Julia Alvarez was absolutely beaming as she checked into the Marriott. This seemed to confuse the clerk at the check in desk. "I guess it should," Julia thought as she handed him her credit card, "I look like any other woman here on a business trip, so he has no idea why I've got this big smile plastered across my face." Julia continued to smile broadly as the man handed her her room key and wished her a good evening. She then got in the elevator and went up to her room.

Julia threw her suitcase indiscriminately on the floor, and kicked off her black pumps, then looked around the room. First, she went to the bed. She rubbed her hand across the thick comforter. "This is where it'll happen," she thought with a sigh, "this is where I'll die." Julia had been fantasizing about this day for as long as she could remember. Even when she was a child, something about the idea of being murdered had always fascinated her. She always loved watching those crime shows where they investigated a murder. Then, when she hit puberty the idea took on a whole new dimension.

Julia began to fantasize about being the victim in these police dramas. She always imagined herself being strangled to death, then left in some secluded place until someone found her body. She would pleasure herself for hours at the thought of the police walking around her deceased body, taking pictures of it for evidence. Then she'd imagine herself being zipped into a body bag and sent to the morgue, her body being laid, naked, on a cold metal shelf. The thought of the toe tag being put on always aroused her immensely. Then the fantasy became even more sexual, as she added an element of rape.

By the age of twenty-four Julia could stand it no longer, she had to make these fantasies come true. Julia went on the deep web to find a hitman. She found one who would do the job for twenty thousand dollars, half before and half after. Julia saved every extra penny she had for over a year, taking on odd jobs in addition to her normal work, but finally, she had enough. She told the hitman only what hotel and room number to go to, and that inside he would find a mid-twenties latina he was to rape and strangle to death, preferably at the same time.

Julia undressed, hanging her skirt suit neatly in the closet. Then, she took a shower. As she soaped herself up she thought at length about what would happen to her later that evening. It took all her will power not to touch herself. "Be patient, it'll make tonight better" she thought as she rinsed her hair and turned off the shower. Then, she stepped out of the shower and dried and brushed her hair. Then, she put on a gold silk lingerie nightgown and knit panties. She looked at herself in the mirror. The nightgown barely covered her heaving breasts and came down just low enough that you could still see her panties.

"Oh yeah, this'll get him hard" She said out loud to herself with a smile. Then, she turned off the bathroom light, and went back into the main portion of the hotel room. She looked around the room for a moment, awkwardly unsure what to do next. She looked at the clock, which read 10:00 pm. She told the hitman his target would be asleep between midnight and 8:30 the following morning, so he knew he would come some time in that window.

"Guess I'll watch some tv" Julia thought, not feeling tired enough to sleep. She sat on the bed, under the covers and watched a movie on the room tv. Then, at 11:55 she turned off the lights and tv, and tried to go to sleep. She still didn't feel tired, but she also didn't want the hitman to know she was still awake and further delay him from his job. So, Julia tossed and turned, trying desperately to sleep.

Julia dozed off a few times, but never for more than a half an hour. She periodically looked at the clock. "God, why can't he just get here already!" she thought when she looked at the clock and it read 2:45 am. She kept trying to sleep, wanting to be awoken by the hitman on top of her, but was too excited and couldn't manage it. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours more, then looked at the clock. It read 2:58.

"God damn it" she thought. Then, hotel room door slowly creaked open. "HE'S HERE!" Julia thought, then closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep as light from the hallway illuminated the corner of the room. Julia was so excited she found it difficult to lay completely still and pretend to be asleep as she heard the door creak closed again. She got steadily more excited as she heard soft footsteps on the hotel room carpet grow steadily closer to her.

