THE PHOTO SHOOT 8 by Amandablonde and Regis

Feature Writer: AmandaBlonde

Edited and Revised: Regis

Feature Title: THE PHOTO SHOOT 8

Published: 18.11.2022 / 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 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

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 was pressed firmly against the young mother’s sweating 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 mother’s movement with the reigns, violently jerking them from side to side.

The small girl wore only cowboy boots, and they were equipped with sharp wheel spurs. She streaked them on her mother’s thighs and ribs, producing rows of pinholes in the stressed female meat that leaked blood. Both had jet-black hair, and they wore it in braids. The daughter had a feather stuck in her hair that stood upright at the back. I’d love to see the video they’d just made.

“They’re from the wilds of Southern Arizona,” Amanda explained, “And it’s hard for me to believe, but neither of them speaks a word of English. A pair of true fucking tribal cunts. I’ve got a special video coming up I need the kid for. In it she’ll be featured in a minor (pun intended) snuff scene for a feature film.

“We’re planning to put the barrel of a shotgun up her cunt, and let her experience a blast of lead through her tender gonads and on up into her guts. She’ll wear only those cowboy boots and spurs, and I’ll have the guy with the shotgun in a cowboy outfit, raging cock and balls fully exposed. From my experience, her tummy will balloon beautifully!”

“Wow, that’s radical!” I responded, “God, gut-shooting a little girl up the cunt! That’s fucking amazing!”

“Just to prove to her a gun can cum!” She chuckled at her own joke, “Like blazes! I’ve got no use planned for the mother,” she continued, “And have decided to use her for a requested torture and live gutting scene in a video that’s already in production. We’re going to start in a few minutes, and want the daughter to witness it, to set her up for her own killing scene.

“These scenes can be very intense, and I’ll need someone to hold onto the girl in case she tries to interfere. You know what native people are like. She’ll probably think she’s a super-hero, and can take on her mother’s butcher. 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 how Mexican men liked to use them.

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. She obviously had some skilled prop makers, carpenters and designers on her staff. The setting they had produced was a very accurate-looking Mexican street scene, missing only people strolling by.

The men stripped mama naked, and arched her back over the barrel, cuffing her wrists and ankles to the rings 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.

The rapist pulled out before he wasted any of his semen. His sperm would get to swim elsewhere. He had other, more interesting 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.

He 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. His scream filled the studio. It would make a remarkable addition to the planned video, and gave the man an excuse to begin what he was hired to do.

He quickly drew his big hunting knife, and just as quickly I turned the small girl around so she wouldn’t see the action as he plunged the blade into her mother’s lower belly, causing her mouth to open on his 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 helpless mother permanently losing her intestines on the set.”

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I was quickly leaning the depth of the depravity of Amanda’s videos. I was kept quite busy for the next several days as Amanda’s assistant, and was able to do most of what she needed without extra instructions. She was a busy woman, as this was prime production season at her studio.

As a nice gesture, Carlos brought his German Shepherd dog Adolf to the house for Ally to play with. The dog was big and very male. Its’ red cock jutted out from under his belly when Ally played with him. Amanda showed Ally how to properly play with Adolf, reaching under his belly to stroke and bring pleasure to his slippery red tapered cock.

Ally was a quick leaner and was soon masturbating the dog as he stood and growled, warning her not to stop. Not missing the opportunity, Amanda was quick to take some still shots with her Phase One midsize camera, showing the girl and dog together and her little hands stroking the dog’s large red cock.

Ally found that if she did it right Adolf would ejaculate, just like men did, which she found to be very humorous. The camera was ready, and got some great Adolf spurt shots. Amanda sent me a set of stills of Ally masturbating the ejaculating hound, which were quite spectacular. She was learning fast.

Ally kept a box of Kleenex handy to clean up each mess of his cum he made on the floor. She learned that a dog’s testicles can take a bit of time, just like a man’s, to regenerate a fresh load of semen, but the output of a dog’s nuts was prodigious, and he could ejaculate for several minutes each time.

Ally was in no hurry. Adolf was getting off on the very friendly attention my daughter gave to his hot rod. It was very hot to watch, and I fingered myself as Ally cavorted with the dog, giving full attention to its genitalia. Because of the heat of the day, and with nobody there but us to see her, she wore only a t-shirt.

Her chest and tummy were covered, but everything else was easy to find, for anyone interested in observing a naked kiddy bum and cunt, both fully displayed. Adolf’s ejaculate was indiscriminate, covering Ally’s cunt and things, soaking her t-shirt and running down her thighs, making her the dog’s cum-slut.

