Lake-3: Summertime
"It's a wonderful, wonderful life," thought Alex, lying on the beach. Two days ago he had arrived in the Crimean. After his second adventure, he decided to leave his native town for a few weeks. Hunting at home is a dangerous venture. He thought he had to hide. And besides, his dream was beginning to come true! His dream was sea hunt. Before leaving his town, he had bought an aqualung with two small balloons and a harpoon. He arranged the license, he even became a member of a club. Funny, are there many rivers with water as transparent as here? He used his gear to swim along the bays. Marvelous! Like flying! But, he didn't picture only fish and seaweed...
Alex lifted his sunglasses and scanned the beach. It wasn't crowded. A girl was lying not far from him. She moved and slowly sat up. Alex attentively watched her walk to the edge of the water. "Time for me to go, too," he said to himself, rising to his feet. The shore here was scarred with lots of natural bays - and one could only get here by sea. It was an ideal place for hunt.
Damned kids. They were interested. Followed by the greedy stares of the children, Alex packed his belt bag, put on his gear and dived into the sea.
He swam away from the shore near the bottom. Suddenly he noticed something moving above him. Yes, it was that very girl. Alex started rising. He was now five meters below her. She looked nice. Alex took out his camera. He had lots of such pictures, but he didn't mind shooting some more. There were very good shots among the others. The girl stopped swimming and was now lying on the water, slowly moving her limbs. An excellent target. Alex remembered his childish fantasies. But no, at least not now. Although the harpoon is here, hidden at the bottom (together with the knife), but there are too many witnesses. One has to be careful in his choice. For example, he rents a house together with two girls. Students, and evidently not nuns. Why not? Think it over! Or wait for a chance.
Alex turned around and swam to the depths. There, at the bottom, he removed the stone and took out his harpoon, quiver and knife. He won't probably need them in the near future, but... "Chance is unreliable, but generous," Alex repeated the phrase he had read in a book.
He swam, thinking. Maybe it's better to forget about all that? What you really need is a good portion of healthy sex. Could it be the way out? It's evident you'll make a mistake sooner or later. All serial killers had been caught. Oh no, enough. If you think like that, you'll be scared, and fear is not a good helper.
Alex wasn't scared, he felt only felt invincible. The time to be scared had not yet come. He was only beginning to realize that he had set his feet on a path with one way ticket. He could leave the path, but only if he had a sufficient shift. Like a smoker needs lollipops instead of his cigarettes.
Al returned to the shore at the bay with a road not far from it, where he had left his rented car. Throwing the gear into the boot, Al set off to the nearest town, where the diving club was located. Having filled up his balloons, he went home.
It was quiet in the rented house. The hostess, a stout woman of fifty, had probably gone to the bazaar. Alex entered his room and began unpacking his things, when he heard someone walk behind him. It was one of the students. Fairly tall, dark hair in a braid, beautiful black eyes. Her tits were round and her legs were long. Her name was Sveta.
"My skin is burnt," she said, "so I stay indoors. It's so boring..." She noticed his gear and asked, "You swim underneath? Must be very exciting! How is it there?"
"Fine," said Alex dryly.
"Hey, I simply dived and it was great, and you say fine," she went on. "Alex, will you let me try your gear?"
"Maybe. It's not an easy thing to do." He smiled. She's a silly girl. But a pretty one.
Sveta gave him a curious look.
"Would you mind me sitting here with you? Kate is at the beach, and I'm so bored here... tell me about the sea."
"Well, I feel so free down there. As though I'm slowly flying above the earth. And very lonely. Very little fish, only shells and crabs at the bottom. And people swimming above. You know, some people swim very beautifully, some don't."
"I should think you only look at women," she smiled.
"Why, it's very beautiful. And there is even such a genre - underwater photography. Wanna see?"
"Sure," she nodded her head.
Alex took a cluster of pictures out of his suitcase. He had copied them from the internet and then printed.
"Here. I'll go cook something. Care for some juice?"
"Yep."
Alex went into the kitchen, took a couple of eggs and some sausage. Makes a perfect omelet.
When he returned back into his room, carrying glasses and a pack of juice, Sveta had already finished looking through the pictures. Alex took a chair and offered her a glass.
