Dark Erotic Fiction

After the semi successful run of the show “Horrible Things for Hotties” I found myself doing make work at NMG. Seems that my ‘Bright Star’ background made them think I might not have the company as my primary focus. So, I got pulled off of the snuff and torture shows and spent a couple of months doing cooking show. And not the fun kind of cooking shows where some slut gets a spit up her cunt either, just the ones with normal stuff. I was bored off my skull. I think they were trying to make me resign. I damn near did. Any rate, after a fun filled day filming eggs being made into some sort of French breakfast thing, I log into my office email account. There is a short email from Hugh, my old boss. Seems he wants to see me this after noon.

When I arrive in his office, Cynthia, his slave/wife, is on her knees blowing him, while some young things strangles in a slow hang noose. He waves me toward a chair, which I sit down in. “So, what did she do there Hugh?” I asked, knowing full well that while he’s getting a snuff blow job he’s not going to talk business.

“Oh? Yeah, well, she was a coffee slave. I ordered coffee with creamer and two sugars. She gave me coffee with creamer only.”

“So you are snuffing her for not putting sugar in your coffee, of course, that’s an rational penalty.” Well, it is in this office. It’s not an reason I have used but I’ve done some things almost that bad. I did have one intern “summer slave volunteer” spit roasted for wearing 5 inch heels when she was told her dress code was 6 inch or higher heels.

“ah ah ahh…. Yeah… oh yeah….”

He must be cumming now. He’s not real coherent while he’s cumming. Less so than most men.

After a 30 seconds or so, he pulls Cynthia’s head off his cock and tells her to leave, but to notify housekeeping to come for a meat pick up in 15 minutes or so. Great, get to have a meeting with a dead slave hanging in the room. Could be worse.

“Well, Wendy, I’ve got you back on my team, assuming you don’t want to stay on ‘Eggs from around the world’ or what ever show they got you on now. Had to pull some strings, but I think you will like this project. You will be working with Mike West again, sort of. The idea is that you are going to follow some of those slaver trainees that he has around for a semester. There is going to be a change up, some of them are going to be trainee torturers, so we are going to go ahead and make this the current series of ‘Horrible Things for Hotties’. We are calling this one ‘HtH: The Back to School Special’. So, you want the job or not?”

Did I want it? A chance to film 18 and 19 year old students get enslaved and tortured? He is crazy or what? Of course I wanted it. “Yeah, I’ll take it, what’s the catch? Last time you wanted me to take something like this, you made me a slave. What is it this time?”

“You wound me… I am cut to my quick. Why, how can you say that?”

“Cut the crap, what’s the catch”

“For the first season, all you get is directory of photography credits. Sorry, this lawsuit thing is being making every one touch about the former ‘Bright Star’ staff”

“Stay at my current pay scale?”

“Yes, of course, just you don’t get directory credits. You will be doing all the work, of course, I get the credits.”

That figures. I wonder if that really was a higher up’s decision or just Hugh feathering his own nest. Could go either way.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.”

After a week or so of setting things up with Mike and “Dutch Hall”, I find my self at the Dutch Hall metal shop, looking at a half dozen girls, talking with a Mr. Matthew Marsh, who might as well be called the school slaver.

“These slaves are our last year’s senior class cheerleaders. Seems that on the last day of school, they decided to show off in their cars. Cutting donuts and things like that in the school parking lot. Called the police on them. They were all arrested on either driving offense or contributing to a traffic offense. We bought them at the public auction, at first thinking they would be a good gift to the football team at homecoming, but this came along, and, well, it will be better all around, don’t you think? It’s not like we aren’t converting about half of the senior girls this year any way, at least according to the plan. I’ve got three in my office right now that I found with either drugs or alcohol during a random locker check. I’m not going to bid on them, they really aren’t grade A. Well, one of them is, at least if you use the Hill’s grading system, but she’s not my type.”

While he was talking my crew was welding steel bands around the ex-cheerleader’s wrists and ankles. The bands had attachment points for chains or what not. The key grip signaled at me, indicating that they were ready. “OK boys, string ‘em up by their wrists. Then let’s bring in the rest of the talent…”