Posted by BlueLips on August 16, 2009 at 15:46:05:
Brianna was relatively new to porn, but she was smart. She brought a chaperone on every shoot, her bigger, more athletic friend Charlotte. There hadn't been any trouble at any of her jobs, but Brianna felt more comfortable with someone else there, a witness in case of any unwanted hanky-panky.
The women walked into the studio on the north end of town, for their second job with this particular photographer. As they entered, he and his pert blonde assistant were finishing their setup. Everything here was run shipshape.
They all exchanged pleasantries, and Brianna and Charlotte sipped coffee while the photographer discussed the shoot and the assistant finished checking lighting against the backgrounds they'd picked. Simple stuff this time: lingerie, some pink shots. No light bondage like last time. Good. Brianna had gotten through it without any trouble, but she didn't like the way the ropes felt on her wrists.
Charlotte noticed her coffee tasted funny, but she didn't say anything. Probably just been on the burner too long. But as they got ready to do the shoot, with Brianna changing unembarassed in the middle of the room, Charlotte realized she really had to pee.
"You know, the restroom you used last time is having problems. There's another one further down the hall," the photographer said. "I'll show you." To the assistant, he added, "You can get started with Brianna, right?" He and Charlotte left down the hall.
"OK," the assistant said, camera in hand. "Let's start on the couch." Brianna finished putting on the sheer teddy, her dark nipples easily visible through the pale lavender fabric. "Let's just sit down. Give me that sexy look, yeah, that's good. Run a hand through your hair. Perfect!"
It took a little while for Charlotte to get done with her business. The restroom had been quite far, around a couple of turns down the corridor, so she was glad to have had a guide. She assumed the photographer would go back to the shoot and let her find her own way back.
But as she exited the small bathroom, something whacked her on the back of the head. Charlotte went down, stunned. A second whack. She was dazed and barely conscious, but helpless.
Back in the studio, the assistant had Brianna kneeling on the couch. Brianna pulled down the front of the teddy to let her breasts spill out, luxuriously natural C-cups. She squeezed them and closed her eyes in fake ecstasy.
"Great," the assistant said, snapping away. "You know, let's try something. Let me show you." She put the camera down and started touching Brianna to indicate exactly what angles to pose at. "Head this way, no, too far. That's right. Arm here. I know, it's not comforable, but you'll look great. Knees, hm." She paused. "Put your feet down a sec. Now lean back, put your hands on your heels."
"Uh, okay," Brianna said, shifting. Behind her, she heard the assistant adjusting couch cushions, or possibly feeling underneath them. "This doesn't feel very sexy."
Brianna heard a snap and felt something around her left ankle, then the left wrist. It happened very quickly. "What?" she said. "Hey, what are you doing?"
The assistant held Brianna back and put another pair of tight shackles onto the other ankle and wrist. "Watch it!" Brianna shouted. "I thought we weren't gonna do this!" She tried to pull away, but the assistant had been too fast. Brianna was locked up, wrists to ankles in a sitting hogtie.
"Hey, BITCH!" Brianna said. "We're done here! Charlotte! We're getting outa here! Charlotte!"
Only then did Brianna notice a video camera on a tripod, hidden among the junk and equipment that was off to the side. It looked like it was on, and it was facing her.
Something fell about Brianna's shoulders. A thin white rope, which the assistant had circled around Brianna's head. "CHARLOTTE!" Brianna screamed. "Get in here! Cha- kkkkk-" Quickly the loop tightened. Brianna could hear the blonde's breathing getting heavier, and felt the blonde's breasts rubbing against her back.
Brianna couldn't speak. She realized she couldn't breathe at all. She shut her eyes as the firey pain in her lungs started to build. Brianna bucked hard against the rope, twisting and arching her back to try to get away, trying to scream. It was no use against her bonds, and the way she was shackled made her back arch, her breasts pointing forward at attention. The pain kept getting worse. This can't be happening, she thought. Get me out of here!
The burning intensified. It forced Brianna's eyes opened wide in horror and disbelief. Her head dropped down, and her swollen tongue spilled out of her mouth as she tried desperately to get any air at all. "You feel it happening?" the assistant whispered in her ear. "Can you feel yourself slipping away?"
