The plan was simple. Make Ashley his. Today was his birthday and he was busy cancelling it. Working down the list of names he had, he soberly told each one that the bit party planned was not going to happen. He told everyone. Except Ashley. She arrived, excited to celebrate Rocks birthday. He was a longtime acquaintance, always seemed to be in her life in some minute way, and she always enjoyed his energy when he was around. He was harmless fun at the karaoke bar, or the loud story teller at the friends party. And she was excited to help him celebrate his birthday. They chit chatted for a moment and he got her some champagne. He drugged hers of course…the 2nd part of his plan. She was starting to wonder why no one was around. She would not wonder for long.

Now she was nervous and decided that harmless Rock was actually kind of creepy when alone. She got up to go, and passed out. He caught her. NOW the party was starting. He had her all to himself. No one was coming. He proceeded to feel her warm, sexy body all over, eventually stripping all but her stockings and examining her pussy, and squeezing and sucking her luscious tits. He took her up to the bedroom for the 3rd part of his plan. Cuffed to the bed, he fucked the pussy and mouth of unconscious Ashley. It was heaven. Then she regained consciousness he he started the 4th part of his plan domination! He forcefully fucked her mouth until he eventually unloaded all over her face. Humiliated and scared, Ashley was in tears and terror. He left her and she realized the keys to the cuffs were right next to her on the night stand. Only, she could not reach them just inches away. But, she worked out a crazy plan and stripping off one stocking with her heel spike, she managed to contort her leg and grab the key with her toes. Getting it into the lock was a miracle, but once done, she had the cuff off and was working on the other.

When Rock walked back in with Champagne flutes. Part three of his plan. Compel her to be his. To be honest, he really did not think she would go for it. She was a strong woman and he respected that. So after a few rounds of strangling her to try and convince her she should relent, he decided it would be better. If he just killed her. And so he did. The look in her eyes as he strangled her for the last time was priceless. It was as if, she was rethinking her fateful decision from moments ago. But never mind. He was on this course now….the contingent, but final part of his plan. Murder Ashley. She struggled fiercely, her body lurching and bucking as the nylon garrote tore into her soft neck, denying her from oxygen. When it was over, she was peaceful. Dead. And he felt this ending to his birthday was appropriate. After all, he had been obsessing about her for years. She seemed to show up at every event he was at. Teasing him with her sexy body and stimulating conversation. It made him feel beholden to her and he would be beholden to anyone. And so, her not submitting to him was good. Because now she was gone and he could live his life without this distraction. This turned out to be the best birthday ever

Jessie Parker is a young aspiring singer who is in the big city to talk to big shot record producer Rock Bottom of Rock Bottom Records about an album. He tells her he likes the innocent look, but that no longer sells, if she wants to be a star, she has to “slut it up” starting with him. Jessie isn’t interested in any of that, and tries to get him to sign her based off of her skill, but truth be told, she can’t sing. He keeps trying to get her to give it up, but she just won’t stoop to that level, so he timestops her. He sits her up on the desk and starts to strip her, then lays her down and starts to finger her tight pussy, before pulling his cock out and sliding it in to fuck her. He fucks her on the desk in a couple positions until he cums inside of her. This girls a star alright

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Jazzy has come over to to Uncle Rock’s house for the week. He has promised Jazzy’s Mom that he would take good care of her. He mentions that her recent SnapChats have been kind of racy, even though she does look GOOD. But who is going to take care of her? Has she been hanging out with boys? Nah, she’s a little to shy to hang out with boys. Uncle Rock assures her that there is nothing to be ashamed or shy about. He tells her how pretty she is and scoots her closer to him. He wraps his arm around her and rubs her neck and shoulders. She feels a little funny, it’s a good feeling but she’s unsure. Sometimes, though, he assures her, that she should just go with it. He takes off her jacket, it IS getting a little warm in the room. He kisses her neck softly rubbing her tits through her tank top. She’s safe with her Uncle Rock…he leans her back and takes off her shirt and lifts up her skirt, rubbing her leg.

