Dark Erotic Fiction

“Wendy, we are going to have a big meeting with all the principles on the “Miss America” project. Make it so.”

Well, great. I call Mr. West and “Mistress Ariel” and make sure they can make it. After a few minutes hesitation I call “Mistress Ohio” and find, oddly that she is here in Eastlake. She can make it. I follow up with “Mistress Minnesota”, and sure enough, she is local as well. Odd and double odd.

Next day, Hugh has us all in his “big office”. Mr. West I know, of course. Mistress Ariel is a tallish, slim lady, late 20’s, early thirties, maybe, with dyed black hair and very precisely applied makeup. “Mistress Ohio” and “Mistress Minnesota” are both, well, bubble headed bleach blondes, to use the famous term. After every one settles in, Hugh starts up.

“There have been some unexpected changes in the Miss America project. We ran into some contract problems with the feeder pageants for the 3 state pageants that we were going to use, so the slaver aspects of the Ohio and Minnesota pageants is being changed. All three states feeder pageants will be held here in Eastlake and our Oklahoma slavers will do the enslavement and resell of the runners up and other designated contestants. You will, of course, bid against each other for the slaves, however you will not be bidding money, but rather credits. Each of you will start with the same amount of credits. I’ll leave it up to the two of you and Wendy to decide the details. The over all contest is still based on your total amount of monies earned in the sale of contestants. Notice I said contestants. If you can convince a contestant to volunteer, or have a parent enslave their daughter, their sales will count towards your winnings. Each of you will be given a wing in our slave holding facility, with 12 rooms, each holding up to 8 slaves, a torture chamber and an execution room for you use during the contest.”

He went on, “You will note that I said “other designated contestants. Each judge, and by the way, you two will be the NMG judges for each of the pageants, will be allowed to vote on 3 contestants to be enslaved, regardless of their standings in the contest. Any contestant that receives a majority of votes to be enslaved will be enslaved, regardless of any other considerations, excluding winning the pageant. Pageant winners will never be enslaved. I encourage you, and the other judges, to be, well, corrupt, in your votes for enslavement. We want extra enslavement’s. We want things like contestants offering sexual favors to avoid enslavement votes and the like. The feeder pageants will run twice a week, for roughly 40 weeks. At the end of the feeder pageants, there will be, of course the state wide pageants. They will be just like the feeder pageants, to include the extra enslavement’s and all that. There is also the ’special’ pageant, one for each state. In that contest, we are going to enslave all of the contestants, other than the winner. There will be a total of 4 pageants that will not be here, 2 in Oklahoma, which will be during state fairs, and two in Ohio, dealing with some local festivals. The Eastlake fair pageant, at least, will be done some what differently than the standard pageants. We are thinking of doing it like it was animal judging contest, not a Miss America style pageant. We are still working with the local board on that, but I’ve got a good feeling about it.”

“Each pageant will also have the ‘Bitch Queen’, voted on by the contestants before the final judging takes place, based on the actions of the contestants in the week’s activities before the judging. This unlucky contestant will be enslaved before the final judging takes place and will be delivered to the snuff mistress for her state. The snuff mistress will have about 24 hours to plan and, parden the pun, execute the Bitch Queen’s execution. The execution will be shown on CSN, and an on-line poll will be taken, rating the sexiness of the victim and the killing, the pain and suffering level she received before and an over all rating, for style and panache. These polls will be averaged and a number of points, ranging from 0 to a perfect 10 will be assigned. The snuff mistress with the highest point total at the end of the series will be freed, and get a cash prize. The losing mistresses will be snuffed as the season finale. Does any body have any questions? No, OK, my assistant will give you your final contracts and schedules, and let’s see y’all next week OK?”

As every one got up to leave and get their paper work, Hugh said “Wendy can you stay for a minute please?”

After every one left he asked me “When you were working for Bright Star you did some on screen work, right?”

“Yeah, I blew a couple of guys as background during torture scenes”

He nodded and made a notion in his lap top computer. “And you have had at least one on screen sex act sense you have been working for us, correct?”

I started to say “No”, but then remembered I did deep throat the man with the kill switch on the Jessica 3000 machines at the country club, when he was doing is some ex-Bright Star sluts. “Yeah, once.”

