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Margie had missed the first act of the show because she was making sure the money was properly deposited into her bank account. Satisfied that the transaction was complete, she returned to the studio. It was a slow day and she had nothing better to do. She was looking for Bosch when she heard someone call her name. It was the girl. She was handcuffed to a pipe in the ceiling, completely nude. Her eyes were wide with hope or terror, Margie couldn’t tell which.
“Well, Hello,” said Margie. She couldn’t remember the girl’s name.
“Please help me,” the girl pleaded. “Don’t let them rape me again!”
“Oh… Sweetie,” Margie replied softly, wiping a tear from the girl’s face with her thumb, “that should be the least of your worries.”
The girl started crying. “What are they going to do to me?”
“I think you already know the answer to that question. They’re going to fuck you ‘till they’ve had their fill, then they’ll probably torture you, and then they’ll kill you.”
Tears were streaming down her face. “But why?” she asked in a shaking voice. “Why?”
“Money,” Margie answered simply. “You’re a commodity. A short term investment.”
“I can pay you if you help me,” the girl started to say, but Margie cut her off.
“The money I’ve made from Mr. Bosch has put my children through college. I’m not about to jeopardize our relationship.”
“But, but…” the girl couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You’re a woman! How can you do this?”
Margie thought for a moment. “I’m a businesswoman.”
Just then Bosch appeared with a security guard. “Bring her,” he said to the guard. “We’re ready.”
“Mind if I watch?” Margie asked.
“Of course not, my dear. Glad you could join us.”
They led Anna back to the studio. Tucker was waiting, his manhood having recovered from their last excursion. Someone had drug a dirty old mattress into the middle of the room.
“We’ll go for the ass this time,” said Bosch. “And feel free to get rough with her. Don’t kill her yet, but have some fun.”
“Can do,” said Tucker. He led the terrified girl to the mattress and pushed her onto her stomach. Then he sat on her legs so she couldn’t move. She had a firm, round little ass, and Tucker began to massage it, pulling the cheeks apart and finally probing the rectum with his fingers. He unsheathed the straight-razor and looked at Bosch, who merely nodded. With that, he placed the razor against her left buttock and slowly pulled it down toward her thigh. The razor sunk an inch deep into her flesh, and Anna screamed her first real scream of the night. Tucker took a moment to admire the wound, pushing it apart to get a better view. Despite all the blood, he could clearly see the meat of the girl’s ass.
“Good,” said Bosch. “Now keep that up, but start fucking her.”
Tucker pushed the head of his cock against the girl’s ass and slowly pushed it in. As he sodomized her, he continued to cut her. Digging the razor into her ribcage, he sliced a path all the way to the small of her back.
“Careful not to injure her spinal cord,” said Bosch. Tucker had once accidentally paralyzed a girl in the middle of one of their shoots. The video had sold well, but the feedback from his clients had been sub-standard.
Tucker continued to rape her, taking periodic breaks so he wouldn’t cum, for another ten minutes. Evidently, Bosch thought this was enough anal footage, because he directed Tucker to “flip her over.” Tucker gladly complied. For all of his bizarre sexual experience, he was still a missionary man at heart.
This was especially true when he snuffed girls; he liked to look into their eyes as they died. Spreading her legs, he roughly shoved himself into Anna’s cunt and began to work up a nice rhythm.
“Mmm… that’s good pussy,” said Tucker, clearly enjoying himself. After a couple of minutes he was really getting into it, and he started talking to the girl. “You’re about to die, sweetheart,” he panted. “I’m going to eat your heart.”
“Not literally, I trust,” said Bosch.
“I’m going to feast on you,” continued Tucker. “You are prey for my cock! And for my knife!”
“How melodramatic,” whispered Margie to Bosch.
“Yeah, but he backs it up,” he replied.
After five minutes of straight fucking, Bosch said, “Whenever you’re ready, Tucker.”
Tucker was ready. As he continued to grind his cock into the helpless girl, he brought the razor to her chest. He punctured her flesh at the clavicle, then drew the razor downward, slicing through inches of fatty breast meat. Through a combination of skill and luck he was able to bisect the breast perfectly, cutting through the nipple in the middle. The girl now had three breasts.
“Get a close-up of that,” instructed Bosch.
Tucker then turned his attention to the girl’s smooth, flat stomach. He cut into her navel, planning to disembowel her. But suddenly he realized that he was going to cum within the next thirty seconds. He didn’t have time to gut her, so instead he brought the razor to her neck. Pistoning his cock into her as fast as he could, he pushed the blade with all of his strength into her soft throat. There was a popping sensation and a spray of blood. He felt his orgasm approaching. Using the razor like a saw, he cut back and forth until the girl’s windpipe was completely severed, her throat cut from ear to ear. Looking into her glassy eyes he came, emptying his balls into her dead womb.
Bosch approached to admire his handiwork. The girl was nearly decapitated. The razor had cut into her spinal cord and now her head was hanging loosely from her neck. Putting his hands on her temples, he twisted until it came all the way off. He gave the head a deep, passionate kiss, then tossed it aside.
The medical team quickly arrived with their cooler and began working on the body. Their job was to harvest the organs for sale on the black market. They slit the girl’s belly open and her intestines spilled out messily.
Bosch wasn’t quite done filming, though. There was one last scene he wanted to get, and he knew he would have to be the one to perform it. As the organ harvesters continued their work, he unzipped his jeans and forced his cock into the severed windpipe where the girl’s head used to be. It was a tight fit, but there was a lot of blood for lubricant. The film ended that way, with a fade out.
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