After stripping down to her panties he gets her to kneel on the floor and suck on his throbbing cock. He takes her to his bed and lays her down to eat out her pussy. She moans as his tongue works it’s magic. She sucks his dick again, going balls deep into her throat. It’s now time to fuck as he lays her on the bed and rams into her hard, her legs in the air. He bends her over and fucks her from behind as she moans, her wet pussy slapping against his big dick. She explodes in a powerful orgasm as she lays on the bed in shock. Uncle Rock keeps fucking her hard as she powers through. She gets on top and rides him hard until he cums inside her, exhaling in satisfaction. He grabs her from behind telling her that this was all a test. Her mother had said she was a big whore, and she failed. With a flick of his wrist he snaps her neck, killing her

A girl shows up for a bondage photo shoot. Once he has her positioned and tied to the chair, he surprises her by wrapping a rope around her neck and using a metal pipe to twist tighten it. At first, she thinks it is just part of it, but when her air gets cut off, she instantly panics and starts to struggle. Unfortunately for her, she is tied tightly to a chair and the most movement comes from her perfectly young tits. He lets the tourniquet loose and she can breath again, but before she can say anything, he tightens it again. He does this several times, eventually watching her pass out.

He slaps her awake then does it again. After a while, he tires of this game and when she passes out again, he makes sure to not loosen the rope. Her body goes into spasms and shakes crazily, her tongue out, her eyes wide. Her face is deep red as she struggles one last time. Finally, she slumps dead in the chair. Now the fun begins. He checks her out in the chair, massaging her breasts and fingering her tight young pussy. He unties her and once she is down on the floor he keeps playing with her, rolling her, moving her, playing with the rope and pipe on her. When he is finished, he removes her shoes, plays with her petite feet, then rolls her up in the carpet and carries her out for disposal

3 girls are having a party for their friend who is getting married. They are all hanging out on her bed, exploring each other in a fun way. Kissing, touching, and finally fondling until they all orgasm together. Aww to be young and horny. In the livingroom they are drunk. They stagger up all at once to answer the door. It’s the pizza guy. The pull him in and start molesting him-giving him a lap dance. He warns them of his weak heart and a few minutes later, he is unresponsive. They think he is dead, but they don’t want him to ruin thier party. They drag him off the couch and put him in the closet to worry about later. 2 hours later, the girls are asleep–passed out.The pizza guy wakes up and he is bent on revenge. He wraps a cord around a girl who is sleeping on the sofa.

She comes too and starts to struggle. He is a big guy and has the garrote tight around her young, soft neck. She bucks wildly, tossing her arms and legs about. Her tongue lashed out, her eyes peer widely through her glasses. After a long, long struggle, she finally fades away. He takes the garrote off, looks at the bruising on her next, then hides and waits for others. In the bedroom, Machelle wakes up. She walks down the hall, seeing Emma on the couch. When she realizes she is dead, frightened, she back right up into the killer. He grabs her by the neck and lifts her up off her feet. Holding her by her neck, he strangles her. She tries to fight, kicking her legs, hitting him. Nothing works. Eventually, after a good fight, she goes limp. He holds her for a few more seconds, then lets her fall limply to the floor.

He looks the two dead girls over then heads to the bedroom. He finds the last girl still asleep. He straddles her, moving his hands on her body, touching her breasts. She wakes up and he puts his hand around her throat. She cannot breath. Her body comes to life, bucking and arching, hands trying to fight. Soon she bucks him off to the side, but his hand stay tightly on her neck. She struggles, thrusting her pelvis, eyes wide, tongue out. After a while, her body gives up and she goes still–tongue flopping out of her mouth. He spends a moment looking at her, then goes out to the livingroom and grabs his stuff, looks at the two girls, and leaves

A young woman in a state of perpetual anxiety, paces around in a safe house where she has been hiding for week. Her handler calls, telling her to run—now! She grabs her go box and as she is sorting though it and getting final instructions, a man appears. He is not her friend. A well known assassin, he does not speak, but approached her quietly, wearing an eerie white mask. She puts the phone down and tried her best to convince him to let her live. She offers him sexual gratification and he seems open to it she thinks. She has no idea.

But soon she is on her knees sucking him until his cum empties in her mouth and she swallows all of hit, hoping he enjoyed it. She starts to plead some more, and he knocks her to the ground. He stares at the unconscious woman in curiosity. Later, she is in a chair and he is behind her. He wakes her up and she tries to plead, but the garrote goes tightly around her neck and she cannot breathe. She struggles and spasms kicking her hand grabbing at the garrote but unable to do anything about it. She was going to die, and die slowly because she was strong a fighter. But after a long struggle, she was gone. Staring lifelessly at nothing. He takes the obligatory photos for his employer and leaves.

