Eliza's Story, Episode V: College Gymnast
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Eliza goes off to college and continues her murderous ways

Eliza sat on her bed in her dorm room, typing away on her laptop. It was the
second week of college for the eighteen-year-old freshman. Her fingers danced
over the keys as she swiftly composed the last paragraph in the essay she was
writing, then looked at the text on the screen and nodded, satisfied.

She had just thrown the essay together, not liking to spend a lot of time on
classwork. Usually, her intelligence would be enough to get an A or B anyway.
As long as she had at least a 3.5 grade point average, she knew she could get
a good, well-paying job when she graduated. And if the professor gave her a
lower grade, she could always use her feminine charms to "convince" him to
change his mind. But that was a last resort. Already she had noticed some of
her instructors looking at her attractive body with sexual desire. Ugh. Old
creepers. It made doing the schoolwork a more inviting option.

Eliza had gotten a full gymnastics scholarship to the university. Despite the
prestigious award, her sport wasn't like the football or men's basketball
teams, whose members got special treatment and were given A's without having
to do any work or even show up for class. The student-athletes in her sport
actually were expected to live up to the "student" part. Still, she was
treated quite well. She was in one of the best dormitories with the largest
and most comfortable rooms. And it was all being paid for with someone else's
money, of course.

She saved her work and closed her computer. Lying back on her bed, she stared
up at the ceiling and began thinking about her true passion...killing men.
Eliza had always had somewhat sociopathic tendencies, but it was only
recently, when chance had granted her the opportunity to make her first kill,
that she had discovered how much she enjoyed using her power to take lives.
She had made other kills since then, growing bolder and more confident with
each one. Now, finally off at college and away from her parents, she had more
freedom than ever before.

She tried to plan her first college kill. There were so many good choices to
pick from. There were the perverted old professors who leered at her.
Over-entitled football and basketball players who were so full of themselves.
The creepy, skinny, ugly loser guys who seemed to be watching at every
gymnastics practice, no doubt keeping what they saw in their degenerate minds
to masturbate to later...

She would have to be careful. If a lot of dead bodies started turning up on
campus, detectives and reporters would converge on the place like flies. She
didn't want that. She wanted to be able to keep on killing quietly.

Eliza got up and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She was
an exceptionally beautiful girl, with shoulder-length wavy dark brown hair,
brown eyes, and an elegant, model-like, high-cheekboned face. Years of
gymnastics and kickboxing had given her a body that was both heavily muscled
and very feminine. Her dancer's ass was round, steel-hard, and slightly larger
than average - big enough to draw positive attention without being too big. A
slender wasp waist and a pair of firm, round, natural, gravity-defying C-cup
breasts completed her hourglass figure. Her low-cut white pants and tight
white T-shirt showed off her sexy body and deep tan. Her mix of Arab, Latina,
and eastern European heritage had given her that gorgeous brown skin.

She had done some extreme weight training over the summer, knowing the extra
strength would come in handy for the higher level of competition in college
gymnastics. She had gained ten pounds of solid muscle and now carried a
powerful 148 pounds on her 5'6" frame. But despite her size, she was just as
elegant, fast, and graceful as the smallest girl on any Olympic team. She
admired her steel-hard six-pack abs that were showing in the gap between her
pants and top, then flexed her biceps. Her body was certainly built for killing. In 
addition, she had brought her crossbow, her longbow, and her short sword from 
home with her. The weapons were currently hidden in her closet.

Eliza looked over at the other side of the room. She had been allowed to choose 
her roommate and was grateful for that, having heard horror stories about 
students who were forced to room with people who were their exact opposite in 
the name of "diversity." Not really knowing anyone else at the university, she had 
elected to have another gymnast as her roommate, figuring that was who she 
would be most compatible with. She had been lucky, getting a girl named Holly 
who was laid-back and fun to party with. Still, even though all the girls on the 
gymnastics team had quickly become close with one another, Eliza still felt a 
certain sense of isolation. After all, she couldn't exactly share her biggest passion 
with anyone else.

