Catching her student ID lanyard on the meat hook you pulled the meat hoist, lifting Roxanne into the air and with a slap to her rump you set her spinning, twisting the lanyard tight around her throat like a noose.

The College student tried to say something, probably a cry for help or a demand to know what you were doing but her words were lost as the lanyard dug into her soft throat.

She tried to claw at the impromptu noose so you grabbed her arms and held her tight, pulling down on her to increase the pressure on her neck as you pressed your face against her shirt covered breasts. Despite the noises of the dying girl in your arms you couldn’t stop yourself from motor-boating against her breasts but she wasn’t really developed enough to do it properly.

Anyway, as you smelled her peeing herself you stepped back to admire your work.

With her swollen tongue and crushed throat she wasn’t as pretty as she had been but compared to the other meat hanging from the meat hooks she still looked good enough to fuck.