Massage and Murder
Time: 26:45 minutes
Starring: Roxxy
This video features: stabbing throatslice chloro bondage *****



Jeanie is very picky about her massages. She is new to town and found this guy through a Teds List ad. Arriving, he seemed nice. She stripped to her bikini and got got up on the table.
The massage went well until he started wondering with his hands. She told him to watch it. As he massaged her, he asked a lot of questions. Where was she from, did she have family locally. It was kind of strange, but she went along with it to pass the time.

Then, he brush her breast and she had about had enough. She yelled at him this time. Inappropriate touching she would not tolerate.

Chris decided it was time to end this session--at least in the way she was used to. He put the chloroform in the rag and proceeded to render her unconscious.

Now that she was out, things were going a lot smoother. He stripped off her clothing and spent time touching her--inappropriately. He rolled her over, fondled her nice tits, licked and fingered her pussy. All the while, she was out cold.

He slid his cock into her warm mouth until he was ready to cum, then let his load blow all over her tits.

Now it was time for the real fun.

She woke up, handcuffed to a metal table on end. The cuffs were tearing into her wrists and ankles. There was *****. She was confused. Then, he appeared and proceeded to beat her--punching her in the face and stomach.

He fucked with her head, talking about things she could not even understand. She was losing it. He was crazy.

Then he brought out the knife. Before she could register the danger, he plunged it into her soft tummy.

The pain was excruciating. He left it in for a moment while he chewed on her nipple. Then, he pulled it out in a stream of *****.

He left her for a time, then returned. This time, he had a scalpel. But, before he used it, he beat her some more. Then, he brought the scalpel up to her flesh. She was so scared.

He held it to the side of her neck, tormenting her. She was in complete panic. Then, he plunged it in. It was not a fatal stab. Held it in her neck, trying so hard not to move. The ***** starting seeping out of the wound. She would be OK if she just held still.

But, his plans did not call for her to be OK. He looked her in her scared young eyes. Three....two.....

There was no ONE. He just sliced the scalpel quickly through the soft flesh of her neck, leaving a 2-3 inch slit--***** poured out. She could feel herself instantly getting light-headed.....was ***** pouring out of her mouth...she could taste it---her own *****. It was flowing all over, out her mouth, out the slit in her neck, running down her chest and belly--down her legs, spattering on the floor around her bare feet.

Her body spasmed, her head lolled from side to side and her eyes rolled up. He talked to her as she died, but she would no longer understand words and the world was getting dark.

Soon, she had stopped moving, just starring straight ahead, ***** still oozing out, her body suspended by the cuffs cutting into her wrists.

She was dead. He had murdered the young collage girl. She was new to town. No family here. No friends. She would not be missed for a while.

He spent the remaining time taking photos for his collection.