Uniform Stealing Board

( Excerpt from “Danger Man- When in Rome…” Chapter 1 )

Reaching inside the brassiere to ensure that nothing was hidden inside it Jane moved her hand from one cup to the next, carefully feeling around for anything that didn't belong but all she found was a pair of shapely and soft breasts that certainly belonged.
Moving on Jane pulled the top back down for the sake of professional courtesy and after reaching inside the pockets on her jacket and jeans and coming up empty save for a set of car keys and a cell phone Jane ran her hands across Sara's thighs and down between her legs where it lingered a touch longer than she had intended, feeling carefully around for anything out of the ordinary.
Finding nothing concealed next to Sara's womanhood Jane rolled the lifeless body over onto its stomach, letting her limp arms stretch out at the sides and her face get buried in the grass with the drool spilling from her mouth dribbling into the ground.
Running her hands across Sara's firm buttocks Jane slipped her hands down the back pockets of the jeans and felt around, squeezing her butt cheeks one at a time only to come up empty once more.
Remembering the knife Sara had produced from inside her boot Jane turned her attention to the booted legs lying spread in the grass and as she traced her fingertips over them the faint tingle that had first brought out the voice in her head returned... that time on its own mercifully.

Feeling gripped by an unexplainable longing for the boots from somewhere deep down inside she unzipped them and one by one she slowly peeled them down Sara's legs and over her toes, plucking them from her feet and letting them drop back down onto the ground and lie there bare and unprotected with their toes twitching faintly now and then.
Putting the boots down Jane got to her feet and grabbing Sara by the shoulders she hoisted her limp body up into her arms and dragged it out of sight with the bare feet trailing on the ground, running through the dirt and grass while the head slumped forward on the broken neck, bobbing around limply and the arms waggled aimlessly at her sides.

Setting Sara's body down in the cover of some trees a few yards away from the cabin Jane took a moment to lay her down gently and fold her arms at her sides and push her legs together so that her bare feet were together with their toes pointed skywards.
Reaching down Jane brushed her hand over Sara's blankly staring eyes, closing them and with one last look at the pale yet peaceful face she turned and walked away.
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( excerpt from “ Danger Man- When in Rome…” Chapter 4 )


Realizing she wouldn't have much time before Kristin became impatient, Jasmine began running her hands up and down the body, searching every pocket and feeling around for any concealed items beneath her clothes.
Lifting the blood-soaked shirt up over Chloe's breasts Jasmine took a moment to admire how stunning they looked tucked away inside her purple brassiere before slipping her hand down its cups and feeling around for anything that didn't belong.
Gasping faintly Jasmine felt her panties overflow with feminine juices as she stroked and caressed Chloe's breasts, imagining herself as the one lying dead with a bullet buried in her body while being handled so indelicatly.

Running her hands down between Chloe's legs she caressed her jeans with her fingers on the journey towards the black leather boots drawn over the dead girls feet, undoing their laces and sliding them from her toes.
Discovering the boots to be empty Jasmine let them drop down besides Chloe's bare feet lying sprawled on the floor and with a lingering gaze upon her body she rose to her feet and relucantly stepped over it on her way out... the desire not to risk Kristin's anger by keeping her waiting any longer outweighting her longing to examine the beautiful body with more detail.
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(excerpt from “ Danger Man- When in Rome…” Chapter 5 )


"Enough of your damn whining about those shoes of yours. They're not even that cute."
Sonja grumbled wearily.

"How dare you? This coming from a woman who lets herself be seen in public in a pair of knock off Prada boots?"
Tia snapped back with a derisive glance at Sonja's black suede boots.

"Knock off? Did you hit your head and break something valuable? These boots are 100% authentic... believe me I paid top money you half blinded bimbo."
Sonja snarled with outrage.

"Overpaid is more like it."
Tia shrugged.

"Ladies, please. If you would table this discussion for the time being, I'd be most appreciative. As you can see there's still work to be done so hop to it. You can argue about the quality of one another's footwear to your hearts content once we're done."
Vivian announced, intervening just as it appeared that Sonja might escalate matters by putting the fist she'd just clenched to good use.

"This isn't over."
Sonja sneered at Tia as she turned away with a huff and marched towards the bodies.

"This isn't over."
Tia said under her breath with a frown as she mimicked Sonja's accent.

"Oh god."
Vivian sighed to herself with a roll of her eyes.

"Hey those are nice. Its so refreshing to see that some people still have the integrity to not wear knock offs."
Tia said as she approached Muriam's body where it lay wide-eyed and lifeless, grinning as she took notice of her exquisite black leather boots.

"Keep pushing bitch... see what happens."
Sonja growled, her eyes narrowing in contempt.

Smiling to herself Tia wasted no time in pulling the jeans up Muriam's legs and undoing the zipper running down the sides of the boots, slowly peeling them down the delicate feet with great care and ceremony as her fingers softly caressed the fine leather.
Muriam's eyes watched with the vacant indifference of death as her prized boots were so rudely hoisted down her legs until they came loose from her bare which dropped limply onto the floor and fell away from one another, their shapely toes pointing to opposite ends of the room.

