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Tracy forced on a wide, gleaming smile.  ?I'm here for the eleven o'clock appointment?  Tracy??

The receptionist gave her a doubtful look, then began to leaf through a grimy stack of papers, his eyes occasionally darting back at her.  Tracy felt her smile begin to waver; she knew she should've worn something else.

She'd spent all morning going through her closet, trying on several completely different outfits before ending up with this one.  She had no idea what would be considered appropriate, or what kind of dress code they did or didn't have.

This was, after all, her very first porn shoot.

Tracy had finally decided to dress professionally, figuring that she'd rather look too formal than too casual.  So she'd opted for a sky blue skirt with an abstract floral print, a white dress shirt, and black high heels that made feel like she was a foot taller.  They were all designer clothing, of course; she wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything less.

She'd kept the jewelry to a minimum. Just a pair of delicate gold earrings to offset her long dark hair, which hung in bangs around her shoulders, and her favorite silver necklace.  It had been a Christmas present from Mom a couple years ago, and it looked gorgeous on her, if she did say so herself, the smooth metal highlighting the creamy skin of her neck.

The hardest part had been deciding how much cleavage to show.  Tracy was well aware that her chest was bigger than most girls', and had no qualms about using her endowments to get what she wanted sometimes, but that didn't mean she had to go around flaunting herself.  Porn or not, she was here to work, so she'd settled for modesty with a blue blazer that matched her skirt.

All that had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, looking at the receptionist's stained t-shirt and jeans, she felt painfully overdressed.  She shifted on her heels, already feeling exposed and self-conscious.  It was only going to get worse from here.

No, that was just nerves.  She reminded herself that this was going to turn out just fine.  There was nothing to worry about.  She wasn't some prude scared of men.  She loved sex.

Tracy always had, ever since losing her virginity at sixteen.  That had been four years ago, and the experience had only gotten better from there.  She even liked pornography, as long as it wasn't the weird kind.  She could happily spend an evening in bed watching some cute guys and girls going at it, though she'd rather be doing more than just watching.

That's why porn had seemed a natural fit to her.  It was her third year of college, and she'd moved into her own apartment.  Dad was paying her tuition, but lately he kept rambling about fiscal responsibility and the problems with today's youths, so it had come as no surprise when he started insisting she pay for her own rent and food.

He still gave her an allowance, enough to cover both those things, so he wasn't a total monster, but she was otherwise broke.  No new clothes, no fancy electronics, just boring rent payments and trips to the grocery store.  He hadn't even bought her a new car for her twentieth birthday!  She was still saddled with that old piece of junk from her sweet sixteen.

So Tracy had begun looking into ways to make money.  Not some part time retail job, because first of all, she had to focus on her studies, and second of all, yuck.  Something quick and easy and fun.

That was what she needed right now: fun.  She was slightly between boyfriends at the moment, and there was nothing worse than a night spent alone.  It wasn't due to any fault of her own, just a series of misunderstandings.  Donny had gotten the crazy idea in his head that they'd been dating exclusively, and threw the most childish temper tantrum when he found out she'd slept with Pete at a fraternity party.  Boys.

That was how she'd found herself alone in her apartment, binging on porn.  She'd watched the girls on screen, who seemed to be having so much fun, and thought, why isn't that me?

So she'd done some digging and found a place nearby that was advertising for new talent.  They promised nothing extreme or degrading, just some one-on-one vaginal and oral intercourse.  She'd sent them her resum?, with a fake name of course, along with a few pictures of herself.  Their response had been quick and enthusiastic.

And now here she was, at eleven o'clock in the morning, waiting to have sex with a stranger for money.  Oh god.  She reminded herself to exhale.

The receptionist finally found what he was looking for, a smudged post-it note.  ?Uh, right, right,? he said, squinting at it uncertainly.  ?You're... the eleven AM?  Uh, just go down the hall there, fifth door on the right, and then take the stairs down.  Can't miss it.?

Tracy thanked him and hurried away, heels clicking on the floor.  There was no turning back now.

Will whistled as a black-haired beauty walked through the door.  ?Poor girl must've gotten lost,? he muttered to Steve.   The big man grunted in agreement.

The girl was fresh meat, that much was obvious.  She was walking unsteadily on heels, glancing around this way and that.  Pretty, too.  Definitely not the type he was used to seeing.

Will enjoyed his job.  The pay wasn't anything special, but he wasn't in it for the money.  For him, it was all about the women.  He'd been into abuse and humiliation since he was thirteen years old, sneaking peeks at his dad's stash of BDSM pictures.  He would've paid for the privilege to break porn stars down and make them cry.

But even he had to admit the job wasn't as good as it used to be.  Word had spread fast that his shoots were rough, that he pushed actresses farther than they'd agreed.  He'd tried changing websites a few times, but his reputation never took long to catch up.

The only women he could hire now were ones like today's appointment, Tricia Longbottom.  She was a veteran of the industry, on the wrong side of forty, and big on pain and submission.  He'd had several shoots with her in the last couple years, and none of them had been satisfying.

He couldn't even remember the last time he'd worked with a woman who showed the slightest surprise over the things he made her do.  It was almost enough to drive a man to retirement.  A state he'd be visiting soon enough, whether he liked it or not; Tricia wasn't just his only appointment for the day, she was the only person he'd lined up all week.  These days the couch on their set got used more for naps than screwing.

?Can I help you, miss?? he asked politely, trying not to stare like Steve was.  The man could be such a dummy sometimes.

She gave him a shy, slightly too wide, smile.  ?I'm, um, I have an appointment here.?

He blinked.  ?You do?  I mean... right, of course you do.?  He stood up.  ?I hate to be rude, but I need to take care of a couple quick things before we get started.  Won't take a moment.?

She nodded, shifting on her heels, and he hurried upstairs to where the new receptionist was manning the desk.  ?Hey Ricky, you send a girl our way??

The kid looked up.  ?Yeah, that was Tricia.  The one from your note??  He held up a smudged post-it.  ?Something wrong??