She looked at the man's watch that fit well on her thick wrist. Today's
gymnastics practice would start in thirty minutes. Holly would be done with
class soon and the two of them would walk to practice together like they
usually did.

Eliza thought about the dorky loser guys who always seemed to be watching
gymnastics practice. She thought of their skinny, unathletic, inferior bodies
and how pathetic they would look next to the muscular, dominant, feminine body
of any girl on the team. It would feel so right for the young women to become
a killing team as well, targeting wimpy males. But of course she couldn't expect 
the other girls to be just like her.

The door opened and Holly walked in, tossing her books on her bed. "Hey, Eliza."

"Hey, Holly. I was just thinking about you."

"Only good stuff, I hope?"

"No, bad. Like how this somehow ended up on my side of the room again." Eliza
playfully threw a stuffed animal at Holly, who caught it neatly, laughed, and put it 
on a shelf with several other animals.

"Sorry, E." Holly reached under her bed and grabbed her gym bag. "I'm ready to
go if you are."

Eliza picked up her own bag. "Sure. Let's go." The two girls made a very
pretty picture together. Holly, at 5'3" and 120 pounds, was more of a
stereotypically-sized petite gymnast. She had a muscular and feminine body,
long medium-brown hair, and a dark tan, though not as dark as Eliza's. She was
hot, and the bisexual Eliza was definitely thinking about having Holly as a
friend with benefits. Unfortunately, she hadn't seen anything in the smaller
girl to indicate that she liked women too.

Eliza looked at the stuffed animals above Holly's bed as the girls exited the
room. She was such a normal teenage girl. And all the other gymnasts on the
team, her coaches, hell, everyone ...all thought Eliza was a regular teenage
girl too. If they only knew...

* * *

Eliza was practicing on the balance beam - her favorite event. She executed a
standing back handspring followed by three consecutive split-leg layouts,
landing perfectly each time. She then walked to the center of the beam, stood
on her hands, split her legs 180 degrees, and spun around several times.
Getting back to her feet, she took a deep breath, then performed a standing
full twist, pumping her fist after nailing the difficult move. She gracefully
walked to the end of the beam, then dismounted with three standing back
handsprings in a row into a double back salto, landing neatly on the floor
after elegantly backflipping. She raised her muscular arms into the
stereotypical gymnastic Y as her teammates and the audience applauded.

As she gave her coach a hug, Eliza looked over at the spectators. The usual
crowd of males with a fetish for gymnast girls was there, but one caught her
eye. He was filming her with his iPhone, and had probably filmed her entire 
routine. When he saw her looking at him, he quickly looked away and put his 
phone down. A wave of anger washed over her. The little shit was probably
going to jack off to it later in his dorm room. She knew at that moment that
she had found her first college target.

"Eliza?" She looked up, jolted out of her dark thoughts. It was Holly. "Want
to go grab some pizza after practice?"

"Sure, but I have something to do." The pervert was now standing up, getting
ready to leave. "I'll meet you at the pizza place in a few minutes."

"Okay. See you later." As Holly left, Eliza turned back to the perv and quietly 
began following him. She tracked him halfway across campus. He never
suspected he was being tailed. Probably already thinking about jerking it to
me, she thought with a smirk.

Finally, the dorky boy walked up to one of the smaller dorms and swiped his
key. Eliza let him get several yards in, then caught the door at the last
second before it closed. She continued to follow her target cautiously as he
went up the stairs to the third floor. As he made his way down the hallway,
she stood hidden in the stairwell, peeking out and watching him enter a room.
When she heard his door click shut, she quickly jogged down the hall and made
a note of the room number, then headed out to the pizza place. She would come
back to deal with him. Tonight.

11 P.M. THAT NIGHT

Eliza waited in the bushes outside the pervert's dorm. She had considered
picking the lock, but decided it would be better to go in the normal way. When
she saw someone inside heading for the door, she casually began walking
towards the entrance. The door clicked open as the young male student exited
the building. He held the door open for her and she gave him a dazzling smile.
"Thanks, baby." He blushed, then headed out into the darkness.

