Vacation finally came after what felt like an eternity. I'd already packed my luggage ages ago, checking that everything was in there, then checking again. It was way more than what I'd actually need, but it was all part of the plan. I'd told my friends that I'd go on a three week road trip, going wherever my whims carried me, mostly staying the night at motels, but that I also had camping equipment with me just in case I couldn't find any motels or in case they didn't have any vacancies left. In reality I'd only planned out the first week, after which I would mysteriously dissapear, and, if everything worked out as planned, I'd be dead before the second week was over.

The first week I did exactly as told, staying at motels 4 nights, and camping outside another three. It was actually pretty enjoyable, I loved driving on roads that were mostly deserted, and I had some pretty good views of the starry night sky at most of my camp places. I'd picked out the spots I'd be camping beforehand and they were next to bodies of water that were safe for swiming, and I had some fun bathing outside in the nude.

It was quite exciting, and during these times, my senses, especially my sense of hearing, were heightened to the extreme. Every sound would have me jump and covering my body, though a part of me was hoping to be seen. I even masturbated on the side of the water at one camping place, fantasizing about being caught. In my fantasy, things quickly escalated: I'd be caught by a group of men that was hiking, then, while I tried to cover my body they'd take my arms and violently force them out of the way, getting a nice look at my body. They'd rape me one by one, and to make sure I didn't alert the authorities, they'd take out some rope and strangle me. I guess I can't help but always fantasize about being snuffed.

Even though I did enjoy that first week of camping, what I was really looking forward to was the eight day. On the eight day, I stopped for a camping spot early in the afternoon. It was about a two mile walk from a stream of water. After setting up my tent, I left most of my things there, taking only my phone and creditcard in my trousers, and a small waterproof bag with me. I then walked to the stream, and checked to make sure there wasn't anybody around. Then I completely stripped, leaving my clothes in a messy pile on the side of the stream. My phone and creditcard were still in my trousers, and I'd only be taking the small waterproof bag with me. Reality once more set in while stripping that I was really gonna do this, but it no longer caused tremors or my heart to pound. Instead I had fight the urge to start masturbating again, and keep myself focussed.

The plan was quite simple. The place I had set up camp was rarely visited, even by hikers. I'd swim naked like this for about an hour, taking the small waterproof bag with me. Then, I'd go back to the shore. The bag contained spare clothes, a lot[i] of make-up, more than enough cash to get to my final destination, and a small mirror to inspect myself. Using the make-up and the clothes that were quite unlike what I normally wore, I'd change my appearance as best I could. From there, I'd walk about three hours to the nearest village, and from there I'd use a cab to get to the city, taking public transport from there. When I would be reported missing, or when my belongings were found, the trail would lead them to my clothes near the stream. By swiming a section I'd made sure dogs wouldn't be able to pick up the rest of my trail, and people would likely assume I'd drowned while skinny dipping, or perhaps been kidnapped by some unknown assailant. And even if they did decide to do a more thorough investigation, it'd be unlikely that they'd check a village three hours away, or realize that I'd taken a cab thanks to my changed image.

My final part of the journey had me walking along a rarely used road of a village, then, when I saw the landmark we'd decided on beforehand (a sign warning that the road was rough with 'Isaac wuz hear' graffitied on it), I turned left and walked about five minutes so I wouldn't be seen from the side of the road. The plan we'd decided on was that my chatpartner would pick me up in the evening, and then he'd bring me to his place, and I'd finally get to live, or rather die to, my darkest fantasy.

It was still about three hours before evening would fall, and since I had nothing to do and couldn't stop fantasizing about being snuffed, so very soon now, I slipped my panties off, and my fingers in. I was so engrossed in my masturbation and fantasy, that I didn't hear him arrive, and I jumped when I heard him say: "What are you doing here, pretty lady?" I had to fight my instinct to say I wasn't doing anything and I just had a bug bite that I was scratching. Instead I replied with the agreed upon answer: "I was hoping to go to wonderland.", which would serve to verify that it was really me, and not someone else that just happened to be there by accident. The agreed upon reply, so I'd know it was really him, came right after: "There's a cab to wonderland, and I'm the driver.". I felt my pussy contract around my fingers for a bit when he said that. Time to die, finally.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you, but we need to get going, I'd rather avoid anybody seeing you getting in my car. You'll have to go in the trunk I'm afraid.". I quickly pulled up my trousers and panties, "Oh that's perfectly fine, I understand. Besides, I'm rather eager to get going myself!" I told him. We walked back to the road, I got into the trunk, fortunately there wasn't anybody around, and after about a rather uncomfortable drive of about an hour, he parked the car and got me out.

