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![VIP FETISH SERVICE - VIP FETISH SERVICE
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«I have seen the film. Again and again and again. It's far from easy to summarise my opinion: I'll try anyway.
First of all, I was very impressed by the interpretation you gave of my story. I say "interpretation" deliberately, because not everything was obvious from my script. I knew other films of yours and expected exactly that "plus of mainstream flavour" to be added by you. You have masterfully realised the spirit of the story. In the film, I could recognise your experience in this field and your knowledge of some "depths" of the human psyche, so to speak […].
Needless to say, I was speechless how Mira played her role. It was far beyond my imagination – and this was a fantasy I have been thinking about for a long time […].
Finally, I would like to tell you that I consider your way of communicating with the customers as the added value of your production. Your transparency about the making of the film, about the different steps, your readiness to keep the customer up-to-date, and last but not least your interest in good cinematic quality (not only for a simple 1:1 conversion of the script) make me say: Ugine, you have now definitely won a regular customer. I am already thinking about a new film and I am very excited to work with you again soon.[…]»
From Customer’s Review
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The story about VIP escort service where a girl need do play dead. This movie let you be with characters in their private room and watch for secret roleplaying game between escort girl and her customer…](studio/images/vipfetishservicesceens-3b5.jpg "VIP FETISH SERVICE - VIP FETISH SERVICE
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«I have seen the film. Again and again and again. It's far from easy to summarise my opinion: I'll try anyway.
First of all, I was very impressed by the interpretation you gave of my story. I say \"interpretation\" deliberately, because not everything was obvious from my script. I knew other films of yours and expected exactly that \"plus of mainstream flavour\" to be added by you. You have masterfully realised the spirit of the story. In the film, I could recognise your experience in this field and your knowledge of some \"depths\" of the human psyche, so to speak […].
Needless to say, I was speechless how Mira played her role. It was far beyond my imagination – and this was a fantasy I have been thinking about for a long time […].
Finally, I would like to tell you that I consider your way of communicating with the customers as the added value of your production. Your transparency about the making of the film, about the different steps, your readiness to keep the customer up-to-date, and last but not least your interest in good cinematic quality (not only for a simple 1:1 conversion of the script) make me say: Ugine, you have now definitely won a regular customer. I am already thinking about a new film and I am very excited to work with you again soon.[…]»
From Customer’s Review
PLOT
The story about VIP escort service where a girl need do play dead. This movie let you be with characters in their private room and watch for secret roleplaying game between escort girl and her customer…")
![THE ELF AND BAD SANTA - THE ELF AND BAD SANTA
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CAST: Tatiana, Max, Annabelle
The theme of this story is that Tatiana is called to the office to be punished for naughty things she has done against Christmas. She is insolent and defiant, but wants to keep her job, so she admits to some sins, willing to take a little punishment, never thinking that Max the enforcer knows all the bad things she has done, or what her ultimate punishment is.
The enforcer begins to list her sins, and with each sin, gives her a punishment.
I will leave it to your creative genius to use as many offenses and punishments as you can, till we get closer to the climax.
Some transgressions she has committed: Misaddressing Christmas cards, hiding presents, badly wrapping presents, putting the wrong presents in the wrong packages, keeping toys for herself, not singing Christmas carols, using the wrong words in carols, not being happy with children on Santa’s lap, showing her cleavage to little boys, denying reindeer can fly—whatever you and your crew can think of.
Each offense is punished by progressive harder, sexier, more sadistic punishments, such as slapping her hand, spanking her bottom (hand and/or ruler), face slapping, stomach punch, breast slap, hair pull, whipping her bottom, face punch, choking (one or both hands).
It is IMPERATIVE that T’s elf take these punishments with amusement, surprise, and pleasure (mixed with pain), willingly submitting even while showing some resentment at the abuse. The harder they get, the more pleased surprise she shows—wide eyes, open mouth, with some pain but also delight.
As the list of sins goes on and on, however, and the punishments get harder, though, she beings to regret her willingness to accept them.
Two essential punishments for moderately severe offenses against Christmas:
One: T is forced to kneel on the ground and bend over at the waist, face shoved forward into the carpet, her bottom in the air. Her feet are tied together and her hands are tied behind her back. Her short dress is pulled up to expose her almost bare bottom, and she is paddled with something like a ping-pong paddle. She gasps and cries with pain and struggles, and cries insults at the enforcer, but doesn’t really try get away or stop him.
Two: T, still being insolent, runs and sits in the enforcer’s large, luxurious armchair, being impishly disobedient, having fun and mocking the enforcer’s seriousness, and what she regards as minor offenses.
T (sitting the chair like a queen): This could be mine! I could do your job! You think you can keep me in line? You hit like a girl! Sissy! Poor little boy, trying to be mean! Come her—at my feet!
M (slowly approaches the chair, and pulls up the ottoman so he can sit close to T): Little elf, I have not even begun to give you what you deserve. (Suddenly, punches her breast (close up) hard enough to bounce her off the back of the chair.)
T (Gasps and shrieks a little, but lies back, wide eyed, looking at M with astonishment): Wow!
M: You were saying? (Punches her other breast, just as hard (close up)).
T: Owww! (Eyes even wider, mouth open with utter surprise, both at what M is doing and at her enjoyment of it. She touches her breasts, then looks wantingly at M, and puts her hands back against the back of the chair, by her head, inviting more hits).
M (punches her breast even harder (close up).
T: Uhhhhh! (Head bouncing forward then back, then head leaning back, eyes almost closed, lips parted, in obvious pleasure. She stays in her previous position, exposed.)
M (laughs a little, then punches her other breast, again bouncing her off the chair back).
T: Oooph! (slumps in the chair, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being hit so erotically)
M (stands, grabs the front of T’s dress and pulls her up, into the middle of the room. She wobbles on her feet. M grabs her breasts and pulls her toward him, her head and arms flying behind her. He then spins in a tight circle, swing T by her breasts in front of him. After two circles (her eyes wide, gasping and crying), he flings her by her breasts across the room. She hits the floor and rolls under the Christmas tree. As she lies there still, M goes to his desk to see what else T must be punished for. She crawls timidly out from under the tree, unsure if she likes this game anymore.)
