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Writer: Regis
Subject: REALITY MOVIE 2087
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones
Synopsis:
Forty-five years ago, in the early 2050s, Reality Television had started a movement that had gradually but irreversibly grown its own legs. The “reality television” entertainment shows that began so long ago, in the last decade of the 20th Century, and grown through the first five decades of the next millennium had by 2050 begun a natural transformation.
By this time, naked performers were standard. By 2055, came a no-hold-barred nude reality show on television, the Assisted Ejaculation Competition, in which nude young women danced erotically and enticingly before naked men, all of them hunks, their wrists bound behind them, to stimulate them by masturbating them to cum for the cameras.
Naked penises ejaculating was a big thing at the time. The ladies would often get down in front of the men and perform rapid masturbation, gripping and pumping the rigid erections as their mouths worked the pulsing shafts, desperately trying to get them to cum as a mistress dressed in tight leather applied a whip to their bare cunts to encourage their work.
An explicit spy movie, The Womb Cavern, in which women put contraband into their vaginas, and men used their penises to ram it in, also sometimes up their ass, to smuggle it to wherever the script called for, this level of reality moved from television directly to movies, and explicit sex achieved its irreversible spread into the motion picture industry.
Next came a gay movie, Fucking Fags, involving two hours of what homosexual men do; anal sex was in. Then came Cocks ‘n’ Cunts, a genital torture movie that included whelping, abortion and castration. With the release of just these three movies, the Reality phenomenon had locked in, ready for the introduction of sexual abuse of naked children, and ultimately snuff.
Reality Movie 2087
CHAPTER 1 — TV TO FILM
By 2060 the Shock Reality genre was well established as an accepted part of motion picture production, following a spurt of activity and then some very important test cases that established the viability of what were quite naturally referred to as Reality Movies, depicting extensive fornication and also defecation by nude performers.
This growth was the natural evolution of the format based upon the premise more of everything is better, and that boundaries are present just to be tested and regularly advanced, eventually removing any restrictions on what could be shown, violating all community standards, whatever the fuck those were.
Playboy Magazine had progressed from their first few years of publication, with the private parts of its uncommonly buxom models totally hidden, and all of them over the age of twenty-one and excluding even a suggestion of pubic hair, to the last decade’s contemporary editions.
In these, centrefolds are never older than eleven, without pubic hair, and with just the slightest suggestion of breast development, and with almost all of them posed in full active intercourse with steroid-enhanced studs, while smiling enticingly at the camera. Those not copulating are actively evacuating.
Little naked centerfolds shitting or pissing were very popular for a while, but In the past year they have pushed the envelope even further, and run a six-page spread of an eight-year-old beauty recruited in Atlanta being introduced to the joys of sex with an eager monkey from the zoo, sporting a ten-inch erection.
The magazine included a Blue Ray disk so that people could enjoy the startling event as it unfolded. The beast penetrated her little virgin cunny, ripping her cherry and thrusting in most of its length, then found her little rectum, clearly getting more enjoyment from its full-length penetration into her colon.
The men’s magazine was simply, as a follower rather than a leader, providing its audience with the kind of action now commonly available on television and in movies. The only additional value was the exceptional beauty of the little blonde girl, following the ages old Playboy tradition.
They invariably presented spreads featuring only the best of what they wanted their followers to see. What was depicted in this ground-breaking spread was no longer outside the range of normal behaviour, at least in the field of entertainment, regardless of the medium.
People generally believe a trained monkey, which had become used to sharing the sexual affections of human females, has as much right as a man to pluck the flowers of a little bouquet if its handler wishes it to do so. What television had done was to take a leadership role in setting public norms on such topics.
The publishers saw their role as modernizing public morals, and setting bold new standards of acceptability by systematically extending the range of “acceptable” community standards. They did so by finding the ever-shifting edge of acceptability, and then crossing it repeatedly.
They found that by sprinkling some fairy dust on it with constant repetition and praise whatever they presented soon became an accepted norm. Following the same process as the famous men’s magazine, but from the front of the pack rather than from behind, reality shows on TV shifted as well.
Them moved from tame staged adventures in the early 2020s, with fake danger short shorts and lots of cleavage, to the high risk and almost guaranteed loss for extremely daring young females wearing nothing and losing everything. Their fans ate it up, and fatalities of the young performers became a standard.
Contestants on these reality TV shows were at first amateurs carefully screened as performers taking very unrealistic risks or doing unconventional things while stark naked on camera, not only for a big cash payoff, but also for the flash of notoriety that often followed.
As the television genre matured the shows started to feature specially recruited beautiful people with full-frontal nudity taking outrageous risks for big money, in stunts that frequently, much to the delight of television audiences, regularly went terribly wrong, usually with tragic consequences.
With the transformation of the television shows from scripts to planned raw and unpredictable violence, the expectations of audiences also became greater. Things that were at first considered risqué became, from common usage and familiarity, normal and expected.
That was also the process by which, by 2065 nudity of children on television became acceptable, followed by progressively younger girls being used in bizarre sexual acts, until in 2068, girls as young as seven could publicly fornicate in theatres, show-bars, in “adult” television and in motion pictures, with men or animals.
All the producers required was a note from the child’s mother or guardian, and the promotional material had to include a ‘may offend some people’ warning. As increasingly violent television programs became more and more accepted, those programs that failed to produce shocking injuries and/or fatalities on a fairly regular basis fell quickly in the ratings.
Once this happened they were just as quickly dropped from the schedule. Television shows were into extreme and ultimate violence as an entertainment value, moving rapidly down a one- way road as various forms of violent, brutal forms of sexual acts were simultaneously incorporated into prime-time programming.
The only proviso was that the segment introduction included a warning that some content of the program might offend some viewers. That warning turned out to draw in viewers, as it proved to be a magnet, or the switch that guaranteed viewership in ever-increasing numbers.
The most outrageous of these pioneer TV shows was a program called “What a Girl Will Do for Fame!” which premiered back in 2056. Each week a voluptuous woman or highly charged erotic teen girl would commit herself to unbelievable risk, while of course stark naked, on a dare.
Things regularly went very badly for her, and most exciting of all, many female participants failed to remain alive until the end of the program. The most definitive episode was one that featured a magic act in which a gorgeous fifteen-year-old girl danced, slowly and erotically stripped entirely nude.
She was fully displaying her impressive breasts, her very slender waist as well as her most valuable asset between her legs, clean shaven so there were no secrets, then she lay on a magician’s table, her clearly masturbated vagina visibly quivering with anticipation of what was to follow.
A short wooden box was placed over her torso covering her mid-section, with her marvellous breasts exposed at one end and her gorgeous legs spread to display her open genitalia at the other. The box was only eighteen inches long, and covered only her midriff.
The magician chained her wrists and ankles to the legs of his table, providing banter to the audience as he worked. Once she was immobilized, he fondled her breasts, squeezing them and admiring their youthful firmness as he spoke, then exploring her vagina, and thrusting fingers into her womb and rectum at the same time, reporting on how delightful he found her.
The magician withdrew his fingers from her sex organ, then produced a long logger’s saw, the type with a handle on either end. A pair of lumberjacks each took an end, and before a live studio audience as well as the television cameras, the men began to work the huge saw.
They place the large-toothed blade in a special slot in the box covering the girl’s tiny waist. Her screams appeared to be real as suddenly blood began to appear on the saw blade, and within moments her crimson essence and bits of her flesh were drawn out of the box with each forceful stroke of the ferocious saw.
The outrageous performance had the total attention of the breathless studio audience, as well as that of an estimated forty million people watching the program around the world. When her screams faded and ceased, the table was parted, and so too was the young woman. It was an amazing sight.
The two portions of the box, also divided by the saw, were removed, and the audience was shocked to see a clear view of where the men had cut the young girl in half, slicing right through her slender waist! She had been perfectly divided in two, with some of her viscera coming out of each half.
The studio audience took a moment of stunned silence to grasp what they had just witnessed, then they burst into sustained applause as her purple and white intestines tumbled to the stage floor. They couldn’t believe the audacity of the production company to actually commit a murder of the terrified young girl right there in front of them.
The magician had completely fooled them as well as his beautiful innocently naive young girl. They believed they were watching a very sophisticated trick, and instead they were watching an entirely intentional vicious bitch-killing, beautifully executed by the lumberjacks, who were startled by what they had done.
The network had done its homework, and nipped any possibility of criminal charges in the bud, producing overwhelming evidence that the program was created and broadcast entirely in the interests of public education, revealing the extremes a young woman would go to for her moment of notoriety.
The gorgeous young subject had signed, with video recording it, more than two dozen documents she was far too excited to read, as well as the mandatory release forms. The paperwork was well designed by the network’s lawyers, who fully understood how to make things impossible for those who signed them.
Included was a clear statement that she read aloud before signing, that declared she was entering into an act she fully understood would divide her in two at the waist, or at least appear to do that, which was the entire point of the exercise she was submitting herself to.
The papers stated she further understood and fully agreed with the stipulation that, because of insurance concerns, no surgeon would attempt to restore the integrity of her torso. That part was so outrageous she thought it was a joke. An amazing step had just been created for network television, and audiences around the world loved it.
The program had gone to air live, “as is”, and although they had a powerful political lobby, the Religious Right was powerless to stop it or the succession of equally brutal violence shows that followed, with helpless young women and girls readily volunteering to act as the victims.
Television had at last come of age, had found a huge and broad new audience, and became overnight an entirely different communications medium. The cost of this TV phenomenon to box office sales in the motion picture industry was staggering. People stayed away in droves, and when they didn’t want to come, you couldn’t stop them.
Young people no longer flocked to horror shock movies when they could bring up, at their convenience, what appeared to be real terror, horror blood and gore programs in their own homes, or watch them on big screens in bars. Reality television had at last come of age.
Teenage parties were arranged to replay recordings of their favorites, or to view a new advertised Reality TV event. Girls flocked to Hollywood and to the studios, hoping for the chance to take part in these very realistic looking programs, which they believed were remarkably well faked.
The Reality TV shows were considered very cool to teenage kids as well as the college set, and were quickly building an enduring following. The kids attending these parties got naked before the show started, and couples were often hooked up, sexually, before the programs started.
The girls from their early teens onward did not fully believe what they were seeing on TV was real, but because what they were seeing was new, was totally radical, and it was cool to watch, many of them wanted to take part, just to prove they had the guts to do it. If somehow, they really were real, that would be amazing.
When the subject was a girl in her early teens, youngsters watching the program were known to scream with orgasmic pleasure, and would commonly lose bladder control because of excitement with what they were watching. The odor of urine and even sometimes solid waste in the bars was common.
CHAPTER 2 — LOGGING
Once loss of control had become a known response to the shock movies, girls would start screaming early in the program and urinate in their panties just to be cool. Girls as young as ten were in most states allowed to drink beer and enter bars and pubs, but could not be served hard liquor until the age of fourteen.
All girls under twenty seldom wore panties, and were required to put on free little diapers provided in most bars before these reality shows were put up on the big flatscreen TVs, in order to reduce the clean-up required after every showing. Some bars recorded the shows, and played them twenty-four hours a day.
As long as people kept ordering drinks, they could watch as much as they could handle. The smart bartenders offered the girls a free beer if they would sit up on the bar to removed their damp diapers, and when the girls figured it out, the diapers were often loaded with a little lump of poop as well as having the moist yellow stain in front.
As the property of the establishment, the soiled diapers became a surprise source of revenue when men offered to buy them. When men favored the diapers that had been messed as with some girlie shit as well as moistened, girls caught on fast, and soiled their thin adult diapers while taking them off, and that practice became known as “logging”.
Girls who practiced logging always carried a roll of Tums with them, and Tums were also available beside the peanuts at bars that showed the horror videos. The carminative antacid greatly reduced the production of methane gas in the intestine, the primary source of the foul smell of the girls’ offal.
With relatively odorless stools, girls were much less reluctant to change their diapers in public, or to allow the bartender to sell their little panties soaked in front and with a small turd in the back.
Logging became a sport, not at all related to the horror programs, and girls entertain with a public change of the diapers.
Many girls would go to night clubs or to weddings and take along several pair of inexpensive thin and usually transparent little panties specially made and sold by the dozen exactly for this purpose. A dozen of these tiny panties would easily fit in a small purse, along with the regular necessities.
Girls would “log” on the dance floor, filling their panties, to the delight of their dance partner. As the quirky sport evolved, girls became quite good at dropping just a little turd, like a deer pellet, and those young ladies became known as logging deer. This meant nothing to those not in the know.
It spoke loud and clear to those who knew of the naughty sport. In this and many other ways, Reality TV changed permanently both American and European culture. The sale of Tums and Rolaids both skyrocketed as a direct result, limiting the odor produced with fresh poop.
A group of renegade independent filmmakers who specialized in slice & dice gore films made a rapid switch to the real thing in their films, creating what they called the True-to-Life Shock genre, which were particularly sparse in story line and huge on shock and gore value.
True-to-Life events were filmed with real rather than faked horror scenes. In these, lovely young amateur actresses willingly performed scenes in the nude in which they were maimed, mutilated, dismembered, disemboweled, and finally slaughtered by decapitation for the cameras.
They went into them believing everything was faked that they saw on screen, without any knowledge of the serious consequences of signing off on what proved to be their lives. Audiences were sure it was all faked, but loved how real it all looked. They innocently believed Reality was a figure of speech.
Their very first project to completely abandon the fake ripped limbs and bloody evisceration in favour of real dismemberment, ripping and immolation of women started with a bizarre accident on set captured by their cameras. A bit player was given a chain saw as a working prop.
He was supposed to fake taking off a gorgeous limb of a chained-up woman. This was to be the master shot, later to be altered in post-production to add in fake gore, but as he raised the device he slipped with the noisy saw running, and the screaming lady was suddenly short a major limb.
The actor ran from the set, screaming in horror at what he had just done, but an alert assistant director yelled at the cameramen to keep rolling, grabbed the chain saw and continued the job just started, working according to the sequence of damage required by the script.
The woman had signed a comprehensive waiver, not believing things could become this serious on a movie set. The gorgeous amateur girl, who was a fitness instructor hoping for a shot at the big time, was new to this producer and director, and was learning the ropes in the business the hard way.
Once the assistant director took over with the chainsaw, the fitness woman had in short order been reduced to a torso with a screaming head and four short bleeding stumps that she rapidly wagged in abject horror until she bled to death. Just for good measure, the guy with the chainsaw continued cutting.
He sliced into her groin with the end of the running saw, joining her vagina and rectum before ripping her open up the middle. It was incredibly spectacular; the kind of thing skilled blood and gore artists were paid big money to draw and paint for Slash & Gash magazine covers.
The digital video of the horrific sequence was immediately put onto the big screen for assessment, and the producers and director were so excited at the prospects of what they had on their hands, and the enormous savings in cost it represented, the very next day they wrote roles for a buxom teenage girl and her mother into the script.
Their casting director procured a pair of appropriate actresses from their extensive gallery of enthusiastic applicants, auditioned them with a rectal rape scene conducted by the director, who hired them both on the spot for their shrill natural screams, and promised the two shapely females instant stardom.
Both were in, and were very pleased to be. They were both enthusiastic to get started, with no idea that their first starring roles would also be their last. In four long days of shooting, they shot all the footage necessary to build the two new stars into the sketchy horror story line, with most of it consisting of inane conversations.
They also shot sequences of them trapped naked in a dingy deserted hotel, alternately sneaking and screaming in horror. On the fifth day of shooting the mature woman, cast as the teenager’s mother, was confronted by an insane has-been actor who systematically hacked her to death with a machete.
The action was captured in gross detail by six cameras. Then after lunch the teenage girl was raped by a pair of black burglars who finished the job with razor-sharp switchblades, both stabbing and slashing her until her meat was radically partitioned and entirely coated with her blood.
To complete the sequence, one of men gave her a power fuck up the butt while the other used his knife to remove her head, with her beautiful face locked in an energetic scream. The finished film ran only seventy-two minutes, but its release in small old repertoire houses proved to be exactly the right strategy.
No mention was ever made in the publicity that real killings were the sole backbone of the film, but the horror fans quickly caught on. The hardcore slice & dice fans had seen too much action not to recognize the difference. Word of mouth rapidly took this first of the True-to-Life Shock films to instant hit status.
This immediate success produced more than five hundred times its modest production cost in gross revenues. The daringly adventuresome fringe film producers got seven such films into theaters before the brother of one of the girls butchered in the second in the new series was in a theater to see for himself what happened to his sister.
She had mysteriously disappeared, and he realized what they were doing. He was in the audience to see his beautiful naked fifteen-year-old sister’s violent demise as she was brutally fucked to death by a raging stallion on the big screen. it was a race track film, and much worse happened to other naked young starlets in it, but none with their brother watching.
Because production company names and addresses change for each feature produced, another eight such films from this company were in release before authorities found and arrested the producers and the director. All fifteen of the True-to-Life Shock films were immediately, If briefly, pulled.