She shook her brunette head and laughed as the door clicked shut behind her.
No one ever suspected a woman, especially a pretty woman, of being dangerous.
Even though after gymnastics practice she had changed back into her low-cut
white pants/tight white T-shirt combo that really showed off how muscular she
was, she was still seen as just a hot chick. She liked using that to her advantage.

She quickly made her way up the stairs to the third floor. Male and female
students were on separate floors, but it was college and the fucking rate was
high. Girls and boys were on each other's floors all the time, so no one would
be suspicious. However, she wanted to make sure that no one saw her at that
particular door, so she waited until the coast was clear before pausing by the
entrance to the pervert's room. She listened.

There was silence for a few moments, then a low moan. The moan was repeated,
then a faint but distinctive voice could be heard. "Eliza. Oooohhhh, baby, Eliza."

Her hand flew to her mouth. He was masturbating to her right now! "Oh my God,"
she thought to herself. "This is too fucking perfect."

She reached into her dark brown hair and took out a hairpin. Inserting it into
the keyhole, she expertly maneuvered it around and was rewarded a few seconds
later with the sound of the lock clicking open. She silently opened the door
with a gloved hand and stepped inside, then let it close behind her with its
normal sound.

The boy looked up in alarm. "I thought it was lock-" He suddenly froze when he
realized the person there was not his roommate, but Eliza. He was naked and
fully exposed, and his erect penis and the video of her balance beam routine
playing on his iPhone left no doubt about what he had been doing, even if she 
hadn't heard him moaning her name. He began to tremble in fear as she walked 
across the room and stood over him dominantly. "What...How..." he squeaked.

She smiled down at him. "I saw you watching me at gymnastics practice. I could
tell how much you liked me. So I decided to follow you." She turned her
attention to his erection. "I knew you were a fan, but I didn't think you were
THAT much of a fan!"

He looked down in shame. "I'm sorry, Miss Eliza. I didn't mean-"

Eliza lifted a finger to her full, pouty lips. "Shhhhh," she cooed. "I like it
when men get the hots for me. Tell me why you're so turned on. Is it from
seeing a woman do back flips that you could never do?"

"Y...yes," he moaned.

"Stand next to me," she ordered. He obeyed. He was slightly shorter than her
and much scrawnier, probably about 5'5" and 125 pounds. Her powerful,
muscular, darkly tanned body stood in sharp contrast to his skinny,
unathletic, pale one.

"Why else are you turned on?" she continued. "Do you like that I'm bigger than
you? Do you like my tanned skin?"

"Yes. Oh yes, Miss Eliza. I'm in awe that a woman as big as you can be such a
fantastic gymnast. I love your massive biceps. And I love your dark brown tan.
I wish I was as dark and muscular as you."

She laughed and flexed her arms. "You're built like a little girl. I'm more of
a man than you could ever be. You schmoes are so funny, getting turned on by
strong women as a way of compensating for your own weakness." He hung his head
in shame. She could read him like a book. She had exposed him.

"What are you going to do to me, Miss Eliza?" he quivered.

She gave him a hard stare. "Do we have alone time in here?"

"Yes. My roommate won't be back for at least an hour."

"Then I think I'll help you finish." She nodded at his boner, which had
remained hard the whole time.

A shit-eating grin appeared on the pervert's ugly face. All his fantasies had
come true beyond his wildest dreams...or so he thought. Little did he know he
was about to meet his doom at the lethal hands of Eliza.

"Oh my God..." he moaned.

She tossed him back onto the bed and elegantly cartwheeled onto it, landing
next to him. She grabbed his penis with her right hand. She was wearing
wrist-length black leather gloves, which had the effect of making her already
thick forearms look even bigger. She began to squeeze, eliciting loud moans
from the perv. The muscles in her massive dark brown forearms danced and
rippled as if they had a life of their own.

"Your grip...so strong..." he grunted.