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In the illicit underworld of prostitution, money drives everything. Grease the right palms and a madam may never have to worry; screw the wrong person over and risk a brutal response. Max is a callous enforcer hired to teach a certain intransigent madam a lesson. He intends to kill her girls off, one-by-one, until she gives a hefty cut of her profits to his boss. The first on his list is Monica, one of the madam’s top earners, due her young, sexy body and her wild, slutty nature. Max pulls a ski mask over his head and knocks on her door. The call girl is taken aback when the stranger in a mask walks in, but Max explains he is merely shy. If she had any doubts about the bizarre excuse, the wad of cash he hands her silences them.

Monica steps out to get freshened up, taking the opportunity to check her phone. There is a text from her madam. She caught wind of Max’s plans and warns Monica, telling her to drug the strange man in the mask. Fixing him a drink, with a few drops of chloral hydrate in it, she returns to find him lounging on the bed. Handing him the glass, she turns on the charm, insisting that he drink it and then doing a sexy striptease for him, once he does. After showing off her perfect set of tits and her fine ass, she smiles as she sees the huge erection standing proudly at attention. Climbing on the bed, she swallows the hard cock, sucking and slobbering on it until it is shiny and slick with her drool. Climbing on top of it, Monica impales herself on his meat pole, moaning as she bounces up and down on the thick shaft. Suddenly, Max wraps both hands around her slender neck and strangles her. There is a brief struggle, but Max is so much stronger than her, she is soon choked into unconsciousness. All seems to be going according to his plan, until the sedative takes effect and he passes out on the bed next to her.

Monica come to first and gets dressed. Pulling a gun from the drawer of the nightstand, she assumes a shooting stance and yells at Max to wake up. It takes him a moment to get his bearings, but the hot chick pointing a gun at him gets his attention. She orders him to take the mask off, but Max has his own weapon, always close at hand. With practiced speed, he draws his gun and fires, hitting Monica right in the pussy, a stain of red blossoming on her white skirt. Clutching at her wound, she drops her gun and slumps to the floor. Fighting shock, she clumsily reclaims her gun and tries to bring it to bear on Max, but he shoots her again, in her right boob, taking all fight out of her. He grabs her and throws her on the bed, ripping her bloody clothes off. Shoving his fat cock inside her again, he fucks her, hard and rough, while she oozes blood from her wounds. After agonizing minutes pass, being painfully violated in her last moments, she dies, body going limp. Max pulls out of her lifeless cunt and shoots his load onto the whore’s corpse. Now that’s how you send a message.

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A young woman that is put in charge of finding out who is stealing company secrets is on a power trip as she gets ready to interview the next employee. A scared, quiet girl is shoved into the make shift interrogation room and Miera gets right to work on her asking all the tough, vague questions she can before getting frustrated, making her strip and planting the first bullet of the day into the poor girls stomach. The girl is stunned at first, looks at her wound and falls. Blood pours through her fingers as she bleeds heavily. Miera shoots her again, same area. The girl cannot talk, cannot comprehend what has just happened or what is about to happen. Miera, the power surging takes aim. She hope the girl does not talk because she just wants to kill. She girls spasms on the floor, clutching her blood-soaked belly, blood pouring out of her mouth. She gets her wish and as the girl stares silently at her with her pleading eyes, he shoots her in-between her tits. The girl goes still staring blankly. Miera calls for a clean up and the body is dragged out. Next, Renee enters and room. Just an intern from the mail room, she is also scared and has no idea why she is here.

Miera asks her the question and Renee has no answers. Miera in anger rips Renee’s shirt open exposing her nice teenage tits. She places the gun between them and lets it slid down, then, when the barrel is pointed at her belly, she shoots–point blank. Renee falls to the ground. She begs and pleads but Miera has had enough and shoots her rapidly, 4 more times. The first shot hits her in the lower belly just above her panties. The next three go across her chest, once each in each of her big tits and then a centered chest shot. Renee goes still. After observing the body for a bit, she calls and has Renee dragged off. Meira is waiting for the next victim when her boss comes in. He forces her against the wall at gunpoint. It has been decided that she is actually the problem. She is forced to strip, all the while she talks back and resists. Her boss lets his weapon slide down her torso, stopping just below her belly where he fires point-blank. She goes down in pain, squirming all over the floor. She tries to reason with him, but he finishes her off, shooting her in the side belly, then in each large breast. She heaves for a moment, then slowly goes still, her body slowly twitching for several seconds after she is dead. He leaves her laying on the cold, blood floor