Episode 6: Variety Snuff-Part 2

In the instant she heard that wonderful and familiar voice, she quickly spun around to face its’ source, abandoning all attention from the currently chocking girl in the center of the room.

“TOMMY!”; with that said, she dashed over to embrace the young and decently-clothed man hiding behind the doorway, a task made difficult by the mid-sized camcorder he held on one shoulder.

“Hey Emmy, I was going to wake you up a couple of hours ago, but I’d thought it’d be rude to wake you up after doing such hard work and…”

“It’s alright, actually. I wanted to tell you something, but I found Molly first, and she explained everything to me; well, ‘almost’. But still, I need to tell you something, something important.”

But before she could begin to explain, she was muted out by the now desperate gurgles of the poor girl hanging on the noose; an event that beckoned Tommy to gently set Emily aside, so as not to lose the coming moment.

He aimed the camera, and with the lens zoomed and refocused, he had the shot entirely on the face of the soon-to-expire victim.

The poor things’ face was slightly contorted, with the tanned, gentile features framed by long black hair, sitting atop a stressed and thinly-bound neck. The blue and softened eyes, although not vaguely reddened like the face they were put upon, were looking around in every way they can, as if to seek aid from her fate.

A fate, she in truth, had secretly desired.

A secret that was soon no more, for as the last sputters of “life” began to leave her slimly-built frame, those soft-blue eyes of her rolled upwards, and a smile broke out on her face; and with that, and a drip of drool rolling down her chin, she was gone.

Emily gasped at the sight she now saw (she always did when it came to death), while Tommy had gone rock-hard, a thing that was tough to deal with while keeping the camera steady and unmoving the whole time. Soon though, he decided to pull the image off the lifeless visage and move it downwards at the real show-catchers.

Her breasts weren’t awfully big, yet they weren’t awfully small either; probably a size C. Despite this, they seemed to be quite developed for such a young girl like this, with the partially-tanned flesh (with ten-lines more similar to a bikini than a bra) firm to the touch.

The perked and fully-erect nipples were a good sign that this girl ‘loved’ to be hanged, but not as much as the unbound arms that rested at her sides.

He was about to give a few shots at the belly, but the sound of soft trickling caught his ear, and in one swift motion, he had the camera facing downwards at the recently expired gal’s womanhood.

A small stream of piss had managed to leak from the dead girl’s slit, with most of it hitting the hardwood floor, and the rest beating down on the partially-removed panties resting at her knees. Even if the leaking was over, the camera stayed.

Her vagina (although not like Emily’s) was beautiful in a way. A tuft of fine black hair sat at the top of the light-pink lips, which even now were still twitching. The skin around it was for the most part pale in tone, as evident from the tan-line that covered her bathing suit area, or more accurately, her panties.

Yet the illusion was broken by the company barcode that rested above the pubic hair, a detail that caused Tommy to zoom the camera outwards for a better view at the entire figure. But as he thought about the barcode, he thought to himself on what other features of this gal were “artificial”? Was the tanning on her entire body fake as well?

As his mind was to halt for seemingly further thought, a familiar voice from behind him broke the silence, along with the noise of paper flipping.

“Koko. Nationality: Japanese. Age: 14. Designation: School-girl.”

It was a no-brainer to Tommy on where Emily was getting this technical info from, but just for the heck of it he decided to ask anyway.

“I found the folder, with Rosa’s head. I was curious as to what you bought, so I kept it with me.”

Tommy couldn’t help himself but grin at the young girl smiling back at him for being so smart; and now that he looked at her, was she wearing one of his T’s? Regardless, he wanted Emily to get in this film in the only way he knew how:

“Emily, could you stand by Koko for a minute and give a little pose please?”

The request, as simple as it was, made the young gal blush; she had never been on camera before, none the less, a snuff film. But in her wish to please Tommy, she moved over and stood by the hanging corpse; and with the posing of her fingers, and an extra bit of cuteness, gave the deceased doll a pair of bunny ears.

Tommy was delighted at the little scene, and quickly changing the camera mode to ‘PHOTO’, to a picture of the little scene for keeps.

As badly as the young man wanted her now, he knew that he had to finish this snuff-film as soon as possible, a task that could now be made easier with Emily’s guided assistance. Speaking of which:

“Emily, what was that thing you wanted to tell me earlier?”

Emily (still standing beside the body) was excited that she could at last tell Tommy on the important thing she needed to tell him…….but as she tried to remember what it was, she made a horrible, horrible discovery: she couldn’t remember.

She thought as hard as she could, but no matter how much she tried, it just wouldn’t come back to her head. Why?

“I…..I can’t remember. Must have….forgotten it on the way down here.”

As much as she tried, it was no good hiding her worried face, a look that gave Tommy an equal amount of concern.

