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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: REALITY MOVIE 2035 – 3
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 – 3
In The Disturbingly Near Future
CHAPTER 9 — CONVERSION TO INDIANS
It was only a week later when Carly was called to Joe’s office. One of his burly talent handlers was present, waiting for instructions from the boss. Joe spoke, and Carly had the rings removed from her nipples and labia and said goodbye to her friends at the Chain Gang diner.
She was wearing real outside clothing for the first time since she had become a full-time employee at the eatery eight years earlier, she and her selected daughters, wearing clothes for the first time, boarded the film company’s bus. They joined other recruits, along with several from other diners at the site, and left behind the busy truck stop forever.
Joe promised to look after Carly’s savings account and final pay for her work in the front and the back room of his diner until after (well after) she got herself settled. He told her the pay for the day of filming would get her started, and when she found a place she should call him. Carly trusted Joe completely. He had been the one to hire her ‘way back when she had turned seven and had taken good care of her ever since.
He had taken her into his back room to show her how to properly fuck men, how to please them while draining their balls of sperm in her little colon, womb, or throat, and how to hurt a man who got out of control, in extreme situations only, by hitting his most vulnerable place hard.
She learned the value of an unexpected violent upward blow between his legs to the testicles in calming a man down, although it proved to have the reverse effect at first. In just two days she was ready to go to work in the Toy Store, at the tender age of seven, pleasing men who liked to fuck little girls.
When she turned thirteen she had become a waitress at his diner, naked except for the chains required for the Chain Gang servers, and she very quickly became pregnant by being ridden bareback in the diner’s back rooms. Usually, all she had to do was sit on the table with her manacles off so her legs could be spread and her arms tied to an overhead pipe. This prevented her from using her hands to help the baby out, but always some of the customers helped.
Once it was different, and quite sexy because she had to be on her hands and knees on the table to deliver. That was quite tough because the baby’s legs came out first, but when some of the men grabbed the kid’s legs and pulled it came out alright. Her cord was wrapped around its neck, but they got it off in time.
Joe had taken care of all her babies by putting them into the nursery, and she had earned extra money when he let her deliver her babies on a table in the special room for just a few high-paying guests. He told her she had enough socked away in her special account to be nearly rich when she would finally strike out on her own.
Carly had no idea what she would do after the dangerous Reality Movie shoot, but the first order of business was to become a survivor of the mass shooting. Odds were good that her children would survive as well. Things were beginning to look good for her, at least for the short term.
She felt really lucky to have this exciting new job, and knew it was going to be the start of something really big. She was going to be in a real movie! Joe promised her as she left that he would come out to the film shoot site after here scene was done, and bring all her earnings with him so that she would have substantial money as she started her new life.
Hamburgers and Cokes were purchased by the coach’s attendant at fast food stops, and there was an on-board toilet for the girls to use on the trip into the desert, which took several hours. When they reached their destination, they moved into one of the big brown canvas tents the production company had set up outside the fake village.
The big scene was to be shot a week later, and the girls learned they would be required to tan on a tightly supervised schedule, to give them the skin color of Indians. Every hour more busses arrived, bringing more recruits, until late that evening all two hundred of the required young female extras had been assembled in four large tents.
Only those with straight dark brown or black hair avoided the hair-dying program, which started early that evening. everyone had to have straight hair, and those with any curls had also to undergo hair straightening. It was necessary that all of them look like real Indian squaws. About a dozen of them were.
These native women had been recruited quietly from local reservations to provide real-looking facial close-ups. They were all, despite their aboriginal features, quite beautiful for fucking Indian squaws. That was a basic norm in the film industry. The cameras only got to see closeups of the faces of beautiful women and girls, and that’s what they presented to their audiences.
Cots with pillows and a blanket were provided, and although they were excited, the girls slept soundly after a meal of beans, cornbread, and sodas. They were allowed to sleep until eight every morning, then after a breakfast of toast, jam, and milk, they were instructed to remove their shorts or jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers and go outside completely nude, where the trainers were waiting for them to tan.
