Filming ~ Day 7

Jim pulled into the studio's parking lot at 6:30am. After talking with Carol the night before, he felt better about producing this movie. Better, however, didn't mean good. This situation was far more complicated than he'd imagined when Elaine Salisbury offered the money in exchange for the film.

The starlets and their mothers had set up a mini-apartment in one corner of the studio. There was a TV, DVD-player, and game system. There was a microwave, a hotplate, a toaster oven, a refrigerator, and a coffee maker. There were also six cots lined up in two rows of three. The mothers slept in one row and the daughters slept in the other.

Jim thought it made sense and had already considered the idea of adding on to the studio once the week was done. Creating a real apartment on the studio would be a good idea if they were to continue making movies of this sort.

"Good morning, Jim," Tyra said with a smile when he walked into the studio.

Looking around, he saw that there was an odd feel to the environment in this room. The little girls seemed excited but the mothers were disturbed.

"Good morning, Tyra," he said cautiously. "How are you doing this morning? Have you recovered from yesterday's session? Are you ready for today's session?"

"Yes," the little girl said cheerfully. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about today's session."

Jim's gut tightened reflexively. He was pretty sure she wasn't going to ask him to take it easier on her today.

"I know you're planning on killing us on Friday," she said, oblivious to his wince of pain at her tone of eager anticipation, "but what's the plan for today, tomorrow, and Thursday? More beating? That sounds kind of boring."

The other preteens' nods of agreement caused Jim to groan inwardly. This wasn't going to be good.

"That's what we had planned for today and tomorrow," he said. "Thursday, we'll do nothing. I'd like it if you had a little time to rest before the finale on Friday. Is it too much?"

Tyra shook her head. She looked at Renee and Kelly and, receiving nods from both little girls, turned back to Jim.

"It's not enough," she said.

"Not enough," he replied expressionlessly. "What would you suggest?"

"Electricity," Renee said quickly. "I remember seeing a movie where a guy was hung up below a stream of running water and this other guy was hitting him with a sponge connected to a car battery. That looked awesome."

"I was thinking about a more severe beating," Kelly said. "One where you really let me have it. Maybe, you could break my arms or legs. Maybe, you could break my fingers and toes. I saw a movie where this one guy used a hammer to break all the toes of this other guy. That looked so cool."

Jim couldn't believe what he was hearing. Carol had been right. If these girls weren't killed soon, they'd do it on their own by trying to feed their cravings for intense torture. Shaking his head, he turned to Tyra.

"What about you," he asked.

"I want to be dismembered," she said calmly.

"What," he asked incredulously, throwing a questioning glance to Leanne.

"I want to be dismembered," the ten-year-old repeated. "Start with my feet. Cut them off. Then cut off my legs at the knees, and then at the hips."

Jim was speechless. His gaze bounced between the bubbling little girl and her clearly-shaken mother.

"Then," the little girl continued, "do my arms. Cut my hands off at the wrists, then cut off my arms at the elbow, then the shoulders. Leave me with just a head and torso."

Jim walked over, grabbed Leanne, and walked her a little ways away from the girls and the other mothers.

"Is she serious," he asked. "Please tell me she isn't. Please tell me she's just trying to get to me."

"She's serious," Leanne said. "She's been talking about it since you left last night. It gets better, too. Before she dies, she wants me to cut her open from her pussy to her tits. She wants me to pull her guts out before I cut her head off."

"Oh, my god," Jim said in shock.

"The other two seem to be happy with electrocution and severe beating, but Tyra's been dreaming about this for a while."

"How do you feel about it?"

"I've already committed to cutting her fucking head off," Leanne hissed, frustration and concern making her tone harsh. "I can do the rest. Just do me a favor."

"Anything," Jim replied.

"Have someone standing over me when I do it. I want that person to cut my fucking head off immediately after my little girl dies. I don't want too much time to regret what I just did."

"And how'd you like them to do that?"

"Slowly," she said. "Painfully. I want them to use a butcher knife to slash my throat and keep cutting until my head comes free."