He nodded again and went “Good, good. What was your credited ‘Slut Number’ at Bright Star?”

“105, why?”

He made a final note on the laptop and closed it. “I’ll tell you, but I never said this. Did you notice any thing about your sister snuff mistresses?”

“Other than the fact that they seem like they are porn stars?, no, why should I have?”

He grinned. “Nope, that’s the deal. You, technically are a porn star as well. We are marketing it that way “Killer Porn Stars” and all that. Did you notice that the contest averages the on-line scores, then assigns you a point score? And that it’s the total, not the average at the end that matters?”

I thought about it, and yeah, that’s what he said. “Yes, why does that matter?”

He laughed. “Look, you are too good of a director to lose. Which is not to say that if you do lose, you won’t get snuffed. But let’s just say that the deck is stacked in your favor. You have 40 pageants. “Mistress” Ohio had 21, and the slut for Minnesota only has 15. Assuming they get perfect scores on each of their kills, which they won’t, you only have to score a little over 5 out of 10 to beat them.”

I was shocked. “How in the hell did you get some one to sign up for that sort of deal?”

He laughed. “We didn’t. They were already slaves. The know you are a slave, who has some Bright Star screen credits. They also don’t know, yet, about the numbers differences. They also don’t know you are the woman that directed “Club X” and the rest of the Dolcett films”. He looked down at his watch, then said “Well, now they might know about the number of contests, assuming they read the contracts before they sign them. Smart money is on them not doing so. Changing the subject, have you given Mr. West head yet? Our profile of him indicates that that’s his favorite sex act. With the numbers ‘Spellbook Slaves’ is pulling down, you chief problem is keeping him happy. Humph. Before I tell you to do that, I better make sure you give good head. I got 10 minutes before my next meeting, let’s see what you can do….” With that he rolled back from the head of the table where he as sitting and unzipped his pants. I stood up and walked over to him, knelt down in front of him and took his dick into my mouth. I swilled the my tongue around the head for a minute or so, then slowly lowered my head down until his whole dick was in my mouth. Then back up, doing lots of suction as I went back up. Once I got back up, I took it out of my mouth and gently blew across the gland. After 15 seconds or so, I took it back into my mouth, then took him into my throat slowly. Once there, instead of pulling back up, I swallowed several time, then took it about half way up. It didn’t matter what I was about to do, because he grabbed my head and pushed it back down. As it happens I don’t have a gag reflex, at all, and had learned how to breath through my nose, even with a cock in my mouth long ago. He held me down, so I started massaging his dick with my throat, by constant swallowing. After 30 seconds or so, he started to cum. I just kept swallowing, what else could I do. After 3 or 4 squirts, he let go of my head. I pulled up and said “So, do I give good enough head to blow our pet white slaver?”

He looked down at me, “Yeah, I guess you do. Go sign your papers slave. Good luck, not that you really need it.”

The male “stars” returned after lunch, and I gave them the “revised” script. More than any thing it was just simple grammar corrections and things like that, the biggest thing I had changed was I had added direction about how the actual pissing on the red head was supposed to happen. Each of the stars was to step in front of her, aim his piss stream at one of her eyes, them move it over to the other, then down her nose until it was going into her dental gagged mouth. Once the stream got there, he was to keep pissing into her mouth until he was done. Then the second “star” would repeat the process.

After both had used her like a urinal, the camera man told me that we still had about 10 minutes of film left. I directed the guys to pull the ball gags out of the two back ground sluts that were hogtied on the table and to face fuck them until they came or we ran out of film, whichever.

I spent the next day or so editing this masterpiece, then, on the next Monday, I presented it to the men in charge of Bright Star Studio. During the presentation one of them asked me if it was true that I kept the three female “stars” tied up for an extra hour. I told them that I had, and asked if this was a problem. He said it wasn’t, but wanted to know why. I told him, simply, “Because I could. Sluts like that need to be reminded who is in charge.”

Apparently either my attitude or film making skill impressed them, because the next day they offered me the job.

I spent the next 2 and half years working as either the director of the smaller, less than 30 minute “loops” or as the assistant director of the longer shows. I rapidly earned a reputation with the female “talent” as being a grade A bitch, and not who you wanted to be the director of your scene, if you could help it. They may have had a point. because I tried to work a torture or at least a bondage scene into all my films. I also found that being a female assistant director meant, that on occasion, I was required to act as a fluffer for the male talent. I found that deep throating a porn star while some slut was being tortured was a major turn on. I was even “on screen” doing this in a couple of films, always as part of a torture shot! My only requirement was that I not have them doing a “money shot” on my face. In my mouth was just fine. I swallow, by the way.

Then, the universe changed. The White Slave Act of 2000 was passed. At the business meeting that week, we decided that, due to the nature of our films, that we would buy slaves to act as talent, as quickly as possible. The owner got a slaver’s license. I had the idea to talk to the “boyfriends” of the female talent we had on contract. What I told them was, that, if they decided to break up with their girlfriend, or she decided to break up with them, that if they would have her enslaved, we would pay 25% over any other offers they were given for her. Knowing that the life span of a relationship with sex stars was about 6 weeks, I figured we would have most of our contracted talent as slaves with in 3 or 4 months. In fact, we had 50% of them with in the month. This lead to us terminating the contracts with the remainder of the girls. Oddly, after their contracts were terminated another 5 volunteered to be enslaved.

After we started using slaves as the talent, we increased the “Extreme” level by quite a bit. I wondered how far we would go. Flogging, branding and rather brutal breast and vagina torture became the norm. After about a year I found out how far we were going to go. I showed up at work one morning and was tossed a thin booklet. “This is the plot line of your first feature film. Think you can do it? It was a 42 page “comics” called “Club X”. I flipped through the book and became more and more, well, somewhere between alarmed and turned on.

“The special effects budget is going to be a bit higher on this one than normal.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Excuse me?”
“We aren’t going to use ANY special effects”

I just sort of stood there flipping through the book. “Boss, I count a breast removal, a bisection, two impalement, another bisection, an electrocution and a decapitation.”

“Yeah, add in a couple of hangings, would you.”

“So, we really are going to make a snuff film?”

“It’s not like it’s murder. We are going to use slaves. And because they don’t have to so any sex scenes, they don’t even have to be trained sex slaves. I just bought 10 co-eds from my alma-mater. Seems that a sorority had some legal problems.”

I spent the next 6 weeks making “Club X”. It won all sorts of awards. We went on to make most of the Dolcett stories as either feature films or shorts.

After directing torture and snuff films for a year or so, I took a break for a while and went back to LA on vacation. I let my self get picked up at a bar (and, of course, got the signed two dollar bill, as “payment”. Yeah, I’m a two dollar whore). While the mambo was fucking me I found that while it was OK, I just wasn’t getting off on it. He finished, and dropped off. I turned on the TV in the hotel room and it came up on the “Cable Snuff Network”. A pair of identical twins were being tied to a set of chairs, back to back, totally nude. We get a close up of some one cutting an X into a bullet then loading it into a gun. I started fingering my self. We see the twins from the side, and then the gun comes into frame. We don’t see the shooter, just his arm extended out and the gun about a foot from one of the twins forehead. I realized, idly that this was take off on the scene from CSI. The shooter cocks the weapon, then fires. It cuts to from the shooter point of view and we see the blood splatter on the wall, in real blood, not paint like on the TV show. I also started cumming, and came hard. At that time I realized that I hadn’t had an orgasm with out some slut being either tortured or killed in well over a year. I realized that I had turned into, well a psychopath. Good thing that being one was more or less a job requirement now.

When I got back to Maryland, and reported in, the boss called me, and the rest of the crew into his office. “Well, the good news is I’m going to retire in 10 days. The bad news is that all of you are fired.”

Needless to say this went over like a bomb. “Calm down. CALM THE FUCK DOWN. I should have added ‘But you have been hired at a 50% increase in pay by the National Media Group.’ They bought decided to buy the studio. Time to party down!”.

Soon after the deal went through we did find out the bad news of the deal. They were moving us to the city of Eastlake, Oklahoma, where they were setting up a major studio for both their “The Torture Channel” and “Cable Snuff Network”. It’s not LA, hell it’s not even Baltimore, but it could be worse.

