You start to struggle

You start kicking the floor and trying to get your hands out of the grip. The intruder quickly stopped your attempt to get out. You felt your arms stretch out even more from behind until you heard a crunch.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

From the pain, your eyes went dark and your head collapsed to the floor. But the pressure of the plastic bag did not allow you to calmly lose consciousness. Breathing became increasingly difficult not only because of the bag but also because of the pain in your limbs.

"No... why... for what! What did I do wrong!?" - you thought.

You started whimpering into the mask, but all you could hear was grunt.

"I thought… That I can still play with this bodysuit… Who are you!? Why are you doing this?!"

Suddenly something latex entered your pussy and you shuddered.

"Noooooooo! Don't... don't touch me there..." - you started kicking your legs and arms and breathing fast.

"The air is running out... I don't want to die..."

It felt like someone's finger was tickling you from below, you couldn't understand female or male. But he worked very skillfully, touching your G-spot.

"Ah! No… Why it feels so good… The air is running out… Please… Save me"

Suddenly you felt like your body started to turn over without pulling your finger out of your pussy. Your eyes widened behind the mask when you saw the face of your killer.

"No... it can't be! Can not… No... I... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh"

*I cut this scene because of censure*

"Why… I don't want to be found like this… Noooo… Kyle... Save me"

The *** overcame the lack of oxygen, and you were lucky enough to lose consciousness before you would have experienced the coming pain. Your eyes have started to close.

A woman sat over you and put her hand to your face to check your breathing. After making sure you weren't breathing anymore, she got up and walked over to the pile of clothes on the bed. One by one she started putting them on you.

First, she covered your crotch with black panties. Your breasts were soon covered with a black bra. She put clothes on you pragmatically and quickly. A little longer she fiddled with tights, pulling them on your latex thighs.

When she finished dressing you, she left you on the floor next to the bed and left a knife from the crime scene nearby. In the policeman's room now lay the main suspect in the murders of innocent girls and men. Breathless with a bag on her head. Satisfied with her work, the girl dressed in the same suit left the policeman's apartment.