THE PHOTO SHOOT 7 by Amandablonde and Regis

Feature Writer: AmandaBlonde

Edited and Revised: Regis

Feature Title: THE PHOTO SHOOT 7

Published: 16.11.2022 / Revised Version

Story Codes: Collective exploitation of a child

Disclaimer: the characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Preamble: This work was originally written by me, Amandablonde. The work has been extensively revised by my friend and collaborator, Regis. Enjoy!

The Photo Shoot 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Amanda at the door of the bathroom.  She had evidently been watching for some time.

“That’s quite a mouse she’s got,” she said, referring to the bruised and swollen eye, “We’ll give her a few days to recover, and then we can fix that bruise with makeup.”

“I’ll slip Ally into her bed and be right with you,” I said. I put my child naked under the covers, and watched her drift almost immediately off to sleep, “She’ll sleep like this right through the night, after the experience she had today. I suppose she might have some nightmares, and that will likely be the only thing to wake her.”

“Isn’t she a sweetheart,” Amanda commented, and we headed off to her bedroom for some adult fun. “I must compliment you on raising a charming and talented little cunt, a real cock-teaser.”

As we walked, she said, “I have a surprise for you I think you’ll like. We’re going to have a swinging party!”

We arrived in her room, and sitting on top of the bed as if she were part of the furniture, there was a naked and strikingly beautiful little blonde girl, who appeared to be perhaps a year younger than Ally.

I wished I had photographed Ally when she was that age, and looking just as sexy but more innocent. At least I had finally got her to a photographer, and I’d really lucked out in finding Amanda. She was making our experience more than we could have dreamt of, and now she was providing the two of us with a new plaything.

“This is little Hannah,” Amanda said, “As you can imagine, I have some very wealthy and well-connected friends. One of them ‘obtained’ her for me in Las Vegas where her German parents were tourists. About a week ago she mysteriously disappeared from the relative safety of the children’s play pool at their hotel. Can you imagine how distraught they must feel right now?

“There is a frantic search underway through a dozen states as we speak, but I believe she’s quite safe here. Like many German kids, she doesn’t speak any English, as their schools don’t start foreign language lessons until grade seven. The pretty little grade three girls can only speak German in her city.

“I don’t speak any German, nor do I wish to,” she said, “For that I have on staff translators who can manage that for me. Most of what I have to say to captive girls is managed by my actions, so words are unnecessary. We don’t’ have to ask or tell her anything to get done what I have in mind for her.”

We both got out of our clothes, and got into the bed, putting the hapless naked eight-year-old girl between us. Hannah had obviously received some strict lessons, as she was totally compliant while our fingers explored her body and the primary features of the child’s naked groin, her cuntlet and rectum.

“Don’t worry, Hannah colon has been thoroughly flushed before we arrived, to ensure we won’t have to deal with any of her muck. I’m certain you’ve noticed I am not into either the sight, feel or smell of shit. Piss is okay, as long as it’s not stale, but shit is off the table as far as I’m concerned.”

She left no doubt with her direct language.

“That’s good for me,” I replied, “From my point of view shit is just a figure of speech, and as far as piss is concerned, as you’ve seen, I’m afraid it’s what I do when I get too excited, usually related to over-stimulation while viewing sex, and particularly sexual violence. It just happens.”

“And when it happens,” she smiled, “It’s always fresh, so not a problem. If it happens while we’re in bed, you can shower and we can move to a different bedroom. I have lots of them available, as you know. Like they say, shit happens, everybody does it, but I think it’s always better when you piss. Piss happens too,” she giggled.

“In my business, I’ve discovered men like to see naked females taking a pee, anytime, but particularly if it’s an accident, and when they’re shocked by something. Clients often make requests, and about a third of those ask me to video or photograph a little girl with her little cunt bare, peeing, and they often ask that it be out of fear as they’re either about to be, or while being abused.”

She laid back, spread her legs and with her fingers spread open her supple cunt.