"Yes these will do just nicely."
Tia smiled to herself as she caressed the boots she'd just wrenched from Muriam's cold, dead feet.

"Are you quite done yet? We do have plenty of work yet to do so if you do not mind?"
Vivian said impatiently.

"Yeah sorry. But you can't expect a girl to resist such temptation when its right under her nose."
Tia apologised with a girlish smile.

"Well dawdle any further and I'll give into the temptation of putting a bullet in you... understood?"
Vivian said firmly.

"Yes ma'am."
Tia nodded as she slipped the stolen boots under her arm.

Reaching down she grabbed hold of Muriam's shoulders and hoisted her up off the floor with her head slumping forward onto her still and bloody chest as her mane of long flowing brown hair fell across her face, shrouding it.
Muriam's head waggled faintly from side to side and her bare feet dragged along the carpet as Tia hauled her lifeless body out of the room with Sonja following behind with Grace's corpse in her arms, its stocking-clad feet trailing along the carpet in much the same fashion.

Once they had reached the driveway where their van stood parked Tia laid Muriam's body down onto the pavement and grabbing hold of Grace's cold feet she helped Sonja hoist her body up into the back of the corpse-laden van, dropping her right ontop of Chloe's bloody body that lay spread out across the bodies of the guards.
Going back for Muriam they hauled her body up off the pavement and towards the van, swinging it inside on the count of three and letting it spread across Grace's body with her arms folded over it and her face lying pressed against her soft breasts.

"I knew that one day all that time playing Tetris would pay off."
Sonja said with a smirk as she slammed the van shut.

"What's Tetris?"
Tia asked as she admired her new boots.

"Wh...wha... yo...oh, you are just the worst."
Sonja muttered with a shake of her head as she turned away from her.

"What?"
Tia asked, wondering what it was she had said that set Sonja off.

"Saddle up ladies, we're not done yet."
Vivian announced as she came marching down the front steps of the house, gesturing them to hurry on up.

"Just follow me."
She added as she moved to the drivers side of her brand new Audi.

"Can I ride with you?"
Tia asked hopefully, frowing with disapproval at the beat up old van she deemed beneath her.

"With blood on your shoes? I think not."
Vivian said with a smirk as she got inside the Audi and smalled the door behind her.
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( excerpt from “ Danger Man- When in Rome… “ – chapter 8 )
"Come on, we better get out of here, the police are gonna be all over this place in a little while."
Phil suggested.

"Hang on a minute, I gotta get what's mine."
Carla declared as she moved towards Kristin's body where it lay in a pool of her blood and urine and knelt beside it.

Running her fingertips across Kristin's thigh she reached for the switchblade still buried deep in the dead agents leg and grabbing onto it she yanked it free with a squirt of blood.

"Can't leave a quality weapon such as this behind for this bitch to keep."
She said dryly as she wiped the blood off the blade on Kristin's white shirt.

Carla was about to get to her feet when she noticed the exquisite craftsmanship of Kristin's brown leather boots and she found herself once again delayed much to Phil's chagrin.

"Now what are you doing?"
He asked impatiently as he looked over his shoulder, half expecting a squad of police officers to decend down upon them at any moment.

"These bitches shot up my Ferrari, I feel like I´m owed a little compensation."
Carla stated as she lifted Kristin's booted legs up off the ground.

Running down the zippers of Kristin's boots Carla slipped them off her legs, letting her bare feet slide out of the boots one after the other and fall limp onto the ground with their shapely toes pointing to the sky.

"Feel better now?"
Phil asked as Carla got to her feet with the boots in hand.

"Somewhat. I´m just glad I got them off before they got stained with her piss."
Carla smirked as she caressed the fine leather of her new boots.

"Well since we're hanging around we might as well move her out fo the way, maybe buy us some time. Any ideas?"
Phil concluded.

"Yeah, you could say that."
Carla said with a grin after a moments thought, gesturing towards the dumpster Kristin had used to bait her.

"What the hell."
Phil shrugged.

Moving around the body he reached down and grabbed hold of Kristin, hooking his arms under her shoulders while Carla took her bare feet in her hands, grasping them firmly.
Together they hoisted the body up off the bloody ground leaving her arms to dangle limply down the sides and sway back and forth in the air as they carried her towards the dumpster that was to be her final resting place.
Drops of blood spilling from the entrance wound in Kristin's forehead dribbled down onto her breasts, soiling her crisp, clean white blouse as her head fell forward and hovered over her still chest.

"Okay 1... 2... and 3."
Phil counted as together he and Carla swung the limp corpse over the side of the dumpster, leaving only her bare feet sticking out over the edge.

"Come on, we really got to get a move on."
Phil said once Carla has shoved Kristin's feet inside the dumpster and slammed the lid closed.

"I'll give you this much Phil... you sure as hell aren't boring company."
Carla said with a laugh as they set off running out of the alley, Kristin's boots dangling from Carla's grasp.

