Two girls have been home invaded by a psychopath; drugged, raped, psychologically tormented, and abused for most of the night and day, and now they wake up to being tied up again, but this time together, back to back, arms interlocked with rope, and tied neck to neck, gag to gag, which this crazy guy just used their wet, soiled panties, to keep them from annoying him with more than just whining and screaming, muffled by the wet lacy panties. They struggle to get free, he is not around but they know he is nearby, they can hear the banging of tools and the closing of a truck bed gate. They have already been told they will be used and killed, so the torment of not knowing how drives them utterly mad. He comes in from the garage and smiles as he kneels down, they get very nervous and even more scared as they see and hear him come in. He is all smiles and dressed for digging, he tells them he is the best they have ever had as a lover, and how they liked every second of what he blessed them with. When they scream louder, he pulls their hair and heads back, then talks himself up more. When he gets more of the fondling and kissing he wants, and he has his fill, he tells them he is done with them and it is time. They start screaming even louder through the soaked panties, and they try harder to escape, but he reminds them of the lack of neighbors in the proximity, and how they can scream loud as they want so he removes the panties as they gasp and scream loud, but then he lays them on their sides together real fast and throws a very long, eight foot by four foot sheet of clear plastic over their heads and holds it together getting it wrapped up tight so they can't breath. Soon the screams turn to muffled and then to just gagging and noises of fishing for air through the plastic sheathing. Since he did not tie their legs, they both struggle and kick hard, pointing and flexing their sexy toes, and scrunching their soles as they fight for their lives. He sits them up and continues to make sure they cannot get air, even sometimes choking them at the base with two hands to help it along. He looks at them and squeezes them tight as they fade and buck, kick and try to free themselves from their bounds. They wind down fairly quickly but he does not let them have anything except a clear view of what death looks like through clear plastic, and how trying to get air when their is none is a brutal task. Each girl dies one at a time, their last rattle and fight for nothing but plastic is futile, but beautiful. their eyes stay wide, mouths open, and one of them, her tongue keeps trying to push the plastic away, but instead it just sucks back in with every failed breath. They both twitch and their feet and legs go limp. After he knows they are dead, he wants to get rid of them, but first he will hang out with them a little and kiss, grasp and fondle them one last time when they are not drugged, fighting or somewhere in between. They are dead, he double checks after he removes the plastic from them. He unties them, then lays them down, grabbing each one and roughly moving them to the tarp's edge to wrap the bodies to dump. He moves them next to one another then throws the tarp over them, making them into a body shaped bag with his rope.