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A Night Spent with Nicole (A) 

A Night with Nicole (
Original Author: strangler
; Translation: footkiller
) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I met Nicole one afternoon through a phone dating service.
You know, one of those services involves exchanging information.
To entice you to call, they offer an hour of free service, and I was bored that day,
so I decided to give it a try.
The third woman I chatted with was Nicole, and I immediately felt she was right up my alley.
She was 25, single, and had just moved into a new apartment, living alone.
We chatted for about 30 minutes, and she finally agreed to let me call her directly.
I did just that.
I used call blocking to make sure my number wouldn't be on her call log, and then I dialed
her number.
We talked for about an hour, and then I asked her if she was free that evening. She said she wasn't busy, so
we agreed to go out for dinner together.
It would take about an hour to get to her place, but that was perfect for my plan, because it would
be too risky to date someone so close to home.
After getting directions, I told her I'd be there in about two hours and said goodbye.
Then I started preparing for my first murder.
I took two Viagra pills to make sure I wouldn't lose my erection after one or two orgasms, then
took a good shower and got dressed.
She sounded like the cowgirl type, so I put on my denim jacket and the appropriate
long-sleeved shirt, looking quite presentable.
Then, I took the two long silk scarves I'd just bought and hid them in my left sock.
I also took two pairs of medical gloves and hid them in the other sock; they definitely wouldn't be noticed
.
Finally, I checked my wallet to make sure I had my condoms—three in total.
The drive to her house was uneventful; I arrived in a little over an hour. She had given me clear directions
.
All the way there, I kept fantasizing about everything I was going to do to her.
I'd had these fantasies for years, and later, this force became incredibly strong. Nicole was
the girl who was about to relieve this pressure for me.
I arrived at her apartment around 5:30 PM, and it was getting dark. It
looked great; I didn't want any nosy neighbors recognizing me.
Just to be safe, I parked my car a short distance from her door.
I walked to her door and knocked.
She answered quickly and invited me in.
She was even prettier than she had described on the phone.
She was 5'6", 110 pounds, and had short, blond hair that completely exposed her delicate neck.
I liked it.
She wore a short black skirt and a low-cut top that revealed her 36C
breasts.
Her smile was alluring. As she showed me around her apartment, all I could think about was   how wanton
this woman would be .   After showing me around, she said that because I had arrived a little early, she needed to prepare a bit more.   That was fine; I needed to prepare too.   As she locked herself "safely" in her bathroom, I pulled out a pair of gloves and put them on. Then, I took   a silk scarf and put it in my back pocket so I could retrieve it quickly.   Before she finished, I quickly checked everything again to make sure I hadn't made any mistakes.   As far as I knew, no one had seen me, and I had been careful not to touch anything or leave   any trace.   So far, everything was normal, and I was ready.   A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and went into her large walk-in closet.   She didn't close the door, and I could see her searching for something on the top shelf. She   had her back to me, and I knew this was the perfect opportunity.   Still with her back to me, I quietly moved behind her, a silk scarf tightly in my hand.   I held it over her head, around her slender, beautiful neck, and pulled hard!   She immediately began to struggle violently, but I knew she had no chance; she was too weak   .   At first, she flailed her fists and elbows, even trying to stomp on my feet, but I was   prepared and easily dodged her counterattacks. As she struggled, I tightened the scarf.   Her face quickly turned crimson, and in less than 30 seconds, she seemed much weaker.   She stopped trying to hit me and instead clutched the scarf, trying to breathe, but it was   too tight; she couldn't even insert her fingers.   After about a minute, I pulled the scarf down, forcing her to the floor. She   continued kicking and pulling at the scarf.   Her face turned purple, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth.   I hardened like a rock! Finally, she began to lose control; her muscles twitched, and   her body convulsed violently.   At this point, I knew it was almost over.   She tried to struggle a little more, but her mind could no longer control her body.   Thirty seconds later, her hand fell limply to the ground, her legs twitched a few more times, and then   went limp.   I waited a few more seconds, then loosened the scarf.   I checked her pulse and found she wasn't dead, just unconscious.   Okay.

































I quickly removed her top and bra, staring intently at her proud breasts.
They were so beautiful! I immediately wanted to play with them, but I didn't have time.
I flipped her over, pulled her hands behind her back, and tied them tightly with a silk scarf.
After binding her, I grabbed her under her armpits, dragged her back into her
bedroom, and then laid her on the floor.
I started undressing, and at this point, she began to move again.
By the time I finished, she had partially regained consciousness and was moaning softly on the floor.
I sat on the edge of the bed, dragged her to her knees, and
thrust my hard, eight-inch-long penis towards her lips.
I told her that if she dared to resist, I would kill her.
At first, she tried to resist, but when my hand was on her neck, she became compliant
.
