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Writers: Amandablonde & Regis
Subject: ALLY’S LUST-ADDICTED MOM / THE PHOTO SHOOT 14
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Ten-year-old Ally and her single mother Clititia were at a restaurant one day when they met Ms. Amanda, a professional photographer. They struck up a conversation, and Amanda learned that the mother, a sales representative for a French Lingerie company, Naughty Nighties, wanted to have professional photos taken of her daughter, and by careful questions, learned she wanted some child boudoir photos of her daughter. One thing led to another, to another, and it wasn’t long before the little girl became a model for her pornography business.
Ally’s Lust-Addicted Mom / The Photo Shoot 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I was unable to contain myself with this dreadfully stimulating outcome I saw on the screen, and I experienced a massive orgasm at Carlos’ throat-fuck killing of the young girl. This was a side of me I had not experience before, and instead of being repulsed at my reaction, I saw it as a new dimension of me.
As I finally completed my self-induced thrill and relaxed, Amanda said, “I expect you liked that. It takes a special person to fully appreciate the sexual rewards of the creative forced-ending the life of a naked young girl. You are not alone in this, or I wouldn’t have any customers.”
On the screen we watched the distraught mother beat on Carlos’ chest with her fists, but Amanda assured us she had little reason to be angry, she was just performing as she thought a mother should. Before the shoot she he had been rewarded with a substantial payment for the right to say goodbye to the kid.
Amanda said she had paid the cunt seven thousand, enough to pay off her MasterCard and Visa debts, just for providing her darling daughter’s life to contribute to Amanda’s special private snuff library. She was proud of her output, which she mentioned is also available for sale to those able to pay the high price she charges for such material.
“Could you handle another stimulating video like this, or would you rather wait? There’s another one cued up.” My face was flushed with the extreme arousal I was experiencing, and I said with a raspy voice “Yes, I’d love to see more of Carlos’ work going the distance! He’s amazing! Let’s see it.”
She pressed the play button again, and Carlos again appeared on the screen, this time with a petite seven-year-old licking the edges of the head of his penis, which was too large to fit in her mouth. He lifted and laid the naked child on her back on a table, with her lean thighs spread wide.
He used his fingers to pull open her labia, allowing the camera to show that she retained her hymen, a true certified virgin. This was another reminder that Amanda was definitely a cunt person, with as much interest in the female genitals as Carlos, though for quite different reasons.
“That’s a lovely little cunt she has, isn’t it” I commented, just to say something. “She’s very pretty, and looks so sweet,” I was feeling my passion swell, knowing the pretty naked little girl was about to die, and felt my juices begin run again. This was the kind of thing I could take a lot of.
Having already seen Carlos intentionally kill a naked young girl, suffocating her with his huge penis, I couldn’t believe how anxious I was to see him heartlessly perform another killing in yet another snuff video. Thanks to Amanda, I had discovered a new passion in my life, one she was fulfilling.
“She was the perfect little girl for this video,” Amanda said. I noted her use of the past tense.
“And we didn’t have no need to deal with no fuckin’ mother this time,” Carlos chimed it, “since we’d bought her from recruiters who snatched her from a park wading pool. They saw her lovely cunt when she pulled her panties down to squat and drop a lump of shit in the water. Some people’s fuckin’ kids!”
“Watch your fucking language, Carlos, I don’t want to hear any fucking expletives, please. After all, you’re talking to a fucking decent lady,” Amanda chided. She was having fun with me.
We watched while on the screen Carlos move to the end of the table, and grasping the child’s small thighs in both hands, press the head of his erection against her little vestibule. By wiggling his cock, he spread the fat lips of her vulva. He had no concern for her little inner lips, as they would be crushed and ripped by the violence of his entry.
It was going to be a powerful penetration, as there was no other way for him to get his huge penis into her. With a sudden jerk of his hands on her lower limbs he achieved partial penetration, and I gasped as I saw blood at the point of their partial union. He was in, but barely so. He had a long way to go for full insertion which this small child couldn’t possibly survive.
I lay, gasping for air as I felt yet another orgasm coming on. As I lay on my back, Amanda straddled my head as she had done once before, and again she lowered her wet vagina down over my nose and mouth. She brought some of her weight to bear as my mouth drew into it her tender lower inner lips.
I could hear but not see Carlos’ progress as the child announced each thrust with a fresh scream. The little girl’s stark horror at what he was doing was intoxicating. I found, like the other girl that Carlos had suffocated with his cock, that I was unable to draw in any air, this time because of Amanda’s wet cunt covering my nose and mouth. I was beginning to feel pain in my lungs.
