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

Imogen Dyer obliged, bending forward and pushing her breasts forward, turning sideways to the burnished lights. She was topless, wearing a baby blue lash. She shook her brunette tresses and smiled as the camera clicked away. She puckered her lips for a few guessing, then closed her eyes and lightly stroked her nipple.

'' Great, great, '' the photographer Mark Sir Geoffrey Wilkinson said. `` That should twine it up. Your turn, Emma. ``

Petite blonde Emma Wagstaff was standing off to the side. She smiled and slid out of her diffuse Stanford White robe, revealing a smuggled train bikini underneath. Emma had a younger, college coed look. She was chirpy but bustier than you would cerebrate. 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. require your prison term. '' He indicated a conclude doorway against the far wall. `` Thanks, '' Imogen said. The lensman turned his care back to Emma. `` Let 's start by taking off the arse, '' he said. Emma obliged, untying the bikini tush, smiling seductively, pulling the material away just enough to show she was completely shaved underneath.

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

Imogen closed the toilet threshold behind her. It was a clean, proficient sized bathroom with a toilet and enceinte sink, thick towels on a rack, and a huge shower with a guileless glass door. Neither Imogen nor Emma had worked with this photographer before but she was happy, he seemed to bear a way of putting models at ease.

curiosity if the deviate films his manakin 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 show some pink.

Imogen turned on the shower which had a lot of water pressure level just the way she liked it. She turned to the mirror and smiled, and squeezed her natural breasts some more. photograph shoots always made her a lilliputian horny. The H2O warmed up quickly and soon Imogen stepped in and closed the door.

She sighed and tossed her fuzz back, and closed her center, as the water ran down her body. This had been a more tiring day than she had noticed and she was looking forward to a ice of wine at home. Water splashed at the storey at her feet.

Imogen opened her eyes 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 serious she did n't desire to get out.

The water was getting louder and at this point Imogen realized it was pooling at her feet. `` Fuck, '' she muttered. She bent down and poked at the waste pipe but it consisted of holes drilled in the tile, smooth to the touch sensation. 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 lensman had tv camera in the john, she might as well take in it worth his while.

The water was up to her articulatio talocruralis at this point and Imogen found it distracting. She stopped what she was doing and decided it was fourth dimension to get out and complain. She pushed at the threshold, but it would n't shift. 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 shower wall so she could n't squeeze fingers into the crack and pry it open. `` nookie, '' she said again. She kicked at the door, which she immediately realized was stupid, but that had no event either. The wall were self-colored. `` Wonder if I can climb out if I get desperate, '' she thought, and then she looked up and saw for the first sentence that this shower had a ceiling.

Imogen felt distressed, but not too care yet. `` Hey ! '' she yelled. `` hombre, get in here for a sec ? ``

Suddenly the door burst 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 weird. Emma 's eye were opened unnaturally broad, 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 shag ? ``

The photographer was behind her with an furious look on his cheek. Emma saw Imogen and mouthed, soundlessly, `` aid ! Help ! ``

That 's when Imogen saw the black drawstring, probably parting of Emma 's Bikini, around Emma 's neck like a tight black circle, right under the Kuki-Chin. Emma was being strangled.

'' Irish bull ! NO ! '' Imogen screamed. The water was up to her knee now. She slammed the water off in panic, but the weewee stream did not finish. She flipped and twisted the handle, but nothing happened.

The photographer pushed Emma forward and slammed the little blonde into the shower room access. Emma 's titmouse were perky but still substantial, probably a C-cup. Her tits pressed against the shower Methedrine. Imogen was shaking in fear now but tried to fathom brave. `` You PERVERT ! Let her go !, '' Imogen screamed.

Emma was thrashing badly now as the want of oxygen started to burn up in her lungs. Her tits squashed and rubbed against the looking glass. Imogen kept screaming in panic. `` blockade it ! NOOO ! ``

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

Emma seemed to still be witting. With one survive burst of vim she thrashed hard, knocking herself against the glass a few time, saccade and twisting 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 question dropped downward as her black lingua stuck out even further, which did n't seem possible, then she started to rock. It did n't look like she was struggling, just vibrating hard. Imogen did n't gain these were the little blonde 's death throes.

Imogen 's intellect went into a panic. She started flailing with the shower dominance handle again, trying to get the weewee to cease. She bashed the door with her fist. `` Help me '' Imogen screamed. `` SOMEBODY HELP MEEE ! ``

Emma was still now and slumped over, dead. The photographer let go of the iron collar and put his deal under Emma 's armpits and carried the blond back towards the potty. He dropped her and loosen his belt, then quickly stripped off his denim, revealing a huge erection. He lifted Emma again and sat on the shut down pot lid. `` Oh god, '' Imogen moaned as she watched. `` No ! ``

The photographer put his legs together as he sat and positioned Emma 's clay to sit on his lap, spreading her wooden leg open. He felt for her opened, shaved pussy with his fingerbreadth, 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 stopcock into Emma 's pussy. Then he carefully sat upright and began moving his hips ever so slowly, as if to taste the smell inside the utter blonde. Then he looked at Imogen with a cold, surd stare.

The water was past Imogen 's tits 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 water approached her Chin, Imogen tried a new tactic. `` Please, '' she yelled to the lensman. `` Please, I 'll do anything. I wo n't tell anybody ! '' The H2O kept rising. Imogen was on tiptoes now, struggling, her boob bouncing beautifully as the underwater weightlessness made them jiggle even More than usual. `` Pleeease ! '' The lensman was moving his hip joint faster now and said nothing, but he was breathing hard. Imogen had to tilt her head back as the water rose to pry level.

Imogen began to step urine as she begged. `` break off it, please ! full stop ! '' The water seemed to be rising faster. It had gone past the shower nose, and water was somehow pouring in through the ceiling corners. Imogen could n't get a good look to see how, nor did she care. She was in hysterics and sobbing, trying to celebrate her mind on treading water system. Her heart were keep out squiffy instinctively, but that meant she could n't see the ceiling getting closer as the body of water carried her upward.

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

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

Her panicked nous was just clear enough for her to decide to try the door one concluding time. She kicked at the social movement of the shower frantically. She was running out of air quickly.

Through the bulwark, Imogen saw that Emma 's forefront was on the floor now, her eyes still full open. The photographer was standing, holding Emma up by the hips as he continued fucking her, thrusting hard.

Imogen 's lungs were on fire. She had to breathe ! She tried covering her sass with her hands, trying to retain 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 excruciation. Her legs were kicking frantically as she began sinking to the floor.

Imogen felt her eyes widen and her backtalk 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, wordless scream. Then her consistency breathed in the water, and her agony doubled with the pain of water filling her lungs. She bent backwards and felt her body jerk in huge spasms.

That was the conclusion thing she felt. Imogen fell to her knees, her mouthpiece open, her oculus rolling back and unseeing. Her chest heaved and heaved again as her lungs continued to try to pass off. Her dead body spasmed uncontrollably sending her tits into a pleasant-tasting terpsichore of bouncing and floating. The photographer pumped Emma 's utter slit madly and he came hard, deep inside the girl 's corpse .