Above The Law

With the investigation of my previous murders drawing to a close I felt it was safe to hunt again and so began the task of watching my new carefully chosen prey, a family of four.

Initially I was drawn to the family through the daughter, Samantha, a pretty 15 year old brunette whose well-developed body and attractive looks appealed to me the moment I saw her.

I came across her profile on a website when surfing the net one night and was compelled to track her down. Her profile displayed the name of a city that was quite a distance from my own but travel was not an issue as I had been saving for a situation like this for some time. It was simply a case of finding the right victim and Samantha, although slightly younger than my usual prey, was most definitely what I had been looking for.

I drew an interest in her family upon discovering that her father was a member of the local law enforcement. He was a man in his mid 40's of average build and looks but his mind was one of intelligence. His reputation as a homicide detective had earned him respect within the ranks.

I had been having fantasies of torturing and killing a cop for quite some time and the temptation to do so, as risky as it was, was extremely appealing.

After several unsolved murders it is easy to fall into the trap of feeling immortal. That God-like feeling of adrenalin and euphoria as it combines to form an intense rush never seems to last. Maintaining the high requires a certain amount of increased risk with each new murder. I admit, I love the risks and the danger involved but the chances of making a mistake amid a high-risk situation becomes a stronger possibility each time I kill and killing a cop was definately considered a 'high-risk situation'.

My interest in the father eventually drew greater attention than that of his daughter. This was a detective that needed to feel the sharp edge of my knife but getting to him and his family was not going to be an easy task. This would be one murder that required much more planning than all of the murders I had committed before it.

Samantha’s mother, Beth, was a relatively slim, attractive woman in her late 30’s who worked as a nurse at a private hospital. Her youngest child was a boy named Mathew, a 5 year old who was clearly a handful. My interest in the mother and son was only minimal but my desire to kill the whole family would mean their death as well.

A lot of serial killers frown upon the murder of young children and although I am not normally one to murder a child as young as 5, I did find the thought somewhat appealing. Although I have a child of my own, I am not what you would call a person who loves children. In fact, I hate them. I can tolerate my own kid but other children I have very little patience for, so murdering a 5 year old was not going to be a real issue.

I had considered working with a partner again, but decided to go this one alone. I did not want to share the pleasure of murdering this family with anyone else, especially the detective in whom my fantasies had begun to centre upon. The thought of killing him was even more pleasing than his daughter. I had never killed a cop before but the mere idea was extremely exciting.

I respect the law to a certain degree but I find most members of law enforcement to be quite arrogant. I have had several dealings with them in the past in relation to minor offences but always find them to be extremely irritating. They try to use intimidation tactics during questioning, making full use of their position in authority whether you’re guilty or not.

Killing a cop was never going to be a problem with me. I was very much looking forward to brutally murdering Samantha’s father, but I would make damn sure he experienced plenty of pain before death ever touched his body.

It was time to pack up and take an extended holiday to Samantha’s home town. I had to take my daughter with me, so it was not going to be easy to watch my prey as much as I wanted. I decided that taking my slave with me would be a wise decision. Not only did I trust her enough to look after my daughter in my absence, I knew she would provide an alibi should I need one.

It took a little over a week to find Samantha and her family after observing several schools in the local district and watching the children that left each afternoon. Not an easy task when there are so many children to observe, but acting as a parent at the front gates did prove to be beneficial. Being female, I did not arouse suspicion among the other parents. I made sure to keep my distance to avoid conversation and wore a wig, sunglasses and a broad brimmed hat to cover my identity. This would be changed at each school I observed. It finally paid off on the ninth day and third school I visited.

After I finally found her, I followed Samantha to her parent’s car taking quick note of the cars' appearance and its number plate as I casually strolled past. Staying a few cars behind to avoid suspicion, I followed them as they drove home. A large brick home came into view as I watched the car pull into a driveway. Not knowing if this was Samantha's home or someone they were visiting, I followed Samantha home from school each day until I could properly determine her residency. The family home was soon confirmed and I could now comfortably observe them until the time to kill drew near.

