****** Death of a Nobody by Pete Cochran ******
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Death of a Nobody


Snuff films. I'd heard about them from other detectives, but they'd always
turned out to be fakes. Not unusual in Los Angeles, a city filled with out of
work actresses, cameraman and special effects guys with too much time on their
hands. This one was different. This one they wanted me to look at and then try
to find out who made it, or rather, "did it" since - if it was the real deal -
there was a murder attached to it and, as a homicide detective, that was my
job.

I checked the video out of the evidence locker. It didn't look like much. A
blue label with black lettering, "The End of Carolyn." Not a very creative
title, but I doubt I was dealing with artists. They'd found 25 more copies at
the place that was raided. Vice had already reviewed the other videos. They'd
been the usual "edge" type fuck flicks - women giving it up to dogs, fisting,
pee play. I was so glad I didn't work in vice and have to see all that stuff
day in and day out.

I got back to my office at around 6pm, just about the time the department
started to rev up, but most everyone was headed out to see the latest corpus
delicti. It didn't look like I wouldn't have to worry about interruptions, not
that this was going to be anything like entertainment. I was sure it was going
to turn out to be a fake, but I had to give it a look anyway. I popped the tape
in, hit play and sat down at my desk with a cup of almost hot coffee.

The video had the usual poor sound and picture quality. It wasn't from a major
studio, that was for sure! It started with two men in a motel room. One tall
with longish hair, one shorter and heavier, balding slightly. A third who
looked like a frat boy entered with a girl. She was in her early twenties,
about 5'3", with wavy, shoulder length blonde hair and overly large breasts.
She seemed drunk or drugged since the frat boy was practically carrying her.
The two men helped him lay her down on the bed.

She was wearing a tight, silky gray top with a short, shiny black skirt. They
stripped off her top and bra. The tall one looked into the camera, smiled and
put his mouth on one of her nipples and bit down. The girl moved slightly. The
balding man said something about getting to her pussy. The frat boy pulled her
skirt down. She wasn't wearing any panties. The boy said something about "doing
her" that morning. The tall one said he didn't mind sloppy seconds and took off
his pants.

The bald man sat down in a chair opposite the bed out of frame. The frat boy
took off his pants too. Both had hard-ons as they got onto the bed with the
girl. The frat boy helped the tall guy turn the girl over on her stomach. The
tall guy pulled her hips up, holding an ass cheek in each hand, he spit between
them then ran his fingers down, around and into her asshole. The girl moaned,
but barely seemed aware of what was going on. The frat boy lifted the girl's
head by her hair and rubbed his cock on her lips. Her mouth dropped open and
the boy forced his erection into her mouth, moving in a slow thrust.

The tall man slowly pushed the head of his cock into the girl's asshole. He sat
back on his knees seeming to enjoy the sensation of his cockhead up the girl's
ass. The frat boy started to fuck the girl's face harder, his cock disappearing
in and out of the now unconscious girl's mouth, drool and precum running off
her lips. The tall man waited for the frat boy to cum and then shoved the
length of his dick up the girl's ass. The boy held the girl's head on his cock,
cum dripping down her chin.

The two got up off the bed and the bald man came over with a camera and took a
few shots of the girl's face and asshole, getting the frat boy to hold her ass
cheeks apart. He put his camera down on the nightstand by the bed and rolled
the girl over onto her back again. He went back to the corner out of frame and
came back with two lengths of wire. He grabbed one of the girl's tits and
twisted the nipple. No response from the girl. He then proceeded to wrap the
wire tightly around each of the girl's tits, so tightly that they were forced
into twin globe shapes quickly purpling.

The frat boy, having put his pants back on, came back over to watch the bald
man's handiwork. Once the girl's tits were wrapped, he went back to his corner
and returned with a pair of clamps joined by a length of bead chain. He clipped
them to the girl's now distended nipples, smiling all the while. The tall one
climbed back on the bed, his prick ready for more it seemed. He spread the
girl's legs and traced the girl's pussy lips with his cock, then he started
fucking her, ramming into her and almost lifting her off the bed.

The frat boy and bald man watched the tall man fuck the girl, talking to each
other. I couldn't hear a word. The sound quality was so bad. The bald man
approached the bed while the tall guy was in mid-fuck. He took hold of the
chain joining the girl's tits and lifted her tits away from her body. The tall
man fucked the girl wildly while her suspended tits swayed turning a darker and
darker purple. The tall man pulled his cock out and spurted stream after stream
of jizz on the girl's face and tits until she had thick smears of cum
patterning her upper body. The bald man photographed her again, concentrating
on her bound and clamped tits.

So far this video was nothing more than a drugging and a rape. Not my
territory. I started to fast forward it when the bald man popped into frame
with a knife. I stopped and started it playing at normal speed again. It was
the bald man's turn. He unzipped his pants and climbed between the girl's legs.
He jerked off, letting his cock touch her pussy lips. He leaned forward with
the knife in his right hand and slowly drew it across the girl's neck, leaving
a necklace of blood that looked all too real. The girl's eyes and mouth opened
at the same time. The bald man fucked the girl while blood flowed across the
pillow. The other two men watched intently as if they were being given a
demonstration.

When the bald man was finished fucking the girl, he got off the bed, pulled his
pants up, took his camera again and started taking shots of her pussy and the
gash in her throat. The blood had stopped and the girl's eyes, although open
were blank. He took the knife again and began tracing the girl's nipples. A
small amount of blood welled up as he sliced delicately around the outline of
each one. He then tugged on the chain again, pulling the girl's nipples away. I
felt my stomach start to churn. The bald man mumbled something about a
souvenir.

The bald man disappeared from frame. He walked back to the bed with a sheet
plastic. He had the tall man and the frat boy lift the girl's body onto the
sheet. The bald man started to fold the sheet over the girl's body, but stopped
and pulled it back. He smiled, said something about never getting enough and
took his pants down again. He was going to fuck her dead. I couldn't believe
it. He shoved his fingers between the girl's legs, opening her up for his cock
and then started raping her dead body. The frat boy seemed embarrassed. The
tall man watched without a flicker of emotion. The bald man came, pulling out
and letting go of a stream of cum that mixed with the blood congealed on the
girl's belly.

The frat boy said something while the bald man was zipping up. He kneeled down
and pulled a ring off the girl's finger and snapped the hoop earrings out of
her ears, stuffing them in his pocket. They wrapped the girl's body while the
frat boy went to the camera, taking it off its tripod. He followed the two men
out of the motel room and to a car. The plates had been removed. They put the
body in the trunk. The frat boy asking them if they wanted to do it again
sometime. The tall man looked at the camera with a look as blank as the dead
girl's face. The bald man smiled and said he wouldn't mind doing it on a
regular basis.

The video ended in blackness. I knew I could identify any one of the three men
if I had a mug shot somewhere. I wouldn't forget that bald guy's face and the
look he had after he fucked the girl. I started making notes and then I
realized that there was no way I'd find any of these men or even the girl. How
many Jane Does were there who'd ended up raped, mutilated and murdered? I
didn't think I could even count that high. I listened to the tape rewind,
wondering if there was anything that could get me these guys. I doubted it. I
didn't even think I wanted the headache. I'd go back to vice and tell them it
was another fake even if I knew it wasn't. I didn't want to get started on a
whole new career looking for sick fucks like that. I just didn't have the
heart.

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