The Shooting
I was desperate and seized the opportunity to work on an amateur shooting. It
was an adult movie. I and my camera were taken to a country house and the first
thing I took part in there was a banquet. There were lots of pretty girls
surrounding the spooky guy Dima, and there were also a lot of bodyguards
surrounding him, too. I remember a lot of wine and someone kissing me – the
girls seemed to lavishly offer their pussies not only in front of the camera but
in real life too.
The next day was the first day of the shooting. Three guys dressed in black
vinyl were fucking an Asian girl, probably from Kazakhstan or Tajikistan. I was
recording the intercourse. Dima sat in an armchair watching all that and made
gestures to the guys from time to time. Then, when the things seemed to be
coming to an end, Dima asked one of the bodyguards to tell me to leave the
camera for a minute and talk to him.
In a very calm manner he told me that his movies always had unusual endings, and
that if I didn’t stab Aigul right then, he’d have to kill me. One of the
bodyguards gave me a knife with a long blade, while the other one pointed his
gun at me. The camera was recording the three guys holding the Asian girl
tightly so that she couldn’t move.
Dima’s bodyguard put the knife in my hand and made me walk to her. Aigul was
breathing harshly and watched me in fear, sweat and sperm flowing down her skin.
“Is it a stupid joke or something?” I thought and looked at Dima again.
Aigul trembled, I heard her teeth click. I pressed the blade to her neck and
feeling the cold of the metal she screamed. I couldn’t bear it. Protecting
myself from her scream, I pulled the knife across her neck.
The scream turned into gurgles, and her blood came spurting all over me. The hot
drops even flew into my mouth, but I still couldn’t help but watch the unique
show. Blood was coming all over her body, tinting the sperm pink. With each new
stream, the girl shook. Her eyes slowly closed. Scarlet bubbles emerged from her
mouth. She was dead. One of the vinyl guys took my knife and severed Aigul’s
head from the body. Then he plunged his hard cock into the dead mouth.
Everything blurred before my eyes, and I began falling into darkness.
...I sat and listened Dima tell me about the rich people who had ordered the
shooting, about the elaborate search for the girls – nobody was going to look
for them. He also told me that I’d receive much more money. My taking part in
the movie was necessary, it granted our mutual work. His words couldn’t stop my
trembling. Vodka could. After two bottles, I made myself reset again.
Next morning, having drunk a glass again, I began shooting the next scene. Two
guys dressed like policemen were interrogating a pretty naked blonde. Her face
was as sweet as proud. The grate that stood in the middle of the room, created
the look of the prison cell. Interrogating, they would thrust their batons into
her insides – I had no idea they’d go that far. But neither the batons nor their
dicks couldn’t help – the girl wouldn’t speak.
They began to baton her, but it was no use. So they made her sit on the chair
and then one of the “policemen” took a rope and rolled in around her neck,
strangling her. The girl made a harsh sound, and I took a close-up of her wide
opened eyes. She understood it was no movie. I saw fear emerge in her eyes. The
“policeman” was in no hurry, some air could still pass through the girl’s
windpipe. She put her hands on her chest, as though helping herself breathe, the
white teeth were biting the red lower lip. Then she braced, her body arched, no
longer sitting. The “policeman” tightened the rope again a little, returning the
girl in her position. He was smiling. He was obviously enjoying the
strangulation. He would loosen the rope to let the girl breathe and then would
tighten it again.
The poor girl’s feet were scratching the floor in desperate attempts to move the
chair. Once she raised them a little, and the other “policeman” took the time to
thrust his baton into her wet pussy. The other one kept tightening the rope. Her
face grew very dark red, the long dark tongue stuck out of the mouth, drops of
saliva slowly flowing down. Her fingernails were biting the soft flesh of her
own legs. Then she relaxed and didn’t move anymore.
I took one more close-up, this time of her trembling feet. Then the second
“policeman” stood in front of her and began discharging all over her. His urine
washed her tears and her saliva away from her face. His urine ran down her neck,
her chest, her torso.
The camera recorded everything.
I slept very poorly, I had nightmares about scratching legs and pools of
blood... In the morning, having drunk several coffees, I went to the location,
which was a small swimming pool. A very pretty young blonde Kate was swimming in
it, and I had to record everything. She had green eyes and was absolutely
naked... Dima noticed my hard-on and told Kate to suck my cock. The wet girl,
without saying a word, got out of the pool and approached me. After I came, she
returned to the pool, still silent. After that she sucked someone else’s cock
and then swam in the pool again.
All of a sudden, Dima’s bodyguards lifted a wide piece of glass which stood by
the wall and quickly covered the pool with it. Then Dima turned some crane and
large streams of water began to flow over the glass from the holes in the pool
sides. At first Kate didn’t understand what was going on, then she tried to lift
the glass a little. I don’t think she would have done it even if there were no
water over it. Her face was unrecognizable in the fear. She tried to scream
something, but I couldn’t hear it.
