Episode 6: Variety Snuff-Part 3

“Okay Shauna, now I want you to bend back as far as you can, and please try not to use the wall as support this time.”

Without a moments’ hesitation, the buxom red-head obeyed, making sure to give herself distance between the wall and where she now stood. And, just like that, the youthful athlete had managed to bend so far back that the palms of her hands were now planted flat on the sand-coloured carpet.

Tommy paced to her side with camera in hand, and began scanning all over the girls’ well-worked figure. His shot panned from her feet to her head, yet somewhere in between he noticed how the exposed stomach stuck in the air more than any other part of her being. Out of his own curiosity, he loosened a hand, and pressed it firmly against the soft yet surprisingly stern belly. Although she held her position, a few heavy huffs of Shauna’s breath were all Tommy needed to ease off it. He returned to where he stood before, and continued to film as the athletic guro-gal held her position.

Tommy didn’t need a bio-sheet to tell this girl was a ‘natural’ contortionist at heart; About 10 minutes ago, he was just in the midst of making out with her on the living room couch, with her arms wrapped tightly around his back and her legs lifted up so high that her feet were practically rested against the sides of her head.

Now here they were, filming the second scene of his snuff film in one of the basements’ many hidden rooms, with each room occupied by any of the yet-to-be-snuffed girls he got that day; and after letting her pose however she wanted for the past few minutes now, he was ready to finish her off.

“Okay, that’s good for now, thank you. Return to your neutral position, please.”

Although difficult at first, the 21 year-old managed to raise herself upright again, and as she now stood normally again, she asked what was next for her.
“If you plan on snuffin me out anyway, can we just get it over with, or do ya plan on having another go at me?”

Tommy liked her Irish accent, and as he thought about how hot it was hearing out of thos luscious lips, he decided to take this opportunity to have the camera scan all over her body one last time.

She was the stunning symbol of what most athletic women should look like, with her sports-build framed in freckled but fair skin; the inclusion of a set of 32D-sized melons also were a nice touch. Her body was, to say the least, poorly dressed, with a silver-white negligee and thong doing very little to cover the well-toned figure they were sported on; the thong was so small and so tight that the lips of her vagina were practically sticking out, with the groin strap only concealing the entry to her thin-haired womanhood.

With the pin-up shoot finished, Tommy issued his final orders to her, and within the confines of his pants pocket, had the specialty-drug primed and ready.

“Sorry, but the next time I’ll make out with you, it’ll be when you’re a corpse. Now, do what you did before, but this time roll yourself all the way. I want to see you turn yourself into a wheel.”

With a small nod, she added, “One wheel, for you big boy.”

And just like that, the young contortionist laid herself flat upon the floor, and began the short but well thought-out process of shaping her limbs into a circle. With her belly resting on the carpet, she managed to crane her neck and chest as far upwards as possible, and as she raised her legs in such an extreme way as to be uncomfortable at first-sight, the soles of her feet began rising and declining until at last they now lay resting upon her shoulders.

All that needed to be done was to slightly raise her arms at her sides, while conforming to the shape of her waist, and Taddah!

The sexy redhead was now in the form of a near-perfect ring; the size of her bust, however, made it questionable as to whether she could be rolled around or not.

“A perfect ring, for you baby.”

Within the confines of his pants, a small droplet of cum managed to peek out from his cock, luckily barely enough to ruin his shorts.

“What now?”

Tommy was about to respond when the pressure on Shauna’s chest became so great the straps snapped off, exposing nipples erect and roughly the size of a pencil eraser; same color too. For a moment, Tommy felt like what was once a small drop would eventually reach to a full sploodge, but the feel of his shaft against the miniature bottle in his left pocket told him otherwise.

“Uhh…..turn your head around as far as possible, and either direction will do.”

Shauna chose the right, and with as much as the muscles in her neck would allow, a feat still remarkable in her position, she was now facing her right arm at approximately 80 degrees clockwise.

“Okay……what now?”

As Tommy replied, he had walked over to where she stood, and with the needle in-hand said, “Now…..all you need to do is relax.”

He stuck the needle in her left-wrist, and pressed the trigger. She didn’t even notice.

Tommy shuffled in-front of the posing girl, and as he asked her what she thought about death, he silently waited for the drug to take affect.

“Oh, I’ve never really thought about it before, but I’d think it’d be quite nice to die in such an obscene way. I usually think about all the poses I could do so it’s not on my mind that much. You see…”

Meanwhile, as the redhead rambled on about how skills and knowledge were processed and outputted in GG corp., Tommy had ignored her and was instead focused the camera on the previously revealed breasts, with the broken straps dangling downwards towards the floor. Curious as to see how solid the melons were, he reached a hand over (a difficult task when considering how now only one arm was holding the bulky camcorder), and gave the one on his left a tight squeeze; it was firm to the touch.

