a loud, short rattling sound as she tensed and her diaphragm pushed the last of the air from her lungs. "Hhgggggkkkkkkkkkhhhhh!!"
Sylvie went into shock, her body twitching madly, the bedsprings squeaking underneath her. Her fake breasts wobbled awkwardly. Finally she spasmed sharply, then her body relaxed in death.
The man stood over her, panting. A small flow of blood was emerging from the spike, trickling down her side onto the bed.
He waited. No sound from the roommate. He quickly undid his trousers and studied the girl under him, her eyes wide is surprise and horror, yet staring blankly at nothing. He squeezed her breasts and then worked his cock into her bald, sopping wet pussy. It pushed in easily. He started pumping, the bed creaking.
He'd closed the door behind him as he entered the room quietly during Sylvie's session. Now he heard Melinda get up and leave her room. He stopped. He heard another door open, probably the bathroom. He relaxed and started pumping again. When he heard the shower start, he knew he'd have time to enjoy himself.
He watched Sylvie's body move in small pulses with each thrust. He kept pumping, stopping a few times to suck the nipple of her unbloodied tit. Finally, he was close. He pumped faster and faster, then came inside the girl's corpse.
He pulled out and quickly got his trousers back on. He could still hear the shower. He took a minute to compose himself, then grabbed at the spike in Sylvie's chest and pulled, twisting, to remove it. A small burst of blood followed it and flowed off of her, onto the bed.
The shower turned off. The man opened Sylvie's closet, tossing the spike onto the floor. He spied a pink silk robe hanging. Perfect. He removed the sash from the robe, then opened Sylvie's bedroom door and waited.
* * *
Melinda felt better after her shower. She toweled off, looking into the fogged mirror to see the ghost image of her slender body, her firm breasts.
She wrapped the towel around her and stepped out of the bathroom. Down the hall, she could see Sylvie's door open, the light off.
Wonder if she went clubbing or something, Melinda thought. She walked down the hall, not thinking anything in particular, just curious if Sylvie was gone.
She got to Sylvie's room and saw a man in the doorway.
"EEEK!" Melinda shrieked in surprise. At the same time the man charged forward and pushed her hard against the hallway wall, knocking the breath from her. He punched her stomach. Melinda grunted loudly. "UNNH!!"
He pushed her head back against the wall with a hard WHUMP. Melinda was dazed. Her eyes snapped open in horror to see her attacker. His hands were fiddling around her neck ....
Melinda came to her senses too late, realizing he was tying the silken robe sash around her. He pulled tight and pushed forward. Melinda had just enough time to register a small scream that was cut off. "AAIEE-ekhhhhh!"
Melinda swallowed. She couldn't breathe. Tiny rasps and wheezes escaped her throat. She clutched at the sash but it was so tight she couldn't get her fingers under it. The man savored the way her arms squashed her breasts as she struggled.
Then, holding the sash, he threw her across the hallway, knocking her against Sylvie's doorway. This got her positioned properly. She barely had time to react before he was behind her, now pulling the garotte tight again. "Erhhhhh," was all she managed before the air was cut off again.
Now she could see Sylvie, on the bed, the trail of blood going under one breast and spilling onto the floor. Melinda was horrified. She screamed and screamed, but no sound came out. If only she could make a sound, get help from a neighbor. She let go of the sash and began flailing her arms, looking for anything to grab onto.
Suddenly she realized that she recognized the man attacking her. He was the man who lived downstairs, the quiet one who helped the apartment manager. He'd probably gotten a key to the house, probably let himself in just now...
The man pushed her forward and forced her to the bed. He pushed her down, right onto Sylvie's corpse. Melinda couldn't close her eyes with the pain of her strangulation. She was forced to look into Sylvie's wide, dead eyes. Terror filled Melinda's soul. She bucked and struggled, but it was no use.
Melinda's tongue was forcing its way out of her mouth. Her eyes were wide and bulging. She kept clawing at the garotte but was having trouble feeling anything in her fingertips. The pain in her lungs was unbearable. Bright spots began appearing in her field of vision. No, she screamed inside her head, desperately. No! No!
Everything faded in a haze of agony, slowly. Melinda's body convulsed. Her trembling hands let go of the sash and flailed, slapping Sylvie's body. The man held the sash tight as Melinda tensed and quivered in its last unconscious struggle. Then she spasmed violently, and she was still.
The man tied the sash into a bow and flipped Melinda over to admire her breasts, smaller than Sylvie's but just right. He sucked her tits, then put her back face-down on Sylvie. He turned Melinda's head to the side to see her lovely dead eyes, wide open and bloodshot and looking upwards. Her blackened tongue still stuck out, and her mouth was wide open. He pushed Sylvie's breast into Melinda's dead mouth just for amusement, then let go.
He took his pants off and adjusted Melinda's hips just right to get at her vagina. He slipped his hard cock in. She seemed just a little wet, almost as if she'd gotten off on being strangled. He fucked her from behind, pushing her forward so her dead face was even with Sylvie's. He stared at the two dead girls' faces as the pleasure welled up, and he came hard inside Melinda.
He got dressed and walked out, just
like that, leaving the bodies as they were. He had already made plans
to disappear to another state, far away. Just like he had done last
time.