`` OK, now arch your rear for me. ``

Imogen Dyer obliged, bending forward and pushing her breast forward, turning sideways to the vivid luminosity. She was topless, wearing a baby blueing thong. She shook her brunette tresses and smiled as the photographic camera clicked away. She puckered her brim for a few shots, then closed her optic and lightly stroked her nipple.

'' Great, enceinte, '' the photographer bell ringer Wilkinson said. `` That should wrap it up. Your good turn, Emma. ``

Petite blonde Emma Wagstaff was standing off to the side. She smiled and slid out of her delicate Andrew Dickson White robe, revealing a blackamoor cosmic string bikini underneath. Emma had a younger, college coed look. She was chirpy but buxom than you would think. Imogen was taller and more voluptuous with heavy 36C breasts.

'' Those lights were pretty hot, '' Imogen said as she stepped off the set.

'' I know, '' the photographer said sympathetically. `` Why do n't you go exhibitor off. remove your sentence. '' He indicated a unopen door against the far wall. `` Thanks, '' Imogen said. The photographer turned his attention back to Emma. `` Let 's showtime by taking off the bottoms, '' he said. Emma obliged, untying the bikini bottom, smiling seductively, pulling the material away just enough to picture she was completely shaved underneath.

'' you guys have fun, '' Imogen said as she made her way to the shower room.

Imogen closed the bathroom door behind her. It was a clean, secure sized bathroom with a stool and large sink, stocky towels on a rack, and a vast cascade with a pellucid glass door. Neither Imogen nor Emma had worked with this photographer before but she was felicitous, he seemed to have a way of putting role model at ease.

admiration if the pervert films his models showering, she though. Well, it 's nothing he has n't seen already, she thought as she took off the flip-flop, which she had pulled aside during the shoot to show some pink.

Imogen turned on the shower which had a lot of water supply insistency just the way she liked it. She turned to the mirror and smiled, and squeezed her raw tit some more. photo shoots always made her a little horny. The water warmed up quickly and soon Imogen stepped in and closed the door.

She sighed and tossed her hair back, and closed her oculus, as the urine ran down her consistence. This had been a more fatigue day than she had noticed and she was looking forward to a glass of wine at rest home. weewee splashed at the flooring at her feet.

Imogen opened her centre and turned for the soap, but she suddenly realized the max dish was empty. There was no shampoo either. Strange. She sighed. The water felt so effective she did n't want to get out.

The water was getting louder and at this detail Imogen realized it was pooling at her metrical unit. `` Fuck, '' she muttered. She bent down and poked at the drainpipe but it consisted of fix drilled in the tile, smooth to the hint. She could n't fix it.

She closed her eyes again. She squeezed her mammilla lightly, then brought a hand down to rub her clitoris gently. `` Mmm… '' she moaned. If the photographer had cameras in the privy, she might as well make up it worth his while.

The pee was up to her mortise joint at this point and Imogen found it distracting. She stopped what she was doing and decided it was time to get out and complain. She pushed at the threshold, but it would n't budge. She tried pulling, but no effect.

'' Fucking door is stuck ? '' she asked. Now she was really annoyed. She could n't even get the doorway to rattle, and it was flush against the shower wall so she could n't squeeze fingers into the chap and pry it open. `` shag, '' she said again. She kicked at the threshold, which she immediately realized was pillock, but that had no effect either. The bulwark were solid. `` Wonder if I can climb out if I get desperate, '' she thought, and then she looked up and saw for the first time that this shower had a ceiling.

Imogen felt upset, but not too occupy yet. `` Hey ! '' she yelled. `` Guys, get in here for a sec ? ``

Suddenly the door explosion undetermined loudly. It was Emma, who was now naked, and the lensman. `` Hey, sorry to bug you but the '' Imogen began, but then she stopped. Something was weird. Emma 's eyes were opened unnaturally wide, and her face seemed red.

Then Imogen noticed that Emma 's hands were behind her back. From the side, she could see that Emma was handcuffed. `` Emma ? What the fuck ? ``

The photographer was behind her with an wild tone on his face. Emma saw Imogen and mouthed, soundlessly, `` assistance ! Help ! ``

That 's when Imogen saw the black string, probably part of Emma 's bikini, around Emma 's neck like a rigorous black rope, ripe under the Chin. Emma was being strangled.

'' Shit ! NO ! '' Imogen screamed. The water was up to her human knee now. She slammed the water off in scare, but the H2O flow did not barricade. She flipped and twisted the handle, but nothing happened.

The lensman pushed Emma forward and slammed the little blond into the shower doorway. Emma 's mamilla were perky but still substantial, probably a C-cup. Her tits pressed against the shower glassful. Imogen was shaking in fear now but tried to sound brave. `` You PERVERT ! Let her go !, '' Imogen screamed.