"That's what happens when someone actually has arms like a man the way I do,"
she smirked. "They're so much thicker and stronger than your wimpy girly ones,
so it's no wonder my hand jobs are better than any of your masturbation
sessions." She positioned her big, tanned wrist next to his small, pale one.
"My wrist measurement is probably at least a full inch bigger than yours." She 
squeezed harder as she began moving her hand in a rhythmic up-and-down 
motion. His moans became louder.

"You're a virgin, aren't you," she remarked casually as she continued to pump
his member.

"Yes," he admitted, hanging his head in shame again.

Eliza giggled. "I can tell. You really have nothing going for you to attract
girls. Now me...not only have I scored with dozens of guys, but I've also
fucked several hot girls as well. I'm a girl and I've scored with more girls
than you have! Yet another thing that men are supposed to be better at that
I'm actually better at."

The pervert was feeling a complex bundle of emotions. Though humiliated by her
comments, he was also turned on by the way she was dominating and bullying
him. He felt his rod stiffen. "Ugh...gonna...cum!" A moment later, he did just
that, shooting a massive load of semen halfway across the room that flew
through the air and landed on the carpet.

Eliza burst into laughter. "Naughty naughty, making a mess like that." She
released his prick as it slowly deflated and crossed her thick arms in front
of her. "Did you like that, baby? Did you like what my big arms can do?"

"Oh yes, Miss Eliza! You're so perfect..."

"Now it's time to show you what else they can do." With that, she suddenly
grabbed him around the throat with both of her leather-gloved hands,
strangling him. He tried to pry them loose, but she was far too strong. He
tried screaming, but no sound came out. Her forearm muscles rippled with
feminine power. He looked at her pleadingly, shock and betrayal in his eyes.

She glared at him hatefully. "What the hell did you think I came here for? Did
you actually think I liked you? What the fuck were you thinking, that I was
actually going to be your girlfriend or something?! Man, you're as stupid as
you are weak! The second I saw you filming me, I knew I was going to kill you.
You should have screamed when you had the chance. But you let your little head
do the thinking and now you're going to pay the price. I'm sick of weak males
thinking they can have sex with an athletic woman like me. I'm a real woman
and I need a real man. Not a pathetic, worthless, cocksucking wimp like you.
Now die." She continued to throttle him, only releasing his neck from her
lethal grip long after she had choked him to death.

Eliza looked at the corpse as she felt her heart rate slowly return to normal.
She smiled in triumph. Another kill, another notch on her belt. She realized
she was feeling less and less emotion with each new kill.

She glanced over at the other bed in the room, getting an idea. She laid the
pervert's body down on his own bed and covered it completely with the blanket.
Then she stripped naked, taking off her shoes, socks, pants, top, and lacy
blue panties. (She wore no bra - her ultra-firm breasts didn't need one and
she could still pass the pencil test despite having C-cups). Now nude except
for her black leather gloves, she lay down on the empty bed and waited.

* * *

About an hour later, the door opened and the pervert's roommate walked in. He
stopped and stared in shock when he saw Eliza lying naked on his bed.

"Shh. Just close the door," she whispered.

He obeyed, then walked over to her. "What are you-"

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're about to get the best sex of
your life." She sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. "Now take off your
clothes and lie on your back with your hard cock pointing up in the air."

"Oh hell YES!" he cheered. "Thank you Jesus!" He began unzipping his pants,
then suddenly stopped as he looked to the other side of the room. "What about
him?"

"Oh, he's fast asleep."

"Okay, but let's fuck kind of quietly. I don't like that guy, there's
something weird about him. I don't want him to wake up. I think he might be a
pervert."

Eliza almost said, "No maybe about it," but caught herself in time and instead
said, "Trust me, he won't be waking up."

"Good." The boy finished undressing, standing naked on the floor. He was
bigger than Eliza, with a much more athletic build than his scrawny roommate.
Although his muscles weren't as defined as hers, he was still in good shape.
She nodded in approval. At least he would be a good fuck.

