Posted by Ripper X on July 23, 1999 at 05:55:34:
I write for Femmes Obscure, we cater to the folks who are more interested in the story then seeing pictures!
I feel like I am cheating on Femmes, but I am under heavy fire!
Sam please don't put this tale in your archives.
This message will go away so it isn't a problem!
I am not just an asshole but I do write too!
I submit to you for your approval, Thieves Of Light!
The old gas lamps flickered upon the red brick road, the dim light only snuffled by the thick fog that
made the streets dark and eerie. Large shadows cast long and as thick as flesh upon the ancient
buildings, seeming to try to reach out for her, as she rushed along as quickly as possible, her coat
hugged tightly against her. The high heals of her shoes clicked noisily against the abandoned streets,
echoing off through the distance.
It wasn't smart to be walking alone at this time of night. The killings were becoming more frequent,
yet she couldn't afford to let some psycho stop her from getting her job done. If anything, whoever it
was that was clutching the throat of the city in a wave of mass panic and fear only made her job all
the easier. She glanced around as she spotted a Mickey up in the distance. He was just doing his
rounds, the police force had expanded since the murders started four months ago. No leads, and no
suspects, needless to say the law was getting awfully emotional.
Petra waited as the cop disappeared, certain that the streets were empty as she stepped over to a
sewage drain and tossed a bloody antique razor down the small, steaming opening. She stood up
and made sure that she wasn't seen. That would really put a damper on her career if she got caught
dropping a bloody razor, she could already see the headlines.
Ripper Captured! Everyone buzzing about the surprise of the Ripper being a female, but she would
be exposed the second that he struck again. As of yet, nobody suspected her.
That is what she loved about the entire thing. She blended in so perfectly, and then out of nowhere
she strikes them when they are at their weakest. She had been quite fortunate in the game of taking
advantage of everything. It was not just a benefit of her craft. To her it was a fine form of art. Set the
trap, bait it, and wait until the prey stepped inside, then . . . SNAP! Off popped their heads and you
just let the police worry about the mess.
Everyone knew of the name Petra, yet no one assumed that a woman was capable of the acts of
violence that the name was infamous for. Her last employer thought that she was just the running
secretary for the almighty Petra. She met him in an old garage located on the East Side of town. The
guy was nervous, and too sensitive, yet most people who decide to put a hit out on somebody else
are usually a little on the edgy side. She had no problem excepting that, it went with the territory.
Petra just walked casually in and kept her distance, just in case he turned out to me a detective.
"Who are you?" He yelled, looking at her in a way that did not even try to cover his displeasure,
being forced to dealing with a woman instead of a cold-blooded killer, "I have business with Petra!
Not a woman!"
"Your wishes will be heard by Petra sir." She had said, smirking at his ignorance.
That was the hardest part about her job, having to fight the desire to blow away your employer.
Once in a while she gave in, but push hadn't come to shove . . . yet. It took him awhile before he
finally realized that he had no other choice but to talk to her. He gave her twenty-five thousand
dollars, and tomorrow he'll pay the rest to her.
She had a good time with this one though.
It was a woman, the gentlemen's secretary to be exact. A pretty American girl named Therese.
Apparently the gentleman had some feelings for the girl, but her intentions and his collided when she
fell deeply in love with him. Soon she quit begging him to divorce his wife, and that if he didn't tell her
about their little affair, then she would.
Needless to say, he didn't want her doing that and made the decision to quiet her up before she went
out and did something rash.
Therese was right where he had told her that she could find her, at the Pub sipping a few drinks in
the corner, so depressed and feeling utterly alone.
"You mind if I sit, Miss." She said as she looked around the full house, "You look like you need
somebody to talk to anyway."
Therese just nodded as pushed the opposite chair away from the table with her foot.
Petra grabbed the chair and sat, making certain that the look of concern for the girl never left her
face.
"Are you okay?"
Therese nodded in assurance, but she was unable to hide the hints of her despair from the eyes of
someone whose life evolved around reading people.
"Do not even try lying to me." Petra told her, "I can spot a fib a mile away, now why don't you just
tell me what is wrong?"
"Oh why bother," sighed the girl as she looked away and took a sip from her drink, "You can't help
me."