The hitman turned on the lights. Then, he grabbed her by her shoulder and pushed her onto her back, simultaneously tossing the covers off of her. He then set on her chest and wrapped a leather belt around her neck, cinching it tight just as Julia instinctively tried to scream. Suddenly, her airway was so restricted all she could get out was a few chokes and gasps. By sheer reflex, Julia's right hand flew to her throat and tried to tear the belt off, while her right hand went to the hitman's face, trying to push him away. At the same time, her legs began to flail and kick behind the hit man. Her resistance barely seemed to phase him.

"You're supposed to be raping me, why aren't you raping me?" Julia thought. Then, as if he'd read her mind, the hitman let go of the belt with one hand and pulled her panties to her knees. He then laid down on top of her, once again grabbing the belt with both hands. Then, Julia felt him enter her. He loosened the belt just enough that she couldn't yell out, but she could still get a little air.

"Good, he's trying to make this last" Julia thought, still instinctively trying to push him off. Then, as he started thrusting on top of her, Julia's entire body froze as her toes curled and her eyelashes fluttered, and she was immediately overcome by an intense orgasm. Then, after a moment of pleasure and stillness, she went back to resisting.

"Well that was quick" she thought as the hit man kept thrusting. She had avoided both sex and masturbation for over a month to make this event more pleasurable. The hitman cinched the belt tighter again, slowing Julia's airflow to a trickle and making her gag loudly. Her eye lashes fluttered again as the pain made her vision go blurry. The hitman continued thrusting.

Julia continued instinctively trying to resist him for over twenty minutes, sustained only by the tiny amount of air should could take in through her crushed windpipe. Then, she began to feel another orgasm building. "Come on, please, come on" she thought, here eyelids beginning to feel heavy and her limbs going numb. Then, her entire body froze again, her toes curled and her eyelashes fluttered again as she was overcome by another orgasm. Julia tried to go back to resisting, but her limbs simply fell limp on the bed, feeling cold and overcome by a pins and needles sensation.

"Oh god this is great" Julia thought, looking into the hitman's eyes. His face was red and contorted with the effort of holding the belt tight. Julia choked again as he tightened the belt down even further. At this point, Julia laid completely still on the bed. The only things still moving were here eyes, her tongue and her throat. Her eyes continued to scan the face of her killer, while her tongue writhed in her open mouth. The hit man simply continued tugging on the belt and thrusting. Julia was impressed that he had lasted this long.

Suddenly, after nearly a half an hour of the greatest agony and pleasure that Julia had ever known, the hit man began to grunt with every thrust. "He's about to finish" Julia thought. Then, he grunted loudly and Julia felt him come inside her. Simultaneously, Julia's toe's curled and her eyelashes fluttered again, as the only sensation she could feel through the cold and numbness was one last, incredibly intense orgasm. As Julia let out one final groan of pleasure, she watched a drop of saliva fall from the hitman's gritted teeth and onto her cheek.

"Perfect" was the last thought to run through Julia's mind before the darkness overcame her, and her heart finally stopped. The hitman laid on top of her for a few more minutes, panting and holding the belt. Then, he closed the belt on Julia's neck, in case she was just unconscious, and got up. He looked over her motionless body for a moment. She looked very peaceful, laid out there on the bed. He went to the sink, turned it on and splashed some cold water on his face. Then he turned off the sink, and turned to leave.

It was only as he was about to leave that the hit man noticed a shipping envelope taped to the inside of the door. He was taken aback as he read what was written on the outside. "Thanks! I'm sure I had a great time! Here's the rest of your money." He took the envelope of the door, opened it, and found ten thousand dollars inside. He looked back to Julia's corpse, smiled, and left.

The next day went almost exactly as Julia fantasized. A hotel maid came into her room, and shrieked at finding her. Then, the police were called to investigate. She was left lying on the bed with the belt around her neck, her eyes slightly open and glazed over, and her panties around her knees as the detectives took pictures, collected samples and finger printed everything. Then, her body was sealed into a white bag and taken to the morgue, where it was undressed, tagged, and covered in a white tarp before being sealed into a refrigerated drawer. It was all just as Julia had fantasized.