Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. "I see you brought our entertainer, please come in," the cheerful man said politely before he stepped back from the open doorway, and gestured then into the house. The two individuals standing at the door crossed the threshold, and went into the living room. The first was a tall man in suit and tie, while his companion was a young girl named Lucy Evans. Lucy was a thirteen-year-old with waist-length red hair tied into pigtails, deep blue eyes, and a face full of freckles. Lucy had a small, fragile-looking frame; her body was no longer that of a little girl, but she wasn't quite a woman just yet. At the tender age of nine, Lucy discovered the delightful pleasures of her first orgasm. One night while laying in her bed she stuck her hand inside of her panties and rubbed her pussy, as she had done since the age of six. Usually she fell asleep, but that night she kept on rubbing her clit until the sensation built up and waves of ecstasy pulsated all over her body. Lucy pulled her hands, wet and sticky, from her panties as she laid there panting. Lucy panicked that first night, thinking she pissed herself, and rushed to the bathroom to change clothes; she didn't tell her parents because, even then, she knew that they would ground her for a year if they found out what she was doing. Even though she swore to never play with herself again, only two nights later she started again; she was very eager to feel that pleasure again. It didn't take long for Lucy to figure out that the sticky stuff she found in her panties after cumming wasn't piss, but was, as she later discovered, something rather sweet and tasty. A little more than a year after Lucy started masturbating to orgasm she discovered porn, and very quickly started masturbating to it every night before bed. Most of the porn she was into involved teenage girls having sex with each other, or being fucked by older men. Lucy soon started to imagine herself starring in one of those porno films, and her fantasy quickly became a dream. Although society had come a long way in giving teens more sexual freedoms, the age of consent in the United States was only lowered to thirteen, and she would have to wait. That didn't stop her from recording masturbation videos at the age of twelve to practice. Before she even turned thirteen she was a slut who was eager to give up her virginity for the entire internet to see. Less than a week from her thirteenth birthday Lucy managed to contact a porn studio who was looking for someone like her, and another week later she met with one of their representatives, Charles, at the local park and they arranged to shoot her first porno that very night. "Come in and take a seat," an older man behind a desk said, pointing at a blue couch as she entered the living room. Lucy walked over to the couch and took her seat, with her legs spread, giving Charles a full view of her bald undeveloped cunt. Other than her, Charles, and I old director, there was also three cameramen. "So, Charles here tells me you're quite anxious to make pornos with us," the man told her, "and I must say that I'm just as anxious to see how well you'll perform." "Oh, I am very eager, I've been wanting to do porn since I first started watching it," Lucy replied, letting out an innocent giggle as she said it. "That's the kind of enthusiasm I love to hear from a girl. Mind if I start with a few simple photographs?" "Photos? Sure, I'd love to," then Lucy stood up, and stretched out her arms. "So, is that a real uniform or a prop?" The director asked. "Oh, it's the uniform issued by my school." Lucy's uniform consisted of a white blouse, blue-checkered skirt, white knee-high socks, black shoes, a pink tie, and a blue headband. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath the blouse, and her small budding breasts easily poked through the blouse; Lucy wouldn't dare wear the uniform like this to school. "You want me to take it off?" Lucy questioned the director, eagerly grabbing the hem of her blouse. "Not just yet, I want some pictures of you in the uniform first," he replied. "So, what do you want me to do first?" "Just pose for the camera," he said. Lucy placed her right hand on her side, and twirled one of her pigtails with her left index finger. One of the cameramen walked around and stood in front of her, and she stuck her chest out slightly as the camera started flashing. "Lift up your skirt." Lucy blushed a little as she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted up to just below her breasts. The men were clearly delighted at the fact that she didn't have any panties, and she saw a bulge in the cameraman's pants. "Very nice, Lucy, very naughty," Charles said, speaking for the first time since they arrived. "Thank you, sir," Lucy beamed at him with appreciation as the cameraman took photos of her bald cunt from as many directions he could. "Can you lift the back of your skirt, and kind of spread your ass cheeks for me." Lucy did as he asked, and a second cameraman started to take pictures of her spread cheeks and her tiny asshole. "Can I take off my shirt now, mister director?" Lucy asked with teasing impatience. "Go right ahead," the director waved. "Alright," she replied and pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. Lucy grabbed the perky lemon-sized lumps on her chest and squeezed them lightly, with her thumbs massaging the mosquito bite nipples on the end of those small breasts, "what do you think?" She asked as the cameramen snapped at least a dozen photos of her bare torso. "Very lovely. Now for the boring part," the director replied. "Boring part?" Lucy asked, a little confused. "Yeah," the Director brought out a clipboard with several sheets on