When I got inside, there were two plates on the table, and another girl seemed to be making desert. I had a hunch who she was, and when she saw us and came rushing over to greet me, my hunch was confirmed. "Hi! You must be Lisa! I wasn't sure you'd come, but I'm very excited to finally meet you! I'm Eva, as you probably already guessed.". See, when I told I was getting myself snuffed, killed, it actually wasn't just me. I had gotten her, Eva, though I'm not sure that's her real name, into this as well. But that's a story for another time.

"Go on, eat up!", Eva told me, and I sat down on a chair. "Uhmmm... do you really think it's a good idea to eat first? Because I think having an empty stomach would be better for... ehm... for what we'd planned." I said. "Oh, sorry, but we'll do that tomorrow. I don't have things set up yet, hope you don't mind.", the guy, who I'd noticed had never bothered to give his name, told me. "Oh no, not at all!" I said, even though I actually *did* mind. But I was quite hungry, and one more night was not going to make that big of a difference. The dinner was actually quite good, and I shared the night together with Eva and the guy, who I've decided to name John, in a single bed. We kept fucking till late in the night, and it was already afternoon by the time we got up.

We had a quick breakfast, after which Eva and John went down to the basement to set things up. I was asked to prepare dinner during that time. "Just for me and Eva. After all, you won't be joining us for dinner tonight." John told me. I'm sure it was part of his plan to get me worked up, and it worked flawlessly. Preparing the dinner constantly reminded me that soon I'd be dead, my corpse lying in the basement downstairs, while they'd be upstairs, enjoying the dinner I'd made them. It required a lot of focus to actually make the dinner, instead of fingering my pussy. I didn't check, because I wasn't sure I'd be able to refrain from masturbating if I did, but I was pretty sure my panties were drenched by the time I was done.

I was called down about 15 minutes later. I closed the door to the basement behind me and walked down. Eva was holding a camera and filmed me as I walked down, and John was putting collars on a small table. I also noticed the mask lying there. During our chats I'd talked about enjoying blowjobs and throat fucks, and John had come up with the idea that we could use a mask to choke me while throat fucking me, an idea I had embraced with great enthusiasm. It combined my two favourite kinks after all.

"Hey Lisa, glad you're here. Can you take off your clothes by the way? Last night it was a little too dark, but I'd love to see those fantastic tits of yours with some proper lighting." John told me. I noticed Eva was still filming me. "Ehm... is she gonna keep filming me?" I asked. "She sure is. I plan to wank to it later, and maybe I'll use it in the future to strengthen the mood when other girls are planning to make their own little snuff movie. But no need to worry. After all, by the time the movie is done you'll be dead and no longer be bothered by it, right?", John told me. It did make perfect sense, but I still felt very self concious when I took off my clothes, and it didn't help when Eva moved towards me for a close up when I started taking off my bra, and moved even closer when I took of my panties. Like I'd been expecting, they were drenched, and I felt little strands sticking to them as I slid them down. I felt like I sinking through the floor when I heard Eva tease "Ooooooh, looks like somebody is veeerrry excited!"

"Alright, that's enough teasing Eva. Please come over to the table here Lisa", John said. When he told the mask was only to allow me to breathe through my mouth and keep it open, I felt worry, no, fear even. Fear and dissapointment. Was he really only gonna roleplay? But that didn't make sense right? After me going through all that effort to mask my trails. Or had that been a sort of roleplay too? But here I'd been so so ready for it. Hoping for it. Dreaming of it. Fantasizing about it every waking moment. Please please let this not just be roleplay I prayed in my mind.

I expressed my dissapointment, very carefully watching his face, but it was impossible to read anything from it. I relaxed a little when he showed me the bed, and when he explained the white collar, I felt my excitement coming back and I couldn't help fingering myself a little. He must be offering me a last out. Once he starts describing the next one, I'll have no way to go back. When he asked me if the white one wasn't exciting enough, I felt butterflies in my stomach as I told him to get to the next one. When he described the gray one, I really had to control myself from masturbating so hard that I'd cum straight away. When he was done describing the black collar, my hands rushed to it. I wasted no time putting on the collar and the mask, and as I was secured to the table, my mind was going wild. Finally finally finally! I was really really doing it! No way back now! I was going to be choked to death! Just like the woman in the movie!

When he asks me to reach for my upper body, I'm a little annoyed. Duuuude, it's not like I'm gonna chicken out now, just fucking get to it and snuff me already. I need it! Need it soooooo bad! Once he tells me I might not be in control of myself I realize he has a point, and I definitely don't wanna go back to the white collar, so I start trying for real. I really don't wanna free myself by accident. I've been waiting for this for a month, and the moment is now finally here. It HAS to work. But struggle as I might, I can't work myself free or reach my upper body. I feel my pussy twitching a little, knowing that I no longer have any way to fight back, and that there's only one thing awaiting me now.

