At the student health center’s pool side, Eastlake University
Ah, come on girls, it will be fun, and I really need this grade. I have to pass this class to graduate, and I want to enter a film in the “Independent Film Festival” this year, and it’s almost too late to do that, even if I film it now, that doesn’t allow for much time for editing. Come on, please? I don’t wanna enter another rabbit film, I think I need to make a porno.
Kim Fuller, Eastlake University film student said to her three supposed friends, Courtney Shannon, a black-haired coed, and the bottle blonde roommates and lovers, Toni Bray and Ale Preston. All three of the friends were small — waisted girls with large, bouncy, even if augmented, breasts. They were quite proud of their “Grade A Prime” appearance score from Spellbook Slaves. They were tested there with their other Chi Omega sorority sisters at the start of their pledge year. What they didn’t know, or at least weren’t worried about, is if they didn’t get at least a score of at least an A- on those tests, they would have been sold to The Dark Temple to act as either “Handmaidens of the Death Bride” or the “Death Bride” itself, either one was a painful and public death sentence. The best option for the victim being a slow strangle in a noose as a “Handmaiden to the Dark Lord”, two of which were snuffed for every monthly dark mass, normally along with “The Death Bride of the Dark Lord” being sacrificed. Some bolder Chi Omega sisters were members of the temple, taking the risk of being tortured in a weekly service for the networking and business opportunities that temple membership offered. Of course, some secretly hoped to be one of the “Sister Penitents of the Dark Temple” to be flogged or tortured during a weekly service. Chi Omega pledges were by no means qualified to be a “Life Bride of the Dark Lord”, that requiring being a virgin, at least at the “wedding”, and the sorority had the gang bang video proof that they were far from virgins. “Pledge Slut Girls Get Broken In” videos do well on streaming sites, even if all the pledges weren’t all highly graded.
The national Chi Omega leadership also had a public requirement of “no ugly sisters”, which led to the testing of pledge classes and the sale and snuffing of those that didn’t measure up. In Eastlake then generally meant being sold to The Dark Temple, to be snuffed in a monthly service. In most other cities, the failing pledge riffraff went straight to the meat yards.
The Chi Omega national organization, while not as conversion oriented as Tri-delta, did like making as much money off their sisters as possible, with some chapter houses being brothels in all but name. The Eastlake chapter wasn’t, but that was more an accident of fate than anything else. The chapter house was directly across the street from a church, and even with the changing laws, they were too close to be a sexual-oriented business. There was an ongoing fight in the Eastlake city council between the sex workers union and church groups to change the distance from church or school law on how close a sexual business could be. So far, the church groups were winning. Of course, being Eastlake University sorority girls, they had high cocksucking scores as a would-be pledge had to have at least an 85% or better score to even pledge to any official sorority. Chi Omega at Eastlake University had an unofficial requirement of 95%, as to keep their string of victories in the “Eastlake Greek Life” magazine’s deep throat contest going.
Unlike the other two girls, Courtney had actually thought about the sex slave offer that the gentleman at Spellbook Slaves had offered them after their tests. She told him that she would think about it. And she was serious about it. She was already most of the way to being a whore, being a dancer at “Toppers”, a free women strip club, might as well make it official or be a sex slave. Like most free women strip clubs, the mouth, tongue, and throat of the dancers at Toppers were for sale, at just high enough cost that it didn’t trigger the personal contact sex rules, but low enough as to not be a money issue for most men and free women. A good cocksucker could make over two hundred dollars a day on her knees, even after the club’s cut, and Courtney was a good cocksucker, being highly rated, even for a Chi Omega sister. There are a considerable number of men and free women that have a fetish for free women sex, saying it was better because she had a choice. What they didn’t know is that the dancers really didn’t have a choice. While not required by contract to blow customers, those that didn’t tend to be converted on trumped-up charges and sold to Club Tartarus, a slave dancer club, which has a motto of “Where they Dance and Die”. The conversion clause was in the dancers’ contract, like most employment contracts in 2025. Giving free blow jobs was a good way to trigger being converted, as were violations of the rules about being on time for a shift and not doing drugs during a shift. Toppers prided itself on being run just like a normal business, even if their business was tits and deep throating.
“If I don’t get a husband, or more realistically, a sugar mommy, by the end of school, I might as well become a sex slave or start working a real brothel. Being a slave sounds like it might be less work. It couldn’t be worse than working at Toppers. I mean, I blow strangers, or eat the pussy of lesbians, at the club for money, and either of those would be the same, except that I would be fucked more aggressively. And that sounds like a good idea. I’m pissed that I can’t fuck customers in the club, fucking is where the real money is, I’m told. But I don’t trust most of the customers enough to “go for a ride” with them. Valerie never came back from one ride. And the ones I do trust just want to fuck my throat.” The raven haired beauty thought.
But you said you wanted to make a porno? What does that have to do with a grade? I mean that’s not what you normally make, I’ve seen some of your films. And why the old cameras? Wouldn’t it be easier to use a modern camera or high-end phone?
Like I said, Toni, Ms. Grant wants us to step outside our normal comfort zone and make something that we would not normally make. My last 2 films were nature documentaries, and a lesbian porno is about as far as “The feeding habits of the American Cottontail” as you can get. But not as cute as bunnies, I’ll grant that. And I’m doing it analog because Ms. Grant is old school and is giving extra credit for doing it on film, even if the editing is digital. She wants to see the raw footage as well, so see how we edited.
Well, OK, I guess we can help you make a porno. Are you getting a sorority girl to do us, or are we going down on one another or what? I mean, you’re going to be running the camera, so whose’s doing what to whom?
No, I will set up a 3 cameras on tripods around me and which one of you I’m fucking with a strap on at the time and edit them together. I’ll have a cheap digital camera mounted on each tripod so I can frame shots without wasting film. That shit is expensive. I can’t afford a real camera person, so I’ll have one of you that I’m not fucking taking closeups with the hand held, and I’ll use tripods and timers for the long shots. The hand held is a deluxe super 8 mm autofocus camera with sound, but I’m not using the sound function today. I’ve got a reel to reel recorder with a shotgun mic, to get the sound. So all you have to do is aim it and pull the trigger. Don’t spend too much time on any hole, it’s only got a 3-minute cartridge, and I’d rather not swap them out any more than I need to. Just get some shots of the strap-on going deep in the “victim”. Don’t cross the marks on the floor, if you do, it will mess up the shot, and I’ll have to do it again, and we really don’t have the time to do that. Going over time would make me cross. Just use the zoom lens for about a minute max per hole and try to hold it steady. If you drop my camera and break it, I will do everything in my power to have you snuffed in the most painful and degrading way possible. I will find some loophole in the student’s guidebook rules that you are technically in violation of and have you converted and sold to The Torture Channel, or failing that to a meat shop. That camera not only expensive, it’s the only one of its kind in town that I could find for sale, and they are difficult to find at even close to affordable prices online. So be fucking careful. To be honest, if it comes down to the camera or one of you, well, just hope it doesn’t come to that because I’d probably choose the camera. Just a bit of warning, the other analog cameras on the tripods belong to the school’s film studies department. If you damage one of them, well, I know they would sell you to The Torture Channel. Damaging university property is a convertible offense here. The digital ones are mine, but they are cheap-ass things, so if you have to break a camera, do them. It would be a good idea to not break any of them, just saying. I would just have you fuck each other, but Ms. Grant says we have to have some time on the lens side of the camera in this project. She wants us to write, produce, direct and star in a film “outside our comfort zone”. If it wasn’t a third of the classes grade, I would blow it off, but it’s the difference between passing and failing the class, so, out of my comfort zone it is. And I don’t think yet another rabbit film would do well at a film festival.
Plus, if I let you do the fucking, I would not be able to do part two of the plan to get some money from you cunts and start to get my revenge, Kim thought
Oh. You’re going to fuck us with a strap on. I’ve never been actually fucked by a girl wearing a strap on. They just normally use a hand held dildo on me, or just lick me. And I’ll be extra careful with your camera.
