Hole

When I posted chapter 4 several years ago chapter 5 was already started.  But then Real Life reared its’ ugly head, bared nasty teeth and bit us on the ass.  After way too many hours visiting doctors and hospitals RL had chased my muse away.  During the interim someone else purloined the name of my lead character. A manicure from a table saw late last year further delayed my continuing.  But I persevere.  Typing is a bit of a pain since the tips of the fingers of my left hand don't want to cooperate.  Could be worse.  Hole’s persona may return, though likely with a different name.

  I prefer that she not be confused with anyone else.

   Chapter 5

         Trace’s action call somehow reached through Hole’s mental tumult.  She hadn’t noticed that Don had removed the clamp again, then spread her cunt lips wide, pulling them down slightly to emphasize their splay.  The camera frame held a tight shot showing her splayed cunt and asshole and a bit of well whipped ass cheeks.  The camera pulled back to frame her whole ass tightly, then held.  Don’s hands came into view, his left hand pulling at her labia, the middle finger between the lips, another on each side.  He tugged slightly then pulled them together.  Her legs trembled; drops of nervous sweat fell from her pussy.  The moisture could have been mistaken for juices from her excitement; but she knew what was coming.  Don’s fingers squeezed the labia together then his other hand moved into the frame with the clamp.  The clamp was applied closely to the base of her labia with most of her lower lips pulled into the teeth of the clamp.  She didn’t even flinch when he released the clamp.  The shot pulled out again, moving down her thighs to show her right foot secured to the corner and knee strapped to the side.  The camera panned forward to reveal the strap across her waist and another across her shoulders.  The cameraman pulled the focus back from her shoulder to center on her wrist secured to the ring, her fist twisting back and forth.  He re-focused past her wrist to her head and zoomed in to trace the straps of her head harness and follow the taut line of her jaw.  He panned down and back to show her neck trapped in the locked flat ring, then widened the shot to frame her whole body.

 

          Trace was watching the shot progress through a monitor, whispering instructions through a headset to the cameraman.

  He glanced up and motioned to the tall blonde guy to begin his part.

          Hole felt a narrow band of pressure across the back of her head then her world went dark as a blindfold slipped over her eyes.  The cameraman pulled back to show what Don was doing.  Don reached down with a bottle and poured a dollop of thick, viscous liquid onto Hole’s ass crack just above her anus.  He massaged the lubricant around the hole, dipping a finger into the pucker once each trip around.  He added another finger, pressing a bit more firmly but not roughly.  The motion was calming to Hole.  She enjoyed anal and this was both soothing and exciting.  Don was in no hurry and the cameraman moved the shot tighter to better show his actions.

  A small moan slipped out of Hole’s open mouth.

          Don poured another smaller dollop of lube on his fingers as he worked them in and out, spreading them and opening her ass.  He spread some of the liquid on the head of his cock and pulled it down the length of the shaft.  He added a bit more, pulling the skin back, holding the base and pushing his cock up against his abdomen.  While Don added the lubricant to his cock Trace was using another camera to tape his actions.  This would be used for cutting purposes in the editing process.

 

          The cameraman pulled the shot back to include Don and moved around to show him moving up to her, staying in position to make sure that the impending penetration would be visible.  Don held his cock in his left hand, pulling her right cheek slightly to the side.  He pushed his hips forward letting his cock nudge her pucker.  He slowly pushed his hips forward watching as his cock started pushing into her ass.  She relaxed, letting the cock slide in. Don slowly pressed forward, watching as his cock slipped all the way to the hilt.  Hole took a long, slow breath, accepting the fullness and adjusting to the pressure.  Don paused, then pulled almost all the way out, the flare of the head of his cock just starting to show, then pushed slowly back in.  His moves continued, but sped up slightly, his balls swinging up to brush the cheeks of her ass. He moved his feet lightly, moving closer then just started bouncing his hips back and forth in a brisk fucking action. Not brutal but not in a loving way, either.

