Of course, it’s your fantasy

Smiling with glee, you tell Carrie to arrange her disappearance. She looks surprised, as if she didn’t expect you to really go through with it. But she quickly recovers and smiles, happy to know you’re satisfied with her offer. You spend the rest of the evening gently fucking her asshole as she begins sending emails and planning her disappearance. She makes all appearances of having a huge breakup fight with you and going on a teaching assignment in rural Asia, where she won’t have access to internet or phones, and won’t be back for over a year. This should provide plenty of time, she says, for you to make additional arrangements and move away from family and friends who would investigate after the year is up.

Pleased, you let Carrie fuck you one last time as a free woman. She is a demon, faster, more energetic, and more **** to please than you’ve ever seen her. She debases herself, worshiping your cock with fervor. You suspect she’s trying to buy herself mercy when the real fun begins, but all she’s managing to do is give you ideas. You finish, dumping a hefty load in her tight throat. Instead of pulling out, however, you hold Carrie’s small face to your crotch. She holds on valiantly, but soon begins to struggle, her face turning blue.

Smiling, you pull a needle out from the bedside table. “I’ve been making arrangements too”, you say, as you inject your new ****, who moans in protest around your cock. A few more seconds of struggle however, and she slumps, the morphine and lack of oxygen knocking her out. It’s time to begin.