Typecast

[Shocker]

Teaser: She leaned back in her chair and looked Dan straight in the eyes, keeping her own features composed. Dan Webster was the new shooting star among Hollywood's directors, very much akin to Spielberg in the seventies. She had seen his last independent movie and had liked what she had seen. He was good, had an eye for talent and framing. What had most people talking about his work was his ignoring modern sensibilities, he showed and depicted what advanced his story, and didn't give a damn if any group felt insulted? So naturally the press had a field day, trying to rip him apart in interviews, but he had kept a level head and remained polite and reasonable in his replies. Now he was going to make a new movie, and his people had sent her the script.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Typecast
Author: Shocker
Chapter Tags: consentual non consent

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This story was written for a short story contest on another site requiring to be less than 1500 words. The theme was to write a story, that just on actor or actress could play. The readers got not only to vote on who they thought was best. But also whom they thought was hidden in those stories.
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Typecast

She leaned back in her chair and looked Dan straight in the eyes, keeping her own features composed. Dan Webster was the new shooting star among Hollywood's directors, very much akin to Spielberg in the seventies. She had seen his last independent movie and had liked what she had seen. He was good, had an eye for talent and framing. What had most people talking about his work was his ignoring modern sensibilities, he showed and depicted what advanced his story, and didn't give a damn if any group felt insulted? So naturally the press had a field day, trying to rip him apart in interviews, but he had kept a level head and remained polite and reasonable in his replies. Now he was going to make a new movie, and his people had sent her the script.

"I take it you read the script and are interested?"
She blinked, that young man sure was cocky. "Yes, I did read it. Very interesting" if she was honest with herself it had been the best script she had received in quite some time.
"Let's not beat around the bush." his eyes seemed to bore straight into her own mind "I would like you for the planters' wife Ellen. When it comes to portraying well-bred English women, there is nobody that can do it as well as you."
She gives him a rather Gallic shrug "One tries ones best."
"Which is quite impressive, I have followed your career for a long time. I can't recall any movie you were not marvelous in. it would be such an honor to work with you."
She considered giving him a hard time for the somewhat backhanded compliment. But then again she is in her mid-forties and her career would have begun before he was even out of school. He is squirming a bit under her gaze, she is disappointed as she likes her directors to be assertive. But then he speaks again.
"There is a certain amount of nudity and sexuality required of that role, based on your previous body of work, I assume you would be OK with that."
"Body of work" she thought "if that wasn't a Freudian slip, I don't know. He likely jerked off to my nude scenes when he was young." aloud she answered "Not really a problem, that's a cherry Bernardo took, I don't think there is a movie lover who doesn't know how I look in the flesh. Yourself included."
This time he did turn a bit red, and she thought she had hit the mark.
"Ellen is a 44-year-old woman, living in the veld of South Africa at the beginning of the last century. This will perhaps clash with some ideas of modern personal hygiene. We can of course take care of that in make up."
"Dan you are cute, but I don't need neither make up specialists nor prosthetics, I'll provide an authentic home-grown bush. When will shooting start?"


Shooting started in November and went rather well, Dan Webster had shed the timid young boy persona and was a force of nature on set. Yet he never raised his voice, he gave his directions in a clear and thought through manner, describing exactly what he wanted to achieve with a scene before giving his actors the room to practice their craft.
They reached the day of the climactic attack on the farm in which Ellen's husband had been slain by the black workers. Then the workers lead by a tall black men dragged her out of the house before setting fire to it. All the actors for that scene were small time local actors from the south of Africa, and they had treated her during all the shoot with a reverence that came close to hero worship.
So when it came to dragging her out of the building, she felt at best careful tugs. Dan yelled cut over and over again, had them reset the scene, but still wasn't satisfied.
At one point she went over to him, her white blouse having a long tear down the middle.
"Dan this isn't working. Gamba is touching me as if I'm made of glass, this way we'll never get to what you want, and there are only three costumes for me left."
"I don't really see how to give him better direction either. I mean the workers have slain their oppressor and will take their revenge on Ellen."
"I know that, they know that. But they have been brought up to be respectful to women. A nice trait, but it doesn't work here for us. Can we take a 15-minute break and waste one more costume. I'll talk with Gamba, if he can sell this in the scene we have this."
"I would appreciate that."


