After having gotten Jessi I figured that she would have been like Shannon and told somebody about it, but she didn't. She was there the next day in fear that being alone at home wouldn't be safe and at the same time she was probably worried about showing signs of weakness by not coming and revealing she was deeply effected. However, I did like what happened when she came back. She was timid and trying to act like herself, completely covering up for me and ignoring me like always, little did these people know that she was scared of me rather than her feeling better than me, I couldn't blame her but I was damned proud. She even came up with an excuse about why she was so bruised and banged up, yeah, anybody who asked would get her to respond by saying "I... I just fell down the stairs that's all!". This had gotten to her as bad, if not worse, as it had Shannon, afterall, Jessi was more of a bitch but not as slutty, and this having happened to her degraded her even more. God I was proud of what I had done, and I thought I was finished, but soon I learned I was wrong.
As it turns out, a girl that hung out with the preppy clique had seen me taking Jessi out of the school, and she had approached me about it early on. She asked what we were doing and why I had done what I did, whatever it was. She threatened to tell the principal about what had happened, but with a smirk I made up a lie about having needed to talk to her in private and didn't force her, pushing the idea of her seeing it in the wrong perspective. She just sort of blew me off then, and glared at me. I didn't think much of it, she didn't seem like the type to... you know... say something and actually DO it, one of the all talk types. I wasn't sure though, I mean I didn't even know the girl's name, she was next to a complete stranger to me, having basically just been a person I've seen in the halls now and then, this was the first time we've spoken, and I was hoping the last out of annoyance. I couldn't help but notice her good looks though, if it wasn't for dressing preppy she'd be hott, she'd sure as hell make a great goth with a different attitude. She had long, light brown hair with blonde highlights and a light, natural tan. Her breasts were firm but no more than a small C. She had basically no fat on her and was about my height and I THINK she had emerald green eyes, but I didn't get a good enough look, I just didn't care enough.
Then, about 1:30pm Jessi got called down to the office, the assistant principal wanted to talk to her about something. I knew it was about her leaving the day before toward the end of school but I wasn't sure if that little preppy girl had told or not, I didn't want to take the risk of being caught before I could finish what I wanted to do. I was going for broke now, and I was royally pissed. I was forcing my mind to believe the girl had told everything, and if she hadn't then Jessi would crack under pressure, so I wasn't letting ANYTHING hold me back now, no, I was sick of all this shit. Before they could call me down to the office, them always taking about 45 minutes to an hour to talk to a kid about things like this I quickly rushed to a dark, almost always empty hallway that came off from the hallway I had always seen that little preppy girl walk down that time of the day. The hallway I hid in led to a study hall that was only used during 3rd and 5th period, so I wasn't worried about anyone being around. Also, just incase of being caught I knew the study hall room had a door in the back that openned up to the same area which I had taken Shannon out of during my second assault, right to the woods. I waited for the preppy girl to pass by with her friends and her being in such a large group of chitchatting preppy girls I knew she wouldn't be noticed if she dropped off the face of the earth, at least for that moment considering preps stuck together, and everyone else hated them, so nobody would be watching their little social group and they'd be so busy talking to each other one disappearing would make no difference. Just as they passed the hallway I was in I grabbed the girl's wrist hard and pulled her back with me, slipping my knife out and holding it to her stomach, turning so that people wouldn't see the knife and it would look like I was just walking with her, just incase anyone got suspicious. She almost screamed until she froze at the sight of the knife, which that had been the plan.
As I made way with her down the small, empty hallway, it turning about 10 feet down I whispered to her "Whether or not you told them what I did, you're too big of a risk to pass off and besides, you threatened me; nobody threatens me who isn't punished... severely." Her eyes widened and she began to turn and run from me, but I just positioned the knife so it would point more toward her as she moved, and before the knife could pierce her she stopped and sighed, letting me take her with minimal reluctancy. I smiled at her fearful cooperation. We reached the door to the study hall and I noticed the light was on, but figured it had been left on by mistake while the study hall teacher ate lunch. Great, it was just my luck that the teacher had decided to eat lunch in his room and he noticed me and the girl as soon as we rushed in. His eye caught the knife and he instantly stood, yelling "What in the HELL is going on her!?". I smirked and not only slammed the door shut, but locked it as well using the turning lock on the knob. I pushed the prep down into a chair near the teachers desk and stood eyeing him. He was pissing me off with his shouting, "This is a major problem kid, not only by the school but it's a pretty serious CRIME too!" for example, shit like that. I decided to confuse him with a smile, and truthfully was becoming somewhat entertained by how naive he was. I stayed silent, and finally replied to him by tossing my knife at him, which spun like a buzz saw through the air and to my luck the blade buried itself right into his neck. He made a few gargling noises from his slightly bleeding mouth as blood began to run pretty excessively. A stream of blood had sprayed when the knife hit his neck and in seconds, without being able to stay balanced or talk he stumbled to the floor, dying pretty quickly. As if I cared, it wasn't my first murder in cold blood and the sight of sliced flesh and blood excited me greatly. I reached down and with some small amounts of force ripped the knife from his throat, which gushed a bit more freely once it came out. There was a large pool of blood on the floor around his neck, not large as in general size, but for just a stab to the neck it certainly was.
I turned to see the girl stare in horror, slowly standing and backing up a bit. As I glared coldly at her I licked the blade clean, and the instant my tounge tasted blood she turned and ran like hell toward the door. She tried to open it and realized I had locked it, but before she could unlock it manually I was close enough to have a good chance at hitting her with the knife, which I did. The blade struck her in the same style as it did the teacher, but in the back of the thigh. She fell to the floor and screamed a bit in pain. This room was far enough away from the rest of the classrooms to let me feel fairly safe that nobody would hear and come rushing to her rescue. She was already crying, mostly out of pain and fear she was going to die. She reached for the knife and attempted to pull it out too, but the pain of the knife sliding against her inner flesh was too much for her, and she let go to just lay there like a wounded animal. Her fear and the sight of her miserably trying to muster the strength and courage to extract the blade was priceless. I then kneeled down and without mercy or care for her feelings in anyway I twisted the blade, mangling her inner muscles and causing her great pain which brought out a good scream. I ripped the blade out of her thigh and smiled, holding it to my lips. In a mixture of immense pain and sickness from seeing me now lick the blade clean again she couldn't help but throwing up a bit to her side, I only giggled.
I was now kneeling the closest to her I could, grinning devilish and keeping my eyes focused on her. I spoke softly and very calmly, as from that point on most of my words were as well, "Do you want to live?". Her eyes widened slightly, having basically just been given the direct knowledge that she COULD be killed this day. She whimpered and stayed silent. In the same tone, a bit more rushed I repeated, "Do you want to live?". With some nervous shaking and still existant whimpers she slowly nodded to insure me she wanted to. I smiled and slowly stood infront of her, my eyes glaring coldly but my lips showing a grin I spoke again, "You can if you wish to... as long as you suck my cock.". Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, looking away and shaking her head no quickly. I glared and crouched down to her side, throwing my knife to the floor just out of her reach and ran my hand slowly up her thigh, resting it so that my fingertips rested just lightly on her openned wound. I smiled and asked softly, "Are you sure?". She whimpered and nodded a bit faster, never looking at me for more than a second. I glared and slowly pushed my fingers into her gash much like as if it were her pussy. I could feel the blood gush around my fingers and pressed my fingers to her inner muscles, she was screaming in pain from this the whole time. I asked her if she would reconsider and to my suprise she still refused. This girl definantly was no slut in the same way that the first two girls were, she did care greatly about her pride though, a little too much for my liking in fact.
I stood and searched the room with my eyes, she was now glancing up at me and watched as I licked my fingers clean from blood. She felt sick again but didn't throw up, however, she was confused on what I was looking for. I moved slowly across the room, having now found my target and passed off any worry of her escaping. Her injury was way too intense for someone with such a low pain tolerance to tolerate, much less unlocked, open, and exit through a door far enough to make it to help. I stopped infront of a paper slicer, reached to the joint where the blade was connected and began to unscrew it with some force since I didn't have a tool to do it with. I pulled the blade away from the cutting board and held it by the handle, studying it carefully as I ran my fingers slowly up the edge, learning that it was only sharp enough to leave a small cut on each of my fingertips. As I licked the cuts I turned and held my newly acquired weapon in my hand firmly, glaring with a slightly angered grin. She yelped at the sight of the blade in fear as I advanced toward her a bit faster than I had walked away. She backed up to the door the most she could and struggled to reach the door knob, but failed. As I stopped just infront of her I raised the blade up over my left shoulder and swung it hard. I heard the clanking of metal to wood and thought a moment that I either missed or heard wrong. As the cloudy white film of angered cleared from my eyes I smiled with glee at her now limp, newly blood covered body as well as the blade to match. There wasn't any sound for a moment, then quickly her head rolled down her body and across the floor to my feet, leaving a trail of blood behind it the whole way.
I lifted the blade to my lips and slowly licked it clean, loving the idea that there was a lot more blood on this blade than on the knife. I dropped the now clean blade to the blood splattered floor and reached down to grasp the bloody shirt of her body in one hand, my other hand running down to rub my tented jeans softly. I pulled the body away from the wall and positioned it infront of me. As I undid my pants and withdrew my cock I grasped the body with body hands by each side as I slowly pushed my cock into the now open throat at which the now severed head once rested lively. I began to thrust my hard cock into her neck stub, it felt great and the blood and body moisture made for perfect natural lubrication. I smiled and bite my lip softly as I thrusted my hips hard forward. The feeling of her inner throat walls pushing against my swollen, throbbing shaft felt amazing and better than I'd hoped. It was a unique feeling undoubtedly, but felt great. I grasped the sides of her body firmly in my hands as I fucked her neck hard, moaning softly the whole time in bliss as I felt my release approach. I didn't want to cum yet, and in my ecstacy my climax was building fast, so with reliuctancy I slid out of her neck, moving the body in almost a tossing manner so it could fall flat to the flloor.
I kneeled down so that I was straddling my victim's headless corpse as I stroked my blood covered, throbbing cock. I grabbed the severed head from the ground once I took my hand from my cock and lifted it to eye level by the hair. Softly I kissed the dead lips and then used the hair to wipe some of the blood from my cock. I returned my hand to my wanting cock and began to rub it again. I reached over and grabbed my large machete like weapon, taking it just in one hand fore my other hand was busy jacking me off. I lifted the blade so its tip was facing down and forced it south, deep into the stomach of the girl's body. I grinned down in an excited devil smile and took my hand from my cock. I took the blade's handle in both hands and like a hammer I thrusted it down quickly. It struck the head forcefully and watched as it split down the center, both halves falling to the side and rocking slightly. I grinned and threw the blade down to the side of the corpse, now my fun would begin. In my left hand I took the left half of the head by the outter face, my cock firm in the other. I slowly slid my tounge against the strange, yet not bad tasting gray-matter as I began to jack off over her open stomach. Softly I sunk my teeth down into the brains and began to feed on them, my face and lips covered in things that would make someone puke at the thought of, and my hand continued to quickly and firmly stroke my cock. As I feasted quickly from her open skull I licked my lips clean and continued to feed, jacking off hard and building very quick.
Finally, after feeding the side of the skull clean I dropped it to the floor and moaned as I began to cum hard, it spraying mostly into the stomach. Just as I was finishing my self-gradification I heard a click as if a lock was snapping, and looking up with a slight shocked glare the door popped open slowly, I knew I was going to be discovered.....
