Once the words were said, there were no more questions to ask. The room had once been luxurious, and still held a full-length whirlpool tub. The jets no longer worked, of course, but it was easily long enough for the short, pregnant girl to lay down in. She wasn't exactly in a daze, but she had released her hold on what she used to call her life. When I said, "Sweetie, let's take off your clothes now," she only asked if I could help with her bra strap. I did, and she helped me with mine as I got naked alongside her. She grinned at my massive tits, and I smiled at the stretch marks her breasts gained when they swelled from size A to size C.

She sat on the toilet seat as I dug in my travelling bag. I showed her a long, leopard-spotted scarf. "This is my favorite scarf, sugar, and I'm giving it to you." She nodded. "Now go ahead and run a little water, warm up the tub for yourself." While she worked on the water, I dug around some more and found my favorite knife, a short one favored by hunters for careful cuts. I would give that to her, too, but not in the same way.

She looked up and saw the knife in my hand, and her pale skin whitened by a shade. "Don't worry, sweetie. You'll feel it, but… you won't want to stop it." I set the knife down on the sink next to the scarf.

"Let's get you ready. Stand up for me. Can you reach between your legs?" She did, wrapping her arms around her bulging stomach. "Good, good, you'll want to use those hands pretty soon." The color suddenly returned to her cheeks as she blushed. "Sweets, we're just a couple of horny pregnant bitches here, you can diddle yourself as much as you damn well please!" That broke her reverie, and she threw her head back laughing and then hiccuping as her daughter joined in the act.

"Alright Miss Horny," I laughed, "Get your ass in the tub now, and lay down." Still giggling, she complied. Her belly flattened just a bit, but her swollen, milky breasts pointed straight up. "Girl, I wish my titties still knew which way is up!" I said, bringing another round of giggles and hiccups.

"Now I'm going to wrap this scarf around your neck, but I'm not going to tighten it." She had a puzzled look, but she nodded. I passed the short end of the scarf behind her neck, then tied it to the long end with a knot in front of her throat. "Ok, lift your head up for me," I told her. "Push yourself up a little higher." That gave me the slack I needed. I tied the other end to the towel bar and pulled it just a little bit tight.

"You'll have to trust me on this part, honey. I need you to choke yourself out for me." The pale girl got more pale again. "Don't worry, sweetie! That's not a slip knot, so you won't 'choke' choke. You'll just cut off the blood to your brain and fall asleep." She squinted and pursed her lips. "That ain't the end, girl! "First, you'll dream about what I'm doing, then you'll wake up and your dream…"

I smiled, "Oh honey, your dream will be coming true!" Curiosity replaced doubt in her eyes.

"Alright now, doll, all you have to do is lay your pretty head back down and let me and God do the rest!" Her eyes widened, and I'm pretty sure she suddenly remembered all the sermons her dad had preached about sins of the flesh, desire, abortion, and… and… her eyelids relaxed and she sank further into the comforting arms of her noose. A few more seconds and her legs and arms started jerking around as her dream really got going. I wanted to watch, but I had to get to work. I knew I had less than a minute before her dream became permanent!

I put the blade at the base of her throat, where the bones come together, and pulled it right between her perky tits until it slid off the end of her sternum. Her arms flew up, but without her being awake to direct them, they didn't get in the way. I jammed two fingers into the hole at the base of her sternum, and felt for the top of her uterus. Found it! I opened my fingers like blunt scissors, pulled the skin and muscle away from her womb, and started cutting across the top of her swollen belly. When I reached the top, just before her luridly outward navel, her arms finally found me and knocked the knife out of my hand. I figured that was my sign. I pushed her arms out of the way, grabbed my knife out of the water, and turned towards her head. With a quick swipe, I severed the scarf that was holding the noose tight against her jugular veins. Her head slid down the wall, hit the tub with thunk, and her hands slowly returned to her sides. I waited.