Rachel lay down on the bed of her hotel room, staring at the ceiling. Her great blue eyes were smiling, framed by a cascade of blond hair. Seventeen years old, wide hips and busty breast, she was there for a little play with Micheal, her boyfriend. She was the unaware and innocent girl, he was the dangerous raper that broke in her room to rape her. She had already given him the key of the room, he would come, at a certain time of the night, playing his part. Rachel's part was to stay awake and to keep herself busy, better if in skimpy clothes. The thought of the night was already beginning to thrill her.

Rachel took a shower. She put on a reduced blue underwear and a light white t-shirt which she knotted under the breast. She ate something, watched a movie on tv, always with an eye to the clock. Micheal knew how to increase tension. Rachel started to browse Gurochan just to warm herself up a little.

It was 10:28 pm when she heard a key turn in the lock. There he is! She rose from the bed. She wanted to give him a position of advantage by giving her back to the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man enter the door with padded step. She had to make an effort not to laugh, seeing him with black clothes and black balaclava, almost the parody of a thief.

He grabbed her from behind with force, Rachel had never been good at acting but did her best <Oh God! Please, please! Don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want. Whatever!> Micheal didn't speak. Yanking her, he threw her on the bed belly down, he took out a pair of handcuff and tied her hands behind the back. Rachel liked the handcuffs, maybe these were a little tight but, after all, her role was the victim. It wasn't her who dictated the rules and she didn't have to be confortable. Obviously Micheal knew her limits, he knew what to do, what not to do and when to stop. Unfortunately for her, this man was not Micheal.

He turned her on the back and began to rub her breasts, Rachel shouted fake scream while the man explored her body with his hands. He tore off her underpants, leaving only one leg in the indument. She was starting to get wet. When his hands tightened around her neck she found nothing strange there. She liked it, the lack of air increased her pleasure, it was arousing. This time however Micheal squeezed more than usual. Feeling the lungs begin to burn, Rachel began to move uneasily.
"Micheal…" she managed to whisper
"It's too tight Micheal" on the contrary, he tightened his grip.
"Please Micheal, what are you doing?" No response.
"What are you doing Micheal?"

Panic exploded in Rachel's stomach, she started kicking <Xylophone! Xylophone!> not even their safeword could stop what she thought was Micheal. Her lungs were on fire, her legs kicked desperately. Too weak to talk, I don't want to die Micheal, please, I don't want to die! She wanted to scream but not a single breath could come out of her lips that were slowly turning blue.

Micheal… why…

The tongue slightly out of the mouth, her eyes red and wet, almost numb to the man's cock that violated her, too busy not to die. When she finally died, he certainly hadn't finished yet. He turned the body over and over again penetrating every orifice, spending more than one hour with the beautiful corpse of the girl.

When the real Micheal came, around half past midnight, he found Rachel's body on the bed, still tied, dirty with sweat and sperm, a red mark around her neck, her dead eyes, wide with terror.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Sonya
Age: 21
Sex: F
Characteristics: Short girl, blonde hair, ponytail. Green big eyes, glasses, light blue sweater, jeans.
Scene: Secretary in a office, taken as a hostage. When the Special Force arrive, they have to be sure that she hasn't heard too much (this office deals shady deals). She must appear to be victim of the terrorists