One of the casting crew held Carly’s older girl, a seven-year-old named Jeanie, back. He said she was going to have some extra work, not explaining he was extracting the beautiful nubile child from the group of film extras for possible future use as a star in her own movie.
This unexpected development excited Carly, who was not told Jeanie’s movie would be a kiddie snuff film, a money-making sideline Outrageous Productions had developed to take full advantage of online streaming pay-sites, and their ready access to suitable subjects for small lucrative slaughter-for-profit projects.
Nor did she realize that the child could possibly be used for horror gore close-ups in this film. It was all the same for the casting member, and the outcome would be identical for the pretty innocent child. She would be open to spilling her guts for the cameras, and the producers would get rich.
CHAPTER 10
Notes were made on which cunt might require extra attention to her hair, either because of color or stubborn curls. These would receive additional attention between tanning sessions throughout the day. They were also assessed for which group they should join for the beginning of the killing sequence for which they had been recruited.
They would start with specific assignments before the total chaos of the merciless cunt slaughter of the naked girls took over. Many of the young recruits had worked for years in the nude, and their comfort level with being naked in public settled down those who had not developed such insensitivity.
The girls were all soon participating in activities designed to keep them busy and active so that they would tan evenly in the bright sunlight. Carly was surprised to see that quite a number of the exceptionally beautiful young girls were in their third trimester of pregnancy, some nearing full term, but she realized that everyone should have equal opportunity at earning the big payday.
Carly was surprised to see that all of the girls in her tent, like her, had perfectly clean hairless cunts. Too bad those babes growing inside their bellies didn’t qualify for any extra cash unless they were produced during the filming. Several were at the stage where going into labor during the shooting was likely.
She also realized that because she too was pregnant with her eighth baby, there was a chance she could abort during the cunt-killing. She wondered if they would pay extra for a girl aborting in the movie. She was almost through her first trimester, but except for a sexy roll to her tummy, she was hardly showing.
At least when she sucked it in, which she could still do, she could look normal. Hers was an instant erection-producing tummy, demanding “fuck me!” to any fertile male who saw it. Her labia dangled freely, stretched dramatically outward from wearing the waitress cunt-weight for years, and appeared to be constantly ready for action.
All of the girls old enough to produce any pubic hair had it removed while attending the hair-dying sessions, and none of them were allowed to keep even a suggestion of growth. The same was true for those with under-arm hair. Clean groins accentuated their youth and made them much more attractive to the cameras, and subsequently to the audiences watching the naked children in action.
Two hours after they finished breakfast the sun was high in the sky, and the girls were moved back into the tents. Pails of tanning lotion were provided, and they were required to coat their entire bodies with it. It was designed to control the radiation they were taking, increasing the browning while preventing burning.
For the next six hours, they were outside only fifteen minutes for every half hour. Each time they came into the tent the girls applied more lotion. They were all encouraged to drink lots of water and were given games to play to keep them amused while they waited inside for their next time in the sun.
These were supervised tit and cunt slapping games to see who could make her opponent scream first. The silly young bitches loved it. They would stand, legs spread and their groin thrust forward to present their cunts, and take turns slapping each other. These contests had the effect of providing extra blood to their female assets to cause them to bulge by swelling.
There were no restroom facilities – the naked children simply walked several yards from the group to pee or shit in the sand. The older girls dug a small pit with their hands into which they defecated their solid waste. The smaller children neglected to dig little pits for the burial of their solid waste, leaving it on the surface to dry in the sand.
No pit was required for urine, it simply splashed into the sand, and within minutes dried to completely disappear. The children, both the younger and older girls, were delighted they were allowed to defecate in public, and this one permission enabled them to get much more assertive in their other forbidden behaviors.
At noon while inside they had a quick lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches with sodas, then they were once more out in the heat of the day, absorbing tanning rays from the incessant sun. This continued until six o’clock in the evening, when they had dinner followed by another hair-dying and straightening session, and then enjoying the luxury of watching a real Hollywood movie before getting back onto their cots for lights-out.