it, "we need you to sign a few things before our other performers can do anything with you." "Oh," Lucy replied with agitation, "it won't take long will it?" "It won't be too bad. Be glad it wasn't ten years ago, when you would've actually required parental consent." Lucy laughed, "My parents would go ape shit if they knew that I wanted to do porn," she grabbed the clipboard and a pen from the desk, then sat back on the couch. Luckily the parts she needed to sign were labeled in red, so she was able to blow through the contract in less than two minutes. Lucy handed it back to the director and sat back on the couch. "Everything seems to check out," he looked through the sheets, "So I think we can really get started. Charles!" Charles walked across the room, and the cameramen started filming. "I hope you don't mind," the Director said apologetically, "if it was ten years ago I could take you myself." "It's fine," Lucy dismissed. Truth be told, she wanted Charles to fuck her anyway; she was the older guy she dreamt about, but not too old. Charles was a man in his mid-30's, athletic, and short blonde hair. She watched with lust as he approached her. "Open your legs and raise your skirt," Charles told her. She obliged as he lowered himself to his knees. Charles' hands grabbed her lower waist and his face fell between her legs and his lips touched her pussy lips. Lucy's clenched shut and let out a sharp gasp as Charles wedged his tongue between her slit and lightly wiggled it around her clit; she jerked her head back and she started moaning loudly. Two of the cameramen focused their cameras on Lucy's crotch; the first one went in for a close-up while the second one took in a wider view. The third guy focused on her face, for her reactions. She threw her head to both sides and stretched out her arms as Charles' tongue slid across and swirled around her clit. He slid his hands down to her ass and pushed her entire pelvis against his face. Charles ran his tongue across the entire length of Lucy's slit six times before plunging it into her love hole. Lucy cringed up and screamed as he tongue-fucked her virgin pussy wildly. "I-I'm about to come," Lucy screamed and, a few moments later, she let out a high-pitched scream as Charles felt her cunt muscles pulsate around his tongue. He continued lapping inside of her hole, even as her cunt juice squirted into his mouth; in fact, he made sure to swallow as much as possible. Lucy sat back against the couch, heaving and still lightly moaning as she enjoyed the afterglow. "My turn," Charles exclaimed as he stood up and pushed down his pants. He pushed them off and tossed them aside, before he plopped down onto the couch next to Lucy with his legs spread apart and his erect cock sticking straight up in the air. Lucy knew what he wanted and slid onto the floor and got on her knees. She turned around and crawled in front of him and looked with hunger at the swollen penis inches from her face. "Nervous?" Charles chuckled and patted Lucy's fiery head. Lucy shook her head and, to dispell all doubt, wrapped her lovely lips around the tip of his cock; after twirling her tongue around his pee hole she lunged forward, swallowing as much of his member as she could. Lucy was delighted to hear him moan, and eagerly shoved his shaft further down her esophagus until she started to gag. Lucy held it there for a few seconds until her face turned blue and then her head sprang back with strings of saliva dripping from her mouth. "Hehe, don't take in more than you can swallow," Charles laughed. He placed his hands on her tits and softly massaged them. Lucy raised herself and thrust her chest forward slightly at the touch to give Charles easier access. Then she placed her lips over his cock again and started sliding her mouth up and down his shaft; she occasionally shifted to sucking and slurped on the tip while her tongue danced around his hole. Her right hand cusped his balls and she softly squeezed and rubbed them with her fingers. Her left fingernails were lightly running across his hard shaft. "You are so fucking amazing," Charles groaned as he started caressing the left side of her head. "Thank you baby," she said between slurps as she tilted her head against Charles' hand as he stroked her hair. Lucy didn't pay heed to the warnings of Charles' increasingly fast breathing, and she was shocked when he let out a long deep moan at the same time that she felt something warm and sticky squirting into the back of her mouth. She overcame her initial urge to jerk her head back and, once she realized that she was tasting male cum for the first time in her life, continued sucking as he ejaculated down her throat. Lucy swallowed every bit of semen until she gagged and it spilled out of her mouth like a waterfall. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and more cum splatted on the floor, but she managed to gulp most of it down. Lucy rubbed her cum-covered chin and sat back down on the couch with her legs spread: she eagerly awaited a cock to plough her virgin pussy. "I guess you're ready to die now," the Director said. "Huh?" Lucy blurted out, unsure if he said what she thought he said. "It's time for the snuff portion of your film," he recited. "Snuff... are you joking?" Lucy asked seriously, with panic seeping into her tone. The Director pulled out a giant power drill from beneath his desk. Lucy understood then that he, no, they, really did intend to kill her. She didn't know how to respond to this, and her flight-response was overwhelmed by a sense of terror that paralyzed her to the couch. "H-h-how can you do this? That's sick! I-I didn't agree to this!" Lucy pleaded. "You didn't? But on this contract you signed next to the part where it clearly states that you