Amanda filled a whole one hundred and twenty-eight megabyte card, shooting Ally playing with Adolf’s ready and eager penis. She also had to change batteries. Amanda had to direct, and on the second day had Ally move on to sucking on the dog’s cock as the animal stood over her, eagerly thrusting his erect shaft forward into her mouth.

This was an experienced canine, clearly well trained and used to sexual play with a little girl. Ally loved every minute of it, and she got the big German shepherd to ejaculate on her cunnie and tummy. She also got it to spurt onto her t-shirt, and then got her mouth in line with the spurting canine penis.

Amanda approved, and explained to my daughter that her mouth was a far better receptacle for dog cum than the floor. If she swallowed it all, there would be nothing to clean up. Ally’s lips and tongue worked on the head of the dog cock and its knot, with her little fist pumping the organ to encourage orgasm.

Soon she was rewarded with a gushing mouthful of dog cum, which she promptly swallowed. It was followed by a full fifteen minutes of constant ejaculation, keeping her mouth and throat busy. This produced excellent shots for Amanda to capture and sell to her clients. 

Noticing how well the two got along, we talked about having the dog rape Ally in the movie, but Carlos vetoed the idea.  He said he was not going to fuck any child who had just been fucked by an animal. For him it was both an issue of personal pride and one of health.

Who knew where his dog’s penis had been when it was not with him? I got that, but Ally was getting so good at bringing the dog to orgasm that it would be a shame not to put that skill to work in her movie. I pleaded with Amanda to allow Ally to be raped by the dog once Carlos was finished with her in the movie.

I mentioned I hadn’t noticed any inter-species sex in her films. She agreed that although she had done some, there was not much of that featured, because most dogs she knew of weren’t much into killing their fuck after their lust was satisfied, but she had a feeling Carlos would be able to get Adolf to do it.

It might be worth a try. She would love to see it, and was certain her audiences would love it. She put it to him. Carlos paused, thought it through, smiled and nodded. He saw nothing wrong with the dog raping her once he was done, and he knew for certain it would give her a monster fuck.

Then he went way past that when he said he could get Adolf to rip her fucking throat right out, if that’s what Amanda wanted, since after all, it was her fucking movie. She had total control of script as well as of any action required by crew members and cast, and who the fuck was he to mess with her wishes?

Amanda said, “Yeah, maybe Adolf could rape her, and if you’re up to it, and I’m pretty sure you are by now, get him to snuff her for the ending. That outcome could truly be spectacular. We’ll see if it works out. Usually, I have a person do it. A fucking dog doing a kill. Adolf’s definitely vicious enough to do it given the chance. Let me think about it.”.

My God! So it was possible. I could not get that idea out of my head. Have the dog rape and then either Carlos or Adolf snuff Ally. Permit one of them actually kill my ten-year-old darling! As part of her movie! What a climax it would be! I was again on the verge of pissing myself with excitement. What a rush I was having just thinking about it.

 Three days later we were finally ready for Ally’s big day of feature filming. She was rested and healed up and ready to star in the movie, “Ally’s raw rape!”

My mind was in a fever of eager anticipation.  I could tell that Amanda was excited too.  The ten-minute drive from the house to the studio was filled with happy conversations.

Ally was bouncing on the back seat in happiness. Under her panties she was wearing a little dildo I’d got for her to keep her amused so nobody would know she had it inside her when we were in public. She really loved it, and what it did for her. My little darling was turning out to be a true sexual deviant.

Amanda explained that the movie we were going to make was going to be a life story. It follows a girl from a graphic depiction of her birth on stage during a strip show by naked pregnant strippers in front of an audience, her mother being one of them, right up to her reaching Ally’s age.

All the scenes up to the tenth birthday scene had already been done with body doubles, and were in the can. Amanda had used a pregnant fifteen-year-old schoolgirl to play the part of the low-life mother to get the birthing scene, which was shot with five fully pregnant teens.

The experienced young ladies danced up on a bar, all of them freshly induced, dancing naked in spike heels with their wrists bound behind their back, performing in a birthing competition. They were all in their 63rd week and were induced into labor before getting up to dance.

In addition to the cameras and crew, there was a live audience in the bar with betting on the gender, color and timing of each arrival, making it an amazing beginning to the video Ally was to star in. The script described the young teen mothers performing in the nasty birthing show.

In an event like this, where nature was taking its course, the nasty action was uncontrolled and unscripted. That would have proved to be impossible. To my surprise, three of the infants and four mothers survived the crude, harsh show. Amanda had planned for it to be rough, but not too rough.

The surviving babies, two of them white girls, were, according to the script, carefully cared for as they grew, with support of a special community. In this way Ally’s character had lived a loving and charmed life. Everything around her was apparently normal, and until her tenth birthday, she was a normal happy kid.