(T decides to try to seduce the enforcer, so she comes to him and tries to hug and caress him, rubbing her body against him, enticing him with her eyes, showing him her cleavage. He lets her do what she wants for a while, then shoves her away.)
After being rejected and shoved the floor, she continues to try to seduce him, by preening, stretching, raising her stockinged legs, spreading her legs, rolling about, showing off her body in various inviting poses. He ignores her at first, but finally exasperated, goes to the large armchair and sits. He pats his lap and says, “Come sit on my lap.â€
Tatiana (thinking she was won the battle): “On your lap? I’d love to.â€
Max: Yes. Come here. I want to beat you.
Tatiana (surprised, but liking the idea): You want to beat me?
Max: Yes, I want to beat you. You need to be beaten.
T (get up off the floor and sits on M’s lap, wraps her arm around him): You can beat me, but wouldn’t you rather do something else?
M (laughs and begins nuzzling and caressing T all over, quickly getting an excited response from her. He lets her hair down, and when she is breathing heavy, he stops caressing her. “Ready?â€
T: Yes! Yes! Ready for what?
M (takes her by the hair): This! (hit her hard twice in one breast with the side of his hand (the thumb side), like the edge of a knife or axe, knocking the wind out of T) [we must see these hits close up to know what’s happening]
T (responds to hits with even more excitement)
M (caresses her some more, then moves her around and hits her other breast on the nipple four times with the side of his hand; T jerks and gasps with each hit)
T (moaning with pleasure): Oh, my God!
M (to himself): Yes, you’ll meet him soon enough! (hits her breast twice more, as she gasps) You’ve been so bad, trying to seduce Father Christmas’s enforcer! How hard should I hit you for that?
T: As hard as you want!
M (hits her four more times in the breast)
T (gasps and twists with each hit, but doesn’t try to stop M or protect herself)
M (after a pause, hits her breast twice more): This is good. How many times should I hit you for this new offense?
T (breathless, knowing she will be hit again): As many times as I deserve!
M (shifts her around again and hits her other breast six times, fast and hard (close ups); T jerks and gasps with each hit).
T: Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
M: Naughty elf! You don’t deserve your elf costume! Take it off!
T (stand, strips off her dress, sits back on M’s lap): Yes, I’ve been so naughty!
M (holding her by the hair, still using the edge of his hand, hit each of T’s breasts several times)
T: Beat me! Hurt me!
M: You want to be hurt? Take off your bra!
T (eagerly takes off bra and throws it away)
M (grabs one breast and holds it tightly (close up) while, using his palm now, slams his hand into each breast (close up) half a dozen times (fully shot to show holding her by the breast while hitting her, her arms spread wide, defenseless); T is becoming delirious with joyful/pain).
M (shoves her off his lap and onto the floor): On your knees! Hands behind you! Head back! Lean back!
T (crawls to the middle of the rug on the floor and does as instructed)
M (kneels on the floor in front of T and punches her in each breast a number of times with his fist; T responds with little shrieks. M hits her again, very hard, sprawling her on her floor, face down. He slips his hand under her, grabs her breast and pulls her by her breast onto her back (close up of this action). She lies, arms spread wide, breathing hard. He straddles her, grabs her breasts, and pulls her up till she is bent at the waist. She hangs by her breasts in his hands, arms limp, head hanging back.)
M: You think you were going to get away with all your sins? (Shakes T up and down) Did you? (shakes her up and down more, pushing and pulling her by her breasts; view sides and from above as he does) Did you think you could seduce me and escape your punishment? (shakes her) Did you?
T (finally trying to remove his hands, without success): No, no! I didn’t mean anything! I know I deserve what’s happening!
M (shoves her to the floor and sits again at his desk, consulting his papers): That beating was just for trying to avoid being disciplined for your worst sins against Christmas. Do you understand that?
T (Still on the floor): Yes. I’m sorry. I won’t do that again! I promise! I’ll take what’s coming to me.
M: You certainly will. (Consults papers) I’m coming to the end of the list, and I see here, you have two of the worst possible sins. The second worst sin is, you have told children that Father Christmas doesn’t exist!
T: But—but—I’ve never seen him! I might be working all day for someone’s imagination!
M: And you compound the sin to me! Stand up! By the fire, face me and take your punishment!
T (stands, feet together, in front of the fire)
M: Deny Father Christmas, will you? (slaps her face hard, a dozen times)
T (astonished, after the last slap): Show him to me!
M: You’re just making it worse for yourself! (slaps her breasts a dozen times)
T (crying): I’ve done nothing wrong! He’s not real!
M: Hands behind your head!
T (clasps hands behind her head, staring at M, knowing she is going to be hit): Do it!
M (punches T hard in left breast four times (close up!)
T (at fourth hit, staggers backward)
M: What are you doing? I’m not done!
T (resumes her position, hands behind her head)
M (punches each breast several times on the nipple, and sideways (close ups), total six hits)
T (doubles over, hands over her chest)
M: Stand up! You’re not finished!
T (resumes position, hands behind her head)
M: Father Christmas does exist! (punches each breast three times, hard than ever, finishes with one more vicious breast punch that sends T to the floor; she lies on her side, arms stretched above her head)
M: Some elf you were! (Kicks her in the breasts, rolling her across the floor several times, then returns to desk)
T (slowly recovers, gathering her clothes (bra, dress, gloves, cap)as M returns to his desk; as he checks off items, she starts to stumble toward the door)
M: Wait! There’s just one more thing.
T (actually frightened now): I haven’t done anything else!
M: Yes, you have. (Leaves desk and pulls T by her hair back into the room, to the large chair. He pulls the ottoman into the middle of room while still holding T).
M (holding T by the hair) You’ve told children THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS CHRISTMAS!!! That is an offense worthy of death!
T: Nooooo!
