He decided that she must have gone back to the house. He paced back to the house, nodded to the officers standing outside, and entered. He walked through the dining room into the kitchen, and he noticed the kitchen phone was gone. Perhaps she had tried to call for help?
Someone picked up on the first ring, “9-1-1 Emergency, what is your emergency?” She heard the door from the extension open, it had always made a creaking sound, and she heard footsteps. She ran into she ducked underneath the kitchen table just as the intruder entered the room.
She whispered urgently into the phone, “There’s someone in my house. He just killed my friend, hurry! Please. I’m scared…” she resisted the urge to cry and kept herself quiet, as to not alert the intruder to her presence.
The operator replied immediately, “Where are you? I’m sending help as soon as I can. Find a place to hide until the police arrive!” Caroline trembled; she had a horrible gut feeling…
She whispered back into the phone, “I’m at—” She stopped as she felt warm hands on her ankles, and she was dragged out from underneath the table from behind. She screamed and dropped the phone, desperately struggling to escape the intruder. But just like Nick, she couldn’t.
Detective Midnight found the kitchen phone underneath the table, and concluded that she had hidden there while she tried to call for help. It was broken. She must have dropped it… but why? The stranger must have startled her when he found her hiding there…
He pulled her slender body up against his chest, and whispered into her ear, “Nobody can help you now.” He licked her ear, and touched her naked body from behind. His arm slid around to cup her small, perk breasts alternately as he simultaneously kissed her soothingly along her neck. His fingertips brushed over her tips, and he squeezed them barely, making her eyes fill with tears and causing her to scream at the same time.
“Relax and I promise you it won’t hurt as badly as I can make it.” He held the relatively small girl in his arms, and carried her upstairs into the master bedroom, her flailing limbs ripping paintings hung along the walls off in her path. He tossed her on the bed, like a sack of potatoes, and climbed on top of her. He didn’t bother wasting time pleasuring her, and proceeded to strip down on top of her.
The detective walked back up the stairs, paying careful note to the broken pictures scattered along the floor. She had struggled, she hadn’t given up yet.
She saw that it was eight inches long and very, very thick. It was bigger than Nick’s. Nick! …he had been killed, most certainly. She couldn’t cry, she couldn’t show weakness – Nick hadn’t. Nick had loved her… She wished that all of this had never happened. If she had never called him he wouldn’t have come! It was her fault he was dead!
He didn’t waste time pleasuring either her or himself, that wasn’t the purpose of all this. He carefully aligned his thick and long dick, and proceeded to thrust into her. He broke past her virginity, that she had wanted Nick so badly to take from her. This intruder, this rapist, this stranger didn’t deserve to have it; it belonged to the one who loved her.
Each thrust made her cry with agony, and struggle to get him off of her, but he wouldn’t budge. She dug her nails into his back each time he entered her, and she tried screaming for help many, many times. …Help that would never come. He kept thrusting into her for twenty long, agonizing minutes of sheer pleasure for him. Then he lifted up her fragile form, removed her from the partial comfort of the bed, and shoved her up against the wall, face first. She put out her arms to keep herself from hurting her head, but one of his hands slid along her bare back down to her tiny little ass. He squeezed her small butt; he pinched the cheeks and slapped them, turning them a pale pink. Then he shoved her ass up to the wall, and inserted his middle finger into her ass.
“Ahh… you feel nice.” He pulled his middle finger out, and offered it to her, “Lick it.” She felt queasy, but did as she was told. He touched her tenderly, sounding a little sympathetic, “I promise you that this isn’t because of you. You’re nice, but I have to kill you, and I have to kill you with my cock.” She whimpered, and he brushed his fingers over her face, brushing a couple stray hairs from her face, “Don’t be sad, I’ll make it go easy for you.”
He pulled out a thin tube of lotion, and smoothened some over his enormous cock. The contrast of sensations, the coolness of the lotion and the throbbing heat of his dick made him groan softly. He chuckled lightly, and then spread her ass cheeks with his hands and began to fuck her ass, slowly. He slid in and out slowly, as not to hurt her more than necessary. He found himself speeding up, and he didn’t try to stop himself.
He thrust harder and harder into her ass, she struggled again, and this time she managed to escape. She raced for the door, but he grabbed her by her hair. She tripped, but regardless of him grabbing her hair, she tried to get out of the room.
He frowned, and realized he should end it before she might actually escape. He closed the door and got down next to her. He began fucking her pussy again, on the floor, as she desperately reached for escape she could never have. She kept trying to reach it; she nearly wanted to die… anything to escape the pain and intrusion he was giving her. He picked her up again and threw her on the bed. She was limp, near dead, and her body was like a ragdoll.
He spread apart her legs again, and she made no resist this time. The pain was overwhelming her, making it near impossible to think, to speak. He thrust his rock hard dick in again, she simply twitched. He kept it there, wondering whether to cum or not. Deciding he’d rather not leave evidence that could be used against him behind, he pulled out a vial.
The vial was filled completely with a white fluid; cum he had collected years before, during his first killing. Ah… the memories were so strong. He emptied the fluid on and around her pussy, and thrust into her a couple more times to spread the cum around the inside. She twitched each time, and shuddered slightly. She was nearly gone. He knew.
He got over on top of her, suckled on a tit gently while one of his hands cupped the other breast. His final hand slid down to her ass, holding an ass cheek as he thrust into her a couple more times. Each one of these thrusts was rapid, going in farther than he had before. Her muscles were stretched and ripped from his cock, her vagina wasn’t capable of holding it – and especially with the minimal lubricant and intensity of each thrust. She couldn’t survive it. He forced himself into her, one more time, pushing up from her ass simultaneously as he did. She shuddered, and slowly, her body relaxed. He moved his mouth up from her tits to her lips and made out with her, she made no movement or response.
He kissed her lightly on her forehead, pulled his still throbbing dick out, and relieved himself into one of the pillowcases. He quickly dressed himself, in the process dropping the vial which slid underneath the bed. He walked out the door, taking one last look back at the young, adorable girl he had killed, before grabbing the pillowcase and walking down the stairs and out the door.
Detective Midnight didn’t know what to do from here. He was still left with questions: How had Aaron Heart’s sperm gotten on the body? Why didn’t Miss Oswald respond when Caroline knocked on the door and broke her window? How had the rapist gotten into the house extension?
Agent Ann got onto the floor and pulled out a vial from underneath the bed. She held it up, looking at the drops of cum inside of it. That solved one question: Aaron Heart’s sperm had been placed there. He couldn’t find any more evidence from the crime scene because the remaining answers were with Miss Oswald.
Both he and Agent Ann made their way back to the old lady’s house, only to find her still on the floor, still fainted. Detective Midnight got down next to her; she had been fine before he had left…
“Look…” Agent Ann pointed to the lady’s dress. There was a scarlet stain in it, and a tear. Agent Ann pulled up the dress and looked – Miss Oswald had been stabbed sometime after her fainting. How had the police not noticed her being attacked?
The detective made his final conclusion, but it was all for nothing. Miss Oswald had given the unidentified killer the key to get into the extension, for whatever reason. She hadn’t answered the door when Caroline had come to it because she had planned for Caroline’s death. And lastly, she had been killed to tie up loose ends.
Somewhere in an airport, miles away: A young man of about eighteen boarded the plane and took his seat. He sat down next to a formal young woman that looked only a little bit older than him. She looked at him questioningly, and he nodded. She nodded back, approvingly. He ran his hand through his coal black hair and turned his gorgeous face and crystalline blue eyes to the woman next to him. They both smiled. He handed her the pillowcase to dispose of for him.
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Please try to be constructive, and if you have something insightful to say, please do. Yes mystery is my favorite genre and no I do not know how Detective Midnight knows everything – he’s just that good.