He smiled when he thought about how when she had extended her arm and took the clipboard from his hands that day he’d brought the dog to the pound, how he had wanted to grab her right then and have his way with her, but hadn’t. He was patient with her. He watched her everyday and every night. Or at least as much as he possibly could. She was just a normal girl. She ate fast-food for lunch everyday and for dinner she ate at a little waffle diner near the pound. She always got home around six and went to work around eight. The most important factor was the fact that on Saturday she was at the pound, alone, from eight to three. It was nearly perfect.
He came up with his plan the night before as he lay in his bed, stroking himself. He would walk casually in through the front with a black hood covering his head and face. If she was in the back, then he would go in too, but if she was in the front, he would immediately attack her. He would rape her, then kill her. He hadn’t lied about feeding her body to the animals inside. He just hadn’t done it yet. But he would.
And today was perfect. Clouds hid the sun so the day was grey and murky. No rain fell but it wouldn’t be too much longer before it started. Only one car sat parked in the parking lot of the pound. The car was a small white four-door Volvo with a dented hood. He slowly pulled into the lot and parked in front of the building. He got out of the car and walked inside the building, pulling the hood over his head as he did so.
She wasn’t in the front so she must be in the back. He walked through the swinging metal door at the side of the desk and went into the back room. The room was more of a hallway filled with large cages on both sides. There was a dog or two in each cage. There must have been one hundred cages in the room total, all lining the walls and leading towards another metal door. He walked through the hallway towards the door with the dog cages on each side of him, the animals barking and raising hell.
Right as he was near the door, it opened and Nancy walked out. She wore white gloves and held a needle in her hand. She stopped in her tracks, looking straight at Randy, not understanding what he was doing in back where only employees should be.
He pounced at her immediately and knocked her down with a single punch. The needle in her hand dropped to the floor and rolled away. The dogs all around barked even louder than before, as if they sensed what was happening. Randy grinned, enjoying an audience, even if it was just a bunch of dumb mutts.
Watch this, fuckers, he thought as he put one foot down on top of Nancy’s chest. He then raised the foot and brought it back down with all the weight his body could muster, the sole of his shoe slamming into her chest. He heard and felt her ribcage give way as she snapped awake and screamed, coughing up blood. He’d probably broken several of her ribs or maybe more. She was squirming now, trying to get away from him, her face creased in agony but he gave her no chance.
He kicked her over to her stomach and knelt down beside her. She was grasping the concrete floor with the tips of her fingers, trying to crawl away. He laughed at her and grabbed her pants. Pulling her towards him caused several of her fingernails to tear off as she skidded across the floor.
Breathing heavily, he tore open her pants to reveal a pair of white cotton panties beneath. He grabbed the hem of the panties and ripped them off roughly, leaving a trail of red across her buttocks. He unzipped himself with one hand while putting his finger deep into her asshole. She yelped out as he fingered her. She was trying to turn back around to face him. He came up to her quickly and pulled out his finger. He had no need to spit as he would get it in there even if he had to bust open the skin around the small brown hole. Surprisingly enough though, his dick slipped in easily. She raised her head and started screaming as he pumped himself roughly into her anus. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled tightly while unsheathing a sharp pocket knife with the other. He purchased the knife a week ago at a local pawn shop for just this occasion. He brought the blade down to her face and put it against her forehead. He sliced through the skin easily while pulling on her hair.
She inadvertently helped finish the process by snapping her head back towards the floor. Her scalp ripped off with ease as if he’d just peeled the skin off of a large orange. Blood seeped through the flesh and he could see small splotches of bone peeking out from beneath the red mass of tissue. She was screaming even louder now, so he threw the scalped hair to the side, the bloody wig heading straight for one of the cages. The cage held a good-sized rottweiler and the scalp went perfectly between the bars of the cage. The dog caught it in its mouth and started chewing happily. Randy laughed loudly and placed his hand on the back of Nancy’s head as she whimpered, screamed and choked. With a sharp thrust, he smashed her head against the cement under her head.
He continued to fuck her in the ass, feeling something hot and sticky around the edges of his dick. He glanced down and saw blood. She was bleeding profusely; he’d torn something inside her. He laughed even louder now, his face becoming crueler. He slammed her head onto the floor again and again until the cement beneath looked like it was going to crack from the abuse. Her face was now undistinguishable as a human being and no one who knew her would ever be able to tell that this mangled mess of meat had been her.
With his hands full of her warm, sticky blood, and his dick deep inside her, surrounded by her warmth, he released himself into her and then withdrew.
He raised his head towards the ceiling and laughed like a madman. In his mind, he knew, just knew, that he’d lost all trace of his humanity. He knew that if he ever saw his brother again he would kill him. He knew that he wanted to kill every woman he came across. He knew that...that...well, he knew that he wanted to feed this bitch’s remains to her beloved animals. He refastened his pants and stood up, staring down at the mangled woman below him.