"It's beautiful," she said. Alex smiled. Girls really looked great in the water. And even if Sveta hadn't felt the erotic which any men would see in these pictures, she surely must have been noticed beauty. Nevertheless, the sea accented the perfection of a woman's body, but without sex. Even a completely nude girl didn't excite much. Sveta must have also felt that.
"By the way, I also take pictures," said Alex. "But usually secretly, this is more natural. The model has to behave freely and naturally."
"May I have a look at your pictures?"
"Not yet, I need to develop them."
"Cool. What are your plans for tonight? We wanted to go to a club, but it's not safe alone. Wanna join us?"
"We'll see."
"We'll see what?" asked Sveta with a smile.
"Your behavior," he answered and laughed.
Kate returned in the evening. The girls had a little talk in their room, and then knocked ion his door, giggling.
"Come in!" said Alex. He sat on his bed reading a magazine.
"Hi," said Sveta, "meet Kate." The skinny blonde stretched her hand to him. Alex sat up and shook it.
"My name is Alexey."
"You wanted to go to the club with us, Alex. Hope you haven't changed your mind."
"Of course not."
"And, Alex, can Kate, uh, take a look at the pictures?"
"Here you are." Alex took the cluster and gave it to Kate. "You can take it to your room, and return later."
"Thank you," said Kate. Then they left. Alex looked at the closing door. The girls, like fish, gobbled the bait and were now moving round him in circles. He only needs to wait.
The club was crowded. Alex bought something to drink, and they drank and danced all night long. After some time the girls would cling to Alex, which excited him very much. They went home, Alex locked the door and kisses Sveta. Kate, losing no time, kicked off her shoes and, wiggling, took off her jeans and top. Sveta slipped down, on her knees, unzipping Alex's trousers. All the tree quickly undressed and fell on the bed. "Shit, I can't get excited," thought Alex, "I must do something!" He started to remember the wide-open eyes of Oxana, she screams. The chainsaw, cutting her leg which then fell on the floor. "Ah, everything's alright now." Sveta was under him, he was squeezing her tits, exploring her body. He thought of Lenka, slowly oozing down the metal spike, groaning in terrible pain. Everything's ok. Someone, probably Kate, gave him a pack of condoms. He opened it with his teeth and put on a condom. All went well.
They enjoyed love. Alex felt at the same time relaxed and tensed. He no longer needed to imagine anything, and all the inferiority complexes, all the ties that had been suffocating him seemed to have vanished. He felt free. Strange, that it was possible. But it still wasn't enough. He imagined a sharp harpoon plunging into this pretty belly, right below the bellybutton, these slim legs tremble in agony, these hands clutch the stem of the harpoon. And he immediately felt orgasm coming up. The feeling was so strong that Alex understood: everything remained the same. He's a real man, but his passion is still with him, like an addition, like a drug.
Sveta also felt a wave of pleasure coming up. And at the same time Alex doubled the speed. Yes, yes, yes... Ooooohhhh! Their bodies shook together. Sveta was so weak that she didn't feel Alex and Kate caress her. Kate lay next to her, spreading her legs. Sveta hugged Alex from behind, feeling his strength. Endless night...
Two hours later they were lying in silence. They couldn't sleep. Alex was in the middle, hugging the girls.
"May I ask you?" Kate turned to Alex. "Sveta said you take pictures, too. We can be your models. And you will teach us how to swim with the aqualung. Ok?"
"When are you leaving?"
"Next week. We want something... unusual."
"We can try. Are you shy?"
"And what's your opinion?"
"Could you pose naked?"
"Well, if you're not going to show it to anyone..."
"Of course not, it's my private picture collection. I'll keep it as a memory. Of you."
"Fine, then. Right, Sveta?"
"Dunno."
"Hey, quit this, you old spinster. At least now."
"Okay, I'll try."
Alex held his breath. It would be the movie he had dreamed about. And everything would be clear.
"Okay, we'll try to shoot the day after tomorrow. Where do you usually swim?"
"At the beach."
"A bay is better. You need to swim, but it's much better than the beach. There, try to swim nude. You need to get used to it, to relax. And by the way, it's much more comfortable to swim there. Freedom."
"We'll try, but why the day after tomorrow?"
"You know, I've got some business to do, and you need to have some practice. Try to swim to the bottom, test your breath."
Stupid girls, he thought.
