A Story by SnuffKing
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Introduction Hi, my name is Jack Tyron, I'm 29 years old and I'm the owner of Tyron Industries Ltd. A few years ago I was a mercenary in Jugoslavia, where I made a living guarding some small mountain village. I saw a lot of weird shit but never any really heavy combat, and the pay was very good. I invested my pay in a Taiwanese internet company and now I'm a billionare. It's pretty much the same for me, except that I wear Armani instead of Lewis, and I drink champaign instead of Budweiser. The biggest change has been with my surroundings. When I was younger and poor, everybody thought I was a strange guy. I kept to myself, I had strange interests, views and tastes, I was an overall creepy dood, at least according to the few women I - unsuccessfully - dated. Now that I'm rich, all my little oddities and youthful follies are suddenly perceived as the antics and eccentricities of a man of the world. When I was young, I had no friends and I couldn't get a date if my life depended on it. Now that I got a few dollars in the bank, everybody wants to be my friend, my lover or my wife. Yes, of course I enjoyed it at first. The popularity, the parties, the beautiful women. It's all very fun... for a while. One of the problems with sudden wealth is that you realize that everybody are for sale. Everybody are whores and they can't sell out to you fast enough, once they smell your green. I could have everything I wanted, anyone I wanted. So what happens? Of course I begin to long for the things I can't have. Real feelings. Money can buy you a lot of pussy, but it can't buy you love. It can't buy you authenticity. That's why I started down the road that I'll give you a tour of in this and the following stories. But let us start at the very beginning...The Crash It all started in December as I was flying home from Paris. I had been visiting one of my girlfriends, Maria, a beautiful French fashion model. She was 21 years old and a lot of fun, spending all her nights out on the town fucking her rich friends, which included me. Thin as a skeleton, she probably had bolemia and dieted on hard drugs, but what the hell, she was a good fuck. She satisfied my need for fun and pussy, but she gave me nothing outside of the bed. Thus physically satisfied, I slumped back in the seat felling tired and restless at the same time. I drank another dry martini and fell asleep after just one hour of flight. How much time had passed before I awoke, I do not know. Suddenly everything was noise. The captain was imploring everyone over the intercom to remain calm and not to panic, which, of course, had exactly the opposite effect. Everybody was screaming and crying. Some people were rushing towards the back of the plane, where it's allegedly safer to stay during a crash, in spite of the stewardesses attempts to make them stay in their seats. As far as I could gauge, the plane was flying steadily, though decreasing in altitude. One look out the window and I knew what was wrong. The right engine was on fire, and the fire was spreading through the wing. Either the wing would burn off, or the gas tanks would explode. Take your pick, you're all going to die. I've never been religious, and religion didn't help me out here either. I thought we were all going to die and I hardly felt anything about it at all. Just empty. People are animals, our deaths no more and no less significant or ceremonial than that of a cow or an ant. I've seen people die in war, by disease, by accident and by old age. No matter where or when it happens it always sucks, and it never feels fair, no matter how old you are or how natural the death is. It's just one of those things that can't be avoided, and here it came, I thought. So did the rest of the passengers. They screamed for their mothers. their children, for God, for mercy, for the captain. The plane descended ever more rapidly, and the chaos increased with every foot we lost. I sat back in the seat, determined not to spend my final minutes as a screaming babbling idiot. Instead I took a deep swig of my chest flask, savoring the pungent taste of single malt whiskey, as I prepared to die. Then there was an explosion, the wing broke off, and the plane plummeted downwards spinning around its own axis. For a few moments everybody were weightless. Luggage, food trays, the people who hadn't buckled their seat-belts, everything flew around in the compartment, as the plane went down in screaming chaos. When I cam to, I thought for a moment that I had died and gone to hell. All around me was fire, hysterical screams and black acrid smoke. Then I realized that I was still in the plane and that I had survived the crash. My head aced, I don't know if it was the crash, the smoke, or some of the stuff that had tumbled around the compartment as we fell. I had to get out. The heat from the fire was intense and the smoke made me dizzy. I looked at the guy in the seat next to me, but he was already dead. I couldn't see much further, but I thought I could remember the location