REALITY MOVIE 2035 – 2 by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: REALITY MOVIE 2035 – 2

Published: 28.12.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones, NC, Gore

Warning: Readers are forewarned they may find some or even many elements of this story deeply disturbing.

Reality Movie 2035 – 2

In The Disturbingly Near Future

CHAPTER FOUR — THE CHAIN GANG

Carly had been one of the most productive young waitresses Joe had ever had work at his diner, appropriately named “The Chain Gang”. It was located at a major busy truck stop on the southern Mississippi interstate. She worked hard at the tables, wearing her personal chains, serving more customers more efficiently than any two other waitresses.

Joe had the busiest diner among the dozen at that stop, because he knew what kind of atmosphere his customers wanted, and he provided it for them. The B&D theme he had adopted brought them in, and the elevated ramp from the elevated kitchen displayed his enchanting young waitresses well.

They were naked and had to walk in their spike-heeled shoes, their ankles hobbled with an eight-inch chain between their padded ankle cuffs, giving the customers waiting for their food a great show. The ladies of the Chain Gang were in demand, and business was good.

The girls worked topless, and wore a heavy four-inch chain between their nipple rings, drawing their full mammaries together in the most provocative manner. Ranging in age from thirteen to nineteen, these girls were usually pregnant, because in their hourly back-room activities, they were ridden bareback, with no protection. It was good for business.

Customers could also rent little whips to use on the kneeling girls as they fucked them. Joe only hired girls with a full rack. With their string of back-to-back pregnancies, they came fresh regularly in milk production, and with the connecting chain through their ringed nipples joining them, their fat breasts bulged beautifully with the tips drawn closer together.

These young waitresses all wore shiny red leather belts, because although they were worn so low that they revealed two inches of the crease between their buttocks, the tiny garments were so short that they hid nothing of the lower buttock fold nor their cleanly shaved pubic mounds with the protruding lips.

The spiked weight that swung between their knees, hanging by a pair of chains from rings in their pierced labia, forced the gorgeous ladies to move with their knees spread, making walking in their spike-heeled shoes even more provocative. The weights they wore had started out being a lead ball, to tug the pierced inner cuntlips out by stretching them downward.

Joe had watched his girls walking the ramp, with loaded food trays lifted high, and realized the sensuous rubbing of the weight on their legs could be much more productive if it scratched them when their gorgeous legs were too close together. Spikes on the balls would force a much more interesting posture in their spiked-heel shoes.

He had all of the weights altered with the addition of a dozen long sharp spikes, and his regular customers were delighted with the improvement in the erotic appearance of the young ladies serving them caused by their response to the spikes. With these attractive and skilled waitresses, The Chain Gang was one of the most popular diners for a meal, a beer, and a quick back-room fuck, usually of a little girl, which was the standard break from driving in that part of Mississippi.

You would have to go all the way to Memphis to get anything better and have to pay a lot more to boot. The girls Joe employed were either the product of brothels, born to prostitutes or of diners like his, with their mothers working both the tables and the back rooms.

He also hired a few pretty young wetbacks, since none of them had papers, they fucked like mink and often were pale enough that they looked like real white folks. Joe had to know girls were without ties before making a hire so that he would never be hassled by an old boyfriend or a relative.

It was surprising how upset some people became when a girl they knew well was discovered working in such a demeaning role in his business establishment. His customers were men who worked hard and liked to play hard, using beautiful young fully subjugated nude girls for their fun, so that no rules applied.

Diners like The Chain Gang with a quick fuck and an optional extra made that possible. Whenever he hired a girl in her early teens who applied, Joe first asked some very specific questions about ties, including why and when she ran away from home if that was where she came from, as most did.

He also had developed some hidden meaning questions to discover whether or not the youngster he wanted to work nude at his truck stop was traceable. When he was confident the girl was not, she had a chance at getting a job with him. The last thing he needed was meddlers with emotional ties to his employees.

He had little concern for a girl’s actual age, as it was appearance that counted. If a girl said she was thirteen and she looked as if that could be true it was good enough for him. He had once added a ten-year-old in his chain who had just started to sprout her little titties when he hired her, so looked like she could be twelve.

With her breasts starting to form, Joe considered the girl’s inner gonads could be maturing early as well, and he watched her form closely as she worked the customers’ cocks. True to form, the precocious little cunt got herself knocked up within a couple of months. She was just a fucking spic, but his customers didn’t seem to mind, her little cunt was tender.

The kids he interviewed were usually not legal, and had no papers, either because they were born in brothels or because they were Mexicans or worse, chinks. It meant nothing to him, and the Hispanics were usually the hottest fucks anyway, better than the white trash he could collect,

They required little training because most of them had been copulating with family and older street friends since before they turned four. The Spanish and blacks had left a legacy of hot blood, and because of the white American blood in their veins, the kids who didn’t look like they had just stepped out of the jungle were interesting and had a chance.

Joe was a fair employer and had no biases. Chinks, spics, niggers, they were all the same to him. The girls who worked in establishments like Joe’s were what he liked to call full-time employees. They worked ninety-eight hours per week, by putting in fourteen straight hours every day of the week and weekends.

They lived on premises, sleeping in shifts on bunks, eliminating the loss of time for commuting, and reducing the chance a valuable young cuntlet might bolt. He provided monitory services for them, maintaining, he told them, a personal bank account for each employee.

CHAPTER 5

Joe bought the girls he owned everything he thought they needed, and without access to shopping, they did not need to have direct access to their earnings. Joe’s system worked well for everybody. Everything the girls earned went directly into Joe’s business account, and he kept a loose tally of the value of each girl’s earnings, except when he was too busy or forgot to write them down, which was always the case.

He provided everything they might need and kept them happy by running a movie on the bunkhouse DVD player just after each change of shift. There was a cot in the dormitory for every three employees, which was quite a luxury, since there were always two of them working at any given time because the diner was open twenty-four-seven. It never closed, and it was always busy.

Carly, like all the other waitresses, also worked the back room, whichever of the three that was available, and did so more effectively than the other girls, giving customers fifty bucks. quickies, their term for a ten-minute fuck after their meal. Each room was equipped with a single cot, a mattress, and a sheet.

There was no need for blankets or pillows since the standard position for a girl being ridden was on her hands and knees. The sheet was perpetually stained with semen, menstrual blood, and sometimes streaks of offal from girls anally fucked, and they were kept relatively fresh by being changed once a week.

The girls got to get twenty percent of the money they earned, which Joe put directly into his bank account. Carly was the most fertile of Joe’s girls, bearing children for unknown fathers at the rate of one every ten months. She never had to worry about keeping a sprog, as they were sold to a kiddie farm, which was a great source for fresh young girls.

All of the girls working the diner were pregnant most of the time because Joe had no use for infertile girls, and if one went more than two months without some customer’s seed taking, he sold her rights to one of the few other diners not interested in bulging bellies on their nude waitresses.

The girls at The Chain Gang almost always worked customers on their hands and knees, mounted from behind in either their vaginas, rectums, or throats. There was no time to do a butt douche before a quickie, but that didn’t matter much, because the guys liked getting their dribbling dicks sucked clean after a deep, satisfying colon fuck.

The girls’ rectums were usually dirty when they sat on the bed to do the oral clean-up, but they only made small brown smears, and the next customer in usually understood, and avoided that moist spot. Once it dried it was not an issue, as it was invisible due to so many such shit or blood spots or blotches.

Joe’s girls earned a big bonus if they would agree to deliver their infants in a special performance for approved clients. These shows were a big draw and brought in substantial additional revenue. Carly was one of the best at everything she did and had no moral restraints on what she did for customers.

Since joining, his staff at the age of thirteen, the age of consent without parental agreement because she was now officially a teen, capable of making decisions for herself. She had produced seven children on stage, all of them girls thanks to gender-adjusting hormones she took, a requirement of her contract.

Most of Carly’s deliveries had been done with her sitting on the vinyl-topped kitchen table, her legs spread and her wrists tied to an overhead pipe to keep her from interfering with the natural birthing process, or imposing herself on the emerging infant’s struggle for life.

Sometimes one of the half dozen customers who paid big time to witness the show on the kitchen table would help, and if the delivery was taking too long to start, the fourteen-year-old boy Joe had hired as a dishwasher would get one of his rubber gloves up into the girl’s womb, poking and wiggling a finger in her cervix to get things started. It always worked.

Once Carly was required to deliver her baby on her hands and knees before a small group of patrons, and that time the infant’s legs came first. The young dishwasher and a customer had grabbed the protruding legs, and as it was pulled out, they saw her cord was tightly wrapped around the infant girl’s neck.

They disentangled it in time to save for Joe another valuable little squealing asset. After delivery, Joe always gave the new mother a couple of hours off before resuming her shift, enough time to watch a movie. He always promised to pay them overtime for the rest of the day and never had to do that.

Joe’s audience became more and more diverse at the truck stop, which because of its special nature attracted a far wider range of clients than truck drivers. There were as many Mercedes and Cadillacs as semis on the parking lot at any time of the day or night. All of the diners at this major stop had adopted Joe’s style of business.

The half-dozen babies born each week were sold as complete profit to the kiddie farm, where they were raised to the age of seven, at which point they could legally become sexually active and move to the Toy Store, where the little girls could be fucked with the signed consent of a parent.

Joe would sign for them, calling himself the child’s legal guardian. This worked fine because nobody ever asked. These little girls were all single-parent kids, and their mothers, all of them nude waitresses in one of the diners at the stop, readily signed consent forms allowing them to fornicate with strangers.

This was a choice that increased their income, at least on paper, because all revenues were deposited for safekeeping in Joe’s business account. The children did not work in the diners, but instead at a special facility at the end of the huge parking lot known as The Toy Store, which Joe owned, a place that attracted even more clients than The Chain Gang.

If the child was beautiful at the age of three, she would move from the nursery to what he called his Kindergarten, where she would be prepared to work in the Toy Store when she reached the age of seven. She was kept busy fucking pedophiles, and if she was not attractive at three she would be eligible for a quiet sale to a private buyer on the underground market.

With no birth certificate, her rights could be made available to whoever claimed her, for the right price, with no need for any paperwork. As far as the American Government was concerned, these children didn’t exist, meaning anyone could own them, and dispose of them at will.

There was a big market for little girls without strings attached on the massive underground market, and Joe knew how to work it. For the right client, Joe would make an exception and sell full rights to a truly beautiful little girl, but most of those he kept to work in the Toy Store until she was old enough to work nude wearing shackles in his diner.

Twice a year a buyer for a numbered company would come around to check on what was available in the Toy Store. He would examine the current stock in the Kindergarten, even check out the nursery, and make a few purchases with an offer too good to refuse. Joe had known and done business with this buyer, selling sexy little girls for years.

The company he represented used attractive children as young as three in their string of black market sex circuses, setting up in rented warehouses and moving every two weeks to stay ahead of the law. The little girls would be trained to perform naked engaged in sexual acts with well-endowed men as well as with a variety of animals, or to perform obscene dances with a long thick rubber toy for mixed audiences.

CHAPTER 6

The Toy Store was fronted with a real toy store, tended to by a matronly woman, but its inventory was just for show. The male clients went behind a curtain and then down a narrow staircase to where the real action took place, Joe’s special kiddie brothel that brought him a great additional income.

The woman in front had no idea what went on downstairs, and she knew better than to ask. Joe was a man of many diverse tastes, and when he was in the mood, he would take the woman into the back room and rape her, just for the chance to prove his total mastery over her.

In the basement facility, his select clients could enjoy a secluded sexual encounter with a little girl between the ages of seven and twelve, depending upon their personal taste, or they could also join in a group session in the facility’s large photo studio. well-stocked with a variety of naked little girls and teen boys on Viagra.

In these sessions the well-trained children, either single or in active pairs, could be photographed in obscene and debasing acts, or simple groin-spread poses, sometimes inserting toys into their little rectums or vaginas. Cameras were provided which never left the studio.

The boys, all in their mid-teens, were recruited from a junior high school and performed as naked as the girls. All of these keen lads sported permanent Viagra-enhanced erections, and they used them with a vigor only youngsters could manage. They were able, through the use of select steroids, to regenerate semen quickly, so that they could cum twice and sometimes three times in an hour, which they continued for a full shift.

The photographers would often require the boys to withdraw from her cunt or anus, turn her and cum on a girl’s face. They would also be instructed to ejaculate into her mouth, getting lots of great closeups of the spurting action, as well as the either eager or more often look of repulsion.

When a girl was facially spunked, another little girl would be recruited to get her cunt onto the messed face to smear the boy’s facial cream around. The naked little girls thought this was great fun, and would regularly sniff the cum collected in a spread cuntlet into their nostrils, and then sneeze it out onto the bare tummy of the girl above her.

The studio also had a collection of large hounds, most of them short-haired and ungainly until they mounted a small girl and drilled her cuntlet with full penetration of their long canine cocks. Some of the photographers insisted the dog mount the girl to fuck her anus, and those with the longest penises were used for that approach.

Others wanted to photograph a naked little girl sucking off a dog, and those who had girls take an anal fuck then wanted to get shots of her taking a face fuck to clean the dog’s shit-smeared shaft. All of the girls hated that, but the sport was not designed for their pleasure.

The photographers’ images could later be downloaded from a secure site by the client, who was issued a code specific to the photos he had taken. These photos were also posted to a special pay site in Russia, where such sexual activity featuring minors was as illegal as anywhere, but was never prosecuted.

With each passing year, the value of human life seemed to be diminished, particularly with the growing popularity of reality television and such government-sanctioned programs as televised entertainment executions, popular even with general taxpayers, because they diminished the cost, or running prisons.

It was never revealed that the executions of young females, all presented with the victims naked, were not of prisoners or convicts, but instead of innocent young girls specially selected for their youth and beauty, teen girls who had never been convicted of anything.

An attractive girl or child with pluck, good erotic movement, and a passable figure could be sold to a discrete client in a transaction that might be quite profitable for the seller. Obtaining the fresh young cuntlets was cheap, and by assuring volume, the dealer could get a good discount.

The buyers were almost always recruiters, most of them working for the motion picture industry, with its new standards, but it was also common that these young girls were publicly executed on television not for a crime, but because the producers had bought her rights.

With the success of his business, Joe had a waiting list of eager young applicants hoping to become Chain Gang waitresses, all aged eleven to thirteen, naïve girls anxious to get in on the action, and all were ready to start on short notice. He accepted applications from girls as young as nine.

He always let the younger girls know it might take some time for them to be accepted. Or, if he was turned on by them, they could be invited to start the next day. The standard audition more resembled a rape, but the girls were willing to do anything to get to be accepted.

Most applicants did not have parental consent, and without it would be unable to accept full duties, including the profitable backroom prostitution and subsequent birthing shows, until their thirteenth birthday. Joe covered this minor inconvenience by having his lawyer assign him as their legal guardian.

This position made it legal for him to use them as he wished, pimping pretty little girls as young as seven, as he regularly did, supplying them to his valued and fussy clients. He even had a surgeon on retainer who would re-seal their little hymens, making them virgins again, to be used as such for profit.

Once the vagina was re-sealed, he could rent a single little girl up to a dozen times for the lucrative cherry-popping evenings. Joe was an astute businessman and knew how to milk every dollar possible out of the use of the vaginas, rectums, and throats of pretty little girls.

The modernization of antiquated laws regarding minors and sex cleaned up a lot of harmful practices where children, who had been commonly hooking up with schoolmates and openly practicing sex at parties, were now abused by pimps working outside the law, the young self-centered and enterprising men who were lone rangers.

These egocentric male youth in striped T-shirts and tight jeans, most of them niggers, chinks, or spic wetbacks, had no idea that the adorable, cuddly young girls they controlled had mature attitudes toward sex that unfortunately put them in harm’s way by removing any protection by the law.

Now that little kids could legally fuck for profit, as thousands of them did in Los Angles, it meant that decent businessmen like himself could protect them in respectable sex businesses while both he and girls right up to their teenage years in his employ could make good money, simply by doing what came naturally, which was fucking their brains out.

By providing free accommodation, food, and exercise in the confines of their fuck-pads and, no outside trips, all of the money that that was owed to the young ladies belonged to Joe. He was their banker and held their money in trust. Trust was, in this matter, simply a figure of speech, and had nothing to do with the reality on the ground.

Joe was profiting handsomely from the newfound freedom of his food and sex enterprise at the interstate truck stop, along with the business end of his kiddie-fuck Toy Store safely located out of sight of the law, underground. His profits came at the expense of the never-paid pretty young cuntlets who worked for him.

