Random strangling

[03:50] Corey strangles Chastity with a bike chain.
[03:53] Chastity Belmont barely needs to breath, but she can still enjoy it. She fumbles with the hem of her skirt and starts masturbating, her other hand slipping up under her shirt so that she can play with her nipples. Little moans escape her lips, but they're quiet and soft, nearly soundless. More of a throaty, needy sound from her upper chest than anything requiring the expelation of air. She touches herself gently at first, her slender cock getting hard quickly through the abuse, teasing herself and holding off to make it last longer.
[04:01] Chastity Belmont lets out another soundless cry and her feet slip from under her. She awkwardly reaches up with the hand in her shirt, grabbing at the chain to try and hold herself up, but she falls too far to stand up completely. Still, though, she clutches at her little erection, now feverisly stroking it, thin and frothy precum leaking from the tip, swept up by her foreskin and her grip, making them both slick and slippery. The bundle of shirt at her neck starts to get bloody as she struggles, though not to get away. All the while her eyes keep opening and closing as her face reddens and her vision gets filled with stars. "A-ah..." she moans, trying not to fall, her feet awkwardly underneath her, standing on the toes of one foot, leg bent forward.
[04:06] Corey continues yanking harshly on the chain, her hands tensely pulling the thing as taut as she possibly can while leaning back. Her fit body tenses and sweats beneath her clothes, hands just barely evading getting cut themselves from how hard she's gripping the thing. The masked killer doesn't seem to.. notice the jerking at first, but soon enough she.. sees it over Chastity's shoulder as she jerks the chain to one side. Was this girl.. getting off on being choked to death? Was she.. whacking it to this? What the fuck! That's so.. twisted. That's so.. weird. Something.. inside Corey stirred. Just a little. Not enough for her to notice, but.. she felt a tingling from her pelvis to her knees, like something.. desired. Ignoring it, the athletically-built girl loops one end of the chain over the other, crossing one arm over the other and then interlocking her wrists for that extra bit of brace.. cutting into the girl's neck even harder.
[04:20] Chastity Belmont stops struggling to stay on her feet, letting her weight fall, the pain on her throat rising. She stops being able to see, but it still feels so good. Angel lust pushes her along, her erection so tight and hot that it's almost painful. "More..." she whimpers, barely able to get the word out. She takes her hand away from the chain and slips it out of her shirt, moving it up to the woman behind her, a bloody hand reaching back above her head to touch at the woman's neck. Not in a violent way, but to stroke it lovingly, smearing the blood that soaked through her shirt beneath the murderer's ear. Her feet barely touch the ground, toes digging little circles on the floor. She keeps twitching and shaking, her arm moving quicker as she fistfucks herself as if nothing else mattered.
[04:27] Corey keeps up the pressure on Chastity's poor neck, the chain so tight that it'd probably have to be ripped out of her neck-flesh, now. The hand that comes up to touch her mask makes her shudder, and actually pull her head away lest she try to pull it off to expose her face. To try and.. cut this line of fondling short, Corey brings up her left foot -more than steady enough on one- and kicks out at Chastity's calves, intending to make her fall hard on the front-end of the chain loop, where her throat is. If such a move didn't completely destroy her throat and windpipe or break her neck, it would at least completely fuck her up and leave her all kinds of off-base and in agony. Corey might be kind of dorky and butterfaced, but she's all kinds of strong and spry.
[04:54] Chastity Belmont lets out a ragged, gurgling sound and everything starts to fall. Her hand slips, and she grabs onto the woman's varsity jacket for support, but only for a moment. She lets go, and tears stream down her face completely on their own. The sounds she makes are fervent and panicking, and she keeps toying with herself, but her hand keeps slipping. Her cock is wet and leaking, and as purple and tight as her face, and practically begs for release. When she reaches for it again she grasps at air twice before managing to touch herself, and her self fondling becomes rushed and desperate. She's so close in so many ways. Her legs kick, and it feels as if she's floating, the ground gone away beneath her. Her nostrils flare violently as they desperately beg for air, and as her hand slips a second time she starts desperately humping the air, making panicked, wanton noises before her little girlish cock finally starts to spurt it's final load all across the ground, drippling down her shaft and into her skirt as everything finally starts to go black.