Other girls were used to play the younger ages of the character of course, but Ally would play herself for the birthday scene and what followed. Amanda told us there was a sub-plot concerning a secret Satanic sex cult which was arranging to take Ally and use her for their own rape ceremony.

It turned out our girl’s character had been bred for this, and her adoptive, “Parents,” were a part of the cult, which had carefully nurtured her as she grew. It was arranged that on her tenth birthday she would be taken down to the cellar for a very rough party so that the cult could do their worst with her.

 When we arrived at the studio, we inspected the set for Ally’s movie. A staircase wound down from above and the set was luxuriously furnished with heavy red drapes and red and black velvet furniture. A wooden frame stood empty in the center of the set with a pad in the center and leather straps attached to it.

On one side of the set stood the statue of Satan we had seen previously, with a crowd of little girls at his feet reaching upward towards his erect scaled penis, a plaintive look on their faces. On the opposite side of the set hung a huge painting depicting the gang rape of a child by a hooded group of satanists.

“So this is where the cult will fuck up Ally,” I thought.

It was a great set, representing a large basement done up for the special ceremony, and the crew was just putting the finishing touches on it. Everything appeared to be ready, and the scene’s cast was assembling.

 There were a dozen characters, not including Carlos or Ally and her, “Parents.” The actors and actresses who were to play the satanists were all dressed in red robes. There were six men and six women. Carlos was naked except for a leather jock strap.  It was far too small, and the end of his long penis hung over the top.

His entire body was covered in fake tattoos depicting gross child pornography. The actors depicting parents were wearing normal house clothes. Amanda was kind enough to introduce me to most of the actors, and we stood about making small talk until the director was ready for the shoot to begin.

I found out most of them were from LA and had all worked in the child pornography business there, some working for Amanda. She said she had bailed them out when they were arrested on serious charges, and arranged for them to disappear to her very private retreat here in the middle of nowhere in New Mexico.

They had settled in, living in residences included in the enormous studio building and were happy to still be working in their craft or trade of choice. Meantime Ally had been brought back by the makeup artist, and was ready for the filming. She had been taken away by an assistant to the make-up room.

The assistant gave her sexy extra-long eyelashes, applied bright red lipstick to Ally’s lips and nipples, and also painted both her outer pussy lips and her bulging rectal ring. Her cheeks were rouged and her fingernails and toenails were painted with the same bright red color.

The assistant then handed over Ally to the wardrobe assistant to dress. She chose a sexy sheer set of lingerie, so that Ally’s lipstick covered nipples and pussy lips could be seen clearly through the sheer, highly transparent material. The wardrobe assistant brought Ally back to the set and displayed her for the cast and crew.

There was spontaneous applause. My little Ally was an absolute knockout. My ten-year-old sweetie looked like a child hooker.

“So sexy,” I murmured to myself, and when she turned her transparent cape billowed open, revealing her total unobstructed nudity. “Damn,” I thought, “My little pretty little cock-teaser slut looks so sexy and totally fuckable!”

It was time to begin. The first scene shot with Ally involved just her and her parents in a set depicting their home. She was awakened from her bed and taken to the lounge room, wearing a sheer nighty.  She was shown removing the nighty and opening a box containing her birthday gift.

The gift was the lingerie she was provided by the wardrobe mistress. In the scene the, “Mother,” mimes painting Ally with lipstick and nail polish and then she turns and bends forward, so that the advancing cameras catch her red-painted nipples, lips, pussy, rectum and her bright red finger and toenails.

Then the, “Mother,” dresses Ally in the lingerie. She poses Ally and has her turn three-hundred-and-sixty degrees on her toes. The cameras catch her nipples and pussy easily showing through the transparent material. I thought to myself how much I would have liked to play the mother myself.

They both exited through a doorway that led to the basement. Ally made a point to bend forward as she went through the doorway, giving an excellent shot of her painted anus ring and pouting cunt to the camera, which was close enough to get an excellent shot of the little girl sex portals, thinly veiled by her transparent robe.

The director seemed happy with that scene.

He called, “Cut,” and directed that the cast take their places for the next scene, in the richly decorated basement set.

Ally and her, “Parents,” took their places behind the door at the top of the stairs and the satanists gathered in their red robes.

Carlos was now dressed in a Catholic Cardinal’s outfit, concealing his outrageous child porn tattoos. “This is the moment!” I thought to myself! My heart was racing with excitement, knowing Carlos was going to bury his enormous penis in my daughter’s little cunt, and fuck her until she screamed for mercy.

I was satisfied that all of her screams would be real. She knew better than to fake them, and knew the pain she faced would be sufficient to stimulate raucous screams, which was what the script called for. She was as ready as she could be, and at this point was fully into it. 

The cameras and sound recorders rolled.

“Action,” called the director.

The doors at the top of the stairs to the basement setting opened and Ally moved slowly, wide eyed, her, “Parents,” walking on either side. Ally looked ravishing in her slinky lingerie, her lipstick painted nipples pressing into the sheer, fully transparent fabric of her top.

Lower down, her red painted pussy lips pressed just as firmly and revealingly into the sheer panties. The satanists were gathered together in a group, watching with approval. Carlos, in his red cardinal robes, stood at their head, and took the, “Mother,” by the hand when the three reached the bottom of the stairs.

Carlos kissed Ally full on the lips and said to the parents, “Our Lord thanks you for this gift so freely given.”

He shook hands with the, “Father,” and turned his attention to Ally.

“Child, you have been chosen to please us and to please our Lord and Master. You are privileged to be thus presented.”

Carlos signaled to two female satanists who stepped forward, taking Ally from her parents, who step back into the shadows. The two robed women led Ally to a dining table in the center of the set and lift her up onto it.  They lay her back and held her arms above her head, while two males held her legs apart.

The remaining satanists gathered around the table and began caressing Ally’s body, their hands exploring her through the sheer lingerie. Her red painted nipples were tweaked and pinched, and her pussy, red with lipstick, was caressed and probed, with many fingers entering both her pert little cunt and tight rectum.

She had to act to look disturbed for this part, because she was loving it. They gradually became more aggressive and insistent, and began pulling at the sheer material, eventually tearing it free in shreds until Ally was left naked on the table, with twelve pairs of hands mauling her body.

My instinct was to protect her, but my heart felt lust for what I was certain would come. It was a free-for-all, and I could see her mood change, her sexual excitement fade as the men and women were beginning to frighten Ally.

Carlos spoke in a loud voice. “Get the fuck back!”

They did, providing the cameras full view.

“We offer this remarkable sex child as a sex sacrifice to you, Lord Satan! We call upon you to enter her mind and show her images of raging sexual defilement of female children. We ask this as we bring this child, born in a profane birthing show, a piece of delightful human trash, to produce her first orgasm, done in your name. Hail Satan!”

Ally began to moan on the table as, on the video, Satan entered her mind, and on screens around her we saw what she saw in her imagination.

In these, several little girls were being heinously sexually tortured and gang raped. In one, a naked little girl had her little anus and cunt joined by a thick ring, and was suspended by it, hanging upside down by her groin as she was whipped. Others were brutally raped by men in red capes.

My sweet little Ally showed she was feeling pleasure as she saw the rapes in her mind. She had seen the remarkable footage shot for that scene, and the images of her imagination would be spliced into the movie in post-production. There was also one piece of action that was happening in real time.

We saw what Ally’s mind saw, as a pretty little naked nine-year-old girl was lifted and held, legs spread, above the horrific penis on the Satan statue. I squealed with pleasure as the nude child’s little virgin cunt was pulled down onto it. Her legs were used as handles.

She was jerked all the way down onto the artificial erection lined with membrane-ripping scales. It was entirely buried in her young cunt, and then she was grasped under her arms and lifted so that her cunt was pulled off the offending weapon, and as it came out it was streaked with her blood, where its barbs had ripped the lining of her little cunt.

On the table Ally’s body began to move, her hips thrusting up to eagerly meet the hands exploring her. Her mouth was open and her cunt wet. So was mine, watching the stimulating action from behind the camera! This was so fucking evil I really got off on it. Amanda was a genus!

The cameras came in close for shots of Ally’s face, showing us the genuine sexual pleasure she was experiencing. Her painted fingernails and toenails flashed red. Her red lips, nipples and pussy makeup were now smeared by twelve sets of probing hands from the extensive handling of her body.

Gradually, the pace and force increased, as the satanists begin to chant. Their chanting became louder and louder. Their fingers thrust more aggressively into Ally’s pussy and anus, scratching her inside and out. The images in her mind as we saw on the screens became more violent and extreme.

Ally began twisting and squirming in sexual ecstasy. Her mouth was open as her breath came in gasps. Finally, she experienced an orgasm. It was huge. Her body was shuddering and her hips bucking, as the chants reached a climax.

“Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Hail Satan!”

Now things took a turn which I had expected, and secretly longed for. My little Ally’s penultimate rape! While Ally was still held naked on the dining table the satanists pulled down a set of strong wires suspended from the winches on the ceiling which I had not noticed before.

These had the evillest intent I could imagine. There were four wires, and at the end of each was a large vicious-looking steel hook, like a monster fish hook, complete with barbs to tear meat when they were jerked out.

“She’ll swing like a stuck pig while I pork the sexy little bitch!” Carlos bellowed.

THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT