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[12:14 PM] Snuff TV gently led her newest movie star down the stairs - Theirs was, quite literally, an underground snuff film ring, right at the outskirts of town. They were fairly well-known in certain circles, but so far the police had had no luck in tracking them down. Heck, they were still hard at work trying to prove the authenticity of their films. At first, it'd been mostly unwilling victims. Disposal of undesirables that could double as costly entertainment, and all that. They'd gotten fans, though - Or rather, Yvette had gotten her fans. She was the one guiding her would-be actresses through their final moments, and she was utterly enchanting. Raven hair obscured part of her face, those seductively long eyelashes occasionally fluttering alluringly. Her lips were a dark, nearly black shade of indigo, her skin sunkissed ever so slightly. Tattooed floral patterns coated her arms, starting from her perfectly manicured fingers, looking more like a pair of elbow gloves than something etched into her skin. Black leather hugged her buxom frame, from her high heels to her dress, leaving little of her curves to the imagination.

 

She led the girl into the bedroom, brushing aside a curtain. "Have a seat.~" Her voice was smooth, yet deep and resonant inside the stone walls. Cameras were pointed at the satin-sheeted bed at the center of the room, rose petals strewn across its lavender-hued sheets. A gentle, flowery scent filled the room. With a -click-, Yvette turned on the cameras. "And we're filming. I'll light the candles - Tell our viewers who you are and why you're here, if you will?" She gave a sweet smile, leaning over and planting an ever-so-soft kiss on the girl's cheek, her perfume briefly clouding her senses.

[12:24 PM] Abigail Huntington lets herself get led down to the basement room. The whole time her heart pounds. She sits on the edge of the bed, her cheeks flushing nervously, even with the wide smile on her face. She tucks her long blonde hair behind her ear, and thinks about what to say. "Well, I'm Abigail--um, my friends call me Abby, or Gail, or... well, I guess my life is in your hands, isn't it? You can call me whatever you like?" It feels so exciting to flirt with the woman like that. Her costar. She bites her lip, hoping that she looks good. She showered until the water went cold before she came, and did her best to look good. Part of her wonders if she's too formal, wearing the long blue dress she is, with it's frills. But she's thought of it for a while, and since she won't get to go to prom, this is what she wants to wear.

 

"But, um, I guess I'm here because I want to die, right?" It makes her heart flutter to say it out loud. She tries to look at the camera, and wonders who will be watching her. The idea that it's a bunch of sick perverts actually turns her on.. "I've seen some of the other girls, and I really want to go out like that. I'm going to die anyway, some time this year. So... I guess I'd really like my first and last time to be something special, and I want to die on my own terms, you know?"

[12:36 PM] Snuff TV had heard part of her story beforehand, of course, so she had a fairly good idea about what Abigail was like - But hearing her say it out loud, on-camera made it that much more exhilirating for her. Yvette loved being in control - holding someone's life in her hands, it made her blood run that much hotter. You wouldn't be able to see it, though, she maintained herself with that gorgeous air of professionalism and grace, even as she did something so menial as walk around, lighting candle after candle. There were thirteen scented candles surrounding the bed, their flickers illuminating the room. The aroma of rose petals and lavender mixed together quite nicely. The cameras seemed out of place, set up around the bed, catching everything from several different angles - Front, left, right, and there was even one attached to the ceiling.

 

Yvette slipped onto the sheets, moving up behind Abigail. "Mm. That's right. Taking control of your own life by taking control of your death...I like that." She nearly purred out the words, her lips hovering close to Abigail's ear. Slender fingers slipped around the girl's pale throat, putting on the gentlest of squeezes. "And I, for one, am looking forward to listening to your final gasps." Her fingers grew a little more forceful. Just briefly, though, before they slid down her shoulders and her sides in gentle carresses. "Go on. Tell us about yourself. Why do you want to die, Abigail?"

[12:42 PM] Abigail Huntington lets her shoulders fall, and lifts her neck as Yvette touches her there. She lets out a little gasp of excitement and anticipation, closing her eyes for a moment. She lets the woman touch her however she likes. It's all so new to be touched like that. The girl's lips part, and her cheeks flush even more. Gail was hoping she'd be able to control herself more, but she just feels like melting into the older woman's arms. She was so... controlling.

 

After a moment, Abigail catches her breath, and opens her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. She bites her lower lip, and rubs her thighs together slightly. "Well, um... I have a disease. And I don't want to die in a hospital bed." She pats the bed with one hand, running her fingers along the comforter. "I'd rather die on a bed like this." And after a moment's hesitation, she puts her other hand on Yvette's thigh, and gives it a nervous, trembling rub. "And with someone like you. I don't want to die a virgin..."

