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Nancy Drew should have stayed out of my town
Based on the Emma Roberts Nancy Drew movie
By now, I was drunk with power. I had multiple attacks under my belt, including a mass murder of six people at once. I wasn’t dumb enough not to be cautious, though. I was contemplating going out of town for girls with the new car my parent’s had gotten me for my eighteenth birthday for good grades. For some reason, being a serial killer had made me able to concentrate better in school and focus in other ways. They were so proud of me- I wonder what they would have thought if they knew what was making me focused.
Pickings were really slim, and I had to content myself to masturbating over the pictures of my victims while holding their underwear. People were just being way to careful. Then, a new girl showed up. She was around 16, and wandering around town, but not like just a new girl. Then, I figured out why she looked familiar. We had had a famous teenage detective come to our school and talk to us about one of her cases, where she busted a drug dealer, and then to “just say no” to drugs. It was obvious that she was after me. The question was, was she working with someone, or alone for now. I watched her for a few days, and saw she was alone. Now, I had to come up with a game plan to take out a dangerous opponent. I wasn’t going to do it without having that body though, and I knew a goody-goody like her had to be a virgin.
I had planned carefully, but I admit I was counting on her thinking like everyone else- that I had to be an adult. I looked young for my age, so that didn’t hurt. But, what did her in in the end was her boldness. She heard somewhere about the rumors that I liked bondage, but figured out that it was just a lead. I was sitting at home playing with my pictures and collection of underwear one afternoon when the doorbell rang. My parents were gone for a long weekend, so I felt safe. I looked out the window and saw her at the door. She was wearing a dress that came to just below mid thigh, and suntan pantyhose. She had an incredible body, with nicely developed breasts, and the right curves for her age. She had that bag she seemed to carry all the time, which she had shown us at the school that carried all of her investigative stuff. I had to think on the fly. I had never killed someone close to home, much less in the house, so I decided to go on instinct.
I opened the door, and she introduced herself. I said that I had heard her speak before, and admired her work. I took her into the living room, where I had thrown an afghan over the pictures and underwear. I asked if she would like a drink, and she said yes to a glass of lemonade. I liked that- the taste would cover the taste of the little present I was slipping into it. It was a new drug called roofies on the street. She drank the lemonade, and asked me some questions. I admitted an interest in bondage, just to see her reaction. She managed to not freak out. I watched as the drug slowly took hold.
When she was unable to move, I took the afghan off of the stuff, and began showing her the pictures of the dead girls and each of their underwear. I ran my hand along her leg and told her that fucking with me was her last case, and I would soon have her picture and underwear, too.
I still hadn’t figured what to do with her, but luckily, I had my car in the garage. I went out and lined the trunk with plastic, and then dragged her out to it and through her in the trunk. She still couldn’t move, but I still used handcuffs to bind wrists and ankles, looping one chain over the other to hog tie her. I used a rag to gag her. As she lay there, I couldn’t resist, and rolled her pantyhose down and caught a glimpse of chaste white panties. I felt her through them, and her pussy felt untouched. I also put my hands on her breasts through her dress and bra as I kissed her cheek, and said, we’re going to have so much fun together.
I went back inside and got her pack, and then had an idea. I reopened the trunk, and told her I had something to keep her company. I took her old- fashioned magnifying glass and showed it to her. I said, “let’s see if we can find somewhere interesting to put this”. I put a finger in her ass, and then two, as she screamed. I then stuck the handle of the glass into her ass as far as it would go, and then shut the lid and drove off.
I thought about where I could take her, and then remembered an old log cabin in the woods. No one had lived there for years. I knew kids and homeless people used it from time to time, but hoped it was empty. I was lucky- it wasn’t being used. When we got there, I popped the trunk and found that she hadn’t dislodged the handle despite her struggles. I dragged her into the cabin, and threw her on the floor. I grabbed the handle by the glass, and yanked it out hard, causing to scream into her gag. I uncuffed her legs and cuffed her to a hook on the floor. She had torn her pantyhose up pretty bad while struggling in the trunk, so I finished pulling them off. She tried to kick me, so I stomped on both her legs and told her to stop as she screamed some more. I pulled her panties off, and then tore her dress off. She had a bra on underneath that I carefully removed. I took out the gag and said, now you’re going to tell me if you told anyone you were coming to see me. Scream if you want, I’m going to enjoy it.
I looked around the cabin for something to help, and found a number of toys. I took a couple of tent spikes and made her get up on her knees, still cuffed to the floor, and then nailed the spikes through her feet into the floor. this left her ass and pussy standing up in a nice position, so I decided to add to her screaming. I showed her my cock and said, you’ll beg to suck this by the time I’m done, and then knelt behind her. I rubbed her pussy, and then positioned myself and shoved in. I hit her cherry and tore right through, looking for the maximum of pain and shame. She was screaming and crying, begging me to stop. I reached under her and grabbed her breasts, using them as leverage as I pumped in and out. I finally shot off my load into her and pulled out. Since I knew I had time, I lit up a smoke. I took a few puffs, and told her I would share it with her, right before I ground it out on her ass. She screamed again, and then again as I shoved the handle of the magnifying glass up her pussy. I smeared some of her blood in her ass, and shoved my cock in. She screamed again at the double penetration as I shoved the glass in and out in time with my cock. When I came this time, I pulled out, walked around her, and sprayed it in her face.
I then asked her again if she was ready to talk. I said, I’m done filling your holes, so now it will be about the torture. I uncuffed her from the floor and sat her back on her knees so that I could cuff her wrists to ankles with her feet still nailed to the floor. this position was putting pressure on the magnifying glass and shoving it into her pussy, too. I got some brush together and made a little pile under her pussy, and then used it to burn her pussy hair as she screamed again. I said, ready to answer my question, and she screamed no. I had to admit that she was tough. No wonder she had such a reputation. I lit another cigarette and after a couple of puffs, put it out on her breast. She still wouldn’t give up, and now I was getting pissed. I removed the glass from her pussy and told her this was her last chance before I did the worst. She shook her head again, so I pulled out my gun and stuck in her pussy. When she still wouldn’t talk, I pulled the trigger. She jumped so hard, I thought her feet would pull the spikes out of the floor. She screamed repeatedly in pain and told me that she had told no one. She just wanted me to get her some help. I was already hard again, so I told her I would after she gave me a blow job. She could hardly move, but opened her mouth, and I fucked her face until I came in her throat and forced her to drink it. She was bleeding pretty badly from her pussy, so I took off the cuffs as if I was going to free her. Instead, I took her hands, forced her into a position on hands and knees, and nailed her hands to the floor through the backs with two more spikes. I took the magnifying glass and shoved it into her ass and gagged her. I told her that I would alert the cops as to where to find the body, took some nice pictures, and her bra and panties, and left. I had to hurry to find her car and move it away from my house before someone spotted it.
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