Sentimentality
I happened to be in that town on a business affair. There weren't much things to do, so I stayed in the hotel going crazy with boredom. The personnel was alike everything in this small town which had only one restaurant... I decided to go for a walk.
Without any concrete plan I went out of the hotel and headed for the main street, when somebody called me. It was a girl which stood alone on the other side of the street. She was also alike the town - skinny blonde of 20 or so. She wore a gray coat. All her life seemed to have appeared behinds my eyes: she finished school, she entered the local college and then became a biology teacher in the local school.
"You seem to be bored," she said smiling.
"You're right," I answered.
"I spotted you yesterday," she went on, "at the station. I hope you can help me."
Sounds interesting. Well, I earn enough, and it's not likely she wants something but money. I could give her some, but her idea was something quite different...
"So will you help me?"
Although the town's street lights were just like its anything else, the girl seemed pretty. I decided she wouldn't ask much.
"Okay, I promise. I'll do whatever I can."
"You sure? Whatever you can?"
"Yes." I was already very interested. She couldn't have asked for more than two hundred bucks - and besides she didn't in the least look like a hooker.
"Come with me, it's not far from here."
I felt rather insecure. Well, I wasn't scared but still I had no idea where she was taking me. Anyway. I didn't say anything and followed her.
"Here we are," she said when we stopped at the gate of a wooden house. "I live alone," she added quickly, "you've nothing to worry about."
When we came in, I saw a natural rural interior, old furniture, an iron bed, a little heater. I was absolutely calm. She was going to ask me to repair her iron or something like that... But her desire was absolutely unique.
"I want to die but I'm to scared to do it all by myself," she said and her face and her voice excluded the possibility of it all being a joke. "I want you to help me." I immediately remembered my first Pentium and the first site devoted to necrophilia... I realized that fate was proposing to me with a unique opportunity of experiencing something others could only talk about. And I decided to not elude it. Nobody knew me here, and it was very improbable that any suspicion would be laid upon me.
She began undressing. Although I had seem a lot of beautiful women, this one really impressed me. There are many women who know how to produce impressions on men, but this was something different. I'd say it was natural beauty. Free of expensive clothes and creams worth a fortune. I was completely enchanted and couldn't move. I thought that my function was watching, but I was wrong.
"I want to be strangled. I don't care who'd do it. I saw pictures of hanged girls and I don't want to look like that. When I'm dead, you're free to do whatever you wish."
Her phrase drove me out of the enchantment. I could hardly imagine myself murdering her, but probably the strangeness of the things happening affected me. I approached her and had a good look at her. Yes, she was indeed very young, her golden hair was shoulder long, while the pale skin made me wonder if she had spent the summer in the cellar. I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. It was a simple iron bed.
Belts, ropes, stockings, scarves and other object couldn't be used since they'd leave marks on her pretty neck. Hanging wouldn't do either. I'll have to strangle her with bare hands. Well, it's even more fun.
"What's your name?" I asked in a harsh voice, I was nervous.
"Marina," she said.
It was the last thing I heard her say.
I put her on the bed. She didn't struggle. The only thing in my mind was her name, Marina. You'll get what you want, I said to myself looking at her lying in front of me on the lace coverlet.
I decided not to ask her again whether she was sure - I'm not MS Windows, you know. I put my hands around her neck and began kissing her lips. The lips were soft and the neck also. I didn't squeeze it too tight - air could still pass through her glottis. I put my left hand on the back of her neck, the girl didn't struggle. I felt all her movements, the muscles bracing, the blood beating in the veins. I went on kissing her and she answered me. Little by little, I began squeezing her neck tighter and tighter. She was probably too excited to struggle, for she didn't even move. She couldn't breathe anymore, but she went on kissing me. Then she choked several times, and finally when her hands began trembling I understood she was already unconscious. I hoped I hadn't been rude to her...
The most important thing was not to stop. I tried to squeeze the neck tighter, which was pretty difficult - I have been doing this for about a quarter of an hour, and my hands were already tired. Her mouth was half open. She didn't answer my kisses anymore. I felt she was trying to inhale but I didn't let her do that. She back arched, trying to push aside the invisible obstacle - that is, me - but it was all in vain. I knew what it was - it was agony, it would last for about three minutes. I'd wait.
Right before my eyes was an old clock. I'd love to let her go but I couldn't do that - I had promised... Her lips were wet and soft. The hands were trying to get rid of my grasp around her neck... Oh no, not now, only after a minute or two... My hands were aching, I could feel her every move... How much time? Her entire body was shaking, but the hands still clang to my fingers. It was good, I was tired but I knew I'd do it.
Her hands froze. Her lips are wet, I could do anything and she didn't move. My dick was so hard that it almost tore the zipper of my jeans - I should have taken it off before. She was still alive. I could see it by her chest - she was still trying to inhale. I squeezed her neck for the last time. She didn't struggle. Her hands lay on both sides of her body. She had no strength to struggle although h\she had asked me to do it half an hour ago. The agony was over. I knew there'd be another one, the final, and I was ready for it.
Her back arched trying to escape but her arms still lay in their weak positions. Her mouth opened trying to inhale some air, but I was squeezing the neck tightly. No, she didn't make it. I realized she was becoming milder, softer. I saw a dark stain appearing on her white panties. That's all, I said to myself. Nothing will save her. She'll be dead in a few minutes. And these minutes were mine. Her tits were driving me insane, her belly, her legs... Well, it cannot be described in words. Her body was now soft and pliable, like no alive woman's body could be. No other woman could have such a kind complexion as Marine had. My Marina. She was mine now, only mine.
I quickly undressed and took off her bra and panties. You can't even imagine how it excited me, the pliable body of a young girl... I pushed my hard cock into her pussy. Marina didn't react, she was dead. She was still warm outside, but her pussy was burning hot, and wet. I'd never forget the feeing she had given me. I was really sorry she decided to leave this world but I was really thankful she did it with my help.
I left her lying on the bed. I didn't touch anything, only brushed her golden locks. I wanted her to be beautiful by the time they find her. Why? It's probably my sentimentality. I never got to know what made her do it, her love or maybe something else... There was only one thing I could be sure of: I was absolutely happy and thankful for the experience she had given me.
Original Author: Strangler (1999).