Then he detracted something rank in the air, and as he watched her, Nancy’s body began voiding its bowels and bladder. He would have laughed again if it wasn’t for the fact he found it so disgusting, the odor smelling worse than anything he’d ever smelled in his life, and that included the odor of a burning body.
With a sour look on his face, he turned back and walked over to the closest cage. He looked at the handle and noticed that there was no handle and no keyhole for a lock.
But it was a locking mechanism of some sort. He looked around and remembered the door to the back where she had come from upon finding him.
He went there now and saw a tan dog lying on a metal table in the middle of the room. It was the same dog he’d brought in before. He walked over to the dog and placed a hand on its side, stroking its fur. There was no doubt the animal was dead.
The bitch had put the dog to sleep, murdered it in cold blood.
Glancing back to the door where he knew Nancy’s body was lying dead on the other side, he nodded, now thinking she had gotten exactly what she deserved.
No, she deserved more. They all deserve more, he thought.
He sniffed back a tear for the dead animal and turned back around. To the right of the door was a strange metal square. On the square were several blinking lights with a switch beneath each light. The lights were red right now.
This must be the controls for the unlocking mechanisms for the cage doors. He looked around the room and saw what he needed; an exit. He walked to it and opened the door and was glad to see it went outside, to the side of the building.
Even more fortunate was the fact that a small window was in the door so he could stand outside and then look back in to watch as the dogs devour her. But he knew they wouldn’t start to eat a human body unless they had reason to.
They needed something to make the human meat appetizing, something to make them want to eat it like it was Grade A chuck. Then he saw the cans of dog food piled high on a shelf in the corner.
Perfect.
He went and dragged Nancy’s corpse into the room, positioning the corpse so he would have a good view from the back door, then he started grabbing the cans of dog food and opening them. When he had enough opened, twenty cans in all, h
e started to drop the chunks of processed meat onto the corpse. With his hand he mixed the meat around in the skin and creases of her flesh until she was covered. Then he propped open the door that led to the cages.
Preparing for the next step, knowing he needed to be quick on his feet, he went to the control panel and began flicking switches, turning the lights from red to green.
At the same time, every cage in the pound opened and every dog came bolting out towards the corpse, each one barking at the other. But Randy didn’t see this as he was dashing for the door leading to the outside, running through the doorway and slamming the door closed behind him.
Then he turned and peered through the small window on the door.
He watched in awe as the dogs began to tear through her body, the skin coming off in strands like pieces of paper ripped apart. A couple of dogs started fighting over a piece of flesh, but the bigger dog got the better of the other one and went back to its meal. The rottweiler he’d seen earlier gripped its jaws around the top of Nancy’s head and began chewing.
Her body had become nothing more than a chew toy for each dog. There were almost a hundred dogs trying to get at the body, the smell of the dog food driving them wild, each one fighting to get their share of the body.
Evidently Nancy hadn’t fed the dogs too well if they were this hungry.
He saw a few dogs he recognized and several others he didn’t. Rottweilers, poodles, Dobermans, golden retrievers, German shepherds, a few pit bulls, and several others all filled the room. Within minutes her body was almost completely gone.
Each one of her bones had found a place in the mouth of a dog. Blood and a few remaining pieces of intestine and internal organs were spread out in the middle of the room. Each dog’s muzzle was covered thickly with blood and small pieces of flesh that quickly got licked away.
The dogs were gorged and now were slowly calming down, all resting in the room as tongues licked muzzles to clean them of blood. Randy had seen enough so he left then. The door behind him was locked and the carnage locked away.
He always wondered what something like that would look like.
Now he knew. And now he knew what it was like to finally fuck someone in the ass, to take them like they were nothing but his plaything, to stare into their eyes as he slammed himself deep into the one place most would never want him to go.
As he walked back to his car, he remembered the sensation of being deep in Nancy’s ass, how her anus had wrapped around his dick in a loving embrace.
Oh, yes, he liked fucking women in the ass; it was a lot tighter than a pussy could ever be.
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Chapter 7
After the morning at the dog pound, the months seemed to fly by. Randy found himself enjoying himself every night and sometimes during the day. The cops hadn’t been able to find anything incriminating at the pound. When the skinny man arrived for work Monday morning, he was also attacked and killed by the dogs that were free of their cages.
Many of the animals escaped the pound to run around the town as strays, getting hit by cars or picked up by a family taking pity on the animal. Some of the others were picked up later by police and dog catchers.
The skinny man had tried to escape the pound when he was attacked, actually making it outside, but the animals now had a taste for human meat and he was quickly brought down at the front walk. A nearby car had seen the skinny man being attacked and called the police, who arrived at the scene less than ten minutes later.
By the time they arrived the man was dead. His throat had been ripped out by the escaping dogs. When the police walked inside the pound, they were forced to kill some of the other dogs that had tried to attack them.