Toni isn’t the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. What she didn’t know is that unless her grades came up by the end of the year, and she was able to keep her cheer-leading scholarship, her parents were going to sell her, most likely to the Torture Channel, they being the people who would pay the most for her grade A Prime body. This would be as an example to their other dozen or so daughters as to the dangers of not keeping up with their school work. Toni was one bad semester away from having a horrible day. She was more or less aware of her parents’ policy on grades, having lost one of the triplets in front of her to it. But she thought that she didn’t have to worry about it, given what she thought was the “favorite daughter” status of her mother. What she didn’t understand was that her mother had little to say in the matter, being a slave wife, a fact not known to Toni, and her father tended to think of his daughters as possible paychecks walking around. He was planing on selling off most of them as soon as they graduated from high school, if they weren’t going to be “worthwhile” members of society. If Toni wasn’t on a cheer-leading scholarship, she would have been sold a couple of years ago, pretty much as soon as she graduated from high school.
Yeah, Toni, but you have been fucked by a man. I know, I walked in on you often enough. Just like that, apart from, it never gets soft. Plus, it doesn’t normally make a mess all over your face. Men seem to like to do that. If you end up liking it, I might start doing it to you.
You’re right, Ale, it just seems a little weird. And yeah, no facial is a good thing. Messes up my makeup.
Ale had a different issue hanging over her head. She was one messed up ‘little black book’ entry away from being converted and made a fraternity fuck toy. She was stringing a dozen or so frat boys of Gamma Epsilon along, fucking or sucking, mainly fucking, them each, but no more than twice a month each. All the frat rats knew what she was doing, but she was a good enough fuck to make them not push it, and to take their turns. They all kept close notes and made sure that they got video of the sex from a hidden phone. They knew that at some point she would mess up and bingo, then a Gamma Epsilon brother gets a new sex toy. And Gamma Epsilon brothers share their toys.
OK, here is what we’re going to do. My idea is that I’m going to make it look like there is only one of you, but your face and body change at random, I will start with you Ale. Strip down, then get on your hands and knees. I will fuck you in your pussy until the cartridges run out, that’s about 3 and a half minutes, then pull out, and fuck you in the ass for the next set of cartridges. I’ll would be flogging on your back as I fuck your ass, but I forgot my flogger. After I’ve done that for a cartridge worth, I will shove my rubber cock all the way down your little 85% or more cocksucking skill throat. Subsequently, we swap bodies and do the same thing to each of you. Courtney, take the hand — held camera and get a good shot of me in each hole. Do you have it? OK, let’s get started. And please remember what I said about the cameras. And girls, remember there shouldn’t be much apart from grunts and moans.Try not to do more than that, editing asynchronous sound is a bitch. Remember grunt and moan while being fucked. No vocalizations.
It didn't occur to any of the coeds that what Kim was doing would be enough different types of sex to make them eligible for conversion. The digital cameras would provide the needed time stamps for the sex to count and show that enough time had elapsed between partners as to not count as group sex. Kim was counting on this, if one of them did ping to the possibility, she would drop the deep throat of the girls and just use this footage, instead of getting the money for them as slaves. And that would blow this chance at revenge.
OK, Ale, lube yourself up and get on your hands and knees. Put your knees on those bits of gaffer’s tape I’ve put on the floor. Need to make sure you are in the exact place I’ve blocked out. I’m going to set the timers on the tripod cameras so they will start running about when I get to you. I’m going fast and hard, so be ready. Make sure you lube your ass, I’m going deep in it.
Ah, Kim, I’m not so sure about the ass thing. I don’t generally get fucked in my ass.
Are you saying you aren’t going to do it?
Well, no, it’s OK if you fuck my ass, just be gentle.
I really can’t do that. The whole point of the film is using a submissive woman like she was just life support for her holes. You should take them as deep as they will go, both for a man and for a domina. I’m only letting you lube up so you don’t scream while I’m fucking you. That would be a pain to edit.
Well, OK. Let me get a little stoned first. I guess I’m a sub, at least for this film.
Well, don’t take too long doing that. I’ve only got this room reserved for two hours, unless you want to roughly fucked in public.
Ale, you’re a sub all the time. You don’t even do cowgirl because that’s “not what a girl should do”.
After a few hits, Ale got down on her hands and knees, making sure her knees were on the marked spots.
Come and fuck me mommy Kim… I’m a bad girl and I need to be fucked by mommy.
No, don’t say anything, you don’t have any lines. Just grunt and moan while I fuck you. I’m setting the timers now. Get ready to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before. If I knock you down, please get back up as soon as you can. You need to stay in the doggy style position as much as possible. I understand that might be difficult because I intend to fuck you hard, but it’s what the film needs.
As Ale settled into her “arms and knees” pose, Kim came up behind her and rubbed the head of the ten-inch strap on at the edge of Ale's cunt, then drove it in with one long push. Ale grunted, then let out a moan as she remembered what she had been told. Kim pulled back about half way, then slammed forward again. The young coed rocked forward under the force of the assault on her cunt. She moved back into place as quickly as she could, only to be slammed forward by another of Kim's thrusts. Kim continued to abuse Ale's pussy, slamming deep into it, then pulling back, and slamming in again. Ale's grunts turned more into moans, that got louder and higher pitched as the assault went on. Kim abruptly stopped when she heard the cameras' click as they finished their cartridges.
OK, that was your cunt. Do you need a break before I do your ass?
No, mommy, I don’t. Fuck my ass. please mommy.
Told you she was a sub.
Did you get some good shots?
Yes, mistress, I did.
Seems like she’s not the only sub here today.
Yes, mistress, Please fuck me like you fucked her, I need to be fucked like the little slut I am.
OK, Ale. Let me reset the cameras, then we will do your ass. It’s too bad I forgot to bring a flogger, that would be great on your back. Backs like yours cry out to be stripped.
What about a leather belt, mistress? I’ve got one in my bag.
Are all of you sluts closet subs? And yes, I’ll take your belt, Courtney, and beat the living daylights out of all of you with it. I’ll just need to be careful to more or less hit the same spots on your back, or editing will be a bitch.
The three coeds all mumbled what could be taken as “yes mistress”
If they are all subs, that will make stage two a lot easier. Might not need to have the slavers ambush them as they come out of class. Worry about that later.
OK. I’ve got the timers set. I’m going to do your ass now, Ale. Remember no vocalizations, just grunts and moans.
With that, Kim slammed into Ale ass with even less prep than she did with her cunt. Ale grunted, then moaned, then let out a cry of fuck my ass mommy, fuck my ass! Oh, God, please, fuck my ass, mommy. Kim stopped. Well, shit. Going to need a re-shoot of this one. Is it too much to ask of you to not talk, just moan? I wasn't going to flog your back very hard, just enough to leave marks, but now I think I'll make it so you bleed. I'm sorry, mommy, but it just came out. I'll be good, please, fuck me more, beat me until I bleed, I am nothing but your little worthless slut! Kim looked down on the grovelling sorority girl, thinking, yeah, this one needs to be converted as soon as possible. I'm surprised she made it this far in life without being made a play toy or worse. She should sell for a nice chunk of change. And she seems to be a pain slut, so that will help in getting her to the right master or mistress for what I want.
Stay there. I’ve got to reset the cameras. I should charge you for the wasted film, but I allowed for fuckups, I just didn’t think they would be so soon. OK, get ready, I’m going to fuck your ass. I hope it’s still lubed because I’m going fast and hard. Courtney, make sure you get some good shots of my bottoming out in this slut’s ass.
