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

Imogen Dyer obliged, bending forward and pushing her breasts forward, turning sideways to the bright brightness. She was topless, wearing a baby blue thong. She shook her brunette tresses and smiled as the camera clicked away. She puckered her brim for a few shots, then closed her eyes and lightly stroked her nipple.

'' Great, nifty, '' the photographer Mark Sir Geoffrey Wilkinson said. `` That should roll it up. Your routine, Emma. ``

Petite blond Emma Wagstaff was standing off to the position. She smiled and slid out of her soft clean gown, revealing a black cosmic string Bikini underneath. Emma had a younger, college coed look. She was perky but bustier than you would conceive. Imogen was taller and more buxom with heavy 36C breasts.

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

'' I know, '' the photographer said sympathetically. `` Why do n't you go rain shower off. Take your fourth dimension. '' He indicated a closed in door against the far wall. `` Thanks, '' Imogen said. The lensman turned his attention back to Emma. `` Let 's start by taking off the nates, '' he said. Emma obliged, untying the Bikini bottom, smiling seductively, pulling the fabric away just enough to show she was completely shaved underneath.

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

Imogen closed the toilet room access behind her. It was a pick, commodity sized bathroom with a toilet and large sink, thick towels on a rack, and a huge exhibitioner with a transparent glass door. Neither Imogen nor Emma had worked with this photographer before but she was felicitous, he seemed to have a way of putting models 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 thong, which she had pulled aside during the shoot to prove some pink.

Imogen turned on the shower which had a lot of water pressure just the way she liked it. She turned to the mirror and smiled, and squeezed her natural breasts 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 hair back, and closed her eyes, as the water supply ran down her consistency. This had been a more tiring day than she had noticed and she was looking forward to a glass of wine at home base. body of water splashed at the trading floor at her feet.

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

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

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

The weewee 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 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 door to rattle, and it was flush against the exhibitioner wall so she could n't shove fingers into the crack and pry it open. `` shag, '' she said again. She kicked at the door, which she immediately realized was stupid, but that had no effect either. The walls were square. `` Wonder if I can climb out if I get dire, '' she thought, and then she looked up and saw for the outset time that this shower had a ceiling.

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

Suddenly the doorway burst overt 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 Weird. Emma 's eyes were opened unnaturally wide, and her expression 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 angry aspect on his brass. Emma saw Imogen and mouthed, soundlessly, `` help ! Help ! ``

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

'' Shit ! NO ! '' Imogen screamed. The H2O was up to her knees now. She slammed the urine off in panic, but the water flow did not bar. She flipped and twisted the handgrip, but zip happened.

The photographer pushed Emma forward and slammed the footling blonde into the shower threshold. Emma 's tits were perky but still real, probably a C-cup. Her bosom pressed against the exhibitioner drinking glass. Imogen was shaking in fear now but tried to vocalise weather. `` You PERVERT ! Let her go !, '' Imogen screamed.

Emma was thrashing badly now as the lack of oxygen started to burn in her lungs. Her teat squashed and rubbed against the glass. Imogen kept screaming in panic. `` block off it ! NOOO ! ``

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

Emma seemed to still be conscious. With one hold up burst of energy she thrashed hard, knocking herself against the glass a few sentence, jerking and twisting as she tried to escape. It seemed to endure forever, while Imogen sobbed. The water was almost at her waist.

Suddenly Emma 's mouth opened even wider. Her face was purple. Her body stiffened and her foreland dropped downward as her black glossa stuck out even further, which did n't seem possible, then she started to judder. It did n't count like she was struggling, just vibrating hard. Imogen did n't realize these were the little blond 's death throes.

Imogen 's nous went into a panic. She started flailing with the shower control hold again, trying to get the piss to stop. She bashed the door with her fists. `` facilitate me '' Imogen screamed. `` somebody assistant MEEE ! ``

Emma was still now and slumped over, dead. The lensman let go of the garrotte and put his hands under Emma 's armpits and carried the blonde back towards the commode. He dropped her and undid his rap, then quickly stripped off his dungaree, revealing a immense 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 leg together as he sat and positioned Emma 's corpse to sit on his lap, spreading her legs open. He felt for her opened, shaved kitty-cat with his digit, 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 cock into Emma 's pussy. Then he carefully sat upright and began moving his hip ever so slowly, as if to savor the feeling inside the numb blonde. Then he looked at Imogen with a cold, hard stare.

The water was yesteryear Imogen 's tits now, and they were bobbing and bouncing frantically as she continued pounding at the doorway. `` supporter MEEE ! '' she screamed. `` SOMEBODEEEEE ! He 's going to belt down meeee ! ``

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

Imogen began to trample water as she begged. `` Stop it, please ! Stop ! '' The water seemed to be rising faster. It had gone past the shower nozzle, and body of water was somehow pouring in through the ceiling box. Imogen could n't get a good feeling to see how, nor did she care. She was in hysterics and sobbing, trying to maintain her mind on treading water. Her eyes were close closely instinctively, but that meant she could n't see the ceiling getting closer as the piddle carried her upward.

She was getting tired already. Then she felt her olfactory organ bump the ceiling. `` NOOO ! '' she screamed. `` PLEEEASE ! ! '' She had the front of thinker to accept one thick breath, then she felt the water cover her mouth.

Imogen opened her centre in repulsion 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 psyche was just gain enough for her to decide to try the doorway one last time. She kicked at the front of the shower frantically. She was running out of air quickly.

Through the wall, Imogen saw that Emma 's head was on the floor now, her eyes still wide-cut outdoors. The photographer was standing, holding Emma up by the pelvic girdle 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 concur 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 agony. Her legs were kicking frantically as she began sinking to the floor.

Imogen felt her eyes widen and her mouth open, just like Emma had done. The cerebration locked her soundbox in terror. Still in a standing position, her weapons system dropped to her side of meat as she screamed out what was left of her air, in a gurgling, wordless scream. Then her body breathed in the urine, and her excruciation doubled with the pain of water filling her lungs. She bent backwards and felt her body jerk in huge spasms.

That was the final thing she felt. Imogen fell to her knees, her mouth undecided, 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 tits into a delicious dancing of bouncing and floating. The photographer pumped Emma 's dead pussy madly and he came hard, deep inside the little girl 's clay .