Following her instructions, the boy lay down on his bed on his back, his
rock-hard cock pointing straight up into the air. He didn't find anything
suspicious or dangerous about the situation. Like a typical male, he was only
thinking with the part of his body that wasn't very good at thinking.

Eliza mounted him, sliding herself down over him, feeling her tight vaginal
muscles clamp hard on his pole. As she began riding him, fucking him hard, he
reached up and began playing with her tits. She controlled the pace of the
fuck, using her years of experience, building herself closer and closer to
climax until she came violently.

She continued to fuck him after her orgasm. When she felt him stiffen, she
whispered, "Not inside me!" She climbed off of him, timing it just right so
that he shot a huge load of cum all over the place.

"Was that the best you ever had?" she cooed.

"Oh God yes! You're amazing."

"Aww. How sweet. I'm sorry about this."

"Sorry about what, baby?"

"Remember it being the best you ever had?"

"Yes..."

"It'll also be the last you ever have." With that, Eliza suddenly snaked her
muscular thighs around his neck and began squeezing. He tried to pry them
loose, but his arms were no match for her thighs. He tried to scream, but no
sound came out.

"It's like this," she explained to her helpless victim. "I killed your roommate 
because he perved on me. You were right about him. Now I have nothing
against you personally, but I'm a sociopathic killer and I want to be able to
keep on killing here without getting caught. You're not the kind of guy I'd
normally target, but if all goes well your death will provide what I need to
make both of your killings look like an accident. Then I can go on with no one
knowing that there's a murderer on campus. Tough luck for you, but that's
life. Or in this case, death." She chuckled, then continued to apply devastating 
power with her lethal thighs until she was sure she had choked him to death.

Eliza climbed off the bed, listening carefully. Everything was quiet outside.
She then put the next part of her plan into action. She picked up the corpse
of the pervert and put him in the bed with the other boy, placing their naked
bodies against each other. She put each boy's hands around the other's throat
and carefully arranged their cocks to be touching each other. Satisfied, she
gave the corpses one last glance and headed for the exit. Opening the door a
crack and making sure no one saw her, she slipped out, locking the door behind
her.

* * *

The bodies were found three days later, after no one had seen either of the
boys. A gory and perverted scene greeted the men who forced open the door. The
police investigation concluded that the boys had accidentally killed each
other while engaging in a weird erotic-asphyxiation gay sex practice. The
traces of semen all over the room, matched by DNA to belong to both of the
boys, the lack of any sign of forced entry, the fact that nothing had been
taken from the room, and the corner's report confirming that both victims had
died from strangulation all supported the detectives' conclusion. In addition,
a large amount of bodybuilder and gymnast porn, both male and female, was
discovered on the computer of the smaller dead boy, exposing him as a bisexual
male pervert.

Although the incident was the talk of the campus for many weeks, no one
suspected that it had been a double murder. Eliza's "career" was safe. She
feigned the same shock and disgust that everyone else had.

Like a vampire with a thirst for blood, Eliza felt the need to kill on a
regular basis. Her next opportunity came after the chatter about the two
corpses had finally died down. She had just received her graded essay back in
her American history class. She scowled at the large red 'C' staring back at
her from the top of the paper. This was the second C in a row that damn
professor had given her. Naturally, he was one of the perverted old guys who
was always drooling over her when he thought she wasn't looking. She sighed.
Flirting with him to get her grade up was going to be painful.

She waited until class was over and all the other students had left, then
walked up to the professor and gave him her most flirtatious smile. "Hey,
Prof. I'd like to talk to you about my grade..."

He looked back at her with that self-righteous expression that irritated her
to no end. "Eliza, I can tell that you're not putting much effort into your
writing," he said condescendingly. "You're just going through the motions.
That's C-level work. If you want better grades, you need to really work on
those essays and take them seriously. Or you could..."

"Or I could what?"

The professor looked around, closed the door, and walked back over to her.
"You do have certain...assets that could be put to good use," he said as he
gazed lustfully over her bulging biceps and bountiful breasts. She tried not
to roll her eyes.