They had to shoot about twelve dogs before the others took the hint and silently retreated back into their cages.
The police found pools of Nancy’s blood in the hallway and backroom, as well as pieces of her clothes, keys and glasses. But that was it. Nothing else whatsoever. Over the weekend, the dogs had devoured the rest.
So there was nothing to go on. The cops eventually decided it was just a freak accident, the dogs somehow getting out of their cages to attack Nancy with some kind of pack mentality.
This information had come on the news that Monday night and since then the pound had been taken over and security cameras installed. Imagine that, no cameras were even installed at the time, Randy mused. He could have simply waltzed into the pound, killed her and left at anytime. He could have done it all stark naked and no one ever would have known! All because the original owner had been too damn cheap to buy security cameras, believing that people would be too stupid and afraid to try anything because they automatically assumed there were cameras. After all, who the hell doesn’t have a security system installed in this day and age?
Well, obviously cheap pricks like the dog pound’s owner, Rick Ramesteiz.
Randy met Rick a few weeks later while boozing it up at the local bar. They had bullshitted about nothing that mattered until Rick’s date arrived an hour later. She was late. She wore a skanky outfit and her makeup was running. Even Randy decided he wouldn’t want to screw her with an elephant sized strap-on.
Rick left with the skank and Randy stayed at the bar, finishing his beer before he left. As he walked along the sidewalk back towards his house, he passed the local elementary school.
That was when he noticed the sign on the front of the building. The school itself looked more like a college, the architect trying to give it some class, not letting it look like another mass-produced building for city education. It was a large, brown, brick building with rows of windows plastered along its facade. At the front of the school, was a small flight of stairs with two metal railings on each side that led up towards two glass entrance doors.
In front of the building was a park area with a yellow slide and a swing set. A sandbox was next to that along with a tire swing and an area for smaller children made up of different colored plastic parts that led to another, smaller bright orange slide.
The sign on the front of the school with the large black letters were crisp and new, as if it had just been made.
School Begins August Fourteenth.
An idea formed in Randy’s mind as he stared at the sign, one where he would have lots of playthings for quite a while.
It was perfect. He could watch the children everyday to see what he liked and then pick out a new victim the next morning.
In the afternoon, he could grab himself one of them with promises of sweets and other surprises.
Kids are so easy to fool, after all.
The school opened on schedule on Monday, August 14th.
It was another dark and gloomy day.
A cold wind ran through the air as Randy stood at the fence, watching children being dropped off and walked along the sidewalk. He watched the children going up to the front of the building, the younger kids all being walked into the school by their parents. It wasn’t too long before Randy picked off his first catch of the day.
A little girl no older than eight strolled along the sidewalk towards the school. She hadn’t been dropped off like the others; she had been walking from an unknown nearby house.
The child had bright yellow hair and a purple backpack slung over her shoulders. She smiled joyfully as she skipped towards the school stairs. Randy watched her as if he was a hawk watching its prey.
She entered the school and Randy smiled.
He would have fun with her, he thought.
He went home to get ready for the afternoon, barely able to contain his excitement. He cleaned his house and carried the chains he’d recently purchased into the basement.
When he was in the basement, he fastened the chains to the far wall and put a large bright light up in front of it. His basement had become a place for torture, a dungeon made specifically for sexual torture and mutilation.
In the middle of the room was a metal table. On top of the table, neatly line
d up, was a set of knives. On the other side of the basement was his most prized possession, a huge furnace he had built just for burning body pieces. He figured if he was going to keep killing, he’d better make sure to get it right, and a big part of that was disposal of the corpses.
The smoke was filtered through a vent that led to the outside. For some reason that he didn’t give much thought to, he still had no neighbors to worry about. So with the smoke filtering through the vent, it would go unnoticed as it rose into the air over his house.
He now had his own personal crematorium just for victims that were foolish enough to follow him home.
Or he forcefully brought home.
He spent the rest of the day at Caruthers until it was two in the afternoon, drinking coffee and watching the clock closely. When the hand hit two, it was time to go. He walked casually back towards the school, reaching it with time to spare.
The children were just beginning to leave, many of them getting into cars with their parents.
As he walked across the road towards the fence at the front of the school, he was almost hit by a brown car. He looked into the interior of the car and saw an aggravated man staring him down. A little brunette girl sat in the backseat, moving her lips quickly. She must have been singing something. The man yelled at the girl and she stopped moving her lips. Randy stepped onto the sidewalk and out of the car’s way, the car tires screeching as it spun away from the school. Obviously the man wasn’t worried about speeding in a school zone, Randy figured.
Many of the children were gone now, the schoolyard clearing out fast, and he started to get worried that he would be unable to find the girl he’d seen that morning. Until he saw her running away from the school, headed towards the main sidewalk. He walked quickly towards her, then turned and followed her down the road, having to almost jog to keep pace with her.
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