The Red Dress
by Darker
Hi, I’m Jack and I work at Raunchy Studios. Officially I’m just an extra, but unofficially I’m both a talent scout, a caster and a producer – though not for the flicks you find in the video store, not even in the XXX-rated section. The videos that I make are not sold in the stores, but only directly to high-paying customers. They are all custom shoots, ordered by one of the suits from the suburbs. It’s really amazing how much they love this stuff. I mean, they sit out there in their fancy houses, with all their fancy furniture, their pretty wives and their 1,6 children – and they watch this shit like it was the six o’clock news! When I started, I was making just a few flicks a year, but now I make two or three every fucking week. Some people may find the videos offensive, and some people may even judge me to be an asshole, but it’s great business.
This morning I was out for a walk, just to relax and get a bit of air, when I passed this girl that was staring at a shop window. She looked very young, blonde, slender, not bad looking, and she was wearing a school uniform. In the window that occupied all of her attention hung a red silk dress. She was staring at it with wide eyes, and she didn’t even look up when I almost bumped into her.
“Excuse me.” I said, but she didn’t respond. She just kept staring at that dress. There were lots of people on the street, and I wasn’t really out looking for a girl, but something in her big, staring eyes made me think ‘what the hell’.
“It’s a pretty dress. Are you going to buy it?” I asked.
“No. It’s too expensive. But it’s pretty, isn’t it?” She responded with a sweet, almost singing voice, and gave me a quick look before her eyes went back to the dress. I looked at the price tag. It read 499$.
“I know how you can make 500$ in an afternoon.” I said. She turned and looked at me.
“I’m not that kind of girl.” She said, obviously offended.
“No, I’m not going to fuck you.” I quickly explained. “I just want to make a video with you. You know, art stuff.”
“Art stuff?” She said, interested.
“Yea, you know, kind of a fetish video.” I said, which was true enough, but then came the little sugar lie. “You get tied up, but nobody touches you. That’s all. It’s easy money, trust me.”
“I should be getting to school.” She said and looked around; like she was afraid someone might hear her. “But I guess I can skip classes today, if we can do it right away.”
“Sure, why not?” I said and smiled. “Just come with me. I live near by, and I can drive you to the studio straight away.
Ten minutes later we were at the studio. I lead her inside, turned on the lights and the camera, and then I sat down on the small, red leather bench.
“Come sit on my lap, Mona.” I said – in the car I had learned that her name was Mona and that she went to Jackson Highschool.
“But you said no touching.” She protested. The little slut was playing hard to get, I thought, which immediately made me smile. If only she knew what she was in for! However, I decided to play it cool – for now.
“I just want you to sit down with me, so I can introduce you on the tape, and so that you can tell a bit about yourself.” I explained. She reluctantly sat down, kind of edgy, ready to jump up if I tried anything. I didn’t.
“This is Mona on her first audition.” I said to the camera. “Mona, tell us a bit about yourself.”
“Is it on?” She hasked. I nodded. She looked at the camera and continued. “Hi, I’m Mona, I’m 18 years old and I go to Jackson Highschool. I want to become a model so that I can earn a bit of money.”
“That’s great, Mona.” I said and smiled. “Now tell us a bit more. Do you like sex?”
“Sure. Who don’t?” She said and giggled.
“Do you do it often?” I asked curiously.
“Every now and then. When I have a boyfriend.” She said. I put my arm around her, and she squirmed a bit, but she didn’t jump up.
“That’s great. Do you like it when a boy licks your pussy?” I continued.
“What’s with all the questions?” She asked, as I had apparently passed some boundary of hers. “Are you going to tie me up and make your video, or have you just tricked me to come here, so you can get your rocks off by having me reveal all my private secrets?”
“Sorry, Mona.” I said and put on a fake smile – just to keep the fucking little cunt calm until it was time to reveal the plot of the video. “I didn’t mean to be indiscrete; it’s just that our customers like to know a bit about the girls in their videos. But if you want to get on with it, we can do that. Would you please take your panties off and put them in your mouth?”
“Is that really necessary?” She protested. I nodded. She looked down, shyly, but then she slowly bent down and pulled off her panties. They were a bluish purple and kind of plain. She folded them once and stuck one end in her mouth.
