Dark Erotic Fiction

Author’s note: I’m writing this based off of what Mike has posted already and a couple of emails he sent me. Hopefully I won’t screw up any plot lines for him

After hearing about the odd ball preacher that wanted to purify his flock of too many women from Mr. West, and finding out that he was in fact serious, I knew that this had to be a special showing of “Spellbook Slaves”

I went into my boss’s office. “Oh great master…”
“Cut it out Wendy, what do you want”

I smiled and told him “I need to hand receipt say, 2 dozen slaves, 15 computers work stations with SlaveMaster software loaded, an studio set up work order, 2 extra camera crews and say a 5 hour block of time for the big auditorium down stars.”

Hugh set down his coffee cup and rolled back in his chair. “When you come in for a request, you don’t fool around do you? May I ask why you need all this?”

I explained about the nut job and his plan to bring balance to his flock. Hugh sort of grunted and said, “Yeah, I think we can swing that. Why the 24 slaves?” I explained that I was planing on using them to do the grunt data entry and look up work and that I need 24 for back up, because any slave that messed up the enslaving paperwork would be snuffed on the spot. Hugh seemed impressed. I had another question, “Hugh, on this snuff mistress show, am I restricted to only the pageant bitch queens?”. He thought about it for a minute, “No, not really. Just don’t snuff the other mistresses too early”.

The next couple of days were a bit hectic in getting every thing set up for the show, but no more so than normal. When the day arrived, Mr. West and his office slaves arrived in plenty of time to have the whole thing explained to them. The nut job arrived about 30 minutes before the show was to start and seemed to be, well, still a nut job. Turns out that he’s having his two oldest daughters enslaved tonight, as well as the ones from his sheep. The sheep starting arriving on time, and soon filled the auditorium. Nutjob started whipping them into a frenzy about how they were doing the work of their invisible friend and that this was a great day for them and the nation. Yeah, it’s a great day, nothing like making two or three hundred up tight virgin white sheep into sex slaves. And it was white sheep. I don’t think I saw a single black or even dark brown face out in the crowd, it was all pure south side white folk. Just fine with me. Nutjob gets down winding them up and hands Mr. West the microphone. Mike explains how he wants it to go down, and adds a bit that I wish I had thought of, that the new slave that caused the paperwork foul up would get flogged as well as the data entry slave being snuffed. Nice bit. I told one of my stage hands to make sure we had a portable whipping post back stage with the guillotine on wheels. He assured me that we did.

Rev. Nutjob and his two daughters come up on the stage. The data slave takes their info and passes them urine sample cups. They enter, then leave the Johnny on the spots and give her the samples. She does the drop tests and pushes the button that lights the green light on her desk, which is the signal that every thing is OK, and that the next person should come to her. Nutjob and twins walk over to Mr. West’s station, where Mike looks at the documents, then stamps them, and lights his green light. A Torture Channel actor, a buff and cut young man, wearing black leather pants and a Zorro style black mask, (and nothing else, other than a light coat of baby oil) arrives at Mr. West station to take the newly enslaved slaves back to the holding elevator. Nutjob looks at them as they walk away, but turns and walks back out in to the crowd to incourage the sheep.

After that, a fairly good rhythm got going. We weren’t having any problems for 10 or 15 minutes, which while good from Mr. West’s point of view, makes for boring TV. Aside from the fact that the girls were nude, this mights as well be signing up for collage classes. Then, the red light comes on on Mike’s new slave’s desk. I walk over to see. It seems that data slave number 9 has transposed the middle two digits of the father’s SSN on the form. I send a pair of TCC talent to collect her, while Lilly fixes the paperwork. Once corrected, she prints off the new copy, files the erroneous copy, then signs and stamps the new copy. I motion to two of the TCC boys to collect this slave as well.

The two slaves are ballgaged and frog marched over to the center of the stage, while stage hands roll out the portable guillotine and whipping post. The strap the data slave into the guillotine and the sheep to the whipping post. I direct the torturer to give them each 50 lashes, and at the completion of the lashes, to release the mouton on the guillotine. He nodded and started his work. At the speed he was throwing his lashes it would take about 5 minutes to complete. In the mean while, I went and got a new data slave from the back up group, and had her chained to the chair of the empty station. Soon there after the “Clunk” sound of the guillotine blade being dropped echoed through the room. Oddly there was scattered clapping at that. Soon after that, Mike’s red light came on. Data slave 3 had made a spelling error in the address of the volunteer. The volunteer looked at me as I sent the boys after the data slave.
“Are you going to kill her for that?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Oh, please don’t, I should have seen it before she passed it on.”
I looked at the slave. “Look, one slave gets 50 lashes, then sent up stairs to be, well, who knows what happens next, and the other gets 50 lashes and her head cut off. I don’t care which one get which. What is it going to be?”
She swallowed a couple of times then faintly said “kill me instead”.
“OK, it’s your head.” I looked at Mr. West, who just nodded his head and turned off the red light. The TCC boys lead her over straight to the guillotine and lashed her in. A largeish group of the sheep, all young males, as it happens, moved to where they could get a better view of the post and guillotine. The torture started his lashing. After the 3rd or 4th lash, they started counting as their fellow sheep got her lashes. “Five….. Six…. Seven ” I went back to get a replacement slave. By the time the replacement was in the chair, they were up to 45. They kept counting down, then after they got to 50 and the blade fell, the gave up a cheer. The torturer sat down in his chair. I walked over to him and noticed that he had an erection.
“Want me to get a slave to do something about that?” I asked, pointing at his leather clad cock.
“Yeah, that would be nice.”
I asked him, “So, you still keep a garrote on your belt?”
“Of course. Why you ask?”
“Because I want you to cum in her mouth, then garrote her.”
“Do I have to wait until after I cum, or can I do it as I cum?”
“Either way.”
“OK, can you send me a redhead then? I haven’t done a redhead in a while.”
I went back over to the back up slaves and directed the single redhead to “Go over to the torture and give him head. Once he cums in your mouth, come back over here and wait”
“Yes Mistress Wendy”
She went over to the torturer and knelt down in front of him, then began giving him what I know to be a “porn star” blow job, which is to say it looks good, but is designed to make the male last as long as possible. The crowd of young men start chanting “suck..suck suck suck” as she deep throats him. After five or six minutes, I see him take the garrote from his belt and wrap it lightly around her neck. She doesn’t notice until he stiffens, then grabs the rings on the end of the wire reinforced silk cord and pulls. 40 second later, releases, pulls his cock from her mouth and shoves her body over. The men watching cheer.

As the night goes on, 3 more data slaves commit errors, but no more of the newly enslaved sheep volunteers to ride the guillotine instead of the data slave. The whole show was over around 11:00 PM. I talk to Mr. West, asking him to be sure to sort out the virgins from the not virgins if possible, and that NMG will buy up to 50, virgins prefired, if he can’t find other buyers. He informs me that the total enslavement was 325, 13 more than the target number of 312, and that there were roughly a dozen that would come of age in the next month or so. Only a total of 15 were rejected, 5 for pregnancy, 7 for drug use by the commiter and 3 for drug use by a volunteer. He also tells me that Rev. Nutjob thinks he can pass this idea on to other nutjobs in his network of churches, and we might see some more.