M (sits on ottoman, pulling T down backward so she is lying across his legs, on her back)
M: There is no greater offense, and no greater punishment! (Wraps a red stocking around T’s neck and tightens it. As T struggles against the beginning of the strangulation): Choose between being beaten to death (punches her breast on the nipple) or being strangled! (tightens stocking)
T (Speechless, terrified)
(For the next several minutes, T alternately tries to stop the strangulation and stop the beating. When her hands try to pull the stocking away, M punches her breasts until T tries to protect her breasts with her hands. When she tries to protect herself, he tightens the stocking a little more, edging her closer to asphyxiation. This process repeats itself 3-4 times (distance shots and close ups). Finally, T realizes she being strangled and death is near, so she stops trying to protect her breasts. She claws at the stocking while M repeated punches each breast, harder and harder, trying to distract her; T lets him hit her, because she’s just trying to survive. But it’s too late. Slowly, even as M continues to hit her, her arms fall back behind her head. M cinches the stocking down and punches her breasts until T shows no signs of life, and hangs limply across his lap. He lifts her head by the stocking and shakes it, then pulls it back down and punches her breasts several more times (clearly seen). Finally, he rolls her off his lap onto the floor, and kicks her onto her back.)
M (kneels and straddles her, grabs her breasts and pulls her up into a sitting position; she hangs by her breasts, dead, in his hands (mandatory: (1) side view, (2) close up, (3) camera moving from behind T, seeing her face, up and over her to look down on her breasts in M’s hands) and (4) view from high up above): Naughty, naughty elf! Father Christmas is the nicest old man in the world, and there’s no place for tarts like you, who question his existence and ruin children’s dreams! (Drops her, stands and stomps on each breast several times hard enough to bounce her off the floor, saying “Bad elf!†with each stomp).
M (returns to desk, consults papers): So much to do, so much to do! (He works for a while, until his eyes stray and he sees a boy’s toy still unwrapped—a toy pistol that shoots rubber suction cup darts [e.g. by the Dreidel Company Detective Set, less than USD $10 on Amazon]. He looks at T’s body, and has an idea.
He props T’s body up against a wall (using whatever means you like to keep her upright), then takes some women’s lipsticks and draws round targets on her breasts, with her nipples as the bullseyes, then amuses himself for a while shooting the suction cup darts against her breasts (2x the 10-11 darts). She stands passively, restrained up against the wall, head to one side, eyes open, lips slightly parted, as the darts hit her breasts and nipples (close ups), though they simply indent her breasts but don’t stick. He enjoys this at first, but quickly tires of it. He looks at T, looks around the room, and decides it needs more decoration. He ties her hands behind her back and her arms to each other (she is limp, so he has to continually manhandle her, pushing her up against a wall and holding her there alternately by her neck, her hair, and just one breast), and then ties her feet together and, ties her thighs together, then wraps her body in a string of lighted Christmas lights (including wrapping some tightly around her breasts), puts her red stocking cap on her head, and hangs her by the neck from the ceiling. )
M (pours himself a drink and works at his desk as T dangles in the background): So much to do! So much to do!
(The clock ticks by the hours, till it is near midnight. M finally lowers T and takes off all the lights and wrappings. He then makes out a label: “Return to workshop. Defective elf merchandise.†He then pulls out a large cardboard box and stuffs T into it, then stuffs packing papers around her, seals it up, put on the label and has it carted off by more helpers.
M (back at his desk): So much to do, so much to do!
(There’s a knock at his door, and another beautiful, sexily clad elf comes in and says): “Is this where I come to be punished for my sins?â€
Max winks at the camera.](studio/images/theelfbadsantascreens-491.jpg "THE ELF AND BAD SANTA - THE ELF AND BAD SANTA
CUSTOM
CAST: Tatiana, Max, Annabelle
The theme of this story is that Tatiana is called to the office to be punished for naughty things she has done against Christmas. She is insolent and defiant, but wants to keep her job, so she admits to some sins, willing to take a little punishment, never thinking that Max the enforcer knows all the bad things she has done, or what her ultimate punishment is.
The enforcer begins to list her sins, and with each sin, gives her a punishment.
I will leave it to your creative genius to use as many offenses and punishments as you can, till we get closer to the climax.
Some transgressions she has committed: Misaddressing Christmas cards, hiding presents, badly wrapping presents, putting the wrong presents in the wrong packages, keeping toys for herself, not singing Christmas carols, using the wrong words in carols, not being happy with children on Santa’s lap, showing her cleavage to little boys, denying reindeer can fly—whatever you and your crew can think of.
Each offense is punished by progressive harder, sexier, more sadistic punishments, such as slapping her hand, spanking her bottom (hand and/or ruler), face slapping, stomach punch, breast slap, hair pull, whipping her bottom, face punch, choking (one or both hands).
It is IMPERATIVE that T’s elf take these punishments with amusement, surprise, and pleasure (mixed with pain), willingly submitting even while showing some resentment at the abuse. The harder they get, the more pleased surprise she shows—wide eyes, open mouth, with some pain but also delight.
As the list of sins goes on and on, however, and the punishments get harder, though, she beings to regret her willingness to accept them.
Two essential punishments for moderately severe offenses against Christmas:
One: T is forced to kneel on the ground and bend over at the waist, face shoved forward into the carpet, her bottom in the air. Her feet are tied together and her hands are tied behind her back. Her short dress is pulled up to expose her almost bare bottom, and she is paddled with something like a ping-pong paddle. She gasps and cries with pain and struggles, and cries insults at the enforcer, but doesn’t really try get away or stop him.
Two: T, still being insolent, runs and sits in the enforcer’s large, luxurious armchair, being impishly disobedient, having fun and mocking the enforcer’s seriousness, and what she regards as minor offenses.
T (sitting the chair like a queen): This could be mine! I could do your job! You think you can keep me in line? You hit like a girl! Sissy! Poor little boy, trying to be mean! Come her—at my feet!
M (slowly approaches the chair, and pulls up the ottoman so he can sit close to T): Little elf, I have not even begun to give you what you deserve. (Suddenly, punches her breast (close up) hard enough to bounce her off the back of the chair.)
T (Gasps and shrieks a little, but lies back, wide eyed, looking at M with astonishment): Wow!
M: You were saying? (Punches her other breast, just as hard (close up)).
