V/h/s Cnc

The following very dark story has themes of misogyny, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"I'm not sure about this, man," the muscular man named Jeremy says with a tone that shows he is seriously uncomfortable and is considering leaving. He stands next to Robert, who both stand outside the broken-down house's side window. A window that looks like it was broken a long time ago.

"Don't be a fucking pussy," Robert growls to Jeremy as he picks out the broken glass out of the window, showing he doesn't share the same concern as his friend.

Jeremy looks around the area, not that he can see much now that night has fallen. The neighborhood looks to be a normal middle-class type of neighborhood which is one of the reasons Jeremy finds this strange. The house is a broken-down piece of shit. Surely this neighborhood has one of those neighborhood boards that would have complained.

All the other houses look normal with painted outsides and clean-cut yards. This house is the complete opposite. From the outside it doesn't look like there's any power, the grass is overgrown, and the roof makes it look like it should be condemned. It's the house Jeremy would pick as a haunted house location for one of his "movies."

More than anything Jeremy feels as if something is wrong, that this entire job is fucked. It has nothing to do with breaking into the house either, as that's something he's done plenty of times. This feels wrong in the way the air here feels wrong. How the ground feels wrong.

Robert hoists himself into the window, sneaking into the broken-down house as quietly as possible. Jeremy watches his friend do this, glancing inside where he can see there's some form of light on, so the place does indeed have power.

"Come on," Robert whispers from inside, telling his friend that the coast is clear.

Jeremy quickly follows, hoisting himself into the house with ease. And upon putting his shoes down on the dirty-ass carpet, Jeremy and Robert both try to listen for sounds of anyone in the house. Neither move nor make any noise as all they hear is silence.

The broken-down house belongs to a man named Long John Raul, who is a very famous porn producer, or so Robert and Jeremy were told by "Quincy." At the moment Jeremy doesn't believe this as this isn't the house of anyone successful. To him putting a meth lab in the basement would be giving the place an upgrade. Then it could then be called a "piece of shit."

Robert and Jeremy are amateur porn producers, actors and directors who have been friends for a very long time. They started out making and starring in cheap videos online but where able to make six "professional" adult movies, two of which sold pretty decent online. Decent enough that they were able to be considered at a major Adult Studio regarding a new franchise.

The interview was a bust as the studio didn't think they had the talent they needed. The Suits were polite but said that the two didn't have an artful eye, which is what the studio needed. The studio producer suggested the two make a few more videos to help learn the craft. Once they did, he promised to meet with them again about any upcoming projects.

It was while at the studio that Robert met Quincy. They met in the bathroom, both stopping in to do a line of coke. It was there that Quincy told Robert how he saw him in one of his videos and liked his vibe. From there the two men struck up a business friendship, in which Quincy told Robert how he was always looking for new associates.

From that point, Quincy was constantly giving advice as well as "opportunities" to Robert, who shared them with Jeremy. Opportunities in the forms of not-so-legal chores that netted all of them a profit.

Jeremy doesn't like Quincy, nor has he ever met him. He doesn't trust Quincy as two of his "opportunities" nearly ended with him ending in jail. The last being when they were just supposed to drop off a USB drive to a certain person at a coffee shop. It ended up being that the USB contained revenge porn, to which the man was being blackmailed.

But Jeremy also wouldn't deny that three of the "opportunities" netted them over $15,000 combined. The first one was Jeremy's favorite as it had him take part in another studio's video, where all he had to do is sit in the background and get titty fucked.

This "opportunity" was supposed to be the big one. The one to truly get Robert and Jeremy's career on track and make real money. Enough money to open their own studio and hire real porn actresses instead of the drug addicts and losers they normally had to hire. Enough money to make them true players in the adult market.

Quincy told Robert that Long John Paul had made a porno back in the late nineties that was considered one of the greatest pornos ever made. That the legend of the video was known by every producer and figure head in the industry. The one video that everyone wants but was never sold or mass produced.

