"The Good Murders"

Part 1: The Whores

Starring Keely and Roxxy

Directed by JohnM


Note: Upscaled 1280X960 60FPS MP4



The Plan

Chris and Steve sit again in the same loud bar they have for years. Both drinking rum and coke, both buzzed and on this night and like so many others, both very bitter. Chris, lacking certain social skills with woman, date raping so many in the past and recently resorting to hookers to get off, now was was venting. He was venting to Steve about the last whore who ripped him off...$400 bucks. What she did or did not do did not matter, but for him, the must pay. Steve's hatred for women came from a deeper, darker place. He was quiet about it and indeed was a quiet, shy guy. But this night, something in Chris's tone made him consider--consider things he had only dreamt about so many times. Murder. It was floating out there in the bar....they both saw the words but could they commit.



Days later, driving through a parking lot something had changed. These two men had some sort of plan and they were going to carry it out. The last pep talk by Chris, and now Steve was ready. They were going to do this. Turning the corner, they saw two hookers. They just needed one, but this was an opportunity Chris wanted to take. Steve let Chris out to "do his part", and pulled up beside the ladies. He was shy--it was not an act. He almost could not say the words he needed to, but he had to. They asked him what he wanted and he fumbled for what he wanted to say. They thought he was cute and helped him out by listing their services--certainly he was not an undercover. Chris hustled around the corner, fake badge in hand. Chris was good at acting--so many women he fooled into believing that he was the nice guy. No so. Chris told the other girl to get lost--he wanted her to walk away and not look back and hopefully not care what happened to the other girl. And the other girl was defiant, pushing blame, whining, but he expected that as he shoved her into the van. They drove off.



The First Whore

At the house, they brought the young whore in, up the stairs and sat her down in the area they had set up for interrogation in their mock police undercover charade. She was street smart and knew something was up. She asked all the questions Chris anticipated. Steve was nervous, but left the room to get the supplies. He interviewed her, just out of curiosity. Maybe he would get to know her as a person and feel bad about killing her and change his mind. That did not happen. As she explained her sad past, he looked at her and could only think of seeing her clothes off and saw himself raping her--"she shoulda stayed home with mommy and daddy, the fucking cunt!" He thought.



She asked for water, he left to get her some and she managed to get free. She found some mail on the counter, knew they were lying, but was grabbed and back in the chair. She wanted to see his badge again. About this time, Steve came back in, duct tape, rope, and a cloth in hand. She freaked out and they were on her, wrestling her hard to the floor, trying to keep her still, trying to get the tape and rope going. It was tough--they had never done this before. It was a learning experience.



In the bedroom, her hands were cuffed behind her, her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth gagged, her face hidden. Her body looked so innocent and fragile. The men looked like kids in a candy store except they did not know what they wanted, they just looked at her. Chris suggested they strip her, but now they had to remove her cuffs. Threats were made for her to behave, the cuffs were removed, she was stripped and the cuffs were re-applied. Now it was time to fuck her. Chris would go first, while Steve waited outside. When Steve was done, he came out, ego intact, yet another rape to add to his quota. Steve, unsure, went into the room. Chris doubted anything would happen, Steve was a strange one. He waited.



When Steve emerged it was time. They were a little unsure, but more or less knew what they had to do. Chris knew where he wanted to do it and laid a blanket out in the game room. They both brought her in. Her blindfold had fallen off, but she was still gagged and cuffed. She was shaken, disoriented. She had been raped before, by many men. She expected they would put her back in the car and leave her off somewhere. She would report it to the police, they would do nothing, business as usual. They set her down on the blanket and Chris asked Steve if he had the cord. She knew this was different at that moment. From the feeling of hurt, betrayal, sadness, and self-pity, now became fear--absolute fear that she was about to die and every single muscle in her body responded to this threat. She almost got free...instantly she was a squirming squealing insect. Her body shivered and withered...Steve was desperately trying to get the cord around her neck, but she kept trying to avoid it and them and any sort of touch at all. Finally, Chris got her legs and clamped down on them, but her torso kept bucking and twisting, then the cloth came out of her mouth and the yelling began. Chris cringed, wondering if the neighbor would hear. He encouraged Steve to hurry and he was doing his best. Finally, finally, he got the garrote around, but there was yet to be pressure. This was hard, harder than it looked in the movies. He kept pulling back and she kept going with him--it would not get tight. She was still able to breath. Then, she went forward and he backward and the airflow stopped. The sound was shocking to Chris--he had never heard it. Neither had Steve and to him it was beautiful, the gagging coming out of the little fucking bitch was music to his deranged ears.



She bucked and spasmed. Chris held her legs, Steve kept the garrote tight around her neck. Her face was almost against the carpet, her tongue and globs of drool hitting the dirty, filthy carpet. She spasmed some more, lashed out her tongue, eyes wide with fear. This went on for several minutes and she finally slowed down. When she stopped, Steve let go. Chris let go. It was done. They were exhausted. In the struggle she had moved off the blanket. Now, they picked her up and laid her back on it. They talked about disposal. She woke up. She was just unconscious. Shit. Chris told Steve to do better, to be sure this time. Steve got the garrote around her neck again. Luckily she was weakened, not as crazy. He was able to put his sandal on the rope, pinching one end to the ground. Now, he could take the other end with both hands and pull like a motherfucker. She struggled for a while, then finally slowed down, but this time she lay for the longest time, barely aware, eyes open and tongue out. She looked at Steve and Steve looked at her. She faded and was gone. Her death stare was increasable. While Chris went to prepare he sat and stared at her, looking closely at her wound on her neck. Looking closely at all of her, like she was a specimen he found. She was his first--the was their first.



Another Whore

But, she would not be their last. Earlier they had learned that the other girl was a close friend and were now determined to eliminate her as a witness. They found her in the same spot. After getting her in the car, she turned and saw her friend, dead in the back. She freaked out and Steve punched her hard, knocking her out.



When they got to the house, they carried her unconscious form to the bedroom. This time it was streamlined. They had done this before, not 2 hours earlier. They stripped her off, but when Chris stuck his fingers in her pussy, she woke up and was raging to leave. Stave ran out of the room to get the cord, while Chris punched her several timed to calm her down. They got the cord around her and Steve tried a two-handed strangle again. This time he was determined to make it work. She struggled and spasmed. Chris tried to help, but Steve just got more and more intense and made him watch, but not touch. He was--different then the person he knew from the bar. He had changed after that first kill. Steve worked on her for a while...her body not ready to give up. Here eyes were wide, tongue out, drool and sweat all over her.



When it was over, her last glint of life was a single tear streaming out of her eye. Chris noticed a single tear coming out of Steve's eye at the same time. There was no explaining this transition. Steve was a killer, and Chris knew after this day, he would be too. Together, they would find the cunts and kill them. And, not just whores. All kinds of women, strippers to church girls. In fact, he remembered a cute college student he saw the other day in the park. Maybe he would have Steve watch her for a few days, see what her pattern was. Maybe they could get themselves a cute little coed next...



Contains: Violence, Torment, Nudity, Sexual Content, Garrote Stranglingx2, Knock Out, Unconscious, Fingering, Fondling, Torment, Interrogation, Duct Tape, Cuffs, Misogynistic Dialog, Stalking, Kidnapping, Bound and Gagged, Body Disposal, Body Views, Foot Views.



Note: Actresses are over 18 at the time of filming and the word "teen", "teenage", "young girl" is only meant to imply legal age characters regardless of audience interpretation.


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Upscaled 1280X960 60FPS MP4 Format