"Oh, you must be having problems with a man." She said, taking a sip of her own drink.
"I can't help you, no. But I do know that it always feels better to get those feelings out of yourself,
sweetie."
It took her a lot of subtle badgering before she got Therese to talk, but Petra didn't mind, she had to
keep her there until after dark anyway.
In a few hours, Therese was pretty drunk. The conversation soon changed from her sadness into idle
chat and Therese was giggling away.
"I have to go!" She said as she realized how late it was getting.
"You can't just leave me sitting here all alone now can you?" Petra questioned, it wasn't late enough
yet.
"Oh, I love chatting with you. But there's that killer prowling the streets. It's not safe walking alone at
night, you should know that."
"Don't worry, I say we walk home together." Petra said, giving her a reassuring wink, "I really don't
think that he would attack the two of us if we stick together. Where do you live?"
"White Chapel." She laughed.
"So do I!" Petra lied, "I am surprised that we never met before."
"Oh we probably have, just didn't notice."
It worked, she stayed there until eleven o'clock, then they departed, walking hand in hand down the
streets of white chapel, giggling all the way and screaming at every little noise that they heard, like
girls in a spook house.
Petra jumped as she heard a noise that pulled her back into reality with a violent jerk. She scanned
the cold streets, feeling the presence of eyes upon her. She saw no movement stir in the dark
shadows and knew that it wasn't within her best interests to be walking alone in the street.
Her heart seemed to stop as she heard a trash bin topple somewhere down one of the filthy alleys.
Her soul burned with the fear of hell as she lost her composure, running as fast as her high heels
would allow. She, clenching the pistol in her pocket tightly, prepared to spring it on anyone who
thought that they could take her.
"Stop Miss!" Yelled a voice from behind her, followed by a whistle.
Turning her head, she could see that it was a cop chasing after her, and gaining fast.
Shit!
As she turned to look, she didn't notice the grate that led down to an elevator below the sidewalk.
She felt the spike of her heel slip in between the bars and heard a loud snap as it broke, twisting
around as she fell down onto her side with a thud. Her hands left her pockets, with the gun still in her
grasp as she hit the ground.
The cop was standing above her as soon as she had the chance to roll over onto her back, the gun
pointed at his forehead.
The cop had more then enough time to have his gun drawn, yet he raised his hands, showing her that
they were empty.
"Relax, Miss." He said calmly "I'm not going to hurt you, just put down the gun."
Her mind raced as she stared down the barrel, to his temple.
He was a young boyish looking gentleman, more along the lines of cute, then handsome. Probably
his first day on the beat, if he was what he appeared to be.
Her mind flooded.
Should she blow him away?
She shouldn't even be carrying a handgun.
What if he is the Ripper?
Why didn't he pull his own revolver?
"Please put down the gun Ma'am. Are you all right?"
"Let me see your badge!" She yelled as she tried to toss a wild hair out from her eyes.
"Okay Ma'am." He said, slowly lowering his arms and undoing his badge, he fumbled with it a little,
the poor boy was probably about ready to soil his uniform.
"Never mind." She said, lowering the gun and sighed in relief.
"So am I under arrest?"
"No ma'am." He said as he re-hooked his badge, "You are carrying an illegal firearm, and you are
out past curfew, but I am here to protect you, not throw you in the dock."
Petra kicked off her shoes and seen that she really did a number on her pantyhose.
"Oh, I'm a mess." She said standing up and frowning at the loss of her new hose.
"Damn." She said under her breath as she poked her finger in the huge tear that ran from her ankle,
up to her knee.
"You're lucky that is all that happened, Miss."
Petra looked up at him and smiled. Her heart was beating hard, but she was calming down now.
"Do you think that you could escort me home, sir?" She asked pleasantly, her feet were already
cold, but the kid was right, it could've been worse. A cracked skull or a twisted ankle is a lot worse
then a torn pair of stockings.
"Of course Miss." He said, charmed by her smile. Such youth was still in him; maybe she could
persuade him inside once they got home, if of course, he was what he appeared to be.
"Tell me Miss," he said picking up her purse, "What is an attractive girl like you doing out after
curfew?"
"I was baby setting for a friend of mine." She said, knowing that it wasn't the best lie, but she wasn't
really in the mood to think of too much.