Will thought quickly, scanning the messy desk.  He spotted another post-it note: 11am, Tracy.  It was from that start-up group upstairs, just a bunch of amateur vanillas trying to break in to the industry.  ?No, not at all.  Just wanted to say good work, and... aw, dammit!?  His hand brushed the kid's soda can, knocking it onto the floor.  ?Sorry about that.?

?No worries,? Ricky said cheerfully, bending down to pick the can up.  Will reached out and grabbed the second note while he was still looking down.  ?It was mostly empty, anyways.  Need anything else??

?No, no.  You just keep doing what you're doing.?

Will pulled out his cellphone as he walked back downstairs, looking through his contacts.  He waited until he was sure he was out of earshot, then called Tricia.

?Yeah, I'm almost there,? said a gravelly voice.  ?Had to pick up some more smokes.?

?Actually, we've had a change of plans,? Will said.  ?Can we reschedule you for next week??

?I guess, was meaning to get a nice mani pedi later tomorrow.  Could do it today instead.?

?Yeah, yeah, that's great, really sorry for the trouble, see you later.?  Will hung up without waiting for a response, then stood for a while, thinking.  This... this could be good.

Tracy tried to shoo away the butterflies in her stomach.  Everything was going fine.  She looked nervously at the big hulk of a guy sitting at the desk.  He smiled and waved, and she awkwardly waved back.

?You... from around here?? she asked, trying to break the ice.

He shook his head.  She waited for him to say anything else, but nothing more seemed to be coming.

?I'm terribly sorry about that, Tracy,? said the other man, coming back downstairs and offering her a handshake.  ?That's just how it is around here, always busy busy busy.?

?That's, um, that's okay,? she said, accepting his hand.  At least this one was cute.  A bit older than her type, probably about thirty, but lean and confident, with short brown hair that was adorably messy.  Had he been taking a nap?

?Let's get you settled in.  Is this your first shoot??

Tracy blushed.  ?Is it that obvious??

The man gave her a reassuring smile.  ?A little.  Don't worry, you're gonna be fine.  We're all professionals here.  I'm Will, and that lunkhead there is Steve.?  Steve grunted in response.  ?Don't worry about him, he's not big on talking.?

He led her into their shooting room, where there were a few cameras set up, some chairs, a couch, and a bed.  There was also a large trunk in the corner, on which someone had taped a piece of paper reading 'TOY CHEST'.  ?If you wouldn't mind taking a seat on the couch??

Tracy sat down, smoothing her skirt out.  Will focused one of the tripods on her, and she felt herself fidget under the attention.  ?Is it okay if we start by asking you some personal questions?  We find it helps break the ice if we talk about sex first, instead of jumping right into it.  And audiences love to know more about the women they're seeing.?

?Okay, that, that sounds fine, I guess.?

?Alright, try to relax.?  Will started to record.  ?We have a very special guest with us today.  This is Tracy.  Can you wave hi to the people watching at home, Tracy??

She raised an unsteady hand.  ?Hello.?

?Tracy here is brand new.  We are lucky to have her here for her very first porn shoot.  How do you feel about that??

?Nervous,? she admitted.

?Well, I think you're gonna do fine.  Better than fine.  You're absolutely gorgeous, you know that??

?Thank you,? she said, relaxing a little.  That's right, she was gorgeous.  Better than either of these guys could usually score, even the cute one.  Why was she acting like they had all the power?

?Are you ready for some questions??

She straightened up.  ?I think so.?

?Okay.  How many boyfriends have you had, Tracy??

She thought for a long moment, considered lying, then decided it wasn't worth it.  ?Um, eight.?

?Eight?  That's a lot for a young girl like you.  None of them lasted very long??

?Nope.?

?I guess they couldn't really satisfy you, huh??

?I guess not.?

?Did you satisfy them??

?I don't...?

?Did you have sex with all of them??

Tracy felt her face flush.  ?Oh.  Yes, I did.?

?Vaginal??

?Yeah.?

?Oral??

?Yeah.?

?Anal??

Her blush deepened.  Why the hell did they want to know that?  ?No.?

?Not with any of them??

?No.?

?Do you think you're too good for anal sex??

Tracy tensed.  There had been no malice in Will's tone when he asked the question, but she couldn't help feeling uneasy.  ?What?  No, it's not that... I just don't like it.  I don't want to talk about it.?

Will gave her an apologetic smile.  ?Sorry, Tracy.  We're not trying to upset you, we just want to understand you.  Now, you were willing to let them put their dicks in your pussy and your mouth, right??

?...Right.?

?So why not your ass?  Maybe they weren't all into that kind of thing, but I find it hard to believe you found eight different men who had no interest in that butt of yours.?

?No, a few asked about it, but... ? she fidgeted again.  ?It's disgusting.?

?It's disgusting to let someone put their dick in your ass??

?Yes.?

?But not in your mouth or in your pussy??

?That's different.  It's... it's gross back there.?

?There are a lot of actresses in this profession that do anal.  Did you know that??

?Yes.  But I don't want to be like that.  Your ad said there wasn't going to be any of that.?

?Right.  But we're not talking about you right now, we're talking about them.  Do you think that the performers that do anal are disgusting, Tracy??

?No.?

?Then why is it okay for them to do it and not you??

?I... I don't know.?

?Do you think you're better than them??

?No!?

?Then it should be okay for you to do it too, right??

?I... I guess.?

?Unless you think you're better than them.  Do you think you're better than everyone else, Tracy??

?No!?

?So you'd be okay with anal.?

?I... I really don't like talking about this.?

?I'm sorry, Tracy.?  Will flashed her another smile.  ?Let me change the subject.  You used your mouth on all eight guys, correct??

?Yeah.?

?What did you do with your mouth??

?I... you know, the stuff you do.?

?You licked their dicks??

?Yeah.?

?And you sucked on them??

?Yeah.?

?Did anyone of them put their dicks down your throat??

?No, of course not.?

?Now, that's very interesting.  Why would you add 'of course not'??

?Because.. ?  Tracy could see a sparkle in Will's eyes.  There was nothing in his expression, and his tone was still polite and pleasant, but she had the growing feeling that inside, he was laughing at her.  ?Because that's not something you're supposed to do.?

?It's not?  You don't think your boyfriends would have felt good??

?I... I don't know.?

