Coco double-clicked the filmclip’s icon on her laptop. She watched it from beginning to end, her fingers playing idly with her clit. Then she got out her dildo and vibrator. She went back to the beginning of the scene, as the man and girl kissed passionately. Coco started the clip playing again, then slipped the dildo into her now-very-wet cunt. She waited a few seconds until the man put his hands around the girl’s neck, then applied the vibrator to her clit and watched as he started strangling his lover.

The girl made no move to fight him off, and the two of them resumed kissing. After a while, she whispered something, which the subtitles translated as “I love you.” He squeezed harder. The girl sat up straighter, but still didn’t try to resist. When she was nearly gone she arched her back and held onto him desperately, but that was all. He let go just over a minute after he started squeezing, and panted as he hugged her body to his chest.

Coco came as she watched the girl’s body start to slump over. She turned off the vibrator and moved the dildo slowly in and out, bringing herself slowly down from the “high” of watching the girl struggle and die.

Coco closed the laptop and got into bed. She pulled the blankets over herself and was asleep in seconds.

Coco woke up, panicked, unable to breathe. She opened her eyes. A little light leaked through the windows from the city outside. There was a man bent over her. She realized that his fingers were around her neck. That was why she couldn’t breathe.

Yes! That was Coco’s first thought. Then, No. I need more. She tried to talk, to tell the man what she wanted, but no sound came out. She moved her lips as if talking, but he didn’t understand. He doesn’t realize I’m trying to tell him something...

Coco started to panic. I am about to die, here in bed, without anybody to hug me, to kiss me, to fuck me. I must make him understand. Wait ... I know... Coco held her hand up next to her mouth and brought her thumb and fingers together, then opened them again, then closed, then open--miming somebody talking.

The man looked startled. “You want to talk, girlie?”

Coco nodded her head as much as she could and made the talking motion again.

“No way. I let go of your neck and you’ll scream the whole building down.”

No, I won’t. How do I... Coco held one hand open, held an imaginary pen in the other, and made writing motions. Then she pointed at her bedside table.

“Oh, you want to write. Okay.” He eased up a little. Coco gratefully drew in a little air. “Hey, Rowland, get over here and give this slut her pen and paper.

Coco realized there was a second man, watching, rubbing himself through his pants. He came over, picked up the pen and notepad, and put them in Coco’s reaching hands. She quickly wrote a message and showed it to the second man.

Were you going to fuck my body after you strangle me?

“Of course. Once we get nice and hard from watching you die, we’ll use your body for our pleasure.”

How about you use my body while you strangle me. Wouldn’t that be even better?

“You want to get fucked and strangled?”

I want you inside me while you strangle me to death.

The second man -- Rowland? -- showed the pad to the first. “Hey, Denny, look at this!”

The first man looked at the pad, then at Coco. “You serious?”

Coco made the “OK” sign.

“Well, I’ll give it a try. But you try screaming and I’ll break your neck.” Denny stopped squeezing, but he kept his hands around her neck, his thumbs pressing lightly on her windpipe.

Coco pulled in enough air to talk, then said, “No screaming. I don’t want to miss out on this.”

Denny looked at her, searching her face for any sign of sarcasm or resistance. “We’ve strangled a few girls, mostly young ‘uns, in their 20s like you. But we’ve never had one like ... well, like you. Saying you want it. What drives you?”

“Go over, open my laptop, and watch the video that’s on the screen.”

Rowland went over and opened the laptop. He clicked the play button and watched the clip from beginning to end, all two minutes and nineteen seconds of it. He was breathing hard when he finished. “Let’s trade places, Denny. You just gotta see this one.” He walked over to the bed and put his fingers around Coco’s neck. Denny let go and Rowland squeezed, just a little, to keep Coco aware of her ultimate fate.

It was all Coco could do to keep her hands away from her pussy. Don’t want to freak them out...

Denny watched the clip. He got to where the girl slumped down, pulled the pointer back to where the man started squeezing, and watched to the inevitable end.

“Wow!”

“Yeah, wow!” Coco said. “Now come over here and kiss me.”

Denny came over, bent down, and kissed Coco. She reached up, grabbed his head, and kissed him back passionately, pulling his lower lip into her mouth. She broke the kiss for a moment. “Hey, Rowland, you can have fun with my tits and pussy, okay?”

“Wow. Yeah!” He gave up even the pretense of his hands around her neck and slid them down to squeeze her boobs. Then he took a nipple in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Coco gasped at the sensation. Rowland stopped for a moment, licked the fingers of one hand, and used that to play with Coco’s already-sensitized nipple while he transferred his mouth to the other nipple.

Within seconds Coco was keening; she just couldn’t stay silent with the overload of pleasure from her tits. Denny covered her mouth with his own to keep her quiet. Coco wriggled her hips, begging for more, but the men just kept kissing her mouth and nips.