T: Owww! (Eyes even wider, mouth open with utter surprise, both at what M is doing and at her enjoyment of it. She touches her breasts, then looks wantingly at M, and puts her hands back against the back of the chair, by her head, inviting more hits).
M (punches her breast even harder (close up).
T: Uhhhhh! (Head bouncing forward then back, then head leaning back, eyes almost closed, lips parted, in obvious pleasure. She stays in her previous position, exposed.)
M (laughs a little, then punches her other breast, again bouncing her off the chair back).
T: Oooph! (slumps in the chair, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being hit so erotically)
M (stands, grabs the front of T’s dress and pulls her up, into the middle of the room. She wobbles on her feet. M grabs her breasts and pulls her toward him, her head and arms flying behind her. He then spins in a tight circle, swing T by her breasts in front of him. After two circles (her eyes wide, gasping and crying), he flings her by her breasts across the room. She hits the floor and rolls under the Christmas tree. As she lies there still, M goes to his desk to see what else T must be punished for. She crawls timidly out from under the tree, unsure if she likes this game anymore.)
(T decides to try to seduce the enforcer, so she comes to him and tries to hug and caress him, rubbing her body against him, enticing him with her eyes, showing him her cleavage. He lets her do what she wants for a while, then shoves her away.)
After being rejected and shoved the floor, she continues to try to seduce him, by preening, stretching, raising her stockinged legs, spreading her legs, rolling about, showing off her body in various inviting poses. He ignores her at first, but finally exasperated, goes to the large armchair and sits. He pats his lap and says, “Come sit on my lap.â€
Tatiana (thinking she was won the battle): “On your lap? I’d love to.â€
Max: Yes. Come here. I want to beat you.
Tatiana (surprised, but liking the idea): You want to beat me?
Max: Yes, I want to beat you. You need to be beaten.
T (get up off the floor and sits on M’s lap, wraps her arm around him): You can beat me, but wouldn’t you rather do something else?
M (laughs and begins nuzzling and caressing T all over, quickly getting an excited response from her. He lets her hair down, and when she is breathing heavy, he stops caressing her. “Ready?â€
T: Yes! Yes! Ready for what?
M (takes her by the hair): This! (hit her hard twice in one breast with the side of his hand (the thumb side), like the edge of a knife or axe, knocking the wind out of T) [we must see these hits close up to know what’s happening]
T (responds to hits with even more excitement)
M (caresses her some more, then moves her around and hits her other breast on the nipple four times with the side of his hand; T jerks and gasps with each hit)
T (moaning with pleasure): Oh, my God!
M (to himself): Yes, you’ll meet him soon enough! (hits her breast twice more, as she gasps) You’ve been so bad, trying to seduce Father Christmas’s enforcer! How hard should I hit you for that?
T: As hard as you want!
M (hits her four more times in the breast)
T (gasps and twists with each hit, but doesn’t try to stop M or protect herself)
M (after a pause, hits her breast twice more): This is good. How many times should I hit you for this new offense?
T (breathless, knowing she will be hit again): As many times as I deserve!
M (shifts her around again and hits her other breast six times, fast and hard (close ups); T jerks and gasps with each hit).
T: Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
M: Naughty elf! You don’t deserve your elf costume! Take it off!
T (stand, strips off her dress, sits back on M’s lap): Yes, I’ve been so naughty!
M (holding her by the hair, still using the edge of his hand, hit each of T’s breasts several times)
T: Beat me! Hurt me!
M: You want to be hurt? Take off your bra!
T (eagerly takes off bra and throws it away)
M (grabs one breast and holds it tightly (close up) while, using his palm now, slams his hand into each breast (close up) half a dozen times (fully shot to show holding her by the breast while hitting her, her arms spread wide, defenseless); T is becoming delirious with joyful/pain).
M (shoves her off his lap and onto the floor): On your knees! Hands behind you! Head back! Lean back!
T (crawls to the middle of the rug on the floor and does as instructed)
M (kneels on the floor in front of T and punches her in each breast a number of times with his fist; T responds with little shrieks. M hits her again, very hard, sprawling her on her floor, face down. He slips his hand under her, grabs her breast and pulls her by her breast onto her back (close up of this action). She lies, arms spread wide, breathing hard. He straddles her, grabs her breasts, and pulls her up till she is bent at the waist. She hangs by her breasts in his hands, arms limp, head hanging back.)
M: You think you were going to get away with all your sins? (Shakes T up and down) Did you? (shakes her up and down more, pushing and pulling her by her breasts; view sides and from above as he does) Did you think you could seduce me and escape your punishment? (shakes her) Did you?
T (finally trying to remove his hands, without success): No, no! I didn’t mean anything! I know I deserve what’s happening!
M (shoves her to the floor and sits again at his desk, consulting his papers): That beating was just for trying to avoid being disciplined for your worst sins against Christmas. Do you understand that?
T (Still on the floor): Yes. I’m sorry. I won’t do that again! I promise! I’ll take what’s coming to me.
M: You certainly will. (Consults papers) I’m coming to the end of the list, and I see here, you have two of the worst possible sins. The second worst sin is, you have told children that Father Christmas doesn’t exist!
T: But—but—I’ve never seen him! I might be working all day for someone’s imagination!
M: And you compound the sin to me! Stand up! By the fire, face me and take your punishment!
T (stands, feet together, in front of the fire)
M: Deny Father Christmas, will you? (slaps her face hard, a dozen times)
T (astonished, after the last slap): Show him to me!
M: You’re just making it worse for yourself! (slaps her breasts a dozen times)
T (crying): I’ve done nothing wrong! He’s not real!
M: Hands behind your head!
T (clasps hands behind her head, staring at M, knowing she is going to be hit): Do it!
M (punches T hard in left breast four times (close up!)
T (at fourth hit, staggers backward)
M: What are you doing? I’m not done!
T (resumes her position, hands behind her head)
M (punches each breast several times on the nipple, and sideways (close ups), total six hits)
T (doubles over, hands over her chest)
M: Stand up! You’re not finished!
