Hole

 

Hole

 

Chapter 2

 

          This wasn’t the first time Hole had participated with multiple partners.  But every other time it was at a party or other gathering with her owner present.  He provided a semblance of security; she expected that he would prevent any serious harm from occurring.  Besides, all those present were members of a group that met infrequently but were at least familiar.  This time her owner had whored her out to an anonymous group, unidentifiable expect by size and taste (hardly an orthodox criteria.)  This was better than a bunch of bikers in an alley or the back of a third class bar.  The stage provided organization, the men were certainly interested, but not unruly.  She became what she unconsciously craved to be: an eager, enthusiastic orifice; a warm, wet, depository of the men’s bodily fluids; unable to protest, unable to resist. Her endorphins climbed, her adrenaline rose.  She truly became Hole.

The fourth in line had been watching, knowing what to expect.  He wasn’t interested in getting off quite as fast.  As she moved to begin her rapid fucking motion, he stopped her by holding the top of her head.  He tilted her head back so she could see through the mask into his eyes.  The mask was similar to a hockey goalies’ mask, but had been painted with red and orange flames. 

          “Nope, babe.  Not me.  I want a little more slow and deep action.”  He released her head and thrust forward into her throat.  She began again, barely slower than before.  Regardless of what the owner of this cock said, her owner was specific.  After a few more fast strokes, the cock was pulled from her mouth.

          “SLOW DOWN!” He commanded.  He then held her head just above her ears with both hands and began to slowly fuck her throat.

          “That’s better.” He said. “I want enough time to enjoy this.  Your mouth is a dream.”  This cock was longer than the others. He kept controlling the pace, taking long, deep strokes, reaching down into her throat. After a few minutes he looked away from Hole and noticed Trace holding up his right index finger and waving around in a small circle.  He realized that he needed to “wind it up” so released her head.

          “Ok, do your thing.  Or, maybe I should say, do MY thing.”  Immediately Hole began her frantic self impalement, taking the cock all the way down until her nose pressed against his abdomen.  She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing on the out stroke, catching a breath through as much room as she could find around the cock as she pushed forward.  It didn’t take much longer.  He stiffened, then –

          “Oh, yeah.  OH… yeah.  OH…. YEAH…. BABY!”  He clutched the back of her head and slammed it into his belly, quivering, his knees shaking.  He jerked once, then twice then put his hands back on each side of her head and slowly pulled her back off of his cock.  

          “Now THAT was a blow job!”  He exclaimed, then stepped back. “Next!”  Number five stepped up to her mouth.

By the time the seventh cock had deposited its’ load down her throat, Hole was to feeling the effects of her bondage and the pounding of the cocks down her throat.  Her thighs were burning, her arches starting to cramp.  Her shoulders felt pinched.  Being bound for long periods was a standard condition for her, but still, the physiology doesn’t change.  The constant thrusting into her throat was bruising her palate as well as the back of her tongue.  Her mascara was running, both from perspiration as well as the tearing that results from slamming her face into each male’s abdomen.  Drool dripped in strings from her mouth and chin, collecting in her cleavage and forming a puddle between her knees.  A string of pussy drool stretched from her now open labia to form a pool behind the puddle from her mouth. Her lower lips were pink and gapping.  She had managed to catch almost every drop of semen that had been squirted into her mouth and throat.  What few drops didn’t go down were diluted by so much drool that none was identifiable, so at least so far she had obeyed her owner’s instructions.

          The eighth cock presented a problem.  The dental blocks she wore were sized for her owner’s cock.  Too large and her mouth wouldn’t deliver sufficient contact with the cock sliding in.  Too small and the space between her teeth would be so small that her teeth would scrape the cock as it slid in and out – which was totally unacceptable.  The blocks also insured that too large a cock wouldn’t be forced down her gullet and incur damage. She had endured many a skull fucking, sometimes for hours, so the process wasn’t so debilitating as to cause panic, even when her air was cut off by an over-excited, hard thrust ejaculation. This cock was the same length as her owner’s, but significantly larger in diameter. This cock just wouldn’t fit.  The head and part of the shaft would pass her teeth. She licked it and sucked on it as much as she could reach. She stuck her tongue as far out as she could reach.  But it wasn’t going down.  And His instructions were quite clear:  EVERY cock had to go down her throat.  Catch 22.  Her owner had set her up again.  There would be hell to pay, plus interest.

          “Cut!”  Trace called out.  “Let’s take a breather.  While our star here catches her breath, let’s set up an alternative scene.” 

Hole was thankful for the break.  Her breath had gotten short, leaving her slightly light-headed.  As she replenished her oxygen level, her cramping limbs reminded her that her muscles were even more depleted. She squirmed around, trying to get some relief, but consigned herself to the fact that it would be a while before she would be allowed to stretch. She snorted back some of the snot that had accumulated in her nose, wanting to spit, but deciding that with what she had swallowed already (much less what she expected to come later) that just getting a clearer air passage was paramount.