As he continued to fondle the freckled mound of flesh, he noted to himself that with these on, she definitely wouldn’t be rolling anytime soon. He thought of cutting them off, maybe cook them up with the rest of dinner into hamburger or something (was she even edible?), but the thought of getting rid of such succulent things was such a waste; he had already lost the opportunity to fuck the goth girl, with her being dinner and all, and he wasn’t going to lose the chance with this babe.

Around this time he had noticed that the rambling had stopped, and returning his attention to the contortionist, he saw that the drug must have finally taken its’ hold on her, with her face frozen mid-way in a speech about her early days in a ‘gym room’ or something; either way, her mouth was open kinda wide.

“Shauna? Are you still with me?” A motion of the eyes managed to say little, but was enough to convince Tommy it was okay to begin the final stage of this snuff show.

Setting the camera down behind him, he motioned to the left-hand side of Shauna’s unmoving figure, and double-checked to make sure the camera was in position to capture all that was to come.

With everything set, he rested his hands at the sides of her beautiful head, an action that caused her eyes to face him with as much loving affection a paralyzed face possibly could.

He liked her hair, with the orange-red strains tied into two thick, braided cords, each being felt by him at the sides of her head. It felt soft to the touch, with the individual fibers feeling smooth and sleek to his fingers.

He decided though that he could do this later, and with as much force he could possibly muster, he gave a sharp twist, turning her head from the previous 80 to a full a hundred and eighty degrees.

Her body shuttered yet held position, her pupils widening in a sense of disbelief with how she was now facing her legs in a way a contortionist like herself could not think possible. Her internally-decapitated head tried its hardest to look around, but with the severing of her spinal cord being so great, the pale-green orbs were darting in any way they could with little rhyme or reason. And just as they had been moving, they suddenly grew still; the pupils, once small and fickle, grew large, signifying the end of the guro-gals’ short-lived ‘life’.

Satisfied she was now dead, Tommy took a personal moment to admire his work. Reaching over at the camera, he readjusted the focus and zoom, and had it pan as many ways as possible all over the damage he had done, and the look of the one he had done it too.

The flesh around her neck was now twisted in such an awful way, with the fair-skin now stressed and bruised a vague purple. Small droplets of drool escaped from her partially-opened lips, and fell along her back, rolling downwards in-between the cheeks of her rear.

As he thought, the freezing drug had worked, thus explaining why she was still holding the ‘perfect-ring’ position she had made before. Now he could enjoy her posed as this in anyway he could.

But as he told himself before, the breasts would make it difficult to roll her body around, meaning he may need to find another means of entertainment with her stiff figure another time.

With his work done, he settled the camera back onto his shoulder, and was on his way out the room and onto the next scene, when suddenly an idea came to his morbid little mind.

He walked over to the corner of the room, where a small leather couch lay, solely occupied by a single box marked “TOYS”, and set the camera down beside it. Reaching inside, it didn’t take long for him to find what he sought for: a thick, pink-coloured battery-operated dildo; the same one he had used on Amy countless times.

Sitting himself behind the posed corpse of Shauna, he parted the strap that ‘concealed’ her pussy, and showed the long, rubbery shaft inside. It went in like a glove, with the black plastic end barely sticking out through the thick lips. To make it all complete, he pressed the center of the plastic, and the soft muffles of the vibrator could be heard from within.

As a final touch, he decided that the face needed to match the expressions of how a living girl would reach to this situation, and proceeded to adjust the shock-wide eyes into partially-opened ones, and slightly pulled her tongue out. Now she looked like she died in the midst of an orgasm; and a final trickle of saliva down the pinkish-tip of her tongue made the image all the more complete.

With his work ‘now’ done, he picked up his camera, and left the posing body to do just that: pose.

But, as he was on his way out the room, the once small droplets at last fulfilled their desires to be large globs. With a slight grunt, a stream of semen had managed to escape his dick, soaking the insides of both his boxers and jeans. Making careful the camera wasn’t following him, he shifted his gaze towards the crotch of his pants, taking note at how they were now dark and wet.

First thing’s first: Gotta go back upstairs and change into something else.

[STOP. END OF VIDEO]

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As the video-footage showed Tommy leaving the room, Tommy himself stopped the footage on the camcorder, and with an excited look on his face asked Emily,
“So, what do you think?”