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She turns around and looks at Julie’s limp body on the floor and closes her eyes as before opening them and grabbing her again. She pulls her inside the bathroom and now she has to do the hard part. She drags her body across the cold and now wet tile, Amanda gets behind her and grabs her panties and begins sliding them down her body, slowly they come off her beautiful butt as Amanda gazes on it, so wonderful. Amanda reaches down with one hand and gently brushes it with her knuckles and feels the warmth of her body before continuing to pull the panties down.

She pulls them one by one down each leg, one inch at a time. Amanda looks at Julie’s perfect thighs and legs and her waist as she pulls the white lace panties down. Looking at her own black lace panties and now seeing these white lace panties. Amanda realized good guys and bad guys were color codded after all.

Finally the panties slid down to her feet. Amanda lifted one foot and pulled them off, feeling Julie’s bare foot and kissing her ankle as she did so. She gently let the foot and leg to the floor before moving to the next one and doing the same, kissing her leg as she did so while she watched a tear drip onto her leg.

With the panties off Amanda grabbed Julie by her shoulders and hoisted her up and flipped her on her back. Amanda looked down at her uncovered womanhood and stared down at it while her hand just seemed to move towards it and brush against it. It was warm… and wet. She lifted her hand up as she realized she had managed to please Julie tonight. She tried smiling at that small consolation.

She went back to work grabbed the nighty hike dup by her breasts and pulled it up. She grabbed Julie’s arms and worked the nighty up them. She gently lifted Julie’s head and let the nighty pass over her head, it pulled her brown hair with it and as it passed over her face Amanda found herself staring down into Julie’s blue eyes. Amanda looked up as she saw the nighty pass over Julie’s hands and finally come off her body. Now Julie remained in just a small white lace bra.

Yeah, I´m just glad you're as good a shot as you used to be."
Carla nodded as he pulled her to her feet and tucked the Glock down the back of his pants.

"Well, I bet she feels differently."
Phil remarked as he looked down at Kristin's body lying before them with her lifeless eyes staring upwards in a blank stare.

"I think its a safe bet she's not feeling anything, not anymore."
Carla shrugged as she retrived her Glock from the ground and tucked it away.

"Come on, we better get out of here, the police are gonna be all over this place in a little while."
Phil suggested.

"Hang on a minute, I gotta get what's mine."
Carla declared as she moved towards Kristin's body where it lay in a pool of her blood and urine and knelt beside it.

Running her fingertips across Kristin's thigh she reached for the switchblade still buried deep in the dead agents leg and grabbing onto it she yanked it free with a squirt of blood.

"Can't leave a quality weapon such as this behind for this bitch to keep."
She said dryly as she wiped the blood off the blade on Kristin's white shirt.

Carla was about to get to her feet when she noticed the exquisite craftsmanship of Kristin's brown leather boots and she found herself once again delayed much to Phil's chagrin.

"Now what are you doing?"
He asked impatiently as he looked over his shoulder, half expecting a squad of police officers to decend down upon them at any moment.

"These bitches shot up my Ferrari, I feel like I´m owed a little compensation."
Carla stated as she lifted Kristin's booted legs up off the ground.

Running down the zippers of Kristin's boots Carla slipped them off her legs, letting her bare feet slide out of the boots one after the other and fall limp onto the ground with their shapely toes pointing to the sky.

"Feel better now?"
Phil asked as Carla got to her feet with the boots in hand.

"Somewhat. I´m just glad I got them off before they got stained with her piss."
Carla smirked as she caressed the fine leather of her new boots.

"Well since we're hanging around we might as well move her out fo the way, maybe buy us some time. Any ideas?"
Phil concluded.

"Yeah, you could say that."
Carla said with a grin after a moments thought, gesturing towards the dumpster Kristin had used to bait her.

"What the hell."
Phil shrugged.

Moving around the body he reached down and grabbed hold of Kristin, hooking his arms under her shoulders while Carla took her bare feet in her hands, grasping them firmly.
Together they hoisted the body up off the bloody ground leaving her arms to dangle limply down the sides and sway back and forth in the air as they carried her towards the dumpster that was to be her final resting place.
Drops of blood spilling from the entrance wound in Kristin's forehead dribbled down onto her breasts, soiling her crisp, clean white blouse as her head fell forward and hovered over her still chest.

"Okay 1... 2... and 3."
Phil counted as together he and Carla swung the limp corpse over the side of the dumpster, leaving only her bare feet sticking out over the edge.

"Come on, we really got to get a move on."
Phil said once Carla has shoved Kristin's feet inside the dumpster and slammed the lid closed.

"I'll give you this much Phil... you sure as hell aren't boring company."
Carla said with a laugh as they set off running out of the alley, Kristin's boots dangling from Carla's grasp.