T (resumes position, hands behind her head)
M: Father Christmas does exist! (punches each breast three times, hard than ever, finishes with one more vicious breast punch that sends T to the floor; she lies on her side, arms stretched above her head)
M: Some elf you were! (Kicks her in the breasts, rolling her across the floor several times, then returns to desk)
T (slowly recovers, gathering her clothes (bra, dress, gloves, cap)as M returns to his desk; as he checks off items, she starts to stumble toward the door)
M: Wait! There’s just one more thing.
T (actually frightened now): I haven’t done anything else!
M: Yes, you have. (Leaves desk and pulls T by her hair back into the room, to the large chair. He pulls the ottoman into the middle of room while still holding T).
M (holding T by the hair) You’ve told children THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS CHRISTMAS!!! That is an offense worthy of death!
T: Nooooo!
M (sits on ottoman, pulling T down backward so she is lying across his legs, on her back)
M: There is no greater offense, and no greater punishment! (Wraps a red stocking around T’s neck and tightens it. As T struggles against the beginning of the strangulation): Choose between being beaten to death (punches her breast on the nipple) or being strangled! (tightens stocking)
T (Speechless, terrified)
(For the next several minutes, T alternately tries to stop the strangulation and stop the beating. When her hands try to pull the stocking away, M punches her breasts until T tries to protect her breasts with her hands. When she tries to protect herself, he tightens the stocking a little more, edging her closer to asphyxiation. This process repeats itself 3-4 times (distance shots and close ups). Finally, T realizes she being strangled and death is near, so she stops trying to protect her breasts. She claws at the stocking while M repeated punches each breast, harder and harder, trying to distract her; T lets him hit her, because she’s just trying to survive. But it’s too late. Slowly, even as M continues to hit her, her arms fall back behind her head. M cinches the stocking down and punches her breasts until T shows no signs of life, and hangs limply across his lap. He lifts her head by the stocking and shakes it, then pulls it back down and punches her breasts several more times (clearly seen). Finally, he rolls her off his lap onto the floor, and kicks her onto her back.)
M (kneels and straddles her, grabs her breasts and pulls her up into a sitting position; she hangs by her breasts, dead, in his hands (mandatory: (1) side view, (2) close up, (3) camera moving from behind T, seeing her face, up and over her to look down on her breasts in M’s hands) and (4) view from high up above): Naughty, naughty elf! Father Christmas is the nicest old man in the world, and there’s no place for tarts like you, who question his existence and ruin children’s dreams! (Drops her, stands and stomps on each breast several times hard enough to bounce her off the floor, saying “Bad elf!†with each stomp).
M (returns to desk, consults papers): So much to do, so much to do! (He works for a while, until his eyes stray and he sees a boy’s toy still unwrapped—a toy pistol that shoots rubber suction cup darts [e.g. by the Dreidel Company Detective Set, less than USD $10 on Amazon]. He looks at T’s body, and has an idea.
He props T’s body up against a wall (using whatever means you like to keep her upright), then takes some women’s lipsticks and draws round targets on her breasts, with her nipples as the bullseyes, then amuses himself for a while shooting the suction cup darts against her breasts (2x the 10-11 darts). She stands passively, restrained up against the wall, head to one side, eyes open, lips slightly parted, as the darts hit her breasts and nipples (close ups), though they simply indent her breasts but don’t stick. He enjoys this at first, but quickly tires of it. He looks at T, looks around the room, and decides it needs more decoration. He ties her hands behind her back and her arms to each other (she is limp, so he has to continually manhandle her, pushing her up against a wall and holding her there alternately by her neck, her hair, and just one breast), and then ties her feet together and, ties her thighs together, then wraps her body in a string of lighted Christmas lights (including wrapping some tightly around her breasts), puts her red stocking cap on her head, and hangs her by the neck from the ceiling. )
M (pours himself a drink and works at his desk as T dangles in the background): So much to do! So much to do!
(The clock ticks by the hours, till it is near midnight. M finally lowers T and takes off all the lights and wrappings. He then makes out a label: “Return to workshop. Defective elf merchandise.†He then pulls out a large cardboard box and stuffs T into it, then stuffs packing papers around her, seals it up, put on the label and has it carted off by more helpers.
M (back at his desk): So much to do, so much to do!
(There’s a knock at his door, and another beautiful, sexily clad elf comes in and says): “Is this where I come to be punished for my sins?â€
Max winks at the camera.")
![JULIANAS AUDITION - JULIANA’S AUDITION
CUSTOM
Starring: Annabelle, Juliana
Juliana and Annabelle are friends. Juliana knows about Annabelle’s death fetish work and, in the middle of the pandemic, with work hard to find, she has asked Annabelle if she could make some extra money doing it. Annabelle is happy to put her forward and has explained Juliana will have to do an interview on CAM for her ‘Crime House/Dark Room’ sponsors, a Russian fetish film produce – including acting out a few murder scenes. This is the story of Juliana’s CHDR audition.
She is interviewed in Annabelle’s living room. Annabelle explains she has been on CHDR for nealry six months now, and it is a lot of fun and good money. She asks Juliana what she feels about acting out death scenes, and Juliana admits she hasn’t done this type of work before, but she’s willing to give it a try.
Annabelle is confident Juliana will be fine and explains that they will have to do three auditions, mainly in the bedroom – which is connected by hidden cameras to the CHDR sponsors. The sponsors decide on the scenarios and if Juliana is suitable to join the CHDR team. Annabelle explains that the clients like to see dramatic and sexy death scenes – with a decent fight to try and survive and a lot of pleading for mercy, fear and panic during the murder scene. Juliana is enthusiastic. She says she knows Annabelle well and it will be fun to get up close and personal with her friend. They hug, making it clear there is an attraction between them.
The next scene is in the bedroom. Juliana is sitting on the bed while Annabelle is looking at her phone. She tells Juliana that for the first audition, the client wants Juliana to play a bit of a slut. She has picked up Annabelle in a bar and brought her back to her apartment for some sexy fun. Unfortunately for Juliana, Annabelle is a serial killer who has been strangling tarty MILFs in Moscow. Once Annabelle springs her trap on a nude Juliana, Juliana will plead for mercy, but Annabelle will strangle her with her bare hands. Juliana should struggle furiously. But she will not be strong enough to escape and slowly weaken and die.