“Since you’re a pee freak, why don’t you piss into my quim, fill it to the brim with your golden offal?”

Knowing Amanda, I was certain that was not a suggestion, but another of her demanding commands.

I climbed over her, positioned my cunt a few inches above hers to ensure she had a great view of what was about to happen. She grinned as I released a jetting stream of my urine, and I was surprised at the capacity of her vaginal orifice. None spilled out. Her remarkable vagina held as much urine as I had stored inside my bladder.

“Oohhh!” she moaned, ‘That’s so fresh and warm! It feels like you’ve entirely filled my lower vessel. Why don’t you recycle it?”

I had no idea what she was talking about. Seeing that, she added, “What I’m saying is, plant your mouth over my organ, and drink your warm piss, straight from my cunt.”

Again, she was not offering me a choice but a demand for a filthy act. One designed to amuse her, not me. Surprising myself, I had no desire to deny my new friend her fun. I opened my mouth wide, and dropped my head over her cunt so that the hairless female organ was completely covered.

I pressed my mouth firmly against her flesh as we both rolled, so that she was on her hip, and my head was on its side, now firmly held between her squeezing thighs.

My open mouth, clamped to her cunt, instantly filled with my own still-warm urine. I had to swallow hard, because she squeezed her fuck-chute to empty its contents into my mouth and throat. It was necessary for me to swallow rapidly to get it all. There would be hell to pay, I was certain, if I spilled so much as a drop.

“There now,” she exclaimed, “Wasn’t that fun!”

She sat upright, smiling. I swallowed what was left of my own piss in my mouth, pumping my cheeks to rinse my mouth with as much saliva as I could produce, and reluctantly nodded. Agreement was the wisest choice when dealing with this controlling woman.

“We’ll have to do that again sometime soon,” I said, entirely for her benefit.

I had no desire to drink more warm piss, even my own. Amanda, on the other hand, would be happy to have me repeat that exercise, or she might prefer to piss directly into my mouth, allowing me to dispose of her personal offal.

I was surprised when she sat up and pulled me to her, giving me a very intimate French kiss, working her very active probing tongue in my mouth, collecting the flavor of my urine as she did so. This woman appeared to have no boundaries when it came to sex, regardless of how far out it was, and I was experiencing her extensive range.

She pulled the naked little German girl up in the bed, and spread Hannah’s buttocks wide.

“I always have my staff flush kids before I play with them, or I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

She used her thumbs to spread the child’s buttocks, and her mouth went directly to the child’s naked rectum.

“I love chewing, sucking on and probing with my tongue a little girl’s clean anus ring!” she declared as her mouth went to work on the tight closure of the little girl’s rectum, “It’s always an adventure to poke your tongue inside her.”

That is exactly what she began doing.

I moved in on Hannah’s pretty little cuntlet and gave it intimate oral attention. She had been bathed in preparation for our little party, and her sex meat tasted fresh and salty-sweet, much better than my own pee. My tongue probed her inside and quickly confirmed our squealing little beauty was a virgin.

“She’s intact,” I said. “Wouldn’t it be fun to pluck her cherry!” I showed a naughty smile, “After all, cherries are for plucking.”

I had heard there were videos of little girls being deflowered, but had never seen one being done, and had certainly never been involved in such an intimate and irreversible operation.

The exception, of course, was for approving and participating in Ally’s deflowering at Amanda’s LA studio. That had evolved as the session had progressed, but had never been anticipated, at least consciously for me, except I was now certain that was where Amanda had intended for the session, going so far as to provide the fuck stud to invade her.

With that Amanda reached over to her dresser drawer and pulled out a double dildo, a very long one, designed for a pair of women to mount from either end. Having no intimate girlfriends, I had never tried one of those. I watched Amanda lift a leg, spread her lovely lust-engorged cunt and press one end of the girl instrument into herself.

“I’m sure you know these are not to be ridden alone.”