Two days later, in the evening, Alex came to the beach. He looked around. Nobody. He had been looking for an appropriate bay all day long, and none of the bays he found suited him. But here he felt it was finally the bay he had been looking for.
There were only two or three topless women warming on the sand. There was not a single person in the next bay. Surely no one would swim this far except these shy women. There was no path. Everything was perfect. Alex returned to his car and covered it with a large rug. He took his bag and went to the edge of the water. Having tied the bag to a rock, he lowered it down, to the bay. He undressed and put on the gear, dived into the water and swam to the rock, coming to the surface near it. There he could wait.
He watched the women calmly - the cold water didn't arouse much. He wondered when they would finally go for a swim, for he was beginning to feel cold.
These two days had very unusual nights. The two girls turned out to be very experienced in the matters of sex and would do things that Alex could hardly accept. Well, he realized that summertime was summertime, that such acquaintances were for sex only, but too much of a good thing was bad. One girl would be okay, but two girls exhausted him.
Half an hour later Alex decided to swim a little. We dived and turned on his aqualung. Having warmed up a little, he returned to his rock. Soon afterwards the girls began packing their things, the bags and rugs, put them on their air mattress and carefully pushed into the water. Alex was recording their preparations with a trembling heart, slowly swimming deeper. The girls looked nice in the water - three pairs of slim legs, they moved like ballerinas. The water revealed their bodied further and further. When it reached their necks, they began swimming. The girls passed by Alex, and he felt the pressure of water coming from their legs. Alex swam below them. Very carefully he approached the mattress and pierced it. Everything remained the same for a while, then the mattress lost its shape and began drowning. The young women stopped. Their bags and other stuff began drowning, too! Alex grasped one and pulled it down. He went on recording the girls, how they realized one bag was missing and how its owner dived trying to find it. It was a magnificent view. With long hair and naked tits, she looked like a mermaid. She was going deeper and deeper.
Alex felt the familiar wave of excitement overwhelm him. It's going to be a great video! Much better than the bestest movie in the world.
Still recording the pretty swimmer, he swam down. The naked body in the viewfinder appeared larger and larger. Alex took his sharp long knife and showed it into the camera. This was for the plot.
He caught the girl when she was scanning the bottom in search for her bag. Alex hocked her panties with his knife and cut them. The young woman turned around, saw him and leaped up, when he plunged his knife right above her bellybutton. She girl's body jerked in pain. Alex quickly drove the wound down, cutting her belly directly to her groin. The victim screamed, the bubbles of air rushed upwards. Taking her hands from the terrible wound, the poor thing swam to the surface. The dark bloody train followed her. Alex followed her, recording the intestines falling out of her belly. Her caught her by the guts, keeping her underwater. The girl stupidly wiggled in circles. The rest of the air emerged from her chest, her legs and arms were now moving chaotically. Alex looked up and saw another girl - she must have dived to help her friend. He moved aside and recorded the girl catch her friend by the hair and pull her up. Alex shouldered his arms and shoot. The harpoon pierced the girl's left breast. She grasped the arrow, and the next moment she was slowly drowning in the sea, the air emerging from her mouth. The arrowhead was sticking out of her back.
The third girl decided not to wait for her friends and get away. She was swimming away as fast as she could. Alex dashed after her.
Anne was swimming to the shore; her fear was so strong that she was speaking aloud. Irene and Esperanza, having dived, disappeared - only the bubbled on the surface suggested something terrible. She felt with all her skin that there was something in the water. Her arms and legs, paralyzed with fear, couldn't move quickly. She reached the rock. "Mummy, save me, this can't be true, I don't believe it, it's a nightmare." Her feet found a little flat spot beneath the water. She climbed on it and, raising her arms, clutched the stone, trying to pull herself up. She was now hanging in the air on her hands. "Mummy-y-y..." She looked over her shoulder. About twenty meters away were the remains of their mattress. Nobody around. She stretched up, and suddenly heard a sound, like a click, and the next moment something hit her back. The pain! Terrible pain! The girl screamed. Her body began swinging. She looked down, and nearly fainted: between her pretty tits was a thick iron arrow with a notched arrowhead. A little stream of red blood was flowing down her belly. Penetrating the panties, the stream then flowed down her leg and began falling into the water. "Oh no, I don't want to die, I don't want at all."