Revealing herself as a woman of actions over words the redhead's arms shot out with lightning swiftness and before Valerie could utter another word or even cry out for help she had clapped one of her gloved hands over Valerie's mouth and yanked her backwards into her arms.
Stiffling Valerie's shrieks with one hand as she held her close while she struggled wildly in her arms, the redhead shoved the needle of a syringe into the side of her neck, injecting her with a clear blue liquid.
The clear blue liquid burned like fire leaving Valerie to thrash uncontrolably in the redhead's arms with her arms and legs flailing in all directions as it coursed through her veins.
Her eyes shot wide open with terror and pain and a thick layer of white foam surfed ontop of the mouthful of saliva that poured from her gaping lips and spilled down the side of her soft cheeks and down onto her breasts as they bounced around frantically inside her tight top.

Feeling her airway seal off at the same time as violent tremors rushed through her body numbing it, the young partygirl twisted and jerked in her attackers arms with an unprecedented frenzy.
Her arms hit back at the redhead and her fingernails clawed at the leather sleeve of the arm coiled around her, holding her in place as the heels of her ankle boots scraped along the carpet and her firm, leather-clad buttocks rode into the redhead's crotch.

Sensing that Valerie's struggles would soon be over the redhead reached out with her other arm and wrapped it tightly around her chest, holding her securly up against herself as the final shivers passed through her writhing body.
Within seconds the redhead's predictions proved accurate and with a faint, saliva-filled gurgle Valerie sank back limply in her arms with her hands falling to the sides and swinging aimlessly as her ankle boots fell still on the floor and lay spread across the carpet with their pointy toes facing upwards.
Falling to its side Valerie's head slumped onto her shoulder with the foamy saliva pouring from her gaping lips onto her top as her eyes stared lifelessly at the bed she had longed for but never reached.
She was dead.

Valerie's body propped up in her arms the redhead placed two fingers against the side of her neck and finding only stillness where before there had been a vibrant pulse she concluded that the deed had indeed been done.
Hooking her arms under Valerie's shoulders she put her hands over her breasts and pulled the dead body towards the bed, leaving her limp arms to swing at the sides and the heels of her ankle boots to drag along the carpet.
Reaching the bed she swung the body around and let Valerie drop down ontop of it, watching her bounce up off the sheets before settling awkwardly with her face buried in the sheets, her arms spread out around her and her leather-clad buttocks riding up into the air.

Grabbing hold of the ankle boots hanging off the edge of the bed the redhead unzipped them and plucked them one by one from Valerie's dainty, bare feet leaving her toes twitching unrestricted as she tossed the boots to the floor without care.
Sliding her hands hands up Valerie's legs she felt the smooth leather of her pants caressing against her latex covered fingertips and slipping her hands under the dead girl to reach the button of the pants the redhead was about to undo them when the buzzing of her phone from within her leather jacket changed her mind.
Sighing at the interruption she tapped her finger against the bluetooth headset tucked away in her ear to answer the call before she turned her attention back to the body laid out before her.

"Little busy at the moment here so this better be important."
Jessika said matter of factly as she undid Valerie's pants and yanked them down her hips.

"Anyone I'd know?"
Kat Mills's voice replied on the other end of the bluetooth.

"Doubtful, just some silly little bird that thought that blackmailing the senator she was screwing with classified information was a bright idea."
Jessika shrugged as she pulled the leather pants down Valerie's shapely, round buttocks leaving them pointed up to the sky with nothing but her tiny pink lace panties for cover.

"Oh I do miss those assignments sometimes. Those were the days."
Kat smiled.

"Well you didn't call just to reminisce so what's up?"
Jessika said as she finished hoisting the tight leather pants down Valerie's limp legs and off her twitching feet.

"Same old Jess, always to the point... I do like that about you. How fast can you get yourself to Rome?"
Kat said with amusment.

"I suppose I could catch a late flight and be there in the morning... if I see the value in it of course."
Jessika replied matter of factly after a moments thought.

"Oh you'll see the value, of that I´m certain. Get yourself over there and get settled somewhere. I'll contact you again sometime in the afternoon to arrange a sitdown. Oh and Jess..."
Kat explained.

"Yes?"
Jessika acknowledged curiously.

"Bring your gear, you're gonna need it."
Kat announced.

"Bank on it."
Jessika said with a smile before the line went dead on the other end.

"Well, well, well... this day sure has taken an interesting turn."
She said to herself as she glanced down at Valerie's body where it lay sprawled facedown in the bed with a puddle of drool growing out around her face in the ruffled sheets.



Reaching inside her pocket Jessika pulled out a small vial filled with cocaine and twisting off the cap she sprinkled some of it onto Valerie's upper lip and nostrils and smearing it around.
Leaving the vial lying on its side with some of the cocaine spilling out of it on the dresser Jessika took one last look at the dead body and then she turned and left the way she had come.

As she got in behind the wheel of her sports car that stood parked across the street from Valerie's building Jessika's mind was on the phone call she'd just shared with Kat and the prospects it came with.
After such a long time in the business she found that very few things still had the capacity to surprise her or tickle her curiosity but Kat's mysterious job offer had done just that.
Smiling to herself at the pleasure of the unknown she switched on the engine and charged off to the street... she had a plane to catch.







