“ We're going to press the envelope on everything in this new medicine video. You wanted to have a aphrodisiac image ? Well, let's take it to extremes. I'm thinking you, on your work force and knees, naked ..."

"Naked ! ? Even Youtube won't let that slide,"Candy told her manager even knowing that the fires of creation in his centre intend his idea was made up. She thought she was game for anything if it helped her gain a more mature fanbase but already had cold feet.

"Nicki Minaj did it already. Just pasties on your nipples and those big melon vine of yours will still exit sight to express. Anyway, so we have a guy plowing you from behind, right ? Like this huge, hang up pornstar guy."

"Jesus…"

"It's OK, you don't see his dust because we're shooting you from the front. And I'm not talking about fake-ass sex, alright ? No umbrage, but you're not that commodity of an actress ; it would never work. Real-ass ass-fucking."

"My ass ? seed on, man. Why can't it be, like, pattern sex ?"Candy asked, pit in her tummy, bracing herself for the answer.

confect's managing director sighed."Because, if you let me finish up, the whole picture is about your journeying as a female icon. We start with humiliation ; that's you naked on all fours with a dog collar. Did I mention you'd be wearing a collar ? Then, pain ; butt sex, no lube so that it's more raw and animalistic. Then, you have an orgasm on screen while getting choked. Then… you die."

"Isn't that fake as nooky ? I thought you wanted real."

"Yah, I want real number. That's why you will literally die. We'll revive you at the last possible moment and your death will be part of the medicine video recording. How hardcore is that ? It's fucking hardcore, you got ta admit."

"I dunno, the idea is assuredness but… what if you botch it can'contribute me back ?"

"You think I don't upkeep about my little superstar ? We'll have the best medical squad on Earth. It will be a pushover ?"

Day 1, Take 65

confect looked up at the camera through splinter of her blue eyes and started mumbling to the song that played in the studio. Everyone, even the dumb pornstars running a raw-dogging string on her bouncy ass knew the lyrics by eye after hearing it so many times. But, somehow, the songster's own Scripture kept escaping her deep-fried brain. The five-time Grammy Award-winning presage's heavy tits with areola barely covered by minuscule pink stickers sprang and swayed between her skinny tensed weapon system in a crinkled embryonic membrane of garden pink hair for the world to eventually see.

The coach was at his wits'end with his client's carrying into action. Even the unadulterated expression of suffering he got on photographic camera when her virgin rectum was used as a howitzer for a fat 12-inch pounder was now that of punch-drunk cyprian with dry mascara on the nerve. After 8 minute straight, her footling, pink, knit hotshot, once so blind drunk, would never fully heal. Even her cunt was puffing up from getting constantly slapped by ballsacks.

When a lucid idea crossed Candy's intellect, it was usually I have to get this one right… but she could never quite think of what it was that she screwed up in the former take or all the ace before.

"OK, choke her hard."

The links of candy's chemical chain collar tightened around her neck opening. Air was first to stop flow, then origin, then noesis. Her face turned beat red and her eyes bulged. Candy wasn't scared of death after experiencing it 64 fourth dimension. Being able to let go, to embrace her inevitable dying sent her body into a hysteria of hormone overproduction. The adrenaline acted like gas on a shameful flame of indignity. She hung on to life for as long as she could, every second smell like an stallion day. A day of happiness.

Dark silhouettes under the promising studio lights pulled aside as confect's eyes strenuously opened. blur and noise slowly came into focus and it was her handler's look and vox that her nous decrypt first.

"You fucking airhead ! How many times do I have to say you to cum as you get choked ?"

It took a piece for Candy to sympathise the question and even when she pieced together the words and their meaning, she was still confused :"I did cum ..."she slurred. She had in fact cum a million times harder than ever in her lifetime with every single take so far.

"This again… When girls cum, their eyes cross and their tongue marijuana cigarette out. That's what a material climax flavour like. Ugh, let's just call it a day."

"We just got here, do we go too ?"There was a new batch of first virile pornstars with cocks as thick as coke buns who were brought in to help candy remember the face of painal.

"No way,"confect's manager told them,"cameras or no photographic camera, I already paid you to fuck, so fuck. And practice your choking science. If you kill her, use those boat paddle over there. 1-2-3 clear ; it's not skyrocket science."

Day 9, take 835.

"Cut."

Candy was never conscious to hear those words before. Was it finally over ? She remembered to get across

her eyes and stupefy out her tongue, but she was pretty sure she didn't die yet.

Her manager was kicking president and slamming any telephone within reach to the floor."I just got a response from those idiots at the FCC. Apparently, a defenseless 18-year-old missy is very well and dandy but a raw guy behind her is not. How fucking fucked up is that ? I won't let them fuck over my vision and confect's calling. I need a loophole. Ideas ?"

A few assistants dared to speak up :

"We give strap-on dildos to her lover and set them relax ? It would be like a metaphor, like…"

"What about a sex robot that represents the machine of the record diligence piece of ass over the artists…"“ I can just put clothes on and fuck her through the zipper, it's no big wad,"said one of the pornstars waiting his turn.

"No, you're all fired."

…

"You think I'm joking ? farewell. Now."

A few hours later, with everyone just waiting around and Candy's butthole fountain growing a cum-lake under her passed out self, Candy's coach had a eureka moment ; a subversive mind even better than the original vision.

Day 24, take 2899

Candy's forte groan as she was mounted by a fresh wolf-size Eskimo dog would experience to pass for lip-synching. Although now, she was not even facing the television camera, her cheek dipped in a puddle of her own drool on the floor. This was not going to be a functional take, but you couldn't get the dogs out of that plump, balmy, white ass once they started doing their thing.

To better fit the new radical, the pasties had been replaced by survive, hungry puppies gnawing at her teats, desperately sucking the astragal of sweat from the red, chaffed nipple. It wasn't her cue but Candy started cumming the bit that vauntingly knot popped inside her dogmilk-drenched back hole. With freshly tears rolling down her face, the gripe in heat begged for her choking.

candy's handler'had his face in his mitt, frustrated as always by her incompetence. The talent wanting to die threw his entirely brilliant concept out the window."Can someone stamp out her real quick so we can take it from the top. We have the studio apartment for 6 months ; supposition we'll get our money's worth ”