Juliana says that sounds easy enough. She smiles and gets up to hug and begin undressing Annabelle. Annabelle responds and undresses Juliana easing her back onto the bed. They kiss and cuddle for a while.
Annabelle asks Juliana “Aren’t you worried about the strangler who has been murdering girls in our city?”
Juliana laughs, “That’s why I picked you up – I’m not taking any risks with guys at the moment.”
Suddenly Annabelle pins Juliana’s hands down and says “You’re a fool. Why do you assume the strangler’s a man? I’m going to enjoy proving to you what a big mistake you made…”
Juliana thinks Annabelle’s joking and says, “Stop it darling, that’s not funny.” She tries to kiss Annabelle, but Annabelle pulls her hair back and pretends to slap her and twist her nipples. Juliana screams in pain and begs Annabelle to stop. She now realises Annabelle is the strangler and she begs her to let her go.
Annabelle stops torturing Juliana briefly and they hug each other affectionately. She says, “Maybe I will let you go.” For a moment Juliana looks hopeful…Annabelle kisses her tenderly…but then sits up on her belly and strokes Juliana’s hair, slowly moving her hands down towards her throat “I’m going to let you go….to hell.” She barks the last two works aggressively. And with that she begins to strangle Juliana.
Juliana’s eyes widen in shock and fear and she struggles desperately to break Annabelle’s grip and unbalance her. But Annabelle is too strong. Juliana fights frantically, but then begins to weaken and spasm almost orgasmically, before slowly slipping away and dying.
Annabelle kisses Juliana on the forehead, says ‘cut’, and Juliana opens her eyes and they both laugh and hug each other affectionately.
Annabelle goes to her phone and tells Juliana the sponsors really liked her first scene. Juliana said she found it fun too – but hopes maybe in the next scene she can play the killer instead of the victim.
Juliana comes over and they look at the phone.
Annabelle smiles “Well you are going to get your wish...have a look at the script for the next scene…’virus madness’, it’s a really funny one. I did it once as the killer, but this time you get to murder me”.
Juliana reads the script from the phone and laughs. She hugs Annabelle again and gives her a little squeeze “Ooh – I’m going to enjoy my revenge.”
They go back on the bed, clearly as lovers. Juliana gets on top. She is pretending to be playful. “You know there is something you can do for me – but it will work much better if I restrain you a little.”
Annabelle is happy “You know I’d do anything, and I love a little bit of bondage play. Restrain me whatever way you want”. [Juliana positions Annabelle on her back and then ties one of her hands to the bedpost on the corner of the bed. Annabelle offers her other hand…]
J: Darling – both arms would be unfair. You deserve a chance – I owe you that.
A: What have you got in mind? You know I love both pleasure and pain. [she is laughing]
J: [Juliana turns serious] Did you see the article in the paper about that new extreme cure they’re testing for the virus? It’s hard to believe, but the Chief Medical Officer thinks the act of murdering someone you love can give you complete resistance from the infection.
A: [Annabelle looks confused] That’s complete nonsense. How can anyone believe something like that? And even if it was true…what a shocking thought – to have to murder your lover!
J: You know they are offering €10,000 to people prepared to test this, and immunity from any prosecution too. I’m really sorry, darling, but I decided to sign up.
A: [Annabelle tries to sit up, but Juliana pushes her back down and pins her free hand on the bed]. This is crazy. What are you telling me – that you’re going to kill me? I don’t like this game – just let me go. [She struggles a bit more but Juliana holds her down].
[Annabelle begs and pleads for a bit longer. But eventually Juliana begins to strangle her with both hands around her throat. Annabelle fights strongly with her free hand and tries to use her body to throw Juliana off. She kicks out with legs and tries to pull her knees forward. But Juliana resists everything. As Annabelle weakens, she begs again for mercy. She tries to loosen the hands around her throat; then she tries to push Juliana off. But Juliana just pushes her back down on the bed and tightens her grip. Finally, Annabelle begins to spasm and then her struggles become gentler and she tenses then relaxes and slowly closes her eyes.]
Juliana is happy and kisses Annabelle who opens her eyes. Now they are both relaxing after expending a lot of energy in the two scenes.
Annabelle looks at her phone again and laughs. “This is a little bit different”, she says. “For your third audition, they want us back in the living room in a wrestling ‘fight to the death’. They say they don’t mind which of us wins, but we should pretend we are wrestling for a big cash prize. The winner is the one who chokes out the other, and we should make it as realistic as we can.”
Juliana is also excited by the task. “I sometimes wonder what it would be like to wrestle with you,” she jokes. “Maybe I’ll surprise you with my speed and strength”.
Annabelle hugs Juliana gently and then tightens into a pretend bear hug. “No chance, my darling – I’m pretty confident.”
They reassemble in the living room with a small open area acting like a ring. They circle each other warily for a moment.
Juliana is already anxious about their relative strengths and so she charges Annabelle attempting to catch her before she is fully ready. Unfortunately for her, though, Annabelle alertly side steps the charge and elbows Juliana on the side of her back as she misses her. Juliana groans, but quickly turns back to face Annabelle who is now on her feet and highly mobile clearly waiting for the opportunity to pounce.
They smack their bodies into each other – Annabelle grinding her thighs against Juliana’s pussy. Their tits pancake against each other and Annabelle bearhugs Juliana, trying to squeeze the breath out of her. Juliana strains to get one arm free of the hug and tugs vigorously on Annabelle’s hair from behind – for the first time causing her some pain. Annabelle breaks the hug and grabs Juliana’s tits – squeezing until she lets go of her hair to push her back.
They are now circling each other in real earnest recognition that this fight is for real – but at the same time, still hot from the sensuality between them and the sexual tension integral to the struggle.
They lock up, smacking together and grabbing each other’s hair – stumbling around the room pulling each other off balance and bending their heads back and forwards wildly. They clinch again, the sweat now coming out of each of their bodies mingling. They are each trying to wrap their legs round the other, seeking to unbalance them and get them on the floor. Soon, with a loud thud, they are both down – rolling, thrashing, punching and trying to kick out against each other.