give up your right to life," the Director informed her and threw a copy at her. Lucy looked over in disbelief when she realized that he was telling the truth, "Bu-but I-I-I didn't read it, it's not fair!" Tears rolled down her pale cheeks and she buried her face in her hands. "Nobody rushed you with the contract, you had all of time in the world to read every bit of the contract before we got started." "Oh my God! Please, is there anything I can do? What would you do if I ran through the front door?" "Well, our door keeper will stop you before you get too far," the director boasted, "and we could legally get a lawyer to force you to go through with the snuff film later on." Lucy thought about it for a second. "Do you want your parents to find out what you did? Imagine how miserable your last months with them would be," Charles reasoned. "If you cooperate I promise it'll be quick, but if you struggle or make us get a lawyer it will be much worse for you. Lucy looked at the two men with wide, fearful eyes. She was such a big baby when it came to pain, and there's no way she could live with it if her parents knew about this. When it came down to it, she knew that she didn't have the will to resist anyways. "Wuh-why do you have to kill me right now? I mean, couldn't you let me perform for a few years first? I just discovered the joys of sex and I only get laid once? Killing someone so young and full of potential is unfair!" "Life isn't fair, and a lot of people, including beautiful girls like yourself, die all the time without ever experiencing sex. Be grateful for whatcha had." Lucy hung her head as tears dripped onto her legs; whether she could accept it or not she was going to die that night. "Okay." Lucy replied gloomily. "Okay, what?" The Director asked. "I will le-le-let you k-k-kill me," Lucy said it really fast as if she was forcing something disgusting out of her mouth, "But I want one last request." "What is it?" "Cha-charles still hasn't fucked my pussy yet. I'd like to know what that feels like before I go. I-I can't die before feeling a dick in my pussy." The Director looked at Charles, who nodded in agreement. "Very well, I will fuck you to your final orgasm." Charles said cheerfully before mounting himself over her. Lucy closed her eyes and sat there shaking as Charles placed his hands on her bare shoulder. She lifted her skirt and Charles pressed his cock against her girlhood. The teen gasped as it slid through and broke through her hymen; blood trickled out of her cunt as he shoved his member further into her tight hole. Despite her terror at what Charles was going to do to her, she threw her arms around his torso and used the leverage to pull herself up. He grabbed her ass and picked her up; neither could tell if he was moving her with his hands, or if she was bouncing up and down his cock on her own accord. What they did know is that they were both fucking each other hard. Lucy pressed her lips against his and kissed him deeply. Her display of affection was more lust than anything; if this was going to be the only fuck she had then it was going to at least be amazing. After Lucy rode Charles' cock for a good five minutes, both of them had to break off the kiss to catch their breath. Lucy cocked her head back and screeched while Charles let out another long moan. Lucy's cunt clenched up as semen shot up into it; both of them were cumming at the same time. After thirty seconds Lucy pulled his member out of her cum-dripping cunt. He placed the heaving teen on the floor to enjoy the afterglow of her last orgasm while the Director transferred the drill to him. Lucy's state of ecstasy ended and was replaced by fear when Charles pressed the drill bit against the center of her forehead. The reality of her death washed over her like a cold wave. The drill bit didn't help; the bit had to be at least 4 centimeters in diameter. "Please noooo..." Lucy's pleas turned into screams when the drill turned on and the bit started rotating, and pushed through her skin. For a second, the most horrific pain she ever felt crushed over her head like a wave of stones and her screams of agony vibrated every wall in the house. Her screams ceased and became mumbled, mushy, incomprehensible babble as the drill started shredding a hole in her brain. Her body spasmed wildly and piss sprayed on the floor as Charles forced the rotating metal further into her skull, sending up a fountain of blood that plastered her pretty face. Charles stopped the drill when it punched through the back of her head and pulled it out; a pile of brain matter and blood poured out from the gaping wound and onto the floor. Charles let the cameramen take a few photos of the dead teen's body before he laid down on the floor next to her. "I wonder how she'd feel about me fucking her brain?" Charles asked rhetorical as he grabbed her skull and aligned the hole in the back of her head. Charles placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of the hole and pushed into her head; he pushed his dick in so far that the tip poked out of her forehead. As he fucked her skull her fingers and toes twitched; whether it was just the aftermath of her death or stimulation from his cock rubbing against her brain tissue he wasn't sure. After ten minutes of sliding Lucy's skull up and down his cock, Charles came. Sticky semen squirted out like a fountain, splashing back down on her face or inside of her brain. Charles pulled out and wiped his bloody cock on her skirt. "We need to do more of these," Charles exclaimed as he put his pants on. The photographers took a few more photos of Lucy's corpse. The Director wrote out a letter to inform her parents that their daughter died in a snuff film, and left the body on their porch in a crate.