“Well, I hope you remember what it was, but in the mean-time, would you like to help me with this snuff film of mine?”

“Oh of course I would, I’d be delighted!” She was grateful that Tommy wouldn’t let her concerns hold her down. “Well, as long as I’m not one of the snuffers, or better put, the snuffees.”

“Oh, nothing remotely close to that. You’ll just pose with the aftermaths and maybe run the camera a few times, and that’s really it. You…do know how to operate a camera, right?”

Emily embarrassingly shook her head “no”; out of all the base knowledge GG may have embedded in her, I doubt ‘Camera operations’ was on the list of them. Tommy, realizing the reasons for her response, blushed along with her at his own ignorance.

“It’s easy. Come over here and let me show you.”

Emily moved away from Koko’s (still) hanging body, and stood herself right beside Tommy. Yet to her surprise, he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, and with the other held the camera in front of them.

Emily blushed at the embrace, taking note of how the warmth of his chest brought comfort to her, and the grasp of his arms (even if it was to point and show her the camcorder screen) along her sides made her feel loved.

But as Tommy began to explain to her the display and all its controls upon the miniature flatscreen, a feeling began to once again, creep forward within her mind; the feeling that she had once experienced a similar, yet also different, kind of love.

“Okay, this button allows you to zoom in, and zoom out. But whenever you do this, you also need to remember to always readjust the…”

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“Focus; ease your bodies, and repeat my movements as closely as possible.”

And with that said, the exercise woman began her routine of stretches and bends, and the exercise rooms’ thirteen other occupants joined her.

It was customary for the products of GG to be put through a variety of ‘tests’ before being considered suitable for sale; a small variety no doubt, but they did the trick when it came to gen-tech terms and policies. One of these tests was sub-synth fitness and well-being, a test that resulted in the creation of the exercise room.

Every day, roughly thirty-two times per day, thirty-two different groups of GG merchandise were put through an assortment of stretches, bends, and exercise routines similar along the lines of a typical public gym.

And because there was a large amount of these vigorous and slightly repetitive ‘tests’ every day, the task of ‘gym leader’ was given to something slightly more willing (if not more primitive) than a sub-synth.

“Alright, ease out those shoulders, spread out your feet, and follow me with 30 jumping jacks. Ready…..go.”

And with that, the workout android began her thirty precisely programmed jumping jacks.

Although she wasn’t very robotic, the pale-white skin and wall-mounted hydraulic arm connected to her back didn’t make her that much human either. She looked anatomically like any other woman, with her athletic frame clothed in a grey tank-top and black gym shorts, but if anyone desperate enough was to get a glimpse of what lay underneath, they would only be welcomed by the sight of breasts devoid of nipples, and a pelvic area smooth and absent of any womanhood.

Even though she wasn’t that desperate, Emily was pretty close to thinking so as she watched the dark pony-tailed coach in-front of the class easily breeze through JJ #21 without a hitch, while she herself was lagging behind with JJ #19.

Luckily though, the nurse at the front of the room wasn’t paying attention to her poor progress, namely because she was busy texting away at her cellphone.

Emily was relieved that a human was ‘watching’ them on their exercise exam; in fact, she was grateful that it was the first time that the “Beta 18” (as the human workers began calling them) got to use the exercise room. Because they were special cases, it was tough trying to fit them in the common schedule, and it was even tougher trying to get them all a proper means of evaluation.

You see, because they were betas, they were in some way different from the commonly produced guro-gals, with some of them having body constructions so complex that it required a different means of exercise to evaluate them.

Emily could see that, for as she gazed to the left (and once again was lagging on JJ #26), she noted the absence of three other girls from their group, including the multi-armed one present with her at the showers this morning. Yet there were several girls uniquely designed that were still present, one of them being the Kitsune from the morning, with a hole cut in her gym shorts to allow her tail to pop out.

As she looked to her right to see if the lizard-girl was also with them (even with a scaly tail so long it reached the floor, she was humanoid enough), she was unexpectedly welcomed by the sight of a familiar face; a face, that smiled back.

“I was wondering when you’d notice me.”

It was May from the shower room, and as it turned out, she had been standing right next to Emily the whole time.

Emily blushed at the sudden sight of the friendly woman she met this morning, but before she could respond, the calm and pre-recorded voice of the gym leader rang out.

“Now that we’re done with that, we shall move back to the basic stretches and poses. Ready….go.”

As the animatronic coach began her cycle of stretches and poses, the rest of the room followed along, yet that did not stop Emily and May from conversing for the first time since earlier today.

“How….how have you been? I haven’t seen you all day, not even in the other groups.”

With the aid of her electronic collar, May explained to her that she had been hopping around from lab-to-lab, something about a couple of “durability-tests”, yet it was mostly just her going through a few specialty-drug trials.