The porno was shown one time at a party thrown by Long John Raul. Roughly ten or so people saw it and each one offered Long John Raul large sums of money for the rights to it. But LJR declared the porno was too powerful and sexy and wouldn't let his best work be tarnished by sharing it with common perverts that would watch it only because there was sex in it. He wanted it only shown to people that could see the art within it. The passion. The mystery. Of how the video was the very essence of arousal.

That is the video that Robert and Jeremy are here to steal. The plan being to break into LJP's house and find that video in whatever format it is in now. When it was originally shown it was on VHS, but both mused that LJR must have updated to DVD, Blu-ray or digital by now.

Once Robert and Jeremy find the video, they plan to sell it. That may mean selling tons of copies of it or selling it to a single collector. In either case, they know they will make a shit ton of money. The best part being LJR won't be able to do anything about it as he won't be able to prove it was his since he never filed any sort of copyright.

"Let's check out the house and see who's home," Robert says in a whisper to Jeremy.

Jeremy doesn't respond as his attention is on a very old TV that's in the room. The TV is on top of an old plastic tub which the weight of the TV has made it sink into the upside-down tub. To make it seem even more strange, the TV is playing nothing but static. And on the ground in front of the TV is a VCR that looks like it is from the eighties.

"Jer...you hearing me?" Robert hisses, snapping his fingers to get his friend's attention.

"Yeah. Just, be careful. This place ain't right," Jeremy warns Robert, who simply nods. Jeremy tells Robert this because he knows Robert gets himself easily worked up. When he gets worked up, he becomes like a bull in a China shop and no longer thinks, but reacts.

The two men creep to the door that is missing the actual door. They then move about the house slowly and quietly, peeking into the different rooms to see if anyone else is here. But after checking out the entire house twice, they find no one.

"Alright. Quincy's intel was right. Said that Long John goes out every Saturday night, so we got a few hours," Robert tells Jeremy, now speaking in his normal voice.

Jeremy thought his concern would die down once they found no one is home, but his concern has instead tripled. The weirdness of the house has only gotten stronger, making him even more worried.

In every room, including the bathroom, is a TV. An old TV at that. Big ones, small ones, even ones that were held together by duct tape. But each room had one, all turned on with a VCR attached.

"Dude, what the fuck is with the TVs?" Jeremy asks, not even trying to hide his concern as he points at the TV in the hallway they are in. They had to step over it when they walked through.

"How the fuck would I know? Dude is probably on every fucking drug he can get his hands on. Who knows what his fucked-up old mind is thinking," Robert replies, waving off the strange attribute of the house.

At this, Robert starts to walk around the house again, with Jeremy behind him, both looking for a safe or decent hiding spot for the special video. This proves to be hard as there isn't much in the house. There is barely any furniture, outside of the TVs, and no beds at all. Just a few flattened pillows in one room, and half of a sheet. In one room they find the bottom half of a teddy bear while in another room they find a water bottle hanging from the ceiling tied with rope.

There seems to be lots of strange things in the house that Jeremy pauses to look at while Robert brushes off. Like a professional-looking painting on the wall of a cartoon character with hearts for eyes showing they are in love that is looking at a hole in the sheetrock next to them. Or a half-gallon milk container that contains action figure heads.

The two keep searching for the video anywhere it could be; hiding spots, secret compartments, loose floorboards, any sort of computer, etc. Robert even takes out his knife and cuts at the carpet in hopes of finding some secret compartment in the floor.

"Ah shit, man! What the fuck!" Robert shouts in the distance sometime later, showing extreme annoyance. Jeremy hears this where he is but doesn't immediately call back.

Jeremy stayed in the kitchen as Robert continued to search the house. Jeremy's attention went to examining a TV that someone put in the kitchen sink. The TV is crammed into the sink, shoved under the faucet which pins it in place.

Confused, Jeremy stares at the TV for a while, not understanding why someone would do this. From the way the faucet pins the TV, there's no way to get it out without breaking the faucet. Not just that, but the TV is playing a blue screen thanks to the VCR attached.

"What?" Jeremy calls back to Robert, finally snapping out of his uncomfortable daze. To this he starts to look for his friend, upset with himself that they separated.

