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With mechanical perfection the crosshairs of my rifle found the vital spot on one slender nubile figure after another and sent a deadly bullet ripping through soft flesh and bone. Lush voluptuous bodies twisted and thrashed on the sand and then lay still. When all was quiet, sixteen beautiful young women lay dead.
It all started a year ago with the beach volleyball game between the women of Malibu and Santa Monica. I was coach of the Santa Monica team and a beautiful black woman named Amy helped us win. One by one I killed all of the women the way they deserved but now the team was back with a new coach for the same match. This time I was determined to kill the women on both teams.
Gradually I formed a plan and started working out the details. Across PCH from the Volleyball courts, Pacific Palisades was crumbling. Between the earthquake and El Nino, dozens of houses tumbled onto the cliffs where slabs and foundations lay in a concrete jumble. Rain washed out dirt and opened up caves in the rubble that provided perfect cover. An underground passage led into the storm drain system where I could walk for miles undetected under the streets of Santa Monica.
I chose a Chinese AK-47 rifle for the job. These are imported by the million and easily obtained without leaving any records. A 'scope sight with a wide field of view allowed me to concentrate on a target without losing sight of what was happening around her. I bought several thirty shot clips to make sure I didn't run dry and cases of cheap untraceable imported ammunition.
Practicing at my desert firing range I used Playboy centerfold pictures as targets and trained myself to aim for vital spots quickly. I wasn't interested in nipple or belly button shots and I didn't want to mess up any of these beautiful women with a head shot. I needed to take fast shots through the heart or lungs no matter what position the woman happened to be in.
The afternoon of the game I got into position early and scanned each player with my 'scope as she arrived. I let my crosshairs drift slowly over each lovely body and imagined what she would look like lying dead in the sand. I could feel myself getting hard just thinking about what I was about to do. When the teams lined up for photos, I focused on each lush pair of breasts and thought about what it was going to be like to really pull the trigger.
Players quickly took their positions and Lisa on the Santa Monica team arched her back and went up for a jump serve. With her arm in the air I aimed just below her armpit and squeezed off the first shot. The bullet slammed into her chest and shattered her heart and both lungs. She died instantly and her body just continued on until she landed on her back in the sand.
Mandy, standing next to her, turned to see what happened and gave me a great shot at the deep cleavage between her full breasts. A spurt of bright red blood told me the bullet found her heart and she fell forward across Lisa's body.
Not realizing what was happening, some players ran toward the fallen women rather than away from danger. I picked my shots carefully and avoided firing randomly into the crowd. Most women just collapsed when they were hit, their limp bodies dropping into a pile.
Two women on the Malibu side sprinted for their lives across the sand. I fired five shots in quick succession at their backs and their bodies tumbled along the ground. I could see streaks of blood below their shoulder blades when they finally lay still in grotesque positions.
One woman nearly made it to the water when I shot her in the back. She went face down in the surf with blood running out her half open mouth. I watched her body roll back and forth in the waves as she twisted and turned in her death throes.
Another woman was running directly toward me not knowing where the shots were coming from. I admired her firm athletic form and long shapely muscular legs straining from the effort. Her full breasts bounced as she ran and I could see her hard erect nipples pressing against the soft fabric of her bikini.
A single shot between those glorious mounds and she went face down in the sand, her body skidding several feet from her forward momentum. She struggled to stand then fell again and I watched her hands tremble uncontrollably as she died.
I was in no hurry so I slowly scanned each of the beautiful bodies lying in the sand. One of them didn't look right and I watched her until I saw her chest move with her breathing. She was trying to fool me by playing dead so I shot her in the back where she lay. I shot her again when she tried to get up and run. This time she was really dead.
A pair of feet showed below the padding around one of the volleyball poles and I realized someone was hiding. I fired into the bag and saw a slender young girl make a run for her life. Two shots in her back and I whispered to myself "You lose, baby."
By then the LAPD had blocked off the street and the SWAT team came roaring up in a big van. I decided it was time to take my leave so I crawled back through the narrow tunnel into the storm drain. A quick pull on a rope triggered a rockslide and a huge concrete block sealed the tunnel forever.