?And it's not 'gross', like your ass is.  Is it??

?I, I guess not.?

?So why not let them use your throat??

?It's... it's painful.?

?Well, sure.  But lots of stuff is painful.  Going to the dentist is painful.  Breaking in new shoes can be painful.  Walking barefoot on the beach in summer can be painful.  But we still do all those things, because they're worth the pain, right??

?I guess.?

?Exactly.  But a sore throat was too much to ask for making your boyfriends happy.  I'm not trying to attack you, Tracy, but if you think about it,wasn't that just a little bit selfish??

?I... I guess...?

?You guess.  Okay.  Well, let's talk about your pussy.  They all enjoyed that hole, I'm sure, didn't they??

?They... yes.?

?Did you make them wear rubbers??

?Of course.?

?Another 'of course'.  Couldn't you have gotten birth control??

?I guess, but...?

?You do know that bareback feels way better, don't you??

?But...?

?Let me see if I've got all this straight.?  Will began counting on his fingers.  ?You didn't let anyone use your ass.  You didn't let them use your throat, which means they were only getting half a hole there.  And they had to wrap up before they were allowed near your pussy.  I gotta say, Tracy, I think I'm starting to see why you can't hold on to a boyfriend for long.?

Tracy put her head down.  This wasn't right.  Will's expression was still bright and earnest, but she could feel the laughter. ?I don't like these questions.  I don't think I want to do this anymore.?

?Now look, Tracy, there you go being selfish again.  We got all this set up for you, we're on the clock for you, and now you want to walk away??

?I'm sorry, but I don't think this was a good idea.?

?Well, let me tell you what I think, Tracy, because I'm not here to be your boyfriend or your friend friend, and that means I can be completely honest with you.?  Will's friendly smile vanished.  ?I think  that you are an arrogant, stuck up cunt.  I think you've gone through your adult life looking at sex as some kind of gift you give out to people you like.  And that's not a terrible way of thinking on its own, but your gifts are the sexual equivalent of handing someone cash instead of taking the time to pick out something thoughtful.  You don't want to do any work, or make any effort.  You just lie back, spread your legs, and tell yourself that your partners should be grateful that they get to touch you at all.?

She looked up, tears in her eyes.  ?No, I'm not... you're wrong!?

?Then prove it,? he said dismissively.  ?Or, even better, just get out of here.  We don't need talent that thinks she's too good for us.?

?I...? She should leave.  How dare he talk to her like that?  She wasn't selfish!  Sure, her past relationships were more about what they could do for her than the other way around, but that didn't make her selfish!  ...Did it? 

Donny had said much the same things when he left, called her selfish and stuck up.  The words had stung more than she'd thought they would.  She'd really liked him.  And now, seeing a complete stranger using the same words after having talked to her for just a few minutes...

She swallowed.  ?How... would I prove it??  Her heart lifted a little when she saw the man hesitate.  He hadn't expected her to call his bluff.

?Let me introduce you again to Steve,? said Will after a second, patting his companion on the shoulder.  Tracy looked up at him and shivered.  He looked like he could probably pick a skinny girl like her up with one hand.

?Steve,? Will continued, ?is the man you'll be having sex with today, assuming you don't chicken out.  I've known him for many years, and we're very good friends.  That's why I can say with confidence that he would very much enjoy getting to put his dick in your throat.?  Steve grunted.

?But... I don't...?

?Exactly.?  Will turned to Steve.  ?See?  She knows that you would love it, but she's going to refuse just because there's some pain.   Like I said, just an arrogant, stuck u-?

?I'll do it,? Tracy whispered.  She'd seen plenty of girls do that and worse in porn.  Would it really be so bad?  If nothing else, she wanted to wipe that smug look off both their faces.  ?I'm not a... I'm not what you said.?

?Oh yeah?? Will asked skeptically.  ?Then get on your knees.?

She slowly got up, brushing her skirt off, and knelt on the floor in front of them.

?Now open your mouth, show us your throat.?

Her mouth opened just slightly, and then wider as she saw his disapproval.

?Not your mouth, honey,? he said, as if lecturing a particularly dense child.  ?Your throat.  Look, take your index fingers, those are the ones next to your thumbs, and put them in your mouth, then pull your lips apart, as wide as they'll go.?

Tracy reached up, fingers shaking, then hesitated.  ?That's... is it really necessary??

Will sighed and let out a single barking laugh.  ?I knew she was bluffing.  You can't even show us your throat, and you expect us to believe you're going to let Steve fuck it?  Just get lost already.?  He gestured toward the door.  ?Stop wasting our time.?

Frustrated, but determined to prove him wrong, Tracy reluctantly put her fingers in her mouth, and pulled her lips wide, giving them a good view.

?Alright,? Will said in a grudging tone.  ?Maybe someone's got a little more spirit than I gave her credit for.  Maybe.  Steve, you like what you see??  The big man grunted his approval, already shucking off his pants.  Tracy's eyes went nearly as wide as her mouth when she saw the size of him, and she stiffened in panic.

?Guess she was counting on you having a baby dick like her boyfriends,? Will said.  ?Change your mind already??

Tracy still looked terrified, but she shook her head no.  He was larger than her boyfriends, but she'd seen bigger.  Not in real life, of course, but... ?Cn I tek muh fngrs out now?? she asked, voice muffled.

?If Steve can't see what he's aiming at, how the fuck do you expect him to do his job?? Will snapped.  ?God, why do they always send me the dumbest fucking girls??

Tracy flinched at the insult.  ?'m shorry,? she muttered.

?You're sorry, sir,? Will corrected.  ?Maybe back home you get to play queen of the universe, but Steve and I have both in this business far longer than you have, and I think we deserve to be treated with some respect.  Do you disagree??

She lowered her head, cheeks bright red.  ?'m shorry, shir,? she whispered.

?Head back up!  How do you expect him to get in from that angle?!?

Steve looked down at her, and then shook his head, putting his hands up in an x in front of him.

?What's the matter, man?? Will asked.  Steve made a circle with the fingers of one hand, then smacked his fist against it several times, as if trying unsuccessfully to push through the circle.  ?You think she's too tight for you??  Steve nodded.  ?You'll need some lubricant first??  That earned a thumbs up.