of the emergency exits. I undid my seat-belt and staggered out on the aisle, immediately bumping into corpses and people struggling to get out. Unable to see anything, I crawled over the mangled and writhing bodies, in the direction of the nearest exit. When I reached the exit several minutes later, most of the screaming had stopped, people having suffocated in the terrible smoke. Some people had kicked out windows and sucked in fresh air, but they just fed the fire that spread through the plane. Soon they would have to choose between suffocation or burning to death. The exit was closed and turning the handle as described on the door had no effect. I could see a thin line of light from beneath the door, so I started kicking at it with my remaining strength. The line widened, the door moving a fraction of an inch with every kick. I was just about to pass out when the door at last yielded and fell away. I grabbed the two people nearest to me, who had both either passed out or died, and jumped off the plane. The fall was more than ten feet and I landed on hard soil as I tumbled to the ground. An explosion shattered the air behind me, I grabbed the to bodies and crawled away from the blazing plane. Then I collapsed.Relative Safety When I regained consciousness, darkness had descended. I was laying in tall grass at the edge of a forest with the two people I had saved from the plane. The plane was still burning, but there was no sight or sign of other survivors. I turned my attention to the two people I had dragged to safety. The first one I examined was laying on her back. A female in her late 20'ies, long black hair and a sweet looking face. Her large breasts rose and fell beneath her tight sweater, so she was obviously still alive. By the look of it her right leg was broken. Blood oozed from a cut on her forehead, but it didn't look too serious. I poured a bit of whiskey on the wound to clean it, tore off a piece of her sweater and bandaged the wound with it. As I did so she started coughing and crying, slowly regaining consciousness. The other person was also female, but apparently somewhat younger. She was laying face down in the grass. She had long chestnut hair that reached down to her shoulder blades, and she was wearing an tight pink top and a white skirt. I could see no serious damage on her backside. I pressed my index finger against her neck and felt a pulse, however weak. Faring that she had internal injuries, I was reluctant to turn her over. Instead I made sure that her head was turned to the side and that she was breathing properly. As I did so, I glimpsed her face through the tangle of grass and hair. It looked somewhat familiar. I was pretty sure I knew no-one on the plane, so I dismissed the thought. "Where are we? What happened?" The older of the tow females, who had by now regained consciousness, said. "The plane crashed. As to where we are, I have no clue." I said and looked around. Apparently we were on a small island or peninsula, for I could see water on both sides of us. The plane had crashed on a wide stretch of cliff, the tail end had broken off and disappeared into the sea. Behind me was thick leaf forest that looked like it grew in souther temperate climate. I took a wild guess. "Since we were heading for Los Angeles, I think we're somewhere in the Caribbean Sea or perhaps the Bahamas." "Oh. I guess there is no other thing to do than wait, is there?" She said. "The captain knew we were going down. He must have alerted someone and they must know the approximate location of the crash. They'll come around soon, don't you think?" I nodded in response. It couldn't take long before they sent a helicopter or plane to search for us. "By the way, my name is Sara. Sara Lindsay." She said and gave me her hand. I shook it and introduced myself to her. She want on telling about how her head and leg hurt, how she had come to be on the flight and what she did when she wasn't traveling the world. She was a nice woman, but also terribly boring. The humming of her voice still in the background, my mind began to wonder. She had a nice body, I thought, good large tits, a nice ass and a sweet looking face. Her eyes were dark brown, pretty but not awfully bright or alert. I looked up into the sky. No sight of rescue. Yet. How long did we have to wait? How long time did I have? It would be easy to use her and convince everybody that she had died in the crash. Too easy. Too fucking easy.Killing Time I reached out and touched her good leg. She was wearing long black hot-pants. She kept talking as if nothing had happened, but pulled her leg away from me. I moved closer to her and put my hand on her leg again. "Excuse me, but what are you doing?" She said and looked at me suspiciously. I let my hand run up her leg, feeling the warmth of her skin through the tight pants, until I reached the thigh. I enjoyed watching the expression on her face change from mild apprehension to furious anger. "Stop that! Now!" "Why should I? You're a fine looking little thing, and it seems like we have some hours to kill. Come on, don't be a bore." I said and leaned towards her. She inched away. I followed. "Let's just talk OK?" She said. I grabbed her thigh again. It was soft and warm and felt good in mu hand. "Hi, I told you to stop that! Stop or I'll scream!" "Scream all you want, Sara. I don't think anyone will pay much attention. Between you and that plane crash, who do you think will make the most noise?" I said and leaned over her. She tried to cringe away, but her broken leg made it painful for her to move. "Since nobody's here you, I really do think we're pretty much alone." Sara looked over my shoulder as I reached for her thigh. "No, she's not going to help you Sara. She's out cold." I said and nodded towards the unconscious girl in the grass. "No help there, Sara." "Stop! HELP!" Sara screamed as I sat down on her thighs. She writhed in pain from her broken leg. I grabbed her wrists as she tried to hit and claw at me and push me off. I considered what to do next. Her chest was heaving, her breasts looking so large and inviting as they moved up and down. I wanted to tear open her sweater and play with the soft mounds of flesh, but I was busy holding her hands. Then it struck me. I had already decided to rape her and kill her. Why did I hold back? All rules were off, I could do exactly as I fucking wanted. It was the ultimate freedom and it felt good. The adrenaline surged through me as I contemplated my options, options without limitations. "I can't really fuck you if you keep fighting like this." I laughed as I realized what I wanted to do to her. I let go of her wrists, instead grabbing her hands with mine, locking our fingers. She struggled, at first trying another attempt at pushing me off, then trying to get her hands free as she realized what I was doing. Slowly I twisted her hands back while I rotated our hands. She screamed as her wrists snapped and I twisted her arms even further. I had forced her arms to revolve so her hands were pointing towards her legs and her elbows were pulled tight. I brought my left knee up and thrust it against her right elbow. Her arm snapped like a stick. With my right knee I broke her left arm. "Aw! God, please stop! STOP!" She screamed, her hysteria rising to a temporary crescendo. She could not use her arms any more, since both her elbows were broken. She let the flap onto the ground, finding it too painful to move them even the slightest. "That's a lot better, Sara. I told you not to resist me!" I grinned and grabbed her sweater by the neck. With a quick hard pull, I tore it down to the middle of her stomach. I yanked the shoulders of the sweater down to her elbows, locking her arms in the cloth, making it utterly impossible for her to move them at all. The skin on her chest was pale, her breasts were full and plump. She wore a rather unsexy bra, a plain cover-all monster in a sickening off-white color. I tore it off, thus revealing her breasts completely. They distributed them self over most of her chest, forming big, round mounds on her heaving body. The nipples were hard and almost black, the aureoles large and brown. She didn't look that pretty, but there was something about her helpless position that turned me on. I felt free, only my imagination set the limits now. I could do to her whatever I wanted. Not because she wanted money, not because she was another little whore, but simply because she had no choice. She was not faking the pain and the fear. She was not playing any games to get money out of my wallet or a ring on her finger. She was just struggling to keep her sanity and her life. "Oh my God! You're going to kill me, aren't you?" She screamed. I had to complement her for coming to that conclusion so quickly, but of course it was obvious. If we were on a desolate island, there was no way I could get away without her being found too, and hence no way I could get away with what I was now doing. "In due time, yes!" I said and buried my face between her large breasts. I grabbed them with both hands and pushed them against my face, enjoying the warn, soft and slightly damp touch of her flesh. I pulled my face up and looked into her brown scared eyes. "I saved you life back there, Sara. You belong to me now." Then I sat up and tore her hot-pants down to her thighs, revealing a pair of white sloggies. It certainly wasn't a good taste for underwear that burdened this woman. "Please, just get it over with!" She screamed, realizing that she was helpless. "If you're going to rape and kill me, please kill me first! I don't want to die like that." The bravery and sanity of what she said filled me with awe. In Jugoslavia, I had learned that most people fear death above all things, and are willing to endure even the most horrible torture for just one extra second of life. Though I had decided that all rules were off, I felt compelled to grant her that last mercy. "OK, I guess I can give you that, Sara." I said and put my left hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened, as if she was surprised that I complied with her wish. She trued to bite my hand, but she couldn't really get a chunk of flesh between her teeth. She just kind of nibbled on the palm of my hand, without causing any real pain or damage. I smiled at her, feeling almost as if she was kissing my palm. "That's it baby! Kiss the hands that kill you." Then I grabbed her nose with my right hand, pushing her nostrils shut with my index finger and thumb. Her eyes widened even more. For a second I was afraid that they would pop out of her face. The skin on her face grew first red, then pale. She began to kick and writhe, in spite of the additional pain this caused her. Her face took on a bluish-green shade as her kicking peaked. Her chest convulsed violently, causing her large breasts to wobble like rubber sky-scrapers in an earthquake. Slowly the convulsions subsided, and the panicked stare of her eyes lost their focus. A few red dots spread in the white of her eyes. Then she was still.Blessed with Britney The death of Sara had made me hard, and I could hardly wait to fuck her warm body. Thus my first reaction was to be annoyed when I heard a voice behind me. "Oh my God! What are you doing?" A beautiful young voice yelled as I tore at Sara's panties. I was reluctant to be delayed in my business of fucking Sara, but as I turned my head towards the speaker, I immediately forgot all about the dead woman. On the grass, about 10' feet behind me, sat a beautiful young woman. "Britney? Britney Spears?" I said, sounding rather lame, no doubt. Then I remembered her face. That was why she looked familiar as I examined her earlier. I had saved super-star Britney Spears from the burning plane, and I hadn't even known! "Yea, it's me." She said and hazarded a smile. She looked at the half-naked woman in front of me, obviously confused as to what I was doing. "Is she hurt?" "Yes she is. I've given her heart massage and mouth to mouth, but she didn't make it." I said, taking the opportunity she had offered to explain my behavior. "I had to remove some of her clothes, since they might constrict her." "What's wrong with her arms?" Britney said as she crawled over to my side. Apparently the sight of the dead woman didn't bother her that much. She also seemed to be in fair shape, perhaps a little woozy, but with no fractures or other serious injuries. "She broke them when she jumped from the plane." I said and nodded towards the still burning plane. She looked at the emergency exit hatch that lay on the ground, and the exit fifteen feet above it. Smoke and flames billowed from the dark hole. "You saved me, didn't you? You dragged me out of the plane, and made sure I wasn't hurt as you jumped?" She said and smiled widely. "Thank you. Thank you so much! I'll make sure you get a fair reward when we get back to the states." I contemplated her offer for a few seconds. She was a nice girl, so young and pretty, and I admired her for her success and her beautiful voice. Maybe she would even add a million or two to my fortune. Not that it would matter much. Perhaps I would even be able to seduce her, I thought. God she was beautiful as she sat there in the grass, watching me with those big brown eyes. I felt the hardness in my pants, and the need for release that Sara's death had invoked was rekindled. I looked around again, but still I could see no sign of search teams or rescue teams of any kind. "You're most generous, I'm sure, but I'll just harvest my reward right now, baby." I said and jumped at her. She screamed in surprise as I kicked her in the stomach, sending her sprawling onto her back. I sat down on her stomach and grabbed her arms.Body of the Goddess "Stop that! Hi, I said I'd pay you! I'll make you a rich man!" She cried, her beautiful voice only made even more wonderful by the intensity and the pitch of fear and panic. I smiled and kissed her smooth forehead. The sweat on her brow tastes sweet, the acrid taste of burning plastic giving it body. It was a strange and alluring taste. I started licking the sweat and soot of her face, kissing her, sucking her ears and nose and kissing her full, soft lips. All the while she cursed and kicked and fought to throw me off her. "I don't need your money, Britney, but I have always wanted your body, even from the first time I saw you. You are a beautiful woman, you know." I said and sat up again, pinning her arms to the ground with my knees. She still writhed, turning her head hysterically, making her long beautiful hair cascade over her pretty face. In that moment I felt like the luckiest man on Earth. Here I was with a teenage goddess, a dream come true. Almost every man in the world had probably dreamed about fucking this sexy teenage star, but I would be the one who did it. I grabbed hold the neck of her tight pink top, preparing to tear it open like I had done with Sara's sweater. "If you rape me, I swear I'll have you killed!" She screamed, realizing that the sugar tactics she had used didn't work on me. For a while she stopped tossing her head around and looked up at me with big, wet eyes. "You'll go to jail forever if you don't stop!" "Maybe I will, maybe I won't." I laughed and tore her top all