Snuff Letter – Erotic Murder Investigation

I step into the apartment which shows traces of violent struggle. Trash and broken furniture lie along the walls. I walk further into the apartment and feel the smell the dead pussy. It is a sweet and heavy smell and my cock hardens as the scent gets stronger. Whoever has died seems to have emptied her cunt of all its fluids.

I step into the kitchen and is met by a total chaos. Three women in short dresses lie dead on the floor in degrading positions. A dark-haired woman sits against the wall with a kitchen knife rammed up her hairy pussy. A short-haired younger woman lies dead, frozen in a doggystyle-like position, exposing her pussy. Then we have you, as the crown of the work. You lie on your back in a puddle of piss with your stiff legs wildly parted. A thick rope is wrapped around your neck and your eyes stares empty into oblivion. One hand grips your pussy in a frozen cramp while the other lies limp in an attempt to reach for rescue. Your eyes are wide open and it is obvious that you fought desperately until the last breath.

I’m trying to figure out how you and the other two women died. I bend down and inspect the younger woman. I part her labia and feel how the smell of her dead pussy hits me like a train. There are traces of semen and judging by her bright red face, she seems to have suffocated while being raped. I take a careful photo of her body for reference and proceed to the dark-haired woman. Her face is frozen in a painful grimace. Her dress is rolled up over her legs and reveals her bloody cunt.