The Killing Mind
by John Turi

The Stranger-

            I want to fuck her so badly, but I have to kill her in order to do it. You see death is the only fetish that can make me cum. So I stay concealed in the bushes like a cheetah, waiting for the taste of blood in anticipation of prey. In the hot California sun the sexiest ass I have never met just stepped out of a Volkswagen GTI and sauntered into a liquor store. Three minutes later she walks back out, directly into my line of sight.

            "Excuse me!" I say to her as she exits the liquor store with a bottle of designer water in hand. She looks up at me while putting on her imitation Bay-Ran sunglasses. "I just took my car into the stereo shop right there.” I point like an asshole “and I'm late for an appointment. Would you mind giving me a ride across the way to the mall?" She looks me over for a second and I flash my cherished college boy smile.

            She unlocks the passenger door, asking me my name. “Christopher Bloom” I tell her, handing her my card [Christopher Bloom / Dudley Porsche & SAAB / Sales Manager] just to ease the tension and to gain trust. She looks at it impressively. She tells me that she is on her way to the beach; her boyfriend is meeting her there. I feel she just made up the boyfriend part to create distance between us. I don’t mind. She said her name but I did not catch it. It sounded like, Cartina or Carlina?

            As she shifts the Volkswagen out of the parking lot I notice her glance at my pants. The way I'm sitting you can see the outline of my cock in my black dress slacks. It's a little larger than normal, not hard-on size but it is at the place right before full erection. I can't help it, this girl is very sexy. The way her brunette hair is tied in a ponytail and small strands dangle around her ear, the bright white smile that holds her face together. I watch her small delicate hand shift the stick shift out into traffic. But the power that explodes my cock is knowing that in a few minutes I'm going to taste her.

            I look at her and she smiles. She must be about twenty-one or twenty-two. Her ‘C’ cup breasts are very real, I can tell by the way they sag in her yellow bathing suit top. She also must shave all of her body hair because her thighs have no hair on them. That's sexy. I love nice clean-shaven women. Oh, her cunt must taste so nice. She looks like the type of woman who gets real wet when aroused. I’m hoping a G-string is hiding under her shorts, wrapped around her ass, soaking up her moist cunt sweat. I'll keep that as a souvenir.

            What a sexy, sweet girl - and just because she is nice does not lessen the sexual hunger I have for her. What an idiot she is for giving a stranger a ride! I wonder how she has survived this long without someone else ripping her apart?

 The Mall-

            We just enter the parking lot of the mall. It's 9:30 a.m. and there are just a few cars scattered across the enormous lot. I know of a loading dock in the back behind Borinson's that has a well-hidden area. I'm telling her to go around the back of Borinson's and drop me off. She is just driving sipping on her bottled water totally oblivious to the FULL erect cock in my pants. I am so excited that I can feel the pre-cum dripping out of my cock hole onto my leg. I asked what the difference in taste is from one bottle of water compared to any other form of water. This useless information takes my mind off the excitement. She says Naive bottled water tastes cleaner. What the fuck does clean taste like? God, this bitch is losing points with me. Pointing my finger, I hate when I do that for some reason. I tell her to drop me off by the dumpster. She smiles, pulling up next to it. I open my door and get out. She looks me over again and smiles, she smiles a lot. I close my door and tell her to hang on a second. I rest the briefcase on her windowsill and open it. The whole time I am doing this I tell her I'm giving her some gas money. She smiles again and says that she doesn't need it, and for me to just return the favor sometime. I love the way her voice sooths the dirty city around and her eyes they way they accept the view of life from inside her gorgeous body.

            How could I hurt something that is making this world such a better place to be in? I can't! I hand her five dollars and she gives it back. I quickly explained the Indian story of giving, only because I saw it in a movie about Indians last week; when you get something you always give back, so you are always even with that person. She smiled again and finally takes it. As she touches my hand while taking the money my cock reaches full extension. Actually my cock is trying to grow bigger but I have no skin left for it. I see no good in her pathetic little life anymore.

