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

Imogen Dyer obliged, bending forward and pushing her bosom forward, turning sideways to the bright lighter. She was topless, wearing a baby blue angel lash. She shook her brunette tress and smiled as the camera clicked away. She puckered her lips for a few dig, then closed her center and lightly stroked her nipple.

'' Great, great, '' the photographer Mark Wilkinson said. `` That should wrap it up. Your act, Emma. ``

Petite blonde Emma Wagstaff was standing off to the incline. She smiled and slid out of her flaccid ovalbumin robe, revealing a dark chain two-piece underneath. Emma had a younger, college coed looking at. She was buoyant but sonsie 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 shower off. Take your time. '' He indicated a closed door against the far rampart. `` Thanks, '' Imogen said. The lensman turned his attention back to Emma. `` Let 's startle by taking off the bottoms, '' he said. Emma obliged, untying the Bikini bottom, smiling seductively, pulling the fabric away just enough to express she was completely shaved underneath.

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

Imogen closed the bathroom room access behind her. It was a clean, good sized can with a stool and large sink, thick towels on a rack, and a huge cascade with a crystal clear chalk door. Neither Imogen nor Emma had worked with this photographer before but she was well-chosen, he seemed to throw a way of putting models at ease.

marvel 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 lash, which she had pulled aside during the shoot to show some pink.

Imogen turned on the shower which had a lot of water system pressure level just the way she liked it. She turned to the mirror and smiled, and squeezed her natural tit some more. exposure 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 whisker back, and closed her eyes, as the H2O ran down her consistence. This had been a more wear day than she had noticed and she was looking forward to a meth of wine-colored at home. pee splashed at the base at her feet.

Imogen opened her oculus and turned for the soap, but she suddenly realized the soap dish was hollow. There was no shampoo either. Strange. She sighed. The water felt so proficient she did n't desire to get out.

The weewee was getting louder and at this detail Imogen realized it was pooling at her groundwork. `` nookie, '' she muttered. She bent down and poked at the drain but it consisted of holes drilled in the tile, smooth to the feeling. She could n't fix it.

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

The piddle was up to her ankles 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 door, but it would n't stir. She tried pulling, but no effect.

'' Fucking door is stuck ? '' she asked. Now she was really annoyed. She could n't even get the threshold to rattle, and it was flush against the exhibitioner rampart so she could n't squelch fingers into the cracking and pry it give. `` piece of ass, '' she said again. She kicked at the doorway, which she immediately realized was stupid, but that had no effect either. The walls were solid. `` Wonder if I can wax 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 interest, but not too worried yet. `` Hey ! '' she yelled. `` Guys, get in here for a sec ? ``

Suddenly the doorway explosion open loudly. It was Emma, who was now naked, and the photographer. `` Hey, sorry to bug you but the '' Imogen began, but then she stopped. Something was uncanny. Emma 's middle were opened unnaturally wide, and her cheek seemed red.

Then Imogen noticed that Emma 's mitt 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 furious look on his expression. Emma saw Imogen and mouthed, soundlessly, `` help ! Help ! ``

That 's when Imogen saw the nigrify cosmic string, probably share of Emma 's Bikini, around Emma 's neck like a tight black rophy, properly under the chin. Emma was being strangled.

'' motherfucker ! NO ! '' Imogen screamed. The water was up to her knees now. She slammed the weewee off in panic, but the water flow did not stop. She flipped and twisted the handle, but goose egg happened.

The photographer pushed Emma forward and slammed the little blonde into the shower door. Emma 's breast were perky but still substantial, probably a C-cup. Her mamilla pressed against the rain shower Methedrine. Imogen was shaking in fear now but tried to sound endure. `` You PERVERT ! Let her go !, '' Imogen screamed.

Emma was thrashing badly now as the lack of oxygen started to sting in her lungs. Her tits squashed and rubbed against the crank. Imogen kept screaming in terror. `` halt it ! NOOO ! ``

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

Emma seemed to still be conscious. With one finally burst of Energy she thrashed hard, knocking herself against the methamphetamine hydrochloride a few metre, jerking and torture as she tried to escape. It seemed to last forever, while Imogen sobbed. The water was almost at her waist.

Suddenly Emma 's mouth opened even wider. Her case was purple. Her body tighten up and her head dropped downward as her black tongue stuck out even further, which did n't seem potential, then she started to shake. It did n't look like she was struggling, just vibrating hard. Imogen did n't pull in these were the little blonde 's death throes.

Imogen 's head went into a panic. She started flailing with the shower control handle again, trying to get the water to stop. She bashed the door with her fist. `` aid me '' Imogen screamed. `` SOMEBODY HELP MEEE ! ``

Emma was still now and slumped over, dead. The photographer let go of the garotte and put his hands under Emma 's armpit and carried the blonde back towards the toilet. He dropped her and unwrap his belt, then quickly stripped off his jeans, revealing a huge hard-on. He lifted Emma again and sat on the closed 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 leg undecided. He felt for her opened, shaved pussy with his fingers, 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 pecker into Emma 's pussycat. Then he carefully sat upright and began moving his hips ever so slowly, as if to savor the belief inside the abruptly blonde. Then he looked at Imogen with a insensate, hard stare.

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

As the urine approached her mentum, Imogen tried a new tactic. `` Please, '' she yelled to the photographer. `` Please, I 'll do anything. I wo n't tell anybody ! '' The water system kept rising. Imogen was on tiptoes now, struggling, her titmouse bouncing beautifully as the underwater weightlessness made them joggle even more than usual. `` Pleeease ! '' The lensman was moving his articulatio coxae faster now and said nothing, but he was breathing hard. Imogen had to tilt her fountainhead back as the weewee rose to nose level.

Imogen began to tread piddle as she begged. `` give up it, please ! Stop ! '' The water seemed to be rising faster. It had gone past the shower nozzle, and water was somehow pouring in through the ceiling recession. Imogen could n't get a in force look to see how, nor did she charge. She was in hysterics and sobbing, trying to go along her intellect on treading water. Her oculus were shut cockeyed instinctively, but that meant she could n't see the ceiling getting closer as the water carried her upward.

She was getting tired already. Then she felt her nose bump the ceiling. `` NOOO ! '' she screamed. `` PLEEEASE ! ! '' She had the bearing of mind to take one deep breath, then she felt the H2O cover her mouth.

Imogen opened her eyes in repugnance as the urine 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 judgment was just clear enough for her to decide to try the door one last clip. She kicked at the front man of the exhibitor frantically. She was running out of air quickly.

Through the wall, Imogen saw that Emma 's head was on the level now, her eyes still across-the-board clear. The lensman was standing, holding Emma up by the hips as he continued fucking her, thrusting hard.

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

Imogen felt her eyes widen and her back talk open, just like Emma had done. The thought locked her body in terror. Still in a standing place, her arms dropped to her sides as she screamed out what was left of her air, in a gurgling, tongueless scream. Then her body breathed in the water, and her agony doubled with the pain of water filling her lungs. She bent backwards and felt her physical structure jerked meat in vast spasms.

That was the last affair she felt. Imogen fell to her knee joint, her mouth unresolved, her eyes rolling back and unseeing. Her chest heaved and heaved again as her lungs continued to try to breathe. Her body spasmed uncontrollably sending her breast into a delightful dance of bouncing and floating. The photographer pumped Emma 's dead kitty-cat madly and he came hard, mystifying inside the miss 's cadaver .