She dived, showing her round butt, trying to find something on the bottom, and
then came to the surface again, sliding along the glass so that her face got in
the several large bubbles of air under it. Her tits looked weird glued to the
glass, as well as her lips, which were sucking my cock a few minutes before. But
she couldn’t breathe through the glass. Finally, water filled her lungs. Her
face grew calmer and she drowned, separating from the glass. The streams of
water moved her limbs and hair.
Later same day we were shooting another episode. A gorgeous redhead dressed in a
chamber maid outfit, was laying the table for a man dressed in mediaeval armor.
Each time she turned her back to him, he would slap her tight ass, so after all
her butt was as red as the wine she was pouring into his glass. Once when she
turned her back to him, he took a large candle out of the holder and stuck it
into her ass. The girl shrieked and dropped the bottle.
The gentleman called his servants. They tied the girl and put her head on a fake
executioner's block, which they had brought with themselves. The gentleman began
fucking her hard, changing from her pussy to her ass and then back again. The
redhead was lying on the block with a boring face. She wouldn’t have become a
good actress anyway.
Shortly before cumming, the gentleman held her hair, uncovering her neck. One of
the servants lifted his axe. The gentleman came, and made a small gesture with
his hand. The servant drew the axe over the girl’s neck and...
Later, when we watched this episode in slow motion, we could clearly see what
was going on. While the axe was slowly falling, the bored expression of her face
changed into one of great surprise. The blade touched her neck, and a narrow
stripe of blood appeared between her head and her shoulders. The expression of
pain only appeared on her face when the axe passed approximately one half on its
horrible way. Frame after frame, the axe was going down, separating the head
from the body. And when it finally touched the wood, the head moved forward,
little drops of blood falling down from it. Now the face bore the expression of
pain and agony. It was impossible to see whether her lips moved or it was only
an illusion. The headless body leaned back, and out of the neck emerged small
but strong streams of blood. The feet scratched the floor. The head, at first
rolling, they got stuck in the long red hair and finally stopped, looking
straight in the camera. It was very strange to see the headless body swing to
and fro. Soon, though, it stopped moving.
When another servant began fucking the dead body, I vomited again.
A blonde and a brunette were sucking an actor’s cock. The actor was dressed in a
colonel tunic. The were smiling and tried their best to please him, although
once they seemed to do something that hurt him. He ordered something, and the
two girls were put on two chairs under the bars of a freshly-constructed
gallows, nooses around their necks. Their teeth clacked when the chairs were
taken away from under their feet.
The girls began dancing their last dance. The blonde’s face looked as though she
were trying to swallow a cactus. Tears spurted from her eyes, while her feet
trembled in the air, trying to reach the brunette. The latter was struggling
near, mouth wide-open. I think she could inhale a little air – her chest was
moving. The milky-white tits and butt looked pale against the tan of the rest of
the body. The desperate eyes watched the agony of the blonde.
A little stream of blood emerged from the blonde’s nose. A little stream of
saliva bridged the tip of her tongue and the chest. The fingers with bright,
long nails were trying to catch something in the air. The face was slowly
turning dark-red.
I don’t know how much time passed. Two beautiful women were dying. I couldn’t
but watched the unique show, I have never been so much excited in my entire
life. But the “colonel” and his guys watched the show calmly, smoking. The
colonel then approached the brunette and began fucking her, the cigarette being
still in his mouth. The soldiers looked at him and decided to do the same with
the blonde, both at the same time.
The agony of the dying girls turned into an overwhelming orgasm. And when the
guys left them, both women hanged dead, blood and urine and semen flowing down
their thighs. When the colonel pressed his cigarette end to her pussy, she
didn’t react to this.
A dark-skinned beauty played an Amazon, swishing her wooden sword against four
“barbarians”, attacking her. Finally, they defeated her, and began fucking in
all the positions imaginable. (While I got sick and tired of running around them
with my camera.) Later, the barbarians took the girl and dragged her to the
place where a sharp stake was growing from the floor. The girl couldn’t see
where they were taking her. The guys opened her legs wide, exposing the ass, and
stuck the end of the stake in it. Sliding two or three inches down, the girl
screamed like mad. I never thought that anybody’s ass could extend so much. The
Amazon went on screaming, she tried to escape, but the four barbarians held her
tight, sliding down the stake. But it was clear that even four stout guys could
hardly keep the girl motionless. Blood began oozing down the wooden stake.
They let her only when the body was already tightly impaled and wouldn’t get
away from the stake. She was yet strong enough to reach the floor with her feet
and try to hold herself, screaming horribly. The actors again caught her legs
and made her slide, little by little. She roared and cried but her body was
sliding down.
When she reached the floor again, she was already dying, so her feet could only
scratch the floor. The end of the stake emerged from her mouth, but I don’t
think she noticed it.
The next day was the day of my departure. I was given a large letter full of
dollars, and an order to come and join the next shooting which was to start next
week.
Copyright by Carnivore Rodent (1999).