Alex was recording the hanging girl. She was clinging at the rock and wiggled like a little worm. The drops of blood were falling from her toes. Cool! The girl was now hanging on her right hand, grasping the harpoon with the left. That's a good view. Her life was oozing away from her in drops. Her head bent to the left, then her fingers unclenched and she fell into the waves with a heavy splosh. Alex also dived and began recording her agony. She was slowly going down, her limbs were moving in disorder. At the bottom Alex swam back to the two girls. He took a close-up of them and then switched off his camera.
He realized that the absence of the girls would be noticed either that very day (if they had friends) or next morning, when the hosts will find their guests missing. What could he do? Someone might have known they were here, so Alex had to hide their corpses. He scanned the bottom. Nothing likely. Damn! Ah, here it is.
About fifty meters below the shore was a little cave. He pulled the bodies there and carefully put them into the cave. He also put all of their things there. Then he found a few large rocks and blocked the entrance to the cave. It looked very natural.
Alex swam to the shore. He yet had to climb the rock.
He returned home late at night, tired. Connecting the camera to the television, he looked through the video. It looked nice. He switched it off.
It was quiet in the house. The girls were away, and the hostess was in the orchard. He was sleepy... His eyes closed...
Alex dreamed he was hunting underwater. He was fighting with a victim and suddenly he ran out of air. He couldn't let the victim go, and he had to swim to the surface. Breathe! Alex woke up.
"Let me go! Wake up, Alex!"
Alex was holding Sveta in his arms. She was lying on him and watched him suspiciously. This is why he couldn't breathe.
"Oh. I'm sorry," he said. "I had a bad dream." He kissed her lips. "Sorry."
"You were sleeping, and I just wanted to... You grasped me, and your face was so scary."
"A nightmare. How was your day?"
"Fine. We were taking sunbaths. Come, let's have dinner."
"Well, that sound pretty exciting," he smiled.
Sveta laughed and opened the door.
The dinner was delicious. Alex looked at the table and said, "I'll be right back." He returned a moment later with a bottle of red wine, opened it and placed on the table. Kate brought three glasses and poured the wine. The drank some and began eating.
"How about going for a swim with you?" asked Sveta, drilling him with the glance of the chocolate eyes. "But you must send us a copy. The friend will go mad."
"We tried to swim naked yesterday," said Kate. "You're right, that feels so nice. As though you're a part of the sea and it caresses you like... you know..."
Alex was at a loss. On the one hand, the two pretty girls were a wonderful plot for his movie. On the other hand, the risk was too high. He had to think it over. Why not?
"Okay, okay!" he laughed. "If you want it so much, we'll do it tomorrow."
"Cool!"
"Thanks for the dinner, it was splendid."
"By the way, what about tonight?"
"I, uh, think that we'd better go to sleep. You're going to do a lot of swimming tomorrow, you should have some rest."
"Well, all right... Good night..."
"And please don't go anywhere tonight. See you!"
"And what about a kiss goodnight?" said Kate. He kissed her quickly and stepped aside, saying "good night", and then went back to his room.
"What a bastard," Sveta said quietly. "I can't stand him."
"And what if...?"
"Well, it's better than nothing..."
The two girls hugged one another.
... They were slowly swimming along the shore. The nearest bays had people, the next one was empty but Alex decided to move farther. The girls agreed. Soon they found a nice small bay, which Alex had chosen before. They couldn't be seen from the rocks, and people weren't likely to swim that far.
"Here we are," he said, moving to the shore. They drank some vine. Alex enjoyed the feeling of power he experienced looking at the pretty girls. Mounting the movie about Oxana and Lenka, he realized that direct violence isn't that much fun as watching it. Direct violence is dirty, stinky, wet. When you rip open her stomach - enjoy the smell of the intestines. The smell of vomit is much nicer. On the screen it's quite different. And when you're watching a movie about a maniac, you think about how he'd do her better, not about how you'd do her better. For your pleasure.
Here. You have two actresses. A blonde and a brunette. You should choose how to kill them beautifully and sexily. Those three looked nice, but this should not be repeated. Okay. Sveta and Kate. One should be killed instantly, and the other can be played with. With whom? He watched the girls, imagining their reactions.
Alex began preparing his gear. Kate asked him whether he would let her try it. He said that he certainly would, after the shooting. Then he gave them the plan:
"First, swim to the center of the bay. There swim on the surface, in circles. Then dive as deep as you can. Underwater, swim and do others thing. Play tag, tear away your bikinis."
"I see." Sveta looked into his bag. She took out the box of his camera. "What for are these belts?"
"To attach the camera to the arm. It has automatic focus."
"Oh, is this thing for a gun?"
Alex looked at her quickly. Sveta was holding his harpoon in her hands and carefully touched the arrowhead.
"It's damn sharp."
"Yes, I have a gun. Sometimes when I'm lucky I catch fish."
"Poor fish. Just imagine: you're swimming and suddenly - bang!" She slightly pushed the harpoon in Kate's back.
"Are you crazy? That hurts!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. But where's the gun?"
"At home," said Alex.
"You nasty little thing. I'm so interested."
Alex shrugged his shoulders and smiled with a confused face.
"Shall we begin?" he asked.
"Yep," they answered.
Alex went to the rock and took his camera. The girls went to the edge of the water. Kate stretched out her beautiful leg and tested the water as though she didn't know it was cold or warm. The girls began undressing. Having put on the navy-blue bikinis, they waved their hands to the camera and jumped into the sea.
Alex went along the rock. The camera recorded him approaching to the sea. The girls were in the water waiting for him. Alex put the camera in the box, put on his gear and joined the girls. They swam away from the shore, to the deep center of the bay. Alex quickly swam back to the rock, took his gun and his knife, the two harpoons and returned back.
The water was perfectly transparent. From the bottom. Alex watched the girls stop above him. Sveta was the first to dive. Alex recorded her moving along the bottom, as though searching for something. Kate followed her. The girls played and jokingly fought at the bottom, caught each other and let go again. Very naturally they took off each other's bras, and their lilywhite tits rocked like pendulums when the girls swam. Wonderful. It was high time to start the ball rolling.
The girls were at the bottom. Kate was swimming up when Sveta grasped her panties and pulled them off. Alex shot.
The harpoon rushed past Sveta and plunged Kate's torso near the bellybutton. The girl grasped the arrow, a few large bubbles of air emerging from her mouth dashed to the surface. Sveta looked at her friend in surprise: it wasn't easy to see anything without underwater glasses. Alex shot again, this time the iron arrow his the girl's left tit, tearing her nipple apart. She exhaled the last drops of air in agony, her beautiful legs still moved, as though she were swimming, dead.
Alex rushed to Sveta. The girl, having understood what was going on, reached the surface and swam to the shore. He caught up with her near the shore, and while he was taking off his gear, the trembling girl appeared. Sveta looked at the rocks and realized it was a deathtrap. The girl looked at him. Alex made her move to the rock, holding the knife in front of her face.
"Don't do that," said Sveta in a harsh voice. "Alex, what's the matter with you?"
"You're going to be my goldfish." He took the arrow and placed it in the gun. "My goldfish."
"No, Alex, listen, please, don't do that! I won't tell anyone, please!"
Alex pointed the gun and her. She stared at him, licking her lips frequently.
"Alex..."
"Take off your panties," he ordered.
The girl began to slowly take her panties off.
"Don't even think of it," said Alex - she was trying to take a stone. "Put your hands over your head."
Sveta obeyed. Her tits looked awfully nice. She stood before him - sexy, pretty, young. There were drops of water on her skin. Alex felt his dick hardening.
"Have you got a last word?"
"Why?"
Alex shot. The arrow plunged her chest and scratched the rock. The girl coughed and blood emerged from her mouth. Her legs couldn't hold her anymore, so she slipped down, scratching the rock with the arrowhead. The girl was now lying on her side, her feet moving as though she was walking. Alex put the camera on a large stone, approached the dying girl and took off his clothes. Holding her by the butt, he pulled her body to him and plunged his dick in her pussy. The girl didn't react.
When he came, Alex pulled the body to the sea and threw it in the waves. For a few minutes he recoded the sea play with the girl, rocking her. Then he packed his and their things, washed off the blood on the rocks. He was very tired, there was of lot of work to do - hide the corpses, get away quietly so that no one noticed him. But it wasn't very difficult. The main thing was patience. Patience and attention. And he would never be found...
Original Author: Archer (1999).