****** Security Problem by Anastasius ******
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Security Problem


As she unlocked the front door of her home Sara Lennox was only slightly
surprised that the apartment was in darkness. Usually by this time (9.00 p.m.)
her housemate Julie would be home.

Sara and Julie had been friends for years, so it was only natural that when
they had both left home 6 months ago, that they should share. Sara worked as a
waitress at a local restaurant, all the customers liked her cheerful
disposition and all the men liked her firm 21 year old body, sometimes clad
tightly in denim to emphasize her well proportioned 38-24-36 figure. Sometimes
(as this evening) she wore an innocent pale cotton dress, demure yet allowing
tantalizing impressions of her scanty briefs underneath.

That week one customer in particular had taken a special interest in Sara, he
had watched her non-stop and made his plans.

The apartment that the girls shared was over a low-cost supermarket and was
cheap for its size -- two large bedrooms, a sitting room, kitchen and a huge
old fashioned bathroom was a real find. Because they shared it it didn't really
matter that there were no neighbors nearby, did it?

Sara switched on the lights and walked to her bedroom, unbuttoning the front of
her dress as she went, and looking forward to the shower that would rinse off
the day's grime and the smell of food. The dress was unfastened to her navel as
she passed the normally open door of her friend; today it was shut. "Julie are
you in? Are you OK?"

Sara thought she heard a tiny sound and so, fatally, she opened the door.

A lot of things happened at once.

Sara flicked the light switch. Nothing happened, but an instant later an iron
hard hand clamped over her mouth while another twisted her arm painfully up her
back. A voice hissed in her ear "If you make a noise I will break your neck,"
at the same time her pinioned arm was cuffed and then joined to her other
wrist. A moment later her assailant removed his hand and taped her mouth with
duct tape.

In the darkness Sara shook and sobbed with fear, her knees actually knocking in
terror. The voice started again "Make any noise and you will be sorry." With
that he turned on Julie's bedside lamp and Sara saw her friend.

Julie Baxter was 22 years old and apart from her slightly large breasts (38B-
25-35) she could have been a fashion model. Shoulder length honey blonde hair
set off a cute face with incredible blue eyes. Her long legs were slim and trim
and took her to a tall yet not gangly 5' 10".

When Sara had left for work Julie had been in loose jeans and a T-shirt, ready
for a day of housework. Now Julie stood totally nude in front of her, legs taut
as a result of balancing on a kitchen chair. A thick leather belt encircled her
waist and her arms were clipped to it by means of wrist cuffs, each attached to
a steel ring, several of which were on the belt. None of this was the first
thing that Sara saw however, her eyes were drawn to the thick white noose that
encircled her neck the rope rising to a substantial eyebolt in the ceiling. A
pulley had been used to take up the slack, and the rope from that was firmly
attached to a strong hook screwed into the doorframe.

Julie's eyes were wide with terror and her cheeks were streaked with tears.
Sara quite literally could not believe her eyes, her knees buckled and she fell
to the floor.

"Get up Bitch, your friend has something to say to you."

Julie, her voice breaking with fear, whispered "Sara, he will kill me if you
don't do as he says. Pleeeease pleeeease do as he says"

He walked to Sara and ripped off the duct tape. "Well? Will you do as she
says?"

Sara looked helplessly at her pitiless captor and begged "Let us go please, we
won't tell the police, just let us go mister... I'm begging you!"

The psychopaths' eyes remained as hard and cold as before. He said simply,
"Strip off, leave just your pants on and kneel at your friend's feet." With
that he removed the cuffs from Sara's wrists and stood, his hands resting on
the chair which stood between Julie and oblivion. He watched as Sara shakily
removed first her dress and then her lacy bra to free her soft young breasts.
The madman felt his prick harden as Sara's body (imagined all week) was
exposed. The vulnerable softness of her skin, her fear tightened nipples, the
smoothness of her belly, and her curved and sensuous back were his to do with
as he pleased! Once she was down to her brief semi-translucent panties Sara,
terrified of his anger if she didn't obey, then knelt at the feet of Julie, her
hands resting on the chair, which she could feel quivering with her friends
terror.

"Now we will play a little game," he started. Taking a pen from his pocket he
wrote a word on a small piece of paper which he then folded.

He explained to Julie "Your little friend here is a real cock teaser and I want
to fuck her! However there is one hole of her body I want to fuck reeeal bad.
I've written it on this bit of paper, and you must guess it. If you are right I
get to fuck it!! If you are wrong I get to fuck it as well!! But you sadly lose
and the penalty is... you can guess!!" He laughed mirthlessly as the sick rules
of his game sank in.

Julie looked wildly round her eyes pleading her chest heaving. After an
agonizing minute he stood close to Julie. "Times up!" was all he said. Julie
had no idea what went on in the mind of the pervert and no conception of where
or how he would want to "fuck" her friend but desperately she guessed "her
mouth."

He smiled. "Sara, stand up!" he ordered.

Sara was now level with Julie's breasts, the nipples were hardened and the
surface of her breasts were shiny with sweat.

He unfolded the piece of paper. It said simply, "Asshole."

The paper fell to the ground and he took Sara's wrists and once again cuffed
them behind her back. She trembled at his touch but all the time was looking at
the terrified eyes of Julie who was sobbing with fear.

Once Sara was cuffed he approached Julie and ran his hands over her defenseless
body. He cupped her heavy breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers and
feeling their soft weight. Then his hands passed over her tummy, tracing around
her almond shaped navel before continuing into the trim blonde triangle of her
pubes and then between her legs. Julie drew her breath in sharply as his index
finger probed into her terror-dry vagina which was hot and tight to his finger.
His other hand passed behind her and he ran his finger tips between the cleft
of her buttocks which was surprisingly moistened by the young woman's sweat. He
forced his index finger up past the tight ring of her anus, drawing a small
gasp from Julie. He twisted it until it was as high as he could and smiled
coldly as he felt the strong pulse of her heart in the depth of her bowel.

He drew his finger out with an audible sucking noise. He then quickly
undressed, releasing his hard 9 inch prick and uncovering his iron hard
muscular body.

Once he was naked he stood in front of the chair with Julie upon it and linked
his hands between her legs to take her weight.

Julie gasped. "NOOoooo!" she sobbed. It was the last free breath of her life.
Almost in slow motion he pulled the chair from beneath her feet which struggled
wildly trying to stay on for a desperate fraction of a second until they
finally swung free in the air and the noose tightened around her throat, taking
the weight. The noose was expertly placed and tied and so it shut off Julie's
air supply immediately and completely.

He stepped back, and holding her by the hair, forced Sara to watch. Although
hanging Julie was, at that moment still very much alive, her legs flailed
wildly and her fingers clenched and unclenched as they pulled desperately at
the steel rings that held them to her waist. Her eyes were wide with terror and
her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her large breasts bounced as she
desperately and hopelessly gasped for air. Her body swung from side to side,
giving the two spectators a full view of her death throes.

The killer watched satisfied as his dreadful work unfolded. After about 90
seconds, Julie's face was darkening and her swollen tongue protruded from her
open mouth. Her nipples were a dark purple color as hard as bullets at the end
of her turgid breasts. Her movements were weaker now her feet looked like she
was on a bicycle and her eyes were beginning to glaze over. After a minute more
her face was very darkened and swollen, a small trickle of drool ran from one
corner of her mouth. Still bound to her waist her hands moved weakly a few more
moments and her abdomen started to spasm. A gentle hiss was heard as her
urethra lost control and a sad and steady pale yellow stream of urine ran
irregularly down her legs to patter then pool on the floor. A few terrible
shudders shook her body, her fingers and toes balled up tightly, and then she
was dead.

Her hands relaxed and her toes uncurled as her dead body swung gently at the
end of the implacable rope. Then as a final indignity, her bowel loosened and a
small poignant quantity of shit plopped messily and odorously down her legs.
Then silence.

Sara heard rather than felt her own sobs breaking the silence. But her ordeal
was just about to begin. He pushed her face down onto Julie's bed and tore
unceremoniously at the fragile pants that covered her bottom. She felt him
thumb apart her buttocks and grunt appreciatively as he saw her tight pinky
brown anus. She braced herself as she felt the hot blunt head of his penis
press against her secret orifice. He pushed hard forcing her breath out in a
gasp, but the tightness of her sphincter and the size of his dick meant that he
did not penetrate her.

She felt just a moment of relief as he got off the bed and heard him fumble in
his discarded trousers. Perhaps he would have some lubricant?

Her relief ended abruptly as she saw the knife he held.

"NOOOO!! PLEASE!!"

"Shut UP! Bitch!!"

Kneeling astride her he used his left hand to part the cheeks, then positioning
the point of the blade in the center of her butt hole he stabbed firmly and at
an angle up into her rectum, the finely honed blade slicing easily through her
delicate defenseless membranes.

Sara had never felt such pain and screamed like a wild animal. Blood welled out
from the now torn anus. He straddled her again slid the bulbous head of his
prick up and down the crack of her bum and once it was wetly coated with her
flowing blood and it was with that as a lubricant he now pushed his dick easily
and deeply into her gut.

The ring of her anal sphincter was completely cut but this did not stop the
delicate entrance tearing further as he rammed his bone hard erection into her
bottom. Sara swooned in pain but recovered consciousness a few seconds later to
the grunts of the madman and a deep and terrible agony in her behind. He looked
as his phallus pistoned in and out of the gory entrance to her rectum. His
prick was completely covered in blood and the pale faun contents of the young
woman's colon. The knife thrust had ruptured the thin membrane separating her
Vagina from her rectum and with each thrust blood now seeped from between her
Labia to dribble across her pretty pink pussy and soak into the sheet. After
several minutes of agony he started to thrust harder into Sara's sweat covered
body. His first jet of ejaculate was spurted deep into her gut but he then
withdrew wanking his prick to jet thick white gobs of sperm onto the gaping
wound of her bum and across her blood streaked buttocks.

He flicked her limp and sobbing body over. Her cunt and pubes were matted and
stained with blood but her breasts were still unblemished. Soft smooth globes
of pinkness tipped out with tight raspberry sized nipples.

He picked up the knife again and was amused to see the terror struck victim pee
herself in fear, little involuntary spurts of amber urine seeming to jump out
of her matted pubic hair. He used the knife to cut a length of sheet from the
bed. He wound it around her throat.

She knew she was going to die. He saw that in her face.

Sitting astride her his prick resting in the soft valley between her breasts,
he pulled on the free ends of the ligature, slowly.

She hardly had any fight in her but instinct took over as she bucked and
thrashed under his irresistible weight and strength. He judged it carefully,
his next plan needed timing.

As her face darkened and the need for air became all consuming he let go of his
deadly sheet rope and pressed her forehead down with one hand whilst holding
his penis with the other.

Feeling the airway clearing Sara drew in a great gasp of air (or at least she
tried) for at that moment he started pissing directly into her wide-open mouth.
She inhaled his urine directly into her lungs causing her to drown/choke/
suffocate all at once. His pungent yellow stream played on her face as violent
spasms shook her. He was still pissing carelessly on her face and breasts as he
once again pulled tightly until a few moments later Sara was still.

He stood up, patting the cooling corpse of Julie playfully on the buttocks.

He showered, feeling relaxed and care free.

Then he went home.

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