 

          The cameraman panned toward her head and pulled the shot back.  The blond -Bud- moved up, holding his cock in his right hand, waggling it around. He stopped with his cock right in front of her open lips then removed the blindfold and looked down into her face.  She blinked and looked up expecting the cock to slide into her mouth.  Bud gave a slight smile, not quite a grin, hidden by the mask but revealed by his eyes, and laid the head of the cock on her tongue.  She flicked her tongue across the bottom of his cock as he moved into her mouth, then into her throat.  He paused when her nose pressed into the curly hair over his pubis, then pulled out and swiftly back in. He skull fucked her, giving her just enough time to get a breath when he pulled out then returned to the hot, wet sheath of her mouth and throat.  They continued like this, each penetrating her to the hilt, with no coordination between them; each just moving to their own pleasure.

 

          Trace whispered to the cameraman through the headset for the shot adjustment.  He widened to include all three in the scene, then started a slow rotation around the trio.  Trace used the other camera to get various close ups of different parts of the action. He moved to stay out of the major shot, watching both the other cameraman as well as his own shot.

  Shooting with both eyes took practice, honed from many years of work. He had already discussed the action flow with Don and Bud, so when he had enough close ups he signaled to both of his stallions to move to the next part.

          Both of the men thrust all the way into the respective orifices their cocks were enjoying and then paused.  They simultaneously pulled out and moved to their right, Bud placing the head of his cock at her now gaping asshole while Don presented his cock to her view.  The result of her full colon was very evident on Don's cock.  It was streaked brown with a lumpy ring under the flare of the head. The cameraman was ready and started a slow zoom to frame her face with the soiled cock ready to slip into her trapped mouth.  Don looked down at her as she gazed back up at him, a look of what seemed to be apprehension spreading over her face.

 

          This was the moment that she had both awaited and feared.  Her lack of self worth had pushed her to feel that she deserved this but at the same time the normal revulsion to what was about to happen pushed panic into her mind.  Not that Don was concerned, after all her earlier instructions were to let her clean him off with her tongue.  This was what she knew her owner wanted and, at a deeper subconscious level, knew or at least thought, was what she was meant to do.  To be a receptacle. Property to be used.  Without resistance, without input as to how she was to be used.

Whether a fuck toy, a pain slut, or now, a toilet.

          Don moved forward, pushing his cock into her mouth.  The larger blocks held her mouth open slightly more, removing the blocking resistance he had experienced before.  He started stroking in and out, sliding over her tongue but not reaching her throat.  He let her swirl her tongue over him, she tasted the bitterness from her ass, felt the texture as it passed down her throat.  The taste and aroma filled her nose and mouth.  Trace was watching closely; Phil had advised him that this might be a critical moment for her.  Don continued moving deeper into her mouth, finally reaching all the way in, stopping when her nose pressed into his abdomen.  He waited, but she didn't gag, so he pulled out half way so she could lick him some more.  The intensity of the experience was building in her nose, the taste filling her mouth, nose and sinuses.  As she sucked and cleaned, her saliva diluted the scum in her mouth.  The panic that had started to build now slipped down, allowing her to return to reality.  Don kept moving his cock in and out, going deeper into her throat.  He pushed all the way in, his pubic hair tickling her nose.  A few more strokes like that and Trace gave the two guys a signal.  Simultaneously they pulled out, Don's cock making a slurping sound as she released it, then they swapped places.  Bud's dick was more soiled than Don's had been.  At the signal both cocks moved back into her body.  This time the concentration was even more intense.  Bud's cock scraped globs off onto her tongue, filling her throat.  She swallowed, then swallowed again.

  Her saliva poured into her mouth, but the sludge seemed to overwhelm her capacity to handle it. She kept swallowing frantically.

          Trace saw her eyes start to dart back and forth, looking wildly around.  Tears started sliding down her cheeks. Her breathing came as snorts through her nose, snot starting to drip down. Her body shook as her hands clinched and

unclinched rapidly.

          "Cut" Trace shouted.

 

          He put down the camera he had been holding and motioned both guys back.  He hurried to the frame and started unlocking Hole from the hardware.  She was trembling, drool spilling from her mouth.  Trace removed the head harness and she spit the blocks into his hand.  The smell from her ass was strong in the air around them.  He moved her to sit down on the stand where she had been locked then walked over to the chairs and table that was his stage "office".  He dropped the blocks onto a paper towel then picked up a plastic shopping bag and hurried back over to Hole.  He gently lifted her by her bicep and handed her the bag.  He pulled her around the screens and pointed across the floor a short ways toward an open door.

 

          "Go ahead," he said. "I've got a few things we can do while you get yourself together."  She looked at him, almost frowning, a questioning glance in her eyes.

