I went back downstairs, uncuffed brandy, and carried her still unconscious body up to the car.
I put her in the backseat, and strapped her in tightly.
I then put on lorenz’s uniform.
I posed in the mirror, and enjoyed wearing the blue jumpsuit once again.
I got really angry, after seeing myself in my former glory, and spontaneously slapped the fuck out of Keisha.
After abusing the Somalian dog, I jumped in the police cruiser, and quietly pulled out my backyard.
Keisha pulled out behind me, and followed us in my car.
I drove about 60 miles out, past city limits, smoking crack, and at times flashing the lights, and turning on the sirens.
It felt good being back in that cruiser. Like a kid in a cotton candy store.
About 45 minutes later, we arrived at a very desolate dense forestry area.
The spot was perfect. It over looked a huge cliff, with a 50 foot drop.
I hit lorenz with his own night stick over the head, and tried pulling his cracked induced body out of the trunk; the bastard was heavy, And i struggled with taking him out.
I finally managed to remove him, but not without him falling on his face, right into the dirt.
Lorenz wasn’t unconscious, but he was very passive, and some what unresponsive.
So, I couldn’t help but, to take advantage of the handcuffed bastard once again.
I pulled down my pants, stroked my cock until it hardened, put on a condom, and slid my penis gently inside Lorenz’s booty.
I decided not to fuck him hard this time.
since he wasn’t fighting, I wanted to enjoy his opening.
I kissed him softly on the back of his neck, and slowly pistoned away at his booty.
Lorenz started moaning.
He really seemed to enjoy the cocaine high, and hard penis in his ass.
He didn’t squirm this time, but actually relaxed his anus muscle, and embraced the unholy violation.
It felt great.
My erection was stiff, firm, and pulsating.
I told keisha, to lite a rock, and hold the pipe in my mouth.
She did; and It took me over the top.
I came hard, fell on Lorenz’s back, and whimpered like a sick puppy.
Part 7: Everyone must go.
After fucking Lorenz, I got up and said
“you liked that didn’t you? You’re beginning
To enjoy this shit; fucking pervert”
I pulled him by his hair, and drug him to the car.
I forced him in the drivers seat, and hit him in the head, until he passed out.
I took off the handcuffs, pulled the seat up so his foot was resting on the gas petal, and strapped him in the seat.
I walked over to the backseat, and slapped brandy 3 or 4 times.
The bitch didn’t respond.
She was dead. I must have killed her, when I hit her over the head, with the empty fish aquarium.
So, I picked her up, and put her in the front seat.
I slummped her over, and put her mouth on lorenz’s dick.
I then walked over to Keisha, pulled out Lorenz’s gun, and shot her in the head at point blank range.
Keisha dropped, and died instantly.
I loved Keisha, but I’ve done some really fucked up shit tonight, and didn’t need any fucking witnesses.
I put Keisha in the trunk, along with rusty, grabbed the spare canister of gasoline and locked the trunk.
I took off Lorenz’s uniform, put it the car, and soaked the car in 87 octane.
I put a crack pipe in Lorenz’s shirt pocket, along with 6 or 7 rocks.
I lit a cigarette, put it in lorenz’s mouth, turned the car on, and put it in drive.
I took a glance at Lorenz’s address, and tossed his wallet in the moving car.
The car started moving slowly, but picked up speed considerably.
I stood there, in my underwear, and watched the car dive head first over the cliff.
About 3 seconds after the initial impact, the car errupted in to flames.
The sight was truly spectacular.
I wanted to stay, and watch the show, but I knew I couldn’t.
So, I ran back to my car, put on a pair of jeans, and quickly left the scene.
I discretely drove to Lorenz’s house, quietly got out, and stuck the suicide note in his mailbox.
I popped a Xanax, and hurried home, it was almost 6, and my flight left at 10:30.
Once I got there, I quickly packed, and completely cleaned the house.
I scrubbed the floors, with bleach, and burned anything that could connect me to Keisha, Lorenz, or Brandy.
I shot my goat with an extremely lethal dose of heroin, and It died almost instantly.
So, i burned him too.
I then grabbed all the drugs, and weapons.
I put them in a duffle bag, I lit a ciggrette, and took off for jamila’s house.
The guns were untraceable, so, on the way, i put the bag in a near by dumpster.
I picked up jamila around 8:15.
The tranny came out, and immediately started yelling.
She angrily said,
“get the fucking bags, and drive quickly, or we’ll miss the flight”
I replied, a stern “yes sir”, and did as she said.
All while thinking “bitch! you have no idea, what I’m capable of doing to you”
We got to the airport, around 8:55.
I was so nervous. Every cop that passed me, I thought was going to throw me in cuffs, and haul me off to jail.
We got on the flight without problem (aside from Jamila, complaining about my smell the whole fucking time we were in he air).
We arrived in Thailand 15 hours later.
We zoomed threw customs, and made our way to our cab.
I couldn’t believe I was scott fucking free; time to meet some cute Thai guys.
I think I’ve solved my erection issues.
Life’s good.
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