Ashley's Casting - A Michael Alexander Tale

The secretary eyed the young woman who was sitting quietly in one of the waiting room chairs. There was something not quite right about the girl and the secretary couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It wasn’t her outfit. The secretary was quite used to seeing a variety of costumes from the various candidates and the ridiculously short black miniskirt wasn’t exactly odd. Neither was the scarlet tube top that barely contained the girl’s bosom. The thigh high fishnet stockings were a touch over the top, especially when worn with the open-toed stilettos, but the prurient nature of the outfit wasn’t the issue. Nor was the makeup job, which ran heavy on the eyeliner and mascara and shied away from the more mature, natural look some candidates chose, the issue. No, it was something else that gnawed at the secretary.  

The door behind her opened and the secretary turned in her seat, the file folder already in hand. It was sealed of course. Otherwise, she’d have already been skimming through it, trying to sate her curiosity. She let out a breath as her boss, Mr. Jeremy Hannigan took the file, glanced at the name, and then looked over at the girl waiting. He smiled in a friendly, easy going manner.

“Ashley Williams?” He asked politely. The girl looked up, then stood, smoothing down the skirt as a flash of her scarlet panties temporarily peeked out from between her thighs. The secretary noted the girl had some curves, and that combined with the baby face cuteness, she just might get the slot. It all depended. She saw Hannigan’s welcoming smile as he held out a hand.

“Jeremy Hannigan,” he said, introducing himself. “Please, step into my office.” He beckoned at the door behind him, and Ashley Williams stepped through, her face calm. 

The secretary shrugged and put the girl out of mind. She saw hundreds of them filter through here, though none of them had ever felt like this one. She shook her head and went back to processing invoices as Hannigan shut the door, following the candidate into his office.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” he said, pointing at one of the chairs sitting right in front of his desk. The girl moved to the seat and dropped down, crossing her legs awkwardly. Hannigan moved to his own chair, the desk between them, and sat. Then he pressed his thumb to the file lock and the scanner beeped once. The lock clicked and he opened the file, setting it down on the work surface. 

“So,” he said politely, starting to skim the material. “What brings you to Michael Alexander Productions, Ms. Williams?”

Her eyebrow went up as she gave him a skeptical look. “Money?” She replied with a snort. 

Hannigan looked up. “Ah yes. True. But just money?”

She nodded curtly. 

“I see,” he replied politely, but with a little touch of exasperation. “Your file says that you passed the EQ and IQ tests,” he said, then flipped to the medical charts. “You’ll be pleased to know that the routine physical exams have all been positive,” he added. He turned the next page and his eyebrows went up. “Oh. You opted for the flexibility, endurance, and tolerance testing?” 

Ashley nodded again. 

“Hmmm,” Hannigan said. His eyes went over the photographs from the flexibility test. The pictures were certainly not erotic in any way, though this was his first time to see Ashley Williams in the nude. Undressed, there was a definite appeal to her, with full firm breasts, dollar sized and bright pink nipples, and a creamy white skin tone. Better yet, she wasn’t all skin and bones, so even when bent into an awkward position her rib cage wasn’t the defining feature. Hannigan flipped the page, eyes flickering from one provocative pose to another. He paused momentarily to admire the shot of her sitting on the examination table, her legs spread so wide that she was literally doing the splits. Next to that photo was another that showed her bent completely in half, touching her toes. 

More than flexible enough. And certainly pretty.  But why had she taken all of the tests?

He flipped the page and had his question answered.

“Oh,” he said, his eyes scanning her selections. “Oh my,” he said.

Her eyebrow went up. “Is there a problem?” She asked curiously.

Hannigan looked up. “I’m sorry, but… I must ask. Are you familiar with the nature of the various selections you’ve made?”

She cocked her head to the side. “Of course. They pay the most.”

Hannigan sighed. He’d dealt with ones like this before and he was going to have to disabuse her of the notion. “Well, yes. They do. But there are reasons for that and only our more… experienced… candidates opt for them. This is your first time applying, am I right?”

