Posted by BlueLips on March 01, 2009 at 12:00:38:
From outside, I heard the car pull up and stop. She was right on time.
I stepped outside as she was getting out of her car, wearing unassuming jeans and a modest tank top. I introduced myself.
"I'm Brandy," the girl said. Sure you are, honey, I thought. We went inside.
My filming studio is outside the city, in a sparse industrial zone with businesses that are shut down on the weekends. I eyed Brandy as she stepped in ahead of me -- about five-foot-seven, with wavy, light brown hair that could almost be considered dark blonde. A fashion sense that wasn't pricey but was more professional than trashy. I liked that.
Inside, I poured her some coffee. "Now, just to make sure we're clear, we are going to have sex on camera," I told her.
"I wouldn't be here otherwise," she said with a sexy smile. "Since you're a man, I'd normally bring a chaperone. But Ianthe says you're okay, and I trust her." I just nodded and smiled. We spent the next 20 minutes discussing terms, signing contracts, getting comfortable with each other. That level of professionalism and detail keeps the smarter models from getting suspicious.
My studio is in what would normally be a large garage or warehouse, but it's been coverted for plush comfort. There's a neutral, office-like carpet, and I've installed acoustic foam on the walls and ceiling, for better sound. It's backed by extra soundproofing, but the models don't need to know that.
The filming areas themselves are two walled-off rooms, made to look like large motel rooms. I change the wallpaper and furnishings around, because my clients like variety. It costs, but they'll pay.
Brandy initialed the last of the useless forms, which would be going in the shredder later tonight. She sighed with accomplishment. "I guess we're ready to get started," she said. I pointed her to the changing room.
As requested, she brought a costume that wasn't too slutty. She came out wearing a denim skirt showing off slim, tan legs and delicious thighs. Black high heels on her feet, no stockings. Her short-sleeved top showed generous cleavage that was crossed by a pair of interweaving strings X'ing back and forth like shoelaces, suggesting that one tug would open everything up. She had a firm bust, probably 35 inches. She was an eyeful.
We entered one of the filming areas and sat down on the bed.
"So, it's a customized sex film," I explained again. "Cameras are all around us. Some, you can see, like those by the wall. Others are more subtle. Here's one on this shelf behind the clock, for instance. I just want you to know that any angle can be photographed, so don't worry about playing to the camera. We'll get everything."
"Mmm, I like that. I'll really be able to let go," she purred, already playing her role. These girls always try to convince me they're walking in horny.
"By the way, we're already filming," I said. "This client kind of likes hearing me explain things to the ladies, like a behind the scenes thing."
Brandy shrugged. "I've done weirder things," she said. "Let's get started."
She crossed her legs and sat up straight, her breasts pressing forward into her top, erect nipples poking through the fabric. I get on the bed, kneeling behind her, and start kissing her neck and massaging her shoulders. "Mmmm," she purred again. I caressed her thighs, pushing up her skirt a little to reveal no panties.
After a few minutes, I pulled a string on her top, and it began sliding open just as expected. Her gorgeous breasts spilled out. I gently pinched her nipples, and she made the right sounds. Her skirt, it turned out, opened from the side, so we made quick work of that, getting her shaved pussy exposed to the lights. She opened her legs as I reached around to rub her clit. I was surprised to find she was actually wet. She was squirming now, and making small, high-pitched moans. "Oh... oh...."
I paused to reach under the pillow and pull out a necktie. I looped it loosely around her neck like a scarf. Brandy didn't mind, she was poking her clit and sticking a finger insider herself while I worked. "The client loves the look of these," I told Brandy. "And there's one more thing." From under the pillow again, I produced the handcuffs, fur-lined. "Any objection?"
Brandy looked skeptical, but after all, I did come highly recommended, and everything had been quite professional to this point. "Well... maybe just at first," she said. I snapped the cuffs on her hands, behind her back, going slowly so as not to seem anxious. Then I went back to work on her nipples and clit a little bit, to put her at ease.
She still had the heels on. "Do most men like you to do it with heels on?" I asked.
"Yes," she moaned, eyes closed, trying to lose herself in pleasure.
"Take them off, please." She kicked them off. "That's better," I said. "Because this client likes his girls to be naked when they die."
It took her a second, then I felt her stiffen a bit. "What?"
"You heard me, bitch." I pulled the ends of the tie.
"gaaackkkhhhhhh!" Whatever she was going to say was cut off. I pulled her back towards the center of the bed as she began to squirm side to side. Her first instinct was to grab her neck, but of course her hands were cuffed. Over her shoulder, I watched her breasts bounce and wiggle as she tried to free herself. Her legs pushed and slid aimlessly on the bedspread.