She rolled onto her side, and I got between her legs, my legs spread and presented my cunt to the offered end of the device planted in hers. My cuntlips were dampened with my own natural moisture, making it easy for me to insert it into myself.

It was extra-long, and when it was fully into both of us, there were still five inches of its length unused. I grasped Amanda’s hips, and she grasped mine, so that we were able to pull ourselves firmly together. She locked her ankles over my upper shoulder, and suggested I do the same to her.

She started a rolling bucking action, and I joined in. We were fucking each other with passion, and it was, up to that point, beautiful. Amanda abruptly thrust her hips hard and held them, pushing the dildo hard into me, and with extra grip, pushed it deeper than I found to be comfortable.

She growled, squeezing my hips with her hands and my shoulder with her ankles, and pushed much harder, driving it in to the point of acute pain. Then she began pounding with her hips, driving the end hard against my uterus as well as her own, and persisted until I screamed from the pain. She was enjoying this punishing intrusion into my womb.

At last she relaxed her grip. She had crossed a line, as a test, to discover whether I was a masochist, which I’m definitely not. I hate being hurt. With her intentionally abusive behavior I found no enjoyment in our tryst.

“You’ve got a strong cunt,” she said, as if it were a compliment.

“Most girls I try this with cave long before you did. I love testing a woman’s commitment to a fuck, don’t you?”

I said nothing, but pulled myself off the long plastic cock. Amanda lay there, the obscene artificial dick sticking out of her flared cunt. I could see a small smear of my blood on the exposed end of the dildo.

I took hold of the lovely body of little Hannah, who had sat by quietly watching the two ladies engaged in rough sex, and squeezed her to me.

“Do you entertain many women in your bed?” I asked, feeling I had earned the right to probe.

She had hurt me, which was no way to treat an invited guest.

“Often young mothers who have brought me their little girls to get photos and videos of them being violently deflowered and raped, are so grateful that they are anxious to show their gratitude in bed. Most are not lesbians, but want to show their respect for me and what I’ve done for them in a very physical way.

“Sometimes I think there’s a masculine side to me, using a cock to do it,” she said, as if sharing a very personal secret, “Of course, I’ve got to maintain my position of control of any situation, and a few extra deep firm thrusts of this versatile toy often does the job quite well.

“If they seem to need more, or if I’m in the mood for it, I’ll mount them up the ass with this fuck toy, and if they are too resistant I’ll use a riding crop on them while I fuck them with the dildo. Most women become quite submissive when I start to whip them, and from then on things go my way.

“Of course, when I do them up the ass like this, there’s no chance to ensure they’re clean inside, and usually they are not, because this is impromptu and unexpected mounting. If my precious toy comes out dirty, I put it back into their cunt and give them an extra deep fuck to clean it.

“That always works, especially while I show the ladies who engage with me what filthy cunts they are. I always have a leather strap beside the bed that does the job nicely. You’d be surprised to see how some women object to the kind of harsh punishment they want to see being doled out to their little girls.”

She stroked the artificial penis sticking out of her flared gripping cunt, as if the toy were a real cock and her own. She pulled it out, damp and streaked with her personal intimate moisture, and handed it to me.

“Popping her cherry was your idea, darling, why don’t you put it into your cunt, and then you can deflower her in the traditional manner.”

I grinned at the idea.

“Fucking shit!” I proclaimed, using the word as it was intended. Ally was asleep and wouldn’t hear my rude language, “That’s a fabulous idea! I’m in!”

I took the long plastic double fuck tool and inserted the end Amanda had worn into my damp vagina, taking it into my cunt so deep that nearly half its length entered me.

I suddenly felt very masculine. I was now wearing a long rigid cock, and was ready to use it, as cocks were meant to be used! When I felt it pressing against my cervix, we put Hannah face down on the bed, lifted the child’s ass, and I climbing up I pressed the other end of the decadent device into her spread vaginal vestibule.

“Let me get my camera, I’ve got to document this,” Amanda said.