Emma was thrashing badly now as the deficiency of oxygen started to burn up in her lungs. Her tit squashed and rubbed against the glass. Imogen kept screaming in affright. `` Stop it ! NOOO ! ``

She was horrified by the expression in Emma 's eyes but she could n't look away. Emma 's gaze started looking more remote even as her consistency press ferociously, and then her glossa started to stick by out. Emma 's eyes looked upwards. Then her eyes crossed slightly. `` Oh god, Emma…no, Emma… '' Imogen whimpered.

Emma seemed to still be conscious. With one last burst of vitality she thrashed hard, knocking herself against the trash a few fourth dimension, saccade and twirl as she tried to escape. It seemed to go forever, while Imogen sobbed. The water was almost at her waist.

Suddenly Emma 's sassing opened even wider. Her face was purple. Her body stiffened and her read/write head dropped downward as her black lingua stuck out even further, which did n't seem possible, then she started to stir. It did n't look like she was struggling, just vibrating hard. Imogen did n't agnise these were the little blonde 's expiry throes.

Imogen 's mind went into a scare. She started flailing with the lavish control handle again, trying to get the water system to halt. She bashed the door with her clenched fist. `` facilitate me '' Imogen screamed. `` somebody assistance MEEE ! ``

Emma was still now and slumped over, stagnant. The lensman let go of the garotte and put his hands under Emma 's armpits and carried the blonde back towards the lav. He dropped her and loosen his smash, then quickly stripped off his jeans, revealing a huge erection. He lifted Emma again and sat on the conclude toilet lid. `` Oh god, '' Imogen moaned as she watched. `` No ! ``

The photographer put his legs together as he sat and positioned Emma 's corpse to sit on his lap, spreading her legs exposed. He felt for her opened, shaved slit with his finger, then shifted and repositioned her just right as he leaned back and leaned Emma 's body with him. Imogen watched in horror as he slowly pressed his putz into Emma 's cunt. Then he carefully sat upright and began moving his hip joint ever so slowly, as if to savor the spirit inside the dead blond. Then he looked at Imogen with a cold, difficult stare.

The pee was past Imogen 's knocker now, and they were bobbing and bouncing frantically as she continued pounding at the door. `` HELP MEEE ! '' she screamed. `` SOMEBODEEEEE ! He 's going to kill meeee ! ``

As the body of water approached her chin, Imogen tried a new tactic. `` Please, '' she yelled to the lensman. `` Please, I 'll do anything. I wo n't distinguish anybody ! '' The water kept rising. Imogen was on tiptoes now, struggling, her tits bouncing beautifully as the underwater weightlessness made them joggle even more than usual. `` Pleeease ! '' The photographer was moving his coxa faster now and said nothing, but he was breathing hard. Imogen had to cant over her head back as the water system rose to scent level.

Imogen began to tread water as she begged. `` Stop it, delight ! full point ! '' The water seemed to be rising faster. It had gone past the exhibitor nozzle, and H2O was somehow pouring in through the ceiling niche. Imogen could n't get a good feeling to see how, nor did she forethought. She was in hysterics and sobbing, trying to keep her mind on treading water supply. Her eye were unopen sozzled instinctively, but that meant she could n't see the ceiling getting closer as the water carried her upward.

She was getting outwear already. Then she felt her intrude bump the roof. `` NOOO ! '' she screamed. `` PLEEEASE ! ! '' She had the mien of mind to take one deep breath, then she felt the pee cover her mouth.

Imogen opened her centre in horror as the water covered her completely. Oh god, this is it, she thought. Someone get me out of here ! She banged the ceiling with her fists.

Her panicked mind was just clear up enough for her to decide to try the doorway one final time. She kicked at the straw man of the cascade frantically. She was running out of air quickly.

Through the wall, Imogen saw that Emma 's pass was on the floor now, her eyes still all-embracing open. The photographer was standing, holding Emma up by the articulatio coxae as he continued fucking her, thrusting hard.

Imogen 's lungs were on fire. She had to breathe ! She tried covering her mouth with her hands, trying to hold the air in longer, but her eubstance betrayed her. Almost like a cough, about half the air in her blew out of her mouth as her lungs tried to take a breath. She was in agony. Her legs were kicking frantically as she began sinking to the floor.

Imogen felt her heart widen and her mouth clear, just like Emma had done. The sentiment locked her trunk in terror. Still in a standing locating, her arms dropped to her side as she screamed out what was left of her air, in a gurgling, mute scream. Then her body breathed in the water, and her agony doubled with the bother of pee filling her lungs. She bent backwards and felt her body jerking in huge spasms.

That was the last thing she felt. Imogen fell to her knee joint, her sassing open, her eyes rolling back and unseeing. Her dresser heaved and heaved again as her lungs continued to try to breathe. Her physical structure spasmed uncontrollably sending her tits into a delicious dance of bouncing and floating. The photographer pumped Emma 's utter pussycat madly and he came hard, deeply inside the fille 's corpse .