This pattern was repeated for the rest of the week, and when they awoke on the final morning they all had brown skin, and dark straight hair, and were ready for their final haircut and make-up. Their breasts and vulvas were firm and outstanding from the constant slapping and would make great visuals during the shooting.
The girls had been on location only a week, driven by excitement, and anticipation along with the raw fear of being accidently shot. Their courage had been quietly bolstered by the production manager with the addition of a small amount of opium and steroids in their food, which would make them more aggressive.
It would also reduce loss of blood in the very likely case they should they be shot, increasing also their ability to buck and heave as they went down while enhancing the quality of action on the big screen. Potent uppers would be administered just before the action, to magnify their fear and physical reaction to whatever happened. Just a week of preparation, and already it was filming day!
CHAPTER 11 — THE REHEARSAL
While make-up was being applied by make-up artists, creating with color and shading the appearance of high cheekbones, rounded cheeks, the suggestion of an Asian slope to their eyes and rounded jaw lines, and makeup was also applied to their vaginas, to enhance their appearance for the cameras.
The performers were told that there would be cameras positioned throughout the action area, positioned at low angles so they would always accentuate the groin area of the naked performers, giving prominence to their sex organs, enhanced not only by makeup but also by stimulation by masturbation.
After all, such movies were all about the presentation of cunts, and the young and very young actresses were chosen because of the stimulating look of their vaginas. The audience demanded to see cunts, and the injury, and killing of cunts, which made the thorough display of their sex organs critical.
The cameras were hidden by fake rocks and bushes disguising the shallow pits in which the video equipment and operators were located. The gorgeous brown-skinned young girls were told that whenever they saw a camera pointing in their direction, they must never look at it.
There were few places to hide in the desert, and none for the naked girls and children. They were made to work, by design, entirely in the open. A teepee village had been erected at the shooting site, with smoking fires and roasting meat over them, and some rustic crafts that some of the young women had to pretend to work with at the beginning of the sequence.
Then the horsemen would come thundering down from a hillside, and the naked young women and children were instructed to act as if panicked, to scream but to use no words because that would not be authentic. In a panic situation, real Indian squaws would not use English, even if they knew it.
The girls all clearly understood that to speak was to guarantee a bullet between the eyes, immediately. It would save the sound editors the trouble of cutting out and replacing that part of the soundtrack. The companies wanted to do everything possible to minimize their costs, to maximize their profits.
The naked screaming females were to scramble about in a panic, and then run out toward the designated area in the desert not far from the teepee village, where several of the camera and sound recording technicians were hidden in pits with their equipment. The naked movie extras were told their instincts would take over and the rest of what they did would come naturally, based on how they reacted to the action.
The children were directed to pretend to stay with their mothers, and if their mother was not available, to try to stay with any grownup woman or older girl next to them, even if she already had children tagging along. Everyone knew a squaw could have several kids, even if she was very young.
These little girls would think of any girl big enough to grow breasts to be a grownup. If they somehow were hurt, like shot with a gun, they had to try to run to their mommies. The director was hoping for shots of a girl being gunned down with bleeding naked little children clinging to her legs.
The door had been opened for the use of little girls in Reality Movies forty years earlier by the much tamer reality television when families were taken to deserted islands to compete with one another in several arranged competitions. Because some risk was involved, although not fatal, in those days too, parents were required to sign waivers protecting the production companies from any and all liability.
In some events, the children of each family were pitted against each other, scantily clad, in fights in which the parents could watch but not intervene. True to nature, each family encouraged its kids to become more and more aggressive, until in the third such episode one of the little girls ambushed another and hit her on the head with a stone, giving her a severe concussion.
The offended family had no chance to sue because of the releases they had signed, and the video material clearly showed both families egging on their children to beat and hurt their young opponent. This kind of demonstrated permission presented the legal basis for the use of children in programmed events in which the danger element existed, proving parental consent.