Gamba immediately agreed with her request for a quick extra rehearsal. She wondered if he expected to infuse him with any particular wisdom about Hollywood productions.
"Gamba, you are a good actor, please close your eyes and think what the following words conjure up in your mind. They drag Ellen out of the house, tear her clothes off and take liberties with her body."
She can see by the way his face is moving that he is having a very clear picture about that scene.
"Do you think, you did this today?"
"No, not really."
"Then show me how to do this, rip those clothes to shreds!"
He grabbed the blouse with both hands, ripping with mighty hands, buttons flying in all directions. Revealing the linen small clothes containing her ample chest.
"Much better but keep going." she encourages him
With a mighty tear the skirt comes down, leaving her in bloomers.
"Don't stop, we are just getting in the spirit."
"I don't want to hurt you"
"I'm not made of glass, go on"
Gamba grabbed the fabric between her breasts and tucks hard down, causing the entirety of her chest to spring free. His eyes go wide.
"You are supposed to maul them."
He gingerly reaches out and touches the bare flesh with his hands. She likes the contrast between his dark hands and her pale skin.
"Gamba, you are a sweet guy, but grab them. They won't come off."
Encouraged by her words, his grip is getting firmer. And his hands grip the malleable flesh, squeezing hard, causing her to wince. He let go immediately.
"Don't stop you ninny, I'll have to sell that this is unpleasant to me, we are after all professionals doing a job her. You are also not finished yet."
Having gotten the message, his left hand reaching for the tight bun of her black hair, while his right pushes down her bloomers. Revealing a big triangular patch of curly black hair.
She feels his hand between her legs, brushing against her hair, over her lips a finger pressing against the opening of her sex.
"Cut" she yells in his ear.
Startled he looks up, her blue eyes blazing.
"That is what you need to do, once Dan calls action. And now be a dear and send me the nice lady from costumes, with the replacement.

She watches him walking away, smiling as she sees him sniffing a finger. It was a pity that she believed in fidelity in marriage, Gamba would certainly make an appearance in her head real, when she was alone in her bed.

The movie premiered half a year later to mixed reviews. The critics were divided in their opinions, the audience flocked to it in masses. All of them united in the opinion how visceral the raid on the farm, and its aftermath had been. She didn't care what anybody said, she was a professional and enjoyed a job well done.

The End.
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Feel free to make a guess on who this is in the rating or comments.

[Claire]

Definitely an interesting idea. Sadly, I have no idea who this could be. I'm not really that familiar with many actors and actresses. I could see @HistBuff maybe make a good guess, especially if it's an older actress? Did anybody get it right during the original contest back then?

Oh, and btw, the story is over 1,000 words long, so it should be tagged as Short, not Flash. And I'm also not sure about the NonCon tag, but I guess it's rape roleplay? Let's stick with that.

[Shocker]

Definitely an interesting idea. Sadly, I have no idea who this could be. I'm not really that familiar with many actors and actresses. I could see @HistBuff maybe make a good guess, especially if it's an older actress? Did anybody get it right during the original contest back then?

Oh, and btw, the story is over 1,000 words long, so it should be tagged as Short, not Flash. And I'm also not sure about the NonCon tag, but I guess it's rape roleplay? Let's stick with that.

I do tend to agree with your points about the tags, I had when first published not tagged it as rape, and over sensitive folks at that other site made me tag it differently. The story as it is comes to 1120 words, and I thought I post it as advertisement what can be achieved with few words in support of the “flash story contest”, hence the incorrect use of the flash tag.

It took a bit, until the first person was writing the correct name, but once that had happened everybody was completely agreeing with it.

[LaLia]

Interesting idea, and especially in relation to the new contest, it's exciting to see what they can do with it. Guess who the actress could be? Well, typically English, she's had nude scenes, and she's over 40. The first person that comes to mind is Kate Winslet. Emma Thompson could also fit, but as far as I know, she hasn't had many nude scenes...I'd say Kate Winslet is it.

[Shocker]

Interesting idea, and especially in relation to the new contest, it's exciting to see what they can do with it. Guess who the actress could be? Well, typically English, she's had nude scenes, and she's over 40. The first person that comes to mind is Kate Winslet. Emma Thompson could also fit, but as far as I know, she hasn't had many nude scenes...I'd say Kate Winslet is it.

Thank you, a lot of longform writers get stressed by the idea of restricting themselves to 1000 words. I should know I’m one of them. Working well with so few words cuts down on elaborate descriptions and one has to really focus on the message of the story. One isn’t the replacement of the other but an excellent exercise, that helps strengthening storytelling also in longer format.

[Nickamano]

Nice little story. Can't see why the other site made you put an NC tag on it. There's not even any action, just two people working through a scene. Well written clear, though (if you had more words allowed) Maybe some emotional insight of the actor and actress getting into their character's head spaces while filming the scene could have been interesting and added an additional level of NC content?

BTW, I pictured Eva Green...?

I absolutely get stressed about the idea of writing something short and concise. I'm partway through a little project now that I was telling myself would be short and simple. 20k words at the outside. I'm currently hitting 22k and am no where near the end yet. Sigh... We can but try, and yet must be true to our nature.

[Claire]

Nice little story. Can't see why the other site made you put an NC tag on it. There's not even any action, just two people working through a scene. Well written clear, though (if you had more words allowed) Maybe some emotional insight of the actor and actress getting into their character's head spaces while filming the scene could have been interesting and added an additional level of NC content?

BTW, I pictured Eva Green...?

I absolutely get stressed about the idea of writing something short and concise. I'm partway through a little project now that I was telling myself would be short and simple. 20k words at the outside. I'm currently hitting 22k and am no where near the end yet. Sigh... We can but try, and yet must be true to our nature.

Well, I think it's time you challenge yourself and join our Flash Fiction contest. I might enter too and I have no idea what I am doing when it come to flash fiction. So you can't do worse than me.

[HistBuff]

This movie scenario reminds me of something "vaguely familiar", and no, it's not easy to take a team of modern actors and make them do that kind of scenes where they are supposed to behave like men in 1900... and actually make it look convincing. I've seen rape scenes in 1960s and 1970s westerns that looked absolutely visceral and amazing, maybe partly because men at the time were brought up differently. Clint Eastwood has a rape scene where he "teaches a lesson" to a dame and he makes it look good (no idea how many takes it took).

We would have had many shockingly incredible rape scenes in older movies if it hadn't been for the Code, but they sometimes got really powerful results by keeping the rapes implicit -- e.g. "The Last Command" in 1955 -- between the end of the Mexican victory in Fort Alamo (where we hear women screaming in the background) and the final scene were the ghastly-looking women are brought in a wagon into General Houston's camp.

Very interesting idea and thanks for sharing this fantasy. I love the shocking black-on-white contrasts

[Shocker]

This movie scenario reminds me of something "vaguely familiar", and no, it's not easy to take a team of modern actors and make them do that kind of scenes where they are supposed to behave like men in 1900... and actually make it look convincing. I've seen rape scenes in 1960s and 1970s westerns that looked absolutely visceral and amazing, maybe partly because men at the time were brought up differently. Clint Eastwood has a rape scene where he "teaches a lesson" to a dame and he makes it look good (no idea how many takes it took).

We would have had many shockingly incredible rape scenes in older movies if it hadn't been for the Code, but they sometimes got really powerful results by keeping the rapes implicit -- e.g. "The Last Command" in 1955 -- between the end of the Mexican victory in Fort Alamo (where we hear women screaming in the background) and the final scene were the ghastly-looking women are brought in a wagon into General Houston's camp.

Very interesting idea and thanks for sharing this fantasy. I love the shocking black-on-white contrasts

Thank you for your feedback, in case the movie name hadn’t been present, that was Eastwood in High Plains Drifter.
I think newer movies have been trying to be edgy, but it’s getting more difficult to create a big shock and awe.

[praetor3d]

I did not expect this story to go the way it did, so it was a pleasant surprise to read! Mostly because the NC tag seems to apply more to both the male actor and director, rather than the actress (which was what I was anticipating).

Just thinking aloud, if you don't mind, but as I finished reading, I was thinking what if this story started with a detailed description of the gang rape scene, then as the story unfolds, it turns out that it's actually just effective acting all along, and the original story then backtracks to narrate how that scene came to be. It would have totally thrown me into a twisted entertaining loop, or perhaps that's too confusing?