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Archive name: illegal.txt (MF, snuff, nec, rp, v)
Authors name: Loch Raveena (lraveena@hotmail.com)
Story title : Illegal Aliens

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Illegal Aliens (MF, snuff, nec, rp, v)
by Loch Raveena (lraveena@hotmail.com)
Edited by Kathy (The Kristen Archives)

WARNING: This story contains violence, necrophilia and 
rape. This story was written as an adult fantasy and 
should not be accessed by underage readers or persons 
with delicate sensibilities.

'Oh, what a job,' thought Ned as he rolled off of the 
dead young Mexican woman. Both of them stared up at the 
night sky now, one pair of eyes seeing the stars and 
wondering about them, and the other pair seeing nothing 
at all.

A shooting star streaked across the sky. "Was that 
you?" asked Ned, genuinely wondering if the dead girl's 
spirit had just streaked heavenward. It was surreal. 
Ned was excited. It made him feel even more powerful. 

What a job, he thought to himself again. No other job 
in the world could be more satisfying to a serial 
killer than the Border Patrol. Only a mortician serial 
killer could have more fun, perhaps. Ned smiled, 
pleased with himself for such a humorous thought. A 
mortician. Yes, maybe I am in the wrong line of work.

Ned stood up and brushed himself off. He quickly 
regained his composure, then looked down at the dead 
girl. She had long black hair, dark staring eyes, and a 
thin trail of blood leaking out of a corner of her 
mouth. Her arms lay spread over her head where Ned had 
placed them while he had fucked her as she writhed in 
convulsions.

She was naked, her breasts large and wonderful to 
behold, her body slender but curvy. Her hands were 
lying palms-up, and he remembered that they had 
calluses on them. She was a lettuce picker, or some 
other kind of agricultural worker. Her skin was tan, 
almost golden, and her smile had been sweet. Ned had 
snapped her neck, then thrown her to the ground and 
screwed her while her body jerked about. 

Ned removed the hand-held radio from its holster and 
pressed the switch. "I got another one," he said into 
the mike. "Looks like another rape-murder though." 

Ned gave his coordinates and soon other Border Patrol 
agents arrived. They speculated that a coyote (Young 
Mexican men who led immigrants across the border) had 
robbed, raped, and killed her. It was just too common 
for life in the borderlands. They would write their 
reports and send her body to a morgue in some nearby 
town that didn't get enough tax revenues to handle the 
load, meaning this girl would be buried in an unmarked 
pauper's grave like so many others without an autopsy 
or even identification.

'What a job,' thought Ned once again, his eyes smiling 
behind his dark BP sunglasses. 

**

About two nights later, Ned's urge began to make him 
antsy once again. But attacking young women who were 
separated from their group had become too easy. Yes, he 
enjoyed the sex, but the hunt and the kill were just as 
exhilarating. And a lonely frightened young Mexican 
woman just didn't satisfy his growing desire for a 
challenge. 

This night Ned decided to test himself. He would seek 
at least two people who traveled together, be it man 
and woman, two women, or two men he didn't care which.

He had killed young men before, too, but he hadn't done 
anything with the bodies. Instead, he would just 
manipulate them in a way that he found stimulating and 
then he pleased himself on his own. 

**

Ned found a likely spot to park his truck and waited. 
He remained parked on a small hill, just high enough so 
he could see over the top of it but others couldn't 
make out the truck's shape. 

It took nearly three hours, but Ned finally saw shadows 
moving in the dark silence. He emerged from his truck, 
made sure that he was careful not to close the door or 
make any sounds, and stealthily made his way towards 
the moving shadows. 

It was two young women and a young man walking fast but 
trying not to make sounds. It looked like the man was 
holding hands with one of the women, but Ned wasn't 
sure. He stepped forward, snapping a twig. 

"Coyote!" exclaimed the boy in an excited but hushed 
voice. "Shut up and listen," he said, his eyes wide 
with awareness, his body stooping and crouching.

The girls hushed immediately. The three of them 
stopped, looking all around them. The boy moved 
something out from behind his shirt, something black 
and metallic glistening in the moonlight. 'A gun,' 
thought Ned. 'Now we've got a hunt!' he thought to 
himself, his heart racing with excitement.

Ned removed his gun from his ankle holster. The boy saw 
the movement and fired in his direction. A second shot 
rang out and the boy was tossed backwards like a rag 
doll, the gun flying from his outstretched hand. The 
girls screamed. 

One of the girls rushed to the boy's side and scooped 
him up in her arms to rest his upper body across her 
lap. She cradled him, sobbing hysterically, her tears 
falling on his face. The other woman disappeared into 
the landscape, running. 