Precisely how much danger was permissible when naked toddlers were involved, being injured on camera, had never been defined, nor had never been tested. Some production companies were interested in knowing the limits, and they were all reluctant to try to measure it, in case limitations emerged.
Although children younger than seven could not be used in active sexual activity of any kind, it was deemed by the governing board that there was nothing sexual about subjecting a naked three or four-year-old to being shot, and although audiences would likely find it to be sexually stimulating, being shot while naked was not simply by its nature a sexual act.
It appeared that as long as the killing was done in the course of creating a thrilling action movie, whether it was done intentionally or unintentionally, even when her provocative little cuntlet was the target, and so long as at least one of the parents or a guardian provided written consent that she could be naked and in the line of fire, it was fine.
Inferred permission required that the child in question was indeed participating in the event with a parent or assigned parent when shot, unless a permission form was signed by either a parent or assigned agent. This was the first time this gaping loophole had ever been tested.
That oversight occurred simply because in all the years since the rules were written, nobody had ever thought to do so. In still another way Outrage Reservation would be breaking new ground in the sexual exploitation of either children or their mothers, in killing them for the good of the project.
The director called for a rehearsal, and it was to unfold as directed, except that the horsemen would fire into the air only, using only blanks. There was no use in wasting perfectly good ammunition when nobody was to be shot. The children were excluded from the rehearsal since the director wanted them to be motivated by real surprise, fear, and total panic. He said it made for better and more authentic action on the screen.
He also wanted to avoid a panicked child running under a galloping horse during rehearsal. That kind of accident would be a wonderful bonus should it happen during shooting because it would save them the additional cost of staging such an occurrence during the additional shooting of choreographed sequences.
The producers believed it would be a terrible and wasteful use of a youngster’s life if a graphic injurious accident like that should it take place when the cameras were not rolling. It was far too expensive to have the crews recording just for a rehearsal. They had to remain cost-effective to make the production a winner.
The little girls were fed both opium and steroids, as were their mothers. Although they would produce good natural blood for the cameras at wound sites, not artificial movie blood, they would not lose energy and activity levels from excessive loss of blood. The opium would also make pain more bearable, and artificially enhance their endurance and bravado.
Only a bullet through the heart or the brain would stop them from performing erotic movement even when downed. With sufficiently large bullets, even a dead body will buck and kick upon the impact of the rounds, but when the target is still alive the reactions can be much more spectacular.
It was always more dramatic with live naked female targets, with the reaction and recoil of muscle spasms triggered by the violent trauma. The bullets used would not only damage flesh but were capable or ripping off chunks of bloody bitch meat. This was the stuff of which great movie sequences were made.
The use of stuntmen and physical damage make-up was unnecessary since in Reality Movies everything was real. The naked extras would do their own stunts when hit by bullets, and produce their own blood wherever they were struck, giving a totally real look to the film, the kind of look unattainable using fakery.
Juries knew nothing of the difference, convinced always by whatever they saw on screen, so were just as easily persuaded that the magic of the stuntman and the makeup artist could artificially create what it was they saw on screen. They were certain it was all Hollywood magic.
The camera and the film audiences loved the real look of gore being created from naked ladies and girls, because their bodies were photographed so beautifully, and people happily paid a surcharge at the ticket wicket to be able to see what they came to believe was the real thing on film.
The rehearsal went flawlessly. One of the horsemen got too close to the screaming women running into the desert, and it was pointed out to him that he was in the range of fire. That was all it took to straighten him out. The last thing the Outrageous Productions needed was the accidental injury or death of a gunman during a shooting.
This was all about killing naked unarmed females. Their insurance costs would go through the roof if a legitimate employee was inadvertently injured. They did everything possible. To ensure their staff and the animals involved had no chance of being injured. Safety was everything.