"We really are going to fuck, by the way," I told her. "I just didn't tell you you'll be dead at the end of it."
I was letting her get just enough air to make little choking sounds out of her throat. I let that go on for a few minutes while she began to kick harder, probably starting to feel it in her lungs. Then I pulled tighter, cutting off her air completely. She bucked and shook, making no noise as her head tossed this way and that in sudden, forceful jerks. I got her to a point where her whole body shook and her legs pulsed out synchronously in single violent kicks.
Then I let go. Brandy fell forward with a deep gasp. Quickly I took my own clothes off and got some pillows from the head of the bed, stacking them up. Brandy's dazed state was starting to clear. I grabbed her head and forced her to look in my eyes, enjoying the fear and panic in hers. Her mouth opened wide, and she started trying to scream. "No," she croaked. "Please. Don't do this!"
I slapped her, then flipped her over. Fighting against her kicking legs, I managed to get her pelvis onto the small stack of pillows. Brandy's head was clear enough now that she started screaming. "AIEEE! AIEEEEEE!" Even if anyone was around, they would be able to hear her.
With Brandy properly in place, I allowed myself a quick, admiring glance at her shaved cunt. Then I got on top of her and, with some difficultly because she was squirming hard, slid myself into her. Then I grabbed the tie and got back to work.
"NNnnggkkkkk...." was all she managed before her air was cut off again. She kicked hard, but I managed to stay inside her, occasionally pumping carefully as she thrashed. Her movements were getting me off by themselves, so I concentrated on keeping her in position. She started to flop up and down like a fish, which was different. I was sure one of the cameras caught a good shot of her breasts as that happened.
I wasn't required to do this part for very long, so I let go of the tie, slapped Brandy's ass hard, and grabbed her hips to really start going at it. As I fucked her, she stopped kicking and began screaming, more like long grunts of horror and disbelief. "UNHHH! UNHHH! UUUUNHHHH!" Her body racked with sobs as I pumped fast and came inside her.
I stood up and started pulling the pillows out from under her. It took Brandy a second to realize she was free, then she quickly rolled off the bed and stood up, which was what I had hoped for. It let me grab her with an arm around her neck and throw her to the bed hard. "NOOO!" she screamed.
I got behind her and worked at looping the tie around her throat a second time. Brandy kept trying to throw her body forward to escape. "NO! NO!! NOOOO!!!!" Slowly I started pulling the tie tight for the last time. "NOOOOO!! N-AAAGGCCKKKK!!" As she threw her head back, I could see her eyes tightly shut in desperation, her mouth open, searching in vain for air, or maybe for release.
"This is the end," I told her. "You're going to die with a pussy full of cum."
She had plenty of fight left in her. She kept pitching forward at first, but then got the idea of trying to slide off the bed, to one side or the other. I pulled harder and held her in place, squeezing the life out of her throat. She curved her back in agony, sticking her breasts out magnificently, jiggling as her legs tried to find purchase. Soon her kicking got faster and more erratic, and she started sticking her breasts out further as her body tensed. I felt myself getting hard again.
I couldn't see her face but I knew what was happening. The cameras would capture her wide, doe-like eyes, bloodshot, and her gaping mouth with its purple lips. Her tongue would be forcing its way out right about now. Then, as her eyes lost their focus, her head would bow down, which it did, a sign that it was almost over.
As tense as her body was, it stiffened even further as she went into her death throes. She shook hard but was in no danger of getting loose from the tie. All at once, she collapsed onto me. I kept the tie tight, motionless, for several minutes, then she spasmed once, and once again. I heard her bladder empty. It was done.
Panting, I sat her up and faced her towards one of the cameras. I grabbed the remote from the nightstand and hit the button to zoom in, so that her purple, twisted face could fill the screen to end the snuff film.
My work was done at that point. The contract called simply for a rape and a kill. But once in a while, I like to do a little something just for myself. Brandy looked so sexy, and her death had made me horny again.
I played with her breasts for several minutes, squeezing, sucking, slapping. I admired her dead face. I pushed her off the bed and used the necktie to lift her to her knees. I looked into those dead, gaping eyes, rolled upwards as if to stare at me, and then I pushed my cock into her dead mouth, sliding along her tongue. I started pumping slowly.
It
was marvellous. With one hand I held up Brandy by the hair. The other
held the necktie, which I twisted up to form a weak noose. I held it
tight. I pretended she was still alive and suffering. I pretended the
last thing she felt was my cum hitting the back of her throat.