"So why were they coming back so late, and why did they let you leave?"
"I don't know, officer." Petra said, hugging him tightly, "Thank you for saving me."
The diversion worked, he just walked quietly by her side. She probably should strike up a
conversation, but she was still a little too edgy to really talk much.
Her mind kept thinking about how close she came to getting herself killed.
She couldn't help but wonder how Therese had felt.
Petra had walked her home, she offered her to come inside out of the cold air for a while so that she
could warm up a bit. Her apartment was a nice place, a little more colorful then what Petra would
have allowed, but after all, she was an American. She took a seat on the couch as Therese ran to the
kitchen and grabbed a bottle of cheep wine.
"You know what?" The girl said as she came back with the bottle and two glasses, "We have been
chatting away all night and I don't even know your name."
"Your right!" Petra laughed, quickly thinking of a name, "Stacy! Just call me, Stacy."
"Mine is Therese." Giggled the girl as she poured the wine, accidentally over filling the glasses and
spilt a little bit on the table.
"You know what, Stacy?" She said, handing Petra her glass and taking a seat next to her on the
couch, "I know that I told you that you couldn't help me, but I think that you actually did."
"What do you mean?" She said, taking a sip of the putrid tasting liquor, fighting a pucker. She could
taste the hint of some sort of drug, though she doubted that it was poison, else Therese wouldn't be
drinking it.
"I'm a pretty girl. I shouldn't have any problem finding somebody new." Therese sang out with
gratitude, "You helped me see that I need to just dump that imbecile and find someone who can
appreciate me."
"I think that you are right, Therese." Petra said, putting her glass of wine down, wanting no more to
do with that concoction, she just hoped that it wasn't too late yet.
"I am sorry about the wine." Therese said, "It was a gift from my loving asshole. The son of a bitch
makes seven figures a year and this is the crap that he gives to me."
"Oh, no need to apologize." Petra smiled, patting Therese's leg.
"It tastes like crap." She said, sweetening her voice, "But, I bet that you don't taste nearly as bitter."
Petra watched as she scooted closer and lifted her hand to her soft lips, her light, tender kisses sent
chills up her spine.
"Can I make love to you Stacy?" She quietly asked with a soft tone. Petra slowly leaned toward her,
kissing her sweet lips. Therese moaned as she let go of her hand and sat on her lap. She played with
her tongue, kissing her as passionately. Soft feminine hands unzipped the rear of her dress, exposing
her back to the girls' fingers. Petra slid her own hands up under Therese's shirt, unclasping her bra.
The young American pulled back and arched her back before standing up and pulled off her shirt.
She watched Therese remove her jeans and panties as she stood up and snaked out of her dress.
"Exactly how far away do you live, ma'am?" Asked her young escort.
"Oh on the other side of town." She said, still off in her own little world, "You can just escort me until
we are out of White Chapel, if you wish. I think that I will probably be okay."
"Oh that's okay . . . I don't mind the walk, and I wouldn't feel right to send you off on your own
anyway."
When they were both undressed, Therese grabbed her hand and anxiously led her to her bedroom.
It was a bit on the sloppy side, yet it served its purpose. Petra cuffed the straight edge razor, hiding it
in her hand.
She flopped onto the bed and stretched out wide, revealing each and every curve of her body. The
cold sheets felt so inviting against her bare skin. Petra writhed in comfort and hid the razor under the
pillow as Therese crawled over her body as if she were a cat stalking the streets.
Petra could feel her body pulsing at each touch and kiss that Therese gave her. The fact that this girl
was going to die when this little affair was over only heightened the sensations.
Therese's tongue licked Petra's arched throat passionately, as her fingers played with her nipples.
Petra's fingers lightly fondled Therese's moist vagina, stopping her display of affection. Her back
arched with pleasure, her eyes closed, and her large breasts heaving as she breathed. Sitting upright,
Petra pressing her body against Therese. Their breasts and bellies rubbing against each other as
Petra's hand entering her wet slit and began to please her. Her fingers lightly caressing her back and
bottom. Therese closed her eyes and bit on her bottom lip, squealing as Petra kissed her pretty face
as the girl's cum coated her fingers.
She removed her fingers slowly as Therese lowered and attacked her with kisses.
"I have never done this before." She said, "I thought about it a couple of times, but I never found
anyone who was really worth it."
"You know that we can just stop here if you don't feel comfortable." Petra assured her.
Therese just smiled and took up Petra's hand, holding it close to her chest. Petra could feel her heart
beating, Petra knew that she had the power. As soon as she was finished with this little girl, then she
would shut her heart off as if it was a switch.
Therese pulled her hand away from her chest and began to lick her moist fingers, tasting her own
cum. She moaned as her tongue traced around Petra's delicate fingers, before wrapping her lips
around her index finger, taking it deep inside of her mouth, sucking her cum off of her fingers. Her
hips swaying back and forth, her pussy resting on her stomach, Petra could feel her hot cum
smearing across her tummy.
Therese took her fingers out of her mouth and licked her lips.
"I taste pretty good, let's see how you taste." She said with a playful smile on her face.
Though she thought her a little too much on the actress border, she still felt so good. It was her life
that exited her, the life that was leaving a wet trail with her tongue, down her tummy, over her cooling
cum. Her hands lightly pushed her thighs apart. She tenderly kissed and licked her legs, until Petra
felt her hot breath against her tender vagina, and her tongue begin to taunt her clitoris. Therese's
hands never stopped moving, caressing her legs as her tongue fondled and probed her.
Petra could feel herself giving in to the pleasure, her tummy tightened and her cum burst within her.
Her tongue still licking her quivering vagina, only slower and more careful then before, Petra tried to
motion her to stop, but she just grabbed her hands and drank from her body. Petra could only give
into the pleasure. Her body trembling as Therese made her cum over and over again.
Once she stopped, Petra wiped away the sweat on her forehead with her arm.
"Oh, Therese." She moaned, calling her up to her.
"Come here, sweetie."
Therese obeyed, laying her head on her breasts and smiled up at her with the prettiest eyes that she
had ever seen. Petra smoothed the girl's hair as she caught her breath.
"Would you like to spend the night?" Therese asked, "I know that you probably don't live that far
away, but I don't want to see you getting hurt."
"No, I can't" Petra smiled, "Get up for a second."
Therese sat up and got off of her so that she could fix the pillows, and get the razor into a more
convenient place.
She lied back down and stretched her arms out toward Therese.
"Okay, come here."
Her little lover sat between her legs and relaxed against Petra's chest, she turned her head around
and they kissed.
"You feel so good. I was worried that it would be awkward." The girl sighed.
Petra let her hands roam around her body, feeling her soft young skin. She was so tender and so
trusting. Her hands glided over her tummy and her breasts. Therese sighed, enjoying her touch.
Her hand worked its way back down to her clitoris, as the other pulled the razor from under the
pillows. Petra lightly rubbed her moist pussy and kissed her soft shoulders, flipping the razor open.
Therese's head tilted back, exposing her beautiful throat as she worked her closer and closer to her
final orgasm, soon she would turn out the lights.
Finally she felt her body tremble as she began to cum. Petra kissed her neck, and wrapped her legs
around her stomach.
"I love you." Petra whispered into her ear as she put her hand around Therese's forehead and slowly
brought the razor to her throat.
"Stacy? What are you doing?" Gasped Therese as the blade slid easily across her throat, slitting her
deep. Her hands went to her throat, trying to stop the rush of blood that pored from her jugular.
Petra dropped the blade and wrapped her arms around her tightly, never wanting to let go of her
again. Therese bucked and choked, trembling as she tried to kick herself free.
The girl whimpered so sweetly as her hot blood cascaded over herself and Petra. Therese was
weakening quickly, soon she just lied still. Her body too weak to fight anymore.
She let her go and slid out from underneath of her body, she allowed Therese to put her hand to her
throat.
Poor Therese just lied there, tears in her eyes as she struggled so hard to breathe. Her breath was
nothing but a weak rasping sound that gurgled when she exhaled. Petra moved her crooked legs
back into a more comfy position. She watched as Therese's eyes rolled back and her head turned to
the left, and her hand dropped peacefully to the side as a raspy sigh escaped her lips.
"It's just down this street dear." She pointed up ahead in the distance.
"You want me to escort you all the way there, or do you feel safe enough now."
"Well if you want to come in for a drink, then you may. If not I feel quite safe."
"I wish that I could, miss, but I can't drink while a lady is getting killed."
"What do you mean by that?" Asked Petra beginning to wander about her little companion. Hand
already around the handle of her gun.
"I think that you know what I mean, Miss." He said staring down the road, "There is a mad man out
there, it is my job to make sure that he is stopped."
Petra still felt nervous, she knew that the Ripper was a violent monster that is why she mutilated
Therese's body so badly.
She had picked up the razor and cut off her breast putting it on her dresser, then slitting her tummy
open, she reached inside of her and pulled out every slimy thing that she could get her hands on.
She hated doing it, but she was after all a professional. She even cut off her hand and stuck her own
fingers up inside of her once lovely vagina. When she was done with Therese, she couldn't even tell
that it was a person anymore. After she was done with her grizzly chore, she ran into the bathroom
and threw up a couple of times, before sitting with her back against the wall to catch her breath. She
looked down at her nudity, she wore Therese's blood as if it were a skintight gown. Once she got
herself talked into being stronger again, she sat up and took a long hot shower. It took forever for
the blood to wash away.
As she was in there, she couldn't help but realized what she had just done. Yes she just butchered a
very beautiful and sweet woman, but if she can get rid of the razor, she had just committed the
perfect murder. Once the cops finally pick this guy up, then he will get blamed for the whole thing.
She had to like that.
She looked at her young savior, she didn't trust him anymore. It would have been her luck to run into
the very killer that she had tried to pin the murder on. Besides, she often used the same technique to
lure the men to their deaths. The innocent little kittens' act.
"This is it." She said pointing at the huge apartment building.
He looked back and scratched his head.
"It is a long walk back." He said innocently enough, "Do you think that I couldn't come on in and
warm up a bit."
"Sure." She said walking up the outside steps to the door.
He quickly grabbed the handle and pulled the door open for her. She walked through the threshold,
her heart racing, and her eyes squinted in thought.
Petra's heart wanted to pound out of her chest, she could feel his presence looking over her body,
waiting to strike. Her gun held firmly in her hand, waiting for him to try anything.
"I am glad that you made it home safely." He said taking off his cap, "Man, I have seen those girls
that he got a hold of, he left them mangled up pretty badly."
"You've seen them all?" She said, trying to displace her fear.
"I have been a part of all of them, ma'am." He said as he reached out to touch her.
She swung around and pulled her gun. Its report echoed through the empty hall. Her heart stopped
beating as she watched the bullet enter his stomach, bending him forward, his hand reaching for her.
Bam! Bam!
Both shots hit their mark. One in the heart, and the other in his forehead. She watched as his cute
blue eyes rolled back, and a trickle of blood spilled from his open mouth. He moaned for a while, his
hand still stretching out for her, before falling to his face.
She just backed up against the wall. Her brain was empty, and her eyes wide. She held the gun on
him still, waiting for him to jump up and attack her.
"Oh, my god!" Came a voice from down the hall.
Petra's eyes and pistol met with the man, a tall, handsome fellow, dressed in dark cloths. He began
to run toward her until he noticed that the gun was now pointed at him.
"Could you please put the gun down, before somebody else gets hurt?" He said, stopping from
running yet walking toward them, slowly and cautiously.
"Fuck you!" Screamed Petra, "You'd better fucking stop right there, or else your history you fucker!"
He did, looking down at the body.
"Why did you shoot him, Miss?" He asked smoothly, as if they were drinking tea together and had
been friends for years.
"That son of a bitch is the Ripper!" She screamed, "He tried to fucking kill me!"
"No, he isn't, Miss." He said smiling, "I am the Ripper, he was just a cop."
Her eyes widened, she should shoot him . . . why isn't she shooting him? She could feel her knees
threatening to collapse from under her. The gun pointed at the Ripper, her eyes darting back and
forth from the cop and the killer.
"You need to drop the gun ma'am, you aren't going to hurt me."
"You just shut up!" She screamed, what had she done?
"Just drop the gun." He said slowly inching toward her.
"Stop!" She yelled, knowing that she should shoot him . . . Yet couldn't.
Soon he had the gun in his hand and was pointing the muzzle toward his heart.
"This is your last chance ma'am," He said calmly, "If you want to save yourself, then shoot me. If not,
then give me the gun, and then we can go on inside and have a drink."
Petra just looked at him, his eyes were serious.
She pulled back the trigger ever so lightly, the hammer lifting halfway back. He still stared at her, not
even amused. Her hand trembled and she felt her eyes tear over.
Petra released the grip and sunk down against the wall bawling. He bent over and held her tightly,
she could feel the gun against her back.
"It's okay." He said, patting her on the back, "You will be fine"
She knew that the man holding her was the most vicious and notorious killer of her time, yet
strangely enough, his touch was so warm . . . so comforting.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"What is your name?" The Ripper asked, half pulling away yet still holding her in his right arm. He put
one of his gloved hands under her chin and slowly leveled her mascara, streaked face to look at him
at eye level.
"Petra" she stuttered, she wasn't afraid of him, she couldn't explain what she felt. She remembered
the drink; it was laced with something. It must've been some kind of rape drug because she was
frightened more of the fact that she wanted him so much, then she was of the reality that he was a
serial killer. She wanted to feel his touch, she wanted him to be the last to ever sleep with her, ever.
"Petra." He said smiling, he had such a beautiful smile, and his eyes, they seemed like they could
penetrate the darkness.
"That is a pretty nick name." Grinned the man as he wiped a tear from her cheek, "If that is all you
wish for me to call you then so be it. You are so pretty, why don't we go inside and get you cleaned
up, huh?"
Petra was charmed. She just nodded and let him help her to her feet. She fumbled around with her
pockets until she found her keys. He was guiding her, she was too strong for this, wasn't she . . .
wasn't she?
With shaky hands she tried to put the key in the little hole.
"Here," He said, taking her hand in his as he guided the key through the lock and turned it, "You are
pretty shaken up my dear."
Petra could just look at him.
What in the hell was she doing? She should've shot and killed him, why was she letting him in her
house. He was going to kill her!
Because you want him to. Answered the voice in her head.
He didn't push her inside like she thought that he would, he let her walk in alone.
Petra went straight to her liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of brandy and two glasses, carefully
filling them. She looked up and watched as he dragged the dead cop inside and put him in the closet.
"Out of sight, out of mind I always say." The Ripper murmured to himself, with a little smile. He is
going to be getting some shit for this one.
Not only out of area, but also killing a male with a gun. He propped him up against the wall, making
sure that he didn't get any blood on him, and tossed the little handgun on top of him.
Petra downed her glass in a few guzzles and handed him his. He moved so gracefully as he grabbed
the full glass of brandy and sat on her couch without spilling a single drop.
"You know my name." She said, conscious of her terrible appearance. If it wasn't for her natural
beauty, she would be quite horrid, "May I know yours?"
"Well." He said before taking a drink of his brandy, "Why don't you just call me Stacy?"
"Oh . . . " she said, knowing why he had followed her, "I see."
"Don't worry," Stacy said politely, "You did a fine job, it should blend in well with my own handy
work . . . Though you did make her suffer too long. Then again, that really isn't your fault."
She blushed, not knowing what to say, "Ummm, I think that I am going to go change."
She walked into her bathroom and filled the water basin with warm water.
"How did you know?" Petra yelled through the open door, as she tugged off her filthy blue dress.
She was almost upset, until she remembered that she wasn't going to need it anymore.
He surprised her as he stepped into the doorway.
"How did I now that you were going to kill her?" He asked, standing there as comfortable as a
husband watches his wife.
"I didn't, I was sitting at the bar." He said, lifting his eyebrow as he looked at her in only her panties
and ripped pantyhose.
"I was going to kill her myself, but you took my seat right when I got there." Said the Ripper, taking
another swig of his brandy before he went on, "I stayed around, and I waited a few minutes after you
left to follow you, knowing that one of you was going to have to walk alone. It was just a matter of
waiting for you to leave."
"I watched you through the window. The way that you slept with her, you enjoyed her."
" I was surprised that you killed her. To be honest with you, I think that I was more shocked then
she was."
"Well that was my job." She said, before washing the crap off of her face and grabbing a soft
expensive towel to dry her face, "I am an assass