CHAPTER 7 — THE MOVIE EXTRAS

Because of her age, Carly was becoming as much a liability as an asset for Joe, and he was actively considering moving her out of his business to make a place for a fresher girl, a buxom and beautiful thirteen-year-old, one who had years of training for back-room work and who was eager to have the already elongated nipples on her large breasts, and her labia fitted with the rings and chains so that she could get started as a Chain Gang girl.

It was just at that point that the perfect opportunity presented itself by which Joe could profit handsomely from Carly’s removal from his service. He could effectively sell her in what would be considered a legitimate recruiting activity, and make some extra useful money by also selling a couple of her pretty little daughters to the same recruiter, who was looking for teen girls and their daughters.

A talent scout for a motion picture production company who had often used The Chain Gang as a resource was actively recruiting, and Joe heard that she needed to obtain several quality young cunts and their daughters. Although Carly was slightly above the age range he had hoped for, he had also mentioned he was interested in some girls who were visibly pregnant.

Joe was confident he could swing it, by providing some additional girls who were below the age range and also were in full belly, at eight and a half months. The younger pregnant ones were always a hit. In addition, Carly was nearly five months along with her eighth pregnancy for him, and starting to show quite well.

Outrageous Productions was recruiting extras for a new reality feature, a period piece that was going to be shot in the area. The shooting title of the film, a Western set in 1896, was Outrage Reservation, and the company was preparing to do a central scene for the film which was to be a bloody massacre of naked Indian maidens.

They planned to disguise white girls as young Indian squaws by first getting them a deep tan, add some judicious makeup, mix them with some real Indian girls for the close shots, and shoot them in a real, totally genuine massacre, which was exactly what Reality Movies were all about.

In the script, a group of ranchers and their hands were planning to clear land that was an Indian reserve but was favorable land for grazing their cattle. They had objected strongly to the Indian Treaty because there would be at the reservation, and determined to clear the land of the people.

Once the massacre was completed, there would be no further claims on the land, because there would be no more Indians left, so it would revert to the government, and they could homestead it just as many others had done back before the Civil War. All they had to do was to separate and kill all the warriors and then slaughter their squaws.

According to the script, the ranchers would lure the Indian men off the reservation, hiring them to attack, scalp, butcher alive, and then kill all of the white women working at the whorehouse in a local town. Although that scene would be shot after the Indian massacre scene, it would be seen in the movie first, providing the rationale for the Indian women being alone and unguarded in their village.

For the squaws and their daughters’ massacre scene the company’s recruiters were gathering two hundred women and children, tanning them and dying their hair and giving them makeup to make them look like squaws, and getting them out of their clothes and into a teepee village they’d assembled.

According to the script, while the men were gone on their sortie, the ranchers and their men would stampede the young squaws and their little girls, all of them buck naked, out into the open grassland with mounted horsemen, and massacre them, filling them with meat-blasting lead from their trusty Winchester repeating rifles.

“Outrage Reservation” was to be an epic Reality Movie because of the number of deaths, and containing something for everybody. The whore house scene was to satisfy the terror, horror, and gore fans, the raid on the village and massacre of the women and children was to provide incredible brutality.

The staged massacre was going to be an extended scene of epic proportions, with two hundred extras, all of them naked females as targets, and that same scene would also introduce pretty naked little girls as targets for slaughter in Reality Movies for the first, but certainly not the last, time.

To create a legal precedent for displaying the terminal brutalization of children for entertainment and profit, Outrageous Productions visited Japan during the summer, and a crew showed up at a large community fountain and wading pool where children six years old and younger commonly play nude in the water.

They arrived at night in a service van and were dressed as workmen as if they were there to do regular maintenance on the fountain. Instead, they offloaded a Bobcat fitted with a large hydraulic crane and installed a concrete log, specially placed near the top of the sculptured fountain that was consistent with the general design of the central feature of the water park.

The next day was Sunday when the public park was always very busy on hot days. The sun shone brightly, and at noon two middle-aged American men, dressed as tourists, showed up in shorts and flip-flops, both of them shirtless, wearing sunglasses, and armed with small point-and-shoot cameras with 4K capability.

The park was very busy with naked children romping and splashing in the wading pool, their mothers watching them from the shade, and dozens of men with telephoto lenses on their still and video cameras standing against a fence, collecting photos and video of the nude children for their private collections, and to share on the internet.

The two men from the American film company joined the men in making a video featuring the bare cuntlets of the kiddies, giving particular attention to several little girls aged two to six who were frolicking at the base of the fountain. They were having a great time and had no concerns about their nudity.

Not all of the nude kiddies were housebroken, and several times they squatted to pee. Some of the naked little girls up to five years of age would also squat on the fountain’s ledge, to poop into the shallow water. The mothers made shocked faces for the show, but it was clear they thought it was adorable.

Japan had some very interesting customs as a first-world country so recently emerged from the third world. The vagina of a woman or a man’s penis and testicles could never be shown in their highly developed pornography industry, but nakedness and public deification by nude children were entirely acceptable.

When the two American men among the group of Japanese voyeurs had got more than 20 minutes of video from the distance using their long lenses, they moved into the sunshine and gradually got closer to the children. The many little girls and few boys were oblivious to the intense interest in their play and the open display of their genitalia. They were too busy having fun keeping cool in the water with their active frolicking.

The men entered the pool with its big fountain along one side, wading very slowly in the foot-deep water, and in less than five minutes had, without attracting attention, moved to within a few feet of the children, when a mother approached them, cautious but wanting to intervene in the overt capturing of her daughter’s immodesty.

This kind of undisguised voyeurism was always present at this and other Japanese fountains where naked children frolicked but was always done from a discrete distance. These two men were foreigners, not Japanese, and their growing erections in their tight spandex shorts were now conspicuously firm.

The woman, who was about twenty-one, was wearing a light summer frock with a short skirt, and because of the heat, no underwear. This was evident because of the clinging nature of the revealing dress, low cut in the front and even lower cut in the back, and with a slit up each side to her waist.

The light fabric clung beautifully to her skin, and there were no lines of elastic, which is always present with underwear beneath clothing. Other than the immodest dress, this beautiful young Japanese mother was stark naked. She began assertively scolding the men, making a scene at the otherwise calm pool.

As she arrived, wading in the water near the children, one of the white men brought out his cell phone, used a speed dial to select the device holding the log in place, and when he judged the moment to be right hit the number seven. This was well-planned, and his timing was perfect.

CHAPTER 8

As a direct result of his action, the single catch holding the concrete log in place opened, and the huge heavy cylinder of concrete rapidly rolled down the sloped edge of the fountain, ready to wreak havoc on the naked children and the young woman directly below.

The little girls were right in line with the heavy descending log, as was the mother who had entered the water. The men, knowing its trajectory, were safely to one side, and both were fully engaged in documenting what was happening with their video cameras, and they missed none of it.

With the horrible accident clearly on the verge of happening, nobody noticed that both of the shirtless American men were ejaculating, and their sperm was pumping through the thin porous material of their shorts and splashing into the water. It was the combination of the raw nakedness and the impending scene of blood and gore that excited them.

The immense concrete log took less than three seconds to reach the naked little girls, who were oblivious to what was happening. The mother was not. She saw it rolling rapidly down toward her daughters and those of others and was helpless to do anything but scream out in horror at the unbelievable accident that was unfolding before her slit eyes, which were opened to nearly round.

The log did the work designed for it. Within an hour the quickly edited video was up on Youtube.com, and within another hour it had gone completely viral before being jerked off the site. In that first hour, two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand watched the children being crushed, literally flattened by the rapidly rolling cement log.

The viewers could hardly believe what they saw. They had watched bug-eyed as the log, after crushing the naked little girls, bounced off the granite deck of the fountain and caught the Japanese woman at chest level, knocking her over and pinning her to the bottom of the foot-deep wading pool.

It was just deep enough that the woman, pinned to the bottom, her chest partially crushed, thrashed her arms and legs in desperation as water filled her nose, screaming mouth and throat.
The American filmmakers caught excellent shots of her short skirt rising well above her hips, and the gaping slot in her trimmed pubic mound.

Within seconds of the video being removed, it appeared again with another name, and because of a couple of carefully selected keywords, more than half a million viewers caught it in the next hour. YouTube’s statistics revealed most of the viewers hit the pause and repeat buttons.

Their internal statistics system revealed that three-hundred-and-fifty-thousand trollers spent from the moment they found the three-and-a-half minute video until it was once again removed in watching the devastation to the crushed naked little girls and the woman. The tough work of a concrete log on human flesh was fascinating.

