Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015
HEATHER'S FURY (14)
Mind Control
Int: Rosewood Estates-Heather's Office-8 A.M.
Heather going through over night phone messages, chewing on a bagel.
Ms. Dietz makes her usual morning appearance.
"Morning Dear, and how are we doing?"
Heather
"I'm okay I guess...hey, if you knew that somebody had did something wrong and got away with it, what would you do?"
Ms. Dietz
"Well Dear, I would probably surprise them with a visit, and clean their clock when no one was looking!"
Heather
"When you least expect it, huh?"
Ms. Dietz
"When they're least likely to be expecting anything...like the furthest thing on their mind!"
Heather
"Okay thanks...let's see...with the messages here, ah yes, an Elizabeth left you an inquiry regarding something about a private car wash...I can only imagine?"
Ms. Dietz
"Yes, she's pretty selective when it comes to wash her baby...that being her Bentley of course!"
Heather laughing
"Of course, the Bentley...guess I would, too!"
Ms. Dietz
"She prefers to have her back massage on the white chaise, while the boys, all quite naked, rub her baby down with a gentle cleanse..."
Heather
"Not too surprised by the lack of uniforms, must be quite the show?"
Ms. Dietz
"Yes, it's a $500 custom service, so please be a Dear and contact her, we can book her for 3 p.m."
Heather
"Right away, anybody in particular you want me to get for the handy-work?"
Ms. Dietz
"Well, Miss Windsor's crew is with us now...this is an excellent chance to visit and meet the new crew...get to know everybody so to speak!"
Heather
"Yea, it sounds tempting, can't wait for this one!"
Ms. Dietz
"Wait till the one's doing lunch go back over to the bunk house...have them do a line up for you...and if your feeling courageous, have the lads strip down for you...it's all so very powerful...it's something every girl must experience!"
Heather
"Sounds like it...I'm game...let's get this party started..."
(Scene Change)
Ext: Outside of Bunkhouse-11 A.M.
Boys coming back from working in field, just out of habit they automatically start lining up against wall, pulling shorts down, ready for their blasting of cold soapy water from Jennifer who operates the Jet-X sprayer.
Heather arrives in golf cart and slips on mules and walks up behind Jennifer, spectating on the naked boys facing the wall with their hands pressed above their heads against the wall.
Heather
"My, my, isn't this cute...I'm sorry...my name is Heather, the new house manager for Ms. Dietz!"
Jennifer
"Excuse me...boys...let's get up on your toes, nice and high, let's spread those legs, get your butts up nice and shiny...let's see that hanging fruit my darlings...sorry your who?"
Heather
"Heather, the new house manager for Ms. Dietz...
Jennifer turns her head for a second, continuing to blast each boy with a long blast from the Jet-X.
Jennifer
"Sorry, they get the soap first, then I rinse them down, then I give them a flip!"
Heather
"A flip?"
Jennifer
"Wienie side...you get surprised sometimes...it's a trip if they get excited...like no touching...oh, I'm sorry...my name is Jennifer...Miss Windsor's maintenance girl, Love slave, what have you!"
Heather
"Love slave, I can only imagine, your a cutey...I could do you in a sec..."
Jennifer
"Your hot yourself, we could talk or just demand something, she owns me...Love to keep anybody connected on the good side, so let me know what you like?"
Heather
"I will girl...aren't you special...some pretty interesting work you got here!"
Jennifer
"Believe it or not, but I'm just trying to keep these guys happy...make sure they don't start wandering with their thoughts...otherwise they'll start fighting, trying to kill each other...it gets demeaning, but it has it's moments...dealing with ego's here...guys with you know...urges!"
Heather
"Ego's huh, kind of a lost sense of purpose...suddenly realizing you have no control over your function, that's got to be so weird?"
Jennifer
"Being slave is a choice, it's what I do...but as a switch...I ended up bossing guys around...it keeps me grounded in a way..."
Heather
"So, you don't have to choose...you just do?"
Jennifer
"Kind of, but I like making people happy, I get what I want and they trip on me...it works out!
Heather
"Yea okay, I'll buy that, but it all still seems weird to me...all these guys, these lost soles who have no other incentive than to let a bunch of rich bitches dominate them, humiliate them...look girls...we have naked boys at out disposal..are we all amused yet?"
Boy (Danny) standing naked with rest of group, Jennifer asked question to
"Hey Danny, you enjoy being use'd like a sex slave?"
Danny standing naked on toes
"Yes Miss Jennifer, wouldn't disobey you, wouldn't have it any other way...I Love it!"
Jennifer
"Good boy (giving him a healthy shot of cold water between his legs, he squirms in discomfort), see it's like in their gene's or something, I can't explain it anymore than me liking chicks, we're just real...take it or leave it you know?"
Heather looking down the line of naked guys, spotting Jason (guy that raped Marcia)
"I guess I stand corrected with the way I was looking at all this...it kind of makes sense...I mean if everyone's happy, getting what they want...cool with me!"
Jennifer suddenly announces
"Okay boys, let's all turn around, let's see them wienies...proud and strong now!"
As all the boys turn around, hands to the back of them, Heather can only put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, as most have erections and are having trouble standing on their toes.
"Wow, isn't this amusing, talk about a show here, gees...can you make them wag 'em too?"
Jennifer
"If it floats your boat...okay boys that are up...wag your wienies, I want to here slapping too!
They groan as they obey her command, Heather breaks up in laughter
"I can't believe this, where's my I-phone...we could put this on You Tube or something..."
Jennifer
"That's not allowed, you know the rules..."
Heather
"Oh, I had no idea, figured you could do whatever you wanted to with a slave?"
Jennifer
"No sharing of personal possessions...including myself...it's a private club here...thought you knew the rules?"
Heather
"Just started, didn't get a rule book, thanks for the heads up!
Jennifer
"Come on boys, hands behind your backs, let's get this done...I must admit...I enjoy squirting them like this...
Heather
"Yea, a little shot of water between the legs is always entertaining!"
Jennifer
"I can almost identify each boy without even looking at their face...if you know what I mean?"
Heather looking at Jason coming up
"Hey, you mind if I give that sprayer a try...never did this before?"
Jennifer handing sprayer over
"No problem, you go girl!"
Heather in Jason's face
"Hello big boy, remember me?"
Jason
"You look familiar Mam, are you Heather, girl from the high school, what are you doing here?"
Heather
"Coming to hunt you down, figured you must have ended up somewhere...everything is starting to make sense now...just another freaking deviant huh?"
Jason
"Do you just look or would you like to buy some time?"
Heather shaking head, looking disgusted
"Buy time, I don't buy time, I'm the house manager here and from now on you can refer to me as Miss Patricks...you hear me?"
Jason
"Yes Miss Patricks, whatever you say, I look forward to serving you..."
Heather
"Don't speak before your asked...by the way, you do remember Marcia...don't you?"
Jason
"Who Miss Patricks?"
Heather
"You know, you must remember, the girl you raped on the side of the football field, you and your slut buddies, behind the portables...come on your brains not that corrupted...I thought all you boys would remember a good rape huh?"
Jason
"I can't say I know what your talking about, sorry!"
Heather holding nozzle right against his testicles
"Here's a reminder, since your brain is between your legs anyway, dance for me!"
She pulls the trigger on the high pressure water jet, as he screams in pain and falls to the ground in a violent rupture.
Jennifer
"Guess he said something you didn't agree with, huh?"
Heather
"Something like that..."
"Well, Miss Windsor's crew is with us now...this is an excellent chance to visit and meet the new crew...get to know everybody so to speak!"
Heather
"Yea, it sounds tempting, can't wait for this one!"
Ms. Dietz
"Wait till the one's doing lunch go back over to the bunk house...have them do a line up for you...and if your feeling courageous, have the lads strip down for you...it's all so very powerful...it's something every girl must experience!"
Heather
"Sounds like it...I'm game...let's get this party started..."
(Scene Change)
Ext: Outside of Bunkhouse-11 A.M.
Boys coming back from working in field, just out of habit they automatically start lining up against wall, pulling shorts down, ready for their blasting of cold soapy water from Jennifer who operates the Jet-X sprayer.
Heather arrives in golf cart and slips on mules and walks up behind Jennifer, spectating on the naked boys facing the wall with their hands pressed above their heads against the wall.
Heather
"My, my, isn't this cute...I'm sorry...my name is Heather, the new house manager for Ms. Dietz!"
Jennifer
"Excuse me...boys...let's get up on your toes, nice and high, let's spread those legs, get your butts up nice and shiny...let's see that hanging fruit my darlings...sorry your who?"
Heather
"Heather, the new house manager for Ms. Dietz...
Jennifer turns her head for a second, continuing to blast each boy with a long blast from the Jet-X.
Jennifer
"Sorry, they get the soap first, then I rinse them down, then I give them a flip!"
Heather
"A flip?"
Jennifer
"Wienie side...you get surprised sometimes...it's a trip if they get excited...like no touching...oh, I'm sorry...my name is Jennifer...Miss Windsor's maintenance girl, Love slave, what have you!"
