The Foundation
20
T'is Pity He's a Whore
The iron gates parted without a sound to reveal a young woman in jeans and a smart grey jacket standing on the gravel. She stepped forward with a handshake and a smile.
"Hi, you must be Verity. I'm Morgana. Welcome to The Foundation Studios. I hope you've seen the video we sent last week. It will have given you some idea of what we do here."
"I did. It was pretty ... intense."
"That's one word for it. We didn't intend to shock, but your predecessor only lasted three days. She was unsettled by what she saw here. You need to know the nature of our work if you're going to work for The Foundation."
"No. It was fine. I've worked on a few adult productions in Chicago, and Gilda told me that working here would be a great experience. I'm sure I'll get used to it."
"Well, let's begin with a brief tour of the studio, and then I can show you where you will be working."
They began their visit in the stock room, where Morgana showed her guest dozens of racks of costumes.
"We have a wide selection of historical clothing, from ancient Rome to sixties London. The costumes do not remain on our ... performers for long, but Miss De Bois wants a high level of quality for the productions. This is fairly standard for a film set, but I doubt you've ever seen anything like this."
Morgana led Verity to the back of the stock room to see six girls chained to the far wall, held in place by their neck and ankles. All were naked and there appeared to be red stains on the vagina and anus. The young women conveyed a sullen resignation as they sat in the gloom.
"They call it the meat rack. They collect performers from here if there has been a change of script or the director is not happy with a convict. The key point to remember is the term they use to describe these ... performers. They call them fuckmeat. The best way to cope is to pretend either that they enjoy being treated like this, or they don't mind because they are beyond shame. That's what gets me through the day. All these prisoners have been convicted of crimes, and are here to serve their sentence. They make money, for us, by performing in violent, painful and degrading porn films. That, Verity, is what we do here. I try not to harm them, but most of the men, and quite a few of the women, treat them like dogs."
Verity moved closer to see that all six women were trembling because they were carrying red vibrators in both holes. The drone of batteries told her that the devices were pulsing within the prisoners. One began to stir as her breathing quickened and Verity watched the young woman quiver for a few seconds before a revealing trail of fluid rolled down her inner thigh.
"They keep them permanently aroused, so that they can be used on the set at a moment's notice. The Kiriko also helps. It's a drink that ... well it keeps them horny for hours. Sounds great, but actually they find it exhausting, which is why we rotate the performers."
The door opened and two men strolled through the racks to the shadows at the back of the room. They greeted the two women, one casting an alluring gaze at young Verity, as they passed along the row of bound whores. The man in the blue shirt came to a halt by a petite blonde who avoided his stare. He untied the neck brace and knelt down to remove the ankle cuffs. He offered Morgana a childish grin as he led the girl to the table in the shadows.
"Ladies, please. A gentlemen deserves his privacy."
"You're no gentleman, Harry Costello, but anyway, we're leaving."
"Morgana Clark, a hard working man is entitled to a bit of anal bondage rape in his lunchtime. If you want to join us, I'd be happy to ... Oh shit, why do these whores have to be so messy. Everytime you unplug them they go all over the carpet."
"Stick a plug up your arse for six hours and see what happens."
Costello's companion rolled up his sleeve and thrust his hand into his whore, a short Latina brunette. There was a slight moan, but no other reaction from the young woman as the man forced his fist further into her anus before pumping his hand back and forth. Verity knew that she had to become accustomed to these violations, so she remained by the table to watch the whore grasp her knees as the force of the anal abuse increased towards a brutal pounding. Verity wondered how the whore felt, enduring cruel abuse and being treated like an animal while another woman casually observed her suffering. She shuddered at the cold desperate look of the young woman and left to join Morgana by the door.
"Paul only ever fucks them with his fist. I think that's perverse, don't you."
"I think you're both heartless bastards."
"Feeling sorry for these whores? I don't think Miss Benson, or Miss De Bois, will be happy with your message for the new recruit." There was no reply from Morgana as Costello rolled down his pants and mounted his captive with a theatrical sigh followed by the scrapping sound of moving table legs.
"There's a special treat for you in the cafeteria."