A turkey shoot scene like this was a great way to produce the kind of action the audience craved, but only if, with so many extras, costs could be kept in line. That was the reason the men were given several belts of ammunition. They were expected to use every bullet. Every cunt was to be slaughtered, and to take multiple hits before they died, for the good of the sequence.
Unlike the expectations of the lovely lady and young girl extras, there were no blanks to be fired once the cameras were rolling. Blanks were only used during the rehearsal, and all of them were expended. Now it was time for one-hundred-percent live rounds and a “take no prisoners” approach to the slaughter.
The only difference between the bullets used was that some carried a much heavier load, and of those many had a slender grove carved in the nose of the lead bullet to cause it to spread inside the victim, ripping apart her meat and creating an impressive, devastating exit wound, with much more than the bullet exiting her body.
Two hundred women and children were the live targets, and the film’s budget had no room in it for payouts to any of these extras. There was $320 grand promised, minus the discount of one-thousand-six-hundred dollars. for each of the dead. The gunmen’s assignment was to produce $320 grand in discounts.
There were to be no survivors. The shooting and filming would continue until all of the female extras were dead. Every naked female body was to be shot several times, whether it moved or not. Downed cunts, even those lying still, required a deal-closing shot to the head.
Neither the women nor their children legally existed, since most of them were the product of illegitimate births, and had never been registered as human beings. Many others were undocumented immigrants. Only the runaways had ever had a birth certificate; the majority had no record of having ever existed.
They were all completely expendable, according to law, since if they did not exist in law they could not cease to exist in law. A death certificate need not be created if a birth certificate had never been created for them. This was the rationale of the producer, the director and of Outrageous Productions for what the film company was doing.
They were much more cautious than that and had created a very simple and effective process for negating the young women who would serve to make them very wealthy with a blockbuster Reality Movie. They would die for the film without any negative ramifications, no lawsuits, no trace of victims.
Most of the women and their children had no registration made things much cleaner. The agreements they had all signed were locked in a vault, and the moment their deaths could be verified, the paperwork would be shredded and the bags of paper shreds burned.
These young women had no relatives or friends to track them, and the only remaining issue was their total disposal. The desert provided a very friendly environment for “disappearing” people permanently. Outrageous Productions had rented a small bulldozer and had it delivered to the desert filming location to prepare the ground for a movie set.
There were erosion features on the banks of a dry riverbed, and some of the larger ones had spread to become ravines. The director decided he wanted the movie set to be built beside this dry riverbed, which would require the filling in of three of these ravines, a great way to dispose of the dead.
He told the equipment rental company they had a competent licensed bulldozer operator, produced the appropriate papers, and told him the machine would be available for pickup three days later, which was the day of the shooting of the massacre scene in which the ladies and girls would be killed.
When the slaughter scene was finished, the carcasses of the young ladies, their daughters, and the other girls to die would be dumped into the ravines, covered with generous doses of lye, and then buried by filling in the naturally occurring trenches. The land would then be leveled for a large area.
There would be no signs that the ravines had ever existed, let alone the two hundred naked female carcasses buried in them. It would be hundreds and perhaps thousands of years before erosion once again created those ravines, exposing the female bones, which was quite acceptable.
If it were long enough, they would be fossilized, leaving no DNA. There would be no clue as to who the females were, let alone the unbelievable activity they had participated in, except for bullet fractures of bones. Those could not be traced in history, and a hundred or more years later it would not matter to anyone but historians should the story somehow be reconstructed.
Outrageous Productions was in production of its eleventh feature film of the Reality Movie genre and had a track record of pleasing its investors. Each film had grossed more than two hundred million and had come in under ten million each, on average. Part of the reason for their success was that they had resisted the temptation of casting big-name/big-cost stars. Their box office was based on the first word of each title, “Outrage”.
When it became clear the extras, almost always nude or semi-nude females, were dying in front of the cameras, their reputation spread like wildfire. At first, people wanted to see for themselves whether the spectacular deaths were real, and once they’d been convinced they were, they all wanted to see more and paid handsomely to do so, in increasingly large numbers.
THE END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN