Deathbed Confessions of the Criminally Insane

by Jack Steen

  She was a survivor and for a few months, while living with us, she was able to let her guard down and relax.

  Not just relax. Have a little fun, too.

  The girl was into kink. She was into threesomes. Anal. Fuck, that girl was into anything and everything.

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  JACK HERE: Ken started getting into the different ways she liked to be fucked. All in graphic details. This is not a porn book and has nothing to do with her actual death. EDIT. EDIT. EDIT. Hope you don’t mind. If you want to be mind fucked, read Daire St. Denis or Tiffany Reisz. We have a few of their books in our staff room and there’s a lot of hot fucking going on in those books.

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  It was a fuckfest in our tiny rented country home. We all agreed it was like the perfect honeymoon phase for us all. Stacie became part of us, our essence, who we were as a couple and it was…fuck, it was hot.

  Barbie was still my everything but Stacie was just the icing on the cake.

  And she made my girl happy.

  I loved watching them make love together and then when they’d invite me to join them…fuck, I still get hard thinking about it.

  As far as anyone was concerned, this was Barbie’s younger sister.

  But for us…she became the leader of our pact.

  Hard to believe, but it’s true.

  She made the rules within her first few days of being with us.

  No one showered alone.

  No one slept alone.

  We had to be open to trying things before saying no, which meant we tried a lot of fucked up things and truth be told, neither Barbie or I ever said no.

  Everyone orgasmed before we fell asleep.

  We couldn’t just watch television like any normal folks. I was always hard. Whether Barbie held onto my dick while I finger fucked her or Stacie sat on my dick while I played with her nipples…

  It was a constant state of arousal in the home.

  Eventually Stacie introduced us to erotic asphyxiation after teasing us with bondage, being blindfolded and whatever else she wanted to do.

  Erotic asphyxiation. Those fancy words just mean you suffocate or strangle someone while they orgasm.

  When done right, it can be mind blowing.

  Almost dying while having sex was Stacie’s thing.

  I’d be the one fucking Stacie and strangling her.

  Barbie would be the one sucking on her tits or sitting on her face or kissing her while it happened.

  The moment Stacie orgasmed I’d release her throat so she could inhale.

  She went into a space of nothingness during that time. Of ultimate peace and love and it became her addiction.

  We’re all addicted to something.

  I was addicted to Barbie.

  Barbie became addicted to Stacie.

  Stacie was addicted to amazing orgasms.

  It was a match made in heaven between the three of us.

  11

  KEN TO JACK:

  * * *

  Seriously man, you need to release my hand.

  I’m giving you a hell of a lot more than I’ve ever given anyone else.

  No one knew about Stacie.

  No. One.

  No one has ever gone back through our past to find that little farm house in Bervie. The dots were never connected and the cops have only themselves to blame.

  Y’all think our first murder was in Devil’s Lake, North Dakota.

  It wasn’t.

  It was in Bervie.

  Ahh, I see your eyes lighting up Jack. Now we’re getting somewhere, aren’t we?

  So, let go of my hand. Just the one. That’s all I need.

  Let me have some fun with our story-time, will you?

  Here’s what will happen.

  I’ll tell you all about Bervie and Stacie and go into every gory little detail. I’ll relive that memory, share it with you and then you’re going to leave.

  I don’t want my medication, remember?

  You’re going to walk away from me, like the asshole you are, while I’m still alive.

  I’ll shout out to you how much I hate you, call you a few names and you’ll ignore me.

  You’ll pull that god damn chair along with you.

  I bet you smile as you listen to the god awful sound of the wheels on the floor, don’t you? You love knowing how much we all hate that sound. It’s like fucking nails on a chalkboard man. That’s torture.

  You’re such a fucking asshole and you know it.

  A few hours later you’ll send in that little boy to check up on me and you know what he’ll find?

  Me.

  Dead.

  How does that sound, Jack? You free my hand and I’ll make my death effortless on your part.

  12

  KEN:

  * * *

  I bet you’d like to hear me say it was an accident.

  Fuck that shit is what I say.

  What happened that night with Stacie was no accident.

  It wasn’t planned either.

  It was more a heat-of-the-moment type deal. A shared look between my girl and me that said more than words ever could.

  It was a Wednesday night and Stacie had the late shift at the diner.

  Barbie and I enjoyed a night quiet evening to ourselves, something that had been rare since Stacie joined us.

  I don’t remember who said it first, me or Barbie, but somehow the topic of missing us, just the two of us, came up.

  Don’t get me wrong. We loved Stacie. Everything about Stacie was good.

  The sex was good.

  The thrill was amazing.

  She kept life interesting.

  The sex was good - did I mention that?

  But sometimes three is a crowd and that night was nice, just the two of us.

  We cuddled on the couch together, watched a movie and then Barbie made a comment.

