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 I was never much of a party person, yet for a year now I've been attending
parties as often as I could get invited.  If I wasn't invited I could
usually sneak in after everyone was already having a good time and too
drunk to really notice any unusual guests: if they did notice me all I had
to do is leave.

   That's where I was last Friday; at a party.  The sound of whatever music
that was popular vibrated the walls of the house, and pretty much everyone
was wasted or high at that point.  Having only consumed pizza, and sweet
tea that I had in a backpack, I was probably the only one completely sober.
As everyone else became more intoxicated I found them less interesting to
socialize with.

   I wasn't interested in socializing anyways.  No, my eyes that evening
fell on a young beauty named Agnes.  She was a short girl with a perfectly
fit figure and rainbow-colored hair that fell over her shoulders like a
colorful waterfall down to her waist.  She was wearing a rather tight shirt
that outlined her busty chest perfectly, and a miniskirt that barely hid
her white panties.  She was moving around flirting with men and women
alike; she flirted with me the moment she came in the door, but it
unfortunately led to nothing.  It failed, but I was determined to have her
before the night was done.

   Around midnight I saw her step out of the living room and go up the
stairs.  I knew it would be the best chance to get her alone; well, not
alone, as I suspected that she was going up there to have sex with some
guy: I would deal with her lover if the need came about.  So I trotted up
the stairs after her and watched as she entered a bedroom near the end of
the long hallway.

   I sat my bag down and opened it up: tea wasn't the only thing I brought
along.  First I pulled out a pair of leather gloves and slipped them on. 
Then I pulled out a small crossbow pistol and an unopened package of pens.
I opened the pens and loaded one of them into the crossbow before slinging
the pack back over my shoulder.  I continued down the hall as quietly as
possible: not that the drunkards downstairs could hear me anyways over
their loud-ass music: but it never hurts to be cautious anyways.
The door was slightly ajar, so I hoped that I could sneak in without
making a sound.  Even with the loud noises downstairs I wanted to reduce
the possibility that they might scream when they see me come in; all too
often I had to fuck a corpse because the whore wouldn't stop screaming
until I killed her.  I don't mind the occasional dead babe, but I like some

live victims too.

   The door creaked a few times as I pushed it open, but I didn't hear any
screams or audible reactions.

   Agnes had slipped out of her shirt and skirt, and both were scattered
across the bedroom floor along with a green t-shirt and blue jean shorts,
as well as two sets of flip-flops.  Agnes on the bed at the other end of
the room; she was laying on top of another woman wearing only a black bra
and her white panties.  Her lips were locked to the other woman's lips,
with one hand rubbing the girl's crotch through her pink panties.

   The girl, who I believe was Anne, was a sweet, short-haired blonde who
just turned twenty.  She came with her sister, who brought her so she could
hopefully lose her virginity, or so I was told.  I imagine that she didn't
expect to lose it to another girl.  She had a cute plump ass and body, as
well as a innocent-looking face.  She was topless, and her small, firm
breasts were on display.

   So far, neither girl noticed the door opening.  The hallway was too dark
and the room was only lit by light from the street.  I watched from the
shadows with lust, and a growing erection, as the two continued to make
out. Agnes raised her head, and at first I thought they noticed my
presence, but she moved to Anne's breasts and started sucking on her
nipples.  Then her hand slid beneath Anne's panties, and in a matter of
seconds the virgin blonde was softly moaning.

   I wanted to end Anne's life immediately so I could move on to raping and
killing Agnes.  Then I decided to at least let her have one orgasm before
she dies.  I could've fucked them both, and Anne was a pretty girl, but I
really just wanted Agnes; and I didn't want the hassle of keeping both of
them under control.  If I had a gun instead of a crossbow it'd be better.
So for some time I watched from the doorway as Agnes stimulated her new
lover.

   After a minute of fingering Anne's pussy, Anne lifted her legs and
allowed Agnes to remove the pink panties and toss them aside, revealing
Anne's hairy cunt.

   "Ready to really lose your virginity?" Agnes asked, teasingly.

   "Oh God, yes!  I'm very ready!" Anne replied as she spread her legs.

   Agnes lowered her head between Anne's legs and very softly started
eating out her pussy.  Anne screamed in pleasure and started moaning loudly
as Agnes licked her pussy much more furiously.

   "You are...amazing!" Anne moaned and softly stroked Agnes's hair.

   It didn't take long for Anne to cum.  After only a few more minutes her
belly arced up and she threw her head back, before letting out an enormous
scream of pleasure: her cum sprayed onto Agnes's face and into her mouth.

   Agnes didn't flinch when Anne squirted on her face, and in fact she just
continued lapping at her pussy.  She continued even when her moans started
to die down to their normal frequencies.  She was probably hoping for
another orgasm.  I wasn't patient enough for that, however.  It was time
for me to enjoy Agnes.

   I leveled the crossbow and aimed it at Anne's head.  I fired and the pen
flew out and slammed into the side of her head, just above the ear.  It
sunk a little more than an inch into her skull, and the tip pierced her
brains.  Her body convulsed violently, and a torrent of piss sprayed out
from her urethra and onto Agnes's face.

   "What the hell Anne?" Agnes yelled, spitting piss and scrambling away
from Anne's pussy.  "Why did you do...?"

   When she noticed the pen sticking in Anne's head her hands went to her
mouth as she tried to come to terms with what she was seeing.  "What-what
is...?" Tears flooded her eyes and started to roll down her cheeks.

   "Don't scream!" I warned her, and entered the room after loading another
pen into the crossbow.

   "W-why the fuck did you do that to her?" She asked in a shrilled voice.

   I ignored her and positioned the crossbow a few inches from Anne's ear.
She was still twitching and jerking wildly, and I assumed that the pen
didn't penetrate deep enough to kill her instantly.  I pulled the trigger
and this time the pen went into her ear canal and embedded itself deep into
her brain.  Another fountain of piss squirted from her cunt and she went
limp.

   Agnes sat at the other end of the bed, shaking and sobbing as I snuffed
out Anne's life before her eyes.  I thought it was amusing that she
probably could've ran away while I reloaded the crossbow, but she was too
traumatized to even attempt to move an inch.

   "Now, let's go to the bathroom," I ordered her and pointed the crossbow
at her.

   I expected some resistance, but she slowly climbed off the bed without
saying a word or cringing up.

   "If you try to run or anything, I will make sure you suffer before you
die," I threatened.

   "I-I won't resist or run.  If you're going to kill me just please don't
make it hurt."

   I walked back towards the door and into the hall, with her following.  I
kept an eye on her with every step: ready for any sudden movements.

   We slowly moved it down the hall.  I made opened the bathroom door, and
she went in closely followed by me.  I shut the door and flipped on the
light, and turned my attention towards my quarry.

   "Step into the shower and remove the rest of your clothes."

   Agnes pulled the sliding door and stepped into the shower.  She stopped
and looked back, and asked through the tears in her eyes, "Why are you
doing this?  If you wanted to fuck me you could've asked me earlier when we
talked.  I'm not that hard to get in bed."

   I laughed.  "I was going to kill you regardless of whether we had sex
consensually or not.  It's how I get off."

   "I-I would have preferred it that way.  Dying really doesn't bother me
that much," she said bitterly as she removed her bra.

   "So, why does it matter if I kill you after raping you as opposed to
killing you after making out?" I asked, curiously.  Though, part of me knew
the answer.

   "Because Anne didn't deserve to die.  I'm okay with dying, but not
watching someone else die," she continued, but her words became incoherent
as she broke into sobs.

   "At least she didn't have to die a virgin," I joked, which only caused
her hysterical sobbing to become even more hysterical.

   She pushed her panties down to her ankles and tossed them aside.  She
stood with her hands against the wall and spread her legs apart, presenting
her ass and pussy to me.

   "If you're going through all of this trouble just to have sex with me,
at least make me orgasm before I die," she sniffed before closing her eyes.

   "If you can cum before I do then you'll get your last orgasm.  But since
you're being so brave I'll do something different for you."

   I placed the crossbow next to the sink, followed by my backpack.  I
opened it and pulled out a sharp hunting knife.

   Agnes shuttered when I stepped into the shower and mounted her naked
body.  I pulled out my cock and placed the tip of my member against her
pussy and thrust forward, eliciting a sharp gasp.  I wrapped my left arm
around her waist and grabbed one of her huge tits.  With the other one I
held the knife against her throat.

   "Shit it's big!" She moaned as I thrust in and out of her womanhood.

   "Better enjoy it, slut.  This is the last cock you'll ever have," I
whispered into her ears.

   I was so horny that it didn't take me long to cum, though Agnes wasn't
far behind, and as we got closer we were both panting heavily.

   "I'm about to come too...  agghk!"

   I came first, and as soon as I felt my cum squirting into her cunt I
clenched the knife and pulled it across her throat, opening a huge gash in
her perfect flesh.

   Blood sprayed on the wall and she started gasping in vain for air. 
Seconds later I felt her twat seize up around my cock.  She came for the
last time in her life.  As she came I continued slashing her throat until I
reached the other end, and then with a strong yank pulled her head off as I
pulled my cock out.

   Her headless corpse fell to the ground twitching, and a torrent of piss
sprayed from her urethra.  I lifted her head and turned it to face mine,
and looked directly into her rapidly-blinking eyes.  I locked my lips on
her dead ones and slipped my tongue into her mouth.  I kissed her dead
mouth for a minute before dropping it to the floor.

   I cleaned the knife with some chemicals I found under the sink and
placed everything back in my bag.  I shut the light off and slipped out of
the party.  The bodies went undiscovered until Monday, and Agnes and Anne
joined the other 67 people who died attending a party with me.