          Trace collaborated with the guy whose dick wouldn’t pass her teeth.  Rather than changing the bondage they decided to intensify the situation.  They repositioned everyone to about where they had been at the end of the previous shot and Trace moved down to get a closer facial shot.  While they talked, Hole looked around.  She rolled her shoulders as best she could, trying to loosen them up.  She noticed that several of the guys had bottles of water, a couple had iced tea, a couple were drinking beer.  She watched one tip the bottle up, finish it and toss it into a large trashcan.  By the sound, the can was far from empty.

          Trace finished with his consult, motioned to the group to move a bit closer. 

“Ok.  We’re segueing into the next scene.  Don will set the tone.  Charles, you pick up after Don finishes so you can get your rocks off, then we reset the stage.  Everybody ready?”  He asked.  Everyone seemed comfortable, then:

“Action!”  He called, and the over width cock was again presented to Hole’s mouth.  He struggled a few times while she licked at the bulbous head.  He grasped her hair at the back of her skull then pulled her head back hard, giving her a look at the ceiling.

          “Don’t like it, bitch?  Don’t want my cock?” He growled at her.  “All right, let’s see if I can get your attention with this.”  He produced a thin three-foot long fiberglass rod.  He flexed it between his hands then swished it through the air several times right in front of her tits.

          “Like this any better?”  He asked while slicing the rod into the top of her boobs.  It wasn’t as hard a stroke as she was used to, but it was hard enough to sting like hell.  Another cut caught the bottom of her boobs.  Trace was on the floor, catching the strokes and her face framed behind her tits.  Another stroke swished from above the lens, seen through the viewfinder it looked like it came from the camera itself.  Again, the top of her tits produced a stripe. He repeated one on the underside, then reached in and the removed the clamp from her right nipple. The returning blood and feeling made her stiffen, then he removed the other one.  The two points of pain distracted her, briefly.  As she seemed to recover from the sudden pain the rod swished down and caught both of her nipples.  This one made her gasp and screech.

          “Oh, you like that, huh?” He sneered.  “ Have a few more.”  The rod delivered three more welts, on the top and bottom of each areola then another through both protruding nubs.  She gave a high-pitched squeal after each impact. He paused, considering his next target.  He walked around behind her, Trace following with the camera, maintaining a low view.  He swished it through the air again then planted a stroke across the top of her ass cheeks.  Two more landed almost on top of the first.  He changed his angle and brought the rod down vertically between her cheeks.  He dropped the rod and grabbed her by the shoulders, moving her back on the cart and laying her face down, resting on her now bruised tits and her left cheek.  He picked up the rod again and stood to her left side so she could see what was coming.  The soles of her feet as well as the middle of her ass now stood out as new targets.  He struck the bottom of her left foot, not as hard as on her butt, but the tender flesh didn’t require as much force to sting just as much as her boobs had. 

She inhaled sharply and an “EEEE!” exited her mouth.  Again the rod landed on the left sole, then two to the right side.  Her shrieks matched each strike. He changed his angle to deliver a harder cut to her ass just under the ends of her toes. This earned him a moan. He worked his way up to the stripe that he had first delivered at the top of her ass. Her eyes were now closed, as she tried to get into the pain.  The rapidity of the lashing, without any time to react and absorb the pain, interfered with her normal reactive process.  Thankfully he stopped, walking around, choosing the next spot to be punished.  He stopped directly behind her and delivered a stripe to the left side of her crack, just inside the curve going down to her pucker.  Another matched it on the right.  Then another on the left, just inside the first one.  He alternated sides, keeping the stripes close together until the next obvious target was her asshole itself.  He walked around to her side and kneeled down, placing his face close to hers.  The mask was made of fabric, like silk, stretched across his features.  It was almost possible to make out is appearance, but it was mottled in blue and green streaks, breaking up the dimensions like camouflage.   His eyes searched her face, then settled on her eyes.

“Guess where I’m going to hit you next?  Got it figured out?”  He waited, then, she nodded.

“Ready?” he asked. She shook her head.  “Wrong answer. Here’s how it works.  The longer you wait to tell me you’re ready, that you WANT it, the more strokes you get.  I figure you’re up to five so far.  Every second you delay, you get another stroke.  So that’s six.  Ready now?”  This time she nodded.

“So, do you want it?”  She nodded again.  “Right on the pucker?”  Again, the nod. “And have you figured out how you’re going to thank you for your punishment and apologize for not sucking my cock?”  Her eyes closed, she nodded again.

“Count each stroke.”  The rod swished again, landing directly on her anus. “AHH.  AUN.” Her trapped open mouth made it difficult to enunciate the word. He again returned to lean into her face. 

He spoke calmly, sinisterly. “You need to speak more clearly.  If I can’t understand what you say, I’ll just

keep hitting you until you can be understood.” He grinned at her, parted his lips and licked all around them.  “You look delicious.  Just need a little tenderizing.”  He grinned again and moved out of her sight.