  She said she was bored.

  I knew what that meant. Bored meant moving on. Bored meant hitting the road again.

  Bored meant switching things up.

  I wasn’t sure however, if bored included Stacie or not.

  I’d been quite surprised to see the dynamic within Barbie change since Stacie arrived.

  When it was just the two of us, Barbie was in charge.

  Not anymore. Stacie was the one who made the decisions, who laid down the law, who had the final say.

  I wasn’t sure why. They were both strong-willed. Both independent. Both leaders.

  I think I’d always been waiting for the day Barbie would say enough was enough and put her foot down.

  Truth to be told, I wasn’t sure how Stacie would react if that had happened.

  When she came home that night she’d been disgusted with us for falling asleep together on the couch.

  Stacie was a huge fan of roleplaying and her favorite was the babysitter.

  Sometimes she’d play the innocent-but-very-sexy babysitter we entice to stay the night.

  Sometimes we play that she’s babysitting us and she tucks us into bed as only she could.

  That night she wanted to play a very different type of game.

  She was sexy but mouthy, needing to be disciplined.

  It went like this…we pretended to come home later than expected and rather than take the extra money she’d been offered she demanded another sort of payment. She did everything she could to get under my skin while Barbie watched. She called me names. She hit me. Grabbed me. She insulted me and my relationship with the only woman I would ever truly love and that’s when it started to get real.

  This wasn’t the regular sexy role playing we normally did.

  This was stepping it up a notch.

  There was a level of truth to the things Stacie would throw at me but I took it, stood my ground and waited on a signal from Barbie before I acted.

  She was the one who stepped up and slapped the girl into silence.

  She bound Stacie’s wrists.

  Tore her clothes off of her.

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sp; Slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth and pushed her toward our bedroom.

  Fuck it was hot.

  Barbie taunted her until Stacie was soaking wet and ready.

  We fucked her then. No surprise there.

  But she fought me every step of the way. Not because she was saying no. Not because this wasn’t what she wanted.

  That’s not Stacie. She never said no.

  She fought me, fought us because she wanted more. She wanted it harder. Rougher.

  So that’s what we gave her.

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  JACK HERE: again, I had to edit out the very graphic detail of he exactly he fucked Stacie.

  * * *

  At the end, we tore the tape off her mouth and while my cock was in her pussy and my hands around her neck, Barbie played with her nipples and kissed her breath away.

  There was a moment between Barbie and I, when we paused for a brief moment and looked at each other.

  She looked at Stacie, staring her deep in the eyes before looking back at me.

  I’ll never forget the words Stacie said in that moment, with my fingers pressed tightly around her throat.

  As I orgasm, is what she’d said. Breathe me in deep and then I’ll always be there, in that moment.

  Fuuuck.

  I pounded into her hard, tightened my grip and Barbie’s mouth closed over her lips.

  I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you Barbie and I had the most passionate and explosive sex following Stacie’s death.

  It was never the same afterwards.

  Don’t get me wrong, we had sex…but it was never like that.

  We left shortly after that. We both gave our notices. We said something to the effect it was a family emergency and when anyone asked about Stacie, we told them she’d left for home ahead of us.

  No one questioned us.

  No on came to the house looking for her.

  No one stopped us from leaving.

  In fact, we were pulled over on the highway as she drove away from the diner.

  The cop wanted to say goodbye to Barbie personally, giving her an envelope with some extra tip money from the station since she’d grown to be their favorite waitress and wanted to do anything they could to help out.

  Wasn’t that nice of them?

  Our first murder and they gave us money to leave town. Gotta love those folks. Did you know, for two years after, Barbie would send little notecards to the station, making up fake stories about what she was doing, where she was going, how her family was?

  It was all a game to her.

  A big fucking game. God, I miss it. I miss her.

  13

  KEN TO JACK:

  * * *

  Where is her body? Oh…I probably should mention that, shouldn’t I?

  Do you want to know what the house looked like to? Who knows, maybe it’s still there.

  We buried her in the garden out back.

  It was a large vegetable garden and the owners would often come to tend to it during the days while we worked.

  The ground was wet and only half the garden had been planted. The older couple had actually dropped by the week before and both Barbie and Stacie offered to finish planting the remaining seeds for them.

  So it was quite easy, to be honest.

  I dug as deep as I could and then we planted Stacie beneath what should have turned into a very healthy crop of pumpkins, I think. Or lettuce. I actually don’t remember what seeds we planted over her body.

  Was there remorse?

  What do you think, Jack?

  Fuck no. No regrets.

  Never any regrets. Except for one.

  I’ll share that with you too.

  It’s the least I could do since you freed my hand for me.

  14

  KEN:

  * * *

  Thirteen kills. That’s the number they threw at us when they finally arrested us.

  Now you know there were really fourteen.