“Are you enjoying this, darling?” Amanda asked, not expecting an answer, as it was her own sex organ that prevented me from speaking. She and Carlos had something in common in their suffocating skills. She ground her hips to increase the seal, and I began to panic.
My reaction was entirely physical, one of pure survival as I attempted to twist away from under her weight. She held firm, and in the erotic ecstasy of the moment, I pissed once again, but with my face covered by Amanda’s groin, I could not see where my liquid product landed.
“He’s into the child’s cunt nearly half way,” Amanda narrated for me, “which is more than the little girl can take. Worse than that, he’s determined to make full, complete entry, at all costs,” she said, describing what I could hear but not see. I felt as desperate to see what was happening as I was anxious to get air.
My need elevated from desperate to extreme, and my legs and arms heaved and thrashed as I tried to raise myself to out from under her, but with no success. Amanda’s powerful thighs squeezed my head as her amazing cunt pressed down hard on my mouth and nose.
Amanda was purposefully depriving me of any chance to breathe, as desperately as I needed to. The pornographer bitch had me where she wanted me, entirely at her mercy, with her wet cunt pressed down over my nose and mouth. As desperate as I felt, this was also exciting me!
I could feel my consciousness gradually fading, and still the sadistic female photographer’s big warm cunt pressed downward, even harder, sealing my face from air completely. I felt light headed, the world began to spin, sounds became fuzzy and distant, and then there was only darkness and silence. My body had given up.
I became aware of fingers gently tickling my clit, and then the sounds of a child’s shrill screaming. I opened my eyes, and saw on the screen Carlos had driven his penis into the small child to its full length, her little pubic mound spread impossibly wide against his lower tummy.
Knowing the size of his penis, I guessed the head was now all the way up between her lungs, having had to push right up through her little uterus and through her internal pack of intestines. He bellowed like a rutting bull, and began ejaculating as the girl, her blood gushing out around the base of his passionately pumping penis, still struggled.
As I watched, astonished at the Spaniard stud’s brazen disregard for her life, when she finally gave up her useless struggles. He had killed, wantonly murdered the naked little girl by fucking her to death with his monstrous cock. Prior to this, that obscene phrase was for me a figure of speech, not a reality.
I had not even considered this to be actually possible. Once more Carlos had astounded and shocked me with his amazing sexual drive. As he pulled her sexy little carcass off his cock, it was now apparent the hole of her cunt was now greatly expanded, as he had somehow smashed her pelvic bone
The awful tear in her flesh as he had powerfully fucked her had advanced and split her up into her tummy, ripping her. A few gleaming curls of the naked little girl’s intestine came out as he withdrew his penis. The big Spanish prick Carlos had just fucked a little girl to death for the benefit of Amanda’s cameras.
He had also done it to please Amanda, and the people who would pay grandly for rights to view the grossly obscene video. I got up, stood over him, lowered my cunt onto his erection, and he began to fuck me as I used my legs to assist. I had never before, to my knowledge, fucked a man who was a murderer, let alone a savage child killer. I knew we were two of the same.
The three of us took turns fucking, sucking and cuddling on the big bed. Life was beautiful at this moment. In quiet moments Amanda and Carlos explained how they distributed their movies to an ever-widening circle of extreme pedophile clients, and how they monitored the rape statistics in the areas where they sold their outrageous snuff videos.
Amanda told me with pride that the incidence of underage rape was up four hundred percent in a year in her target market areas, in a world where, thanks to the proliferation of her extreme rape videos that rape statistics in general had doubled. Also, sex murders of little girls were up nearly fifty percent! I found this to be the hottest of all the things I learned that night.
As things quieted down, I wondered about Amanda putting that suffocating hold on me with her cunt. She had actually put me out with it, stopping short of killing me, which she could have so easily done, and I understood she knew what she was doing. The question that remained was why.
What was that about? Could it have anything to do with the movie we were making? Could it involve my pretty little daughter Ally? She could have killed me if she’d wanted to, but it was clear that wasn’t her intent. Was she indirectly giving me instructions on how I might get involved?
We drifted off to sleep together in Amanda’s bed to dreams of brutal child rape and snuff. It was satisfying to think of how our actions could lead to the whole country being turned to the dark side. People everywhere daring to kill little girls for the sheer short-term pleasure it brought them. What bliss!
666
We allowed Ally to rest for several days. She would need all of her strength if she were to survive the rigors of a full-length movie production, particularly one that would be so physically, sexually and emotionally taxing. What she had endured to date was good preparation, and I was sure my precocious child would perform well as a little harlot.
While that time was passing, I went with Amanda to the studio to further my education as well as pass the time. I knew I had a lot to learn about the business, and Amanda was a Master. It was incredible to see the many varied ways they had of making child pornography, with many things done I would never have expected could be possible.