In the meantime, lawyers scrambled to see if those movie houses displaying them were at risk, and when they determined the exhibitors bore no responsibility for the content of films they screened, the highly popular films quickly found their way back into the same theaters.
The True-to-Life Shock genre had established its place in film history. Every theatre manager wanted them, because they played to packed houses, and the theaters got to keep a portion of the extended ticket prices charged to the eager crowds of thrill-seeking teenagers.
The ranks of these youngsters buying blocks of tickets were gradually bolstered by college students and young professionals, the audience of the future. During the highly publicized trial of the gang of True-to-Life filmmakers, held in Mississippi, several scenes were examined frame by bloody frame.
The judge, jury and audience sat in the darkened and packed courtroom for weeks, watching grossly obscene video presented by the prosecution, who attempted to verify that the killings were real. The judge had to admonish several young ladies from practicing logging as the shocking scenes were replayed.
The same footage was then re-examined frame by bloody frame in the same detail by the defence, who argued strenuously that what was on the screen was simply movie magic. Footage from an old mainstream film from the 1970s, The Stuntman, was run in convincing rebuttal.
In that film, the audience saw extreme damage to soldiers done with machine guns mounted on a small airplane. several of them had horrific wounds, and some were dismembered. As the scene ran the men got up, removing false shattered limbs and rubber open wounds, startling everyone in the courtroom.
The producers on trial had wisely completely disposed of the remains of the three actresses they had killed for their movie, along with any weapons that might be recognized or carry traces of the victims’ blood, which could provide DNA. All actors who had committed the killings had mysteriously disappeared.
There was no way to find any of such evidence or witnesses, since they all lay buried deep under roadbeds in new highway construction. The trusted crews who worked behind the cameras all had assumed new names for the credits, their screen names drawn from the fifty-year-old archives of the obituary section of the Los Angeles Times.
The jury deliberated a full three weeks before deciding the accused, tried together, could not reasonably be found guilty. They were convinced that murders had been committed, but without bodies, weapons or witnesses, and the compelling arguments made by the defence, there were no grounds upon which they could reasonably convict.
The proof, entirely visible on screening of the movies, was not sufficiently substantial to support a guilty verdict, according to the instructions from the judge, because of the brilliant counter evidence presented. The Supreme Court of Mississippi refused to hear appeals on this decision, swayed by the argument of movie magic, and the case was finished.
CHAPTER 3 — COURT PRIORITIES
The Supreme Court also had the case of a state politician recently convicted of the rape of a nine-year-old black girl to be heard, and in their minds the rape case took priority. The politician favored the court, and was one of their best supporters during a time when their decisions were frequently questioned.
The voluptuous nigger child had dressed provocatively, wearing only pink little underpants because of the particularly hot day. The little black cuntlet had shamelessly lured the politician to the side of the road with her little lemonade table right beside those big lilac and magnolia bushes.
Being a fair-minded man, he had paid the child twenty dollars in exchange for her sexual favors, by providing her the carefully counted and then tightly rolled stack of one-dollar bills, which he forcefully tucked into her cum-slicked little love slot after finishing his forcefully applied mating business with her, conducted behind the bushes.
The only evidence in the case was his DNA from the roll of bills soaking in his sperm, retrieved from deep in the pretty young black girl’s invaded vagina, and her little cum-soaked panties found in the glove compartment of his car, but he was ready, as all politicians are, with his explanation that he had found them lying on the road and had stopped to pick them up.
He told the court he had picked up the pretty little panties which he’d seen beside the roadway while driving by, stopped to pick them up, then used them to masturbate, something he needed to do regularly, and then had wrapped the roll of bills in the cum-dampened panties.
He had told the court that when he hadn’t had any sex on any given day, he would pull to the side of the road to relieve himself, and as it turned out, the little nigger girl’s panties he’d found were perfect to collect his semen. He didn’t want to waste Kleenex to collect his cum when the panties would do nicely.
This explanation sounded completely reasonable. DNA evidence was never a full one hundred percent positive, and certainly not after the rolled-up bills had been contaminated in the cutlet of little nigger girl. The word of an obviously lying little nigress about him tucking the bills into her quim should never be allowed to take down a pillar of the community.
The Mississippi Supreme Court had its priorities straight, and the damned liberal judge should have his unfounded decision overturned promptly. In fact, he should really be castrated for making such a stupid decision. The rape case really should take priority, and the groundwork was complete to support the new form of Reality Movies.
By the time “Reality” became a regular part of the film industry, and demanding audiences expected and got real rather than staged enactments of violence, regularly costing lives, a whole new chapter was opened in the ongoing development of the motion picture industry.
In the history of motion picture, people had died frequently in the making of dangerous scenes, but now the deaths became entirely intentional, and producing them a craft in its own right within the industry. Snuff had officially moved out of the dark underground into the bright lights.
It would not be long before the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences created and presented the first Academy Award for a spectacularly presented reality snuff killing in a motion picture. The one thing for certain was that the victim sacrificed for the good of the film would be a beautiful naked young woman or girl.
The evolving levels of reality and brutal, unforgiving outcomes, usually fatal, brought about the need for innovative recruiting techniques, and also the use of special production techniques developed decades before in the documentary era, when doing retakes was seldom possible.
Additional camera angles on progressing action were achieved by the use of multiple cameras shooting simultaneously, to cover all the angles. This was an expensive but necessary process, because of the real killing, not allowing for retakes, which pushed up production costs.
To keep budgets under control, the level of risk was always undersold to the participants, the high and enticing fees offered them were seldom paid out in full, and all contracts included, hidden in the in the fine print, a non-payment clause for people who did not survive a day of shooting.
Young women eager to be in front of the cameras proved to be a gullible as ever, even among the well-educated young ladies who were the first to apply. The underlying feeling of security came from denial, with the belief the horrors on the screen, although they looked real, were probably faked.
Even if the copious blood and gore regularly showing up on screen was real, as most audiences believed, each eager young recruit believed it could only happen to someone else, never to her. That was simply the human mind in survival mode, which in this case seldom worked.
The big money was always dangled before eligible recruits as an incentive to participate, but real payouts were awarded only to the very few, those rare survivors, to give some credibility to the amazingly high cash enticements promised. The offer of huge salaries drew the crowds of applicants, allowing for choice.
For most of the excited young girls who rushed to be recruited, the only payoff was a surprise violent death for the entertainment of audiences of their peers, who sitting safely in the theaters, demanded nothing but the finest in horror and shocking action in their Reality Movies.
Because the entertainment business had to constantly exceed the expectations of its customers if it wished to remain in business, they had to offer more astonishment, shock and more inventive ways of presenting dismemberment and gore in every production in the genre. Audiences, consisting mostly of groups of students, always lapped it up.
One production house in particular pushed boundaries regularly. It was run by a woman, Nancy Lancer, who produced both shorts and feature films, usually focused on the torture and destruction of male genitalia. She hated men, and made a thing of getting control of men she had dated, where things had not gone well.
For example, a man who had displeased her on a date was lured into her studio on pretense of some free sex, and instead found himself bound naked in front of a rack with his erection strapped to a beam. A young woman who shared Nancy’s dislike of men used a razor to slice the length of his penis, dividing it in half.
Another man with large balls had his scrotum spiked to a beam, with a spike being driven through each of his testicles. A small hand-held guillotine was then used to first decapitate the flared head of his cock, and then entirely cut his penis off. His dick was disposed of by cramming it into his screaming mouth.
Her short torture and dismemberment films were then included in feature films, and her work was very popular. The largest market was for films depicting horrors being done to naked young females, and being a smart businesswoman, Nancy Lancer made a regular stream of shock films.
One of her biggest successes was a movie about a forceful police raid on a bordello, where the police (she hired real policemen for this film) stormed the building, shot all of the johns, and then had a violent rape orgy, putting the blocks to the naked screaming prostitutes while beating the shit out of them, literally.
They forced the girls to eat their own excrement, and then used their batons to beat them, and invade their rectums and cunts with the hard wooden rods. To complete the job, they brought their guns out again, and pushing the barrels into the ladies’ mouths, blew their brains out.
The movie played to packed houses around the country, and within a couple of weeks, there were three separate incidents involving police raiding bordellos in New Jersey, Connecticut and Texas in which the johns and whores were killed in a similar manner. The movie inspired copycats.
Another of her features was groundbreaking. It also featured a raid, this one by grade seven boys on a kindergarten. They were all armed with baseball bats. The boys killed the teacher by hammering a bat into her cunt with another bat until it punched through her uterus, killing her.
They used the bats to crush the skulls of all the little boys, and then stripped and raped all of the little girls. She was ahead of the curve with this one, using such young minors, so the film played only to underground theaters, and because of that to audiences too small to make the kind of money a film of this stature otherwise deserved.