Considering their hectic routine would prove somewhat difficult in catching them all together outside the family home, murdering them inside their home appeared to be the best option. Several weeks later and with a clear indication of the family’s regular routine firmly in place, it was time to establish a solid plan of action.

It would seem that the only time Samantha and her family were ever together was at night. So, the best option as I saw it would be to enter the house during the day while the family were away. That way I could catch them by surprise. Of course, being seen by nosy neighbors was my biggest concern. I had also noticed upon observing the neighborhood that several houses nearby had dogs. This would be a problem if the dogs were alert to my presence. The barking could alarm the neighbours and I would be forced to retreat until much later.

I chose a day that was heavily overcast to plan my attack. I waited for several hours after the family had left the house and watched carefully as the neighbors also prepared for their daily routine. It wasn't long before the dark clouds burst forth with rain, instantly wetting all in sight. The neighbors dogs that had been busy digging holes in the backyard took shelter and settled down into their warm place in the kennel. It was at this moment I took the opportunity to exit my position and carefully approach the home that would soon become my slaughterhouse.

I made certain to wear a dark-coloured raincoat in order to draw less attention to myself and a pair of old, well-worn shoes (covered with plastic shoe covers to prevent leaving traces of mud or dirt through the house) that were two sizes too big, carefully stuffing the toes with extra padding to prevent slipping as I ran through the shadows to the back of the house. After carefully removing my raincoat and plastic shoe covers and hiding them deep within the bushes at the edge of the verandah, I prepared to pick the lock on the backdoor. Luckily there was no security alarm to bypass. I had already made a special trip to the house several nights earlier to determine the safest point of entry, so I was now prepared for quick and quiet access.

It wasn't long before the lock was picked and I was in. Everything was going to plan.

Upon entering the house, I closed and relocked the door behind me and searched each room for a suitable hiding place that could be comfortably occupied until the family returned home. It would be a couple of hours before they returned which gave me plenty of time to scope out an ideal location in the house.

I chose upon a room that appeared to be that of the youngest child's. The walk-in cupboard had a set of shelves that gave easy access to and from a man-hole in the ceiling. This was the ideal hiding place I had been searching for. I entered the man-hole and quietly lay in wait.

Although the waiting period before an attack often appears long and uneventful, there is a certain thrill in the knowledge that the attack will eventually take place. The mind is occupied by fantasies that are intensfied with the anticipation, which can make the waiting time just that little bit more exciting.

As I waited inside the man-hole in the ceiling, time slowely ticked by. Approximately two hours later the sound of voices could be heard throughout the house. All I had to do now was wait until the family were asleep.

Several hours later and all was quiet as I exited the man-hole in the ceiling. A low lit night light provided view of the bed where Mathew slept. I took out a rag and bottle of chloroform from my leather bag and dipped a small amount of the chloroform onto the rag. I made sure to only use what I needed to render the boy unconscious for a short period of time. This would prevent him from waking unexpectedly and cause a disturbance in the house.

Replacing the chloroform and rag, I took out two carefully cut lengths of rope and used them to tie the child's wrists and ankles together. It would not be long before the boy would awaken from his state of unconsciousness and express fear to my presence in his room. I did not desire to kill the boy just yet, so I made sure to cover his mouth with gaffa tape to keep him silent. I kept him tied to the bed as I gathered my things and quietly left the room.

Samantha's room was next to Mathew's and facing directly opposite her parents bedroom. Her door was slightly ajar as I listened for sounds within the room that would indicate whether she was asleep or awake. I did not want to be caught by surprise by a teenage girl who likely had the lung capacity to awaken the whole neighborhood should she feel the urge to scream. Her gentle snores were proof enough that it would be safe to enter her bedroom.

There she lay, a beauty within the confines of her bedding. I wanted to touch her. To feel the tender flesh that would soon be mine. The temptation to do so was almost overwhelming but the desire to maintain control was much, much stronger.

I gently placed my bag on the floor and was in the process of removing the rag containing the chloroform I had used on Mathew when a sound could be heard in the parents bedroom across the hall. I immediately stopped what I was doing, grabbed my bag and hid in the shadows behind the door in Samantha's room. I could only hope that whoever was awake would not check in on Mathew.