Heather
"Love slave, I can only imagine, your a cutey...I could do you in a sec..."
Jennifer
"Your hot yourself, we could talk or just demand something, she owns me...Love to keep anybody connected on the good side, so let me know what you like?"
Heather
"I will girl...aren't you special...some pretty interesting work you got here!"
Jennifer
"Believe it or not, but I'm just trying to keep these guys happy...make sure they don't start wandering with their thoughts...otherwise they'll start fighting, trying to kill each other...it gets demeaning, but it has it's moments...dealing with ego's here...guys with you know...urges!"
Heather
"Ego's huh, kind of a lost sense of purpose...suddenly realizing you have no control over your function, that's got to be so weird?"
Jennifer
"Being slave is a choice, it's what I do...but as a switch...I ended up bossing guys around...it keeps me grounded in a way..."
Heather
"So, you don't have to choose...you just do?"
Jennifer
"Kind of, but I like making people happy, I get what I want and they trip on me...it works out!
Heather
"Yea okay, I'll buy that, but it all still seems weird to me...all these guys, these lost soles who have no other incentive than to let a bunch of rich bitches dominate them, humiliate them...look girls...we have naked boys at out disposal..are we all amused yet?"
Boy (Danny) standing naked with rest of group, Jennifer asked question to
"Hey Danny, you enjoy being use'd like a sex slave?"
Danny standing naked on toes
"Yes Miss Jennifer, wouldn't disobey you, wouldn't have it any other way...I Love it!"
Jennifer
"Good boy (giving him a healthy shot of cold water between his legs, he squirms in discomfort), see it's like in their gene's or something, I can't explain it anymore than me liking chicks, we're just real...take it or leave it you know?"
Heather looking down the line of naked guys, spotting Jason (guy that raped Marcia)
"I guess I stand corrected with the way I was looking at all this...it kind of makes sense...I mean if everyone's happy, getting what they want...cool with me!"
Jennifer suddenly announces
"Okay boys, let's all turn around, let's see them wienies...proud and strong now!"
As all the boys turn around, hands to the back of them, Heather can only put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, as most have erections and are having trouble standing on their toes.
"Wow, isn't this amusing, talk about a show here, gees...can you make them wag 'em too?"
Jennifer
"If it floats your boat...okay boys that are up...wag your wienies, I want to here slapping too!
They groan as they obey her command, Heather breaks up in laughter
"I can't believe this, where's my I-phone...we could put this on You Tube or something..."
Jennifer
"That's not allowed, you know the rules..."
Heather
"Oh, I had no idea, figured you could do whatever you wanted to with a slave?"
Jennifer
"No sharing of personal possessions...including myself...it's a private club here...thought you knew the rules?"
Heather
"Just started, didn't get a rule book, thanks for the heads up!
Jennifer
"Come on boys, hands behind your backs, let's get this done...I must admit...I enjoy squirting them like this...
Heather
"Yea, a little shot of water between the legs is always entertaining!"
Jennifer
"I can almost identify each boy without even looking at their face...if you know what I mean?"
Heather looking at Jason coming up
"Hey, you mind if I give that sprayer a try...never did this before?"
Jennifer handing sprayer over
"No problem, you go girl!"
Heather in Jason's face
"Hello big boy, remember me?"
Jason
"You look familiar Mam, are you Heather, girl from the high school, what are you doing here?"
Heather
"Coming to hunt you down, figured you must have ended up somewhere...everything is starting to make sense now...just another freaking deviant huh?"
Jason
"Do you just look or would you like to buy some time?"
Heather shaking head, looking disgusted
"Buy time, I don't buy time, I'm the house manager here and from now on you can refer to me as Miss Patricks...you hear me?"
Jason
"Yes Miss Patricks, whatever you say, I look forward to serving you..."
Heather
"Don't speak before your asked...by the way, you do remember Marcia...don't you?"
Jason
"Who Miss Patricks?"
Heather
"You know, you must remember, the girl you raped on the side of the football field, you and your slut buddies, behind the portables...come on your brains not that corrupted...I thought all you boys would remember a good rape huh?"
Jason
"I can't say I know what your talking about, sorry!"
Heather holding nozzle right against his testicles
"Here's a reminder, since your brain is between your legs anyway, dance for me!"
She pulls the trigger on the high pressure water jet, as he screams in pain and falls to the ground in a violent rupture.
Jennifer
"Guess he said something you didn't agree with, huh?"
Heather
"Something like that..."
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