The End

Dear reader, I haven't been entirely honest with you in that I made an additional phone call to the one mentioned in the previous chapter. It was to a certain pet shop. Once my brother John understood that we had a serious problem concerning his partner's daughter, he forwarded my call to my ex wife. I gave her the full grizzly story and she said she'd come over as soon as her latest lover had finished cumming all over her. She was as good as her word. Indeed, she was still wiping the jiz off as I opened the door to her. She greeted me with a hearty, "Morning Gerald. Why the fuck are you opening the door to me stark bollock naked?"

"To let you in of course, Diane; how else were you going to get in; ooze through the letterbox?" (It felt really good to be arguing with this sexy little minx again).

"I mean, what's with the strip tease, not that I'm feeling at all teased by the way, just in case you're wondering?"

"It's to distract Linda from guessing what I'm resolved to do to bring her insane killing spree to an end."

"Yeah, well I can see how that would work. I mean, there’s certainly nothing in the least suspicious about a stark bollock naked father welcoming his daughter home, is there! Anyway, there's nothing insane about killing, merely insane reasons to kill, which clearly this isn't. I agree, she has to be forcibly stopped. How were you intending to bring her down by the way?"

"Not so much "by the way" as by the throat" I said, retrieving the coiled scarlet cord from under the cushion. Diane immediately understood the implication of the cord and hurst out laughing.

"You prize shmuck" she exclaimed. "You've gone and got knots in your coil."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"It is if your trying to spring an ambush but have to ask your victim to wait while you untangle half a dozen clove-hitches and a granny. Give it here!" I watched as the lovely Diane dextrously un-knotted the cord. When she'd finished doing so, she wrapped the ends of the cord around her hands as I had done and as she did so, a smile lit up her face. Not an angelic smile though. No, this was a demonic one. The same one I saw on my daughter's face when she gleefully told me of how she'd killed Laura. "You do know that I'm going to have to be the one to do it, don't you" she said, very mater of factly. I nodded. I knew I could never kill anyone; I could only marry and beget killers.

With that little matter settled, Diane started to undress. "Excuse me but.....why are you undressing, I asked.

"To distract her mind away from realising I'm out to kill the murdering little bitch. I take it you've fucked her? Good! With any luck, we'll be able to seduce her into having a family threesome with us, during the course of which I'll get behind her and do the deed." She said those last few words with so much relish that I felt constrained to ask, "Did you ever love Linda?"

With a sad shake of her lovely head that made her long golden tresses sway from side to side across her angelic face, she replied "No. She was always my rival. At first, she was my rival for your love and attention. Later, she was my rival in securing little furry animals to strangle. I reckon that if your brother had been a paedophile, she'd have been a willing rival for his affection too. She was always between us, Gerald. Perhaps it's only fitting that she'll be between us as she dies."

I hoped that wouldn't physicslly be the case but there was nothing more to say. We sat stark naked on the sofa together, not speaking and not touching, the scarlet cord now being used to tie back Diane's long golden tresses in a large ornate bow that would readily come undone when required - as indeed it did. Our plan worked like a dream, although to me, it felt more like a nightmare. Linda came home, found Diane and I stark naked and couldn't wait to join in the fun by once more coming between us - which made it pretty tricky getting up the stairs to my bedroom. The stress I was feeling over what I was about to be a part of rendered me impotent. This got Linda using her hands and pretty mouth in a futile attempt to arouse my stubbornly dormant cock. It was as she was coming up for air that I saw the scarlet noose slip over her head and pulled fatally tight around her slim white neck. Of course, all hell then broke loose and I could barely watch. In fact, most of the time, I didn’t; but there was no way I could avoid hearing the choking, the slapping sound of skin impacting on skin and naked feet drumming on the floor. At one point, I did glance towards them. Linda's face was swollen and looked as scarlet as the cord, now so tight around her throat that it appeared to be sinking into it. Diane's face was faring little better. It was grotesquely contorted by the effort she was expending on garotting our daughter; but the athletic stance her shapely thighs were taking, plus the way her full yet pendulous breasts swung as she wrestled our fast fading child down onto her knees left me enthralled by her mature, womanly magnificence.

I then looked away again and dared not look back until all had gone quiet. Diane was smiling to herself as she expertly coiled up the scartet cord without forming any knots whatsoever. Linda was just an open mouthed corpse with it's tongue sticking out. In fact, what lay on my bedroom floor wasn’t my daughter anymore. Linda was most definitely gone.

I would have loved this sorry saga to have had a rip roaring finish with my ex wife and I copulating all over the place - but that never happened. Instead, Diane became the very model of efficency. She took care of everything, including the dumping of Linda and Laura's bodies in separate places so that when found, it would be assumed that they were just two more tragic victims of some crazed serial killer, which I suppose they were really.