[12:52 PM] Snuff TV smiled, her fingers never staying in one place for more than a second or two. Her hands roamed across that lovely body, briefly brushing along her chest, down towards her stomach, down to her legs. She could tell quite easily that Abby was getting pretty excited. Still behind her, Yvette pressed her body against Abigail's back, her form feeling nice and warm. "Tragic, of course.~" She didn't sound like she'd be too terribly sad when Abigail passed away, but her voice did have that adoring warmth to it. "A girl should experience some sin before she passes away..." As she said that, one of her hands ran down the girl's inner thigh, creeping upwards ever so slowly. "I think our viewers want to know a little more about you, Abby. You're blind as a bat, correct? Is that because of your illness?" Her free hand briefly waved in front of her face, as if to test her eyesight.

[13:00 PM] Abigail Huntington nods, unable to keep that smile off her face. "I can still hear, you know," she laughs, reaching up to the hand. She holds it a bit, running her fingers along Yvette's palm. "And feel the wind moving in front of my face. And I guess I'm not super blind, but everything is just light and dark." For a second, she just loses herself holding Yvette's hand, feeling the knuckles and interlacing their fingers together. She's nervous, even if she's trying to hide it with all the excitement and laughing.

 

"And yeah, it's because of my illness. It's what made me decide that... It's my time to go." She leans down and lifts the hand to her face, brushing the back of it with her lips, and moving it along her cheek. She gives the palm a kiss. "One of your videos was the last thing I saw, a few months ago. I wish I could see you now. You're so beautiful." She looks up, and smiles in the general direction of a camera. "I hope everyone at home doesn't mind looking at me. I'll try my best to put on a good show."

[13:10 PM] Snuff TV grins, the feeling of those fingers against her own so soft and sensual. It wasn't hard to see how nervous Abigail was - But, of course, most of her starlets were nervous, and with good reason. "Oh, don't you worry. I don't think anyone will mind looking at a gorgeous little snuff-slut like yourself." As she said that, her fingers dipped between Abigail's legs, her dress riding up her thighs as she came closer to her sex. Her other hand gently groped one of her breasts, at the same time pulling her that much closer to her, making her take her place between her legs, both women facing the camera.

 

"This is the last chance you'll get to back off, Abigail. If you want to go through with this - You're gonna have to beg me to kill you.~" Her fingers squeezed into that breast, her other hand having made its way up to the girl's underwear.~

[13:19 PM] Abigail Huntington has so many conflicting emotions. No one in their right mind should ever want to die, especially when they aren't depressed. But she arches her back all the same, and opens her legs. She's even worn proper lingerie for the occasion, a pair of sheer lace panties, as black as coal, and long black silk leggings that end in her blue kitten heels, held up by a garter. She would have worn longer heels, but she wanted to be able to walk. She's already started to get wet, and the crotch of her panties are damp.

 

She lets out a slight gasp, "Please, Yvette..." she murmurs, leaning her head back to rest it on one of the mistress' shoulders. "Please, kill me. I want it so bad. To feel..." she gasps again, squirming impatiently. "I really want it. Oh God, I didn't even realize how much until just now."

[13:27 PM] Snuff TV slid her fingers into Abby's panties as she spoke, gently teasing those moistening outer lips of her sex. When she closes her mouth, two fingers dip inside that pussy, ever so gently pushing inside, right up until she felt the slightest bit of resistance. "Atta girl. But first, of course, we'll make sure that you don't die a virgin." A brief, painful sensation as Yvette's fingers push past Abigail's hymen, shoving inside all the way up to the knuckle in one fell movement. At the same time, her other hand moves back up to her throat, this time much less tender as before. Those perfectly manicured fingers squeeze her windpipe, cutting off her air flow forcefully as her fingers start to thrust into that soft, squishy snatch. "Mmh...You'll make such a gorgeous corpse.~"

[13:38 PM] Abigail Huntington is taken by surprise, and lets out a loud yelp, clutching at the bed with one hand and tightening her grip on Yvette's leg with the other. The cry is cut off as fingers close around her throat. Being fingerfucked with barely any foreplay is painful, but the way that she's just being used turns her on so much that soon it doesn't matter. She's dripping wet. Her whole body is burning up in excitement. She closes her sightless eyes and concentrates on the hand at her throat, and the fingernail that has roughly cut her insides. It causes a rush knowing that she's bleeding.

