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She cried and complained through the whole ordeal. "Don’t worry, Chrissy," he said, "it’ll all be over soon enough."
"I’ll be right back," Robbie said, heading for the door. "Don’t kill her yet. I want to watch." Marco didn’t respond. He was too busy enjoying himself. He wondered how he had gone nearly forty years without experiencing such a distinctive pleasure. Simply knowing that he was about to murder the girl exponentially increased the pleasure of fucking her.
She couldn’t see him reaching for her, so she was surprised when his hands wrapped around her throat from behind. She started to cough and gasp for air almost immediately. Marco enjoyed the sounds she made, the soft, feminine whimpers. Still fucking her asshole, he tightened his grip still further, completely cutting off her airflow. After a few seconds of this she was panicked, squirming futilely beneath him. He began to wonder if he could coincide his orgasm with her death throes.
Just then Robbie re-entered the room carrying a miniature gardening chainsaw he had gotten from his truck. "Dammit, man, I said don’t kill her yet."
Marco released his grip and Chrissy sucked deep breaths of air. "We’re not going to kill her with that," he said.
"I know that, it’s for after. We’ll move her into the tub and dismember her."
"Alright, but that thing was built for pruning. I don’t know if it’ll do the job."
"It’ll work fine, she’s thin."
Marco shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t appreciate the interruption, especially because it could have waited until he was done. Now the girl had recovered and he would have to strangle her all over again. Which, now that he thought of it, was perhaps not such a bad thing after all. He took the opportunity to rest his hands, which were starting to cramp a little, and to pull his cock out of her asshole. Her ass was nice, but he wanted some pussy as well. Keeping her on her stomach, he simply switched holes, sliding himself into her cunt doggie style. Chrissy was so demoralized at this point that she didn’t even protest.
Not wanting to use his hands to strangle her, Marco rearranged Robbie’s noose to make a suitable garrote. It was too thick really. A garrote should be thin to put more force on a smaller area. But all that meant was that the girl would die more slowly, which was okay with him. "This is it, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear, eliciting a delicious whimper of fear. He pulled the rope tight and it dug deep into her throat, causing her to make coughing noises. He started fucking her pussy harder, enjoying the friction of her flesh as he slid in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Robbie had pulled out his dick and was masturbating furiously from a chair, staring intently at Chrissy’s agonized face. Marco tried not to look at him as he found it off-putting.
After about five minutes Chrissy started wheezing, or trying to. Every once in a while she would manage to snatch a tiny breath, but it wasn’t enough to keep her going. Marco could feel her weakening, and it turned him on even more. He fucked her like he had never fucked anyone in his life. Furiously, brutally, he rammed his tingling member into her pussy again and again. Marco briefly wondered if she felt any pain down there, or if the burning agony of the strangulation overwhelmed all other senses. It didn’t really matter to him one way or the other. Soon enough she wouldn’t feel anything anyway.
Her face turned bright red as the ordeal went on, and her eyes started to roll up into her head. Her tiny pink tongue began to dart wildly out of her mouth, desperate for oxygen. Both men knew it was only a matter of time now. Fucking her as hard as he possibly could, Marco finally felt her death throes. That sent a powerful ripple of pleasure through his body and he came so hard that he couldn’t help but cry out. It took thirty seconds of pumping before his balls were completely evacuated into the now dead girl, and by the time it was over he was more satisfied than he had ever been in his life.
After a moment’s rest, he pulled himself out of her and rolled her over. Her jaw hung loosely open and her eyes stared glassily into space. He knew she was dead, but just to be safe he put a finger to her wrist and checked for a pulse. There was none. It was over.
Just then Robbie ran up to the bed, still jacking himself off. He had been a little behind Marco and was now ready to ejaculate. He grabbed Chrissy by the head and shoved his cock into her unresisting mouth. After five firm thrusts he came, then dropped her head back onto the mattress. His cum, mixed with her saliva, ran back out of her mouth and onto the bed-sheet.
The men rested for a few minutes, not speaking. Finally Robbie picked up the chainsaw. "Well," he said, "I guess it’s cleanup time."
She was light enough that Marco had no trouble lifting her. He carried her to the bathroom, her limbs hanging limply, and dropped her unceremoniously into the bathtub. Then he turned the shower on hot. Robbie had the pruner saw running already, but Marco wasn’t ready for it. He had Robbie get some bleach from the laundry room. While he was gone, Marco removed the girl’s wristwatch and earrings and slipped them into his pocket. They would probably bring him something at a pawn shop. He then used the detachable shower nozzle to clean the corpse as thoroughly as he could. When Robbie returned, Marco tilted the girl’s head back and filled her mouth with bleach. He let it sit there for five minutes, then rinsed her mouth out with the nozzle.
"Time to gargle," Robbie remarked. Marco ignored him. He spread her labia as wide as he could and poured bleach into her pussy, then did the same to her anus. After a suitable amount of soaking time had passed, he began to rinse her out. Since she was dead, their was no need to worry about hurting the poor girl, so he pushed the nozzle as far into her vagina as it would go. That turned out to be quite far, and he had to pull hard to extract it when he was done. He repeated the process with her anus, giving her a thorough rinse there as well.
"I don’t think I’ll be using this shower anymore," commented Robbie.
"Or at least not this nozzle," replied Marco.
They decided that she was as clean as she was going to get and that it was time to get down to business. Robbie grabbed her left ankle and lifted her leg out of the tub, positioning it so as to give Marco the best possible angle. Marco brought the pruner saw to where her thigh met her pelvis, then pressed down, letting the saw do the work. Although it wasn’t a true chainsaw, it was surprisingly effective, gnawing through the girl’s flesh and tendons with ease. Marco could immediately tell when it hit her thighbone, because it started to stall. He was persistent, though, and after less than a minute he suddenly felt the resistance give way as the saw burst through the bone. In a few seconds it cut through the rest of her leg meat and Robbie was left holding a severed leg.
"Mmmm," he said, biting into the thigh. "Drumstick."
"How fucking old are you again?
"I’m just playing."
"Well, stop. We’ve got work to do."
"Hey, but look at this," he said, still holding the leg and pointing to the girl’s cheap little ankle bracelet. "I’m going to keep this. As a souvenir of our too short time together."
"Again, we’ve got work to do." He lined the saw up against the girl’s neck and began to cut.
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