This was bullshit, (there I go again) because I could see the many automated cameras she had mounted around the room to capture her regular trysts with both willing and unwilling partners, to share on her darknet website.

She brought a camera from a lower drawer, got it adjusted and then nodded that she was ready. I stood, my knees bent to bring the dildo into range of its pretty little target, and grasped it to point at the child’s puffy pussy. Amanda moved and placed a knee over Hannah’s back to prevent the whimpering child from bolting.

Amanda put her camera down and used both hands to spread the child’s knees, giving me great access to Hannah’s delightful little cunt. I used my fingers to spread her thick outer lips to admit the end of the dildo into her spread vestibule, which I found to be lovely and tight.

I poked her resistant pussy with it several times to tease her, and then violently thrust my hips. She had been actively squeezing, but my thrust was too much for the little girl, and the dildo broke through, entering her little vagina with the entire force I applied to the heave of my hips.

The brutal toy plunged into her, easily ripping through her tightly stretched hymen, demolishing the breached band as I filled her little cock holster for the first time. Amanda immediately picked up her camera and began shooting, capturing the streaks of the violated girl’s virgin blood as the dildo plunged in and out of Hannah’s freshly opened melon.

I had successfully plucked the little fraülein’s forbidden fruit, and now I got to enjoy the power of taking her in her first ever fuck! I now understood what Amanda had meant about her own masculinity, as I was experiencing a new and exciting sense of power I’d never before felt.

Hannah was screaming beautifully as I fucked her with all the passion I was feeling, and it took only minutes for me to reach an amazing orgasm, different from any I had experienced before, because this was through exercising my total power over another human being. This was living!

I pulled out of Hannah, and lay back on the bed, drained. This was more passion than I had ever experienced, and I found it both exhilarating and exhausting. Amanda reached over and removed the dildo from me, wiped it with a tissue and put it back in the drawer.

She then brought out a different double dildo, just like the one Ally had performed with at her deflowering. It consisted of side-by-side cunt and anal posts. This one was the flesh color of the cock of a white man, and had the same impressive dimensions of the black one Ally had thrust into her own little cunt and rectum.

Although of different colored material, the two devices had likely come from the same mold. Being the younger girl, I was sure Hannah would not have the willing response Ally had shown us. I was right. She cringed when she saw it coming, having just endured the smaller diameter of the one I’d used to fuck her.

“Now that you’ve primed her, this will give the little cunt a good fuck, front and rear!” Amanda said, and without preparation she thrust the broad head of the double device into Hannah’s now opened cunt.

Hannah again screamed as the weapon, much thicker than the one I’d used to open her, was fully planted, front and back, within seconds.

“All right! Now that she’s been opened, this pretty little German is ready to swing.”

I thought that was what we were doing all along, but I had misunderstood Amanda’s use of the word. Beside the headboard was a white cotton rope that was slung down from the ceiling. I looked up as she took it, and, startled, saw it was attached by being looped through a pulley.

As she brought it up, I saw for the first time that the end of the rope was tied into a noose. Before the child could respond she had the noose over the girl’s head, and she skillfully pulled it snug under her chin. By swinging, Amanda meant this was going to be a hanging party! The pretty little girl was going to die by slow asphyxiation for us!

“How would you like to do the honors, dear friend?” she asked, “I expect you have never, at last purposefully, killed anyone before, have you?”

I shivered at her dark words. I saw the red lights were blinking on the cameras mounted around the room. They were all running and recording everything we did.

I was going to take part in the making of a snuff video! Amanda handed me the other end of the rope, which had been draped down the other side of the headboard. There was quite a bit of slack, which I was able to take up fairly quickly. I watched as it tightened into a straight line down from the pulley on both sides.

Hannah quickly realized something bad was about to happen to her, and she released a series of sharp shrieking screams. This was delicious. I caused it! She was proving to be the perfect victim. What I was about to do was a heinous crime, and yet here at Amanda’s ranch anything we did was perfectly safe.