 

          "Go on."

  He said gently.

          Hole held onto the bag and shakily aimed her way to the doorway.  As she shuffled through the door, staggering and leaning against the door frame she realized that she was in a bathroom.  It was a large room with a line of urinals against one wall and a line of stalls beyond the urinals.  On the other wall was a series of sinks with one large round communal hand washing station closest to the door.  Another door led off, lockers indicated it was a shower area.  The whole room was worn from many years of industrial use but gleamed from recent meticulous cleaning.  Hole moved to the first stall, pushed the door open and fell to her knees.  The bag clattered on the floor as she violently vomited into the toilet.

  She heaved again, tasting a repeat of the pungency of the slime that both Don's and Bud's cocks had retrieved from her ass now mixed with the other contents of her stomach. Once more she retched. Finally the cramping eased.

          She grabbed a handful of tissue from the holder and wiped her mouth.  She dropped that into the bowl and grabbed another handful. She blew her nose, clearing from it the viscous mix clogging her nasal passages. She sat back away from the nasty contents of the toilet, then leaned forward, flushed and leaned back again.  She looked at the bag and pulled it toward her.  In the bag was a four pack of prepared disposable enema bottles, tooth brush and toothpaste, a bottle of water, a bottle of mouthwash, a bottle of hand cleaner and a roll of paper towels.  She smiled wanly, realizing that her reaction had been expected and prepared for.  She slowly got up and moved over to the sinks carrying the bag along.  She splashed water on her face and into her mouth. She started brushing her teeth, and afterwards gargled with the mouthwash.  Hole took the box of enemas and returned to a clean toilet stall. She knelt down and opened one of the bottles.  The tip was pre-lubed so she pushed the nozzle into her ass and squeezed the flexible container. She put her head down toward the floor with her ass sticking up.  She finished with the first one and opened another.  The contents of that one followed the first one, and then she just relaxed with her head resting on her hands on the cool floor.  Perspiration sprung out, despite the water she had splashed with just a moment before.  The liquid starting working quickly, aided by the stimulating fucking her ass had received, as well as having been denied the use of the toilet earlier.  She raised up, sat on the toilet and instantly started expelling the enema.

 

         

          A few cramps later she felt much lighter. Hole wiped, then flushed.  She returned to the floor and applied the third enema, then relaxed and waited.  She let this one percolate and

brew a few minutes until the urgency of the cramps propelled her back to the toilet. This time she felt completely empty.

          Hole cleaned herself up, flushed then moved back to the sink.  She washed her hands then wetted several paper towels and cleaned up again.  One last visit to the toilet resulted in just a bit of left over gas so she finished and prepared to go back.  She left the bag on the side of one of the sinks and went out the door. She didn't notice the small rectangular boxes mounted in the upper corners of the toilet room nor the ones over each pair of toilet stalls.  Her mind churned with what had just happened.  Her first experience with a very filthy ass to mouth started the fulfillment of a need that she had felt for years.  Yet the experience couldn't have been completely expected.  The scene had been set up by her owner, but he wasn't the one forcing a dirty cock down her throat.  He wasn't even around, so she couldn't really associate the reaction with him. The other participants were anonymous, she couldn't control it or stop it. She had to endure it almost like it was all her idea, put into place a long time before, coming inevitably to this event, this location, for her to learn a greater truth about herself.  Just what that truth might be was still awaiting her discernment, but she had done it, the result also beyond her control.  Is this really something she could accept?

  That answer had to come later.

          Now there were more scenes to shoot.

          Hole carried the bottle of water, sipping from it as she made her way back to the set. She hadn't noticed several small rectangular boxes mounted from the top of the screen frame poles either.  The boxes were cameras, small "Nanny cam" type cameras that provided a full set view of the activities.

  They were providing a real time feed back to Hole's owner, along with the feeds from the cameras recording the action for the flick.