Crack.  “AAHH.  OOH.” She moaned.

“That’s better.  Of course, ‘two’ is easier to say with an open mouth.  Let’s try another”

Swish.  “REE!”  Her count came out as a scream.

“Not bad.  But it could improve.” He waited, letting her tension build.  Smack. “ORR.”  Smack. “IVE!”

“ That one wasn’t too clear.  Let’s try it again.”

Swish.  “HIVE!” “A little better.  Let’s move on.”

Smack.  “IIX!”  She had managed to add a bit of tongue to the sound so as to approximate an “s” sound without closing her teeth.

“Ok, let’s get on to the apology.”  He lifted her back to her knees.  Her now sore ass and feet bore her weight.  She winced as she wiggled around trying to find a position that didn’t hurt quite as much.  Tears clouded her eyes, washing more mascara down her cheeks.  The raccoon mask stretched between the strings of hair framing her face.

“How are you going to apologize, bitch?”  She stuck her tongue out and wiggled it at him.

“You already tried that. Unacceptable.” His tone was sneering.  She rotated her head around, as if moving something with her face.

“Do you want something?”  He asked.  She nodded and rotated her head again. “Want me to turn around?”  She closed her eyes and nodded once more.  “Want to lick something behind me?  Tell me what you want to lick.”

“Ur ahh ohh.” She tried again. “urr aas ule.”  It was barely decipherable.

He grinned, turned around and bent over. He reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart, then took a step back, pressing his ass crack into her face.  She began licking earnestly, laving both sides of the pucker, circling around it, and then pressing her mouth against the opening.  She pushed her tongue against the wrinkled orifice, licking and probing.  He kept his cheeks parted for her, at least giving her a chance to breathe. 

“Suck on it.”  He ordered.  She did.  She pushed her open lips hard around his asshole and began to suck.  He pushed his hole, like he was passing a turd. She felt the pucker start to expand and pressed her tongue against the center.  His ass hole winked at her tongue several more times, allowing her to get the point into his ass.

“Lick and suck.  If you apologize good enough I’ll give you a treat.”  With that she stiffened slightly, but didn’t stop. Finally he pulled away and straightened up.

“Did you enjoy that?”  He asked condescendingly.  She shook her head slightly.  “I didn’t hear you.  Did you enjoy that?” 

Suddenly she understood what he said and started nodding vigorously.  “UH Huh. UH HUH” 

“Better have.  Now, I think it’s time for me to get off.”  He placed the head of his cock against her lips.  She sucked on the head and the part that would fit, being careful not to scrape him with her teeth. 

He pulled out and held in front of her mouth. “Lick it all over.  Get it wet.  Then suck the head.”  She began licking as quickly as she could, straining her neck to reach every bit of it.  She slobbered all over it, then he pulled it away, then put back into her mouth. 

“Now SUCK IT!”  He commanded.  As she took the head as far as she could into her mouth he began to stroke himself, jerking it swiftly back and forth.  This continued for several minutes, with her working her tongue, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, mouth fucking as much of his cock as would fit.  His face grew red, sweat starting to bead on his face.

Finally he exclaimed “Ahh…yeeaahh.”  His body jerked as he gave his cock several slow strokes.  Hole captured every drop, sucking hard as each spurt struck the back of her mouth. The torrent turned into a trickle.  She licked at the slit, wiping it as the final drops oozed onto her tongue.  He slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a slurp from her lips.

“The next time, I’m taking the headgear off.  Then I’m gonna fuck your face ‘till you can’t talk for a week.”  His eyes narrowed as he delivered the promise.  She knew that he would, too.

Cock owner number nine stepped up and placed the head of his shaft between her lips. He was tall and rangy, with broad shoulders, and black.

 “My turn.”  He said with a deep baritone voice.  This cock was just thin enough to slip inside her mouth but it was the longest of the bunch by far.  She needed to get used to the penetration again.  She started over, moving her mouth deeper on each thrust.  By the fifth stroke she succeeded in getting the head down her throat.  The next push sent it further down than she could remember any cock going. It felt like she was deep throating a pool cue.  She backed off and felt the lump pull past the back of her throat.  She began her frantic mouth fucking, but this time it was difficult getting the head of the cock far enough out of her throat to catch a breath. She couldn’t gobble this one as fast as the others and knew that she would be punished for this deficiency as well.  She obviously wasn’t showing how much she “enjoyed” this cock.  She kept at it, as fast as she could manage.  He held out longer than the rest, whether from her slowing down or just his ability to hold off, she didn’t know.  She began to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen, but she still kept moving, fucking him with her face, fulfilling her unwanted desires: to be a hole for a cock. Finally he tensed, started blowing deeply, and gasped once, twice and just quivered as he squirted into her mouth.  She felt him stiffen, then gasp as the thick spunk coated her tongue. She sucked it down, moaning “MMM. MMM.”  At least she wanted to demonstrate how much she enjoyed it.

“CUT!”