For a moment I felt a twinge of panic as I listened intently for the sounds that would indicate someone was awake. Several minutes passed before I heard a toilet flush and the sound of flowing water in the ensuite attached to the parents' bedroom. I waited several minutes more before relaxing and continued to proceed with binding Samantha to her bed. She was still in a state of unconsciousness as I left her room and entered her parents bedroom.

I once again used the chloroform to gain control as my prey lay in slumber. I bound and gagged the detective and his wife as quickly and securely as I could, then grabbed a chair from the kitchen in order to watch and wait for my prey to awaken.

By this stage, I was in dire need to use the bathroom to relieve my bladder and did so while being careful to cover the toilet seat with a plastic cover I had designed for the sole purpose of preventing any trace of dna from being left behind. I also kept myself shaved to prevent any loss of pubic hairs. Of course, there is dna in a person's urine as well but that would be flushed down the toilet, making it virtually impossible to trace. I also made sure to thorougly clean the inside of the toilet once I had finished.

The sound of the flushing toilet had stirred the detective from his unconsciousness and as I returned to the bedroom, after finishing up in the bathroom, I smiled at the fear that now appeared in his eyes. This was a man who prided himself on his ability to catch serial killers. It was time for payback!

I sat on the chair facing the bed and waited, watching as he struggled against the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles. It wasn't long before his wife was also awake and struggling. Her eyes widened in fear and a scream escaped her mouth as she noticed my presence in the room. Luckily the gag in her mouth muffled the scream, reducing the sound as it passed her lips. Needless to say, I did not have to fear the neighbors hearing her cries for help.

I smiled at the couple as they lay on the bed, aware that the time to play had almost reached it's hour.

I had grabbed a gun out of my bag earlier and was now holding it towards the detective's head and ordered him to do exactly as I say. My first order was to move each family member into the living room one by one, starting with the detective. I had expected a little more resistance from a man who catches criminals for a living, but he complied to my orders immediately. He was not offering any challenge which I have to admit, found a little disappointing.

I placed a pillowcase and lead rope over the detectives head and proceeded to untie the rope on his ankles. I then ordered him to stand up and led him into the living room in order to secure him to a lounge chair. I retied his ankles and after he was secured to the chair, went back to the bedroom to get his wife. Muffled screams could be heard through her gag as I placed the pillowcase over her head and rope around her neck. I lead her into the living room and secured her to a chair next to her husband. She struggled as I attempted to rety her ankles, but a hard punch to the stomach soon settled the bitch down. I repeated the process with Samantha, but carried her little brother instead of walking him. Now that all were secure in the living room, it was time to release the beast...

I removed the pillowcase off the head of each family member and sat on a lounge chair across from them, smiling a most deviant smile.

"Well now, look what we have here... a little boy who is quite a handful. A sexy sis and feisty one at that I might add. A hot little mama and a dirty, filthy cop all under my control. Hmmm... What's wrong with this picture? Ahh yes... the pig." *looks at the detective with a smirk* "Just think of me as the big, bad wolf who's gonna blow your little house down. Sound like fun?" *the family nod their heads in fear* "Good, because it will be fun... I guarantee you that."

Holding onto my knife, I walked past each family member and gently ran the flat side of the blade over their head. I then stopped at the detective and kneeled down to look him directly... "tell me detective, who should I kill first?"

He looked at me with renewed fear in his eyes and tried to yell at me through the gag in his mouth, but all that could be heard were muffled sounds. I stood up and walked over to the little boy, and gently held the knife to his throat. His mother immediately screamed at me in panic and his sister began to cry. This was amusing.

"Let's see, shall I kill the little brat first do you think?" The mother looked at me in panic, vigorously shaking her head.

"I think I will." I said to the brats mother with a grin.

By now, the little boy was crying and had pissed himself in fear. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the middle of the living room floor for all to see. I wanted an audience and what better audience than his own family. He was screaming through his gag and struggled desperately to get away from me, but one quick stab to the boys leg soon stopped him in his place. His screams did not cease and my anger was building at an intense rate. I wanted this little brat to shut up but he wouldn't stop crying and screaming, so I pulled the boy up by his hair and immediately rammed the blade into his chest. After removing my knife, I threw him down to the floor again. He fell in a heap and I watched him as he breathed his last.