"God, damn, Leanne," he said. "You're not kidding about it being painful. I can't even imagine how much that'll hurt. You know the torture part where you mothers were concerned has been eliminated, right?"

"I know, Jim. I appreciate her letting us off lightly, but we all have failed as parents. We were supposed to take care of our children. I consider this my punishment for failing Tyra. Also, it's not too bad. At least, it'll hurt less than living with the knowledge that I butchered my own little girl, Jim."

Jim couldn't really think of anything to say to that, so, saying nothing, he and Leanne returned to the others.

***

"Okay," he said, "we can do what you wish, but we'll need a little time to set everything up. Now, what, exactly are you hoping for today?"

"Breaking my fingers and toes," Kelly said. "I'd really like that. Tomorrow, we can break all the bones in my arms and legs."

"All the bones?"

"All of them. Shatter them. Not a single break, but many."

"Wow. And you, Renee?"

"Hook up a car battery and shock my titties and cunny. Maybe my tongue, too."

"We can do that."

"I want my hands and feet cut off," Tyra said. "Tomorrow, you can remove my arms and legs. Today, though, just cut all my fingers and toes off one at a time, then cut off the fingerless hands and toeless feet."

Jim shook his head in disbelief. Elaine was getting more for her money than she could've ever imagined. These girls were insane.

"Okay," he said. "This'll take about ninety minutes to set up. We'll have three different rooms; one for each of you. In the meantime, try to enjoy yourselves."

***

As he was leaving, Monique and Lauraine collared him and pulled him aside.

"We need to talk to you about Friday," Monique said.

"Okay," he said.

"Leanne told us about your conversation while you were talking to the girls. We've talked with our daughters and thought you should know how they want to die."

"Okay," he repeated. "Give me five minutes to get the morning's preparations underway and meet me in my office."

***

Sitting in his office, Jim reached into his desk drawer, pulled out his aspirin and chewed three of them to powder before taking a drink of beer.

"Aspirin with a beer chaser," Lauraine said as she watched from the doorway. "Are the girls giving you a hard time, Jim?"

"Fuck me, Lauraine," he said. "These girls're nuts. I've done kiddie bondage for a while, but this is insane."

"It gets better," Monique said, joining the redheaded mother. "May we come in?"

"Grab a seat," he said, waving at two empty chairs in front of his desk.

Once they were comfortably seated, Lauraine spoke.

"Kelly's surprising me, Jim. I knew she was into pain, but, as you said, this is crazy."

"Do you want to back out?"

"If I did," she replied sadly, "Kelly'd run and kill herself in the most painful way possible. At least this way, we have some say in how it happens."

"What does she want?"

"She wants me to cut her head off with a pair of hedge trimmers."

"Can you do that?"

"I can," the redhead said sadly. "As you saw this last weekend, I'm fairly strong. I should have no difficulty closing the trimmer blades."

"And what do you want?"

"After it's done, I don't really care. Kill me quickly or slowly; it's up to you. As long as I die, I really don't care how."

"What about Renee, Monique?"

"You won't believe this," the black woman said. "She wants her head blown off."

"Excuse me?"

"She wants explosives placed around her neck. When they go off, her head will be ripped off."

"I don't know anyone who could be that precise."

"I do," Lauraine said. "A friend of mine works in demolitions. He spends most of his time creating shaped charges that channel the force of the explosion. He could create enough to do what Renee wants."

"Okay," Jim said, wiping sweat from his face.

This was going far too easily.

"What should we do after Renee is dead," he asked the black woman.

"Rip me in half."

"What?"

"What can I say? Renee takes after her mother. Get two pickup trucks, attach chains to their bumpers and to my ankles. Use an axe or chainsaw to split my pelvis and before I die of shock of bloodloss, have the truck-drivers floor it. As they pull away from each other, one will take my left side and one will take my right side."

"Fuck me," Jim said.

"If you'd like, Jim," the black woman said as she started to undress, "I am sure Lauraine and I would have no problem with that."

Lauraine, already out of her pants and blouse, obviously had no problem with it.