She nodded. “Yes, but I’m quite certain that I am physically and emotionally capable of handling all of the requirements.” 

Hannigan smiled. “Ms. Williams, it isn’t just a matter of being flexible, or demonstrating that you can handle holding onto to an electrified stick for an extended period of time, or even looking beautiful.” He leaned back in his chair. “The reality is that while you’re entirely suitable for a basic program, the extras you’ve opted for are outside the range of your experience.”

“The basic program only pays five hundred,” she replied steely.

Hannigan nodded. “Well, yes. Five hundred for one of our teams to set up the simulated abduction and assault, and then film it. The way we get a genuine response from our girls is by not telling them when it will happen.” He leaned over and tapped the report. “But we’re not talking a simple snatch and fuck here,” he added. “If I approved this, you’d be captive for several days, treated like a prisoner the entire time. And…” he lifted the report again. “Not only would you be used sexually, you’ve opted for…” he looked back up. “What constitutes extreme torture.”

Ashley shrugged. “It pays.”

Hannigan sighed. “Do you even understand what “Electrical Play” means?” 

Her mouth curled up slightly. “It means I get shocked.”

Hannigan smiled. “What it means is that our team will tie you upright by the hands, and force your legs open with a spreader bar. This will be followed by one of the crew using an electrical zapper on various parts of your body, focusing on your nipples and clit, along with random touches to your thighs, underarms, belly, throat, and bottom. An overpowered massager will be pressed to your sex at the same time, pushing you to orgasm, and then once you’ve cum, past it, sensitizing your sex to a point where you would prefer the painful shocks on that part of your body.” He paused momentarily to see if she was grasping the consequences of her decision. But Ashley Williams sat there calmly, as if she didn’t care. Hannigan’s eyes narrowed. 

“After that, an electrically conductive dildo will be pushed into your vagina, while a similarly sized and equipped plug will be rammed into your bottom. Wired clamps will be attached to the tips of your breasts and your clit. Metal ones, with teeth, I might add. Extra electro-stim tabs will go on the balls and heels of each foot, to target the arches of your feet, as well as on your upper and inner thighs, and anywhere else the team decides. I’ve even seen them wedge a girl’s jaw open and put a ground wire on the mouth clamp and one on a girl’s tongue piercing. Then they will send increasingly painful pulses of electricity through each of these spots until you are shaking, yanking on your bonds, and screaming in agony. It will essentially feel like someone is pushing hot needles through every portion of your body.”

He stared at Ashley Williams to see if that had successfully dissuaded her. Her breathing hadn’t even increased and his eyebrow went up. 

“Sounds like fun,” she said simply. Hannigan took a deep breath. Time to try a new track. He looked back at the file.

“Do you like puzzles?” He asked. That got a reaction. She gave him an inquisitive look. “You selected ‘yes’ to Predicament Bondage. This means that you will be subjected to intense sexual stimulation while restrained, and then forced to find ways to either free yourself or stop said stimulation. I can assure you that our scenarios, while physically safe in the long run, are intensely physical and draining, and almost always create over-sensitivity to stimuli.” He gave her a deeply concerned look. “I saw one video where the young lady was forced to cling to pillar, her pussy pressed tightly to a vibrating, beaded, partition, similar to a sybian, in order to keep herself from slipping down onto a pre-lubricated anal plug the size of a horse’s cock. Weights were added to her ankles each hour and the only way she could rest her arms was to attach the clover clamps on her tits to the pillar and use her breasts to keep herself elevated. Of course, once the oil drip started and her skin got slick from the mix of fluids, there was nothing to stop her from slipping. She fell onto the anal dildo so fast that it slid into her ass like I put on a glove.”

Ashley smiled softly. “The brochure said that predicament bondage earns an additional seven hundred.” 

Hannigan frowned and took a deep breath. “Yes, it does.” He went back to the file folder. “My goodness! You’ve opted for the discipline scenario as well? And you’ve marked ‘extreme’ for the severity of it. I have to ask, are you quite sure?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you trying to dissuade me?”

Hannigan blinked. “Absolutely. If you opt for this, you’ll be bound and then flogged across the breasts, back, thighs, and buttocks, before your legs are roughly dragged open and your pussy becomes the target until it is inflamed and swollen. And that’s not the least of it. You’ll be caned as well, a thin whippy one that will leave a crosshatch of dark red lines across your bosom, your bottom, your thighs, calves and even the bottoms of your feet. Then your clitoris will be whipped with a crop. Do you know what that feels like? I don’t personally, but I’ve seen videos of young women like yourself, screaming in agony, unable to close their legs. And that’s not the least of it! After your clit is beaten, you’ll be strung up by the hands, or possibly upside down with your legs spread and your nipples clamped and weighted, as a target for a bull whip. This will be followed by a leather strap, then the flogger again. Finally, your cunt will be paddled mercilessly with a leather sap until it is as bruised and marked as the rest of you.”

He gave her a stern look. “Some girls talk about not being able to walk after sex. You won’t be able to close your legs. Forget walking.”

Ashley smiled. “I presume, with my selection of the multi day option, that such brutal treatment would be spaced out?”

Hannigan gritted his teeth. “Well, yes,” he replied. “We don’t do it all one right after the other. That would get boring. We try to alternate torments and sexual use so that the editing is easier. But you don’t seem to understand. That makes it worse. It means you’ll endure the same kind of torment multiple times during the filming.” 

She sniffed. “I don’t see a problem then.”

“Are you masochistic?” He asked suddenly.

Ashley blinked. “Not that I’m aware of,” she said carefully. 

Hannigan smirked. “Well, that’s too bad, because only a masochistic girl could get off on the course selection you’ve indicated.” He lifted the file. “Look at this! You opted for the ‘Inhibitive Bondage’ scenario!” 

She grinned back at him. “It’s an additional five hundred.” 

Hannigan shook his head. “You’ll be tied into an immobile and uncomfortable position, set up to endure non-stop stimulation, and left for hours in both agony and ecstasy as your body cramps and cums, over and over.” He checked the file again. “And of course, you signed up for the ‘forced orgasm’ option as well.” He glanced up at her. “That’s where the team will force you through multiple orgasms until it literally hurts to have another.” 

Ashley didn’t respond. 

Hannigan’s eyes went down the rest of the list quickly. “Anal destruction?” He glanced back up at her. “They bend you over a barrel, with your hands, feet, and breasts tied so that you are unable to move. Specialized spreaders are used to open your buttocks and a series of plugs, each larger than the previous, are attached to a motorized fucking machine, which then brutually impales your bottom.” He waited to see if she reacted, but she still just sat there. “I’ve seen them clamp the clitoris of some girls at the same time, weighting it.” Ashley Williams shrugged and Hannigan went back to the list.

“Water torture,” he said aloud, looking up at the girl. “Imagine being tied with your arms behind your back and then lowered onto a wedge made of ice, so that all of your weight is on your pussy. Then, as you're whimpering and suffering from both the cold and the pain, your toes stretching for the floor, a number of hot water sprayers shoot thin, high pressure streams at your breasts, ass, and clit.”

“It would melt the ice,” she replied. Hannigan rolled his eyes. 

“Well, yes. But it would feel like knives being dragged along your skin! Do you have any idea what that feels like? Hell, machinists use water cutters to slice metal. I’ve seen the results of our torment. It leaves red lines all over the victim’s body. And I know they like using it on a girl’s feet, especially her arch. And I guarantee you that your thighs, loins, labia, and clitoris won’t go dry.”

Again, Ashley Williams said nothing, her face calm, cool, and collected. Hannigan sighed. 

“Cunt Busting. Of course you’d select that. It pays six hundred.” He looked up. “Your legs will be spread as wide as possible, tied open, and then the crew will repeatedly kick your pussy, hard I might add. Like a football.” His eyes flickered back down to the sheet. “Hot Waxing. Great. Covered in oil, bound spread-eagled, stuffed with vibroballs, and then covered from throat to toe with melted paraffin.” He glanced back up at her. “And I should warn you. Our team uses red wax. That is the hottest kind because the dye raises the melting temperature. It will burn when it falls on your breasts and pussy. And if you think your backside would be spared, I can assure you they will flip you around. Hell, you’ll probably get buttfucked while your ass is waxed. A huge dildo on a stick and hot paraffin. Quite the combo. Are you aware of how the wax is removed? 