I was made the director of “Spellbook Slaves” a reality show based on a local small time slave trader and his household of slaves. Mr West, the trader in question, was also going to be part of an experiment to make the Miss America pageant “edgy”. The short version of it was that he and an lady slave trader were to see which one could make the most money selling off the runners up in the feed pageants in the Miss Oklahoma pageant. One of the other things that was being done was another show, based on the girl voted “Bitch Queen” by the other beauty queens being snuffed in creative ways. Mr. West had requested that I be his producer on the Miss Oklahoma show, so I went into the executive producer’s office pass on that request.

“Wendy, no problem on that. However, there is something else. We want you to be the mistress on the “Snuff the Bitch Queen, Oklahoma” show.”

“OK, I can do that…”

“You might want to wait a minute before you do that. If you want to be the show mistress, you will have to become a corporate asset slave. We will, of course, pay your house and other expenses, and you will get 3000 a week, tax free. You will be competing with two other girls. At the end, the mistress voted the winner will receive a 10 million dollar prize and be freed.”

“And the losers?”

“The winner gets to snuff them”.

“I see.” I thought about it for a few moments. “What the hell. Might as well. Where do I sign?”

A few forms later and a urine test later, I was no longer Wendy Morris, I was Slave Wendy, an whole owned assets of the National Media Group, and I had only a one in three chance of living out the year, at least in theory.

We quickly tied the two blonds in a basic hogtie, complete with ball gags. I had the boys hoist them up on to the table in the center of the room. I gave both of the male “stars” 8 vitamin C tables, and told them to start drinking the orange juice, while we prepped the “star” of the show. She still had on the hand cuffs behind her back, and I decided to leave those on. I fitted her with a spreader gag, tied her feet together, then took a length of rope, which I braided through her hair. I tied the rope around her cuffs, then to the figure 8 around her feet, which pulled her head back a bit.

“So, you done there?”, the camera man asked.

“Yeah, I think so, why?”

“Just asking. You seemed to be having a bit of fun, but I’ve got to go for a bit. The guys and I worked through lunch on an other short, and I’d like to go grab a bite to eat before they close down the hall.”

Damn. Should have asked about that. “OK, be back here in an hour. Guys, don’t even go into the mens room! Don’t even think about peeing. And finish off that juice before you come back.”

The male “talent” grabbed their walking around robes and headed out, taking the juice with them. The camera man said “Want some help in undoing their knots?”

I looked at him and said “Why would I want to do that? Have they had lunch?”

He looked startled. “I assume so, they weren’t in our shoot. But we aren’t going to start filming for an hour…”

“And this matter how?” I asked.

“Your the boss lady, see you in an hour”. With that he left the room. I grabbed the “script” and started looking through it. Seemed that this little gem was even more plot free than normal. Basically, they guys are to talk about making her pay for her crimes, then get the idea to piss on her face as “punishment for her great sins”. This would be a D minus, at best, at film school. I did better than this in film club in high school, for crying out loud. Time to do a little tweaking, but what?

I took the folder and told them I would be back at 1:00PM. That gave me about 3 hours to get ready.

I looked over the material in the folder and found that a lot of the work I would normally have to do, or at least did in film school was done. I had a loose script, and the actors were already hired. It seemed that all I would have to do was the shot blocking and other stuff that the director does on the day of the shoot, and the post editing process. While I was out, I stopped and bought a couple of gallons of orange juice and a bottle of vitamin C tablets, knowing that large does of vitamin C makes piss brightly colored.

I arrived back at the Bright Star studios a little early. I was directed to one of the “sound stages”. As I walked in, I saw my two male actors, and the three sluts, a redhead and a pair of blondes, were all ready there. They were all nude, and one of the guys was face fucking the redheaded slut, who as kneeling in front of him with her arms behind her back, wearing what appeared to be a set of hand cuffs.

“So, is she any good? I’m Wendy and I’ll be directing this epic, by the way”

“Glad to meet you Wendy, and no, she’s not really any good at this. That’s why I’m giving her some practice time”

I nodded then went on, “So, want to use her as the primary on this, or just as part of the back ground?”

The “actor” I was speaking to gave me sort a blank look then added, “huh?”