She could, and it horrified her. For Brianna, the world began dissolving in a haze. Her body convulsed madly, her breasts bouncing in every direction. Her chin dropped to her chest as her eyes crossed tightly and locked. Her tongue forced itself even further out of her gaping mouth, and a small string of drool dropped to her chest. After a pause, she shook violently one last time in death.
Meanwhile, Charlotte was dimly aware of her clothes being removed. She remembered being dropped onto something soft. A bed. Her hands were quickly tied behind her back and something was put around each ankle.
As the haze cleared, she let out a small shriek. A muffled one, because she now realized a gag was in her mouth. "Mmmhh!"
She was on her knees on a bed, naked. A tight loop of fabric was around each ankle, connected to a strap that was sewn into the mattress. She couldn't move her feet. She could only move up and down by unbending her knees. Her legs were rather far apart, but Charlotte was limber enough to take it.
Charlotte sobbed a little, ashamed about her nakedness. Her figure was more voluptuous than Brianna's, with natural D-cup breasts, but she had never been as sexually bold. Now they were both going to be raped, she thought. I told her this would happen someday! Her breasts bobbed as she tested her bonds and breathed raggedly in fear.
She shrieked into the gag as the photographer entered, naked, his cock erect. Behind him was the assistant, also nude, carrying a bag. "Comfy, sweetie?" the assistant asked Charlotte.
The assistant put down the bag and took out the contents: a tripod and a video camera. She set them up quickly as the photographer began working on Charlotte, squeezing her tits and poking a dry finger into her pussy. Charlotte squealed in pain and fear.
"I'm all set," the assistant said, looking through the video camera at Charlotte. The photographer laid down on the bed, sliding himself underneath Charlotte. Charlotte tried to scream, but the gag was too tight, and she couldn't stop herself sobbing.
The photographer was in position, as if ready for them to make love. Charlotte lifted herself as much as she could, trying to keep out of his reach. The assistant approached and put a rough hand on Charlotte's shoulder.
"Ready to give us a show?" she said. Charlotte shook her head no. "Oh, I think you will be," the assistant said. "Let me give you some motivation." She was holding something. A Polaroid photograph. "Your friend Brianna's shoot went real good. Have a look."
She put the photo in front of Charlotte's face, and Charlotte began screaming in deep, fast shrieks. "Mmmph! MMM! MMMPH! MMMMMMMMPH!!!" The photo showed Brianna's head, close up. Her tongue was black, protruding violently from her wide open, purple lips. Brianna's eyes were enormous, wide open and crossed dumbly. There was no question she was dead.
"Brianna was nice, but after her first shoot, my partner and I decided we were more interested in you," the blonde said. "We've got something special in mind."
She tossed the picture aside, and went back to the tote for something else: a clear plastic bag.
Charlotte began to panic. "NNNN! NNNNN!!!" But she was helpless as the assistant approached and pulled the bag loosely over Charlotte's head.
The assistant used her own hands to wrap the bag around Charlotte's neck, closing it off. "Nh! nh! nh!" Charlotte's breaths were short, panicked and pleading.
"Here are the rules," the assistant said. "You're going to fuck him now. When he cums, I'll take the bag off. If you can't make him cum, well....." One twist, and the bag sealed completely. It began surging out and in with every breath.
Charlotte had no choice. She closed her eyes and sobbed as she lowered her hips. The photographer held his cock ready and guided it into her. Charlotte winced in pain. She had never had sex on top, and she wasn't sure what to do. She began slowly pumping up and down, her cheeks scarlet with embarrassment.
"That's right. Good girl," the assistant said. She loosened the bag to give Charlotte more air, then sealed it shut again, tying it with a rope. Charlotte cried as she kept pumping, pumping. "Ride him," the assistant whispered. "Pump his cock. Make him cum, or you'll die."
Charlotte tried to control her breathing but couldn't help squealing as the photographer reached up and pinched her breasts. She kept pumping, feeling the air in the bag getting warm. Come on, she thought. How many times had she been with a guy who lasted less than a minute? What's taking him?