***

Everything was ready within an hour rather than the ninety minutes Jim had expected. The three rooms were all ready and the torturers had agreed to do as each of the little girls had asked.

The mothers decided that they couldn't watch the early tortures of their daughters. This was far more extreme than they'd expected and weren't sure they'd be able to handle it. While the little girls were going through their torments, the mothers had decided to visit Carol. Leanne had called and was pleased to find Carol was available to meet.

***

The taxi pulled up in front of the Naylor home thirty minutes later. Carol opened the door with a smile and invited the three women into the living room. Minutes later, the four women were seated, each holding a drink drink.

"Leanne mentioned that the girls had some interesting requests," Carol said.

The three women shuddered.

"I'm not sure 'interesting' is adequate," Monique said.

"'Insane', might be a better description," Lauraine added as she took a drink of her soda.

"I also understand that you each had decisions to make concerning your participation."

"Speaking of which," Leanne said hesitantly, "I was wondering if I could make an unreasonable request."

"I don't know that I'll be able to agree, but ask," Carol said.

"After I kill Tyra, I want my own head cut off. I want it done manually."

"Manually," Carol asked.

"The person doing it would need to use a butcher knife to cut my head off."

"That sounds painful. And if the person doing it isn't overly strong, it could take a few minutes."

"I want it to be painful," Leanne said. "And I wouldn't mind my torment lasting for several minutes."

"Jim should be okay with arranging that," Carol said. "How can I help?"

"I would like you to be the one with the knife."

"You want me to be the one to kill you."

"Would you be okay with that," Leanne asked nervously. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I'd feel much better about it if you were the one to do it."

Carol thought about it. She knew that someone would be killing her friend this Friday, but she wasn't sure that she could do it.

"I don't know, Leanne," she said. "I don't know if I could do it."

"I know," the blonde woman said sadly. "I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable."

"I'm not saying 'no'," Carol said. "Let me think about it. I'll know by tomorrow."

"I am sorry to interrupt," Lauraine said, "but if you find you are okay with helping Leanne, do you think you could do me as well?"

"I don't know," Carol said. "The main concern I have is doing it on film. I have clients that would be extremely uncomfortable with their doctor killing people."

Everyone nodded. That made perfect sense.

"So, Leanne mentioned some odd requests, but didn't elucidate. Can you tell me what the girls wanted?"

The three women looked at each other and shrugged.

"Tyra wants her hands and feet cut off today," Leanne said.

"What?"

"And tomorrow, they'll remove her arms and legs."

"Renee'll be electrocuted," Monique said. "She wants them to hook her up to a car battery and shock her tits, pussy, and maybe even her tongue."

"Kelly, like, Tyra, wants her hands and feet destroyed," the red-headed mother said. "They'll use a hammer to break all her fingers and toes. Tomorrow, they'll pulverise her arms and legs."

"That's extreme," Carol said. "I'm sure Jim was uncomfortable with that degree of torment."

"He was," Leanne said. "I think he's even more upset by all this than I am."

"We've known Jim for a while, Leanne. He was okay with the child bondage but that was mostly because he could appear to be causing significant pain while actually avoiding to do so."

"What do you mean," Monique asked.

"Jim's a showman. Like P. T. Barnum. He uses tricks that allowed him to leave impressive-looking welts and bruises. In reality, he rarely ever hurt the girls seriously. There was one movie where Danii looked like she'd been beaten bloody, but there were no serious injuries. In fact, Jim fired one guy when he accidently cut Danii with a whip stroke."

"Why'd he accept this movie assignment, then?"

"Do you remember me telling you about the time Tyra had to go to the hospital after a shoot?"

"Yes," Lauraine said.

"That was caused by Jim's competitors. They don't care about the talent. They only care about the end product."

"And?"

"And if Jim had turned down the assignment," Carol said, "they would have been offered the job. Jim took the job to make sure it was done with as little pain as possible."

"And now," Leanne said, "our daughters're forcing him to cause unreasonable pain, anyway."

"Poor Jim."

"Exactly," Carol said. "If this production becomes a hit, he's going to be forced to make more of these. This is something that bothers him tremendously. Despite the misogynistic nature of the business, he really loves women and little girls. The last thing he wants to do is really hurt anyone."

***

Renee walked into the room. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined. There was a gynecologist's chair. There was also a portable car battery charger. On a table beside the chair, there were also scalpels and things that looked like long needles. Walking to the chair, she took a closer look. It had velcro straps used for wrist and ankle restraints.

"Have a seat," a voice said from behind the beautiful black 10-year-old.

Spinning around, Renee saw a tall, slender woman. The woman wore what appeared to be a nurse's uniform, but it was red and made of either leather, or vinyl.

"Who are you," the little girl asked.

Faster than Renee could follow, the woman reached out and struck the child across the face.

"Never mind who I am," the woman said as tears began to form in Renee's eyes, the little girl's hand rising to her stinging cheek. "I said to have a seat. If you're not in that chair in ten seconds, your other cheek will hurt, too."

Not wanting to mess with this woman, Renee scrambled into the chair. The woman used the ankle straps and Renee soon found she couldn't move her legs at all.

"We've already started filming," the woman whispered as she started restraining the little girls arms. "Choose your words carefully."

"My name is Mistress Lilith," the woman said loudly, stepping back from the chair. "We're going to be testing your pain tolerances."

Waving to the table and the battery charger, she continued.

"As I've always been interested in electricity, that's what we'll be using. What you see before you is an industrial battery charger. At first, we thought of using a real car battery and charging cables, but they're bulky and are hard to see around."

"What?"

There was a resounding crack as Lilith struck the child across the face again.

"Think of this like the military, bitch. The first word and last word from your filthy mouth will be 'Mistress'. Anything else will result in another slap."

"Mistress, yes, mistress," Renee said, more tears forming in her eyes. "Mistress, what are you going to do to me, mistress?"

"At least, you learn quickly," the woman said with a smile. "I'm going to make you scream for me, little one. You'll feel more pain than you've ever imagined."

The woman picked up one of the long needles and showed it to the little girl.

"These're called 'skewers', Renee. I'll push them through your breasts and attach leads from the charger to them."

So saying, the woman grabbed Renee's right nipple and pulled it outward, stretching the little girl's tit flesh. Finding a point an inch to the left of the nipple, Lilith shoved the skewer through the breast, leaving two inches of metal in the little girl. Repeating the process, she placed a skewer an inch to the right of Renee's right nipple.

Renee let out a howl of agony as Lilith attached one of the red cables dangling from the charger to the left skewer. The little girl continued screaming in pain as the woman attached a black cable to the right skewer.

Reaching into her pocket, Lilith brought out a small plastic flip-case. Opening the case. she took out a pair of foam plugs and inserted them into her ears. Jim had been right. This would get painful quickly if she didn't take precautions. Now that the skewers were placed, the pain receded and Renee calmed down a bit.

"Ouch," Renee said with a chuckle. "I wasn't expecting that."

Lilith shook her head in amazement. The pain must have caused the little girl to forget the earlier lesson. Her right hand flashed out and backhanded Renee across the face.

"'Mistress'," Lilith said as the child looked at her in shock. "The first and last word from your filthy mouth must be 'Mistress'."

"Mistress, yes, mistress."

"Better. Now, I know you weren't expecting to have your little titties pierced, but we're not done, yet, slut. Now, we have even more fun."

Reaching down, the torturess gripped Renee's left outer labia and pulled it outward.

"Now," she said, placing the point of a third skewer against the stretched flesh, "we skewer your little pussy lips."

She shoved the skewer in and through the 10-year-old's labia. This time, there was about three inches hidden within the child's flesh. As the screams began anew, Lilith repeated the procedure on the little girl's right outer labia. Without waiting for the child to calm down, she attached the electrical leads; red to the left skewer and black to the right skewer.

"Don't expect sympathy from me, you little cunt," the woman said as the child regained her composure. "You asked to be electrocuted, right? I'm only giving you what you wanted, you foolish child."

Renee had to admit that the woman told the truth. She'd asked to be electrocuted. She hadn't, however, asked to become a human pincushion.

"Mistress," she said. "I did ask to be electrocuted. I just did not expect the needles. Mistress."

Lilith looked at the child. She hadn't said that 'mistress' must be at the beginning and end of each sentence, but only the first and last words out of the kid's mouth.

"Your expectations are irrelevant," the woman said, picking up a remote control. "I've done this for years and this is the most pleasurable way to electrocute someone. Pleasurable for me, of course. I really don't care if you like it. Now that you're all hooked up, we can begin."

After Lilith placed two more skewers in the little girl's left breast and attached the cables, Lilith and Renee looked each other in the eye for a few minutes. Then, the woman pressed a switch on the charger and Renee's world was reduced to alternating pain. First, her left breast, then her right breast, and finally her little cunny.

Renee was in agony. This hurt far more than she'd anticipated. It was odd, though. It was more pain than she'd ever felt in her short life, but it felt good, too. She could really come to like this.

Lilith let the pain course through the little girl's body for a few minutes before switching off the current. She didn't want to permanently damage the child. According to Jim, this girl was in for some interesting times over the next few days.

"Oh," the little girl moaned as the pain ceased. "Don't do that."

Lilith stepped up and backhanded Renee again.

"How many times do I have to remind you," Lilith asked.

"Mistress," Renee said, "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"So, you can remember. That is good to know. Now, did you want me to continue with the electricity? Is that what you wanted?"

She went over to the restrained girl and gripped one of the skewers running through the child's labia.

"Or," she said with a grin. "Is this what you wanted?"

As she spoke, Lilith pulled the skewer out and ran it through the flesh again, eliciting a new howl of agony from the child. Before the child stopped screaming, Lilith pulled the other skewer out and shoved it through again.

After Renee stopped screaming, Lilith gave the child a drink of water.

"Mistress, thank you, Mistress."

"Let's dispense with the 'Mistress' bit," Lilith said. "It's getting old and I am getting tired of hitting you because of it."

"Yes, ma'am," the 10-year-old said. "I appreciate it."

"Do you," Lilith asked. "Are you enjoying this?"

Renee had to think about that for a moment. She enjoyed pain. She was even excited about the prospect of having her head blown off. This, however, was far more than she had been expecting. It hurt a great deal. On the other hand, It really felt good, too.

"I am," the little girl said decisively. "It hurts, but it feels really good, too."

"Which is better? The piercing or the electricity?"

"I cannot say," Renee replied. "I was sure it'd be the electricity, but the feeling when the needles went through my titties and cunny was really good."

"Liked that, did you? Well, tomorrow, we'll go even further. Tomorrow, I'll shove a cattle prod in your little cunny and hit you with a low dosage. I don't want to kill you, after all. It will, however, hurt more than anything you've felt so far."

"In the meantime, however," Lilith continued, "we'll try something else."

With a scalpel she picked up from the table, Lilith made a small cut in Renee's left buttock. Exposing the wire in the red and black cables, she pushed both ends into the little girl's butt cheek.

"Oh, God," Renee said. "That feels weird."

Lilith flipped a switch on the charger and the little girl let out a horrendous howl of agony. Her spasms shook the leads loose and they fell from her ass cheek.

"Damn," Lilith said, switching off the power. "I knew that would happen."

The torturess left the room for a few moments and returned with medical tape. After reinserting the leads, she taped the wires into place, using enough tape to guarantee they wouldn't come out again until she was ready to remove them.

Renee spasmed again as the power was turned on again and the pain returned with a vengeance. Lilith let the girl scream and thrash around for sixty seconds before turning off the power. The 10-year-old was enjoying it. That much was obvious, despite her heart-rending cries of agony.

When Renee had settled down, Lilith removed the leads from the little girl's buttock. She applied a healing salve and a bandage. Because it was such a tiny cut, it wouldn't require stitches; not that it would make a difference in a few more days.