Sigh. Talent. grrr… “You know, the title role, or just a chick in the back ground?”. I swear I could see the light bulb go on over his head. “Oh, yeah, make her the star of the show…”

I turned to the camera man and asked “So, who normally does the knot work?”
He replied “If it’s a bondage film, it gets done by the talent on film. If it’s just an extreme flick, the director and I normally do it.”

Time to see if being a Girl Scout is going to help my career it seems. “OK, let’s start with the background chicks”

After a few sort of awkward sentences, mainly to make sure they had the right wmorris, the man I was later to learn was the owner of Bright Star studios said this “Miss Morris, I’m not sure you quite understand what Bright Star studio does. We are not only a porn studio, we are on the cutting edge of what they are calling ‘Extreme Reality Porn’. We make films where the actresses are degraded and abused, where they are used only as fuck toys and cum buckets for our male actors. In fact, we don’t call them actress, we call them cum sluts. We don’t give them by name credit on our films and video, just assign them a slut number. Most of our work is ‘ambush porn’, where the sluts doesn’t know what is going to happen to her during a given scene. When they get hired on here, they sign a contract that says what acts they may be required to do, and they don’t know what is going to happen until it does. Needless to say, they never see a script! Are you sure you can work in a place where your gender is normally called “slut” and isn’t even allowed to use a name?”

I had to think about this. While I am a California girl and all that implies, I never really felt all that strong a connection with my ’sisters’. This caused a bit of problem at school, when I wouldn’t get as up in arms over various things as the more feminist student did, but I never thought it all the way through. Did I really care how other women were treated? As I thought about my reply, I came to the realization, that no, I really didn’t care.

“Assuming allow me to have directors credits, you can do what ever you want to the other… sluts… If they signed a contract that says they get called slut number sixty nine and a dozen men can cum on their face when ever you want them to, that’s their problem, not mine. I’m not going to sign that contract, they have the same option.”

The owner looked me over and said, “Well, you say that, but the other women we’ve had working behind the camera, well, they just didn’t seem to work out. Their product, well, it seemed to lack that edge we are looking for…”

I felt that I had to do something to grab this. I knew that it takes about a week to do a “short subject reality” film (which I figured was more or less what they were doing). I had enough money to stay over for a couple of weeks. “Tell you what. Give me one of your loop scripts and I’ll direct it for free. If it doesn’t have the edge you want, I’ll go back to La La land and that’s that. If it does, well, I get the job.”

They leaned over and spoke to each other, then one of the 3 men left the room. He came back and tossed a folder in front of me. Written on the cover was “Teen Piss Whore”. “Let’s see what you can do with this epic then. Come back after lunch and we’ll get you started”.

My name is Wendy Morris, and I’m the Director or Assistant Director for several shows on “The Torture Channel”, an popular “Premium Cable” network. It’s my job to select and oversee the torture and occasional snuff of dozen of young women each week. I’m also a slave that only has a 1 in three chance of living out the next year.

How did I get here? Well, it goes back to 1997, just after I graduated from UCLA’s film school. I’ll be honest, I didn’t graduate as an honor student. Not the back of the pack either, but squarely in the middle. I looked for a job at all the major and most of the minor film studios in LA, with out much luck. I did find a job as a camera operator, which paid the bills and gave me something to put on the resume, but wasn’t what I was looking for. No film student is looking to be a camera operator, we want to be directors. After 6 months I saw an ad in one of the trade papers for a studio called “Bright Star”, that was looking to fill a position as Assistant director for feature length films and director for short subject films. The ad had an odd statement “an open mind is a requirement for this position” The job was in Maryland, and required a face to face meeting. I was between jobs, as they say, and had friends in the area that I could stay at, so I contacted them via email and set up an interview. At the time I used wmorris as my net name, and I think my resume said “W. Morris” as well, or in other words, no indication I was female.

I arrive at the studio on the day we had set up and I knew why the “an open mind is required” statement was in their ad. Bright Star, it seem was a porn studio. I almost didn’t go in, but then I thought, “I don’t want to do camera work 2 weeks out of 6 any more, and it’s not like I’m going to be doing the porn”, so I went in.

The fact that they didn’t know I was female was obvious from the very start of the interview. And this was a problem.