  But for those thirteen, the where and when always changed but the how and why never did.

  Where: that all depended on where we ended up. You remember I said we preferred small towns? I didn’t like. We never killed within a city. It was always a small town where we were able to stay for a few months. No longer than six. If we couldn’t find a job, we’d move on. Sometimes we’d do a little break and entering before we left, kind of like a last minute fuck you to the town, you know?

  When: whenever we felt like it. We weren’t scouting out babysitters every day or every town even. But every so often the need for Stacie returned. We missed her. She was a part of our lives, part of our hearts and we’d get that soul-thirst need to have her with us again.

  Why: you heard what I just said, right? Because we needed to relieve that memory of Stacie.

  Barbie was adamant that we never get one that looked like Stacie. There could be similarities but it was like she was afraid to completely rip the bandaid off her heart. As long as the girls we took were a little different, its as still fun and games.

  As to the how part. That’s what you all ready know.

  So how about I just walk you through what happened to our last babysitter. You might understand why Barbie did what she did once you get the whole picture.

  Remember, no one has known the whole picture till now.

  Don’t think I’m stupid either, I know the one burning question was why did we get caught after so many successful deaths.

  I’ll tell you why.

  Because of me.

  It was my fault.

  I don’t think Barbie ever forgave me for it either. I hope she did, but a part of me knows she died hating me.

  Fuck, I wouldn’t expect anything less from her.

  We’d been in town for three weeks. It’s was one of the small American towns with large flags all over the place. There were band parades every weekend, bake-offs and a general honest-to-goodness sense of community.

  We should have left right away.

  Looking back, I wish we had.

  It was like history decided to repeat itself.

  I was having lunch with Barbie at a small diner on the main street of town and in walks this teenager followed by two young kids.

  The teen took both our breathes away.

  Tall. Long blond hair. Dimples. Smile to brighten the room.

  Barbie whispered one word to me. No. But I knew she meant yes.

  She couldn’t keep her eyes off the girl. She was mesmerized, enthralled and I knew, god how I knew, in that moment, she was lost.

  By the time the girl left and Barbie was back on shift, the wheels in my head were turning.

  You see, all I wanted was to make my girl happy.

  And for the past six months, she’d been anything but.

  The anniversary of Stacie’s death was around the corner and Barbie was…well, she was depressed.

  I knew we had to find another girl.

  I knew that we’d be killing that girl on the night of Stacie’s death.

  I knew we’d be leaving town right after.

  And now I knew what girl would help to heal Barbie’s heart.

  I mentioned it to her that night and again, she said no. We had a type. A type that wasn’t like Stacie. If we do anything different, that’s when we’d slip up.

  I knew what she was saying but I didn’t agree.

  We’d already gotten away with eleven murders.

  This one would be no different.

  Even though Barbie said no, the way she made love to me that night it was like she was telling me yes.

  Yes, this is what we needed to do.

  Yes, this was the girls.

  Yes, this was how we feel Stacie with us again.

  There was a sense of panic to her touch, to her kiss and I knew I needed to do anything and everything I could to make her calm.

  So I did.

  I found out who the girl was by accident.

  She was putting up flyers all over town giving her number fo
r babysitting.

  It was like God put her directly into my path. I couldn’t walk away from it. Couldn’t ignore it.

  It was the anniversary of Stacie’s death.

  So I stopped her and introduced myself. Gave her my sexy smile and knew I had her attention from the moment her cheeks bloomed bright red and her chest puffed out a little.

  God, what I couldn’t get to lose myself in a woman’s breasts again. Even for a minute.

  I told her my girlfriend’s younger sister was coming for a visit and we were looking for someone willing stay the night while we both worked night shifts.

  I also mentioned we were willing to pay extra for that.

  Her eyes lit up at the idea of making extra money just to sleep over at someone’s house.

  In the past we liked to have the girls over a few times to get to know them.

  We’d invite them over to watch a movie, or have dinner or just to chat. We’d offer to pay them for their time too. Barbie would pour on the sob story of how important her sister was to her and how she needed to know the person before trusting with her sister’s care. We wanted the girls at ease with us and they generally were.

  During one of these visits might be when we decide it was time.

  Or we’d play it that one of us were leaving for our shift, the other was on their way back from picking up the sister and would she mind waiting at the house since we’d have to go to work right after.

  Sometimes I was the one picking up the imagined sister.

  Sometimes it was Barbie.

  Either way, the girl wasn’t expect back home until the morning hours, leaving us more than enough time to play with them and then kill them before we’d have to leave town in a rush.

  It’s amazing we never got caught.

  I invited the girl to come by our house for dinner and perhaps stay to watch a movie. I explained how Barbie really wanted to get to know whoever was going to be watching her sister and I mentioned we’d be more than willing to pay for her time.

  I gave her directions and then ran to the diner to pick up Barbie.