Jeremy then finds that Robert went into the attic,

alone

. When they searched earlier, they didn't look in the attic. This makes Jeremy upset as this is Robert being impulsive and stupid. He really should have called out he was going up there so they could have gone together. Who knows what could have been hiding up there.

"Ah, shit," Jeremy says after climbing a few steps of the attic ladder. He says this after seeing what Robert is looking at, which are bookcases filled with black VHS cases/tapes.

The attic is unlike any attic either man has seen before. While the rest of the house is broken down and falling apart, the attic has been upgraded and remodeled to an extreme degree. Jeremy muses that the attic probably cost more than most of the houses in this neighborhood.

The floor is tiled with marble tile and the entire room is brightly lit with LED fixtures every few feet. Against the far wall is the biggest TV Jeremy has ever seen, one that he thinks is more like a movie projector than a TV. It's a TV that looks too heavy to be supported by the floor, not to mention the fancy leather couch that sits in front of it. Jeremy can tell the couch cost a hell of a lot as it's the type that has a battery backup in case the power goes out, so it doesn't interrupt the movie.

Jeremy forces himself not to look at everything in the attic or think about how the floor had to be fortified due to the weight. Instead he looks at the bookcases filled with black VHS cases. The half-dozen bookcases, each which eight or so shelves.

Each shelf of those bookcases is filled with black VHS cases. None with labels or pictures and all stacked nice and neat. If Jeremy had to guess he would say there has to be at least three hundred of them here, easy.

"Here," Robert says grabbing several VHS tapes from a shelf at eye level. He then tosses one to Jeremy who catches it with a puzzled expression.

"What the fuck you doing?" Jeremy asks, thinking his friend has gone mad. He nearly tosses the thick plastic VHS tape as it even feels odd to the touch.

"We got to find the tape, dude. We'll just have to find it before he gets back. Use one of the TV's down there," Robert tells Jeremy, showing he doesn't think this is a big deal. In fact Robert thinks this won't take much time at all, as surely the guy wouldn't hide the best tape in his collection anywhere but at eye level on the bookcase.

"You fucking crazy?! This is fucked, man. Somethings not right with all this bullshit," Jeremy tells Robert, his voice getting comically high-pitched due to concern.

"Shut the fuck up! We ain't talking about a few hundred dollars here, man. We talking

millions

. So shut up, take the dick out ya ass and find the fucking tape," Robert growls, grabbing more tapes and thrusting them into Jeremy's chest.

Jeremy takes all of the tapes thrust at him and holds them to his chest while staring at Robert. Despite how concerned he feels, he knows Robert is right. This is life-changing money. Enough money for a risk like this. So saying nothing more, Jeremy climbs down the ladder and moves into the back room wanting to get this done as soon as possible.

The back room is empty except for a TV in the middle of the room on the floor. Jeremy chooses this room as he can sit in the corner and see out the door and into the kitchen and hallway. This way he would be able to spot if anyone enters the house.

Grabbing one of the many VHS cases, Jeremy opens it to see a black unlabeled VHS tape. Jeremy looks it over to see just an old-ass VHS tape. No label, no writing, not even a company name showing who made the tape. To this the only thing Jeremy can say to make him feel better is at least there's no blood or anything on it.

Jeremy then puts the tape into the VCR. When he does, he reminds himself that the porno they are looking for should be easy to identify, despite him never seeing it before. There's supposed to be a lesbian sex scene in a laundry mat with a black and white woman, in which the black lesbian is supposed to say, "The rat needs his cheese." Jeremy has no clue how the porno will make that line work but at this point he doesn't really care.

The VCR changes from static to a solid blue screen as it starts playing the tape. It flickers several times before the tape begins to display what Jeremey believes is a kid's room. There's nothing but anime and video game shit all over the walls, not to mention a twin bed.

"Is it filming?" A girl's voice asks from off screen. A girl who doesn't sound like a kid at all.

"Yeah, it is," a boy with a squeaky voice answers. The boy then steps into frame, moving backward until he is sitting on the twin bed. The boy isn't a kid either as he very much looks to be high school age.

"You ready to do this?" the boy asks the girl who is still off screen. When he asks, he asks very concerned, scared even, not just for himself but for her.