The gorgeous little Kraut cunt was mine. I pulled the rope tighter, and stretched her neck upward. I could see Amanda had been careful to place the knot so that it did not press on her carotid artery, allowing a free flow of blood to her brain so that she would die of strangulation, which was lack of oxygen to the lungs, not to the brain.

I pulled her a bit higher, as she stood so that her toes just barely reached the bed, but did nothing to support her weight, which was entirely sustained by the noose around the child’s neck. She was now unable to emit a scream, experiencing growing distress as her neck was squeezed and her lungs cried for air.

I lifted her higher, which allowed her to commence her desperate and erotic air dance. The athletic naked nine-year-old complied, giving us an amazing performance, struggling frantically for relief, swinging her slender arms and kicking her shapely young legs in a frantic and useless struggle for survival.

It was incredible to watch her perform, as if she’d done this before. Her lungs were completely deprived of air, but she did her best. At the peak of the action, her spread thrashing legs revealing the gaping fuck-chute between her legs, the tiny cunt-mouth spread open like a gasping carp.

That was the point where the little naked darling began to spurt little bursts of pee.

“This is just the pressure of her straining out of distress,” Amanda explained, “When she relaxes in death she’ll produce a lot more, as her bladder will empty. Then we’ll have to move to another bed.”

Within a minute the energy of Hannah’s air dance began to fade as her face turned purple, her head at an awkward angle from the noose. Her arms and legs soon hung quietly, and a stream of piss ran down the inside of her legs to the bed below. As Amanda had predicted, the dangling naked girl emptied of her bladder.

It was this move that announced to us her death. I found I was holding my breath as I watched. I had actually purposefully and knowingly killed a young girl, just for the entertainment value of it. I knew Hannah’s hanging would play around the world, broadcast on Amanda’s darknet site.

“You go ahead,” Amanda said, “Second door on the left. I want to clean myself up, and I’ll join you in a few minutes. We can leave this mess for my house girls to take care of, and we can resume our sport in the new room.”

I complied, looking back at the dangling torso of the naked little German girl. ‘Suffocation is such a beautiful way to die,’ I thought.

xxxxx

I went to my room to collect Ally, who was dozy but awake. I hadn’t finished creaming her. The new room was as large as the first, and was luxuriously decorated. It had a changing table, where I laid Ally. I was naked, and climbed into the king-sized bed under a big soft down comforter.

I lay back to soak in the excitement of what had just happened in the other room. I was exhilarated, but there was preparation to do. I got up and began to apply more cream to Ally’s tender groin. In a moment the door opened. Amanda stood there in a sexy pose, standing naked.

Next to her stood a naked man, that I guessed to be in his thirties. He was tall, swarthy and muscular.  His face was very handsome and a smile played on his lips. His cock was close to a foot long even when flaccid. His groin was clean-shaved. This appeared to be an impressive fuck stud.

His huge penis hung with an attitude of vague interest between his legs, partially covering his immense scrotum behind it with its impressive package of semen-producing testicles. I wondered If this were Amanda’s boyfriend, or whether he was a resident fuck stud for her kiddie-rape movies.

She introduced him to me as Carlos, who she had cast to play the lead rapist in the feature film we would make in a few of days. That answered my first question. His eyes went straight to my naked daughter. Amanda explained that she wanted Carlos to see Ally naked so that he could visualize raping her.

“How he sees it in his mind has a lot to do with how the cameras will see it,” she explained.

As if with pride, she told me that her man Carlos was a notorious child rapist she had arranged to be freed from a Spanish prison. She had bribed a guard to let her spend two hours alone with him in his cell, and learned his equipment was all it was said to be.

He had a long string of convictions, most of them for raping and often then murdering little girls, and once she had arranged for him to be released to her protection, he now had the freedom in her studios to do with little girls what he did so well, and without fear of being stopped and again charged for another child rape.

She added, “And as you might imagine, sometimes he does to them much worse.”

THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN