The Maddog

The Maddog Part 4

       It was a really special moment when we got home.  Dad had moved my previous conquest to a corner of my own, and now I got to put up Kayli’s bra and panties.  It wasn’t easy to choose a still shot from the video, but then I was able to capture the moment that I fired the pistol into her pussy.  It was perfect.  I blew it up, and then put it on the wall.  I then made two copies of the recording of our mutual fun- one for his trophy, one for mine. 

He called me upstairs, and said, “Guess what?  The press is going berserk.  I forgot to tell you that when I checked, they were the daughters of a local newsman”.  We watched on TV as he and his wife begged for help in solving the horrible crime.  I knew I should have felt something besides sheer enjoyment, but I couldn’t help it.  I was loving the attention. 

We took a break, which I hated, for a couple of weeks.  I knew it was necessary, though.  Then, I got tired of listening to the parents whining.  I had an inspired thought.  There was no sane way that anyone would think that we would go back after the parents.  Kill the Dad, and then have some fun with the Mom.  I knew Dad wouldn’t approve of the chance I would be taking, but he was out of town.  Hell, he was probably getting some wherever he was, anyway. 

Being intimately familiar with the house helped with planning.  I knew that since he worked the early news show, they went to bed early.  I went up to the door this time.  I knew she would answer, and I told her that I knew who the killers were, but that I was scared to death of telling.  She had me come in, and offered me a soda.  When she went upstairs to get her husband, I hid behind the doorway to another room, by the stairs, where I could step out behind him. 

When they came down the stairs, I had my tazers ready.  As soon as they went by, I stepped behind them, and zapped them.  I didn’t waste any time.  I cuffed her hands and feet, and dragged her into the living room, and then dragged him in there and laid her over him.  I then gagged her, and went into the kitchen.  I was looking for the largest knife I could find. 

When I got back, with a big cutting knife, they were awake, but he was still too weak to even move her off him.  I had also brought a hammer.  I moved her down to his waist, and then told her, “There is no hope for you, anymore than there ever was for the girls”. 

I took the knife, and plunged it straight down into his throat.  I pounded it into the floor with the hammer, as he choked on his blood.  I had driven it through his adam’s apple.  Blood splattered her, as she screamed into her gag.  I told her, “You shouldn’t have been saying some of the things you did about Dad and I on the TV.  It was him who tore apart Georgi, so you don’t have to worry about that, but I’m going to make you scream”. 

Once he was finally dead, I laid her down in the pool of blood, next to him.  She tried to get away, but I was holding her down.  I wasn’t being particular careful.  I tore her nightgown off, and then pulled down her panties.  I took some of his blood and smeared it around her cunt, and then used two fingers to put it up in there.  I could see her horror at what I was doing, but she couldn’t squirm away.  I told her, “I think I’ll treat you like the bitch you are, and have you from behind”. 

I dragged her over to the couch, and buried her face in the cushions.  I then lined up my dick with her bloodstained pussy, and shoved in.  Her screams were muffled by the cushions, but I could hear them.  I reached down beneath her, and mauled her breasts as I shoved in and out. 

I finally shot off my load into her.  I pulled out, dripping her husbands blood, and my cum.  I told her, “Now comes some of the fun”.  I had brought an o-ring gag with me to try out.  I replaced the penis gag in her mouth with it, and then shoved my cock in her mouth, saying, “I know you want to bite it off.  But, just to piss you off more, let me tell you the last things your girls said.  Both of them were begging us to torture the other more, if we would just make the pain stop.  I told Kayli I would kill her fast, but then I shot her in the pussy, and left her to die hanging there”. 

I let her spit out a few words when I switched gags.  She said, “We still have a son, who’s grown, and he will never stop looking until he kills you”.  I laughed and said, “If he does, well, I’ve never had a guy.  Maybe I’ll shove it up his ass while my dad makes him blow him.  That sounds like fun.  Maybe we’ll go after him”.

She was screaming rage at me as I re-gagged her.  I hadn’t planned an elaborate death, because of time constraints, but had tortured her mentally instead. 

I went and got another knife from the kitchen, after taking some rope, and stretching out one piece from her ankle cuffs to the couch, and then another from a recliner leg to a slip knot that I put around her neck.  It was tightened to just sort of choking her.  I then grabbed the knife and hammer, and sat on her legs, so she couldn’t move.  I then stabbed her in the stomach, where my Dad had shown me would cause huge pain, and make a person bleed out, but slowly.  I drove it through the floor, so she was stuck. 

I then kneeled by her head, and licked her cheek.  She was too far gone to even scream.  I told her, “Say hi to the girls for me, especially to Kayli.  She was really special.  I wish I could bring her back just to do it again”.  She let out what sounded like a couple of curse words as I was leaving. 

On the way out, I grabbed a bra from her room that smelled of her.  When I got home, I created a new display, with a wonderful picture for my Dad of her on the floor, with the knife in her.  I had framed it so that her husband’s body was in the shot. 

The next morning, I was awakened by my Dad by my bed yelling at me to get up.  When I did, he knocked me down again.  I lay there shocked.  He had never hit me.  He said, “You dumb ass!  You could have been caught!  If the girl’s murders were all over the news before, it’s way worse now.  But, I do want to see what you did”. 

I took him downstairs to our “Museum”, and he looked carefully at the picture, and then we watched the recording.  He said, “I hate to admit it, but it was a fine job.  But, we are better off as a team.  Never act alone again unless something happens to me.  Now, let’s go out back.  I have a surprise for you”.  We went out, and I saw a dog on a chain.  He told it that I was a friend, and I went over and petted it.  I had seen pictures of the breed before, but I had never seen a mastiff.  And, even the pictures didn’t do their size justice.  Dad said, “He’s trained to be a guard dog, and also for a special trick.  Wait until you see it.  In the underground where people like you and I exist, there are a couple of people who train dogs for sex with people, voluntary or not.  I’ve even heard that they will take males too.  We can take him with us when we go out again”.  I smiled at the idea of it.  This was just going to be even more fun than before.