She initially tried to stop, but I forcefully pushed her head down, shoving my penis
down her throat.
You could hear her hiccuping at the beginning.
I was almost about to ejaculate.
I kept pressing her head up and down until she got the hang of it.
In the end, she did pretty well, even using her tongue a little; this little bitch
had some experience in this area.
Finally, I told her that if she satisfied me quickly, I could leave quickly, and
she really put in the effort.
Five minutes later, I ejaculated in her mouth, all the way down her throat.
She tried to spit it out, but I held her down until she swallowed the last drop.
When my thing softened and my semen flowed into her mouth, I pulled out, pulled her
up, and pushed her back onto her bed.
As I started to take off her miniskirt, she started moaning, saying, "Didn't you say you'd
leave after I made you ejaculate?" I just smiled, peeling off her red panties as I
climbed onto the bed.
Suddenly, I remembered something; I almost made a big mistake.
I climbed out of bed and took a condom from my wallet.
I couldn't leave any of my DNA in her private area.
Just as I put it on, the bitch screamed and tried to stop me, but I was
faster. I grabbed her, shoved her back onto the bed, and stuffed her panties down her throat.
I told her that if she did anything stupid again, she'd pay with her life
.
My words seemed to have intimidated her; she stopped struggling.
Problem solved.
I took her panties out of her mouth and threw them on the floor, and she didn't even whimper.
Next, I spread her legs and stared intently at her lovely, pink, smooth
vulva.
Guess what? It was wet! I didn't know if it was from fear or because she was genuinely aroused
, but I didn't care.
I straddled her, put my penis at her entrance, and thrust it in with all my might
.
As I relentlessly thrust into her, she suppressed her screams, only
letting out soft moans.
At the same time, my hands touched her full, moist breasts, kneading and twisting her
nipples.
She writhed beneath me in pain, but didn't scream.
Good.
While I was doing this to her, I also made her kiss me. At first, she only touched my lips
, but I told her she had to do it properly.
Next, she felt my tongue even reaching her tonsils.
Then, I forced her to put her tongue in my mouth.
I should say she didn't want to, but she had to comply.
I fucked her like this for about 30 minutes, then came up with a new idea.
I climbed off her, grabbed her panties, and stuffed them back into her mouth.
Then, I flipped her face down again, spread her buttocks, and inserted a finger into
her tight anus.
When I inserted my finger, she squirmed, trying to break free, but
a few harsh slaps on her buttocks made her realize that any attempt to escape was futile.
I continued to play with her anus with my finger, asking her if she had ever been fucked like this before.
She nodded, but her anus was so tight that I couldn't help but have some doubts, but who cares? I
rubbed some of her vaginal fluid on the head of my penis and then inserted it into her anus.
As I thrust forward, I climbed on top of her again, feeling my penis finally penetrate.
She started screaming through the stuff stuffed in her mouth, but no one could hear her.
A couple of times, I pushed it almost all the way in, and then I began to
rape her as if she were her mouth and vagina. She cried out, but didn't struggle.
Not long after, less than 5 minutes, I was about to ejaculate again, great! I penetrated her as deeply as possible,
then relaxed and withdrew from her body.
I left her lying there, got up, went into her kitchen, and found what I needed:
a waste bag.
I opened it, covered my penis, and then carefully removed the condom and
threw it inside.
Next, I went back into the bedroom. She was still lying there. I told her to turn over and lie on her back.
She didn't move at first, but after a while, she reluctantly turned over.
The Viagra worked this time, and I became rock hard again.
She watched all this, but all she could do was turn her head away.
I was starting to feel like I'd had enough of her and was ready to call it a day. So, I put on a second condom
, climbed on top of her again, spread her legs, and inserted myself into
her once more.
This time, it was much easier.
I fucked her, squeezing her breasts, and after about 15 minutes, I finally decided it was time.
My hands slid from her breasts to her shoulders, and as they slowly moved to her neck,
I whispered in her ear that I was going to send her on her way.
She immediately understood and tried to push me off, but her hands were bound,
so her efforts were futile.
My hands quickly found her throat and then, with all my might, thrust downwards.
Her eyes bulged, her tongue began to stick out, and she writhed beneath me, kicking
her legs—but I liked it! As I raped her, I watched her face change from light red to
deep red, then to purple, and finally to a dull gray.
Her struggles weakened, her eyes turned bloodshot, and finally, after a few minutes,
she lost consciousness again.
This time, however, I didn't stop. In fact, I tightened my grip even more. After a while, I felt and
heard the cartilage in her neck collapse under my thumb. At the same time, her body began to convulse violently
, like a jackhammer or something, but this convulsion only lasted a short time.
Finally, she went limp forever, and I felt her warm urine spray onto me.
This feeling incredibly excited me, causing me to ejaculate again immediately.
