Both of us began to laugh. “This is one for the books”, I said incredulously. “I guess I’m not the only homicidal manic in town then.”

I moved towards her and untied the ropes binding her legs and hands. She rubbed her sore wrists and looked at me suspiciously. “So what now? You want to trade stories or something”, she asked teasingly.

“No. Not that. I want you again.” Her gaze fell on my protuding memeber. She giggled shyly/slyly. I was intrigued. Gingerly, she touched me. Then she grew bolder. Stroking my whole length. Our eyes never leaving each other.

Then without warning, she put my cock into her warm mouth. I moaned deeply, just enough to encourage her to continue. She licked and sucked till I was at the brink of organsm. Then I returned the favour. First using my fingers, then my tongue. Flicking playfully on her clitoris, biting/tugging with it my teeth, till I finally pushed my tongue into her and her delicious juice rushed into my mouth.

We kept at this almost all night. Giving and taking. Satiating an hunger we thought was insatiable. Finally, spent and lying in each other’s arms, we began to talk.

She said she’d been fantasizing about killing since she turned 13. Her parent’s didn’t think anything of it when her pet dogs kept dying mysteriously. Finally, at 16, she’d gone on a date and the boy had tried to rape her in his car. Taking a pen from the dashboard, she’d rammed it into his eyes and ran home.

The police had thought it was a robbery gone wrong and she’d gotten away with it. Since then, she’d seek out a prey in the nightclub, follow him home, and kill him in his car.

“So why didn’t you kill me in the car?” I asked. “I didn’t kill you because.

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