Ned emerged from the shadows, his gun pointed at the 
young man and woman. His hand was pressed against the 
side of his neck and blood poured profusely out from 
between his fingers. "You shot me, you son of a bitch!" 
he screamed, seeing red.

He walked up to the young couple and saw that the 
Mexican boy was dead - he had taken a bullet right in 
the chest above his left nipple - his head lolled in 
the woman's embrace, eyes opened wide in surprise and 
staring into nothingness. The woman embraced the boy in 
a way that arched his body, causing the dead boy's t-
shirt to ride up his body and expose his flat stomach 
and tender navel. 

Though he was dead, Ned shot the boy again anyway, a 
bullet hole appearing next to his shallow navel, the 
body jerking with the bullet's impact. The Mexican 
woman screamed at him in Spanish and lay upon the boy's 
body to cover him and protect him from Ned. Ned raised 
his pistol and brought it down upon the young woman's 
head in a crushing blow. 

The woman silently tumbled over on to her side, her 
legs kicking and arms twitching before going still. Ned 
was beside himself with anger and began to tear the 
woman's clothes off, leaving her naked under the moon. 
He dragged the boy's body to lie side by side with the 
girl. His anger made him forget about his neck wound, 
and the blood still oozed profusely, drenching him 
nearly from head to toe in blood. He looked like the 
horror figure that he really was. 

He stripped off his uniform shirt and dropped his 
trousers to his ankles. He spread the young woman's 
legs for easy access, then turned the boy's head on its 
side so that his eyes would face the young woman. 

Ned then mounted the woman, jamming his erection with 
great force deeply into her. He grunted as he forced 
himself into her. He panted, blood and sweat dripping 
onto the young woman's body. She wasn't dead, only 
unconscious. When she began to stir from the pain and 
discomfort of his invasion of her body, Ned's grip on 
her arms grew stronger. 

"Are you watching us?" he tauntingly asked the dead 
boy. The boy's eyes stared back at him without 
expression. Ned began to thrusting himself into the 
woman with forceful deep movements. He enjoyed her 
moaning with each violent thrust. "Bitch," he said, 
"Punta." 

The woman stirred beneath him, her eyes flew open. 
'What's happening,' she thought, trying to gain her 
bearings. A man was on top of her, in her, smiling 
wickedly looking like a mad man, bloody and sweaty, 
tongue hanging out, muttering in a language she didn't 
understand. He was raping her!

She tried to maneuver beneath him, tried to get him off 
of her. He smacked her face, drawing blood from her 
lips. She saw his meaty hands reach down to her face, 
grabbing her head. 'What's happening?' she wondered 
again. Then suddenly his hands jerked her head this way 
and that.

"Oh Jesus!" she said, hearing and feeling the popping 
in her neck, one after another, then her slender body 
began to snake and jerk as though a thousand volts of 
electricity coursed through her, but darkness clouded 
her vision and soon she was gone...

"Bitch," said Ned again in a deep growling voice. He 
reached climax just as the girl's jerking stopped, her 
head tilted to the side, eyes wide open and staring at 
the dead boy who stared unseeingly back at her.

After pumping everything he had into the lifeless form 
beneath him, Ned panting, slipped his wilted dick out 
of the Mexican girl, and rolled over next her, looking 
up at the stars. He smiled widely.

He noticed two stars shining brightly close to each 
other. 'I did that,' he thought, 'I made two more 
stars.'

Ned watched the night sky for some time, stretching his 
kingdom's reign to a few more minutes. Enjoying the 
feeling of power over other and the cooling sated 
feeling of the sex he'd just had. Finally he stood up 
then and looked down at the two bodies.

It was a work of art, he thought. The young naked 
woman, beautiful, lean, curvy, long dark hair, smooth 
skin, bright eyes, oval navel, and a perfect little 
mouth. The young man, stringy, smooth youthful stomach, 
slender, shallow tender belly button, handsome face. 
Both of them had their eyes wide open, their heads 
tilted towards each other, the wide dark eyes staring 
deeply into each other's. Both of their arms lay above 
their heads, bodies slightly arching. 'It was and art,' 
Ned thought. He didn't want to radio this in; instead 
he just wanted to stare at the two young Mexicans in 
repose. Forever...

Ned slowly sank to his knees, the world suddenly 
growing hazy. Oh yeah, he thought, I've been shot. Ned 
tumbled backwards, the ground accepting him like a big 
fluffy mattress. He reached for his walkie-talkie and 
removed it from its holster. 

As he was about to push the button the moon disappeared 
from his line of sight. A woman stood above him with 
her hands held high over her head. 'The other woman,' 
he thought vaguely.

She stood holding a large rock with both hands. She 
looked like a beautiful giant holding a boulder over 
her head. Her eyes burned with fire. 'She was a 
goddess.' he thought for an instant.

"Uh oh," Ned said, and the world went black...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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