A few pathetic gasps "S-stop!", "N-no!" Was all she managed"That's it, beg you fucking slut!" He snarled down, enjoying the power he had over her. He ...atched her face turn red as she squirmed beneath him, his hand never leaving her throat. Squeezing the air out of her, her pathetic attempts to free herself became weaker and weaker. Watching her eyes rolled back, feeling her choking whimpers stop and her body go limp beneath him."That's better" He laughed to himself, releasing his hand from her. . I know what!” I grinned as I appeared at the Bon Temps Sheriff’s Department just after dusk.“Excuse me, but the Sheriff’s Department is closed for the day,” Rosie, clearly in a rush to get home, tried to shoo me away from the door.“Rosie, look at me,” I called her by name, causing her to stare directly at the stranger who knew her on sight.The cute blonde police dispatcher wasn’t ready for what I did next, even as I glared intensely at her.“Rosie, Rene Lenier is the actual serial killer. She felt thevibrations. She felt the ghost of excitement. She revved the engineand watched the meter. She felt scared and let the engine idle,checking again that it was in neutral. Of course it was. She lookedthrough the windshield, and the garage seemed to leap toward her. Outof the corner of her eye, it seemed things were rushing past. It wasjust a car pulling out several spaces down.She imagined being on the street, speeding, weaving in and out oftraffic, then suddenly seeing a pillar. I had taken my cock out of my jeans and slipped my throbbing dick in to the legs and started to stroke myself. I only was able to stroke myself a half a dozen times when my cock exploded. At first the sensation startled me, later I stroked myself off into one of her bras and I was addicted to the feeling. Within just a few months I had began to cum 3 to 4 times a day. I acquired several porn mags and was on the hunt for women's lingerie. At my best friends house I stole several bras, several.