She cried as I undressed her, peeling off the layers of clothing one by one. A thousand thoughts and emotions must have passed through her head. Fear. Regret. Anger. Embarrassment. That was one reason why this job was so exciting. I knew that all of those thoughts would soon come to an abrupt, immature end.

Soon she was down to her underwear, and I stepped behind her and unclasped her bra. I took a step back and paused, admiring her back, the form of which guided my gaze downwards to her cute little butt, covered by her adorable white panties decorated with pink hearts.

I stepped forward again and slipped off her panties. The middle part stuck to her pussy as if it was trying to preserve the last of the girl's modesty, but ultimately slipped off as i tugged on it. I let gravity do the rest of the job then gave her a little nudge. She dutifully stepped out of her final piece of clothing. She would never wear clothes again.

Some might have found her compliance strange, but the girl knew perfectly well that resisting would only make things worse. I picked up the panties and felt the soft fabric with my fingers for a moment. They were still imbued with her warmth, and I could think of no better aphrodisiac. I didn't have a huge fetish for panties or anything, but I liked to collect the panties of some of the girls coming through this room that I perceived to be special in some way. I tossed them into the pile with the rest of her clothes. I would decide if they were worth keeping later.

The air in the dark, concrete room was far from cold but the girl shivered, tears still flowing. She stood with her arms falling naturally by her sides, for which I was thankful since it allowed me to take in the sight of her pert, well formed breasts and gorgeous little bush on her mons once I stepped in front of her again.

"You know how this goes," I said. "Do you want to do it the easy way or the hard way?"

"Easy," she said, looking at the floor, not daring to meet my eyes.

"Good girl," I said, leading her to a table lined up against a wall. On the way we passed the racks displaying my whips, nails and the rest of my collection of torture instruments. I gave them a longing look. 'Next time' I told myself.

She remained surprisingly calm as I took her virginity. I found myself being slower and more tender than usual, stroking her black hair, drying her tears, kissing her light brown nipples, even applying a generous rather than minimal helping of lube to make it go in easier. Whether it was compassion or just basic decency I couldn't tell, but I'm pretty sure I felt for her in some way or another. Still, a job is a job and every employer has demands. Besides, the girl was gorgeous so holding back wasn't exactly easy.

When I was close to cumming I pulled out and let her lick me to orgasm. I came in her mouth, on her pink, full lips and on her cute face. It was the type of scene that would make an excellent porn site thumbnail and I had to pause and admire it for a few moments. I wiped her off with a wet cloth and gave her a sip of water for the taste. I cleaned her little pussy too, to make it pretty again for the cameras. She had only bled a little, and in a way I felt relieved that her pain had at least been somewhat limited. After wiping off the remains of our lovemaking I reapplied a little lube, just around her opening. I knew well how the viewers loved seeing some wetness down there when a girl died. Whether it was real or not didn't really matter.

"Well done, honey. It will be over soon," I told her and gently took her hand, leading her to the noose which hung from a steel beam in the middle of the room. I positioned her in the center of the big X painted on the floor, marking the are covered by the trapdoor. I adjusted the noose according to the guide, which recommended a very long drop for a girl as small as her, 8 feet to be precise. I didn't bother tying her hands. Her behavior had been excellent, and when the pneumatically operated trapdoors activated she wouldn't have time to react before it was too late anyways.

As a final touch I procured an ice cube from the mini fridge I kept in the little dungeon, and rubbed it against her nipples, one at a time. She winced a little from the cold touch but otherwise remained still, eyes firmly planted on the floor. It had the desired effect and soon her nipples were both as erect as they could be. I dried them off with a towel and stepped out of the views of the cameras. I had to act fast, and decided to not give her any indication as to when she would actually drop. I reached my workstation, took a final check of the cameras, and watched it all unfold.

With the push of a button the trapdoor released and the girl began her descent. Her emerald green, truly stunning eyes burst open in surprise.

The high speed cameras captured everything, making sure that every millisecond of the girl's last seconds were documented. After a second of free fall, which seemed like much longer, the rope brutally and efficiently stopped her descent. A loud, wet crack reverberated through the room when her spine was broken, jerking her neck upwards and forcing the rest of the body to stop, leaving her head at an unnatural, distorted angle. Even watching through the camera monitors it was a beautiful sight and I couldn't wait to go over the footage later, where everything from the way her hair settled almost gracefully over her shoulders, to every bounce her little titties made would be revealed in high resolution, with plenty of slow motion shots of the action.

I made my way down the stairs rather quickly after she fell. There was something special about the first few seconds after a girl had died, where everything seemed to happen in a vacuum, like the whole world stood still for a few moments. I let the sensation wash over me and reveled in it for a moment while I watched the girl.

She was gently rocking back and forth, the occasional spasm making her legs or arms twitch a bit, but all in all it was very quiet and peaceful. A small trickle of pee ran down the inside of her silky thighs and down to her toes where it dripped into the drain below. I waited for a few minutes until I was absolutely certain no signs of life remained, then took her down from the noose. I felt a stirring in my loins again as I held her lithe, warm body in my arms. I was going to have my with with her again, but this time there was no need to be gentle.