"Let's cut the crap," she said. "Just give it to me straight. What are you saying?"

"You give me a BJ once a week until the end of the semester, I give you an A
in the class." He had the same shit-eating grin on his ugly face that the
pervert had had in his dorm room, many weeks ago.

Eliza felt a wave of rage wash over her, and it took all she had to hide her
fury from this slimeball. If the request had been a date or even a little
peep-show, she would have accepted. But there was no way she was going to be
giving out BJs. This fucker had gotten greedy, and he was going to pay the
ultimate price. She hadn't originally planned on killing him, but now he had
just signed his own death warrant with his arrogance and stupidity.

She took a deep breath. She put her best slutty-girl face on and nodded.
"Okay. It's a deal."

He smirked evilly. "Excellent. First one tonight. How about you meet me in my
office later?"

"I don't want us to get caught. How about someplace more private? You know
that small parking lot by the far side of the soccer field? Bring your car and
I'll meet you there at eight."

He shrugged. "That's fine. Where doesn't really matter to me. What matters is
I'll be sure to save up a nice big load for you to choke down." He laughed
loudly, then left the classroom.

Eliza gave the middle finger to his retreating back. "I'm going to enjoy this
one," she whispered to herself.

8 P.M. THAT NIGHT

Eliza walked across the pitch-black parking lot. It was October now and the
sun was setting earlier. She was wearing a black miniskirt, knee-high black
leather boots with four-inch stiletto high heels, a white blouse, and her
trademark black leather gloves. Her blouse was tied up on her midsection to
display the rock-like wall of her dark brown six-pack abs, and the sleeves
were rolled up to show off her thick, veiny, deeply tanned forearms.

She looked at the man's watch on her muscular wrist. "Hope this fucker shows
up so I can kill his ass. Come on."

A minute later, her wish was granted. A pair of headlights cut through the
darkness and a black Mercedes pulled up next to her. The professor got out,
hands in his pockets and a cocky expression on his face.

She looked back at him with contempt. He was a little taller than her at 5'8"
(though shorter than her in her heels), but his 140-pound weight was lighter
than hers. He was in his fifties and out of shape, and she knew that she was
far stronger than him.

She put the scared, slutty-girl act back on. "So can we get this over with?"

"Of course." The professor smiled, then suddenly pulled his hands out of his
pockets, revealing that he was wearing gloves - and that he was holding a
pistol in his right hand. He pointed it straight at Eliza's head.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded, suddenly feeling something she didn't
feel very often - real fear. Had he found her out somehow? Did he know she was
a killer?

He smirked and began speaking in his familiar arrogant tone. "You've heard of
the expression, 'Takes one to know one.' Well, I'm a cold-blooded sociopath
and I can tell when someone else is too. I can tell that you're not a scared
little girl. You're too muscular to be one, anyway. I just got a gut feeling
you were up to something when you asked to meet at a place where there would
be no witnesses. And you're wearing gloves. Kinda gives a sign that someone's
up to no good. Like me, for example. Oh, and I saw the bird you flipped me
reflected in a window. So I made a little change of plans."

Eliza was frightened, but she didn't panic. She was a warrior and she was
going to get through this, alive. His arrogance would be his downfall.

She began clapping her gloved hands together, slowly and sarcastically. "Very
good. You figured me out. So what are you going to do now, tough guy?"

"Actually, it's what you're going to do. You're going to give me that blow
job. And this will make sure there's no funny stuff." He tapped his gun
threateningly.

She glared at him. He unzipped his pants with his left hand while keeping the
gun trained on her with his right. "Do it, bitch," he snarled as he took out
his cock, which was already fully erect. "Suck me off and be sure to choke my
load down, or you'll be eating a load from my other gun."

She moved closer to him, pretending to submit. He grinned in triumph and his
aim moved off slightly as the excitement of what he thought was victory flowed
through him.