She felt the burning start in her lungs, and Charlotte knew she was going to die. Her body was stiff and quivering. She couldn't stop shaking, and that kept her from pumping up and down. "Ng!NNG! NGG!" she wailed into her gag. Her eyes widened. Everything started to go hazy.
Suddenly the photographer grabbed her hips and began thrusting upward into her, pounding hard and grunting as he came inside her. Charlotte was dimly aware of this. Yes! she thought. Hurry, please take it off!
The blonde did hurry, coming out from behind the camera to rip the bag off. Cool fresh air hit Charlotte's nostrils. She felt the photographer extract himself from under her, as the bag was torn completely away from her throat. The gag came out of her mouth, and she gratefully gupled at the air.
"Oh, thank you," she said, to the people who had just nearly killed her. "Thank you, thank you."
Charlotte's head began to clear, and her surroundings became clear again. The photographer was now behind the video camera, concentrating as if still filming. She saw the assistant holding a white cord, the very one that had killed Brianna. Quickly, the assistant assistant was behind her, wrapping the cord around Charlotte's neck.
"No! No! You promised!" Charlotte wailed.
"Stupid cunt," the assistant hissed. "I said I'd take the bag off. I didn't say anything about letting you live."
She pulled the rope tight, and Charlotte's breath sealed off: "Hhhhkkkgg-g-g-"
A look of despair washed over Charlotte's face. Her feet were still anchored to the bed, and her hands were tightly bound. As the pain that she dreaded began building up again, all she could do was twist. She felt her body twist left, then right, struggling to get away. Her breasts swayed deliciously with the effort. She clenched her teeth hard at first, but soon the need for air forced her mouth open. She gasped silently, her mouth clutching for a taste of air.
Charlotte's eyes bulged in reaction to the pain, and her mouth squashed into a long horizontal frown. Oh god, this can't be happening, she thought. This is what happened to Brianna. I'm going to end up just like her! I'm going to die!
Charlotte's mouth widened in a yawing, silent scream. She began to buck ferociously, desperate to somehow escape the terrible feeling of asphyxiation. The world began softening in a haze, and a last flash of horror hit her as she knew she was dying. The pain was so intense, she felt like she could see it. Everything began to fade.
Then Charlotte realized she was slouched over and breathing again. "Wha - what?" she muttered. She didn't realize only seconds had passed. The rope tightened again, the blonde using the leverage to pull Charlotte back up. "GGGG-KKKHHHHH!!!" Charlotte tried to shriek. She arched back again, pointing her tits at the camera. Not again, she thought. I can't do this again! But of course she had no choice. The burning began again, the slow agony. Involuntarily, she bucked and fought as the horrible darkness closed in again...
And then she was breathing again. A hand slapped her face hard, bringing her back. "N-n-n-no..." Charlotte whimpered. She couldn't remember where she was, only that she was in trouble. "Please. No." But there it was again, the rope, the silent struggle, the agony in her lungs. Sharp pains jutted Charlotte's legs as her muscles cramped from her latest round of spasms.
When Charlotte came to yet again, brain damage had left her barely human. The blonde had to slap her several times to get Charlotte's eyes to open. But when they did, they widened in horror at the sight of the blonde, and Charlotte began to grunt. "Guhhh! Nnnngh!! Auuhhhhhh!!" she wailed, squirming to get away. The blonde smiled. Good. Charlotte still wanted to live.
She got behind Charlotte and grabbed the rope again. The blonde's arms were tiring, but this wouldn't take much more effort. "Nice knowing ya, Charlotte," she said, as she pulled tight for the last time. Charlotte couldn't understand her, but as the rope tightened, the camera caught her expression of utter despair and horror.
From the way Charlotte stiffened minutes later, the assistant knew it was almost over. Charlotte was still for a few seconds, her eyes gaping. Then she jerked violently one time, forcing her tongue to stick out far. Her voluptuous body began to spasm, tits bouncing deliciously. She twisted and bounced for another full minute, then it was done.
Later,
Charlotte and Brianna were laid out on the bed, naked, arms at their
sides. It had been a good day at the studio, and Charlotte's film would
bring in a lot of money. The photographer and his assistant leaned over
the dead girls and kissed as they prepared to make love on the corpses.