Withdrawing her hand from the panties once she'd felt around all she needed, Jessika wiped her fingers clean on Carla's thighs before turning towards her boots that lay crossed with one another.
Lifting Carla's boots up into her lap Jessika let her fingers run across the crisp leather, savoring the moment before she set about unzipping them one at a time and easing them down her legs.
Carla's shapely bare feet felt both warm and soft to the touch as they slide out of the boots one by one and ran through Jessika's hand before they slipped from her grasp and landed back in Jessika's lap.

"Let me see those."
Kat requested as she got up from her seat and marched across the floor towards where Jessika knelt with Carla's feet in her lap.

"They're clean."
Jessika said indifferently as she handed the boots to Kat, having already inspected the with great attention.

"That's not what I meant. These belonged to Kristen, remember her body was found barefoot. Now I know what became of them."
Kat announced as she examined the boots, convincing herself she was correct.

"Well... they're yours now."
Jessika shrugged as she let her fingers run up and down Carla's bare feet, gently caressing and fondling her smooth soles and dainty toes.

"Yes they certainly are."
Kat nodded with a smirk.

( from Harper's Scream episode 7" by Fleming)

"Oh my pretty little papillon."
Karen said with a smile as she ran her fingers up the inside of Dany's bare thigh, gently caressing her crotch through the jean shorts.

With a playful smile she unbuttoned the shorts and slide her hand down the front of them, easing her fingers inside Dany's leopard spotted panties. Running her fingertips across Dany's well trimmed bush she slipped the fingers inside the warm pussy, shoving them deep inside as she leaned in against the body and laid a row of kisses down Dany's neck and the non-bloodied part of her chest. The body wobbled on the hook, the breasts bouncing and the head rocking back and forth as Karen forced her hand harder and harder up between Dany's legs until a gush of cum splashed across her hand. Laughing Karen withdrew her hand from Dany's pussy, wiping it clean on the side of her top, thinking to herself she was so good she could even satisfy a corpse. Leaving the jeans undone and pulled down enough to show off Dany's panties and drenched pussy, Karen reached down and plucked the ankle boots from Dany's bare feet one at a time, letting the shapely feet run through her hands as she did before dropping them onto the ground. Realizing the boots were too big for her Karen shrugged and dropped them back down by Dany's feet, deciding she could keep them after all.

(from Harper's Scream episode 6 by Fleming)




Each of Ms Parks's senses was on full alert as she cautiously made her way towards Ellie's room, her expensive black leather boots squeaking on the floor. Reaching the door and noticing that it was slightly open she slide her gloved hand inside her jacket reassuringly grasping the grip of her Walther P99 and slowly sliding it free from the custom made leather shoulder holster. Thumbing back the safety catch as a precaution she nudged the door open with the toe of her boot and peering inside the room which was bathed in shadow with only the faint slivers of light streaming through the crack under the bathroom door keeping it from being plunged into total darkness. At first glance the room appeared to be empty but the light coming in from under the bathroom door convinced her otherwise. Slipping inside the room Ms Parks eased the door back, silently closing it as she kept the Walther aimed at the bathroom door in case it were to suddenly open.

Knowing that her boots would make too much noise on the floor and with silence being of paramount importance when it came to the element of surprise she bent down and unzipped them, sliding them down her tight black pants and off of her stocking-sock clad feet. Flexing her dainty toes inside the dark nylons she set the boots down on the floor and slipping out of her leather jacket she folded it across the armrest of a nearby chair. Reaching inside the left jacket pocket she pulled out a long, thin silencer and quickly and efficiently threaded it onto the barrel of the Walther, twisting it sharply to make sure it was secure. She hated the thought of what she was about to do but she told herself she had to... Jessika might not be prepared to admit it but Ellie was a menace and as long as she lived Jessika would never truly be safe and she loved her too much to risk it. She only hoped Jessika, in time, would come to realize it and understand why she had to do it.

"Forgive me, my love."
She whispered to herself she drew a deep breath, preparing herself for she was about to do.

With the silenced Walther raised out in front of her Ms Parks moved towards the bathroom door, her stocking feet making no sound on the floor as she tip-toed across it. Her heartbeat grew quicker and doubt plagued her at every step as she got closer to the door... she had killed before but never in cold blood and she questioned whether or not she'd be able to pull the trigger as she looked into Ellie's frightened eyes. Shaking her head clear she resolved to power on and to not let the doubts rule her, deciding not to hesitate and just get the ugly thing over with as swiftly as possible. Her mind fully made up she tightened the grip of her leather clad fingers around the gun and taking hold of the doorknob she drew a deep breath and pushed down on it.

Barging through the door Ms Parks raised the silenced gun expecting to find Ellie in there but as she looked around quickly, turning the gun every which way, she discovered that Ellie wasn't in there at all much to her surprise. Noticing that the shower curtain was pulled shut she raised the gun and fired two shots through it, expecting to hear a soft groan of painful surprise followed by the sound of a body dropping. When she didn't she reached out and drew back the curtain, discovering the only thing she'd hit were the tiles on the wall. Cursing herself Ms Parks was too busy trying to make sense of it to notice the woman in the black mask slipping into the bathroom behind her.

"Looks like we both just missed young ms Janssen."
The woman in the black mask declared.

Spinning on her stocking feet with lightning swiftness Ms Parks brought the gun up at the masked woman but she was prepared for it, grabbing hold of her arm and re-directing the shot into the bathroom mirror, shattering it loudly. Ms Parks growled aggressively with their eyes glaring into one another as they struggled over control of the gun, causing a few more shots to go off, leaving a series of holes in the ceiling and walls. Moving on the offensive Ms Parks rammed her knee into the masked woman's side, forcing grunt from her but despite the pain the masked woman remained undeterred. Twisting Ms Parks arm she slamming her hand down against the edge of the sink again and again as Ms parks cried out in pain until she was forced to let go of the gun and send it clattering to the floor. Hissing with rage Ms Parks threw herself into the woman and shoved her backwards, slamming her back hard into the wall but in doing so she left herself exposed, allowing the woman to drive her knee up between her legs. Gasping and groaning painfully Ms Parks doubled over and stumbled back clutching her throbbing womanhood with both hands as a blinding pain surged through her.

Seeing her window of opportunity the woman rushed forward, grabbed hold of Ms Parks and pulled her down, slamming her throat so hard into the edge of the sink that her windpipe was snapped with a loud wet crunch. A strangled gasp slipped through Ms Parks's lips along with a mouthful of thick, frothy dribble of saliva which spilled down her cheek as her eyes bulged desperately in their sockets. Clutching her throat and gagging painfully she thrashed in the killer's arms, writhing and jerking as she held her tightly and gently lowered her to floor, moving down with her. Ms Parks's panicked eyes welled with tears of pain as she choked and gagged on the frothy saliva filling her mouth, her body flailing on the floor with her tight buttocks riding hard against the killer. Her stocking-socked feet kicked and flopped across the slippery floor, their toes wriggling and clenching wildly inside the thin nylons.

"Shhhhh.... if you struggle you'll only make it worse."
The killer whispered softly as she pulled the writhing body close to her, feeling every twitch and spasm that passed through it.

With one arm around Ms Parks to hold her dying body close, the killer let the other roam across her spectacular body, caressing and squeezing her large breasts through the tight, black top as they heaved furiously inside it. Streams of froth and drool spilled down from her mouth and smeared across her cheeks as her tongue thrust out of her mouth and stretched out into the air. The stocking feet twitched on the floor, rubbing together while she slowly and agonizingly suffocated. Moving her hand down between Ms Parks's legs the killer fondly brushed and stroked her womanhood through the tight pants, feeling it ride and rub against her palm. Keeping her hand between Ms Parks's legs the killer watched her stocking feet kicking on the floor, their toes stretching out inside the dark nylons before little by little the wiggling of the feet slowed and her toes relaxed. A few spasms rode through the feet as they jerked and brushed together on the floor until suddenly they just stopped moving and fell away from one another, their toes pointing upwards.

A final tremor or two passed through Ms Parks's curvaceous tall body and then like the feet it stopped moving, slumping limp in the killer's arms. Falling away from her throat the gloved hands slide down the soft swell of her breasts, hitting the floor with faint thuds. Turning her head the killer looked down at Ms Parks's pale face, the bloated tongue hanging down the side of her drool-lathered cheek as the eyes stared up in a lifeless glaze. With a smile she ran her hand down Ms Parks's face, moving a lock of her jet black hair from her eyes and tracing her fingers across her moist lips. Rolling the limp corpse from her arms the killer let Ms Parks spread facedown across the floor with the soles of her feet facing up, her cheek and breasts thrust into the ground and the tight buttocks riding in the air. Getting to her feet the killer took a moment to admire the shape of Ms Parks's buttocks before reaching down and slipping her hands underneath the body, grabbing firmly onto the large, firm breasts.

Ms Parks's head hung forward with her long black hair covering her dead, pale face as the killer hoisted her corpse up by the breasts, her arms dangling in the air as she hauled her from the bathroom, the stocking feet dragging along the floor as she did. Ms Parks's body bounced up off the bed and her arms spread limply around her as the killer let her body fall ontop of it, her head rocking back and forth from the impact. Moving around the other side of the bed the killer took hold of her wrists and dragged her body further up onto the bed, pulling her twitching feet up off the floor and leaving them balancing on the edge. Taking the feet in hand the killer eased them up off the bed, gently fondling them and caressing the soft, warm skin and dainty toes through the thin nylon as she tried to work out if Ms Parks's boots would fit her. She'd admired them since she first laid eyes on them and only regretted that Ms Parks had deprived her of the pleasure of peeling them from her beautiful dead feet personally.

Oh well she thought, letting the feet drop back down to the bed and fold over one another as their toes twitched ever so faintly, there would be other opportunities for that... there was one in particular she had her eyes on. Putting the matter to the back of her mind she leaned over Ms Parks's body on the bed and slipped her top off, pulling it over her head causing it to roll over as her delicious large breasts bounced from side to side inside her black lace bra. Running her hands across the still bosom the killer reached inside the bra, pulling out Ms Parks's luscious breasts and leaving them sticking out of it with their hardened nipples pointing out into the air. With one last look at the sprawled body on the bed she ran her hand down one of the limp legs stretched across the bed and over the stocking foot, giving the toes one last wiggle before turning away.


(from Harper's Scream episode 5 by Fleming)


Hanging onto the wire for a little while after Fawn's body finally gave up its struggles, the killer... her face and neck drenched with sweat and her hands and arms aching terribly from the effort... stretched the wire out and tied it off against a hook on the wall. Flexing her fingers and rubbing her sore arms she moved from behind the door and took a good look at her handywork, looking Fawn's dangling corpse over as she observed every detail with great interest and pride. Fawn's bulged eyes, which had become glazed and bloodshot, stared vacantly forward neither seeing nor containing even the tiniest flicker of life in them. Her bloated, drool-dripping tongue hung down the side of her face from the pale blue lips like an old sock from an overstuffed hamper. Her face wore the pale, listless mask of death, the only expression etched across it that of shock and pain. The arms and legs dangled limply down in the air and the large, firm breasts sat still inside the bustier, the erect nipples poking clearly through the white lace fabric.

Dazzled by the spectacular sight of Fawn's body in her skimpy costume the killer moved closer, letting her fingertips run across the bare, cum-stained thighs and up her body. Caressing and poking the breasts with her fingers the killer grabbed onto the bustier and yanked it down, causing the breasts to come pouring and jiggling out into view. Smiling the killer leaned in close and squeezing the breasts with delight she took them in her mouth in turns, sucking them and nibbling on the hardened nipples with great pleasure and insatiable hunger. Leaving the breasts hanging out of the bustier the killer traced her fingers down between Fawn's legs, peeling them down the thighs and running her hand across the moist pussy. Licking her lips she thrust her fingers inside Fawn's pussy, sliding them in as deep as she got and wriggling them around as she glanced up at Fawn's pale, dead face, wondering if on some level she could feel her touch.

Taking hold of the thigh-thigh boots the killer unzipped them and eased them down Fawn's well toned legs, slipping them from her dangling bare feet. Setting the boots down she took the shapely feet in her hands and lifted them up, softly caressing and massaging them before letting them drop back down against the door. Moving to the back of the door the killer untied the wire from around the hook in the wall, letting Fawn's corpse slide down the door with her bare buttocks rubbing against it on the way down. Coming down on her buttocks Fawn's body slumped back against the door with her legs stretched out before her, her arms at her sides and her head falling forward onto her chest. Lifting Fawn's head up from her breasts the killer pulled the wire from around her savaged neck, winding it up as she let the head drop back down against the breasts.

Hearing the sound of heels clicking on the floor in the distance the killer hauled Fawn's corpse inside the storage room by the arms, her breasts jiggling from side to side as her bare feet dragged along the floor. Gathering up the discarded parts of Fawn's costume... her boots and cum-stained panties the killer kicked the storage room closed and hurried out of the kitchen. Moments later Angel stepped into the kitchen from the side entrance, a bottle of club soda she'd procured from the basement storage in her hand. Noticing that the storage room door was ajar she moved towards it with curiosity. She was about to close it when it occurred to her Fawn might be in there and not wanting to lock her inside she instead pulled the door open and stepped inside.

"Fawn, you in here?"
Angel called out as she moved inside the room.

Getting no response she turned to leave, finding herself looking right at Fawn's half naked corpse as it hung from a hook next to the door, her lifeless eyes staring right at her. Screaming in horror as the bottle of club soda slipped from her hand and shattered at her feet, Angel backed away from the body with her hand over her mouth as she looked away. Terrified and feeling a sickness come over her Angel ran for the door but in her panic she slipped in the spilled club soda and crashed down onto the floor, knocking her out. The impact of her foot hitting Fawn's dangling leg as she fell was enough to knock her corpse loose from the hook and fall ontop of Angel as she lay sprawled and unconscious on her back. Fawn's arms spread out across Angel as she landed on her with her bare buttocks riding out into the air and her legs folded over Angel's stocking-clad ones. The bloated tongue hanging from Fawn's lips stretched down between Angel's well endowed breasts as her head lay pressed against them, her eyes staring vacantly off into nothingness.