“That seems scary.” Emily never really liked the idea of being pumped up on a bunch of chemicals, no matter how enjoyable it may be.

“Well, it wasn’t that bad; they flushed out my systems after each trial, and they put me through every drug they had on market, all six of them.”

Emily was just barely managing to reach her toes when she heard about the drugs; all ‘six’ of them.
“I thought there were only five drugs; Well, I’ve only heard about five of them: Re-animator, Nerve-Duller, Nerve-Spiker, Frame-Freezer and Frame-Loosener. What did the sixth one do?”

Emily looked back at her friend in search of an answer, but she only got a pained face in response.

May was sweating intensely, intensity so fierce that it managed to near-soak her workout uniform (the same one the coach wore) in a matter of seconds. She too, had been bending over to reach her feet, when a sudden sensation of frightening pain had come over her. Before the worried Emily could even ask what the matter was, May had fallen over, and was now in the midst of a dreadful coughing fit.

“MAY!”

With the shout of her friend’s name, Emily rushed over to her side to try helping in any way she could; if only she knew what was wrong with her. The scene had gotten the attention of every gal in the entire room, resulting in them ceasing their routine as they watched the two, while the forever oblivious workout drone continued her cycles uninterrupted.

The scene managed to get the attention of the room nurse, who rushed on over to see what the matter was. She made no effort to run, only walk, and by the time she got to the two of them, May was being picked and supported up by Emily and her twin sister, who had come over to help.

“Are you alright uh….SC18-7?”

Although she managed to hide it, she immediately disliked the human’s use of her friends’ serial “name”, especially in such a shrewd and forgetful manner. Yet May herself, being too exhausted from the now finished coughing fits and spans of pain, was too tired to even care as she weakly said,

“I’m……I’m alright, thank….thank you very much. But….I think that I may……may be done for today.”

The human, a young woman in the beginnings of her adulthood, already had plans for the night, and canceling these “ridiculous” exercise routines would only speed things up for her.

“Alright; All Special Cases, the workout’s canceled. Please follow me out of the room, and proceed to your designated cleaning facilities before returning to your holding dorm.”

As the girls began to file out of the room, the nurse managed to quietly say under her breath, “As if three showers a day wasn’t enough for you gene-freaks.”; a comment that, although unheard by a majority of the girls, was picked up by Emily.

She ‘really’ disliked this human, and she wanted to tell her exactly that, but the well-being of her friend was more important to her at the moment. With the aid of her twin, who had also heard the nurses’ rude comment yet could hardly care less, the two helped the weakened May out of the gym.

Doing such a task however, when it came to two small girls helping to support a woman who could have been twice their size if she wanted to, was easier said than done; And, as soon as Emily had turned her gaze to watch as her friend managed to cough something small out, the trio had accidentally bumped into a young woman making her way through the halls.

“Oh, I’m sorry for that.” But Emily’s apology had seemingly gone unheard, for the young woman, a big-busted blonde with freckled skin, had seemed to be completely oblivious to the accident; she didn’t even notice that she had stepped into whatever it was May had coughed out.

Emily had seen that girl before: she was a mass-produced g-gal for the American division, something related to the horror film industry or something.

Regardless, she, her sister and her friend moved on, making their best to not get left behind by the other girls.

But unknown to Emily at the time, it was only the beginning of her troubles.

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“And that, is how you switch between PHOTO and VIDEO mode.”

Once again, Emily had blanked out, and by the looks of it the time was much longer than when it last happened. Luckily though, Tommy had not yet noticed.

“Emily, are you okay? You got cold all of a sudden.”

Emily, who now realized that just like before, was sweating again. Her skin was wet and riddled with goosebumps, and her now fully-dry clothes were once again soaked by the unsettling amount of sweat.

She was beginning to get worried on what had been happening to her this evening, yet she wasn’t going to let this ‘worry’ dampen her good-time with Tommy.

“I’m…..I’m alright. I guess I’m just….a little bit tired is all.”

Feeling he may need to give his girl a little bit of breathing room, Tommy let go of his grasp of her and stood beside her instead.

“Well, I hope you’re not too tired to help me out with this film of mine, because I’ve only got three more girls left before I’m finished. Do you think you’re up to it?”

Emily, who now felt a little better now, was ready to help Tommy with the rest of his snuff-film, and a smiling nod confirmed to him that.

“Great! Let’s go to the other room where the rest are held. I’ll carry the camera, and you’ll just follow me.”

“Okay.”

Before she could even react, Tommy managed to plant a quick kiss on her lips before dashing out with camera in-hand, while she only stood there blushing at the sudden act of passion.

Her spirits were uplifted again, and as she made her way out of the room, leaving the (still) deceased Koko to hang alone, Emily told herself just one thing:

She was going to help Tommy with his little film, even if it killed her. Or them.