“That’s very nice, Mona. Now I’ll tie your arms. Don’t be scared, I’m not going to do anything to you.” I lied, then I tied her arms on her back with a sturdy nylon rope. “There you go, Mona, that looks great!”
“Now I’m going to tie up your pussy and tits.” I explained, but Mona didn’t look too happy. “No, just relax, I’ll do my best not to touch you. Don’t you trust me?”
Mona nodded, and I proceeded. I unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the sides apart, so that I could see her small, perky teen breasts. Than I lifted up her skirt, revealing her pale, shaved crotch.
“Very nice. Very nice indeed.” I said appreciatingly, before I got to work with the rope. After a few minutes, she was tied up tighter than a mummy. She played it really well. She stood still, and she apparently wasn’t too nervous. If only she knew, I though, and gave her a wide smile.
“There you are. You look absolutely great!” I said when I had finished the work. She was now completely helpless, and she just stared at the camera with a sheepish look on her face.
“Now I’m going to tell you something really, really important, Mona.” I said and stared her dead in the eyes. “In a moment something is going to happen that may startle you, but whatever you do, don’t spit out your panties and don’t say a word.”
She looked a little confused, and I could see on her face that she really wanted to say something, but she kept quiet. Then I bent down and pulled the gun from out of the toolbox that stood next to the camera.
“I guess you understand now, Mona.” I laughed and rubbed up against her trembling body. “If you drop the panties, or make a single peep, I’m going to snuff you out right on the spot!”
The look of fear and disbelief on her young face was simply priceless! That’s what my customers pay good money to see! Her big, blue eyes starring at the gun, her brain trying hard to figure out what is going on - and not liking any of the possibilities that she comes up with.
“You bitched are so God damn easy.” I laughed, unable to contain myself any longer. “Like cattle to the slaughterhouse. Like fucking cattle to the fucking slaughterhouse – and I’m the butcher, Mona. I can see in your eyes that you have already guessed it. You are going to die. Now. On video!”
The bitch didn’t spit out her panties and scream. At least you gotta give her that. She looked absolutely devastated, but she contained her fear pretty well. She just stared at the camera as if it was a couple oh headlights on an approaching car, and she had given up all hope of getting out of the way before it crushed her.
“Aren’t you going to howl and scream and beg for your life?” I grinned. “Oh, right, I said I would kill you if you made as much as a peep. You do listen, Mona. I bet you are a good girl at school. But then again, you did skip class to come here. Well, I guess you find yourself in a bit of a predicament. You are helpless and unable to flee. Your only hope of salvation is if someone rushes to the rescue – but on the other hand, if you scream I’ll kill you right away. So do you simply wait for me to snuff out your young life, or do you take the chance and scream?”
Still Mona didn’t scream. Instead, tears sprang from her eyes and drew dark lines of mascara down her pale cheeks. I put the gun against the side of her head. Her body stiffened.
“Yea, it’s happening, Mona, it’s really happening. Maybe you thought that snuff videos were only urban legend, but in a few seconds you’re going to find out that they are not – and it will be the last thing you ever learn in your young life.” I said and burst into laughter. There is something incredibly amusing about the look on the face of a woman who is sentenced to death.
“I guess you’ll never get that red dress, Mona. That dream – like all other you ever had – will end in a few seconds. You are so young. You could have lived for many, many years if only you hadn’t come with me.” I mused, enjoying the look of terror in her deep blue eyes. “But when the sun rises tomorrow, it will be on a world without you, Mona. Think of all the fun you’ll miss. You’ll miss the world.”
“Oh well, I haven’t got all day. Ready?” I said. Mona’s young body stiffened. I pulled the trigger.
Mona’s body jerked. Her eyes rolled up into her skull. Then she collapsed like a bag of beans, the empty hulk of her body totally robbed of strength. Whatever terrors had haunted her young mind in those seconds that I pressed the gun against her head, they were now gone. It was all gone. Her dreams, her hopes, her thoughts, her life.
It had taken about ten minutes from the time I switched on the camera, until I snuffed out her life. Those ten minutes of video were worth thousands of dollars. Mona’s fear and suffering would be played over and over in some rich guy’s video machine - probably while he jacked off. I wonder what turned him on the most – her sexy teenage body, her suffering, or the fact that it was on his command that she died? Well, not that I'm one to judge... as long as he pays, it makes no difference to me.
THE END
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