BEHEADING
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   That it had come to this was not exactly a surprise. A large number of rapes end up with the victim dead. She had fought as best as she could but in the end all she had accomplished was to infuriate him and end any chance he might let her go. Now she was tied face down over a stump with a saw blade resting on the back of her neck waiting as he told her just how he was going to kill her, what she would feel, and how he was going to fuck her neck after she was dead. Not that she really cared what he did after she was dead but it still horrified her to hear his plans. The thought of a prick sliding into the tubes in her neck and spraying his cum into her lungs was unthinkable. Somehow even worse that the thought of the rape and death, a kind of ultimate degradation. 
    Then the saw moved. Long slow strokes. She felt her skin give way and the blood stream down to the stump. He was using the least amount of pressure possible on the blade and coupled with the slow strokes it took several before the saw hit bone. The pain was exquisite as the bone gave way before the steel. It seemed like hours before the gray spinal cord was exposed to the saw but she knew it at once. The feelings from the rest of her body starting disappearing. Suddenly she could no longer move or feel anything below her neck. Her pulse pounded in her ears and her breath came in gasps but there was nothing else left of her body.
   He untied her, gloating that she could not go anywhere and that the ropes were no longer needed. Try as she would he was right, she was trapped in a dead body and all she could do was wait to die. He took the time to rape her once again but did not finish the act. It was just a demonstration as to her helpless state as was the removal of her breasts and cunt lips. It was strange for her to watch the destruction of her once fine body without feeling anything except the horror of it all. A piece at a time he removed parts of her body, searing the wounds closed with a heated knife blade. Then he tired of it all and the saw was back. She felt the strokes that parted the flesh of her neck, she saw the red fountains of blood as the great veins split open, she lasted just long enough to feel her head roll free. She did not feel the promised rape of her neck nor the spray of fluid down into her body. He left her with her head positioned between her legs as if she was giving herself head for some unlucky hicker to find. If the wild beasts didn’t find her first.