Dark Erotic Fiction

I wake up this morning feeling something going on around my cock. After a second or two I realize that it’s an attempt at a blow job. You would think that ‘bad blow job’ would be an oxymoron, but this was what it was. I open my eyes, then look down my body. A stunning blonde with crystal clear blue eyes looks back up at me. Ingrid is across the room, sitting in her desk chair, with her normal unreadable expression on her face.

“Ingrid, remove this slave from my room at once. Have her sent down to the mid town facility and put in the practice slave pool for the torture school. Make sure that she is marked as being a snuff-able slave. They are doing their first slow hangs early next week and she will be ideal for that.”

Ingrid nods, and taps a set of buttons on her laptop. Blondie jerks, then drops to the ground, stunned from her collar. She then calls via the intercom for a pair of slaves on house work detail to remove the soon to be snuff puppet slave from the room.

“So, why are you going to have her snuffed? Just asking because we still have 3 dozen or so in her category”

“That is part of the reason why. There are three other reasons as well.
1) That was the worst blow job I’ve had after I’ve graduated from high school.
2) She volunteered to be on a reality show called “Horrible Things for Hotties”. She is very much is a hottie. Something horrible is about to happen to her
3) As you say, we have nearly 40 slaves in a limbo status right now. I’d like the rest of them to know that if they don’t do well here, they will go down to the mid town shop and have a Very Bad Day. While we don’t have any overcrowding issues, yet, if I understand what Marsh is saying, after this afternoon, we might be pushing it.”

“Oh? Isn’t he the slave master down at Dutch Hall?” Ingrid asked.

“Yes, he doesn’t call him self that, but yes, he is the driving force behind their slave conversion program there.”

I show up at the appointed 10:00 AM time at the school. Matt Marsh meets me at the door, directing me towards one of the smaller auditoriums in the school. Looks like where the drama classes are held. I enter the room, and find that NMG has a camera crew in place, and there are about 60 young women sitting in the chairs, facing the stage. As soon as we enter the stage, they all stop talking and stand up. Matt goes to the podium “Before we start here, I want to tell you all that a sizable fraction, well over half in fact, of you are slaves at this time. Over this summer, we sent conversion paper work to most of your parents. Many of them took the option of having you converted. We will be having those conversion papers invoked today. Please keep that in mind as you listen to our speakers today. Ms. Morris?”

Wendy came out of the left wing of the stage, taking the microphone from Matt. “Hello sluts !” Shocked looked from a lot of the girls in the audience. “OK, I known that it’s possible that not all of you are sluts, but if your not, I’m not talking to you anyway. As Mr. Marsh said, most of you are slaves now. The you have two questions to ask your self, The first is “would my parents enslave me?” The next is “What kind of slave do I want to be?” She held up a few papers. “I can tell you that if you are going to be enslaved today, as part of a parental conversion, this is the codicil you will be living under. It’s not your normal slave rules. Among other things, it has a long list of banned substances, activities and a very strict curfew system in place. The short version is you have to be a perfect daughter and student, or you get punish. Harshly punished. It’s the ultimate ‘Tough Love’ document.”

I turned to Matt “Is it as bad as she is making it?”

He nodded “Oh, quite so. It’s a zero tolerance document. Any and all infractions, which include not making a 100% on all assigned schools work, will result in some sort of punishment. Mainly flogging, but it goes up from there. Some branding, some time on torture machines, that sort of thing. It has some terminal options as well. Failing a class, for example, will result in being killed at the next weeks school activity meeting. I’m really quite pleased with the response we got out of this drive. 60% of these girls are signed up for it, with another 20% under a less extreme version, and several under a very extreme version that pretty much says “snuff my daughter“. He pointed out a pair of red heads sitting in the back of the room. “See those two? 2nd to last row, 4th and 5th seat? If the first doesn’t take one of the other offers made to day she is going to be put on a rack and pulled apart. Her sister next to her is going to be slow impaled. Unless they take Ms. Morris or your offer, they aren’t leaving this room alive. It seems that they each have a major trust fund that their mother would like to have control over. It’s a post 2000 trust, which doesn’t default in case of enslavement, only death. Why she choose to have them killed in painful way I can’t say, but I am glad for it.”

Wendy tosses the codicil aside. “I have another offer for you. You can volunteer to be on my current reality show ‘Horrible things for Hotties’. Yes, there is a good chance that you will have some thing horrible happen to you. There is also a chance you could walk you of the studio a free woman, with a million dollars tax free” I thought to me self, yeah right. They have over 200 slaves now on that show. One of them is going to survive it.

After the girls stopped talking in response to Wendy dangling the big prize money in front of them, she said “If you want to sign up, please, come forward to the desk on the right hand side of the stage.” A few girls stood up and started to come down to the stage. Wendy picked up the microphone ans said “Because the show is all about hotties, we need to make sure you qualify. Please strip before you come down.” This caused one of the girls to sit back down. Matt shook his head “She should have stripped. She’s on the extreme list. Not a requested kill, but given her parents requested rules and punishments, she’s going to be dead with in the month.” After a few minutes there were 8 nude girls in front of the NMG conversion desk. They were rapidly processed and sent up to the left wing off stage. there they were ball gagged, then placed in a “steel hog tie”, then put in slave shipping crates. Wendy walked up and said just loudly enough so that they could hear her “OK, have these snuff puppets sent to the torture school. They are part of the next challenge.“