I sat at home for days after my first time, convinced that my parents would figure it out, or that every knock on the door was the cops.  I don’t know if it was dumb luck or what that no one ever came after me.  I hid her bra and panties in my closet and took them out to jack off.  I knew that I had to do another girl, and knew I wanted the thrill of killing again as well.  It was quite the power rush. 

I even had a candidate.  I wasn’t sure she was a virgin, since she was 17 like me, but she was a snooty bitch that I had once been friends with until she suddenly became “popular”, at the same time she became the drum majorette.  I had a particular fantasy about that I was ready to fulfill. 

She lived near the woods, on the edge of town.  I new her parents were gone on business trips from time to time, so I stalked her to learn her pattern.  Then, when I had it down, I came prepared.  I had walked from a distant entrance to the woods, and watched as she pulled her car around to the back of the house, and got out.  She was coming from practice, and still wearing her Majorette outfit, so I could see my fantasy playing out.  I was more organized this time, too.  In my bag, I had 2 pairs of play handcuffs that I had disabled the safety release on.  I also had taken my Dad’s .38 pistol.  I was familiar with ballistics, but didn’t plan to kill her with it anyway, just threaten, so I wasn’t worried.  I again had rags to gag her. 

When she went inside, I ran to the side of the house, next to the door, and threw a rock through her car windshield.  I heard her come through the door and then swear when she saw her car.  I stuck the gun in her ear and said in a muffled voice, don’t turn around, bitch.  Just go into the house.  When she made to struggle, I cocked the gun and ground it into her ear some more.  She did as I told her, and inside, I made her bend over the dining room table and cuffed her hands behind her.  I then took out my pocket knife and cut through the panty part of her outfit as she protested and kicked.  I stuck a couple of fingers into her ass and told her I would rip it out if she didn’t stop.  I then cuffed her ankles.  I turned her over and she started to curse as she saw it was me.  I told her to shut up, and stuffed a rag in her mouth. 

I then ripped down the front of her uniform and exposed her bra.  Unlike my other, young victim, she had a C-cup, and a lot to hold onto.  She screamed in outrage into her gag as I heartily squeezed and abused her breasts.  I told her that she was really going to pay for her treatment of me.  I turned her over, so that her face was in the rug as I entered her from behind.  As I had thought, she wasn’t a virgin, but she continued to scream and cry in pain and shame.  When I came in her, I turned her face and taunted her.  I then smeared my hand with blood Crisco from the kitchen and started trying to force as much as I could up her ass.  Now she was really screaming in pain.  I ripped the back of her outfit down and unclasped her bra, and watched her tits bounce as she tried to get away but couldn’t move.  I then stuck my cock in her ass and grabbed her by the tits and used them to pull in and out.  After I came again, I let her fall on her stomach sobbing as I went looking for the object of my fantasy. 

I found it in her car.  It was that pole that drum majorettes carry.  I flipped her over on her back and showed it to her.  When you take off the tip, the metal is pretty sharp anyway.  I got a grindstone from her Dad’s garage and sharpened it in front of her.  She was following my every move with her eyes, but was beyond fighting.  I took the pole and shoved her legs apart.  She saw what was coming, and started screaming and trying to close her legs.  I didn’t give her the chance.  I shoved the pole hard into her pussy until I couldn’t shove anymore.  Blood started coming out as she lay there trying to shake it out of her.  I took her bra off her, and told her that I was truly tempted to leave her there, but I was afraid she wouldn’t die, so I dragged her into the bathroom.  There was a towel hook in the back of the shower, so I hooked her cuffed feet over it, with her head laying in the tub, and plugged the tub.  I then turned on cold water and let the tub fill.  She struggled for a while to keep her head above the water, but finally died.  I turned off the water and left her there like that.  I got a pair of her panties out of her hamper so I would have a pair, and took a picture with the Polaroid camera I had brought.  More keepsakes for my new hobby- collecting girls.