Posted by The Lizarrd on July 30, 2002 at 17:23:37:
I’ve always wanted to waste an entire sorority. Call me ambitious, but even killers have their goals in life. No one had ever done it before, and something this monumental would truly make a statement, ya know?
Of course, I couldn’t do this alone. I had to assemble a bunch of others who wanted to make history with me – especially since we weren’t just going to waste the sorority, but torture, kill and eat the girls of this secret society.
Getting my group together was no problem – let me just say there are ways to find others who want to be part of something like this. After a month of work, I had put together 8 guys who wanted to take this project on.
Then I went into research mode. I would have to find a college that wasn’t in a major city, and one that wasn’t a huge school either. If it were too urban, chances are we would be caught, and if it were too huge of a school, it would be a big house as well – I wanted a challenge not the impossible!
So I found my school, Oregon College, and I found my house, Kappa Delta Kappa. The house was exactly what I wanted – elitist, snobby and selective. Only the richest, fittest and prettiest joined. As a result the house only had 22 members – the perfect number.
After finding my house, I did more research. I found when the entire house would be away, so there would be no regular vistors, no boyfriends coming by and no meetings or other excuses for unwanted guests. Every year in September, they had an all-house retreat, where all of the girls would leave the house and go to a hotel in the city. Only they weren’t going there this time.
I marked the day on my calendar, told my ‘reparimen’ as I was calling them to come a week in advance and I would get them ready.
The month before, I watched the house, saw who came over and got their alarm code memorized. I was even able to sneak in once at night and case the house, learning which exits to seal, where the ceremony room was and more importantly where all of the telco equipment was and how to disable it.
In studying the house, I became fixated on one girl, Amy. She was gorgeous – she had shoulder length brown hair, tan skin, a curvy yet fat free body, toned with feminine muscular form and a penchant for miniskirts and halters. She had full lips and hazel eyes – she was going to be fun.
She was the vice president of the house, the president actually being an anorexic blonde waif who didn’t turn me on much. Amy was very pushy, and always got her way. She was dating several guys who didn’t know about each other and each had bought her considerable gifts. One, who was president of one of the fraternities on campus, had given her a Porche.
Another girl who caught my eye was KC, an asian girl. Her parents were owners of the largest chain of asian grocery stores in Oregon. She was of Chinese descent, and was absolutely perfect. Black hair with blonde hilights, a high and squeaky voice that was a little on the nasal side, tanned and toned – she was also going to be fun.
Unlike Amy, KC toyed with men without actually knowing what she was doing. Knowing she could get what she wanted, but not really knowing her strength she was dating one guy who spent a bit on her. KC was on the cheerleading squad for the school, but she wasn’t one of the better ones.
One thing I learned while doing my homework was that sororities have industrial-sized kitchens, not that this one was used much being that many of the girls didn’t eat a whole lot. The house had four large ovens, each that could hold a person. They also had handles above and on the door, so that they could be locked.
Everything about this operation was perfect – even the house itself. The house was very old and made of brick, but fitted with shatter resistant, double paned windows. The couldn’t break, and even better, they were sound proof.
The week before the operation, my repairmen came over and we set up camp in the apartment I had rented for cash the year before. We went over our preparations and got ready for Saturday’s ‘Repair Job.’
Saturday began at the house with all of the girls getting ready to go to the hotel. The night before, we had cut the hoses on their cars so that if they did try to escape, they couldn’t. We had in place a radio-jamming device to disable all of the cell phones once we began, and we had clippers next to the phone box and power box outside.
When I said go, one of the repairmen took the shears and cut the boxes while another turned on the jamming device. Two of the men climbed up the fire escape with nailguns and started to nail the windows shut. While they were doing this, myself and two other repairmen stormed into the front door, knocking a pretty redhead in white shorts down in the process. She saw us, marching in with shotguns and started to scream. I took out a .22 pistol (practically noiseless) and shot her square in the forehead before she could continue her scream. She dropped to the floor, her white legs flailing, kicking her flip flops into the air.
The girls on the first floor were frozen in terror.
“ALRIGHT….PLAY BY THE RULES AND NO ONE GETS HURT,” I lied. “TRY TO ESCAPE OR DISOBEY ME AND YOU’LL END UP LIKE RED OVER HERE!”
At that point all of the repairmen were in the front foyer, all weilding some kind of weapon. The two who came in with me had shotguns, one had a machete, another had a crossbow, one had an axe, and one had a cattle prod. The two others had bats.
I could see one of the girls, a blonde who I had learned was named Stacey, pissing her pants. She would be first.
“Stacey….come here,” I beckoned, smiling my evil smile that came out at moments like this.
“Wuh-huh Why?” she sobbed.
“Get Stacey,” I said to my repairmen. Two went over to her and grabbed her. She was kicking and screaming as they brought her to me.
“On her knees!” I barked. They forced her to her knees. I hadn’t noticed as much earlier, but she was truly beautiul. A little chubbier than the other girls, she made up for it with makeup. She was somewhat tan, and as they were stripping her I could see that she had tanlines. She had big tits, a nice round ass and a little paunch that jiggled when she sobbed.
“OK…say goodbye Stacey,” I said and her eyes went wide with horror. I grabbed her hair on the back of her head and took out my hunting knife. Before she could discern what was happening to her I was using the saw part of the knife to cut through her neck. She tried to scream but could only gag as her jugular was cut and she was bleeding all over the floor. Finally, I hit bone and snapped her neck, holding up her severed head to all of the girls. Some fainted, some screamed and others started swearing at me.
Stacey’s body had fallen to the floor and was going into convultions. I watched as her tits and ass jiggled back and forth, and her feet with fresh coat of nail paint kicked back and forth. Soon her body quieted.
At that point, several of my repairmen went upstairs to round up all of the girls. We were going downstairs to the ceremony room. Those of us on the first floor started to herd the girls downstairs as well.
Time for the real fun, I thought.
(…to be continued)