The Producers by hooksforhands
Discover the tantalizing world of 'The Producers' by hooksforhands—an erotic sex story that dives deep into desire, passion, and captivating encounters. Immerse yourself in a narrative filled with steamy romance and unforgettable characters. Perfect for readers seeking thrilling escapism and sensual adventure!<br/>
Warning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. Don’t read it if this isn’t your cup of tea.
Conversely, if this is your cup of tea, so much so that you think you should try hurting someone in real life, please reconsider, as you are too stupid to get away with it and too soft for prison, where you will be raped more savagely than even my twisted mind could imagine.
If, however, you are somewhere in the middle, then please enjoy…
The Producers
Margie was always on the lookout for new talent, so when she saw the young woman in the grocery store parking lot she did a quick check for security cameras, then approached her.
“Excuse me, young lady,” she said, “I came here on the bus and now I’ve missed the return trip. Would it be too much trouble to ask you for a ride?”
The girl turned around. Margie surveyed her quickly: long, shapely legs inside a pair of short running shorts, slender frame but with fully formed breasts, beautiful dark eyes and a pretty smile. Marcie saw only dollar signs.
“Umm…” the girl said. “How far is it?”
“Not far, dear. I’ll pay you for gas.”
Margie had a very non-threatening appearance. At sixty years old, she was able to play a grandmotherly figure quite convincingly for the twenty-something or younger women her clientele desired. It was why she was so good at her job.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to do that,” the girl said. “You can put your groceries in the trunk.”
As they drove, Margie asked some polite questions. It was more than just small talk: she was trying to calculate how much money the girl would fetch her. “You said your name was Anna?” she asked.
The girl nodded.
“You remind me of my niece. Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”
“I’ll be twenty in September.”
“So young… Do you have any children?”
“No. I’m not really looking to start a family yet.”
That meant no stretch marks, and a higher payoff. “You shouldn’t. You’ve got plenty of time for that later,” she lied.
As they approached the studio, she called the producer on her cell phone. “Hi honey,” she said, “I’m on my way back from the store. I missed my bus but a nice young woman offered me a lift.”
The man on the other end spoke for a few seconds.
“Yes, yes. I picked up some great looking meat I think you’ll enjoy.”
More chatter from the other end.
“Okay. Love you.”
Thirty minutes later they pulled into the driveway. “You really live out in nowheresville,” said Anna.
“Yes, I guess it’s a longer drive than I thought,” replied Margie. They had spent most of the trip on dusty unused back-roads. “My husband and I like the seclusion. We know no one will bother us out here.”
As she was getting her groceries out of the trunk, Margie had one more favor to ask the girl. “I hate to be a bother –you’ve been so kind already- but would you mind helping me with these?”
There was a twenty-yard walk to the house. Anna appeared to want to leave, but she agreed to help with the bags. As they stepped onto the porch, the front door opened and a man twenty years younger than Margie stepped out and hastily ushered everyone inside. A second later followed the sound of a deadbolt
locking.
Immediately Bosch’s men were on the girl. They tackled her to the floor and within ten seconds had her gagged with her hands cuffed behind her back, a 9mm pressed against her temple. She could only whimper, confused and scared.
“You could have let her put down my groceries first,” remarked Margie as she inspected her broken eggs.
Bosch looked the girl over. “I think you’ll be able to afford more eggs.” He looked at one of his men. “Bring Tucker,” he said, and the man ran off. “The rest of you, get her up on the table. Let’s see what we’ve got here.” The men lifted her, struggling, and laid her out on the kitchen table.
“Hold her still!” Bosch cried as she kicked wildly. When she was secure, a man holding each leg and another at her head with a gun, Bosch began to inspect her. She was wearing a tight fitting tee shirt that said “TASTY” across the chest. With a smirk, Bosch pushed the shirt up over her breasts. The girl was crying pathetically now, but he paid no mind. With the eye of a connoisseur, he ran his hands gently but firmly over her firm, flat belly.
“Did anyone see you with her?” he asked.
“Of course not.”
He pushed Anna’s bra up, exposing her breasts. He kneaded them between his fingers, testing for imperfections. “She certainly is a pretty one,” he said.
At that moment Tucker joined them. “Who’s this?” he asked.
“Your next co-star. Margie found her for us.” Satisfied with her breasts, he moved on to her lower body. Grabbing hold of the elastic waistband of her shorts, he pulled them down to her knees. She fought wildly, freeing her legs for a moment and drawing them up to her chest in an attempt to protect her loins. The men grabbed her by the ankles, pushed he knees apart, and soon had her prone again. Bosch continued his examination, probing thumb and forefinger into her resistant vagina.
“Nnnnn! Nnnnn!” she cried through her gag.
“How should we snuff her?” Bosch asked, looking at Margie.
She looked bored. “Up to you,” she shrugged. “I’ve done my part.”
He extracted his fingers from her pussy and popped them into her anus. “Well, you’ll be happy to know she’s tight,” he said to Tucker. “In both holes.” He looked back at Margie. “How does twelve thousand sound?”
“Not to be greedy, but I was thinking more like fifteen. This is grade A girlflesh right here.”
Bosch looked hard at the girl. “She’d better die well. Okay, fifteen.” He looked at his men. “Take her to the studio. We’re going to do this now.”
—–
The studio was buzzing as the camera and lighting crews finished up their work. A pair of burly security officers held Anna by each arm, even though her hands were still cuffed behind her back. She was still fully clothed. Bosch was of the belief that a victim should always be disrobed onscreen. Not only was it a turn-on for the audience, but also her clothes could be sold as souvenirs to a few rich fetishists. Between the girl’s panties, shorts, shoes, tee shirt, even her ankle bracelet and earrings, Bosch estimated he could make another couple grand.
“We’re ready when you are,” said the lead cameraman.
The security men dragged the girl to the middle of the room, where they threw her to the floor. Two cameramen began circling her at a distance of a few yards. The rest of the crew hung farther back.
Bosch looked at Tucker, who was putting on his mask. “You’ll be using this,” he said, handing him a straight razor.
Tucker nodded. He strode purposefully toward the girl, brandishing the razor. She clumsily got to her feet but he grabbed her by the hair.
“Lets start by getting that gag out,” Bosch directed.
“Hold still,” said Tucker as he unfastened the gag. Anna took advantage of the distraction to break away from him, making straight for one of the cameramen.
“Help me!” she cried. “Don’t let them do this to me!”
The cameraman was unsympathetic. He kept his distance, but continued filming.