The heads of the children were now squished to only a couple of inches thick but twice as wide as normal, their little bodies were so severely crushed that their viscera dangled out of splits in their bellies and sides, and the bones in their little limbs were all broken. The water was a light pink, but the running fountain cleared most of the blood from the scene quickly.

The men shooting the video slowly panned across the laid-open little human frogs, with even their innards fully displayed in the bright sun. The slaughter was masterfully executed, and the video was replaced so often that YouTube became much slower at removing it when they saw the incredible stats it created for them.

Within twenty-four hours the number of hits had exceeded 1.2 billion, an all-time record for the video-sharing service. By the incredible demand, people around the world who represented the general market for Hollywood movies had proven the world was ready for such carnage to little girls.

The bloody mayhem represented in the made-for-youtube video was produced exclusively to prove the point it so eloquently did. Violent kiddie porn had grown up and was ready for the real world. People could handle it. With the demand so well shown, the moral question was irrelevant.

People wanted it, and Hollywood was ready and able to provide it in amazingly gross detail. Most compelling of all was that in no country were lawsuits filed, either against Youtube.com or against the anonymous producers and posters of the outlandishly graphic news video.

Because Outrage Reservation was to be a reality film, and they all knew what that meant, the young ladies being considered for the high-risk job of extras were told that the horsemen would be using both blanks and live rounds, which qualified the applicants as being fully informed.

The plan to hit only about forty of the two hundred extras, they were told, provided an eighty percent survival rate, give or take, depending upon how the bullets flew. It was not mentioned that nobody would be counting shots or hits during the hectic action, nor assessing the damage done to the naked females.

What the gullible gorgeous young ladies were told was that this kind of survival rate was very good in the Reality Movie business, considered low risk by many, and that similar Reality Movies were everywhere. They were given to believe that for most participants it would be fairly safe.

Another group of ladies hired to play the white and black whores to be scalped, butchered then slaughtered, would have only about a two percent chance of survival, and therefore they would earn no salary, but instead be given a monstrous million-dollar payout should they be the ones to survive.

As dangerous as this Indian squaw massacre scene was for the recruited ladies, even knowing that a few of them would die, the attraction for them was that they would be in a real movie, and the producers guaranteed their names would be in the credits, stating they had knowingly died for the good of the movie.

Their base pay for the real and fake squaws was to be two hundred dollars. for the day of the shoot, four hundred dollars. danger pay because of the 20% chance of accidentally being shot, full medical coverage should it, on the off chance, become necessary, and survivor pay of one thousand dollars. for each woman and girl not shot. That came to a total of one-thousand-six hundred dollars. for a day’s work! Easy money for taking a small risk.

In addition, if their participating progeny survived, a woman would make the same for each child she consented to allow to participate in the film. For these young mothers, ranging in age from thirteen to twenty-one, this was very big money. There was extra money if a girl was conspicuously pregnant.

However, there would be no additional survivor pay in the case where a woman or girl was carrying a baby in her belly. Only fully birthed at the time of signing children qualified for payment. There was, on the other hand, a bonus for any girl who managed to give birth during the filming.

Joe presented the opportunity to four of his girls, starting with his oldest, Carly, and told them he would release them from their contracts with him, and permit them to take with them on the shoot up to two of their daughters, if they wanted extra money. Only one of the girls declined, not because of the danger but because she was always shy around cameras.

She did, however, sign consent papers for three of her five daughters to participate, even though Joe insisted he would be the one to decide which three. Carly readily agreed to the deal, and Joe collected a recruiting fee of six thousand dollars, which was five hundred dollars, for each mother and daughter, he sold to the recruiter.

Carly selected her seven-year-old and her three-year-old daughters, both of them strikingly beautiful and agile children. Joe reluctantly agreed with her choices. The best-looking kids were always the most valuable to him, but he was willing in this case to give these two up to get Carly off his staff.

The market for girls her age was drying up, so he was willing to take what he could get for her. Carly believed that, if they all survived, she would be able to make more money with these two than with any of the others she had produced. Both girls had been at the top of their seduction class at the nursery.

They had learned how to move and posture provocatively, to get the cocks of men watching them rise to full pulsing erection, and the older girl had learned how to fuck like a mink, extracting the semen from a man’s penis quickly and with passion. Like their mother, both little girls would make ideal subjects for the film sequence.

THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT