Dark Erotic Fiction

(Carrying on from ‘The Whipping‘, Earnestine’s Owners have a message to pass on)

Cov and Hun: Faded Lotus Events (Fade Out Films Transcripts)

Eleanor:   Fade Out Films is producing “Earnestine”s Last Supper” here at Faded Lotus Dolcett Village in Stepford.   This is a DVD bonus section, an interview with Mistress Covington.   I”m Eleanor, your host and a GVVN person of limited rights.   Mistress Covington has a statement for the Wheaton Heights ladies.

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Cov: (blows cigarette smoke in Eleanor”s face—Eleanor coughs) They are bitches—snooty, bitchy, whiney, cunts that never worked hard in their worthless lives.   (Cov puffs on her clove cigarette and drops it on the ground, lights another).   This is how to make dinner, bitching cunts.   Start with one stupid snooty socialite.   Broaden her horizons—and as the man says, other orifices.   Beat well.   Run her until she collapses.   It doesn”t take much.   Earnie baby was so lazy that shopping was hard for her.   Next, we whip the shit out of her.   We fix her to the grill and spice her up.   The moment of truth is when we let Earnie in on the joke.   She”s the joke!

Eleanor: I see that you have her trussed up already.

Cov: Now Hun is going to inject the special flavoring into Earnie”s brain.   It will make her feel every little thing magnified a thousand times.   She has only a few hours to live—and she will be very grateful when the pain stops.   Taking away her oxygen won”t kill her.   The stuff breaks down at 140 degrees so it is safe to eat her brains.   We will.   This DVD is to put all those spoiled rich bitches of Wheaton Heights on notice. (takes a last drag on her clove cigarette and drops it on the ground) Earnie was a Royal pain in our ass from Day One.   When Hun and I worked at the Bargain Hunter Supermarket, her complaints got us fired.   Every day she showed up was a day the manager got a complaint about me or Hun or both of us.   We were rude to her, she said.   We reeked of tobacco smoke. (lights up another clove cigarette, puffs on it) Finally, after being put on probation without pay for a week, we were told to never return.

Hun: Yes, Earnie is ready now.   It”s payback for the restaurant when Earnie dumped that soup all over me. (dumps a bowl of red paste on Earnestine and spreads it around with her gloved hand) This would really burn if I didn”t have gloves.   See?   Earnie here is trying to get away from the burn.   The flavor enhancer is working its magic.   Earnie can”t make a squeak anymore.   She”s dead.   She is just stuck in her body for our amusement until the flavor enhancer burns out of her system over the coals.   About that restaurant—there was a little waviness in her wine glass.   Earnie bitched so much about that little blemish that we didn”t get any tips from either table that night.   We got fired again because Miss Perfect here said that we had put pubic hair in her food.

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Cov: Rich Bitch kept showing up wherever we worked and caused us trouble.   We lost a pet grooming business we started because she and her friends boycotted us.   We finally had to leave for our current location, Fort Jones, Arkansas, because we kept getting harassed by Earnie and her brunch bunch.   I bet she regretted that.   We were out of state when WSA 2000 was passed or Earnie might have gotten us enslaved.   Her bad!   We left our problems behind and started a dude ranch.

Hun: Yeah.   (Finished with Earnestine Royal, removes gloves) When we saw Governor Rush roast his daughters, it was Hello!   Why not start a live roast dude ranch?   We knew food.   I was a butcher in the Bargain Hunter Meat Department.   Cov knew the spices.   Cov, may I have a cigarette?

Cov: Sure, Hun. (lights two and passes one to Hun).   Don”t forget Earnie”s anti-smoking crusade.   She got us tossed out of our trailer court for smoking too much!

Hun: As if she would know.   (long drag and exhales) She and the other Wheaton Heights bitches never knew.   We are going to be buying other Wheaton Heights bitches and even roasting them in their own homes.   Isn”t that right, George?   You bought three of them and you want to be part of this scene.

Cov: That bitch Bethany is forted up in that Eastlake University Castleman thing—but she won”t be there forever.   We”re waiting.   Sharon is on our list, so is Alex.   And don”t think your spoiled brats are safe, either!   Tiffany had better watch her back.   She could be sent out on a fake slave pick-up and wind up here.   We have been bugging Ben about what a slut his daughter has been!   It doesn”t matter if Tiffy slut is really a good girl or not—what matters is that lovey dovey daddy loses it and slaves Tiffy bitch so that we can roast her too.

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Hun: The only thing is that we regret is that Earnie cunt won”t see that.   We have an option to buy Sandra next.   There is supposed to be a two-girl roast in Wheaton Heights next week.

Cov: Anyway, Faded Lotus Dolcett Village is the premier dining experience in Stepford, just 90 minutes away from lovely Wheaton Heights.   Look us up on the World Wide Web. (finishes her cigarette in a long drag)   Look out, rich bitches!   We will have our vengeance.

Eleanor: Whew! (Fans herself) Mistress Covington!   That was quite the message!

Cov: What do you mean by that?

Eleanor: You made it clear that you have been wronged, Mistress Covington.   You have put the ladies of Wheaton Heights on notice.   At least the free women of Wheaton Heights.   They will never know if they are going to lunch or going to be lunch.

Cov: That”s right!

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