Chapter 36 The Exploiter #3
This wasn’t supposed to feel good. I wanted to leave behind a brutal scene, knowing that the police would tell Raelynn exactly how her sister was found.
The thought of her in pain, of her suffering unimaginable grief, made my dick strain against my boxers.
I quickly freed it, spitting into my gloved palm and running it along my shaft, making sure it was nice and lubed for what it was about to do.
I didn’t just want to fuck her; I wanted her to be hurt during the final moments of her life.
I wanted her to know she was going to die humiliated, worse than the dog outside did.
With all the movement, she slowly started to wake up.
Before she could fully open her eyes to be aware of what was going on around her, I pulled the knife free from its sheath, still slick with the blood from the dog, and lined the handle up with her ass.
With her arms taped behind her back, she couldn’t wiggle away from me as he shoved the handle of the blade into her, the blood acting as lube even though I didn’t care if it hurt her.
I pumped the knife handle roughly in and out of her, dick hard at the sight of the blood coating her round ass, the leather from my glove protecting my palm as I held the blade.
She screamed through the tape, inaudible, though it didn’t stop her from trying to be heard, her cheeks filling only to deflate without a sound.
I released her hip so I could play with myself, jerking my dick as I withdrew the knife from her puckered hole.
Tears actively flowed down her face as I pushed my cock into her in place of the knife handle.
Beautiful as her pain was, I couldn’t look at her face as I pushed myself into her tight ass fully.
She was tight for a whore, something I never would have guessed with how overused all her holes were.
I marveled at how tight her ass was around my dick.
Raelynn had never let me fuck her in the ass before, she won’t have a choice the next time I get my hands on her.
Closing my eyes, I pictured Rae’s body being the one that was bound and at my mercy.
Seeing her pale skin in my mind, her blond hair sticking to her face with her tears, I nearly lost control as I thrust into her.
Michelle’s legs tried to kick me away, the more she regained her bearings, but she wasn’t in any position to gain leverage.
With my right hand, I pulled back on the belt, tightening her airway even more as my hips moved erratically against her ass.
I squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I was squeezing the belt around her neck, punishing Raelynn in my mind instead of her sister.
I felt the fight leaving her, but I didn’t care.
I only pulled the belt harder as I came inside her ass, her legs going limp on either side of me.
I had considered using a condom, but I knew nothing would be traced back to me.
I could leave my DNA all over this house, and nothing would be done.
I would make sure the police would never have anything to compare it to, especially since the whore before her had been burned to a crisp.
Michelle was such a whore her holes were probably a cesspool for random men's DNA. Opening my eyes, I watched as hers began to roll into the back of her head, her body giving up and accepting a fate that she couldn’t change.
Letting her hips sag to the floor, I braced myself with my other hand over top of her, inching my face closer so I could see the light leave her eyes as I maintained my grip on the belt.
The sight nearly made me hard again as I saw her final moment.
She was dead. I held the belt tight for a few more minutes, in no rush now that the house was empty of anyone discovering me, just to make sure she was dead.
Roughly, I yanked the belt off her neck and flipped her over onto her back.
I could leave her like this, exposed and violated for her sister to find, but it wasn’t enough.
Setting the belt onto the bed, I tucked my semi-hard dick away and zipped up my jeans.
There were two final things I needed to accomplish before I left for the night.
I stayed couched over top of Michelle’s body, my knees sitting on either side of her hips.
Grabbing her chin with a gloved hand I moved her head to face me from where it had flopped to the side.
I wanted blood, I just didn’t want it too easily like I had gotten from the dog.
Keeping my leather gloves on to protect my skin I started punching her face.
Strike after strike landed against her face.
Breaking bones that wouldn’t cause her any pain and breaking open the skin as I beat her without relenting.
I felt a bone crack under my knuckles as I moved from her face down to her chest.
All of my rage and frustration at Raelynn was taken out on her sister's corpse until my fists weren’t enough anymore.
In a frenzy I had grabbed my knife, stabbing and slicing, any area of open skin I could see until blood was everywhere.
Michelle didn’t scream; her last breath had already been taken, but damnit if it didn’t make me feel euphoric seeing her sliced open like a prop on a horror movie set.
Once I was satisfied I had mutilated her battered body enough, I stood.
The final part of my plan was simple. Faking a home invasion.
It wasn’t hard to do. Most low-life robbers didn’t worry about cleaning up after themselves when cleaning out a place.
I just had to make it look like someone searching for Raelynn's valuables had been hard. When in reality she really didn’t have anything worth stealing.
I took my time making a mess in the bedroom, making sure to take the cash she kept in her nightstand for emergencies.
Tipping over books, tossing her belongings onto the floor as I dug through her dresser, I made the scene believable.
The icing on the cake was flipping her precious tarot card deck over Michelle’s body.
Individual cards stuck to her skin where the blood was still gleaming and wet.
Making my way downstairs, I made sure to make a mess in the living room as well.
No one would keep anything of value in the kitchen, so I didn’t worry about skipping that room as I went to the back door.
Riley’s dead and mutilated body was right where I left it.
For the last piece of my plan, I pulled the door closed behind me, locking it.
Then pulled the house key out of my pocket and placed it back in the rock, setting it gently under the same shrub.
Turning to face the now shut and locked door, I brought my leg up and kicked out against the frame.
It took a few tries, the sound of the door splintering a little too loud for my liking, until it finally gave way, cracking enough to swing inward and create the illusion that someone had broken in.
After gathering my belongings from the shed, I produced a rag from my other jacket pocket, wiping my face from the blood as I made my way out of the unlocked gate.
Given the hour of the night now, I was confident I could make it to my hideout to change and shower before I had to get rid of the evidence.
The cops around here weren’t the brightest with how easily they had believed Raelynn had tried to kill herself.
I would rest easy tonight, safely tucked away in my other hiding spot while the cops continued to chase their own tails, fantasizing about everything I wanted to do to Rae.
The possibilities in my imagination were endless once I managed to isolate her.