That was all Eliza needed. With her years of kickboxing experience and her
genetically fast reflexes, she lashed out with a lightning-fast snap kick,
sending the weapon flying out of his hand. Before he could even register what
had happened, she fired a second kick, this one striking his face. The
professor was knocked backward into his still-open car, stunned.

She snatched up the pistol from the ground. Holding it in her right hand, she
pointed it at his head. "Looks like the shoe's on the other foot now," she
said icily. She suddenly punched him in the jaw with her leather-gloved left
fist, knocking him out.

* * *

When the perverted professor woke up, he was greeted with the sight of sexy
Eliza pointing his own gun right at his face. He trembled in fear and
humiliation, enraged that this teenage girl had outsmarted and outfought him.

She smirked at her victim. "You thought you were so smart. You thought you had
me all figured out. But like any male with a big ego, your cockiness was your
downfall." She was holding the gun with the steadiness and confidence of
someone with years of expert-level firearms training.

"Please," he begged. "Just let me go and I'll give you an A. You don't have to
do anything for me. Please, just don't kill me!"

Eliza laughed. "I just outsmarted you and you still think I'm dumb enough to
fall for that? Please." She viciously and dominantly backhanded him across the
face with her free hand, drawing blood. "We both know that if I let you go,
the first thing you'd do is run straight to the cops. Now I'm going to tell
you something. I'm a serial killer. Remember that story several weeks ago
about those two boys who accidentally killed each other in a gay sex practice?
Well, they didn't kill each other, and it wasn't an accident. I murdered them.
I killed them because killing is what I love. I've done it before. Several
times. And you're going to be my next victim."

The professor opened his mouth to beg again, but the cold, soulless look in
Eliza's dark brown eyes told him that she would never show him mercy. Anyway,
she couldn't now, since she had told him about being a murderer. Resigning
himself to his doom, he closed his eyes.

Eliza smiled. She lowered her gun, not wanting the sound of a shot to be heard
on campus. She then kicked him in the head. The razor-sharp four-inch stiletto
high heel of her knee-high black leather boot easily penetrated the skull bone
of his forehead, driving deep into his brain. She withdrew her heel with a
squishing sound and watched as her male victim slumped dead, blood bubbling
from the hole in his head.

"There's your blowjob, asshole," she muttered. Quickly looking around to make
sure no one was watching, she got to work. She popped open the trunk and
tossed the professor's corpse inside. With her bulk and strength, she could
handle his 140-pound weight easily. Slamming the trunk shut, she got behind
the wheel and began driving her victim's car away.

She drove for several miles on the dark streets, being careful to obey all the
traffic laws and not attract any police attention. Finally, she came to an
area she decided was isolated enough. She pulled the Mercedes over and parked
it by the side of the road. Opening the trunk, she dumped the professor's body
into the dirt a few feet from the pavement. She stole his wallet, watch, and
ring, then took out the pistol. Taking careful aim, she fired a single shot
into the hole she had made earlier with her stiletto. She planned on making it
look like a robbery gone bad, and ordinary robbers didn't go around killing
people with high heels.

Eliza got back into the car and drove it back towards town. A couple of miles
away from the campus, far enough that the vehicle wouldn't look connected with
it, she abandoned it by the side of the road. She began jogging back to her
dorm, it being an easy run for the fit girl. On the way, a decent distance
from both the professor's Mercedes and the university, she dropped the gun,
watch, and ring down a storm drain. She removed the cash from the wallet and
dumped the wallet down too. She wasn't going to let anything be traced to her.
She counted the cash. Only $150, but she wasn't doing this for profit. She was
doing this for the thrill.

As she relived the memory of her latest kill, she felt her heart beat faster.
The obnoxious bastard had gotten exactly what he deserved. She wondered if the
cops or the buzzards would find him first. Probably the buzzards.

She watched the lights of the campus come closer and closer as she continued
jogging. She heard the faint chatter of distant voices. So many people, all
unaware of what she really was and what she was capable of, physically,
mentally, and sexually.

She smiled.

THE END...for now

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