Splashing along through the shallow water of the storm drain I could hardly stand the pressure in my groin. Killing a beautiful woman always gave me a sexual charge and in the past I relieved myself by shooting my wad into her soft warm corpse. Now all I had were images in my mind of gorgeous young bodies writhing and squirming as they died. I needed to find relief.
Still in the storm drain system, I stashed my rifle in the underground arsenal where I kept the rest of my weapons. Climbing up to the street in a quiet section of town I walked along in a poor residential neighborhood. Ahead of me I saw a young Asian girl in a school uniform. She was wearing a short skirt and shoes with big clunky heels. The way she walked and her long shapely legs really turned me on.
Just as we passed an alley, I caught up with her and grabbed her from behind. I covered her mouth so she couldn't scream and dragged her into the back of an old building. Without saying anything I pulled her skirt up and yanked her delicate panties down her long legs.
Unbuckling my belt I dropped my pants and rammed my huge erection deep into her soft warm body. She arched her back from the shock then let out a gasp as her eyes grew wide with fright. Before she could scream, I wrapped my hands around her slender neck and squeezed until I felt the delicate cartilage of her larynx crush under my grip. Her body trembled and shook as I plunged my rod into her quivering sex again and again. Before long her slender figure relaxed and her eyes glazed over in death.
I wasn't done so I held the dead girl by the waist and continued ramming myself into her limp body. She had nice little breasts so I ripped her blouse open and unclipped her bra. I could feel my climax build up and up until my balls were ready to explode. I rammed myself in as far as I could just as my seed gushed inside her. Stream after stream of hot cum shot deep into the young girl's body as all of the energy that had built up in my body was released.
With my meat still buried deep in the dead girl's soft young pussy, I lay back and let her fall on top of me. Her head draped over my shoulder and her long silky hair brushed my face. I could feel her warm nipples against my chest as the tension in my body slowly drained away.
Completely relaxed and relieved I dressed and looked down at the twisted body at my feet. I picked her up and carried her over to a nearby Dumpster. Looking around I dropped her in then walked casually out onto a busy street and mingled with the crowd. A TV in a store window was carrying live news coverage of the beach massacre. I paused for a moment and looked at the bloodstained white sheets covering shapely bodies, then smiled and walked on
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Sydney was deep into reading the sports page when two paramedics wheeled a shrouded gurney into the morgue.
"Got a special treat for you today," one of the men chuckled pulling the sheet back with a flourish.
Even shrouded in a body bag the shapely female figure was obvious and he felt a tingle of anticipation. His hands trembled as he felt soft warm flesh under the plastic and realized the body was fresh. As he helped the paramedics roll the shrouded corpse onto a stainless steel morgue gurney he couldn't believe his luck and quickly pushed her through the double doors into the back.
"Hey, you guys aren't allowed back here," he called over his shoulder when he saw the men following him. "You finish up the paperwork and I'll be right out."
Sidney could hardly control himself as he ran his hands over the curvaceous body in the plastic shroud. Judging from the lack of rigor mortis she must have died less than an hour ago. As his fingers reached out to unzip the bag a bell on the counter outside clanged insistently.
"Come on, we don't have forever," the impatient voice called, "Besides you have another delivery."
Quickly lifting the still shrouded woman's body onto an examining tray, he pushed the gurney back into the lobby just as another group of paramedics wheeled their cargo in.
"You hit the jackpot this time, Sidney," one of the paramedics spoke up, "Two beautiful babes, both plugged through the heart. And there are more!"
Both slender bodies easily fit on the morgue gurney and Sidney was panting by the time he finished scribbling out the required forms. His eyes kept darting to the seductive shapes in body bags as he licked his lips nervously.
"Hey Sidney, is that a flashlight in your pocket or are you sporting a boner?" one of the men chuckled.
He quickly pushed the gurney into the back as the men laughed uproariously.
"Enjoy yourself, Sidney," someone called as the door slammed and the morgue was silent.
Desperately trying to control his trembling hand he started sliding the zipper on the first bag. Pale blue eyes looked up at him from a calm, peaceful face surrounded by long blonde hair. It was hard to believe the beautiful woman lying there was really dead. Her ripe full lips were parted seductively framing a passionate tongue. Firm nipples left impressions in the soft fabric of a red bikini. Delicate ribs contrasted with a flat muscular stomach and the narrow crease of her navel. With his hand he cupped the mound of her pubic bone and felt her moist sex under the soft swimsuit. Bulging thighs set off long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever.
Normal procedure for preparing a body is to cut clothing away with a scalpel, but Sidney wanted the red bikini for a souvenir. Rolling the shapely corpse on her side, he unclipped her bra and set her full voluptuous breasts free. He couldn't help cupping one in his hand and feeling the weight of the soft warm flesh.
He lifted a limp arm and studied the only mark on the otherwise perfect body, a nasty bruise under her armpit. A tiny hole in her chest leaked just a trace of blood.
Running his hand down her long slender waist and feeling the flair of her hips he slid brief panties along her smooth muscular legs. With his finger he traced her tan line and felt the dimples above her firm white butt cheeks then gently stroked her smooth shapely thighs.
By now his rod was throbbing in his pants and his balls ached from the pressure. He quickly arranged the dead woman on the examining tray with her legs spread and dangling over the sides. The golden fir of her sex greeted him and he ran his fingers up and down her slit feeling the warm moistness of her insides. This one wouldn't need the lubrication he always used with the dry corpses from the cooler.
Sidney hesitated for a minute then looking over the beautiful woman on the tray, doffed all his clothes. He climbed on and shivered with ecstasy as his huge erection slid into her soft yielding body. As he rammed himself into the woman's corpse again and again he kneaded her soft breasts in his hands and squeezed her nipples between his fingers. He could feel her warmth against his naked skin as he explored her mouth with his tongue and tasted the saltiness of her blood.
Suddenly the bell was ringing in the office outside. "Come on, Sidney," a familiar voice called. "Pull up your pants and get out here, we've got another delivery for you."
Panic-stricken Sidney scrambled around trying to get dressed and manage his huge boner. Tucking in his shirt he realized the bulge was showing and pulled on an examining apron to cover his problem. Then he remembered there were two bodies on the gurney and he needed to dump them somewhere. He picked up one woman and carried her to the autopsy table then lay the other one out on the lab counter. He was sweating when he pushed the gurney into the lobby and was greeted by two grinning paramedics.
"Got two more for you, Sidney," the paramedic said with a wide grin, "Both of them beautiful babes and both shot dead."
"Looks like you guys were having fun with these two," Sidney said noticing the partially zipped body bags and the disheveled look of the dead women.
"Oh not us," the two men looked at each other with a grin.
While they were filling out the paperwork, another team came in with three more bodies.
"Hey, I'm running out of room here," Sidney protested.
"The dispatcher says they're sending the rest of them up north to Malibu," one of the paramedics commented, "Got to spread the wealth around, you know."
Just then the phone rang. It was Harold, the night shift attendant.
"Can you cover my shift, Sidney," he asked. "I have a hot date and can't make it."
"Sure, Harold, but you owe me one," Sidney said dancing a little jig.
With everything under control Sidney gave a deep sigh and looked around. He counted eight beautiful women, the entire Santa Monica Volleyball team, all shot dead and lying around his morgue.
Whistling a little tune he unzipped a body bag and rolled a gorgeous redhead out onto the examining table. Using his scalpel he cut her one- piece swimsuit away and exposed her lithe slender body. As part of his examination he explored every inch of her sexy body from the front, back and both sides. A mild antiseptic solution on a damp cloth was used to clean up her bloodstains and he cataloged her wounds. It seemed a single bullet entered her chest just under the left shoulder blade and left an exit wound under her breast. Pink foam in her mouth told him her lung had been shattered and she drowned in her own blood.
Taking his time he climbed on the table and enjoyed the fresh warm body until he was completely satisfied. Reluctantly he carried the beautiful corpse over to the cooler and gently lay her on one of the trays. After a long passionate kiss he closed the drawer and looked around trying to decide which body bag to process next.
By morning the entire morgue was clean and shipshape. Sidney had a smile on his face that wouldn't disappear even when Hilda, the sourpuss day attendant, snapped at him and criticized his paperwork. He was so completely oblivious and relaxed at that point, Pamela Lee could have walked up and reached in his shorts and not gotten a rise out of him.
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