By now the family was hysterical. My anger had receded as I watched the boy die and I was suddenly in a horny mood. I walked over to Samantha and ran the bloodstained blade of my knife down the front of her nightshirt.

"Guess what... You're next, bitch." I told her as she cringed from the blade.

Considering the living room ceiling had exposed beams, I took the opportunity to use them. I Placed one end of a rope over an exposed beam that had a noose in the end of it and tied the other end of the rope around the detectives body as tightly as I could. I then cut the rope that was securing the wifes ankles and ordered her to get undressed. She complied with a little hesitation at first. Once she was fully undressed, I ordered her to stand on a chair that I had placed under the ceiling beam. At first she refused to, but after threatening to slit her throat if she refused me again she reluctantly obliged. The task was made somewhat difficult with her wrists tied together but with a little of my assitance, she eventually stood on the chair. I used another chair beside her to reach up and place the noose over her head. The rope was slightly too long, so I had to adjust the length of it around her husbands body in order to force the wife to stand on her toes. I told the detective not to move or I'd gut his wife like a fish while he watched. That seemed to keep him in his place.

It was time to play with Samantha while her parents watched on in horror.

I ordered Samantha to stand before me. She shook her head and refused to move from her place on the couch. I ordered her again, this time in a more demanding voice.

"Stand up bitch before I make you!"

Again she refused and my anger at her denial was slowely reaching boiling point. I grabbed her by the hair and threw her off the lounge onto the floor.

"Are you going to deny me again you flithy little fucking whore?!!"

She shook her head in fear and proceeded to stand up in front of me. I cut her clothes off with my knife and admired her delicate body, her small supple breasts and the gentle crevasse between her legs. I wanted to touch her body and squeeze her breasts. I wanted to hear screams as I bit off her clit and cleaned the blood off her lips with my tongue, but that would mean leaving traces of dna behind and that was not a risk worth taking. But... I could still rape this little whore without touching her body with my mouth or having to remove my gloves.

I ordered her to sit back down on the lounge and threatened to kill her mother if she moved. Samantha looked at her mother who had been watching the events unfold from where she hung, at her father who was struggling to support his wife's weight as the rope slowely tightened on his body and then at her brother who lay in a pool of blood on the living room floor. She now knew that any hope her family had of escaping this nightmare had been lost along with her brother's death. She began to cry as she awaited the horrors that were yet to come.

I returned from the kitchen with a rolling pin I had found in a kitchen draw. It would be the perfect instrument to rape the little whore. I ordered Samantha to lay down on the lounge and push her knees up towards her chest. I made sure to keep her ankles tied for better control. She looked at me in fear knowing what was about to happen. I could hear her parents yelling through their gag as I spread her legs apart as far as I could (which wasn't too far with her ankles still tied together) and forced the rolling pin into the girls cunt. It refused to enter her properly and it was then that I realised she was still a virgin and a very dry one at that. I decided to use some moisturing cream from the bathroom and rubbed it's oily contents onto the glove covering my hand. I then used my fingers to loosen her virginal passage and once again pushed the rolling pin inside her. Her virginity broke as a trickle of blood rolled onto the couch. I pushed the rolling pin in harder and faster, causing her to scream through her gag. I rubbed and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples through my gloved hand. I forced the rolling pin inside her as hard as I could, causing the little bitch to scream some more.

This is one of those times where I wished I had been born a man instead of a woman. Oh how I wanted to rape this bitch for real. To feel her body both inside and out. To release my orgasm inside her warm, wet pussy. But god had chosen my path as a female and at times, it was one I found hard to accept. I felt like a man trapped inside a woman's body with nowhere to escape.

Thankfully the gag covering Samantha's mouth only released muffled sounds that could not be heard outside the house as I continued to rape her with the rolling pin.

After I had finished with her, I ordered her to turn over on the lounge so that she would be on her knees with her back facing me. She screamed as I forced the rolling pin inside her ass and her parents cried hysterically as they watched their daughter being sodomised. I reached around with my other hand and squeezed her breasts as hard as I could. I wanted to cause her pain. So much pain! I wanted to release the savage beast that craved to be released inside me. I needed to release my rage!

I pushed the rolling pin into her ass so hard it ripped her anal passage. I kept the rolling pin inside her as she bled from her ripped ass. I could feel something inside me come alive as the rush from so much savagery had begun to take hold. It was time to kill!

I ordered Samantha not to move as I reached down and grabbed my knife off the floor beside the couch. Holding Samantha by the hair, I reached around with the blade of the knife and quickly slit her throat. Samantha gasped and struggled for air as the rush that had been building intensified immensely. I watched the blood that shot forth from her neck, covering the floor in front of her. She spasmed as the last of her breath left her lips and the stench of piss and shit filled the room as she loosened her bowels.

Oh, how I love to kill!! How I love to cause their pain and suffering and finally their death as the rush from the kill intensifies the moment! The smell of death is not a pleasant odour but it is worth every breath of stench-filled air just to watch them die!!

As I held the bloodstained knife in my hand, I turned to look at Samantha's mother with a grin that intensified her fear. I felt alive and very, very dangerous. The beast within me was free and I wanted to release it's rage yet again. I walked over to Samantha's mother and kicked the chair from beneath her. Her husband yelled out in pain as the rope around his body that had been used to support his wife's weight increased dramatically. He felt as though his chest would crush from the pressure that was placed on it. He tried to move forward to release the pressure but could only move a little against the ropes that secured him to the lounge chair. He watched in horror as his wife hung from the ceiling beam, struggling for the air that had now escaped her lungs. He could do nothing to help her.

I watched his wife as she attempted to alleviate the pressure on her neck but her struggles against the rope were futile and only caused the pressure to increase. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and her tongue began to swell as her face turned a purplish blue. This was a woman who would fight to the very end. It took several minutes before she finally gave up her struggles to the release of death. Strangely enough, I did not feel a rush from this kill. Instead I felt a kind of numbness pass through my body as though a part of me had died along with her. It was an odd feeling. Not one I can easily explain and hopefully one I will never feel again.

After death had taken hold of Samantha's mother, I went over to my bag and removed a small axe from it's casing. I then turned my attention to the detective who was slumped in the lounge chair. It would seem the rope around his chest was causing his breathing to constrict.

"How does it feel to be caught?" I said to him as he stared at the family that had once been his pride and joy.

He looked at me in despair. All hope had faded from his eyes as he lowered his head to avoid my stare. I forced him to look me in the eyes as I spoke.

I was angry at this pig that sat before me. This dirty fucking pig that put away several killers who had been killing whores in the city.

"You allow those filthy whores out there to dirty the streets of our cities by catching those who kill them. So tell me, do you think it's okay to allow these sluts to spread their legs for money?! To spread their diseases?!"

The detective shook his head and tried to speak in his own defence, but the gag on his mouth only muffled his words.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up. I can't understand a goddamn word you're saying. It's too late to come up with your pathetic excuses now. You catch killers that are doing society a favour by killing whores, now a killer has caught you. It's time to pay the reaper!!"

I stood in front of the detective and raised the axe above my head and swung it downwards towards his neck as hard as I could, digging the blade in as far as it would go. I then repeated the process on the other side. The detectives head flew off his shoulders and I quickly retrieved it. I carried it into the kitchen and placed it on a large platter. It excited me to watch the blood drip onto the platter as I placed fruit and vegetables around the outside of the head. As a final touch to my work of art, I carefully placed a red apple into the detectives mouth and placed a large lid over the platter. I left a note on the lid for the cops to read upon discovery of the bodies...

'Dear Detectives, would you like to try some roast pork? I left some for you... I hope you're hungry.'

I smiled to myself at my morbid joke as I cleaned off the blades of my knife and axe and replaced them back in my bag. I took a photo of the family that had been sitting on a bookcase in the living room as my trophy and left the house. This would be a night to remember.

The savage beast had satisfied it's hunger... for now.