            Dropping the briefcase purposely on the ground gives me a chance to get her. I have been deciding on how to immobilize her entire drive over. I pull out a can of mace and a stun gun; very woman like weapons. I mace her square in both eyes and before she could scream I place the stun gun (666,000 volts) on her throat and pull the trigger. Her foot slides off the clutch pedal as her body convulses while the car and myself slam into the dumpster. Not much of a sound, so I am not worried about being interrupted. She is trying to look at me. Her eyes are tearing red, swollen shut. I punch her in the head with my fist a few times and decide then that she is no physical threat to me. I open the car door and get in. She just fell across the stick shift and onto my lap. I push her over and into the back seat with my briefcase then slide into the drivers seat. I move the car down into the loading area, turn off the engine and make sure no is around. The store and the area outside of the mall are empty. I roll the windows up.  All of her windows are tinted, lucky me. I know I will not be disturbed.

The Ritual

            Right after I fold my clothes and place them on the passenger seat I cuff her legs and feet together. The front seats are pushed all the way up and the back one is lying down. It's a pretty comfortable setting for the space of a Volkswagen. She is still unconscious lying on her stomach and that is just as well. Her ass is up in the air and as I pull down her shorts my wish is fulfilled; she has on a black G-string. Teasing myself, I slowly begin to pull it off. It is more than I can stand. I rip it off; place it up to my nose and while smelling it I jack myself off. I’m so turned on by her odor that I must eat the G-string and without giving it a second thought I just chew it up and swallow it whole. Slowly I slide my tongue in and out, back and forth, all around her sexy starfish. I slam my face deep. The aroma is so delicious that I get half of my face up inside her ass, tearing her rectum in the process. My face is buried so deeply that I can just about taste what she had for dinner. Her skin is so smooth and warm. When I ease my tongue out, to my surprise I notice a white string dangling from her cunt. I pull on it and out pops a blood soaked tampon. The smell of blood and pussy juice drips from the stained cotton. I contemplate eating it but decide against it since the G-string is not sitting well. So I just toss it aside and place my fingers inside her blood wet cunt. She flinches from this, so I place another two fingers in her ass and beat her off. The odor from her cunt lingers on my lips. Every time I inhale I smell her.

I sit back and look at her for a few minutes.

            I just got done masturbating; three times already. But my forth orgasm will be with her. I have a theory about this. I don't like to give them the easy five-second orgasm that takes all the fun out of it. So I jack myself off about two or three times and then when I finally fuck them it takes about twenty minutes. She just moved a bit. I placed duct tape on her mouth and threw her fake sunglasses away in between the second and third orgasm. I want her to watch what we do together. I want her fully conscious. She must feel everything I am about to do to her! - Wake up cunt! Slap! Slap!

The Process

            She has finally settled down and her breathing although labored is relatively calm. I would call it shock. I tell her that I have done this many times before and all of my volunteers have enjoyed it up to the end. I also explain to her that she would not live through this so she better make the best of her last few minutes here on Earth. For the first time since I've known her she doesn’t smile. I ask her if she believes in God. She nods her head, yes. I look her right in the face, lick her mouth and taste the blood that falls from it and ask her, if her God loves her so much why would he make her go through this much pain and suffering before she dies.

            She starts to cry and somewhere deep down inside of me I know that killing this girl will not solve anything. All of my life ambitions have been spent around violent behavior. It started with the letter my mother received from Washington telling us that my father was killed in a helicopter crash over Hoe Chee, Nam. It was many hours later that same night when I saw my mother naked for the first time. She came into my room crying and drunk. She told me she loved me as tears ran down her face. She said that she needed to be held. She pulled down my pajamas and sucked my cock. I was just six years old and she didn’t pull my pajamas back up until I was almost twelve – ENOUGH! ENOUGH! ENOUGH! My shouting brings me back to her.

            I take a deep breath, sit back and watch this girl cry. I feel none of her pain nor do I care about her suffering. I have my own demons to compete with. I have been dealt the weird deck of cards in life and have learned to live with it. She sits there and stares at me. I touch her ass and she doesn’t flinch. I’m tired and bored. I open the Lexington briefcase to find the handcuff keys because I know I can’t go threw with fucking her up any longer. The keys unfortunately, are right next to the cord-less drill and as I reached down to grab them, I remember the first cunt I killed with it.

The Drill Origin-

            She was a college student. Her father was going to buy her a Porsche 944 for her twentieth birthday. It was the same old scene: Go look at one you like, drive it and then I'll call the accountant and he'll write them a check. She walked into the showroom late one summer night. She was young, almost to young for my taste. She had long blonde hair hiding underneath a baseball hat that had the letters C.S.I. embroidered across the front. She hid tan legs inside black sweatpants. As she walked her ample breasts bounced inside a beat up pullover sweatshirt. She was your typical Newport Beach Teasing Cocksucker (the I'll give you head but won't fuck you type). As I showed her every make and model of Porsche that we had on the lot, she took to me quite well. My salesman charm won her over. My strategy was none; I figured price didn't mean shit to her since daddy was sporting the bill. The office was about to close. I told Barnes, the evening manager, that I was going on a test drive and that I would take the car home and bring it back in the morning. He agreed when he saw the piece of ass I was taking on a test drive. Besides he knew the scene in Newport and he figured if she liked the car her father would by in a few days to delivery us a check. So the thought of staying open late for her to sign paper work was useless.

            I grabbed my briefcase from my office, tossed it up front with me and we were off up to the Laguna Canyon. Just for the record I take everyone up there. It's quiet and you can really open the Porsche up to it's full potential. As we drove into the dark canyons, I small talked with her about the comfort of the car, the power behind it, etc. I asked her how she liked the feel of the car. She smiled and nodded.

            I was in a mood that night. Maybe it was the fresh air or the way her long legs stretched out onto the gas pedal. Nervously, I touched her hand as it held the shifter. She looked at me strangely. I told her to pull over so I could get some paper work out of my briefcase. The Porsche rolled to a stop on the side of the road. The canyon was dark, deserted and if not for a few crickets, very quiet: the usual.

            I opened my briefcase slightly and slid my hand around the brand new Clack and Becker cord-less drill with a custom diamond tip three and a half in diameter drill bit; the ones used for doorknob holes. I moved my other hand onto her leg and stroked up to her crotch. She started shaking and tried pushing my hand away from her cunt. My right hand swung around and I plunged the drill into her stomach. But I didn’t turn it on, not yet. I looked at her as she sat like a fragile statue. “Pull down your pants.” Tears ran down her face. I eased the drill off of her stomach and gave it a quick spin. The noise of a cord-less drill is so soothing. She hesitantly pulled her pants down. Red petite panties remained. She started muttering something about how she didn't want to die. Like I cared. I wanted to kill her; she was so young and stupid. I wanted to kill her again and again! Tear off her fucking useless head and shove my fist inside her throat and pull out her heart. I kissed her softly on the neck, licking her ear. She proceeded to vomit all over the dash. I didn’t care. I considered her fear foreplay, an appetizer if you will. “Get out of the car.” I said in a whisper. She removed her seat belt and looked at me. “Get out.” I told her again. She tried pulling up her pants. My left hand slammed against her mouth. “Leave them off!” She opened the door as blood dripped from her lip. I got out and was coming around the side of the car when she started running. Her pants still down to her knees. She was twenty feet ahead of me before she fell in true classic Horror Movie Heroine style. I grabbed her and dragged her by her hair down a small brush.

            My erect cock fit inside her like a round peg in a square hole. She let out a scream that was quickly thwarted by my fist again against her mouth. A small crack was heard as her jaw separated from its hinge. I fucked her hard and fast. Biting at her pink nipples until they bled. Licking the blood from her face with each thrust of my cock into her tight virgin pussy. If it had not been for the blood from her hymen ripping open it would have been a dry painful fuck. I pointed the cord-less drill against the soft smooth skin of her neck and turned it on. The sound was so soothing. Fully charged it bored into her like a hot knife entering a puppy’s belly. The diamond bit shot out the back of her head like a New Year’s cork and by using the flip switch reverse trigger, I backed it out of her head and left her there, useless. The coyotes will fuck her next. I drove the car back to the lot, got her car drove it back to the canyon, and left it there covering up any tire tracks the Porsche made. I then walked back to the dealership five miles, picked up the Porsche and took it home to clean up the puke that remained. But not before I place her sweet vomit, still slightly warm, all over my cock and beat off to the image of her pink nipples, which had been resting in my stomach for a few hours. She was found two days later. They never caught the person that killed her.