To try to cover her costs, Nancy released this one internationally, and like the police movie, this one also inspired people to try it on themselves. Within a month of release, a dozen kindergartens were raided by groups of men or boys, with similar resulting loss of very young lives. In these real raids, the little boys were also severely anally raped before being killed.
Like every innovation, the newness of it all required highly skilled craftsmen and women to come up with new creative ways to do things. The mass entertainment business had come full circle, returning to the bloody human carnage in the arena during the heady days of ancient Rome!
CAHPTER 4 — THE CHAIN GANG
Carly had been one of the most productive young waitresses Joe had ever had at his diner, appropriately named The Chain Gang, located at a major 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 the customers wanted, and provided it for them. The B&D theme he had adopted brought rich customers in, with an elevated ramp from the elevated kitchen the enchanting young waitresses had to walk in their spike heeled shoes.
To make it more interesting, the young girls wore incredibly short skirts with no panties, fully revealing their ring-pierced vulvas with weights pulling their cuntlips down. Their ankles were hobbled with an eight-inch chain between their padded ankle cuffs, which gave the customers waiting for their food a great show.
The girls worked topless, and a wore a heavy four-inch chain between their nipple rings, drawing their full mammaries together in the most provocative manner. Ranging in age from eleven to sixteen, these girls were usually pregnant, because of their hourly back-room activities entertaining customers, where they were ridden bareback, with no protection.
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, the young workers came fresh regularly in milk production, and with the connecting chain joining them, their fat breasts bulged beautifully with the tips drawn close together.
These young waitresses all wore shiny red leather skirts that were little more than a belt, because although they were worn so low that they revealed two inches of the deep crease between their buttocks, the tiny garments were so short that they hid nothing of the lower buttock fold nor of their cleanly shaved and pierced pubic mounds with the protruding cuntlips.
The spiked five-pound weight that swung between their knees as they worked, hanging by a pair of chains from brass rings in their pierced labia, forced the gorgeous ladies to move with their knees spread, making walking even more provocative as they struggled to maintain their balance on five-inch spike heeled shoes.
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 young 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 much more interesting posture in their spiked heel shoes. He had all of the weights altered with the addition of long sharp spikes, and his 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 minor quick back-room fuck in that part of Mississippi. You would have to go all the way to Memphis to get anything better, and you’d have to pay more to boot.
The girls Joe employed were either the product of brothels, born to prostitutes, or born to girls who worked in diners like his, with their mothers working both the tables and the back rooms. He also hired a few young wetbacks, since none of them had papers, they fucked like mink and often 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 when she was discovered working in such a demeaning role in his business establishment. His customers were men who worked hard and liked to play hard.
These were American truck drivers, all working long haul, few of them married, because they were on the road too much to take care of a wife. They used the beautiful young fully subjugated nude girls for their fun. The Diners like The Chain Gang, with a quick fuck as an optional extra, made life more pleasant.
Whenever he hired a girl in her early teens who applied, Joe first asked some very specific questions about ties, why and when she ran away from home if that was where she came from, and questions to discover whether or not she was traceable. When he was confident she was not, she had a chance at a job.
The last thing he needed was meddlers with emotional ties to his employees who were going to disappear. He had little concern for her 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 added a ten-year-old in his chain who had just started to sprout her little titties when he hired her, and true to form she got herself knocked up within a couple of months. She was a only a spic, but his customers didn’t seem to mind. Her lack of tits and no pubic hair on her puffy quim they found appealing.
The kids he interviewed were usually not legals, so they had no papers, either because they were born in brothels or because they were niggers or Mexicans or worse. It meant nothing to him, and the Hispanics were usually the hottest fucks anyway, and they required little training.
They knew the ropes because most of them had been copulating since before they turned four. The Spanish left a legacy of hot blood, and because of the European blood in their veins, the kids that didn’t look like they had just stepped out of the jungle were interesting and had a chance. Joe had no biases.
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 weekend. They lived on premises, eliminating the loss of time for commuting, and reducing the chance a valuable young girl might bolt.
He provided monitory services for them, maintaining, he told them, a personal bank account for each employee. Their money, he told them, went straight into their account, and he held it for them, at no additional charge. He bought them everything he thought they needed, and without access to shopping they had no need to have direct access to their earnings.
Joe’s system worked well for everybody, particularly him. The truth was that everything the girls earned went directly into Joe’s business account, and he kept a loose tally on the value of each girl’s earnings, except when he forgot to write them down, which was almost always.
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 double bed in the dormitory for every three employees, which was quite a luxury, since there were always two of them working at any given time, since the diner was open 24/7, never closed, and 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-dollar 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 fresh by being changed once a week.
The girls were told they got to keep twenty-percent of the money they earned, which Joe deposited directly into his business account. Carly, at sixteen, was the most fertile of Joe’s girls, bearing children for unknown fathers at the average rate of one every ten months since she’d started at the age of eleven.
All of the girls working the diner were pregnant most of the time, because Joe had no use to 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, being mounted from behind in either their vaginas or rectums. 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 fuck, butt or cunt.
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. The sheets were so regularly stained that not much of the fresh deposits of cum, blood or shit showed.
Joe told the girls they’d earn a big bonus if they agreed 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 she always popped her pups with a flair.
Since joining Joe’s staff at eleven, only two years below the age of consent without parental agreement, she had produced sis babies on stage, all of them girls, thanks to gender-adjusting hormones she was required to take regularly, a non-negotiable requirement of her contract.
Most of Carly’s deliveries had been done with her sitting on a vinyl-topped kitchen table, her legs spread and her wrists tied to an overhead pipe to keep her from using her hands to interfere with the natural birthing process. Pregnant teen girls could not be trusted to either whelp or abort without the use of their hands.
Sometimes one of the half dozen customers who paid big time to witness the show 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 private party of six men and women in a small room next to the kitchen. Carly had to do some special twisting to help the young dishwasher fist fucking her to get things going, and the infant’s legs came first.
The boy and a customer had grabbed the protruding legs, and although her cord was tightly wrapped around the infant girl’s neck when she was extracted from Carly’s womb, they were able to disentangle it in time to save for Joe the infant, which was another valuable asset.
After delivery Joe always gave the new mother a couple of hours off before resuming her shift. He promised to pay them overtime for the rest of the day. If the child was beautiful at the age of three, she would move from the nursery to work in the Toy Store, fucking pedophiles.
If she were not attractive, the toddler would be quietly sold to a private buyer on the underground market. Not possessing a birth certificate, her rights could be made available to whoever claimed her, for the right price, with no paperwork. There was a big market for little girls without strings on the underground market, and Joe knew how to work it.
For the right client, Joe would make a concession and sell full rights to a truly beautiful little girl, but at a highly elevated price. That would be an exception, because most of those he kept to work in the Toy Store until she was old enough to wear heels and chains so she could work the ramp in his diner.
CHAPTER 5 — THE TOY STORE
Twice a year a buyer for a numbered company would come around to check on what little cuntlets were available in The Toy Store, would even check out the nursery, and then make a few purchases with an offer too good to refuse. Joe had known and done business with this buyer 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. Police chiefs were paid off to keep their constables at bay for that period.
The girls would be trained to perform naked 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 in her womb and a tail sticking out of their anuses to entertain mixed audiences. The young performers’ cunts were always severely stretched, to make strong visuals.
A retired prostitute ran an animal shelter, where strays and rescued animals were protected, and while in her keeping, were trained to copulate with humans. Most of her animals were large dogs, but she also kept a few specials, such as a goat, two hogs, half a dozen monkeys and a gorilla.
She leased, but never sold, her bestial fornicators to the sex circuses, and made a good living from her efforts. She used girls sixteen or older, who were no longer of interest in the kiddie porn business, as animal trainers, teaching the animals to mount them and give them a good fucking.
She only released them from their forced duties when a client told her he required a young girl to use at a snuff party. If needed, she provided the location and even a guest list if required. Often people wanting to do a killing knew only a few people into that sort of thing, but the animal trainer had a list.
To handle the new-born kids, Joe had established a nursery 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 placed in this cooperative, and were raised to the age of seven, at which point they could legally become sexually active and move to the Toy Store, with the signed consent of a parent or guardian.
Joe took on the responsibility of signing for them, calling himself the child’s legal guardian. This worked fine, because with payoffs, nobody ever asked. He had on staff a full-time medic, who ensured the pregnant girls were not going to give birth too early, and were ready and able to pop their pups in a live birthing show.
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 their offspring to fornicate with strangers, a choice which increased their income, at least on paper, because all revenues were deposited for safe keeping in the café owner’s business account.
The infant children did not work in the diners, but instead, were put to work at a special facility at the end of the huge parking lot known as The Toy Store, a special facility that attracted even more clients than The Chain Gang. The Toy Store was fronted with a real toy store, tended to by a matronly woman.
The store featured magazines and sex toys in its large inventory, including a back-room display of over-sized sex toys, the kind that were designed to deliver pain, were for more than just for show. Men bought them to use on the little human play toys they rented at The Toy Store.
The male clients went behind a curtain then down a narrow staircase to where the real action took place. They could have a secluded sexual encounter with a girl between seven and twelve, depending upon their personal taste, or join in a group session in the photo studio.
Those with a taste for it could also rent a toddler for sexual play. These gentlemen paid a premium, and were willing to do so, as long as they got a very young naked little girl or boy alone for an hour of radical sexual fun. For a substantial additional fee, the child need not survive their attention.
In the downstairs sessions, the well-trained children, either single or in active pairs, could be photographed in obscene, debasing acts, or in simple groin-spread poses, sometimes inserting toys into their little rectums or vaginas. The children were required to participate in both fornication and pornography.
Cameras were provided which never left the studio, but their photographs could later be downloaded from a secure site by the client. The highly obscene photos were also posted for access by paedophiles around the world, on a special pay site in Russia where such activity was illegal but never prosecuted.
Images and videos of naked little girls abusing themselves with toys were very popular on the pay sites, and produced a great income for the owners of the sites. They paid the Russian hosts well for the service, and were able to regularly increase the shock level of what the naked little girls did to themselves.
With each passing year, the value of life seemed to be reduced, particularly with the growing popularity of reality television and such government sanctioned programs as televised entertainment executions, popular even with general tax payers, because they diminished the cost or running prisons.
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. The buyers were almost always recruiters for the motion picture industry, with an insatiable need for fresh talent of a specific nature.
The inclusion of naked little ones engaging in the kind of acts one would expect only of adults, in late-night theaters in bordellos, was now commonplace in the movies, and naïve young mothers were anxious to get their little girls involved in the movie business, with no understanding of the accompanying risks.
Crafty agents drew them in with promises of fame and fortune, while dreaming of those for themselves. They knew the Toy Store was a cheap dive where kids were sent simply to be abused by heartless lusting clients, but that was simply the nature of the business, and they cared nothing for the children.
As a regular feature, Joe would cater to a convention from a nearby city, bussing members out to get naked with a hoard of naked little girls, for a no-rules fuck-a-thon, where men would spend the entire night copulating with darling little girls, or buggering cute little boys.
When the men got into their clothes and boarded the busses to return to their hotels in the city, the little kids would be rounded up, and invariably one or two had been fucked to death. It was just the cost of doing business, as every crowd had a few men who respected no limits.
Because of the success of his business, Joe had a waiting list of applicants, all aged eight to thirteen, with mothers eager to sell the rights to their little girls, and all were ready to start. Because he needed them to be able to reproduce, he only accepted applications from girls as young as eleven.
Knowing it might take some time for them to be accepted, girls years younger submitted applications. Most applicants did not have parental consent, so would be unable to accept full duties, including the profitable back-room prostitution and subsequent birthing, until their sixteenth birthday.
The modernization of antiquated laws regarding minors and their active involvement in sexual themes made a huge difference in what could be seen for a price, and with the advances, there was little need to clean up a lot of highly harmful practices where children were concerned.
Children who were commonly hooking up with schoolmates and openly practicing sex at parties, were abused by pimps working outside the law that did not recognize young people had mature attitudes toward sex, that put them in harm’s way by removing any protection by the law.
Now that kids could legally fuck for profit, it meant that decent businessmen like himself could protect them in respectable businesses such as The Toy Store, while both he and teenage girls in his employ could earn good money by doing what came naturally. Entirely to Joe’s benefit.
CHAPTER 6 — RECRUITING 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.
She was also eager to have her nipples and labia fitted with the rings and chains, permanent fixtures to her milk glans and her genitals, so that she could get started. As soon as she was fitted with the body metal, she went straight to work, one of the few girls on the ramp not yet pregnant.
When she reached the age of sixteen, she had served her purpose, and it was nearing the time she move on. The perfect opportunity presented itself by which Joe could profit by Carly’s removal. She was a comely young cunt, but had reached the age where men wouldn’t pay as much to watch her self-abort.
Joe realized he could effectively sell her in what would be a legitimated recruiting activity, and also make some extra good money by also selling a couple of her pretty little daughters. A package deal was a great way to move human merchandise, and Joe as a consummate marketer.
A talent scout for a motion picture production company who had often used The Chain Gang as a resource was recruiting, and needed several quality young cunts. Although she was above the age range the customer was looking for, he mentioned he was interested in some girls who were visibly pregnant.
Joe was confident he could swing it, by providing some below the age range who were in full belly, as he knew the younger ones were always a hit and in demand, particularly if they were with child. In addition, Carly was three months along with her 8th, and starting to show.
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 1906, was Outrage Reservation, and the company was preparing to do a central scene for the film, a bloody massacre of Indian maidens.
There were not enough squaws in the entire State to provide the numbers they needed, so their plan was to disguise white girls as young Indian squaws, and to have mounted cowboys shoot them with rifles in a real 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 that had created the reservation in the first place, and determined to clear the land of its people
When they had wiped the aboriginals out, there would be no further legitimate treaty claims on the land, so it would, by default, revert to the government, and they could homestead it, grazing their cattle on the fertile land, as many had done way back before the Civil War.
According to the script, the ranchers would lure the Indian men off the reservation into town, where they could attack, scalp, butcher alive and then kill all the white women working at the town’s most notorious whorehouse. When it was announced what they would be doing, there was no problem in recruiting Indian men.
The whorehouse raid would be shot after the big massacre scene, but would be seen in the move before the massacre of squaws, providing the rationale for the Indian women being alone in their village.
For the squaws and their daughters’ massacre scene the company’s recruiters were gathering two hundred white women and children, tanning them and dying and braiding their hair to make them look like squaws. These would augment the fifty-five Indian cunts they’d rounded up.
According to the script, while the men were gone on their own sortie, the ranchers and their men would stampede the young squaws and their little girls, all of them buck naked, out into the desert with mounted horsemen, and massacre them with their trusty Winchester repeating rifles, excellent for killing cunts.
Outrage Reservation was to be an epic Reality Movie, 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 in epic proportions.
All two hundred naked extras would be the targets, and that scene would also introduce little girls experiencing violent death in Reality Movies for the first time.
To create a legal precedent for displaying brutalization of children for entertainment and profit, Outrageous Productions visited Japan during the summer, and a crew visited a large community fountain and wading pool where children three 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 to do regular maintenance on the fountain. Instead they offloaded a Bobcat fitted with a large hydraulic crane, and installed a huge concrete log near the top of the sculptured fountain that was consistent with the general design of the central feature in the water park.
The next day was Sunday, when the park was always very busy on hot days. The sun shone brightly, and at noon two American men, dressed as tourists, showed up in shorts and flip-flops, sun glasses and armed with small point and shoot cameras with HDV capability to document what was about to happen.
The park was very busy with naked children romping and splashing in the wading pool, their parents watching them from the shade, and dozens of men with telephoto lenses on their still and video cameras stood against a fence, collecting photos and video of the nude children for their private collections and to share on the kiddie sites on the darknet.
The two men from the American film company joined the men making video of the tiny naked children, giving particular attention to several nude little girls aged two to six who were frolicking at the base of the fountain. Not all of them were house-broken, and several times they squatted to piss and shit in the water.
Several of the little girls up to five years of age would also get out of the water to squat on the fountain’s ledge to poop. Japan had some very interesting customs as a first world country so recently emerged from third world. The vagina of a woman was seldom shown in their highly developed pornography industry, but public deification by nude children was entirely acceptable.
When the two American men among the group of Japanese and American voyeurs had got more than twenty minutes of video from the distance using their long lenses, they moved into the sunshine and gradually got closer to the children. This provided them an entirely new perspective.
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 play. The men entered the pool with its big fountain along one side, wading very slowly in the foot-deep water.
In less than five minutes they were within just 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 obvious voyeurism was always present at this and other fountains, but always at a discrete distance.
These two kiddie-loving paedophiles were both foreigners, not Japanese, and their growing erections in their tight shorts were now conspicuously firm. Both were also displaying a growing row of pecker tracks, where pre-ejaculation fluid dotted the front of their shorts.