By this time, I knew she was definitely finished, but I wanted to be absolutely certain.
I gripped her neck tightly for at least five more minutes before releasing her, then used another
silk scarf to tie around her throat, making a tight knot as best I could.
I stared at her beautiful corpse for a long time, making my own plans—what should I do next? I
climbed off her bed with a smug grin. I'd had my fun; now it was time for business.
The first thing I did was remove the condom, just like before. Then I went into the bathroom
and started filling the bathtub with boiling water. As the tub filled, I went back to the bedroom
and dressed, making sure I didn't forget to tuck the silk scarf inside my stockings.
Taking the risk of leaving any unnecessary evidence like semen or pubic hair
was simply not a good idea.
After getting dressed, I went back to check on her body.
There was no doubt she was dead; one look was enough to tell.
I removed the two silk scarves from her body and carefully pulled her up.
I carried her limp body into the bathroom, letting her slide face-up into the boiling water.
I loved looking into her beautiful eyes; she wouldn't even utter a sound.
Then, I took the bottle of liquid soap she'd left in the bathtub and poured about half of it into the water.
Then, I searched her room again and found a bottle of bleach, which I poured into the water as well.
After soaking her in the water, I went back to the bedroom and carefully removed
all her bedding, including the pillowcases, and stuffed it into a trash bag along with the two condoms.
I went around again and found the vacuum cleaner in the storage room in the hallway, and immediately started
cleaning her apartment.
The goal was to eliminate any possible evidence that the police might find. I vacuumed from top to bottom, inside and out
, carefully cleaning any sofas or chairs I might have touched.
This took me about 45 minutes. After I finished, I went back to check on
Nicole in the water.
She was alright, except that many parts of her skin had peeled off from the hot water, but I had expected
that.
I tested the water temperature; it had cooled down a bit, so I went over to drain the water from the tub, picked up a towel,
and began to wash her body.
First, I put a soaped towel inside her mouth and started washing it, making sure I
'd reached deep enough to remove all the remaining semen.
Next, I vigorously scrubbed her face, arms, torso, and legs, then turned her over and
washed her back from top to bottom, once again erasing all evidence of my crime.
Then, I rinsed the towel under the bathtub faucet, soaped it again, and started washing her
genitals and buttocks.
You have to be careful here, of course; if you leave even a tiny bit of semen or pubic hair,
you're dead.
I washed very carefully.
Then, I turned on the shower and positioned it to rinse her genitals.
She'd been dead for almost two hours by then, and I was getting a little tired, but I had to keep going
.
I left the shower running, rinsing her genitals, then went back to the bedroom and searched carefully
. I quickly found her wallet, and to my surprise, there was over 300 yuan in cash inside,
which I pocketed.
I continued searching her house and found another 50 yuan in a secluded spot.
Maybe she still had a lover she was secretly hiding money from.
Anyway, it didn't matter.
I also found some rather valuable earrings and rings, but I dared not take them.
Being found with something belonging to a dead woman was tantamount to suicide.
I spent about an hour searching her house, but didn't find any more cash, so
I returned to her body.
She was slowly stiffening, but still looked beautiful.
I turned off the water and, with some effort, turned her face up again.
Her dead eyes shone brighter than ever, still captivating me.
I really wanted to rape her one last time, but I couldn't take the risk.
I remembered a toolbox I'd seen while searching, so I went back to get a
small Phillips head screwdriver, ran back to the bathroom, unscrewed the bathtub drain, and threw it
into my trash bag—there might be hair on it, maybe even mine.
After removing that, I plugged the tub again, poured soap and bleach on her body,
especially her mouth, anus, and genitals, and then filled it with boiling water again.
When the tub was full, I turned off the tap, made sure I hadn't left any trace, including fingerprints
, and then locked the door.
I walked back through her apartment, wiping away any marks I might have left.
After that, I threw the rag into the trash bag too.
I vacuumed one last time, this time from the back of her apartment to the front door,
and then I took the entire trash bag out of the vacuum cleaner and put it in my garbage bag.
I glanced outside, saw no one, quickly grabbed the bag, locked
her door with her own key, and threw the key and my medical gloves into the waste bag.
I walked to my car, put the bag in the back, and drove off.
About an hour later, I went to a deserted area, set fire to everything in the bag
, and buried the key that didn't burn.
I got home around 5 a.m., exhausted. I took a hot shower
and went to bed.
The next day, I washed all the clothes I'd worn the night before. That evening, while watching the news
, I learned that while I was sleeping that morning, her mother had discovered her strangled
body.
According to reports, the police hadn't found any clues or a suspect. For the next week, I continued
to follow the developments until the incident completely faded from the news.
As for whether I fled the scene? Well, three years have passed, and I'm still at large.
I wonder if that counts as an answer.
Nicole was the first one I killed, but she certainly won't be the last.

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