As soon as the timers ran down, Kim slammed into Ale's ass, with no warning. As Kim rammed into Ale's ass, she started very precisely landing strokes with Courtney's leather belt. First one strike to the hapless coed's right side, then one to the left, then repeating the cycle. Kim was trying hard to land each stroke on the same place as the ones before. She did this not only because of the increased level of pain that would cause, but so she could do the same cycle with the other two coeds. Ale let out a yelp after the 1st strike, then pushed back, grunting, which changed to moaning as Kim got her rhythm going. Kim kept up the brutal attack on both Ale's ass and back, even as she noticed some blood on her rubber cock and on Ale's back where the belt's welts were oozing blood.
Oh, good. She’s bleeding. I hope I can get the rest of them to bleed. Chi Omega sluts deserve to be fucked and beaten until they bleed. Of course I’ll need to beat the other two like that, which wasn’t in the plan, but it’s a good thing over all. It’s not like that being able to wear clothes that show their back is going to be an thing they worry about soon.
About this time, the tripod mounted cameras clicked, indicating they had finished with the cartridges.
OK, I got to reload then get ready for some ass to mouth action. I expect you to lick my cock clean, like the good little slut you are.
Yes, mommy. I don’t have a gag reflex, fuck my throat with your cock.
Kim loaded the cameras with film
So slut, how much film is in the hand held?
Courtney looked confused.
Did you mean me?
Yes, Courtney, I meant you. There should be an indicator on the side.
Looks like about a minute and a half, mistress.
OK, use all of it while I throat fuck this slut.
Yes, mistress.
Kim positioned herself in front of Ale.
Now, I’m going to start slow, and I want you to use your tongue to clean off the lube, shit, and blood from the strap on. Once you have that done, I will ram it down your highly rated throat. All the way down. If I were a boy, my balls would be hitting your chin. As it is, the hard rubber ones on this cock might bruise your chin. Like battle scars for a slut like you.
Yes, mommy, fuck my throat. I’m ready for your cock in my throat now.
Toni, make sure you get some shots of her licking the strap on clean, then just keep up as I bottom out in her throat.
With that, the blonde film student put the head of the strap on in her actresses mouth and slowly began to push it in. Ale licked it as it went in and out, cleaning it off for three or four cycles. After it was clean, Kim grabbed Ale's head and in one forceful push shoved the rubber cock down the Chi Omega sister's throat. As to be expected of a such highly rated cocksucker, Ale took it in with no gagging or other issues. Kim held it in for a few seconds, then pulled almost all the way out, then rammed it in again. She kept up this assault until the cameras clicked, in indication that they were out of film.
OK, let’s check out the digital playback. Of course, not going to be able to see the closeups until I develop the film. Plus the digital cameras have a bit of parallax and the lenses aren’t the same, so they aren’t perfect, but they should give us an idea of what’s going on.
Kim had an ulterior motive for checking the digital cameras, she wanted to make sure she had good indication of her having had 3 acts of sex with Ale. After viewing all three digital camera's recordings, she was pleased. It was clear that she had used each hole with a strap on for several minutes, so she had “person of personal contact” rights on Ale.
OK, that’s one. Even if one of the other sluts figures out what is going on, this slut is mine as soon as I go to a slaver. Hmm. Might not want to use the campus slaver, they post conversions on the cork board in the central quad and I might want to do this trick again. I mean it will be tricky to do again, but damn near impossible if it’s posted where every one can see it. I think it goes on their social media pages as well. Think I’ll use Spellbook, they seem to be the slaver of choice for the Southside crowd. I think they are who dad used when he converted his slut of a office secretary. The other place, what is it, “We are Slaves”, something like that, has had so many bad reviews, they don’t seem to like women slaving women and try to get the slaving woman to volunteer. Like I’m going to do that.
OK, don’t want to waste too much time here, I’ve only got this space for 2 hours, and I’m sure you would rather not be considered a lesbian bottom by the afternoon Yoga class.
I’m not sure if I care about that.
Well, I do. What I do in my private time is just that, private, I don’t want it to get back to the boys of Gamma Epsilon. Might change what they do with me. I would rather not play with their other girlfriends when it’s play time.
Like that’s going to matter after next week.
OK, Toni, it’s your turn to get fucked by the big rubber cock. Courtney, take the camera to get close-ups. Toni, get in the same position and place as Ale did. And Courtney, don’t cross the line and get in the shot. It will not go well for you if you do. I understand that Topper’s has a “Flog-a-bitch” option now, and I might take them up on that. Your tits would look great with some whip marks. And I’ll have several of my friends join in. Have a whole tit flogging party. And then you can eat me out. And deep throat John-boy. I think you were who he was talking about from his last trip to Topper’s.
Yes, mistress. I will treat your camera as if my life depends on it. And I will not cross the line. Please don’t flog my tits. I’ll eat you out, just don’t flog my tits.
Kim noticed that Toni was lubing her ass, but not her cunt.
You don’t need to lube your cunt, slut? I’m not going to be easy on you…
No, mistress, I’m wet enough to take on a horse cock.
Do I want to know why you know that?
Well, I’ve never fucked a real horse, but our roommate Veronica has a life-size rubber horse cock model that we play with. I can take it almost all the way in my cunt, and can almost take it down my throat. Can’t get it into my ass, and we’ve tried.
You are a slut. How are you still a free woman?
Yes, I’m a slut. But I’m careful about it, no more than 2 per month, boys and girls both.
Yeah, sure you are. You’re about to be converted because you “helped a friend make a film”. You must not be aware that using each hole counts as three events. Of course sluts like her don’t keep up with the law, they depend on being told. And no one has told them. Too bad for them.
OK, get in the exact pose as Ale did. That’s an important part of the film, you three are just different aspects of the same woman.
Toni got in as close as she could too Ale's position in the same place, on the knee markers on the floor. Kim moved behind her, grabbed her hips and slammed forward. Toni grunted, then started to fuck back, while moaning. Courtney got close-ups of Kim fucking Toni's cunt, staying well over the line as to not be in the blocked shots. After what seemed to be a short time, Kim stopped her assault on Toni's pussy as the camera's clicked.
OK, stay there while I change out the film.
Yes, mistress, I shall not move.
Kim rapidly changed the film cartridge on the three cameras, then returned to be behind Toni. As soon as she heard the cameras start rolling, she grabbed Toni's hips and slammed into her ass harder and faster, if anything, than she did for Ale. After a few times of bottoming out on the hapless coed, Kim began to strike Toni's back with the belt, being sure to only strike the same places as she did on Ale. She noticed that the belt was getting bloodier than it did on Ale, but there didn't seem to be any shit or blood on the strap on. She redoubled her efforts, in a vain attempt to make Toni's ass bleed on to the strap on, but to no effect before the cameras clicked.
OK, one more time, this time down your throat. Let me change the film and then let’s see if you can deep throat as well as Ale does. There is no crap or blood on it, so I’m just going to go straight to deep in your throat with no foreplay. I hope you’re ready for that.
After changing the film, Kim moved to in front of Toni, placing the head of her rubber cock just inside Toni's mouth, and waited for the timers to go off. As soon as she heard them, she rammed it down Toni's throat in one long thrust. Toni's eyes bulged, but apart from that, had no signs of distress. After about a minute of violating Toni's throat, Kim stopped on down thrust and left it in the coed's throat.
If I leave it down there long enough, she will die. I’d do that if she was a slave and I would start to get my revenge, but she’s still a free woman today and because I’m also a possibly convertible woman, it would be murder, not a slap on the wrist like men or mistresses get when they kill a convertible woman. Not worth it, even if I can “prove” it was an accident, the courts don’t seem to care whether a convertible woman is innocent or not. OK, I’ll pull out.
With that thought, she pulled out, and Toni made the first sounds of distress as she gulped air. Just moments after that, the cameras clicked and she pulled out of Toni's mouth.
I thought you were going to kill me…
I thought about it. But with seven cameras filming it and two witnesses it would have been a slam dunk murder charge and snuffing your worthless ass, even if it would be doing the world a favor, isn’t worth being tortured to death.
Well, that’s three for two of them, and they seem to be clueless about it.
OK, Courtney, it’s your turn.
Yes, mistress. I’ve been taking my cunt juice and putting in my ass, I don’t think I’ll need to use KY on my worthless ass.
OK, it’s literally your ass. I’m not going to be any easier on you because you didn’t lube up right. And we aren’t going to stop to let you lube if it comes to that. Ale, take the camera. And please remember what I said about dropping it or crossing the blocking lines.
Yes, mommy.
Kim reset the cameras, then returned to the marked position, where Courtney was waiting for her. As soon the timers went off, she slammed into her cunt, being surprised at the lack of friction, Courtney wasn't just wet, she was drenched. Taking this as a sign, Kim begins to fuck Courtney faster and faster, going as deep as she could into her cunt. There was no grunting from Courtney; she only moaned for a while then shook once, clearly during a mind-shattering orgasm. As Courtney came down from the afterglow, the cameras clicked off.
You came, didn’t you, slut? Did I say you could cum?
Yes mistress I came, and I came hard. Watching you fuck Ale and Jodi was the hottest thing I’ve seen in years, and I was on the edge even as you started to fuck me. But I need to be punished for cumming without your permission. Please make me bleed even more than you did with Jodi.
Need to be punished? I can do that.
As soon as the cameras were ready, Kim slammed into the pain slut's ass, going as deep as she could. She started using the belt on Courtney's back hard and fast. The young coed had soft and delicate skin which started to bleed profusely almost immediately, enough so that there was some blood splatter from the belt's impact.
Damn. That’s going to be difficult to edit together, her skin is so much more tender than the other two sluts. I’ll have it make the more gory parts towards the end of the sequence.
Kim continued her assault on Courtney's ass until the camera's clicked. Once she heard the noise, she stopped, and started to pull out.
No, mistress, keep fucking my ass, I’m almost there… Please let me cum!
OK, slut if that’s what you want.
With that, the film student rammed her rubber cock deep in to Courtney's bowels, then pulling out and ramming it as deep as it would go.
Oh, God, just a few more… I’m so close.
On hearing this, the sadistic blonde pulled all the way out. I told you not to talk. I'm stopping now. Courtney wailed. Noooo
Kim got up and went to change the film on the cameras, to include the hand held, then, as she heard the timers run down and the cameras begin to film, she just shoved the blood, shit and lube covered dildo down the panting coed's mouth.
You can clean off my cock with your throat!
Damn it, going to need to edit that out. Or I can do another take, I’ve got just enough film to do one more. Well, really don’t have time for that. Meh, I’m doing plenty of cut shots as it is.
Kim continued her relents assault on Courtney's throat. This wasn't even close to a blowjob, this was throat fucking pure and simple. As the cameras clicked off, she kept the rubber cock down Courtney's throat. After 30 seconds or so, she pulled out.
It’s only because there are witnesses apart from your slut friends that I’m letting you live. Wave you your audience, slut.
The three Chi Omega sisters turned as saw that there were several women who came in early for their yoga class. The yoga students laughed and clapped, and one said You could have snuffed the bitch, we wouldn't tell! Chi Omega sluts deserve it! The three violated girls rapidly gathered their bikinis, hastily got dressed and ran from the health center, the yoga students laughing at them as they went by.
We’ll see you later, Kim!
Yeah, when I take you to the slavers. So much for telling them they are converted and to go with me to Spellbook. Meh, it’s Spellbook’s problem to get them now. I’ll make sure they know the easy way of getting them.
Thursday Morning, The Week After the Filming. Spellbook Slaver’s Intake Desk.
Hi! I’m Kim Fuller, and I’ve got the PPC rights on three sluts, and I want to convert them. I don’t think they know that I’m converting them, you will have to go get them. I can tell you what class they will be coming out of this afternoon, so your collection man can get them.
Sure, we can do that. I assume you have some proof of this? Sorry, can’t just take your word for it, even with the new looser rules. That really applies to women who aren’t a mistress. Sorry, facts of life.
Oh, yeah, I’ve got plenty of proof. Here it’s from three cameras. They were for a film project. I’m got some analog film of the whole thing, but I doubt that will count, no timestamps. Way old school 20th century tech.
With that, Kim gave Thomas three micro SD cards from the digital cameras.
OK, let’s take a look, and yeah, film seldom counts, unless you have like a newspaper or something that shows the date in frame.
Sorry, it’s long, like over an hour, but I got 3 and half minutes in each of their holes. I’m violently fucking them, but you can tell that they were not objecting. In fact, they seem to like it. At least one of them orgasmed while I fucked her.
That’s OK, that’s what the fast-forward option is for. And we don’t care whether they liked it or not, just if they weren’t objecting to being fucked. Passive is OK now.
Thomas put the first chip in his computer, noted the time stamp, and started to play the MP4. The one he had selected was from the right side and showed obviously that Kim had done the needed sex acts with all three. While the wide angle digital camera also showed the other girls holding the camera, it was clear that they were not part of the sex act and doing sex in public counted as convertible sex after July 2024. The video also showed that there was enough time between sex that it didn't count as group sex.
Don’t need to watch the rest, this first one shows enough. Even if you can’t really tell that the second doggy style was in their ass, which is difficult, but not impossible, there is enough time between the fucking while you were doing whatever it is that you were doing to the film cameras that it would count even if you’re just cunt fucking them again. Anyway, like I said, doesn’t matter, I can tell. Nice form on the flogging, by the way. Now, if you can give me their names, I can check the database and conditionally convert them.
Courtney Shannon, Toni Bray, and Ale Preston. They are Eastlake University students, which should be some help in finding them. Chi Omega sorority, if big brother’s database goes that far.
Well, that will help narrow down the person, assuming there is a name bounce. Let me see. Nope, no name bounce, so I don’t have to enter any extra filters, and they are all shown as convertible.
Thomas makes a few adjustments in the state database, changing their status to “converted, awaiting pregnancy test”
OK, they are conditionally converted
Why did you just conditionally convert them? Didn’t I give you enough proof?
Oh, yeah, your proof was all I needed, but I have to make sure they aren’t pregnant. So their conversion is conditional based on pregnancy test. If we don’t get a test within 72 hours of the database conversion, they default back to free status. Converting a pregnant woman is a no-go. It’s about the only thing that single women can use to avoid being converted, assuming that a proper PPC case was made against them, and of course, it’s not rape, which isn’t an issue here. You said you could tell me when and where we can do a pickup? We would rather not do an in class pickup, EU has requested that we limit those to only the most necessary times. Where and where can we pick them up? Please say you have some place apart from their chapter house. Other than Tri-delta, getting sorority girls from their chapter house is more of a pain than it’s worth, so I’d rather get them on the commons if possible.
They should be coming out of Johnson Hall at 1:30. They normally travel in a pack with some of their other sorority friends. I hope that’s not a problem.
That might make it a bit tricky, but whatever, Evan likes doing pickups where he gets to taser sluts, even if they aren’t the pickup.
What about payment?
Oh, you are selling them to us? I thought you were starting a harem. My bad. I was about to tell you our charges. Well, the database shows that they were rated A Prime, but that was 2 years ago, so we will have to grade them again. The freshman 15 often changes a girl’s rating, and seldom for the better. I can tell from the videos that they are all at least A, but telling A, A+, and A Prime apart from sex videos is tricky. Tell you what, come in Friday afternoon around four, and we can make payment on them then. I’ll tell the afternoon shift to expect you.
Eastlake University, in front of Johnson Hall, 1:30 Friday.
You know, Ian, I’d like to just taser a few of these bitches and take them back to the shop. They should have gone all the way on that when they changed the law.
Evan, even hunters can’t just grab one off the street, the slut has to be doing something that would trigger it. And just walking around on the commons, even if not wearing much, isn’t going to trigger it. Plus, the university has declared the commons “hunter free zone”. They want to encourage naked coeds, and letting sluts be hunted for that tends to limit the nakedness. You could just rape one, you know, it’s just an obscenity charge now, and that assumes that the EU would press charges. I’d do that chick with the green hair in the micro mini and see through top. It’s almost like she was asking to be fucked. It might not be rape if you asked nice. If we weren’t on a pickup, I might ask her myself. Meh, come back Monday maybe, I’ll take a late and long lunch.
Not the same Ian, not the same. I don’t want to just get my rocks off in a slut, I want them to have a really, really, bad day. Oh, wait, here they come. They have got a redhead with them. I hope she tries to stop the capture, she looks like she would look good with a taser in her bare midriff.
You say that about most redheads. But you’re right, she does look like prime taser bait. That being said, Mike has said we are to attempt to do a nonviolent capture as often as possible. Stay here while I go talk to them.
Who died and put you in charge? As I recall, I’m the team lead.
Yeah, whatever. You just want to taser the sluts and go from there. I’m more likely to get them to go peacefully and not scare the rest of the sluts on campus. They start running as soon as they see us if they fear us. Stay back, but in taser range. Zap if they even start to run.
Ok, we’ll do it your way. I’d hope they run, I like it when they do.
I know, I know. It’s close to your favorite thing.
Excuse me, are you three Courtney Shannon, Toni Bray, and Ale Preston?
Yes, why?
Well, I’m from Spellbook Slaves, and I’ve got a valid conversion order on the three of you, and I’d rather you come quietly, but tasering isn’t out of the question. Actually, my partner would like it if you ran, he has a thing for tasering women and girls.
That bitch. I knew Kim was up to something. OK, we’ll come along. Right girls? It’s one way to get out of mid-terms. And being a sex slave sounds like fun, I mean, it’s not like Kim sold us to a meat company. I know that Spellbook does mainly sex slaves as their primary thing.
With that, Ian zip ties the girls' arms behind their back.
OK, Evan, let’s get them in the van.
OK, we could still taser them and drag their asses to the van
Look at what they are wearing. Miniskirts and cropped tee shirts. Looks like without bras. They would get road rash on their legs at least and maybe their tits, and that would lower their value. Mike would be unhappy about that.
<Sigh> Yeah. If there is one thing Mr. West cares about during a capture is lowering the slave’s value. I got docked a couple of hours pay a few months ago for bruising a slut’s face when I back handed her. How was I supposed to know she had delicate skin? It’s not like she was wearing a warning sign.
Spellbook Slaves Intake Desk, Friday Afternoon.
So these are the three Chi Omega girls that Miss Fuller converted?
Yeah. For the record, we didn’t do the bruises on their backs. I noticed them when I zip tied them. It looks like a wide flogger was used.
Yeah, I have seen the recordings, Miss Fuller, who converted them, beat their backs while she was ass fucking them. Doesn’t matter, what a slut’s back looks like isn’t normally important in grading. Some meat places don’t like backs with marks on them, I don’t know why, but they aren’t going to the meat department or being sold to a meat processor. There isn’t currently an outstanding request for an appearance “A prime” sow for roasting at close to sex slave market value, from any of the meat shops, so that’s not an issue.
See, I told you we would be sex slaves. This will be fun.
OK, girls, please go into the ladies room and give me a urine sample. We need to test to see if you are pregnant right now. If you are, well, you’ll be free to go. If not, well, we grade you and then pay Miss Fuller your wholesale value. Go in one at a time, please. Once you have filled the cup, strip down and stand in front of the camera so I can grade you.
The three soon to be slaves follow Mr. West's instructions. None of them are pregnant, so their status is changed to fully converted in the state database. As their status is being changed, Vicky runs the grading system on them, all getting an A Prime grade.
Ok, You are all A Prime, but I think you knew that. For what it’s worth, you are a C as meat mainly because of your fake tits, and D as twink, however looking at your scores, it’s possible that a sex club, even a gay one, might be interested in you, don’t often see that high of a score on all three. But big boobs turn off the gay community, as a general rule, so you’re safe from spending the rest of your life being sodomized. Vicky, put them in the intake holding cell. Having some hotties on display helps with pushing reluctant converters over the edge. I don’t know why, but it does. I’ve got the records to back that up. You would think that if they are bringing one or more women in to be converted, they would not get cold feet at the last minute, but that happens two or three times a week. Mainly for wives, not so much for daughters or stepdaughters, and rarely for girlfriends or fuck toys. In fact, almost never for fuck toys.
Vicky took the three new slaves to the holding pen. The girls giggled and whispered among themselves.
Mr. West, I don’t think these slaves know their place yet. Can I flog one?
Hmm. Not right now, Vicky, but maybe later today. Having a slave on the public whipping post helps with conversions, even better than just having them in the cage. Tell you what, if they are still unsold by 5, take the short one out and give her 50.
Thanks, Mr. West. While I know it’s bad luck to say it, I almost hope they don’t get sold. Did you hear that, sluts? If you don’t get sold in the next couple of hours, I get to flog your ass.
The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully. One volunteer, several girlfriends and one whole family of 12 were converted. One of the fraternities bought a dozen teen blondes, for use during a party. A newly-wed couple bought a “redheaded cleaning slave, whose also a sex toy”. The husband decided against converting his new wife at the same time, despite some urging by the counter staff. All in all, a quiet day. About four PM, Kim Fuller arrived, followed closely by Isaac Barton.
So, I see you have captured them. How did they grade?
A prime, as expected. They only got a C for meat, if that matters.
Am I to understand that these beauties are freshly caught and for sale? They look to be unholy.
Yes, Isaac, they are for sale, and yes, they are, in fact, unholy. Miss Fuller here PPC them last week and had us capture them from the university this afternoon. I haven’t even paid her for them yet, they are that new. What can I do for you today?
Well, to be honest, I need another set of four practice slaves. Seems the dark ladies got a little carried away with trying to go for almost, but not quite dead in garrote. Snuffed all four, well before their normal date. As such, I need some more practice slaves. I almost needed more dark ladies, but Sheila talked me out of it, and I only gave them 50 lashes.
Do they need to be white? I’ve got a nice bunch of Japanese tourist girls that I bought a couple of weeks ago from their “boyfriends”. You would think that tourists from countries that have slavery would learn the local laws affecting it, but I get dozens of them every year. These four have bigger breasts than you normally like for practice slaves, and they are mid-20s, not teens, but to be honest, I’m having a bit of time selling them off due to their low English skills, but I suspect that will not matter for you and Sheila. I’ll cut you a deal on them. Try not to need any more dark ladies, goths aren’t volunteering much this time of year, and haven’t had a boyfriend sell off a “big titty goth girlfriend” in a while. One was sold by her mother, but she was quickly bought by a gaming group to be their mascot.
That would be a nice change. I haven’t killed an Asian girl in ages. Maybe from before the changes. And yes, it doesn’t matter that they don’t speak English, screams transcend language. I’ll keep in mind what you said about dark ladies. Even if they were readily available, training a new set would be a long process. Our current set is actually doing quite well. I just need to keep a closer eye on them, and maybe chastise them more often.
I keep forgetting that Isaac and maybe Sheila were a serial killers before they became some of my best customers. At least he has dropped plenty of hints about that. Meh, I’m not a cop, not my problem.
Vicky, go get those Japanese tourists that didn’t know the rules, please.
So, about these caged unholy beauties. Two of them look like they would be nice play toys. Not so sure about the short one.
Well, I’d like to sell them as a set. I can let you have all three for 10 grand, that’s a discount for the one with the C cup breasts.
Hmm. You say that Miss Fuller here is responsible for their capture?
Yes, she is. And, of course, she will get the normal bonus for a slave being selected to be a play toy of yours, assuming she approves of their use.
Ah, what does being a play toy mean? And why a bonus? Not that I’m going to turn it down, but I’d rather these girls do not get off with an easy life as some rich man’s arm candy. Chi Omega pissed me off last year. I was going to ask you if you could arrange them to have a harder than normal and shorter than normal life.
Oh, that’s not going to be a problem. You see, my wife and I like to take large breasted unholy women and slowly torture them to death. Well, actually, we watch while our Dark Ladies do it.
On hearing this, the three doomed girls started yelling about that's not they were for, they were sex slaves and pleading with Mr. West to not sell them to this horrible man.
Vicky, would you, please? They are starting to bother me. Taser them, then collar them and zap as needed. Don’t snuff them.
Vicky picks up the counter taser and rapidly stuns the protesting slaves. They are slave collared and Vicky gives them as warning zap, which causes the slaves to yelp and grab their collars, but it did silence them.
If you raise your voice again, I zap you once more. That was level 2. It goes to 11. Of course, 11 kills, so I might not, maybe, use that on you. Mr. West said not to, and what he wants generally goes here. But every time you make a noise, I’ll hit you again, one level higher than the one before.
Miss Fuller, the bonus money, is Isaac’s way of insuring that we get a constant stream of play toys. People are encouraged by the extra cash to bring in slaves that meet their criteria. I’ll grant that black hair isn’t one of his normal choices.
But Mr. West, look how her breast jiggle. They are obviously unholy. She’s ideal, apart from her hair, and we can do something about that before the main event.
To be honest, we normally don’t sell slaves to Isaac and Shelia unless the seller knows about what will happen to them and approves of it, and at least doesn’t care, which is more often the case.
Oh, I not only care, I want them slowly tortured to death. That’s the ideal outcome of this. Sir, is there any chance I can film their torture and death? You see, I’m a film student, and I’m a little at lost to see what I’m going to do to finish the film of their degradation. I really hadn’t thought about what to do after capturing them. Might have mixed in some of my nature film footage with them being fucked lesbian style, I don’t know. Having them being tortured to death would be a fine finish, and would be way out of my normal film box, which would make Ms. Grant happy. She shows a tendency towards liking violent films, that might help with my grade as well. She wears black a lot, she might be a mistress. Not really any of my business.
Of course, Miss Fuller, we normally stream most play times, but we can make an exception for this one, so you would have the only record of the event.
So, Miss Fuller, based on the sale price, you will get 5 grand, and it seems the film rights. Do you want that as a prepaid card, cash, or a bank transfer?
A card will do fine. When and where do we torture them?
Tomorrow night would be best for Sheila and me, and in Mr. West’s fine chamber of horrors is where. About nine?
I’ll be there.
Kim walked over to the stunned former Chi Omega sisters, who were laying in the bottom of the holding cage, moaning and trying to get their slave collars off.
You shouldn’t have sold my friend Rachel to that temple to have her heart cut out. I’m going to get as many of you sluts as possible converted and, hopefully, painfully snuffed. You three are just the start. Might not get anymore of your sister sluts with the movie trick, unless they are dumber than a box of rocks, which is possible. I’ve got a whole fraternity helping me with this. They didn’t care that Rachel’s tits were only an A cup, they really liked how good she was at sex. Plus several independents that liked her as well. Both boys and girls. Either your whole chapter is going to have to give up sex for the next few years, just in case they mess up and get their asses PPC, and stay on the straight and narrow, so they don’t violate any university rules, or, well, it’s sucks to be them. I might know some staff members and facility that will help with this. Rachel was quite popular, and not just because she was a sex kitten.
Oh, excellent, this will make this so much more fun. We’ll cut the heart out of the skinny one, after pulling her arms or legs out of their sockets on the rack. Would that be OK, Miss Fuller? The other two will get much longer lasting treatments, they being more in line with what I like in a play toy. If you have a chance, get a redhead or two next, ideally with unholy breasts or being tall. Those are our preferred toys.
Call me Kim, and yes, Chi Omega has several redheads, I’ll target some of them next. I’ll see you tomorrow here at nine. Ah, I need to ask, what do you mean by “unholy breasts”?
Oh, ones made by man, not by God.
Spellbook’s Torture Chamber, Saturday, 9:00 PM
Well, let’s start with the skinny one. Faith, tape her mouth shut so we don’t have to listen to her, then put her on the straight rack.
As you say, Daddy Isaac.
Make sure you have her tight, we are going to rip her arms and legs out of their sockets. Start when Kim tells you to. I think she wanted to film this all.
Yes, Isaac, I do. Pull that bitch apart.
You heard the lady, rip her arms and legs out.
Toni thrashed a bit, until she was stunned by a level 5 jolt from her collar. The subdued blonde was tied to the rack. Faith activated the motors.
I’ve set them for a quarter inch per minute. That should make for a nice, slow stretch.
Oh, yes, that will do nicely.
You understand that it’s unlikely that we will get both her arms and her legs out of socket. Once one goes out of socket, more pulling just tends to tear the flesh until the limb comes off. It’s like a pressure release valve. Normally, it’s the arms that come out first.
That’s ok. Let’s see which comes out first. Is that OK with you, Kim?
Oh, yes. If we weren’t planing on cutting her heart out, I would almost say, pull her until her arms came out and let her bleed to death. But it’s a much better idea to torture her for a while, then cut her heart out. I might need you to stop if I need to change film.
The ropes continued to tighten, at a slow but relentless rate. All the slack in her body was pulled out, and she began to attempt to thrash, but being on the rack made this a potentially hazardous endeavor. After a few moments of maximum tension, a popping sound was heard and Toni's left arm suddenly became longer by an inch or two. Shortly thereafter, her right also popped out of its socket. Faith turned off the rack's motors.
Well, if we pull her much more, all it’s going to do is actually rip her arms off. I can turn it back on if we want to do that, but if we do that, she will bleed out before we can cut her heart out.
Oh, let’s not do that. Take the blessed dagger and cut her heart out. Check to see if she is unholy. If she is unholy, sanctify her. It appears that she is unholy, but it’s possible for a maiden her age to have breasts as shapely as hers and the breasts be from God, not man. Open her up, but be careful. Don’t want her to bleed out before her still beating heart is ripped from her chest.
As you say, Daddy Isaac. I’ll be careful. And we know she’s not a maiden, that’s why she’ on the rack now. Do you want me to slice her nipples off first?
No, I don’t think we need to do that.
Faith took the Damascus steel dagger and sliced Toni's left breast open. She found, after only a small cut, that Toni had implants.
She is unholy. Are you sure you want to sanctify her?
Yes, of course.
With that, Faith carefully cut around the implant and then yanked it out of the hapless girl's chest and tossed it and the surrounding flesh into the biohazard bucket. She then repeated the procedure on her right breast.
She is pure again.
Then cut her heart out.
As you say.
With that, Faith, stabbed the razor sharp dagger into Toni's chest and began to cut a hole in her ribs. After a few moments work, she had an opening large enough for her to cut the blood vessels from the heart, and to reach in and pull the still beating heart from the dieing Chi Omega sister, who's main goal in life was to become a trophy wife.
Did you get that all on film, dear Kim?
Well, it’s a bit late if I didn’t, but yes, I got every gory detail.
Ah, yes, let us move on to the sable haired one. Restrain her in the holding frame and remove her hair,
Do you mean shave it off? I think the dagger is sharp enough for that, but I will need to work on the edge a bit. It got dulled a little on the short one’s ribs.
No, I mean that I want you to pull it out by the roots. I think you will find that wrapping strands around an iron bar, then pulling, will remove the offending hair quite nicely. You will need to crisscross the hair as you wrap it; otherwise it will come off the bar when you pull.
Do I want to know why you know this, Daddy Isaac?
This is not my first time with an unholy whose hair was incorrect and needed to be removed. Don’t try to get too much hair at once, if you do, the hair will break instead of being pulled out. The ideal size is a little smaller than a dime. The shorter the hair from the bar to the unholy’s scalp, the better. About an inch is best.
OK, I’ll keep that in mind. It may take a few tries to get it right.