The woman, 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 to her skin due to the humidity and her perspiration, and there were no lines of elastic showing, which is always present with tight underwear beneath clothing. Other than the immodest dress, this beautiful young Japanese woman was clearly stark naked.
As she arrived, wading in the water near the children, one of the white men brought out his cel phone, used speed dial to select the electronic control on the device holding the log in place, ready to roll uninhibited into the wading area, and when he judged the moment to be right hit the number 7.
As a direct result, the single metal catch holding the huge heavy concrete log in place snapped open, and the concrete cylinder rapidly rolled down the sloped edge of the fountain, ready to wreak havoc as it smashed down onto the naked children wading in the pool below it.
The little girls were directly in line with it, 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. A horrible accident was clearly about to happen.
In the panicked excitement, nobody noticed that both American men’s hugely erect penises had come out through their open flies, and both men were ejaculating, their sperm was pumping high in the air with their enthusiasm as they videoed the event, and their thick cum splashed into the water.
The immense concrete log took less than four seconds to reach the naked little girls, who were oblivious to what was about to happen. 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.
Within an hour the quickly edited video was up on YouTube, X, Facebook and Instagram. Within another hour it had gone completely viral before being jerked off the sites. In that first hour 250,000 watched the children being crushed, literally flattened by the rapidly rolling cement log.
They had watched bug-eyed as the log 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 video makers caught several excellent shots of her short skirt rise well above her hips, and the gaping slot in her totally depilated pubic mound, her cunt. Within seconds of the video being removed, it appeared again with another name, and word was out.
Because of a couple of carefully selected key words more than half a million viewers caught it in the next hour, and YouTube’s own statistics revealed most viewers hit the pause and repeat buttons so often that 350,000 trollers spent from the moment they found the 3.5 minute video until it was once again removed in watching the devastation to the crushed little girls and the woman.
The heads of the children were now only a couple of inches thick but twice as wide as normal with brains leaking out. 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 pool’s water was a soon a light pink, colored by their blood, 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 created, people around the world who represented the general market for Hollywood movies had proven the world was ready for the carnage to little girls represented in the made-for-YouTube video, produced exclusively to prove the point it so eloquently did.
Kiddie porn had grown up, and was ready for the real world. People could handle it. The moral question was irrelevant. It was immediately clear that people wanted it, and Hollywood was fully prepared, ready and able to quickly provide hundreds of similar videos in amazingly gross detail.
Because Outrage Reservation was intended 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 fully informed.
The plan was to actually hit only about forty of the two hundred extras, providing an eighty percent survival rate, give or take, depending upon how the bullets flew. It was not mentioned to the female participants that nobody would be counting shots or hits during the hectic action.
What the gorgeous young naked ladies were told was that this kind of survival rate was very good in the Reality Movie business, and Reality Movies were everywhere. For most participants it would be fairly safe, regardless. That explanation appeared to satisfy them.
Another group of ladies hired to play the white and black whores to be scalped, butchered then slaughtered, would have only about a two pecent chance of survival, and therefore would earn no salary but instead a million-dollar payout should they survive. That seemed to satisfy them.
As dangerous as this Indian squaw massacre scene was for the recruited ladies, knowing that a few of them would die, the attraction for them was that they would be in a real movie. Their base pay was to be two hundred dollars for the day of the shoot, four hundred dollars in danger pay.
With the twenty percent chance of them being shot, getting 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, seemed to satisfy them. None of the ladies recognized that the numbers made no sense.
That came to a total of sixteen hundred dollars for a day’s work! In addition, if their participating progeny survived, a woman would make the same for each naked child she consented to allowing participate in the film. For these young mothers, ranging in age from thirteen to twenty-one, this was very big money.
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 really wanted to earn the extra money.
Only one of the girls declined, not because of the danger, but because she was always shy to be around cameras. She did, however, sign consent papers for two of her five daughters to participate, even though Joe insisted he would be the one to decide which two.
Carly readily agreed to the deal, and Joe collected a recruiting fee of fifty-five hundred dollars, which was five hundred 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 agreed with her choices. She 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 learned to fuck like mink, extracting the semen from a man’s erection quickly and with passion. Like their mother, both little girls would make ideal subjects for the film sequence.
CHAPTER 7 — THE 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 with metal clippers from her nipples and labia, and said good-bye to her friends at the diner.
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 boarded the film company’s bus. They joined other new 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 front and in the back room of his diner until she finished the film assignment and 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 as a child into his back room to show her how a girl should fuck men, and how to please them while draining their balls of sperm.
He taught her how to extract semen in her little colon, womb or throat, and how to hurt a man who got out of control by hitting his most vulnerable place. She learned the value of an unexpected violent blow to the balls in calming a man down. In just two days she was ready to go to work in the Toy Store, pleasing men who liked to fuck little girls.
When she turned eleven she had become a waitress at his diner, and 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 legs 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 had been different, and quite sexy, because she had to be on her hands and knees on the table to deliver. She was fully pregnant, so this was to be a birthing, not an abortion. It was quite tough, with the baby’s legs coming 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. 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 finally struck out on her own. Carly had no idea what she would do after the dangerous Reality Movie shoot, but she knew the first order of business was for her to become a survivor.
She believed the odds were pretty good that her children would survive as well. Things were looking good for Carli, at least for the short term. She felt really lucky to have this exciting new job, and was certain this great opening was going to be the start of something really big.
Hamburgers and Cokes were purchased by the coach’s attendant at fast food stops along the way, 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 tents the film company had set up in a temporary production 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 of the required 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 curl had also to undergo hair straightening. It was necessary that all of them look like real Indian squaws.
Many of them were. These native women with high cheekbones had been recruited for facial close-ups. They were all, despite their aboriginal features, quite beautiful, for Indians. That was a basic norm in the film industry. The cameras only got to see beautiful women and girls.
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, 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 nude, where the trainers were waiting for them.
Notes were made on which required extra attention to her hair, either because of color or 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 death sequence for which they had been recruited.
They would start with specific movement assignments before the total chaos of the killing 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 an insensitivity.
They 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 that a number of the exceptionally beautiful young girls were in their third trimester of pregnancy, but realized that everyone, even the pregnant cunts, should have equal opportunity at earning the big payday.
She also realized that she was also pregnant with her 8th baby. She was almost through her first trimester, but except for the sexy roll to her tummy, she was hardly showing. It was an instant erection producing tummy, demanding “fuck me!” to any male who saw it.
Her labia, no longer ringed but stretched from the experience, dangled freely, more than usual from wearing the 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.
None of them was allowed to keep even a suggestion of growth. The same was true for those with under-arm hair. Keeping their groins completely clean of hair accentuated their youth, and made them much more attractive to the cameras, and subsequently the audiences watching them 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.
There were no rest room facilities – they simply walked several yards from the group, and dug a small pit in the sand with their hands into which they defecated. No pit was required for urine, since it simply splashed into the sand and within minutes dried and completely disappeared.
At noon, while inside, they had a 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 PM, when they had dinner followed by another hair-dying and straightening session, followed by a 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 skins, dark straight hair and were ready for their final hairdo and make- up. They had been here only a week, driven by both excitement and fear. Their courage had been quietly bolstered by the production manager with the addition of a small amount of opium and steroids added to their food.
He had continually increased the volume and strength of the drugs they consumed, so that by the last day this hoard of squaws and their little girls had become highly aggressive cunts. Their aggression would be wasted, because they were targets, not fighters.
The drugs would reduce loss of blood when they were shot by the riflemen, increasing also their ability to buck, twist, scream and heave as they went down, enhancing the quality of action on the big screen. There had been a week of preparation, and already it was filming day!
CHAPTER 8 — THE REHEARSAL
Make-up was applied to the white women by the stylish make-up artists, creating with color and shading the appearance of high cheek bones, rounded cheeks, the suggestion of Asian slope to their eyes and rounded jaw lines, making them all look like the Indian squaws they were to represent on screen.
The performers were told that there would be cameras positioned throughout the action area, hidden by fake rocks and small low bushes disguising the pits in which the equipment and operators were located. This was the professional way of capturing all of the angles necessary to tell the story properly.
The gorgeous brown-skinned young girls were told that whenever they noticed 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 girls. Their stark nakedness would be on full display for the movie, because that was what customers wanted to see.
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. It had to appear as if everything was normal at the start of the massacre sequence.
Then the horsemen would come thundering down from a hillside, and the cunts were instructed to act as if panicked, to scream but to use no words, because that would not be authentic. In a panic situation Indian squaws would not use English, even if those of them who knew it.
They were to scramble about and then run out toward the designated area in the desert not far from the village, where several of the cameras and sound recording technicians were hidden. They were told not to worry about what to do next, as once the rifles started to bark and spit out lead, the rest of the action would come naturally.
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 near them, even if she already had children tagging along. A squaw could have several kids, even if the ones in their teens.
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 with a naked girl being gunned down with bleeding little children clinging to her legs.
The door had been opened for the use of naked little girls, minus the killing, in Reality Movies forty years earlier, and by the much tamer reality television, for which families were taken to deserted islands to compete with one another in several arranged and often dangerous competitions.
Because some risk was involved, although not fatal, parents were given permission to sign wavers protecting the production companies from liability. In some events the children of each family were pitted against each other, scantily clad or nude, in fights the parents could watch but not intervene.
True to nature, each family encouraged its children to become more and more aggressive, until in the third season of the popular show, one of the little girls ambushed another and hit her on the head with a stone, giving her a severe concussion, and putting the child into a coma.
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 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.
How much danger children would face had never been defined, and was not tested. Although children younger than six could not be used in active sexual intercourse of any kind, there was nothing sexual about subjecting a naked three-year-old to being shot in the course of an action movie,
They could be harmed intentionally or unintentionally, so long as at least one of the parents or a guardian provided written consent, and the child was participating in the event when shot. This was the first time this gaping loophole had ever been tested, because in all the years since nobody had ever thought to do so.
In still another way Outrage Reservation would be breaking new ground. 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 that when the naked little girls were unprepared for the violence that followed, it made for better and more authentic action on the screen.
He also wanted to avoid the issue of 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 an occurrence like that during reshoots.
There would need to be additional shooting of choreographed sequences, but it would be a terrible waste of a young life if it should it take place when the cameras were not rolling. There was no point in adding to the already considerable expense of obtaining and preparing so many extras.
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 the artificial movie blood, with the use of the drugs, they would not lose energy and activity level 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 highly erotic movement, even when the little cuntlets were downed with a hit by a bullet.
With sufficiently large bullets, even a dead body will buck and kick upon impact of the rounds, but when the target is still alive, the reactions can be much more spectacular, with the reaction and recoil of muscle spasms on the living cunts triggered by the violent trauma of a hit.
The use of stuntmen and the addition of 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.
This would be 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 create whatever they saw in the film.
The camera and the film audiences loved the real look, because it 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 sight of naked females of all ages being blown apart by bullets was what audiences demanded.
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 shooting.
If that happened, their insurance costs would go through the roof. A turkey shoot scene like this was a great way to produce the kind of scene the audience wanted, but only if 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.
Unlike the expectations of the lovely lady extras, believing it was all in fun, there were no blanks to be fired once the cameras were rolling. Blanks were only used during the rehearsal. Now it was time for one hundred percent use of live rounds, and a “take no prisoners” approach to the slaughter.
The only difference between the bullets used was that some of them carried a much heavier load, and of those many projectiles had a grove carved in the head of. the bullet to cause it to spread inside the victim, ripping apart their meat and creating an impressive exit wound.
Two hundred naked and deeply tanned women and children were the live targets, and the film’s budget had no room in it for payouts to extras. There was $320,000 promised, minus the discount of $1,600. for each of the dead. The gunmen’s assignment was to produce $320,000. in discounts.
Neither any of the women nor their children legally existed, since they were all the product of illegitimate births, and had never been registered as human beings. Only the runaways had a birth certificate; the majority had no record of having ever existed, and were therefore completely expendable.
According to law, 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.
In fact, 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 without any negative ramifications, no lawsuits, and no trace of victims.
Since 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 in the same incinerator most bodies went into.
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. Because of the remote location, the incinerator didn’t need to be use in this case.
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 in the banks of a dry riverbed, and some of the larger ones had spread to become large and deep ravines.
The director decided he wanted the movie set to be built beside the dry riverbed, which would require the filling in of three of these ravines. 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.
When the slaughter scene was finished, the carcasses of the young ladies and their daughters would be dumped into the ravines, covered with generous doses of lye, then buried by filling in the naturally occurring trenches. The land would be levelled for a large area, and there would be no signs that the ravines had ever existed, let alone the two hundred females buried in them.
Outrageous Productions was in production of its eleventh feature film of the Reality Movie genre, and had a track record of pleasing their investors. Each film had grossed more than two hundred million, and had come in under ten million each, on average. Part of the reason was that they had resisted the temptation of casting big name/big cost stars.
Their box-office was based on the the first word of each title, “Outrage”. When it became clear the extras, almost always nude or semi-nude females, were in fact 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 were convinced they were, they wanted to see more.
PART 9 — THE FILM SHOOT
Carly sat on a stone while she tied a leather thong around her waist. Several of the girls had been given them, provided by the costume department. They were totally immodest, because half a dozen strands of leather dangled from the front half way to her knees, but they obstructed nothing, including a wonderful view of her magnificent cunt.
Another shorter strap was tied tightly around her right arm above the elbow, and a feather was stuck into a tight brown headband she was given. About a quarter of the mothers were given similar bits of costume, and the rest of them remained as naked as their daughters. All of these remainder women and children had only the headband and the feather.
At least half of the teenage girls were visibly pregnant, and more than fifty of those had full swollen bellies. Their need for money was so desperate that they were willing to risk not only their lives and those of their female children, but also of their unborn infants to have a chance to collect the big check at the end of the day.
None of these daredevil naked girls had ever been hit by a bullet before, and most of them believed what they’d been told, that either it would be like a big bee sting or, if the shot was fatal, they wouldn’t even feel it. The bevy of clueless naked pregnant bitches took comfort in their ignorance, and the promise of money.
The gorgeous naked extras were excited and nervous that the big scene they had committed to was at last about to start. An assistant director assembled them and gave them feedback on what was great and what should be improved from the rehearsal. The crew was generally pleased, but it was suggested they lift their knees higher when they ran to get more speed and visible expression of fear, as well as present their cunts better.
The young women’s feeling of horror would follow naturally when the shooting by the armed horsemen went far beyond what they expected, and they began to realize they were all likely to be shot, and further realized there was nothing they could do to escape the brutal violence of their fate.
There was no need to mention that to them at this point; they would discover the hopelessness of their situation soon enough. They would feel totally violated when they realized had been deceived into believing they had some chance of collecting what to them was big money.
Carly was put together with the two of her daughters she had selected for this exciting and risky adventure. Even the 3-year-old had seen killing on reality TV, and the 7-year-old had been to Reality Movies as well. Both were aware that this was risky business, but had been prepared to see it as an exciting event, and to feel lucky they were allowed to take part.
Although both had lived from their birth in the nursery, mothers were given an hour off shift three times a week to spend with their children, to produce some kind of bonding. All of the mothers in the group were with their daughters, and were having a chance to strengthen their bond before embarking on their daring and highly dangerous exploit.
Carly was excited at the prospect of being in the majority to survive the shooting sequence, along with her beautiful young daughters. They wore brown headbands like hers, each with a feather in it to proclaim themselves to be Indians. They had no other costume, but were buck naked.
Their tans were deep, and with their make-up their transition of nationality was convincing. Only the color of their eyes would give them away, but only in tight close- shots of their faces, which would be avoided by the skilled camera crews lying waiting in their disguised trenches in the desert. They were more interested in capturing images of cunts than faces.
A few of the girls who had volunteered were now having second thoughts, and several of those became quite vocal about it. This was anticipated, and the female assistant directors moved among them, exchanging red headbands for their brown, and did the same for their children.
They assured them the riflemen had clear instructions to avoid shooting at anyone with a red headband. They would receive their day pay rate only, not the danger pay or the survivor pay, and the nervous young women readily agreed, relieved they would be spared what they suddenly dreaded, now that the time to perform had arrived.
In its production meetings, the production staff had made a firm rule to get close to none of the extras, and to never engage in conversation with an individual. It was critical that all of them see these gorgeous young strangers as something separate from themselves, and definitely cunts who were less than human.
That way they would understand that what they were doing with their films was in very small measure addressing the problem of the unofficial and illegal population, the unregistered and uncertified. These people without citizenship were the only targets, girls with no prospects.
Among these were the pretty middle-class girls who were determined to face the risks and be seen doing so on the big screen, by their friends and by millions of others. They all wore red headbands, as the riflemen were instructed they were all to be shot, maimed and killed.
The half dozen assistant directors, all but one of them capable young females, assembled the nude extras at their starting points, holding back twenty of the women and children, including four ripely pregnant girls, as well as six of the most strikingly beautiful girls who were not pregnant.
They retained the genuine native girls and Carly, for special close-up work to be done immediately following the massive slaughter master scene. Carly’s daughters would run with the rest of them, assigned to stick with and pretend their mother was a pretty young socialite college girl who was in it for the thrill.
Radio communications from the assistant director carried the message to roll cameras and sound, and confirmation from each station was received before the director called over his large electronic megaphone “Action!” Horses were spurred, and the scene was under way.
“Run!!” was called out by all of the ADs, and there was instant chaos. A dozen riflemen appeared over a ridge behind the tee pee village, the nude girls and their daughters scrambled in all directions until the armed horsemen charged down the hill toward their naked human prey.
The nude cunts and their children stampeded out into the desert toward the awaiting hidden cameras. The mass-massacre was on! Rifles barked, girls stumbled and fell, and in minutes they were surrounded in the invisibly designated area. Those wearing red headbands were targeted first.
The screaming panicked naked cunts demonstrated a viable measure of disbelief and denial to the horror of what was happening to them. The riflemen on horseback proved their skill. The terrified cunts each took several hits before falling, thanks to the accurate shooting of the riflemen hired to do this scene.
They were mostly renegade soldiers who had been dishonorably discharged and found their way into criminal life. They had been recruited from military prison, with the promise that by completing this project they would earn their freedom. All of the well-trained marksmen given the offer had readily accepted.
Bullets bit into tender female flesh, specially tanned for this spectacle, cutting groves across buttocks, piercing calves and breasts, or blasting through the back of heads, exploding pretty screaming faces. Four of the riflemen charged their horses right into the melee of screaming ladies, and trampled several of them in the process.
Even those downed by bullets were not immune to being shot, or being ripped apart by the hooves along with those mowed over by the charging steeds. Blood and guts were strewn over the hard-pack desert soil, adding brilliant color to the proceedings as the slaughter escalated.
Several of the girls had, in their panic rather than by planning, come together at one side of the terrified herd of Indian squaws. One of them bolted to a gap between riflemen, and the rest of them, trailed by their children, followed, all of them screaming at the top of their lungs.
Before they got out of range of cameras, four horsemen rode into the group to scatter them and then herd them back to the killing field. A seven-year-old girl fell, and the last near-by camera caught an incredible shot of a horse rearing up and then, with the little nude desperately attempting to roll away, dropping its front hooves directly into her little belly.
The child’s tummy-flesh parted as if it wasn’t there under the weight of the beast. The impact split her torso wide open in front. The horse reared again, this time pulling purplish ropes of her entrails caught on the flailing hooves. She was toast, but her little body twisted and heaved as if to escape the horror she was experiencing for the good of the production.
The rifleman swung the beast to the right when he saw a pretty five-year-old attempting to run past, and knocking her down with its rising front leg, the horse brought the hoof down directly onto her groin, crushing her pelvic bone. As it moved forward its left hind hoof came down on her neck with such force it severed her head from her little torso. The cameras caught it all.
Giving little notice to the carnage beneath him, the man riding the horse swung his rifle and fired at some girls trying desperately to hide behind already fallen women, and picked off three with remarkable marksmanship, creating serious wounds that immobilized them without killing any of them.
The unfolding carnage in the kill zone was amazing. None of the girls or children were spared the horror of the slaughter. The insane action of the outrageous massacre lasted nearly twenty-five minutes, until at last the final little girl, an athletic six-year-old, took half a dozen hits before falling. Her tight little body now looked like a blood-smeared rag doll.
She urinated a arch of golden girl-pee that sparkled in the sunlight before splashing onto the hot sand between her spread legs. Her little rectum opened and a brown stick of her offal emerged only half way. The child expired before she could complete her final bowel movement.
While many of the fallen were still alive, actively bucking and twisting their naked bodies in agony, with a mixture of screams, wailing and moans filling the air, the crews quickly brought forward those girls who had been set aside during the master scene, and began shooting closeups.
They got shots of everything from them running away to them taking hits from guns just out of camera range. They started with the tight face shots of the real Indian cunts and their kids being shot, and when they were all finished, moved on to the white tanned girls in Indian make-up.
They featured mostly breast, belly and buttock hits, with particular attention to belly shots to the pregnant girls. Two of the fully ripe girls, a thirteen-year-old and another girl who was fifteen, actually amazed the director and cameramen by going into labor and promptly giving birth.
The younger naked cunt actually dropped her sprog while she was standing, and the other after she had fallen, because of the incredible trauma to their bellies. The camera operators were professionals, and caught all of the unexpected whelping action as it happened. This was movie making at its best!
Carly was singled out because of her beauty, her age as the oldest “Indian squaw” of the two hundred, and because of her early but clearly visible pregnancy. The director did a number of shots of her taking bullets, most of them carefully aimed graze hits that carved bright red groves across her flesh.
Her screams were outstanding, and the director spent more time with her than with any of the others. Shots through her legs shattered bones so that she could no longer stand, and a horseman dismounted, drew a special glove from his saddle bag, and spread her legs.
A close shot revealed sharp claws on each finger of the terrible glove. He slowly worked his gloved hand into her womb, and when his entire fist was in, and half of his forearm was buried inside her gripping cunt, he began twisting, using the claws to carve the meat around her cervix.
The tortured Carly twisted and writhed in incredible agony as blood emerged around the invasive glove, and at last he began to pull. The camera focused on her womb, missed nothing as the huge clenched fist was gradually retrieved, the fingers wrapped securely around and pulling out her uterus!
The hysterically screaming young woman was experiencing a radical abortion by the extremely painful removal of her gonads! The extracted uterus was slashed open, and the camera zoomed in to provide a revealing close-up of the fully-formed but tiny illegitimate fetus she was growing. Its development was early enough that it still had a tail.
This sequence within a sequence brought an all-time high or, according to the viewer’s perspective, low to the total Reality Movie scene, surpassing the True-to-Life Shock gore films of a decade earlier, all of them while considered classics, still in full theatrical distribution.
The closeup crews retreated, and the horsemen, drawing their pistols, rode through the fallen nudes, dispatching those that showed any sign of life with three shots to the head. These were 45 calibre revolvers, causing massive wounds with each hit, of the kind that made the best cinema.
If the girl had fallen on her face and tits, and her buttocks were raised, horsemen would lean down, thrust the barrel of their rifle into her rectum or vagina, and fire a few rounds deep into her guts, swelling her torso extensively as the large bullet ripped through her.
Others used a more creative way of dispatching the wounded bitches. They fixed a bayonet onto the muzzle of their rifle, and used it to rip open the belly of girls lying tits up. They opened them wide, exposing their viscera and vital organs, and then they disemboweled the screaming young ladies to attract carrion.
As soon as the horsemen departed the scene, the vultures, crows and ravens descended to feast on the wildly strewn and ripped naked carcasses of the deeply tanned girls and children, not minding in the least their unexpected human dinner’s sometimes vigorous writhing and cursing.
Hidden cameras continued to roll, capturing the feast on often living flesh as the naked females were being devoured by the carrion-scavenging creatures. All of this footage was not only included in the main movie, but was made into a biopic that documented the devouring of naked female flesh.
SUMMARY
The cameras had recorded everything. Nothing was missed. The brutal killing was completed, down to the last little girl. Outrage Reservation was more than half way through its shooting schedule, with the major massacre scene successfully completed on time and under budget.
The blood and gore reality movie, featuring massive real killing of naked females, had all the makings of a runaway hit, a genuine blockbuster, and because of it, four more mass slaughter films were in pre-production. The movement was in full swing and was now unstoppable.
Shooting titles for the new projects were “Outrage University” for fans of the debauched destruction of pretty adult girls, “Outrage High School” featuring the brutal killing of naked girls fourteen to seventeen, and “Outraged Teachers” for Junior High girlie-gore with pubescent subjects aged eleven to fourteen.
To satisfy a newly identified and developing market, there was also a killer kiddie flick, “Outrage Elementary”, for those who got their kicks watching two young female teachers grossly abusing naked little girls aged five to ten. Previews of Outrage Elementary were already in theaters, and screenings for the first six weeks were already sold out.
Casting of killer-flicks was never a problem in the motion picture industry, and with the introduction of outstanding danger pay offers, there was a backlog of girls of all ages begging to take part, as were the parents of little girls who could make them lots of quick money.
And maybe, just maybe, girls who took the risk and were willing to appear naked, might start a movie career with the right breaks or, in the alternative, relieve them of all responsibility for their whiny little cutlets. All or nothing was a win-win prospect for young mothers without much income.
At long last snuff films were taking their rightful place in the motion picture mainstream, thanks to the progress of True-to-Life Shock gore films and the progressive reality motion pictures. With Outrage Reservation, Outrageous Productions had another outstanding shoot-’em-up bloody hit on its hands, and from the perspective of the producers, its hands were clean.
THE END
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