the way down to her belly button. "WOW!" I burst as I laid eyes on her wonderfully young body, perfectly tanned and smooth as silk. A small laced bra covered her beautifully shaped breasts, two mounds of soft flesh just the size of my hand. I had always thought she was a sexy chick, but damn, she was well near perfect! Totally oblivious of her pleas and threats, I grabbed her wrists and bowed down over her, kissing and sucking the smooth skin of her stomach, feeling my way up from her belly button to her breasts. As I reached the rim of her bra, I skipped over her breasts and started sucking the skin of her chest. I could feel her heart beating like a mad drum beneath her wonderful flesh, sending small shocks through my lips. I pressed my tongue into the crevices of her clavicles and the small depression where they met her sternum. I grabbed her throat between my teeth and sucked her neck, until I was again kissing her mouth. She tried to turn her head away from me, but I grabbed her face and forced her to kiss me. She immediately began tearing at my back, arms and hair. "If you want to live, you do exactly as i tell you!" I hissed and pressed a hand hard against her throat. "Unless you want to end up like Sara, you'll let me have my way with you!" "Damn you! Damn you." She sobbed, but stopped fighting. "Do as you want, but please don't hurt me. I beg you." Her body grew stiff as a board and she almost held her breath as I continued examining her wonderful body with my lips and tongue. She didn't turn away when I kissed her face, but she kept her eyes and mouth closed. I looked around again, but since there was no sign of search-parties or other survivors, I determined to examine her entire body in like fashion. I pulled off her top and her skirt, again stunned by the beauty of her slender form. Her white laced panties matched her bra and hugged her hips and wonderfully curved thighs perfectly. I'd be hard pressed to say if I had ever seen anything so utterly beautiful in my life. She didn't protest or resist even the least, as I grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. She didn't even open her eyes. It was easy to imagine that she was sleeping, or already dead, were it not for the slight trebling of her body, and the tension in her muscles wherever I touched her. I grabbed her left ankle, pulled off her little pink sock and put her toes in my mouth. They tasted slightly sour, but the sweetness of her sweat made it worth while. I suckled her toes, one by one. Then I kissed the back of her foot, sucked her ankle and began kissing my way up her shin, while I gently massaged her calf. It was both soft and firm at the same time and the skin totally hairless and smooth against my hands. "What are you doing?" She whispered sounding as if she was both curious and afraid to speak. I couldn't blame her, given the circumstances. She probably feared that I would explode in a homicidal frenzy at the least provocation. As long as there were no-one to disturb us, I wasn't in the least hurry, but she didn't know that. "I'm kissing your leg, what does it feel like I'm doing?" I said, not really knowing what she meant. I kissed her kneecap, massaging the pit behind her knee with my index and middle finger. "But you just threatened to kill me, and you you're so... so tender." She said and looked up at me for the first time in several minutes. "You really don't want to hurt me, do you? You just want to make love to me, right?" I knelt down between her legs and began kissing her thigh, while I contemplated what she had just said. Perhaps she was right, perhaps I just wanted to feel her precious body. I didn't feel the same need to hurt her as I had felt for Sara. I knew that Britney was a bright and special girl. I really don't think I would have hurt her if there was any other way I could get my way with her. "Yes, I guess so." I reached the rim of her panties. She pulled her legs further apart so I could press my mouth against her panties without difficulty. I pressed my lips against them, feeling her small labias through the thin fabric. I enjoyed the smell of her young pussy as it slowly warmed and grew moist under my breath. "It's OK. I'll let you. You can have me." She said and pushed her waist forward, pressing her abdomen against my face. Then she grabbed my hair with one hand and massaged my face against her thighs and pussy. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head that seemed to explode through my forehead. Blue, red and purple dots danced before my eyes as I pulled my head back and struggled to maintain my balance.Death of a Super-star "Damn!" I screamed in pain and grabbed my head with both hands. I had to use all my will just to keep my balance and not pass out. Meanwhile, Britney threw the rock at me that she had just cracked against my skull. It hit me in the stomach, but caused little pain. While I was still woozy, the young woman sprang to her feet and began limping into the forest. Fortunately she had hurt her leg, either in the crash, or when I had jumped from the emergency exit, for she couldn't run very fast. It took several seconds for me to regain my composure, yet when I was clear again, I could still hear her dragging herself through the undergrowth. I got up, staggering, shaking my head to get rid of the new generation of dots that obscured my sight. Then I ran after her. When I caught up with her, she was crawling in under a bush. I could just see her white panties and brown legs as she struggled to fit under it. As she heard me approach, she pulled her legs in under her body and sat still. I pretended I hadn't seen her. "Britney? Where are you?" I called. "Come here baby, and let me make love to you! I forgive you!" I walked to stand next to the bush. The wide leaves hid her from my view, but I knew she was there, less then five feet away. I think she held her breath, since I could hear nothing but birds and the whistling of the wind in the trees. I could feel her tension like electricity in the air. I imagined her, huddling there in the bush, her face growing blue from holding her breath, while she prayed to God that I would move on. I didn't. "Britney? I can smell you baby!" I called again. "It's OK, you can come out and play!" I was silent again. Then I heard a hushed breath from under the bush. "Oh there you are!" I said as I knelt besides the bush and grabbed her ankles. "No, please God, NO!" She screamed as I pulled her writhing and kicking from under the bush. Her bra got caught in the leaves and was pulled off, revealing her small succulent tits. They were beautiful! Perfect curves, the skin paler than the tanned skin of her stomach, her nipples small and hard and pink. She thrashed violently on the ground, soiling herself in the dirt. I pulled her out of the forest, ignoring her tortured screams every time she bumped against a root, or tore her skin on sharp rocks or thorny branches. When I threw her in the grass, she was a mess of dirt, leaves and tangled hair. "I guess there is no other way then." I said as a matter of fact. She looked up at me, her eyes full of tears and fear. I felt a certain satisfaction seeing all the pain in her face, after what she had just done. "No! No, nooooo!" She sobbed and curled up into fetal position. I sat down behind her back and grabbed her shoulders, easing her gently up into my lap. I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. Her body was completely limp, her face dissolved by tears. "I'm sorry Britney, I'm truly sorry. If it means anything, I think you're wonderful. I think you're the greatest. Greater than Madonna." I said and pressed her against me. She snuggled up to me like a baby to its mother. "Please be quick. Don't torture me. Don't humiliate me any further. Please!" She sobbed and bent back her head and looked up into my face. Her entire body trembled with her sobbing. I felt intensely sorry for her, yet I knew nothing could stop me from killing her. I have never felt anything so intensely in my life, never. "OK, Britney. It will just take a few minutes, then it will all be over." I said and grabbed her throat with my left hand, while I held her with my right arm. I felt the same awe as I had felt with Sara. That willingness to let go. I had never experienced anything like that before. Granted, I had only witnessed the death of men, but no matter how brave they had all fought and screamed as they were dragged away into death. "Goodbye, Britney." I said and closed my hand around her wind-pipe. She gasped and spat for a few second, then I had shut off her breath completely. I felt a few snaps and I knew she would never breathe again. I kept my hand tight, just to be sure, while I watched the expression on her face. At first she had gasped, then her face was contorted by the pain from me crushing her wind-pipe. Then her eyes cleared up again, and she looked up into my eyes. She was strangely calm, though tears welled into her eyes and ran down her dirty cheeks. I was getting hard again, so I gave her a squeeze, pushing her soft ass against my dick. I couldn't fucking believe it! The worlds most sexy teenager was dying in my arms, half naked, ready to be used when the last sparks of life had been snuffed from wonderful her body. The sadness of her eyes touched me. It felt like knives in my heart that only heightened the feeling of sexual arousal. The pain and the fear of that wonderful girl, a girl of such incredible beauty and talent, who would die just so i could abuse her perfect body. The cruelty, the horror and the utter beauty of the act filled me with feelings more intense than anything I had felt before. I can hardly describe the sensations and thoughts that rushed through me as I looked into the eyes of that dying women, as I pressed on her wind-pipe, depriving her of air and ultimately of her life. After about half a minute, the pain returned to her face. Soon her face was a mask of utter agony, and the pain got the better of the serenity with which she had wanted to die. Soon her body was twitching and convulsing in pain, her legs kicking crazily, her arms fraying like the wings of some insane bird. Yet she did not attack me, or even tried to push herself off me, or release my hand from her throat. She knew that there was no other way, she was merely unable to contain the pain without somehow reacting on it. Her mouth opened and closed, gasping like a fish, but unable to drag in even the tiniest taste of air. Her spine arched out like a bow, her feet kicking at the ground, her ass and shoulders pressing against me with incredible force. Her eyes widened, her face grew pale. Even with that expression of utter pain and horror, she was still the moat beautiful creature I have ever seen. I held her tightly, rocking her back and forth, whispering sweet words into her ear as she struggled. Even though she had made up her mind to die fast, her body didn't listen. With all its might it struggled to cling onto life, but I gave it no chance. Her body went into a series of violent convulsions that caused her head to flop back and forth. She almost wrestled herself free in those involuntary spasms. I had to put my right hand on her chest to keep her from writhing away. I accidently placed it between her breasts. Oh God they were soft and wonderful to the touch! And through the hardness of the sternum I could feel her heart beat like a mad drum, pounding and pounding, in a desperate attempt to distribute the last bit of oxygen contained in her blood to her vital organs. At last the convulsions subsided, her kicking legs righted them self on the ground, her arms raised, shaking at a right angle from her body. Her head pulled back, her eyes rolled back into her face. She was stiff as a board, every muscle still tense in her body. Her feet and toes curled back, her fingers grasped at some invisible object in front of her. Then she spasmed again, three or four times, before she collapsed like a marionette whose strings had been suddenly cut. Her head fell against my chest, her arms hung limp down her sides and her lags lay unmoving on the ground.Rescue I sat there for a few minutes, holding the lifeless Britney Spears in my arms, savoring the warmth of her touch and the stillness of her tortured body. Cupping her breasts in my right hand, my left stroked her long, slender legs and hugged her perfect little ass. If only I had had a few more minutes, if only I had had a chance to release the incredible tension and emotions that were building in my body, I might not have been the man I am today. But alas, just as I recovered from the incredible emotional stress of having snuffed the life of this young woman, I heard the low humming of a helicopter in the distance. I had to be fast, unless I wanted to spend the rest of my life in jail! I threw Britney over my shoulder, picking up her clothes with my right hand as I held her with my left. Then I hurried over to Sara, picking up her clothes and her body. It was hard carrying both women, but adrenaline rushed through my body, giving me extra strength. I ran past the burning plane, to the edge of the cliff. The tail of the plain was half submerged in the sea below. The water was full of luggage and dead bodies, the surface of the sea covered by a thick film of burning fuel. I threw Britney and Sara out over the cliff, watching as they tumbled into the sea. Fortunately the helicopter had come from the direction of the forest. When I had carried Britney and Sara to the cliff, I had been obscured by the trees, when I had dumped them into the sea, I had been obscured by the smoke from the still burning plane. When I came back around the plane, I saw the helicopter coming into view over the trees. I ran out onto the stretch of grass between the forest and the plane and waved my arms like a madman. Three hours later we landed in Miami, Florida. I was taken the sate hospital for shock treatment. I later learned that four other people had survived, all trapped in an air-pocket under water in the tail of the plane. Of cause that news was easily missed, since the front of every newspaper told about the tragic death of super-star Britney Spears, who had died at the tender age of 19. Some investigators found it odd that she had died from pure asphyxiation, and not drowning. Some forensic experts even said that the damage to her neck could have been caused my human hands. The body was too badly burned, so no definite conclusions could be reached. Nobody ever questioned the multi millionaire, Jack Tyron, who had himself barely escaped from the crash with his life. A week later I was back in my office, the memory of Britney Spears's last moments of life still fresh in my mind. Oh God how I had wanted to fuck her when that helicopter had arrived! How I longed to hold her in my arms again, as I had then, her body so still and beautiful after her tortured death. I knew I had to do it again. I knew I had tapped into some part of my soul too powerful to contain. I had tasted some forbidden fruit that I could now never forget. I knew I would kill again, I knew I would kill one of the most beautiful and talented women in the world, and I knew I would make sure I was able to go all the way. All the way!The End |