          The manufacturing facility had been used to make special products that Phil had designed and marketed.  A larger competitor decided that they didn't need (nor want) the competition so bought the business and the specialized equipment, leaving Phil with a rather obscene amount of cash and an empty building in a forlorn industrial park.  The five optical glass fiber data lines that had been installed provided more than sufficient bandwidth for Phil to watch all video lines simultaneously on separate screens.  Hole had no idea that she was being monitored remotely, but Phil wasn't about to let anything happen that he wasn't aware of. He knew well of Hole's immense insecurity, her almost irrational abhorrence to having any responsibility.  Her parents had blamed her for any and everything in their lives that wasn't perfect.  Since nothing was perfect she was made to feel the weight of the world on her shoulders, crushing her while her parents berated and chastised her.  It didn't help that bi-polar disorder as well as borderline personality disorder ran in her family - as well as in her.  Under living conditions that were structured and supportive she might have had a chance at something resembling normalcy; but coupled with the hell her parents created, her retreat into a life of voluntary slavery with expectations of abuse became a relief.  She felt driven to fulfill her parent's constant projection of worthlessness, of being unworthy of anything other than being dirt underfoot.  So when Phil - Sir - took her without condition, offering her stability in return for freedom, removing all responsibility without blame, the opportunity to escape was irresistible.

 

          Phil recognized the potential Hole represented.  A piece of clay willing, even eager, to be molded into a different being.  So he molded her into the image he desired.  His very own fucktoy, pain slut and humiliation junkie.  The fact that she had yearnings to explore the deepest depths of degradation instilled in her by her parents was just a bonus.  All he had to do was let her explore those areas while being sure that she didn't go too far, too fast.  He also preferred to not be the one that might be associated with an experience that could instigate a mental revolt, or worse than that, a collapse.  Her psyche was still fragile and would need a lot of work to be strong enough to withstand the rigors he had in mind for her.

  So far she had been up to the task and so, her transformation continued.

Chapter 6

          Hole walked back to the set, stepping around the screens.  The guys were lounging, some drinking,

a couple smoking. Trace was talking to Freddy, while Don, Charles and Bud were nearby listening but not joining the conversation.

          Trace saw

Hole slip in and waved her over.

          "Feeling better?" he asked.

         

"Yeah.  Thanks for the bag of goodies." She answered.

          "Well...it was Phil's suggestion.  He probably had an idea that it would come in handy."

          "It did.  Thanks for following through.  It would have been easy to forget it or just blown it off." Hole replied.

          "He made it pretty clear that it was important, so if it was important to him it was important to me.  I don't want to screw up the relationship we have.  I hope to be able to include you in another movie.  Or, I guess, to star you.  If you want to, that is."  Trace said.

          "That's up to him.  What he wants, I do. 

Simple as that."  Hole said.

          "OK, but let get this one finished first.  You ready?" Trace asked.

          "Yeah.  What comes next? Or maybe I should

ask, who comes next?"  Hole asked.

          Trace grinned.  "You can if you want...any time, as often as you wish.  You don't even have to ask. These guys can and will, any time they can. We continue the scene as before.  I have enough cutaways to fill it in and keep it flowing.  We just have to set everything up exactly the same way as before.  We will check the tape to make sure it all matches."

          They put Hole back into position, checking the new scene against the previous footage to be sure that continuity was maintained.  Trace established a wider shot from the same angle as when they had cut and motioned the guys into position.

          When everything was ready Trace said “Action”

          Hole saw a cock move up to her mouth, brown streaks and smudges on the length.  She tensed as it moved into her mouth, then the taste of chocolate filled her senses and relief flooded her body.  The scene progressed, with each man taking turns fucking her ass then her mouth.  But after the cleaning process Hole felt confident and comfortable.  This was an experience she could handle.

          Bud came first, pulling out of her mouth far enough for the camera to catch the spurts as they spilled onto her tongue.  Then Don presented his cock, re-coating her tongue, the camera recording her swallowing then returning her tongue for a fresh spurt. 

          Two more guys moved up and the action continued.  Hole relaxed into the action, having no other choice but to be fucked front and back.  Trace made sure that plenty of lube was used, both for her comfort as well as to add to the scene.

          Finally the last cock shot its’ load into her mouth. Trace moved the shot closer to show Hole swishing her tongue around inside and out, chasing the last drop of cum, searching for another.

          “Cut.”   Trace halted the shooting and started unfastening Hole’s bonds.  Hole gingerly moved down, stretching her arms and legs, rolling her head to work the kinks out of her neck. Trace removed the head harness and Hole spit the blocks out into her hand. She realized that Trace had washed the blocks while she had cleaned up earlier. She sat on the platform that she had just been fucked upon, watching the tableau around her.