I watched through the observation windows the action in one of the studios where a pair of teen boys had an eight-year-old girl wedged between them, both with their pants down to their knees as they double fucked the naked girl upright, one in each of the dual fuck holes in her groin. They were having a great time, but she was definitely not, judging by her shrill screams.
Amanda said she had an unusual situation she thought I might find interesting, and likely stimulating. She introduced me to an aboriginal woman my age with a very pretty eight-year-old daughter. They were typical high-cheekbone Indians. They were both naked, the mother on her hands and knees, and the little girl was riding her bareback.
They had just come off a film set. The naked child’s little cuntlet pressed firmly against the young woman’s back. There was a horsehair tail sticking out of the mother’s rectum, and she wore a leather bridle with a bit in her mouth. Her daughter controlled her movement with the reigns, jerking them from side to side.
The girl wore only cowboy boots, and they were equipped with sharp wheel spurs. She raked them on her mother’s thighs and ribs, producing rows of pinholes in her meat that leaked single droplets of blood. Both had jet-black hair, and they wore it in long braids. I’d love to see the video they’d just made.
“They’re from the wilds of Southern Arizona, and it’s hard for me to believe, but neither of them speaks a word of English. True tribal cunts. I’ve got a special video I need the kid for, to be featured in a minor snuff scene in a feature film. We’re planning to put the barrel of a shotgun up her cunt, and let her experience a blast of lead.”
“Wow, that’s radical!” I responded. “God, shooting a girl up the cunt! That’s fucking amazing!”
“Just to prove to her a gun can cum!” She chuckled at her own joke. “I’ve got no other use for the mother,” she continued, “and have decided to use her for a requested torture and live gutting scene in a video in production. Just like niggers, Indian cunts have the same color intestines as whites.
“We’re going to start shooting the one with the mother in a few minutes, and want the daughter to witness it, to set her up for her own killing scene. We’ll cut in shots of the girl watching her mom getting ripped and gutted, to show her horror at losing her mother in such a visually repellant way.
“Those disembowelment scenes can be very intense, the girl’s response will be extreme, and I’ll need someone to hold onto the little bitch in case she tries to interfere. Would you like to watch the killing of her mother with her?
I swallowed hard. “I’m up for it, I guess,” I stammered, feeling that swell of lust rising in my stomach again. What harm could one more killing do now, since I had participated in one, and then had enjoyed watching movies made here of Carlos killing a pair of innocent naked young girls.
I followed Amanda to one of her studios, and we entered. The mother had no idea what was happening, and accompanied us willingly. Two of the Mexican killers who had raped Ally were there, and both were naked. Both had rigid erections, and wore leather belts, with leather knife holsters attached, and large knife handles showing.
The woman was surprised to see the men were naked, but her daughter was as well, as she had just done her own promotional stills, and all girls were required to be nude for those. She looked to be nervous at the sight of the big hunting knives, knowing Mexican men liked to use them, and she also knew there were no rabbits to skin here.
The area where the men worked had a backdrop painted like a stone wall, and the floor was also painted as if it were a stone roadway. On it was a large wine barrel, which was firmly fastened to the floor. There were large iron rings anchored to the barrel on both ends.
I was always impressed at the incredible props and devices in Amanda’s videos. They reflected her vivid imagination, and were the product of a very evil mind. She knew what she wanted, and also knew how to get it, even when it involved the violent death of the people she got involved.
The men stripped mama naked, and arched her back over the barrel, cuffing her wrists and ankles to the rings on the ends so that she was held firmly in place, her arms and legs spread. One of the men leaned over the barrel, thrust his erection into her cunt and gave her a rapid fuck, pulling out before he wasted any of his semen. He had other use for it planned.
The other man stood by her head, pressed his penis against her clenched teeth, jammed his thumb into the joint of her jaw to force it open, and then rapidly plunged his rigid penis down her throat. She did what Amanda said was unacceptable, and bit him hard, locking her teeth in his meat shaft.
He quickly drew his big hunting knife and just as quickly I turned the girl around so she wouldn’t see the action I knew was coming as he plunged the big blade into her mother’s lower belly, causing her mouth to open on the big cock jammed in her throat. This was getting messy. Momma was about to lose her guts.
I looked away, not wanting to see what happened next. This was proving to be more gross than anything I could imagine. My only concern was to get the little daughter out of that studio as quickly as I could. I thought I was going to barf, but just then Amanda followed us out.
“Good move,” she said, “I think the daughter’s seen enough. When it’s her turn to perform, we don’t want her too traumatized. It doesn’t make for good video or photos. You did the right thing. It was my mistake. She doesn’t have to see her mother losing her intestines on the set.”
THE END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Hell tome!