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

Imogen Dyer obliged, bending forward and pushing her breast forward, turning sideways to the bright lights. She was topless, wearing a infant blue thong. She shook her brunette twist and smiled as the camera clicked away. She puckered her lips for a few shots, then closed her center and lightly stroked her nipple.

'' Great, large, '' the photographer scrape Wilkinson said. `` That should wind it up. Your turn, Emma. ``

Petite blonde Emma Wagstaff was standing off to the side. She smiled and slid out of her soft white gown, revealing a black string bikini underneath. Emma had a younger, college coed feel. She was perky but bustier than you would recall. Imogen was taller and more buxom with large 36C breasts.

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

'' I know, '' the lensman said sympathetically. `` Why do n't you go shower off. get your time. '' He indicated a fold door against the far rampart. `` Thanks, '' Imogen said. The photographer turned his attention back to Emma. `` Let 's kickoff by taking off the bottoms, '' he said. Emma obliged, untying the bikini underside, smiling seductively, pulling the fabric away just enough to evince she was completely shaved underneath.

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

Imogen closed the can door behind her. It was a uncontaminating, good sized bath with a toilet and turgid sink, thick towels on a rack, and a huge shower with a transparent crank room access. Neither Imogen nor Emma had worked with this photographer before but she was happy, he seemed to have a way of putting mannequin at ease.

curiosity 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 show some pink.

Imogen turned on the shower which had a lot of urine press just the way she liked it. She turned to the mirror and smiled, and squeezed her instinctive breasts some more. Photo shoots always made her a little horny. The piss warmed up quickly and soon Imogen stepped in and closed the door.

She sighed and tossed her hair back, and closed her center, as the H2O ran down her body. This had been a more play out day than she had noticed and she was looking forward to a glass of wine-colored at home. weewee splashed at the floor at her feet.

Imogen opened her eyes and turned for the liquid ecstasy, but she suddenly realized the max knockout was empty. There was no shampoo either. Strange. She sighed. The piss felt so well she did n't want to get out.

The H2O was getting louder and at this power point Imogen realized it was pooling at her feet. `` Fuck, '' she muttered. She bent down and poked at the drain but it consisted of fix drilled in the tile, smooth to the soupcon. She could n't fix it.

She closed her eyes again. She squeezed her nipple lightly, then brought a hand down to rub her clit gently. `` Mmm… '' she moaned. If the lensman had camera in the lavatory, she might as well take it worth his while.

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

'' Fucking threshold 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 cascade rampart so she could n't shove fingers into the crack and pry it unfastened. `` Fuck, '' she said again. She kicked at the room access, which she immediately realized was unintelligent, but that had no effect either. The walls were solid. `` Wonder if I can go up out if I get desperate, '' she thought, and then she looked up and saw for the first clock time that this exhibitioner had a ceiling.

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

Suddenly the threshold fusillade 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 unearthly. Emma 's eye were opened unnaturally wide, and her face seemed red.

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

The photographer was behind her with an angry feeling on his face. Emma saw Imogen and mouthed, soundlessly, `` help ! Help ! ``

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

'' diddlysquat ! NO ! '' Imogen screamed. The weewee was up to her stifle now. She slammed the water off in terror, but the water flow did not stop. She flipped and twisted the grip, but nothing happened.

The lensman pushed Emma forward and slammed the little blond into the shower door. Emma 's tits were perky but still hearty, probably a C-cup. Her mammilla pressed against the shower drinking glass. Imogen was shaking in veneration now but tried to sound endure. `` You PERVERT ! Let her go !, '' Imogen screamed.

Emma was thrashing badly now as the lack of atomic number 8 started to burn in her lungs. Her titmouse squashed and rubbed against the shabu. Imogen kept screaming in terror. `` Stop it ! NOOO ! ``

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

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

Suddenly Emma 's mouth opened even wider. Her face was purple. Her body tighten up and her head dropped downward as her black tongue stuck out even further, which did n't seem possible, then she started to shake. It did n't look like she was struggling, just vibrating hard. Imogen did n't recognise these were the trivial blond 's destruction throes.

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

Emma was still now and slumped over, all in. The lensman let go of the garrote and put his mitt under Emma 's armpits and carried the blonde back towards the toilet. He dropped her and undo his belt, then quickly stripped off his blue jean, revealing a vast 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 legs open. He felt for her opened, shaved pussy with his finger, then shifted and repositioned her just right as he leaned back and leaned Emma 's body with him. Imogen watched in repugnance as he slowly pressed his putz into Emma 's pussy. Then he carefully sat upright and began moving his hip joint ever so slowly, as if to savor the smell inside the abruptly blonde. Then he looked at Imogen with a cold, hard stare.

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

As the water approached her Chin, Imogen tried a new tactics. `` Please, '' she yelled to the photographer. `` Please, I 'll do anything. I wo n't recount anybody ! '' The water kept rising. Imogen was on tiptoes now, struggling, her tits bouncing beautifully as the underwater weightlessness made them wiggle even more than common. `` Pleeease ! '' The photographer was moving his pelvic girdle faster now and said nothing, but he was breathing hard. Imogen had to tilt her head back as the urine rose to nose level.

Imogen began to tread piddle as she begged. `` turn back it, please ! catch ! '' The piss seemed to be rising faster. It had gone past the shower nozzle, and water was somehow pouring in through the ceiling box. Imogen could n't get a good look to see how, nor did she care. She was in hysterics and sobbing, trying to keep her judgment on treading water. Her oculus were shut tight 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 presence of mind to take one rich breath, then she felt the urine cover her mouth.

Imogen opened her eyes in repulsion 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 judgement was just clear enough for her to decide to try the doorway one last clip. She kicked at the front of the exhibitor frantically. She was running out of air quickly.

Through the wall, Imogen saw that Emma 's forefront was on the storey now, her center still wide open. The photographer was standing, holding Emma up by the hips as he continued fucking her, thrusting hard.

Imogen 's lungs were on flak. She had to suspire ! She tried covering her mouth with her work force, trying to arrest the air in yearner, but her torso betrayed her. Almost like a cough, about half the air in her blew out of her mouthpiece as her lungs tried to rest. She was in agony. Her legs were kicking frantically as she began sinking to the floor.

Imogen felt her oculus widen and her mouth open, just like Emma had done. The cerebration locked her eubstance in terror. Still in a standing position, her branch dropped to her incline as she screamed out what was left of her air, in a gurgling, wordless shrieking. Then her torso breathed in the water supply, and her torment doubled with the pain 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 knees, her mouth open, her eyes rolling back and unseeing. Her thorax heaved and heaved again as her lungs continued to try to breathe. Her soundbox spasmed uncontrollably sending her bosom into a delicious dancing of bouncing and floating. The photographer pumped Emma 's dead pussy madly and he came hard, deep inside the missy 's stiff .