Don walked up and sat down next to her. He handed her a bottle of water and opened one for himself.

          “Thanks.” She said.

          “That was a pretty heavy scene we started with.” He said.

         

“Yeah. It went a little farther than I was used to.” She answered.

          He looked at her a bit quizzically.

    

     “I thought you said you were used to it? I was surprised when Trace told us what to do. It's the heaviest scene I've ever done. You haven't done anything like that before...but you said to do it anyway?” Don asked.

          “Well....it's complicated. I've done a lot of shit...well, not actually shit, but a lot of stuff. I've done

atm before, but always after an enema. I wasn't allowed...I didn't get a chance to do an enema today and I had to do the shoot. So...I just did it,” was her reply.

         

“Yeah, but there was time to do it here. I mean we could have waited a few minutes.”

          “Yeah, well...I wasn't allowed to. That was the instructions.”

          “Instructions?

From who? That's pretty brutal you make you do that without any ….practice or something.”

          “Like I said...it's complicated. I belong to someone. Trace knows him, that's how I'm here. I do what I'm told to do. Sometimes it's unpleasant. But that's how it is.”

          “You're a slave.” It was a statement, not a question. “Can you escape?”

          “Yep. And no, I volunteered. Or, actually I escaped into being a slave. Being my own person was worse than being a slave.

Even if I do have to eat shit on occasion. This time I did it literally. So I do what I'm told. I'm really OK with this.” She waved her hand to indicate the set. “I had wondered what it would be like to do it… and now I know. Maybe the next time will be easier.”

        

“NEXT TIME?”

         “Yeah. There will be a next time. Probably fairly soon.

The old “get back up on the horse” thing. It threw me this time. Sir will make sure that I get over it.

        

“Sir? That's his name? Or what you call him?”

 

         “Yes.” She paused. “I don't even think of his name anymore. He's just Sir. It's simpler that way. He treats me well....Or I guess he mistreats me well. Like I said, it's my choice. It's complicated.”

    

     “Do you do many shoots?”

          “A few. I'll probably do more.

Whatever he wants.”

    

     “You're treated like property?”

          “I AM property. That's what I wanted...that's what I got. Sir agreed to take responsibility for me. I didn't want it.

Couldn't handle it. And I'm not going to have to.”

          “Wow.” Was all he could

say.

          Trace called out to the cast “OK. Let's do it.

Final scene. I hope everyone has been drinking a lot. It's time for full bladders”

    

     Hole knew exactly what that meant. She hoped that she could handle the volume. Drinking piss wasn't any big deal, Sir used her as a urinal almost daily and at most parties she served as a urinal when the action got frantic. It was just that her stomach could only hold so much.

    

     “Trace,” Hole asked “There are a bunch of guys here and I suppose that there's going to be a lot of piss in a pretty short period of time. What do I do if I get full before the end of the scene?”

          “Hmmm. Look, don't drink every drop

..” Trace said then saw that she was frowning. “What?”

    

     “I have to. Those were my instructions. Sir...” She said.

    

     “Phil said to do what I tell you, right?” Trace asked. She nodded. “Then this is what I'm telling you to do. I'll tell him I wanted spillage for effect. You swallow enough all along to show that you are drinking it, but let enough run out of your mouth so you won't run out of room. Besides, I've got another solution that he'll be OK with.”

         

“Yes, sir.” She answered. “Where do you want me?”

    

     Hole was placed back into the stand and the shot matched for continuity.

    

     “OK, I've explained the sequence, when I call for action get her out, lock her up and get her into the pool.” Trace called “ACTION!”

          The shot started on her right wrist being unlocked and pulled back to show Don and Bud removing her from the stand, lifting her up and down to the floor, but not letting go of her arms. A pair of wrist manacles and a spreader bar was produced. Her hands were manacled in front then folded with her elbows over her head and her wrists pulled down to a strap that went around her chest under her tits and locked behind her head. The spreader bar was locked around her ankles, holding her feet wider than her shoulders. Straps went around her thighs and the bar locked to them, holding her legs folded. She was carried to the wading pool where she was deposited on her abdomen then the manacles were locked to the spreader bar, putting her into a hogtie. A large stainless steel hook with a ball on the end was inserted into her asshole, a line was run from the eye on the end of the hook between her arms to a ring at the top of the head harness. Her head was pulled back sharply offering her open mouth as a perfect target. Immediately a stream of piss splashed onto her face and directed into her mouth. She swallowed as best as she could with her mouth held open. Another stream joined the first and she realized that there wasn't any way she could keep up with the flow. It was hard enough to swallow without closing her

mouth, with this much piss coming at her it was impossible to drink it all. She felt another stream hit the back of her head, soaking her copper hued hair. The liquid turned her hair dark, almost brown, as the piss ran down her back, running off her sides, some flowing around the hook. She could feel rivulets running over her pussy to puddle underneath.

          The first two finished, short spurts splatting on her face. The next cock was stuck between her lips before his fingers relaxed the pinch holding back the flow. The force of the stream hit the back of her throat, making her gag and cough. It didn't slow down, making her gag and squirm to find some relief and find some air. She was able to close her throat long enough to catch a breath, then allowed small sips to pass while the piss continued to pour into and out of her mouth. Hole looked up through

pissy eyes to see the man holding the cock. The flow slowed to a trickle and again a few spurts found her mouth.

          The next guy decided to play a bit. He held his cock between his pinched fingers and aimed for her eyes. One spurt into her right eye. Another in the left. One longer one in her mouth. Then back to the eyes. While she was blinded he shuffled forward and placed the end of his cock just over her upper lip, aiming up her nose. When she opened her eyes he relaxed the pinch and flooded her nose and sinuses. Again she bucked around, snorting and blowing. The piss stung even worse than water would have, her head felt full and she couldn't breathe through her nose at all. The flow was back in her mouth, forcing her to close her throat. She couldn't breath and she couldn't swallow. Her eyes burned, her sinuses were on fire, and the piss that she had swallowed threatened to come back up. The stream in her mouth stopped and she had enough air left for a weak cough. She gasped, drawing air and drops of piss into her throat, burning her chest and making the coughing worse. She felt and tasted the piss running down from her nose and sinuses into her throat. It was thick from mucus and it made her cough even more. Now she could feel her bladder release her own piss, adding to the puddle around her. At least the guys had stopped pissing for a moment. She kept coughing, blowing snot out of her nose, running down her lip into her mouth. Her stomach began to rebel again. She tensed, holding every muscle tight, trying to get control over her body. Without breathing, she tried to spit the mess out of her mouth. It wasn't easy as she wasn't able to close her mouth to put pressure behind it. Again she spit, her chest feeling like it was about to explode. Her mouth felt empty enough to attempt to breathe so she took a careful, shallow breath. It almost started another coughing fit but she was able to control it.

Another breath, then another. Now she could cough. And cough. Breathe. Cough. The pressure in her chest eased off as she was able to breathe normally. She felt hands about her head and a hand full of tissue placed place under her nose. She closed off her throat and blew her nose into the tissue. Once again and her nose began to clear. Her sinuses still burned like a bitch and it made her eyes water. She couldn't tell if breathing through her nose made it better or worse. Her eyes cleared a bit and she saw Trace standing next to the cameraman. The camera was just two feet away from her face, the red light glowing bright. She licked her lips and breathed deeply. She was calming down. Hole saw Trace cock his head and hold up his hands. He moved them like he was lightly juggling a ball. She saw his mouth form the words “OK?” and she nodded, rocking her whole body. The next stream was softer, just filling her mouth. She was able to swallow a bit of it, her throat showing that it was going down.

          Finally the last man finished. Some one reached out and tipped Hole over, balanced on the spreader bar, her head laying in the pool of piss. The level of fluid was just under her nose, high enough that it ran into her mouth. A singletail whip came snaking down to land on the middle of her back. Hole closed her eys tighter in reaction and her body gave a hard jerk. The cameraman zoomed slowly to a tight shot of her face as she licked her lips, splashing the piss with her tongue and taking small sips.  Her eyes remained closed as she licked around her lips, then a splash of cum hit her mouth, then another, then a smaller one.

Another whip stroke, another jerk. Her tongue flicked out, searching for the drops on her cheek just out of reach, jerking every few seconds.

          “Cut!” Trace called. Another hand pulled

Hole back up onto her abdomen. “One minute while I check the floor rushes. Keep those bottles handy.” A pause while Trace viewed the recording at a faster speed than normal. Finally he called. “That's a wrap. Thanks everybody. Clean up and we'll be going home in a few minutes.”

    

     Hole was lifted out of the pool by the spreader bar, her head swinging down toward the floor. A hand held her chin up as she was gently placed on the floor. The hook was untied from her harness, then withdrawn and her manacles unlocked from the bar; then her wrists. The spreader was unlocked from her ankles. While she slowly stretched her legs the bar was unlocked from the thigh straps and the straps removed. Hole rolled over onto her back and stretched again. She shook her hands around bring more circulation to her fingers. She wiped her eyes and looked around. Don was kneeling over her.

    

     “How are you?” He asked.

          “OK, I think.” She said blinking.

  Her mind and body were exhausted, her usual mental defenses down.

          “Damn. I'm impressed. I didn't know whether to be amazed that you could do that or to call 911.

  I thought you were going to drown. Then you started up again. If you can do that, what kind of fucking practice have you had?” He asked.

          “Fucking practice, yes.

Lots of it.” She blew out a breath and gave him an almost smile. “All this is training.”

          “Training for what?

The Inquisition? I've seen some hard shit on the internet, but this ranks right up there with any of it. I never thought I'd get to watch something like this, much less be a part of it. And you think there will be more?”

    

     “Yeah...I'm pretty sure there will be more. Trace said he wanted to do some more shoots and Sir will probably let him. Hell, he'll probably set them up.”

    

     “Does he hate you? I mean to do this to you...”

          “NO!” She almost yelled. “He doesn't hate me. I think...OK, I would like to think that he loves me, but I don't really know. I didn't expect him to love me...I didn't think I wanted him to love me. I… I don't know. But he doesn't hate me. I told him that I wanted...or needed... or something...that there was something in me that felt bad.” Her eyes searched his. “I've never told anyone else this but him. I probably shouldn't tell you. After what we just did...after what we've just been through together...I guess I feel something shared with you. So I feel I can tell you a little about me. This thing inside me needs to be punished. So Sir is helping me.

Helping punish it.”

          “I haven't gone through anything. I just fucked you and watch others fuck you.

And pissed in you. But I thought you were a scat queen or something. I had no idea that you didn't do this as a regular thing. This just blows my mind. If I had known...I don't know.” He shook his head and looked away.

          “I'm glad...that you care. Most people don't. Nobody does. Except Sir. A few of his friends are nice to me. Most of the time.

If they aren't whipping me, or caning me, or fucking my tonsils out. But that's OK. That was part of the deal. He uses me as he sees fit. Tell Trace if you want to do another shoot. It would be more comfortable having someone I know beat the hell out of me. Besides, I think you've done some of this before.”

          “Yeah, well a little...maybe a bunch, but not like this. Just some strong playing with some girls...women...that like to play rough.

Occasional whips and chains, hard fucking in bondage, that sort of fun stuff. I'm not in your league. Nowhere close.”

    

     “Well, tell Trace. If you're interested maybe Sir might like to meet you. You are damned good looking and got a big cock.” She reached up and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. Sir does let me have a gentle fuck once in a while. Not often though. Says he doesn't want me to get spoiled. So there is little danger of that.” She laughed lightly. Hole rolled over, rising to her knees then slowly, shakily to her feet. Don gave her a hand.

    

     Trace walked over to them. “Waters' hot, showers available. I need to get packed up pretty soon so let's get a move on.”

          Don and Hole looked around,

then Don said “I'm going to get my bag. Want to shower?”

    

     “Sure.” Hole answered.

          They met at the shower room. Someone had cleaned up the mess Hole had left there

earlier, she saw the bag in a trash bin. There was a stack of towels on a chair at the front of the shower room, bars of soap and hotel sized bottles of shampoo in a bowl. They each grabbed a towel, a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo and stepped into a shower. There were partitions with curtains for each shower. Hole smoothed the soap over her body, feeling the results of the flogging as well as the heavy fucking. She was starting to get sore; the shower would help that. She felt a few welts on her tits and butt, thought that Don likely put a few of them there. She washed the piss out of her hair and gargled with the water. She snorted a bit of water to get the taste and smell of piss out of her sinuses. It helped, a little. She stretched under the water spray, twisting around and bending down to touch her toes. She spread her legs and reached back to feel her asshole. It was sore, but no worse than after many of Sir's parties. No worse, really than what he himself does sometimes. Sir had a large cock and really enjoyed pounded her ass, she thought. She finished her shower and grabbed the towel off of the hook outside the stall. She dried and carried the towel as she walked toward the door. Don was getting dressed. Nice jeans, polo shirt, boots. She saw a helmet in the large gym bag. She started putting on the clothes she arrived in.

    

     “You ride a bike?” She asked.

          “Sportster.”

Was the reply.

         

“Sweet.”

         

“Yeah. It sure is.” He smiled at her.

    

     When they returned to the area of the set, all of the camera and computer gear were stored in travel cases, the cameraman and grip were striking the curtain walls. Rolls of cable were stacked on light cases. They walked up to Trace.

          “Hole says you might be shooting again.

Anytime soon?” Don asked.

          “Why, you interested?” Trace replied. “This is the first

bdsm that you've done with me, the rest have been the usual fucking and sucking. Want to go to the dark side?”

         

“Why not? This was the hottest set I've ever been on, probably the hottest movie I've seen.” Don answered.

          “Getting jaded and kinky, eh? Yeah, I've got a few ideas percolating. I'll call. But I expect the next ones will show faces. No masks.

Up for that? That someone might recognize you?” Trace asked.

          “Yeah, I guess. I'll give that a thought. This was a very intense shoot.

Nothing that I expected. OK, I'm out of here. Call me.” Don smiled at Hole, shook Trace's hand, then turned and walked to a large roll up door. A few seconds later they heard the door start up and the sound of a Harley cranking, firing and rumbling. The sound moved outside and the door noise returned, stopped and the sound of the motorcycle faded.

    

     Trace was holding a doubled up shopping bag in his hands.

    

     “Here.” He said. He offered her the bag containing two large bottles. They were full of liquid. Hole pulled one out. A hazy yellow fluid swirled around inside.

          “I told you I had an idea.

A souvenir from this evening. Maybe part of a bedtime snack.” Trace grinned at her. “Maybe this will keep you out of trouble. One of the guys volunteered a shot or two of cum, just to add some variation to the flavor. It’s time to go home and you had a bit of a rough shoot. Thanks. You're a real trooper, as they say.”

    

     “Good night. I hope it turns out to be a hit.” Hole laughed. “I never thought I'd be a star.”

          Hole walked to the door and to the car. The drive home gave her time to think about the night and

herself. It was one of the most intense nights she had ever experienced. She considered all that had happened; the stuff that she had thought she desired and the reality that actually occurred. She discovered that she was OK with it. Maybe she could handle it better under different circumstances, but doing it like this was like jumping into a cold pool. Sometimes it's best to just get thrown in and see if you can swim. And hope that there is a life guard around if you can't. Hole thought “Maybe I can swim.”

   

      While Hole drove home, Sir was watching the recordings of the evening, both from the set cameras as well as the miniature surveillance cameras. There were microphones mounted to pick up the set sounds as well as in the toilet and shower. He could make out part of what Hole and Don said. He agreed with Hole. Don seemed to be an interesting guy. He was attractive which was handy for some of the events he hosted and, indeed, his cock was impressive. It might be worth a call to Trace to find out a few things.

    

          Hole walked into the den where she found Sir watching the recording of the set taken from one of the small cameras. She watched for a moment then turned to Sir.

         

“Sir?” She asked. “That doesn't look...like it came from any of the cameras I saw.”

          “Did you think I would let you go somewhere like that and not be able to watch over you? I like Trace and I trust him. I just like to verify. Besides, I got some hot extra footage. Great party stuff. You're going to be a star.” Sir smiled at her.

“Oh, ah...about that love thing. I do love you, though not in a conventional way. Maybe I'll explain it to you sometime.”

          “OH!” Hole blushed furiously. “I didn't have any idea...you heard me! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been talking to him. Especially like that.

About all that. I'm SORRY!” Hole looked frightened, almost in terror. Sir saw beads of sweat pop out on her forehead.

          “Hole...it's alright. Calm down. Contrary to what you may think, you ARE human. Yes I own you as property, but you're still a human. It's alright.

So calm down. Everything is fine.” He smiled again. “By the way...did you enjoy yourself?”

          Hole looked at him, puzzled. Then smiled

herself and relaxed. She replied

    

     “You know....I think I did.”

End.