( from Harper's Scream episode 4 by Fleming)

Having had enough of their struggle the killer gave the pipe a powerful jerk to the right, twisting Tanya's head with it and snapping her neck with a loud crunch that echoed throughout the darkened garage. One by one Tanya's hands let go of the pipe and dropped down at her sides where they swung limply through the air as her boots flopped and twitched on the ground. Her breasts jerked and bounced a few times inside the drenched, clingy t-shirt and the protruding tongue stretched as far as it could go down the side of her face with a dribble of frothy saliva pouring down it. A shudder rode through her body as the eyes widened and glazed over and then, as the killer pulled the pipe away from her broken neck, her limp body toppled over and crashed down into the floor face first. Tanya's firm buttocks rode up into the air as she lay sprawled across the floor with her breasts thrusting into it and her arms spread at the sides, spasming faintly. Her eyes stare wide and lifeless out into the darkness as drool pouring down her tongue, which lay spread out onto the floor, pooled around her gaping mouth.

Tanya's head rolled back and forth on her broken rubbery neck, stretching further away from her shoulders than it ought to have, as the killer slipped her foot underneath her, turning the limp corpse over onto its back. The legs fell away from one another, spreading open and the arms thudded on the floor as the body was turned over. Leaning over the body the killer took her time inspecting it down to the smallest detail... the outline of the hardened nipples poking through the wet t-shirt, the hollow glaze in the lifeless brown eyes, the slow dribbling of saliva from the tip of her tongue. Moving in close she let her gloved hand run up Tanya's thigh and between her legs, softly caressing her pussy through her tight pants. Eager to see more of her victim's exquisite body the killer grabbed hold of the wet t-shirt and pulled it up her body, over her limp arms and rubbery neck and finally over her head, letting it slump back down on the ground as she threw the t-shirt away. Admiring Tanya's large breasts in her white lace bra the killer traced her hand over their dark, soft skin, taking them in her hand in turns and squeezing them with a smile.

Pulling Tanya's booted legs up off the ground she unzipped them and eased the boots down her legs one at a time, slipping them off and letting the warm, bare feet slide through her hands before dropping them to the floor. Undoing Tanya's pants the killer yanked them down her well toned, athletic legs and off of her feet. Enjoying the sight of Tanya's sexy, black body lying sprawled in her white lace underwear the killer reached down and slipped her hands under Tanya's shoulders, hoisting her body up off the ground. Tanya's head stretched down onto her chest with her cheek brushing against the breasts as the killer dragged her towards Mrs Janssen's luxury Mercedes sitting by itself at the far end of the garage. Tanya's care feet dragged along the floor and her arms and limp head swaying and wobbling from the movement. Pulling the body closer to her the killer took Tanya's breasts in her hands, squeezing them firmly for a better grip. As she got to the Mercedes the killer popped the trunk and hauled the body inside it, stuffing her to the bottom and struggling to fit her arms and legs in with her, bending and stretching them up against the body until she fit. Then with a last look at the body she smiled and slammed the trunk shut, leaving Tanya in darkness.

(from Harper's Scream episode 1 by Fleming)

Turning the blood-dripping blade over in her hands the killer stands over Tracy and as she stares up in terror, her eyes filling with tears, he drives it down into her heaving chest, burying the blade deep in-between her firm, large breasts with a spray of blood, shoving it all the way through her and into the bloody sand underneath her. Gagging on the blood filling her mouth Tracy flops and twitches as she clutches her slashed belly, her eyes blinking rapidly before with a rattled sigh she slumps limp in the sand. Her bloodstained hands fall away from the wound and drop at her sides as the eyes are set rigid in their sockets, blankly staring up at the darkening sky. Leaning in real close the killer looks carefully into her widely staring eyes, watching as the last sparks of life leave her eyes. Then with a horrible sounding squelch she rips the boarding knife from Tracy's chest, causing a gush of blood to spray across Tracy's still breasts as they wobble to and fro.

Sticking the bloody blade in the sand next to the body the killer kneels by Tracy's body and with a grin she runs her hand down her cheek, caressing it gently before she peels the bloodsoaked Daft punk t-shirt up her body and over her breasts. She smiles to herself as she sees that her blade had sliced the snap of Tracy's pink lace bra, freeing the large, firm and luscious breasts that had made Tracy so popular with the boys over the years. Amused the killer lets her hand run across the still, bloodstained breasts, caressing and gently fondling them with delight before she pulls off the yellow jacket and blood-sodden t-shirt.Next the killer ran her fingers down Tracy's legs and across her boots, lifting them off the ground and carefully unzipping them and pulling them down her legs. One by one Tracy's shapely, soft bare feet came sliding into the killers hands as they slipped out of the boots and after caressing them fondly she let them drop down into the sand.

Rolling the body over onto its stomach the killer hoisted the tight jeans down off of Tracy's spectacular, firm and round buttocks, leaving them covered only by her tiny pink lace panties as she yanks the jeans off her legs and feet. Grabbing the panties the killer peels them down Tracy's bare buttocks that are stained with both Tracy's blood and womanly juices and sniffing them she pockets them. Turning the body, which is now completely naked, over onto its back once more the killer runs
her hand up between Tracy's legs, caressing her shaved, warm pussy with delight, letting her fingers slide inside it with a smile. Having had her twisted fun the killer gets to her feet and grabbing Tracy's body by the wrists she hoists it up and drags it up the beach, its bare feet trailing behind with their toes raking through the bloody sand left in her wake.