 

While she's still thinking about it, she gingerly takes one hand off the bed and reaches back behind herself, unzipping her dress. The front of it falls, and the cameras can see her nubile body. She thought about not wearing a bra, but at the same time she wanted to be undressed, so she decided on a lacey thing that matched the rest of her lingerie. "What... what will you do with me?" she murmurs, her voice small as it strains to get out. She hadn't really thought what would happen to her body afterwards.

[13:47 PM] Snuff TV smiles ever so tenderly as her fingers remain diligently at work between the girl's legs. The wetter she gets, the more intense those digits thrust away at that orifice. Before long, a third finger joins in, that likely already putting a bit of strain on that freshly-deflowered snatch. She leans back slightly to allow the dress to slip down the girl's body, her lacy underwear exposed for the cameras. Her fingers tighten, effectively silencing her. It was bound to get difficult to breathe right about now.

 

"You mean, after~? Ohh, I'm not sure. You'll just be meat, afterwards, won't you?" She teased, as if it was as simple as that. "I suppose I'll have to get rid of you somehow. Cremate you? Donate your body to science? Have you stuffed~?" She teased.

 

[13:57 PM] Abigail Huntington doesn't even try to talk. She grits her teeth at first, but lets out a silent cry of pain. Her face is starting to go purple. She wanted it to last longer than this, but it's still so exciting. She can feel the pounding of her heart in her ears, and her lungs are desperate for air. Parts of her want to run and fight and hide, but the other parts, the parts that win, simply grip the sheets, and the tight leather of Yvette's dress. She spread her legs more, trying to give a good view to the audience. The pain of being deflowered and stretched more than she could stand was too much, especially coupled with the euphoria of the hand on her throat.

 

In Abigails limited vision, stars danced around. She quickly kicked off her heels. She could feel it building up in her body, starting in her hips, and belly. The thought of being nothing, of being meat, something to be disposed of is what sent her over the edge. She gripped the leather dress tight, pulling it up from Yvette's thigh, and balled her fist up in the sheets. Her shoulders dropped and her stomach clenched up. Her toes curled tightly. If she could have said anything, she'd be screaming, but instead it came out as a high squeal of excitement and pain. There was a convulsion through her, and if it weren't for Yvette's hand at her neck, she might have fallen back to the bed.

 

She came so hard she wet herself, and it caused her to pass out from the choking. Just for a moment. A little death, to prepare her for the next one.

[14:06 PM] Snuff TV was generally quite good at keeping her starlets conscious - There was no fun in offing a sleeping girl, after all. Of course, there was no doubt that the audience was going to -love- the little show she put on just now. That pale-skinned body shuddered and pressed up against her own, Yvette's arms keeping her in check. Even so, those movements she made were a delight to behold. When she felt that warm gush against her fingers, her grip on the girl's throat finally slacked, her hand moving up to her cheek. Her fingers had made a few neat bruises along her throat, dark lines visible where her fingernails had dug into her skin.

 

"Don't fall asleep, now." A sharp -smack- rang out, her palm briskly landing on her cheek, to snap her out of that brief little coma. "We've barely even started." Her hand slipped out from underneath her dress - It was now little more than a piece of blue cloth hanging loosely around her body. Yvette's urine-coated fingers moved up to Abigail's face, those fingers sliding in between her lips. "Look how dirty you got my fingers." Her other hand started to peel the dress off of her body, having her in nothing but her lingerie in no time.

[14:12 PM] System: Note from Rapist: Hi there!

[14:15 PM] Abigail Huntington pants and gasps for air, her bosom heaving. The blood all rushed from her head back along where it belonged, and her longs stretched to accommodate more air than they should. One of her eyes was bleeding a little from a burst blood vessel, and they were open all the way, even though they were covered in cataracts. She mewls quietly, and starts to lick the blood and cum and piss off the mistress' fingers without even being told. She simply lets herself be undressed as well. It takes Abigail a while to come back to her senses.

 

When she does, all limp and naked and sweaty and still in the afterglow, she twists around--every movement feeling heavier and looser, as if she was made of lead balloons--and puts her arms around Yvette and kisses her on the lips. She pulls away, smiling and breathing hard, her lips parted. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, I got caught in the moment... th-that was amazing..."

[14:25 PM] Snuff TV gently moves her fingers around inside that eager little mouth, even slightly thrusting those digits inside. Not too deep, just enough to remind her of that intense finger-fucking just now. Her dress falls to the ground uselessly, and Yvette lets out a soft gasp as those lips press up against her own. Her breath was so warm and even slightly scented, as well - Yvette took excellent care of her appearance, when it came to just about every sense.

 

"Mnh. I noticed.~" Suddenly, Yvette grabbed her starlet by the shoulders, and, in a few swift, sudden motions, slipped out from behind her, pushed her flat onto the bed, and straddled her, legs on either side of her body. "Looks like you just about ruined your pretty panties, too." She reached back, slid a finger underneath the waistband of her panties, and slid them down her legs. Next, she reached up and started to relieve her of her bra, too. "I guess you're gonna have to be naked when I snuff you.~"

[14:32 PM] Abigail Huntington looks up with her white eyes, and bites her lip to hide a smile. She can barely contain her excitement. Everything about this woman was a dream come true. "I guess... I guess I'll go out this world the way that I came in," she says, trying to sound brave. She definitely wanted this, but some irrational part that didn't understand terminal illness and worsening health wanted her to run at the very thought of it. But then, that was half of where the excitement came from. She should run, and fight and get away, but instead she was welcoming it.

 

She rubbed her hands in the blanket, getting them as dry as she could from all the sweat that was on them. She reached up and touched Yvette's face with her cold fingers, wanting to 'see' it like she did months ago on the computer screen. The girl tried to imagine what she must look like to all of them. "What happens if I change my mind?" she wonders, still grinning in excitement. She runs her hands down Yvette's neck as she lays on the bed beneath her, feeling the weight of another person holding her down.

 

"Would you stop me? And... and hurt me?" she asks, voice trembling in fear and anticipation. She can't help but smile from ear to ear. "Would you punish me?"

[14:40 PM] Snuff TV leaned down a little, adoring those soft fingers running along her near-perfect skin. She felt warm, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Even though she was the image of grace and professionalism, her accelerated breathing hinted that she was nearly as excited as Abby. "Mnh. The time for changing your mind passed a while ago." She -had- given her the option, after all. "So you'd have been wasting my time. And that would make you a -very- naughty girl." She tossed her bra off of the bed somewhere, one hand cupping a breast and taking the nipple between two fingers.

 

"And naughty girls deserve punishment. Like this." With a sharp -pinch- , she took that nipple between two fingernails and gave it a brisk -twist-. "Or maybe...Like this." With a loud -smack-, she slapped that pretty face once again. "Of course, you're not planning on changing your mind, are you?"

[14:48 PM] Abigail Huntington grips Yvette's breasts tight, groping them as her head turns sideways, her cheek burning. She tears up a little, and bleeds. She was biting her lip again, and the slap made her bite too hard. She tastes the blood and licks her lip. She fights against her instincts, and takes her hands away from Yvette, moving them down her body and letting her get a better view of Abigail's own breasts. Letting her take control and do whatever she wanted. Submitting so thoroughly was... better than she ever thought it would be.

 

"N-no!" she screams, nails digging into the sensitive skin of her nipple. Her hands move to the bed, and she grips the sheets, neck jerking the other way with another slap. "No, I... I want you to kill me. You can do whatever you like to me." Just saying that makes her whole body tremble in excitement. "I can't believe this is happening. I'm such a freak... I love this"

[14:58 PM] Snuff TV leans forward, her tongue flicking against that freshly-bloodied lip, getting a taste of her blood. Even if she was going to keep this film nice and clean, she adored the taste of blood. "That's what I thought." Her lips pressed up against Abby's, giving her a brief yet sensual kiss. Soon after, she spun herself around, straddling Abigail's face rather than her waist. "'Course, tonight's not all about -you-. I think you need to get your mouth to work." She lifted up that tight-fitting, leather skirt, exposing her bare, smooth hips, her perfect, utterly dripping sex.

 

"So,you're gonna eat me out.~" She declared, matter-of-factly, and sat her soft, plush bottom down on that pretty face, her cunt just over the girl's mouth. She chose her position so that she was also covering her nose - She'd have to work if she wanted to breathe.

 

[15:13 PM] Abigail Huntington takes a deep breath, and a deep whiff of the woman's beautiful pussy--it made Abigail feel incredibly self conscious to be on camera with someone so beautiful; she shaved just for this occasion, but when you can't see shit, it's so hard to tell if you've done a good job--and opened her mouth, her tongue pressing against that wet cunt. As she wriggled her tongue around, making up for what she lacked in skill with eagerness, she took her hands and gripped that perfect ass, running her hands over it. She stroked the woman's lower back, and did her best to get her tongue inside of her.

 

It wasn't long before she was pressing her head back against the plush mattress, and trying to get some air. She redoubles her efforts, and her tongue finally finds the entrance to her cunt. It presses between the lips, and squirms around inside of her, while Gail's chest heaves more and more from the lack of air.