Behind The Mall-

            My mind returns back to reality and the briefcase. I pick up the handcuff keys and leave the drill alone, the whore sees me do this. If her mouth was not covered in duct tape I’m sure she would be smiling. I look at her, touch her ass again. It had to be one of the smoothest pieces of tissue I have ever touched. It’s so round and tight, the way her butthole puckers and stares at me. It calls me, inviting me to explore deeper inside of it.

            Before closing the briefcase, I pull out the same drill that was used on the Laguna Canyon bitch. With a smaller bit this time I plunge it into her ass but don't turn it on, not yet anyway. She bucks and kicks as best she can, screaming if she could. I insert my very stiff cock into her cunt, she's wet. I ride her in the dog position and then right before I'm about to come, I press the trigger, the drill turns on. I can feel the bit spinning just above my cock. The layer of skin that divides my cock from the drill is paper-thin. She has stopped moving and the fun is over. She died to soon. Sometimes they fight for their lives and want to live. Sometimes they give up hope and just wish for death. I guess she prayed to her God and believed that he was there in her life and she went away.

            I pull out the drill and pull off the colon pieces that are wrapped around the drill bit. I look at her for a few seconds and then rip the tape off of her mouth. Her eyes stare at me. I try masturbating again with her blood but can't. I just stare at her, resting quietly. I sit in total silence and then shut her eyes.

            I uncuff her and place all of my toys back inside the Lexington. The smile on her face never leaves. Even dead she looks happy. I know that my day is not over, it's just beginning. I get dressed, kiss her good-bye and wipe down the car for my prints making sure I leave nothing behind. I open the Lexington one more time and remove the object that will complete my masterpiece. I place the object into her ass; the hole is wide enough from all the drilling so it slips right in. Before I leave, I set the can of lighter fluid a bit deeper in her ass, light it, shut the door and calmly walk away.

Inside The Mall-

            The gutter on the other side of the mall had enough water in it for me to wash my hands. Once I am clean enough I walk into the mall and buy a new shirt and a tie at Borinson's. I sit down and eat a light lunch. Even though I do not have much of an appetite I eat all I can. Judging by the evidence of my day so far, I know that tonight will be a late one. Today will not be easy to surpass. It's going to take a lot to match that smooth ass she had.

            I walked around the mall flirting with different women. None of them have the smooth skin that I just enjoyed. I stopped in the cutlery store and marvel at all the steel. I leave the store with a package in hand and feeling good. I enter Maria's Hair Salon deciding to pamper myself. I sit down in a chair and wait to get my hair trimmed off the sides and a little off the top. A woman with red hair comes up behind me and starts brushing my hair. I play with her as she cuts my hair. I feel her tits graze the back of my neck. I almost start to masturbate when I hear something in the distance. I listen very carefully so I know exactly what it is I am hearing. I tell the girl, who's name is Kim to stop cutting my hair for a second. She looks at me and I wave my hand at her. God, I hate it when I do that! Why do I always wave my hand like and idiot? “I hear something and it is getting louder.” I tell her. She asks me what it is. I lean back in the chair and start laughing. She is so stupid that she starts laughing with me for no reason at all. When I finally stop she asks me what is so funny. I turn and look right into her eyes until I know I have her attention. Until I can see my reflection off her pupils and the rage of insanity breathes hard like the cheetah in pursuit. I turn saying nothing and my mirrored reflection looks back at her. The siren is getting louder and it is now just a matter of time. I know they will find the burned out Volkswagen soon enough and then find the whore with the bottle of lighter fluid in her ass. Looking into Kim's eyes, I feel my body begin to react to the thought of fucking her. The pleasure of engulfing her core is mind blowing. I know then and there that these feelings will never leave me. They are too much a part of me, who I am, who my mother was when they found her sliced open on her bed with a bottle of vodka in her cunt. I accept who I am until they hunt me down and kill me. I grab onto the arms of the chair as the rage begins to build. Still taking her in, a small cute smile appears. I look up at Kim and ask her out to dinner. Of course she says, yes. “Do you like Salmon?” I ask. She nods while trimming the back of my hair. “That’s wonderful. Tonight I'll make us a Salmon Florentine with a brackish cucumber salad.” She smiles, softly rubbing her breasts against my neck while trimming a little off the top. Yes, a nice salmon and a California chardonnay will be excellent. This will give me a chance to use the new Le Rouge surgical steel carving knife set I purchased from the cutlery store.

©2001 John Turi