Hearing her instructions, Faith selects a slight smaller than a dime spot on Courtney's scalp, wraps the hair from that spot around the iron bar until the bar is only an inch — inch and a half from the hapless sable haired girl's head, then pulls. There is some resistance at first, where the skin is pulled up from the skull, then after a few seconds, it gives way from the scalp and the strand are pulled from her head. Courtney moans in pain.
Excellent, dear Faith, now repeat that for the rest of her offensive hair. You may need to switch out every so often on the pulling duty with Kytte, as this can be a tiring operation, one that might take over an hour. Kim, you might not want to film all of this, just the start, some in the middle, then the finals. Unless you have unlimited film. Save the hair, ladies, we will donate it to one of those “Hair for Hope” charities. Are we going to need to gag her? I suspect she will be getting louder as time goes on.
As you say, I don’t think so, Daddy, but that really is Miss Fuller’s call, she’s the one with recording equipment. I like the sound of normies in pain, and a sorority girl is about as normal as they come. I understand this one has been a naughty girl, so what we do to her is righteous.
No, don’t gag her, she doesn’t seem to be that loud right now. I can edit the sound as needed. As far as film goes, I got a school grant for some film, so as long as we don’t go over 4 hours, raw time, I should be good. Seems that a donor to the film school gave them several hundred Super 8 with sound cassettes, and they haven’t had anybody ask for it before. I have to account for all the film, to show it was used for this project, but yeah, I’ve got a couple of hundred or so cassettes. I’ve gotten pretty fast at changing them, so film stoppages shouldn’t be a problem. I wish I had known about that before I started, I spent a lot of money on film. But I suspect Ms. Grant wanted to see that I could use it before she gave me a ton of film. Meh. The only problem I have is the acoustics in this room suck, but there isn’t much I can do about that. Might lean into it and have a “spooky” or “eerie” soundtrack for this section, to contrast to the crisp sound of the fucking. Reverb effects could be my friend.
The assault on Courtney's hair continued, with Faith and Kytte trading off after 20 or so strands being pulled out each. Courtney thrashed her head around, to try to stop the goths from pulling her hair out. The dark lady who wasn't actively pulling hair held Courtney's head still for the other. It was still a difficult and time-consuming procedure. After thirty minutes or so, Faith and Kytte had rendered the once long — hair sable beauty completely bald.
OK, Daddy, we are done. Now what?
Make her pure.
As you say. Kytte hold her still.
As Kytte held Courtney's torso still, Faith began to cut around Courtney's left breast, being careful to not rupture the implant. After a few moments, she made some incisions running from the cut around the edge to Courtney's nipple. After 8 such cuts were made, Faith peeled the breast like an orange. Courtney had been screaming during the whole procedure, but seemed to pass out when Faith started to peel her breast. Once the breast was opened, Faith reached in and pulled the implant out. Like the implants before it, it was tossed, along with the flesh peeled from her breast, into the biohazard bucket beside the torture table.
Wake her up. I don’t want her to miss the right.
Yes, Miss Kim, we normally do that, Kytte said as she popped a smelling salt capsule under Courtney's nose. The hapless now bald victim woke up with a jolt.
Now that wasn’t so bad, was it? Let’s do the other now. Kytte, you need some practice at sanctifying an unholy, why don’t you do this one?
As you say, Miss Faith.
With that, Kytte began the same procedure as Faith had done to Courtney's left breast on her right. About the time Kytte was pulling the 4th orange slice up, Courtney gave a jerk and fell back motionless. She did not respond to smelling salts. Faith listened to her with a stereoscope and heard nothing from either her lungs or her heart.
I think she died of shock. That’s too bad. I had plans for her. It wasn’t your fault Kytte, you did exactly what you were supposed to do. Don’t feel too bad if a normie took the easy way out.
I know, but after the problems with the garrote and that redhead, it seems likes I’m having bad luck keeping them alive long enough to have fun with them. I mean, I know I’m the best with the whip, but that’s not enough now, she never got to be kissed by the leather lover.
Oh, don’t worry about it Kytte, you are doing just fine. I’m not even mad this time, there will be no punishment. These things happen. That being said, I think we will play with this last one before we purify her. Save that for the big finish.
OK, Daddy, what do you want us to do to start with her?
Oh, let’s start simple, and just tie her to a pole and start to crush her unholy breasts. Tying her up would be an excellent example of Kinbaku-bi, even if her breasts are not from God.
As you say, Daddy, Isaac.
With that, Faith and Kytte attempted to tie Ale to the wooden post in the center of the room, but Ale struggled to get free. A rapid use of Faith's Strike Light in stun mode rendered the coed stunned long enough for the dark ladies to tie her to the post.
Do you want this to look good, or just make sure she can’t get away during the fun and games?
Kim? It’s up to you. This really is your project.
Oh, I don’t want her to look good in any way. Do a rough tie, but make sure that if she does slump over, she’ll start to choke.
As you say, Miss Kim.
Given those orders, a hemp rope was roughly tied around Ale's neck to the post. She was also tied around the waist and her feet were bound to the post as well. Once she was secured, Faith began to tie rope around Ale's breasts, tightening them so that the breasts started to swell.
Ah, excellent. Strike her unholy breasts with the thin whip, a hundred and fifty strokes in total should be a good start. That sounds like a good thing for Kytte to do, given that is her specialty. Try not to damage them too much, dear Kytte, but don’t hold back either.
As you say, Daddy Isaac, I will make her scream her lungs out. She will taste the kiss of her new leather lover.
Kytte started to whip Ale's breasts, striking one several times, then moving to the other. About every 5 lashes were directed directly at a nipple.
Where is Jasmin? I need her talented mouth!
I will call for her Daddy.
Thank you, Faith. Kytte, please continue while I await Jasmin. Hit her nipples more. She makes the most delightful sound when you do that.
As you say, Daddy Isaacs.
With that, Kytte returned to striking Ale with renewed vigor, aiming every other lash at the helpless girl's nipples. After about 50 lashes, Ale slumped over. Kytte stopped striking Ale's breast and landed a few across the blonde's belly, causing Ale to jerk upright.
No, you don’t get to choke yourself out, bitch. We have just started to play with your normie blonde ass. Faith, hit her with the flashlight of pain and suffering, on the maximum ouch setting, not the stun setting, a couple of times. Put it right in her naval, or better yet, that white girl “I’m so edgy” tattoo she has on her thigh.
How about one on each?
That sounds capital.
Ah, I hate to say this, but we might need to gag her, the acoustics in this room really suck, and her screams are overdriving the mic. She’s a lot louder than the other two were.
Ah, well, OK then. Faith, gag her with the big precious metal ball.
Faith went to the toy box and produced an oversized platinum ball gag. The size and material of the gag insured that over time, the victim would suffer more and more cramps of the jaw and possible damage to their teeth if she bit down on it. After gagging Ale, Faith pressed the Strike Light into the bound girl's navel and triggered it, followed by the same to her tattoo. Ale jerked and attempted to scream after each application of the Strike Light.
Much better. She’s still able to make some sounds, but not over driving the mic. Kytte, please continue, I believe you were up to 53.
Kytte started to whip Ale's breasts again, alternating between a nipple strike on each breast and a strike on the upper part of the breast.
OK, that’s 150 kisses from her lover, what next, Daddy Isaac?
Are there iron balls in the brazier? And if so, are they red-hot?
Yes to both questions. Like you need to ask.
Well, yes, some day I’ll find that you haven’t prepared well enough, dear Kytte.
Not likely. I remember what you did to Heidi when she didn’t have the room prepared.
Oh, foo, she was able to walk again in just a few days. I didn’t even break the skin on the soles of her feet. Anyway, pick up one of the iron balls with the tongs and press it into her right nipple. Hold it there until she passes out, or it stops being red-hot. I suspect she will pass out first. Once that is done, awaken her, then do the same to her left nipple.
Faith took the tongs and grabbed a 2-inch diameter red-hot iron ball from the brazier and pressed it into Ale's right nipple. As soon as it touched her flesh, she started to thrash around and attempt to yell. A thin stream of blood coming from her mouth indicated that she had broken at least one tooth on the platinum ball gag while thrashing about. A smell of cooking meat, then burning meat, then a faint smell of burning plastic filled the room. After about a minute of this, Ale, slumped over, starting to choke on the ropes around her neck.
Ah, if we didn’t need proof of her unholy status, the smell of the cursed breasts is a telltale sign. Wake her up so she doesn’t kill herself too soon.
Faith popped smelling salts under the tortured coed's nose, causing her to jerk upright again.
Don’t want you to miss out on the next, now, do we?
With that, Faith took a 2nd ball from the fire and pressed it into Ale's left nipple. The same smells filled the room again. Ale passed out much sooner this time. Kytte awoken Ale with the smelling salts, while Faith removed the ball from Ale's nipple. A lot of blood was coming from Ale's mouth, showing that the platinum ball gag had done its purpose, and she had broken several teeth during her struggles.
I think we are on the limit of what we can do to her and keep her awake with any ease. She does not seem to be able to handle pain very well. I’ll bet she screamed when she got that tattoo.
Well, before we move on, press an iron ball into her navel. Try to push it in far enough that it will stay in place. Thereafter, well, we will sanctify her, then proceed with her final torment. Miss Fuller, do you have any ideas on how she should die?
I hadn’t thought that far ahead. They have plenty of machines in here to kill a slut in this room. She’s been trying to choke herself out this whole time, why don’t we give Ale her wish and slowly hang her.
May I suggest we do a slow garrote on her? The girls need some practice on doing a slow one, and it doesn’t matter if she dies slightly ahead of time.
Well, that has its merits, but doesn’t have the cinematic appeal of having her body slowly swing back and forth. Hmm. Let’s hang the slut. Make sure she is awake when we raise her off the ground.
Well, we will do that, but first we must ball brand her navel and then sanctify her. Those are almost requirements when dealing with an unholy slut. Faith, her navel, please.
As you say. Maybe one a little smaller, that would have a better chance of staying in while we sanctify her.
You’re the expert, do as you see fit.
As you say, Daddy Isaac.
Faith selected a three—quarters inch oblong ball, and firmly pushed it into Ale's navel. As she expected, the smaller ball stuck to the burning flesh and stayed in place. Ale passed out again.
She really is a wimp. Remember that green-haired girl? She stayed awake until we cut her throat. Ah, they can’t all be cooperative. Do we wake her up when we sanctify her?
No, don’t bother, she will just pass out again. Do the brutal long cut method, not the like an orange cut. No sense in prolonging the sanctification of the unholy if they will miss most of it.
Faith nodded, and while Kytte held Ale steady, she made a single long cut across the top of Ale's left breast, spread it open, then reached in and pulled out the implant.
You were right. The ball burned part of it.
Of course, what else would that smell have been?
After throwing the burned and bloody implant into the biohazard bucket, Faith performed the same incision and removal of the implant on Ale's right breast. The tormented blonde moaned, but did not fully regain consciousness. The 2nd implant joined the other implants and flesh in the bucket.
OK, wake her up for the last time and take her to the gallows. We are going to use the hoist method, not the trap door method, as I don’t want to risk even the small chance that a short drop might break her neck.
As you say. We might need some help moving her from the pole to the gallows. Are you through with Jasmin?
Oh, yes, I came in her mouth quite a while ago. She might be the best cocksucker in Eastlake. Hmm. Need to enter her in one of those contests that the clubs seem to have from time to time. Of course, most of those are conversion traps, and she is already a slave. Need to think about that.
Ale was woken up using smelling salts and the three goths wrestled her up the stairs of the gallows, and put the rope around her neck. Ale didn't seem to understand what was about to happen to her, she just stood and moaned.
OK Miss Fuller, make sure you have a full cartridge, we are about to hang her. You do? OK, Faith, raise her up! It’s too bad she had such a low pain threshold, it would have been fun to play with her some more, maybe done something on the rack or maybe some strappado, that’s always fun. Ah, well, can’t have everything in life. It was still an enjoyable evening.
Faith pressed the button, causing the electric motor for the rope to start to spin slowly. After 5 seconds, Ale was up on her tiptoes. A few seconds more and she was off the ground. Faith stopped the motor once Ale was about a foot off the gallows floor. Ale tried, briefly, to grab the noose around her neck, but soon gave up and just hung down, as her face slowly turned red and her lips blue.
Push her a bit, so she swings.
As you say.
A few minutes passed.
OK, that’s all the film in that cartridge, and I think she’s dead. What do we do with the bodies?
Oh, Mr. West has a biohazard clean up team that comes by around midnight on most Saturdays. If it was a little earlier, or earlier in the week, we would take them to the holding cold room. Other people that snuff a slave get some of their money back by selling the slave as meat, but that’s too much of a hassle, so Shelia and I just let Mr. West and his crew take care of the debris. A fine evening, even if the main course would not cooperate. I hope you do well with this film. I’d like a screening of it when you have finished editing.
As you say, Mr. Barton.
Epilogue: Six Month Later, the LA Independent Film Festival.
You’re much more formally dressed tonight than you were last year.
Well, to be honest, Ms. Grant, I didn’t really think my first bunny film had any chance of winning. “Revenge, A Chi Omega Story” has a real chance of winning. It did win the Southwest Student’s Film contest.
Well, I can’t say that I disagree with you. Your bunny film was cute, but cute doesn’t win awards. Edgy does, and Revenge is nothing if not edgy. I understand your war with Chi Omega is going well.
Yes, it is going well. I hope to close out the chapter by the end of next year.
Do you intend to end all the members?
No, just enough that the other members will quit in fear for their freedom, if not their lives.
Yes, I think they are leading in conversions, even over Tri-delta this semester. Best of luck to you, both for your film and your war.
And the nominees for best independent film of the year are:
Kiss and Giggle, Edge of the Wild, Revenge: a Chi Omega story, Beneath the Silent Crypt, and Shadows of Tomorrow
And the winner is… Revenge: a Chi Omega story
Kim comes on the stage.
I would like to thank Ms. Jaclyn Grant for her support during the making of this film, Lee McLaughlin for his donation of film and supplies to the Eastlake University film studies department and my father, Ryan Fuller, for not converting me when I failed AP chemistry. I would like to honor the memory of Rachel Wilkes, the reason this film was made. If it had not been for her untimely sacrifice to the Dark Lord, I would have made another duckies and bunnies film, and would not be standing here today.
Miss Fuller? My name is Ashlyn Kerr, and I’m responsible for the Eastlake branch of The Torture Channel. I was quite impressed with your work and editing. I’d like to offer you a paid internship as a cinematographer at TTC.
You know I have another semester to go before I graduate, right?
That’s why it’s an internship, not a job. I’ve already spoken to Ms. Grant about this, and it would be a work—study position. Once you graduate, assuming you don’t fuck up too badly, we will offer you a full-time paid position.
Oh. This is a bit much for me to take in right now. Can I get back to you in a couple of days on this?
Of course, but don’t take too long. This offer has a one-week shelf life. There are other talented films students, granted not with multiple awards to their name.
Two weeks Later, The Torture Channel HQ, Eastlake.
Miss Fuller?
Yes Ms. Kerr?
I have your first assignment. We just bought about half of the pledge class of the Tri-delta sorority of Eastlake University. We’de like you to work on their torture and snuffing, please. This should be a 6-week-long show.
I’d be honored. Obviously, I would have preferred Chi Omega, but any sorority sluts from the university being tortured to death is a good thing. When do I start?
Be at sound stage three at eight tomorrow morning. We will work on getting you set for a sequel to “Revenge” as soon as possible.
I think I’d like that.
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