"I...I guess so," the girl answers hesitantly and steps into screen to sit next to the boy.

Jeremy can't help but think one thing about the pair, and that's the fact they are

nerds

. Uber-nerds at that. From the way they are dressed, the way they look, even the scrawny shape of their bodies, they are full blown DnD building, anime watching, cosplay dreaming, board game arguing, video game crying, Doctor Who debating nerds. So much so that Jeremy finds he wants to slap both of them as he knows they won't do anything about it.

"My name is Teddy Blints, and I'm eighteen years old," the boy tells the camera, then holds out what looks to be his driver's license to the camera. The idiot holds it too close to the camera and the autofocus can't do its job, leaving the ID to be very fuzzy. But Jeremy figures this is the boy proving his age...to someone.

"And I'm Amy Tilts, and I'm eighteen too," the girl says, holding her ID, but unlike the boy she holds just in front of her, to which the camera can't pick it up as it is too far away.

As Jeremy does with all women, he checks out the girl's tits. Since she is eighteen, he doesn't feel bad for doing it, especially since this could be a porno. With a "meh" sort of noise he thinks how flat the nerd is. That he probably has bigger tits than she does.

"This video is for the, umm, the F-F-F-Find The F-Fuck craze," the boy tells the camera but when he says, "Find The Fuck," his voice gets much softer and lower, revealing he is very embarrassed to say those words. His face even gets red, as does the girl's.

"I just want to say that we are being made to do this..." the nerdy girl interrupts with some attitude. The moment she says this, the boy gets alarmed with his eyes getting wide.

"Amy, no," the boy pleads but the girl keeps on. And it's clear the boy is too timid to actually stop her, either verbally or physically.

"...by Earl and his fucking loser friends. Just because you are popular doesn't give you the right to make people do this," Amy declares, much to her friend's fear.

"Earl isn't making us do anything," Teddy tells the camera, but it is very clear to Jeremy he is lying. The little shit isn't good at lying at all. He's just trying to do some damage control.

"Not making us do anything?" Amy says with a scoff and looks back at her friend.

"He came to us at lunch and threatened to make our lives hell if we didn't do this! How is that not making us do anything?" Amy asks Teddy loudly, to which he looks away.

From this interaction Jeremy figures that these two are just friends. Really good friends but not boyfriend or girlfriend. Even the space between them on the bed suggests this. But knowing how nerds are, Jeremy figures that Teddy would probably give his pinky toe to be able to stick a finger in his friend's pussy.

"Why does it matter anyway? You know they are going to edit this to make it look how they want anyway," Amy then says with a tone of finality while motioning at the camera.

"F-Find The Fuck is a game that classmates at our school started," Teddy starts again while ignoring his friend, making it seem like if he doesn't acknowledge what she said, he won't get in trouble.

"A game where students ummm, where they...where they have s-s-s-sex somewhere in school, then post the video. Classmates then watch and are supposed to figure where in the school it happened," the timid boy explains, speaking softly and with a bright red face.

Jeremy doesn't know if this is really a porno. Sure, there's probably sex in it, but this isn't a studio production. This looks more like real footage of two blackmailed teens. But something about it feels special, making him wonder if it is a porno. A porno with an ingenious gimmick that's going to make it great. A porno you don't think is a porno.

"School administration hates this stupid game and have been trying to find the people doing it so they can stop them before the entire school becomes a porno set," the girl cuts in, still with attitude.

"And we know that's why you are making us do this,

Earl

," the girl then declares with that attitude, leaning into the camera as if knowing Earl is watching.

"You want a couple of loser nerds to make a video to throw principal Meyers off. To make him think it's a viral craze instead of figuring out it's the idiots in your popular clique," the girl continues to berate, where the boy turns his head, finding his wall very interesting as he pretends not to hear her.

Jeremy muses that there's something off about this VHS tape. When it first started, he assumed it was from the nineties, but now that he looks around, he can see that the girl is wearing a smartwatch, which means it's modern. So why is the footage on a VHS tape? Why put something that had to have been shot in HD on a crap form of media?