I realize Eva must still be filming, though I can't actually see her because of the mask. I don't feel embarrased about it any longer however, and the idea of people masturbating to me being snuffed actually excites me. People I've never met, cumming to the sight of my death. Maybe even fantasizing of being in my role, and perhaps for some even making it into reality. Or maybe somebody I know was into snuff porn without me knowing, and they'll find out what a kinky slut I was all along. It makes me think of Greg for a moment. If he ever saw the movie, he'd definitely be dissapointed, being jealous that it wasn't him snuffing me. Serves him right, if that fucker hadn't cheated, I'd definitely done it if he'd asked. I briefly imagine Greg seeing my video, then losing control when he's fucking that bitch while he chokes her and accidentally going all the way and ending up in jail after. Too bad you missed out on this, I think smuggly to myself.

I'm pulled back to reality by John counting down, and shortly after I feel his dick being jammed down my throat, causing me to start choking immediately. He's extremely rough, rougher than anybody, even Greg, has ever been, and is fucking my throat like it's a sex toy, but that's just the way I want it. Oh fuck it's really happening! I'm being snuffed like the little snuff slut I am! Even though my body is screaming for air, I focus on my pussy and masturbating instead. I'm doing it harder than I've ever done in my life and harder than I'd ever though possible. Normally being this rough would hurt, but my sexual frenzy has dulled my sense of pain so that it feels pleasurable, not painfull. I feel myself cum, but to my own surprise I can keep going without issue. Off course, my sexual high has never been this intense, and never will be again. I keep ravaging my pussy and the orgasms keep coming. I'm in heaven.

After what feel like a very long time I feel my lungs REALLY starting to burn. Before this I could ignore the discomfort, and I try to focus away from it, but my hands seem to move by themselves, and I feel myself reaching for something, anything to free myself, to get air. My mind is split into two, a very strange sensation. One part, which is very loud and STRONG, is screaming for air. The other part, that feels more like 'me', is annoyed at the other part. Then I feel hands taking my own, pushing them back down. I feel the loud part pausing, as if it's calming down, and I use that moment to focus on my vagina, feeling how wet it is, and my excitement comes rushing back. The hands move mine down to my pussy, and I waste no time getting back to work. I still feel my lungs burning. In fact, I feel them burning harder than ever. But it also intensifies everything I'm feeling, and what I'm feeling is a monsterous orgasm building up. La petit mort, or the little death as they say in French, but I'm pretty sure that when this one hits, it'll have me cumming so hard that I won't have any oxygen left and I'll be mort, or dead, right after it. Fuck yes.

I feel Eva (it must be Eva right? Yes, Eva, John is still throatfcuking me) licking and sucking my tits, and as I feel the orgasm nearing, she nibbles on my nipple, which sends a shudder through my body and almost sends me over the edge. I keep furiously fingering my pussy, and just as my orgasm is about to hit, I suddenly feel Eva biting my nipple, and my orgasm hits me in full force. I feel a wave of pleasure riding over me, as I lose complete control of my body and feel every muscle in my body contract at the same time. My mind goes blank and I see fireworks as the waves of pleasure keep hitting, with no sign of stopping or getting less intense. The orgasm overpowers all my senses and mental processes. I only feel myself cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming. I can no longer feel my body, or think thoughts, all I can do is feel the pleasure coursing through me wave after wave. There's nothing left but this as my entire being is consumed by this one immense orgasm. La petit mort my ass! Choking to death? This by itself feels like it is enough to kill me.

When I finally come down to reality I still feel the afterglow of that orgasm. I no longer feel my lungs burning, so I guess it won't be long now. I feel at peace and content, happy that I went through with this. If I were given the choice again, I'd say yes in a heartbeat, the orgasm really is worth dying for. I focus my mind and start fingering my pussy again, though I don't have much energy left. I probably won't make it, but might as well try for one last orgasm right? It takes effort to move my fingers, and through the mist in my mind I vaguely realize that John is still fucking my throat and hasn't cum yet. I mentally smile as I realize that means the gray collar was basically the same as the black one. I refocus on my effort to get one final orgasm, but it's proving challenging... I really don't think I'll be able, but that's fine... even without it, it was better than I'd ever dare hope for. As I keep masturbating, I suddenly feel my nipples being pinched between fingernails. Definitely Eva. Before I have time to wonder what she's planning, I feel her pulling my nipples painfully hard - it registers even through the fog I feel now - but at the same, I feel myself cumming and my body shuddering in orgasm. Thank you Eva, I manage to think. Thanks for helping me. My body feels heavy now, and I feel tired. Content, happy, at peace, but so very very ti---[/i]