Ashley shrugged. “Not really.”

“A flogger,” Hannigan said, leaning back in his chair, a smirk on his face. “They’ll string you back up and they will whip every fucking inch of your body, knocking the melt off your hot little frame, focusing on your pussy, and ass, and breasts. It takes an hour or so and it will feel like they’re peeling the skin off you.” 

She licked her lips. “It pays…”

Hannigan waved his hand. “Yes, yes. Four hundred.” He put his hand against his forehead. “Ms. Williams, I’ve seen applicants who are ambitious, but this is almost beyond the realm of reasonability.”

“You said ‘almost’,” she replied saucily.

His eyebrow went up. “Ms. Williams, you’ve even selected the naked dump, where our team will literally toss you nude onto the grass outside your residence, covered in cum and barely capable of movement. Ms. Williams, at this rate, your session will last an entire week! No respite. No safe words. No way to stop to the torture.” 

She gave him a peculiar look. “So, you aren’t going to approve me?”

Hannigan gave her a frustrated look. “It’s not my job to approve anyone. It’s my job to convince you not to do this!” 

That shocked her. “What? I thought you were some sort of final casting director!” 

Hannigan laughed and shook his head. “Hardly. I’m supposed to be the voice of reason. You’ve already been approved. You want to put your body on the line with all this, that’s your business. My job was to make sure you understood what was going to happen to you.” He paused. “So, you understood the enormity of your decisions.”

“Oh,” she said tightly. “Alright.” 

Hannigan sat back. “Do you have any questions?” 

She looked up. “Will the abduction take place sometime in the next two weeks?”

Hannigan nodded. “Yes, except in your case, with the event lasting multiple days, I would suspect you can expect things to start relatively early. It won’t take that long for the team lead to put an action outline together or assemble needed materials. And you’ll be suffering… I mean filming… for about five days.” 

“And I just go about my regular schedule?”

Hannigan nodded. “Of course. You may spot the film crew, but that’s highly unlikely. In any case, you will need to act both innocent and as if you were unaware of what is about to happen. Don’t make it difficult for the team.”

“Or what?” 

“Or they’ll make it more difficult for you.” 

She grimaced. “Yeah, that would not be a good idea.” She shook her head. “So, lots of neighborhood walks.” 

Hannigan laughed. “Except at night. Don’t put yourself at risk either.”

She took a deep breath. “Very well then. What now?”

Hannigan pulled a piece of paper out of the file folder. “You read this, carefully. It describes in general terms what will be done to you, what the limits are, the risks, and the safety issues. At the bottom, if you agree to the terms and compensation, then you sign on the dotted line.” He slid the paper across the desk and she leaned forward.

“Got a pen?”

Hannigan sighed, smiled ruefully, and pulled one out of his pocket. “Of course.” As she scribbled away, he glanced at the last page of the file folder. A photocopy of her identification was there and his eyes flickered. He blinked.

“Ms. Williams?” He asked carefully. “How old are you, exactly?” 

She finished signing her name. “Eighteen. The minimum age allowed to participate. Why?” 

Hannigan wondered how that identification had gotten through the confirmation process. He shook his head and looked up at her. “Nothing. It’s a very nice identification card.” Her eyes flickered at that statement, but she said nothing. He reached out, took the paper, and tucked it in the file folder. “Thank you, Ms. Williams. I hope you enjoy your kidnapping, rape, and brutal torture. Have a nice day.”

Ashley Williams hesitated only a moment. Then she dipped her head and stood. “Thank you.” She went to the door of the office and disappeared a moment later.

Hannigan put the file folder in his “out” box. Then he went out into the waiting room. Another girl, this one at least two or three years older than Ashley Williams stood up. His secretary held up another file folder. 

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Jeremy Hannigan. Come in.”