Annabelle again gets Juliana in a bear hug with their legs entwined and they roll across the floor before Annabelle comes to rest on top of Juliana, squeezing her tits hard again.
Juliana is now tiring and in real difficulty. She is moaning but she also knows she is sexually aroused, and this is distracting her from her resistance.
Juliana tries to go for Annabelle’s hair again, but the orgasm is enveloping her, and Annabelle continues to pound her with punches and to rub her pussy harder against her. Now Annabelle is aroused herself and, both exhausted, slumps with all her body weight on top of Juliana – pinning first one arm and then the other on the floor beside her.
Through their moans, Annabelle gasps, “Time to finish this darling – I’m so sorry but you knew the deal”. And before Juliana can respond, her hands go around Juliana’s throat and Juliana instinctively knows that she is going to lose and this is going to be her final struggle.
Juliana pushes up with her body attempting to throw Annabelle off her. She grabs her wrists to try and break the stranglehold. She prises at her fingers and thumbs. She punches her shoulders even trying to grip her friend’s throat. She kicks out, seeking to bring her legs into a position to lever Annabelle off. But nothing is working.
Juliana now knows she has to act as if she is going to die. She pleads for mercy in a choking voice and throws her head from side to side trying to find a position where she can breathe. Her struggles are becoming weaker and more random. Her tongue is protruding, and she is beginning to drool. She is looking straight into Annabelle’s eyes, seeking any sign that she might relent and let her escape. But she sees no mercy. She knows for certain now she is not going to let her go.
‘Almost over, honey,’ Annabelle is triumphant. Juliana’s moans get louder and then softer. At the end, Annabelle returns to her friends lips for a last gentle farewell. Juliana’s attempts to escape Annabelle’s grip slowly subside, her body spasms, her eyes close, and then finally she relaxes and is still.
Annabelle finishes the kiss, and Juliana wakes up. They both laugh and cuddle lovingly.
Annabelle picks up the phone and shows Juliana. They are both smiling. Annabelle says to Juliana “The sponsors like you a lot – and of course so do I. Welcome to our team….”
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CUSTOM
Starring: Annabelle, Juliana
Juliana and Annabelle are friends. Juliana knows about Annabelle’s death fetish work and, in the middle of the pandemic, with work hard to find, she has asked Annabelle if she could make some extra money doing it. Annabelle is happy to put her forward and has explained Juliana will have to do an interview on CAM for her ‘Crime House/Dark Room’ sponsors, a Russian fetish film produce – including acting out a few murder scenes. This is the story of Juliana’s CHDR audition.
She is interviewed in Annabelle’s living room. Annabelle explains she has been on CHDR for nealry six months now, and it is a lot of fun and good money. She asks Juliana what she feels about acting out death scenes, and Juliana admits she hasn’t done this type of work before, but she’s willing to give it a try.
Annabelle is confident Juliana will be fine and explains that they will have to do three auditions, mainly in the bedroom – which is connected by hidden cameras to the CHDR sponsors. The sponsors decide on the scenarios and if Juliana is suitable to join the CHDR team. Annabelle explains that the clients like to see dramatic and sexy death scenes – with a decent fight to try and survive and a lot of pleading for mercy, fear and panic during the murder scene. Juliana is enthusiastic. She says she knows Annabelle well and it will be fun to get up close and personal with her friend. They hug, making it clear there is an attraction between them.
The next scene is in the bedroom. Juliana is sitting on the bed while Annabelle is looking at her phone. She tells Juliana that for the first audition, the client wants Juliana to play a bit of a slut. She has picked up Annabelle in a bar and brought her back to her apartment for some sexy fun. Unfortunately for Juliana, Annabelle is a serial killer who has been strangling tarty MILFs in Moscow. Once Annabelle springs her trap on a nude Juliana, Juliana will plead for mercy, but Annabelle will strangle her with her bare hands. Juliana should struggle furiously. But she will not be strong enough to escape and slowly weaken and die.
Juliana says that sounds easy enough. She smiles and gets up to hug and begin undressing Annabelle. Annabelle responds and undresses Juliana easing her back onto the bed. They kiss and cuddle for a while.
Annabelle asks Juliana “Aren’t you worried about the strangler who has been murdering girls in our city?”
Juliana laughs, “That’s why I picked you up – I’m not taking any risks with guys at the moment.”
Suddenly Annabelle pins Juliana’s hands down and says “You’re a fool. Why do you assume the strangler’s a man? I’m going to enjoy proving to you what a big mistake you made…”
Juliana thinks Annabelle’s joking and says, “Stop it darling, that’s not funny.” She tries to kiss Annabelle, but Annabelle pulls her hair back and pretends to slap her and twist her nipples. Juliana screams in pain and begs Annabelle to stop. She now realises Annabelle is the strangler and she begs her to let her go.
Annabelle stops torturing Juliana briefly and they hug each other affectionately. She says, “Maybe I will let you go.” For a moment Juliana looks hopeful…Annabelle kisses her tenderly…but then sits up on her belly and strokes Juliana’s hair, slowly moving her hands down towards her throat “I’m going to let you go….to hell.” She barks the last two works aggressively. And with that she begins to strangle Juliana.
Juliana’s eyes widen in shock and fear and she struggles desperately to break Annabelle’s grip and unbalance her. But Annabelle is too strong. Juliana fights frantically, but then begins to weaken and spasm almost orgasmically, before slowly slipping away and dying.
Annabelle kisses Juliana on the forehead, says ‘cut’, and Juliana opens her eyes and they both laugh and hug each other affectionately.
Annabelle goes to her phone and tells Juliana the sponsors really liked her first scene. Juliana said she found it fun too – but hopes maybe in the next scene she can play the killer instead of the victim.
Juliana comes over and they look at the phone.
Annabelle smiles “Well you are going to get your wish...have a look at the script for the next scene…’virus madness’, it’s a really funny one. I did it once as the killer, but this time you get to murder me”.
Juliana reads the script from the phone and laughs. She hugs Annabelle again and gives her a little squeeze “Ooh – I’m going to enjoy my revenge.”
They go back on the bed, clearly as lovers. Juliana gets on top. She is pretending to be playful. “You know there is something you can do for me – but it will work much better if I restrain you a little.”
Annabelle is happy “You know I’d do anything, and I love a little bit of bondage play. Restrain me whatever way you want”. [Juliana positions Annabelle on her back and then ties one of her hands to the bedpost on the corner of the bed. Annabelle offers her other hand…]
J: Darling – both arms would be unfair. You deserve a chance – I owe you that.
A: What have you got in mind? You know I love both pleasure and pain. [she is laughing]
J: [Juliana turns serious] Did you see the article in the paper about that new extreme cure they’re testing for the virus? It’s hard to believe, but the Chief Medical Officer thinks the act of murdering someone you love can give you complete resistance from the infection.
A: [Annabelle looks confused] That’s complete nonsense. How can anyone believe something like that? And even if it was true…what a shocking thought – to have to murder your lover!
J: You know they are offering €10,000 to people prepared to test this, and immunity from any prosecution too. I’m really sorry, darling, but I decided to sign up.
A: [Annabelle tries to sit up, but Juliana pushes her back down and pins her free hand on the bed]. This is crazy. What are you telling me – that you’re going to kill me? I don’t like this game – just let me go. [She struggles a bit more but Juliana holds her down].
[Annabelle begs and pleads for a bit longer. But eventually Juliana begins to strangle her with both hands around her throat. Annabelle fights strongly with her free hand and tries to use her body to throw Juliana off. She kicks out with legs and tries to pull her knees forward. But Juliana resists everything. As Annabelle weakens, she begs again for mercy. She tries to loosen the hands around her throat; then she tries to push Juliana off. But Juliana just pushes her back down on the bed and tightens her grip. Finally, Annabelle begins to spasm and then her struggles become gentler and she tenses then relaxes and slowly closes her eyes.]
Juliana is happy and kisses Annabelle who opens her eyes. Now they are both relaxing after expending a lot of energy in the two scenes.
Annabelle looks at her phone again and laughs. “This is a little bit different”, she says. “For your third audition, they want us back in the living room in a wrestling ‘fight to the death’. They say they don’t mind which of us wins, but we should pretend we are wrestling for a big cash prize. The winner is the one who chokes out the other, and we should make it as realistic as we can.”
Juliana is also excited by the task. “I sometimes wonder what it would be like to wrestle with you,” she jokes. “Maybe I’ll surprise you with my speed and strength”.
Annabelle hugs Juliana gently and then tightens into a pretend bear hug. “No chance, my darling – I’m pretty confident.”
They reassemble in the living room with a small open area acting like a ring. They circle each other warily for a moment.
Juliana is already anxious about their relative strengths and so she charges Annabelle attempting to catch her before she is fully ready. Unfortunately for her, though, Annabelle alertly side steps the charge and elbows Juliana on the side of her back as she misses her. Juliana groans, but quickly turns back to face Annabelle who is now on her feet and highly mobile clearly waiting for the opportunity to pounce.
They smack their bodies into each other – Annabelle grinding her thighs against Juliana’s pussy. Their tits pancake against each other and Annabelle bearhugs Juliana, trying to squeeze the breath out of her. Juliana strains to get one arm free of the hug and tugs vigorously on Annabelle’s hair from behind – for the first time causing her some pain. Annabelle breaks the hug and grabs Juliana’s tits – squeezing until she lets go of her hair to push her back.
They are now circling each other in real earnest recognition that this fight is for real – but at the same time, still hot from the sensuality between them and the sexual tension integral to the struggle.
They lock up, smacking together and grabbing each other’s hair – stumbling around the room pulling each other off balance and bending their heads back and forwards wildly. They clinch again, the sweat now coming out of each of their bodies mingling. They are each trying to wrap their legs round the other, seeking to unbalance them and get them on the floor. Soon, with a loud thud, they are both down – rolling, thrashing, punching and trying to kick out against each other.
Annabelle again gets Juliana in a bear hug with their legs entwined and they roll across the floor before Annabelle comes to rest on top of Juliana, squeezing her tits hard again.
Juliana is now tiring and in real difficulty. She is moaning but she also knows she is sexually aroused, and this is distracting her from her resistance.
Juliana tries to go for Annabelle’s hair again, but the orgasm is enveloping her, and Annabelle continues to pound her with punches and to rub her pussy harder against her. Now Annabelle is aroused herself and, both exhausted, slumps with all her body weight on top of Juliana – pinning first one arm and then the other on the floor beside her.
Through their moans, Annabelle gasps, “Time to finish this darling – I’m so sorry but you knew the deal”. And before Juliana can respond, her hands go around Juliana’s throat and Juliana instinctively knows that she is going to lose and this is going to be her final struggle.
Juliana pushes up with her body attempting to throw Annabelle off her. She grabs her wrists to try and break the stranglehold. She prises at her fingers and thumbs. She punches her shoulders even trying to grip her friend’s throat. She kicks out, seeking to bring her legs into a position to lever Annabelle off. But nothing is working.
Juliana now knows she has to act as if she is going to die. She pleads for mercy in a choking voice and throws her head from side to side trying to find a position where she can breathe. Her struggles are becoming weaker and more random. Her tongue is protruding, and she is beginning to drool. She is looking straight into Annabelle’s eyes, seeking any sign that she might relent and let her escape. But she sees no mercy. She knows for certain now she is not going to let her go.
‘Almost over, honey,’ Annabelle is triumphant. Juliana’s moans get louder and then softer. At the end, Annabelle returns to her friends lips for a last gentle farewell. Juliana’s attempts to escape Annabelle’s grip slowly subside, her body spasms, her eyes close, and then finally she relaxes and is still.
Annabelle finishes the kiss, and Juliana wakes up. They both laugh and cuddle lovingly.
Annabelle picks up the phone and shows Juliana. They are both smiling. Annabelle says to Juliana “The sponsors like you a lot – and of course so do I. Welcome to our team….”
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