?See that, Tracy?? asked Will, clapping the big man on the back.  ?Now that's generosity!  He could just shove himself in, but he's thinking about your well-being.  Where's your gratitude??

?Thnk yuu, shir,? came the quiet response.  Nobody moved for a minute.

?Well?? Will asked finally, sounding irritated.  ?He asked for lube!?

Tracy glanced around.  ?I... I dnt knuh wherr thet ish, shir...?

Will rubbed his temple.  ?Are you mentally challenged?  That's not a rhetorical question.  Do you literally have a developmental disorder?   Is that why you're the dumbest cunt to ever walk in here??

She felt more tears spring up at the corners of her eyes, and did her best to blink them away.  Why was he acting so nasty?  ?Nuh, shir....?

?Then you should know that if somebody around you needs lube, they're asking for your tongue!  Now get to work!?

?... Yes, shir,? Tracy said at last, and took her fingers out.

?Jesus fucking Christ!? Will shouted.  ?Who the hell told told you to do that?!?

?But...?

?We just went over this!  Like, two fucking seconds ago!  This is a joke, right?  You couldn't really be so goddamn stupid that you can't keep a couple fingers in your mouth and stick out your tongue at the same time!  Right?!?

She flinched again.  ?No...?

?Then what are you waiting for??

?...yesh, shir.?

Tracy felt both of their eyes on her as she nervously poked her tongue out of her wide open mouth, feeling ridiculous.  She put her head near Steve's crotch slowly, half expecting to be yelled at again any moment.  She saw Will focusing the camera on her, capturing that first moment when she made contact, her tongue sliding across the wide shaft.  He tasted horrible, like sweat and leather.  His dick bobbed in response to the stimulation, and she flinched back, then continued.

Several minutes passed as she awkwardly lubricated Steve's dick.  By the time the whole thing glistened with saliva, it stood straight and true, even larger than when she'd started.

?You think that's good enough, Steve?? Will asked.  The big man nodded.

?Alright, Tracy, ease up.  Time to prove whether or not you're just another selfish bimbo.  I want you to stretch those lips open, extra wide, and ask Steve very nicely if he'll fuck your throat.?

She stared at Steve's dick for a long moment.  She could turn back.  The door was right there.  She could just up and walk away.  And prove them and Donny right.  ?Preesh fukk muh throt, shir.?

Steve didn't need to be asked twice.  He put his hands on the back of Tracy's head, lacing his fingers together, and pulled her in close.  The head of his cock brushed past her open lips, and then she gagged as it struck the back of her throat.  She reflexively tried to pull away, but he didn't let her up, pulling even harder.

Tracy squealed as his dick pushed through the entrance to her throat, lodging into her gullet.  Oh God!  Oh gawwwwd!!  It wasn't supposed to hurt this much!  How could it hurt this much?!

Her eyes crossed from the pain, and she panicked as she found herself unable to breathe.  She sucked in air through her nostrils, only the tiniest trickle making it through, just enough not to pass out.  Her hands pushed at Steve's legs, trying futilely to get away from him.  Something wet and hot ran down her thighs.

?Time out, Steve? Will said, and the hulking man obliged, keeping himself right where he was, just the head wedged in her throat.  Will crouched next to Tracy.

?Does that hurt??

She tried to speak, but all she could manage was a meager ?mm hmm? noise.

?Oh, but he's only just getting started, though..?  Will traced a line from her chin down to her necklace with one finger.  ?There's several more inches before he's all the way in, and then comes the actual fucking of your throat to look forward to.  Does all that sound like fun??

Another muffled sound, ?nuh uhh?.

?Would you like him to stop and take his dick out of your mouth??

?Mm hmm!  Mm hmm!?

?So you admit that you're just a selfish cunt who thinks she's better than everyone??

?Mm hmm?  She would agree to anything if it ended this torture.

?Do you think it was very nice of you to lead Steve and me on like that??  Will's voice was stern and disapproving, like a parent admonishing a child.  ?To make him think you were going to do such a nice thing for him, and then take it back at the last second??

?Nuh uhh?

?So if he pulls out instead of fucking your throat, you'll do something to make it up to him??

?Mmm hmm?  She tried to nod to show how eager she was, but her head was held tight in Steve's grip.

?Would you let him have your ass??

That made her pause.  This was absolutely horrible, but having this fucked up monster dick inside her asshole?  ?Nuh uhh?

Will chuckled.  ?Can't blame you there.  How about me?  Would you let me have your ass??

Steve let out an annoyed grunt, but Will ignored him.

?I'm much more reasonably sized than he is, I promise.  So I can fuck your ass??

She didn't want to, God she didn't want to... but she didn't see any other choice.  If she refused, he'd probably just tell his friend to keep going.  ?...Mm hmm?

Will straightened up, patting Steve on the shoulder.  ?Alright, man, ease up.?  Steve reluctantly pulled back, and Tracy immediately collapsed onto all fours, gasping for air.  ?Stand up, Tracy.?

She coughed, rising unsteadily to her feet.

?Now give me your arms.?

She obeyed without really thinking about it.  Steve passed him a long leather band, like a sleeve without the rest of the shirt, and he began slipping it over her arm.  ?What is-? she started to ask, and he shushed her.  She closed her mouth, feeling her face growing hotter.

The sleeve was tight enough that he had to work it further down her arm an inch at a time, but he did it with the casual skill of someone who'd done it a thousand times before.  It took him less than thirty seconds to get it into place, covering almost her entire forearm.  He repeated the process with a second sleeve and her right arm.  Then he took hold of small metal rings that dangled just below each wrist and deftly slipped a tiny padlock onto them to lock them together.

Tracy froze, realizing belatedly that he'd just cuffed her wrists together.  She stared dumbfounded at the bondage gear for half a second, then came to her senses and yanked her hands away from him.  ?Wha.... what are you doing?!? she exclaimed in a panic.

?What am I doing...??  His voice trailed off meaningfully.

Tracy forced herself to calm down.  Cuffs or no cuffs, the door was right over there.  She could run to it faster than either of them could chase, if it came down to that.  ?Wh-what are you doing, sir?? she said more meekly.

?I'm getting you set up.  See that hook on the ceiling?  We're going to suspend you from that.  The safest and most comfy way is by your arms, using these, but if you'd prefer, we could tie your hair around it instead.  I think it's long enough.?

?No?, she said quickly.  ?I... Not my hair.  But, do we really have to use this?  I could... I could just hold onto the hook, right??

Will closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair.  ?What the fuck, lady?  Seriously!  I let you back down with Steve and give him blue balls.  I let you use the arm restraints instead of your hair because you're a newbie, even though believe me, a lot of the people who are watching are really into the hair thing, and you're still finding things to complain about?!  And you still can't remember as simple a fucking word as 'sir'?!?

Tracy shrank away from him.  ?I, I'm sorry.  Sir!  I'm sorry sir.?

Feeling shaken, and somehow incredibly guilty, Tracy offered no further protests as they got her set up.    In a few minutes, they had her suspended from the hook, her feet dangling just a few inches above the ground.  Her arms strained to support her weight, and her toes kept bobbing down, scrabbling for a floor just barely beyond their reach.

Will stroked her legs through her skirt.  ?I forgot to ask you before, but what's with the clothes??

?I, um, I wanted to look professional, sir.?

He let out an unpleasant laugh.   ?Liar.  You wanted to look better than everyone else, didn't you?  Thought you were so high above all of us, and you wanted us to know right away, right??

She blushed.  He was right, wasn't he?  ?...Yes, sir.?

?But you're not going to be that selfish bitch anymore, are you??

?No, sir.?  Tracy was tired and confused.  She wasn't sure if she was still just saying what they wanted to hear, or if she really agreed with them.  She had been a selfish bitch, hadn't she?  That was wrong.  She was such a terrible person, just like they kept saying.

?And now that you're going to be a good girl for us, you won't be needing these anymore, right??

?No, sir.?

Tracy felt cold metal brush against her back as Will started using a pair of scissors to cut away her clothing, piece by piece.  Her heart leapt into her throat.  ?But those are my--!?

She cut herself off even as she started to speak.  Those were her clothes!  Expensive clothes too, that she'd gotten on her trip to Italy last summer.  The entire ensemble had cost more than twice the monthly stipend Dad gave her nowadays.  And she hadn't brought any others with her today.  How was she going to get back home?

?Is there a problem?? Will asked.  His tone of voice made it clear that he would be very unhappy if there was.  She could already hear the kind of things he'd shout at her if she complained.  Greedy cunt.  Self centered pig.  How dare she interrupt their shoot because she was worried about her clothes?  What kind of a horrible, selfish piece of shit would do something like that?

?N-no sir,? she whispered.  ?Please go ahead.?

He grunted derisively, and she mentally flinched, expecting another tirade, but he just continued with the scissors.  It wasn't long before she dangled there with just her bra and underwear on, gold earrings and silver necklace sparkling.   The room had seemed warm enough before, but without her clothes on there was a chill, and she felt goosebumps on her flesh.

Will unclasped her bra, and put his hands on her chest.  He squeezed her lightly, then more firmly.  She shivered from more than just the cold as his fingers teased her nipples.  He pulled her close to him, her bare back rubbing against his shirt.  ?You have very nice tits, Tracy.?

?Um, thank you, sir.?

?You know, I bet these are why you're such an idiot.  Your body starved your brain for nutrients so it could grow these big milk jugs instead.  That sounds about right, don't you think??

?I... I don't know, sir...?

?No, you wouldn't, would you??   He pinched her nipples slightly and pulled up and away, then let go, making her chest bounce.  ?But that's okay, Tracy.  A body like yours, brains would just be a waste.  You were built for fucking, not thinking.  It's why it's such a shame you've been doing a half-assed job of it until now.?

?I'm sorry, sir.?

?No you're not, Tracy.?  He spoke into her ear, his words quiet but forceful.  ?Sorry is what you're going to be if I don't see some real progress out of you today.  Understand??

Tracy tried not to whimper.  Dimly, she knew that he couldn't really do anything to her if she didn't let him.  Even now, if she yelled at him to stop, or just started screaming rape, it would all be over.  But the fear and the shame made it so hard to think clearly.  It was this heavy sensation, deep in the pit of her stomach, that she deserved this.  She had to be a good girl, or bad things would happen.  Bad things would happen and it would be her fault.  ?Y-y-yes, sir,? she said.  ?I'm going to try to be good, I promise.?

?That's a good start, Tracy.?  He continued playing with her chest, squeezing and stretching the soft globes, raking her nipples with his fingernails.  His handling was rough, and more than a little painful, but she held her tongue.  ?You let any of those boyfriends of yours fuck these melons??

?No, sir.?

?Another waste.  Well, we'll see if we can find the time to do something about that too.?  He snipped off the last piece of clothing, her panties, and showed them to her.  They were pink, lacy, and to her shame, soaked in urine.  She dimly remembered wetting herself when Steve plugged her throat..  ?Tracy, do you think it's a stretch to say that you'll be pretty noisy once we get started??

?...No, sir.?

?Do you think it's very polite to be screaming right next to us, while we're just trying to do our jobs??

?No, sir.?

?So you agree that it's only fair that we find a way to protect our ears, right??

?Yes, sir.?

He held up the dirty panties.  ?Then I'm sure you won't mind opening wide.?

?But... but those are my...?

?If you'd prefer, I'm sure I can find a dildo that would muffle your voice well.  Or maybe you'd like to let Steve have your throat after all?  His dick was doing a very good job of keeping you quiet.?

Tracy swallowed, then opened her mouth wide.  Will stuffed the panties inside, then took a roll of duct tape from the toy chest and sealed them in.

She dangled there, feeling lost.  This was supposed to have been fun and easy.  She was going to meet a guy or two, they were going to make her cum, and then she was going to get paid for it.  Why had it all gone so wrong?  Here she was now, tied up, suspended in a position that was already making her arms ache, and about to be fucked up the ass.  She could no longer even voice her objections.  They could do whatever they wanted to her now.

And worst of all was that gnawing feeling in her stomach that she deserved every last bit of it.

The girl hung from the ceiling, naked, gagged, and waiting to be used.  Will still couldn't believe the stroke of good fortune that had landed her in his lap.

He hadn't really expected the psychological abuse to accomplish much.  He'd figured he'd give it a try, maybe get some good reactions on record, then grab her when she tried to storm out.  Steve was a good guy, and Will knew he'd lend a hand.  They'd have some fun with her for a bit, then claim she was just pissed about the bad interview if she tried to press charges.

But this... he must have struck a chord somehow.  And now she was all theirs, practically begging them for the privilege of raping her.

Will stepped behind her, using his thumbs to spread her cheeks open and look at the crinkled hole waiting for him.  ?Looking good, Tracy.  Tell your audience, how does it feel to be giving your anal virginity to a man you met less than an hour ago??

There were no words in the noise she made, just raw shame.  Will smiled and got to work.

Her anus looked tight and pristine; he was confident she hadn't been lying about being a virgin back there.  Will had spent so many shoots dealing with loose, worn out assholes soaked with lube that he barely remembered what to do with a tight and dry one.

He licked his thumb and rubbed it against her anal ring, enjoying the way she squirmed at the unfamiliar contact.  He could open her up nice and easy, lube her up good, stretch her out just a little at a time.  It would certainly be less painful on his own junk that way.

But Will remembered the way Steve had gone all out violating her throat, with no mercy.  Yeah, that was the right way to treat this bitch.  Fuck her up so hard and fast she wouldn't know up from down, get her thanking him just hurting her a little less.

So he spat on his hand, and rubbed it over his dick.  That was all the lube she deserved.  ?I know a good trick for easier penetration, Tracy.  Would you like me to try it??

He saw her nod vigorously, and his smile widened.  ?Here we go.?

Will put one hand on the small of her back to keep her still, then brought the other up to that fancy silver necklace she still had on, and yanked back on it, hard. She made a squawking, gurgling noise as he choked her.  Her legs flailed, trying to kick at him, but she had no real leverage to hurt him, and her feet bounced harmlessly against his legs.  He strangled her for about a minute before finally letting go, letting her collapse panting in her bonds.

And in those few moments before she recovered, when her whole body was still limp and unresisting, he grabbed her waist, and shoved himself in.

Tracy bucked in response, shaking so hard he almost worried she'd fall off the hook.  Will looked down to admire her stretched asshole.  He hadn't made it all the way in, but he'd managed more than a couple inches.  He pulled back a little, watching her ring widen to let his head out, and then sank back in, her flesh slowly closing tight around him.

?Told you it was a good trick!  Anyway, I have to admit this was a very generous act on your part, Tracy.  I think we really are making progress today.  Now Steve, come over here so she can finally pay you back for before.?

She grunted in panic as Steve stepped in close, his fingers poking ats her slit.  ?Something wrong, Tracy??  She grunted again, louder.  ?You don't want him to fuck your pussy while I'm in your ass??  She shook her head wildly.

?Well, what else do you expect him to do?  Just stand here and watch while the two of us have our fun, after you'd already left him high and dry?  You owe him, you admitted it!?

Another grunt, pleading.

?What??  Will switched to mock anger again, trying not to laugh and ruin the act.  ?Don't tell me you thought you'd be even after I fucked your ass!  What the hell is wrong with your head?!  Why would you doing something good for me make up for ditching him?!   I didn't ask if I could buttfuck you for Steve's sake, I did it because I thought maybe you're were going to try not being a stuck up, withholding bitch for once, only doing people favors because it got you something in return.  Was I wrong?  Are you as cunty as ever??

Tracy shook her head.

Will let himself relax.  ?Then there's no problem, is there?  I'm fucking your ass because you want to be a sweet girl who does nice things for other people, and Steve gets your pussy to make up for not getting your throat.  Everything's good, right??

Tracy hesitated, then gave a small nod.  Seriously, what a stupid, stupid bitch.

?Alright Steve, show her what's it like to be ridden bareback.?

Will heard her grunt again as she realized Steve had no condom on, then let out a shriek too loud for even the panty gag to fully muffle as he buried his massive dick in her pussy.

Will stood still for a minute, letting Steve get comfy, then started pounding her back door.  The sandwiched girl twisted and howled as they both enjoyed her holes for all they were worth.

About ten minutes later, she'd finally quieted down, hanging with no reaction as they continued pumping her.  What Will loved about suspension bondage like this was that her inactivity didn't matter.  They just had to raise her waist up and let go, and gravity would do all the work for her, slamming her back down on their cocks in rhythm with their own thrusting hips.  And each time, in that moment of impact, he'd feel her entire body quiver in pain and fear, and it just was about the sweetest sensation he could imagine.

On the other side, Steve was engrossed in the plump bouncing titties in his face.  He played with her left breast in one hand, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, rubbing and flicking at her nipple.  His mouth was focused on her right breast, licking and sucking and slobbering for all he was worth.  Every so often he'd pinch and twist her left nipple between his fingers or bite down on her left, the sudden pain making her holes clench down on the both of them.

She felt so fucking good back there that Will could have spurted his load within the first two minutes, but he forced himself to keep going.  It had been a long, long time since he'd had virgin asshole, and  he wasn't sure he'd ever get the chance again.  He wanted to make this session last.  ?If I take the gag out,? he asked, ?Will you be quiet??  She nodded.

Tracy winced as he ripped the duct tape off, but was otherwise quiet and still as he extracted her panties.  Will slowed down his plowing of her ass, fighting back the approaching orgasm.  ?How does it feel, having a dick in your cunt and asshole at the same time??

Her voice was tired.  ?...It, it hurts... it hurts really bad, sir...?

?That's it?? he snapped.  ?It hurts?  That's all that matters to you?  You don't feel proud that you can make two men feel so good, and at the same time??

?Y... you're right, sir... I feel very proud...?  He almost burst into laughter at her words.  This dumb cunt was so far gone by now, she'd agree to anything and everything.  His dick pulsed at the thought.

?So now that you've seen firsthand how much a man enjoys using your ass,? he ventured, ?You're not going to be withholding with this hole in the future, right?  You'll be happy to let your next boyfriend take you back here, especially if he has a friend who could enjoy your pussy at the same time, yeah??

?Y-yes, sir.?

?That's a good girl.  I know it hurts right now, but that's just an issue of experience.  If you get more practice with anal sex and DPs, it won't hurt nearly as much.  I'll bet you're eager to be an anal expert, aren't you??

?Yes, sir.?

?It's only a shame we don't have a third man here who could enjoy your mouth.  I bet nothing would make you prouder than making love to three people at once, huh??

?Yes, sir.?

Even more than the physical stimulation, it was the humiliation that was about to push Will over the edge.  The catch in her voice when she spoke, the way her body kept twisting in discomfort over the bondage.  He knew he didn't have much longer, and he knew Steve well enough to see the signs that the big man was reaching his limit too.  But he wanted to press just a little further before he finished.

?I need to make sure you understand something, Tracy,? he said.  ?I still don't like you.  Maybe you can make something of yourself in time, but right now I think you're a spoiled, stupid cunt, whose only redeeming features are her pretty face, fat tits, and tight holes.  As far as I'm concerned, you're fucking garbage.  Am I making myself clear??

He heard her sniffle, and the sound almost made him cum right then and there, but he held on.  This was going to be worth it.  ?I... yes, sir...?

?Good.  I want you to think hard about that.  That's who you've given your anal virginity to.  That's the man currently treating your rectum as a punching bag for his prick.  Not a lover, not even a complete stranger who knows nothing about you.  Someone who thinks of you as a walking cum stain is reaming you out, and making it as painful as possible in the process, and do you know what you're going to do about that, slut??

?Wh... what, sir???

?You're going to beg for his cum in your ass, because that's all a worthless whore like you deserves.?

She was quiet for a second, and Will feared he wouldn't make in it time.  But then her voice came out, small and dripping with shame.  ?Please... please cum in me, sir... please cum in my ass...?

That did it.  Will groaned as he began squirting his seed straight up into her bowels.  Her whole body jerked as Steve bit hard on her nipple, and he felt the pulsing sensation of his friend emptying his own load into her.  Tracy squirmed as the hot jizz filled her from both ends.

He remained lodged inside of her until he felt every last drop dribble out of him, and then, pleasantly tired, Will let his softened dick slip out of her anus.  Her hole was far bigger than when he'd started, looking red and raw, and a small stream of semen and blood dripped out.  One less virgin asshole in the world, and damn had he loved breaking it in.   ?Come on, Steve, let's get her down.?

Tracy raised no fuss as they lifted her up and off the hook, and dropped her gently on to the bed.  She curled up into a ball when they released her, face wet with tears.  Her long hair, so elegantly styled when she'd first walked in, was now a sweaty, tousled mess.

?Sir?? she asked, her voice soft and meek.  ?My...my hands?  Will you release them, please, sir??

?Why?? Will asked.  ?I think cuffs look good on you.  Or is there something you needed your hands for right now??

?I... I thought... ? She glanced at his limp dick.  ?I thought we were done, sir.?

?Done??  Will laughed.  ?Get on your knees, Tracy.  Head down.  I want to see that butt up in the air.?

Tracy sniffed, but obeyed.  The double penetration appeared to have done wonders for her prissy attitude.  ?What... what are you going to do now, sir??

?I'm going to do what we agreed we'd do, of course.?

?I... I don't understand what that means, sir.?  Her tone was quiet and scared, expecting a harsh reaction for her ignorance.

He wasn't about to disappoint her.  ?I swear to God,? he snarled, ?I can beat the bitch out of you, but I think the stupid is there for good.  What we did just now was painful, yes??

?Yes, sir.?

?And we agreed that once you had more practice, it would hurt less, yes??

?...Yes, sir but-?

?I didn't ask for an argument.?  Will walked over to the toy chest, dug around for a while, then came back with two dildos.  ?Which one do you want where??

Tracy looked back at him and blanched, with good reason.  Both dildos were even bigger than Steve.  One was long, at least a foot, while the other was thicker than a soda can.  ?I... please don't, sir...?

?You don't want more experience with your holes, Tracy??

?No, sir, please.?

?See, I knew it was all an act!  You're still the same selfish cunt we started with.?

?No, sir, I'm not!  I've learned to be a good girl!  I just... please...?

?Good girls know when to be quiet and trust their betters.?

?I... yes, sir...?  She let her head drop back down, her ass bobbing invitingly in the air.

?This fat one is probably a bit too much for your asshole for now, so I'm going to stick it in your pussy instead.  Isn't that nice of me??

?Yes sir, thank you sir.?

?Now hold yourself open for me.  I'm going to need your help to get this in.?

Tracy reached between her legs, pulling back her labia with her fingers.  Will positioned the dildo, and began to push.  Tracy screamed as it split her open.

?No, no, that's no good at all,? Will said.  He found her panties on the floor and held them in front of her.  ?Do you need to suck on these some more, or will you be quiet while I work??

?...I'll be quiet, sir.?

?We'll see about that.?  He returned to her crotch, and pushed the thick plastic cock in another few inches.  Tracy let her breath out in a long, pained exhalation, but made out no other sound.

Her stomach visibly bulged by the time the dildo was completely inside her, the bunny attachment  nestled against her clit.  Will gave it one last good push, then slapped multiple layers of duct tape over her pussy.  ?Wouldn't want it falling out, would we??

?No, sir,? came the weary reply.

?Time for your asshole.  Move those fingers, I'm going to need your cheeks spread wide open for this.?

Tracy shuddered as he rubbed the head of the dildo against her anus, which still hadn't recovered from its earlier use.  ?Going back to our conversation from earlier,? he said casually, ?your opinion of anal sex has done a one eighty now, hasn't it?  Aside from the pain, I mean.?

?...Yes, sir.?

?Steve, bring the camera closer.  I want to make sure this is all on record.  Tracy, I want you to look directly into the camera and tell all your future fans how much you love anal sex now that you've tried it.?

Will started to slide the dildo in slowly.  Even with her ass loosened, he had to fight for every millimeter.

?I, I love it, I really do.  What he's doing feels so good.?

?Keep it up, Tracy, there's still a ton of this thing to go.  Talk sexy for your audience, show them what an anal slut you've become.  And would it kill you to smile??

Tracy's lips parted in a pained mockery of a smile, her eyes haggard.  ?I... I... love it... I really love it... it's... I love it...?

Will sighed and stopped pushing.  ?Sorry, I forgot for a second that you've got the brain of a chihuahua.  Steve, why don't you write up something for her to say?  We'll edit this bit out in p...?

Steve was holding up a piece of paper behind the camera.  Will squinted at it, then nodded in approval.  ?Fuck me, at least someone here's a goddamn professional.  Okay, Tracy, you just read what he's written for you.  And make it sound good, or I'll have to pull this thing out and start over.?

?Yes sir... I, I love having something -ow- something big and thick up my shitter.  It -ooh- makes me feel sexy when you shove it -ow- in so deep.  Nothing makes me feel appreciated more than -ow ow ow- a hard dick widening my asshole.?

?Halfway there, slut,? Will informed her.

?Oh god... I'm so sorry for being such a -ooh- stupid, selfish cunt all my life who thought she was too good for anal sex.  Maybe if I'd kept my mouth shut and my -ow- my butt stuffed, I would have been able to keep a man, and then I wouldn't have needed to... to -sob- come here today and let strangers fuck my asshole for cash.?

?All done, Tracy.  How does it feel to have a solid foot of dick in there??

?I... I love it,? she whispered.  ?Thank you, sir...?

Soon her asshole was covered in as much tape as her pussy, both dildos snug inside her.  Even the slightest movement made them rub together, eliciting a pained groan from Tracy.

?Now that that's taken care of,? Will told her.  ?We have a problem to deal with.?

?Did... did I do something wrong, sir??  She sounded genuinely concerned, and Will had to bite back a laugh.

?No, quite the opposite.  You were a very good girl, and that's why I have this now.?  He showed her his revived erection, and saw her face go pale as she realized the implications.  ?Your pussy and ass are busy, so that doesn't leave too many options, does it??

She looked up into his eyes, tired but resigned.  ?...No, sir.?

?I imagine after all we've been through in the last hour, a little throat fucking no longer sounds like the worst thing in the world, does it??

?No, sir... um, sir...??

?What is it, Tracy??

?If you don't mind... would you, um... clean yourself off first, sir??  She winced, no doubt anticipating anger for speaking up.

Will inspected himself, and saw what she was talking about.  Her colon hadn't been very clean while he'd been inside of it, and there were multiple brown streaks on his shaft with obvious origins.

?I'll make you a deal, Tracy.  If you suck me off, until I'm completely clean, I'll leave your throat alone, and finish the more traditional way.  Otherwise, I'll go clean myself off in the bathroom, but when I come back, I'm going all the way in.  What's it going to be??

She licked her lips, thinking.  ?I'll... I'll clean you.?

?Alright.  Lie on your back, head off the bed.?

Tracy obeyed, and Will presented his soiled dick to her upturned face.  After only a small hesitation, she began swabbing it clean, running her tongue along the entire shaft and head.

?Make sure you get my balls, too,? he said, moving them into position.  ?Pretty sure some flakes of shit and cum drifted down there too.?

She shuddered, but sucked and licked his balls without complaint, then returned to his dick.  Soon there was no trace left of the anal invasion.

?Did you enjoy the taste, Tracy??

She shuddered again, but she was learning.  ?Yes, sir.?

?Good girl.?  She shifted her head, trying to get him into her mouth so she could begin sucking in earnest, but he pulled away.  ?I like the initiative, Tracy, but that's not quite the way I want.?

He joined her on the bed, straddling her chest.  There were still marks around her left breast where Steve's groping had been a little too enthusiastic, and her right nipple was an angry shade of red.  ?Remember when you told me you hadn't even titty fucked anyone yet?  I didn't forget.  Wrap those melons around me, get as much friction as possible.?

She obeyed, awkwardly shifting her bound arms so that she could press her tits against him.  He pumped back and forth slowly, enjoying the tunnel she was making for him.

?When the head gets close enough, you lick it.  Sometimes I'll stop in place, and that's your cue to suck on me instead.  The trick to a good titfuck is to make sure that any given moment, you're massaging as much of my shaft as possible with your titties, while worshipping my head with your mouth.  It's one of the best positions possible for a girl who's eager to please.?

Will felt her soft tongue lap his dick head once, twice, three times as he pumped her, her pillowy breasts sliding against his shaft.  The silver necklace she still wore sparked in the light as she moved.  He pushed forward again and held himself there, and a moment later her hot mouth closed around the head, sucking on it fiercely, tits still scrubbing everywhere else.

It wasn't long before he felt his balls tingling, aching to cum.  ?What do we say, Tracy?? he panted, trying to hold back.

?Preesh cum in muh mouf, shir? she murmured, her lips tight around him.  He started to unload, feeling some of his sperm splash the insides of her mouth while the rest went down her throat.

Without any prompting, she sucked the last few drops out his urethra, and swallowed it down with all the rest.  Will smiled down at her.  ?You've come a long way, Tracy.?

She returned his smile with a nervous one.  ?Can... can I go now, sir??

?Soon, Tracy.  But first, there's someone you've been neglecting, isn't there??

Tracy let her head fall back down to look at the camera behind her.  Steve was pointing it at her upper body with one hand, and using the other to idly play with himself, stroking up and down his shaft.

?I... I can suck him off too, sir,? she said.  ?It would be a good opportunity to get more experience using my chest... I mean titfucking, sir.?

?How does that sound, Steve?? Will asked.  ?You feel like titfucking her??

Steve shook his head.

Will shrugged.  ?If that's not what he wants, and your other holes are occupied, I guess that means your throat.?

Tracy looked like she was about to pass out.  ?But... please sir... not again...?

?I don't think she likes you much, Steve? Will told him.  ?She doesn't want to play.?

Steve grunted.

?You know what this?? Will asked.  ?It's goddamn discrimination.  Whats the point of being born with a big dick if everyone's too scared of it??

Steve grunted again.  ?See?  Now you've hurt his feelings,? Will said.  ?The poor guy's been mistreated by women all his life because of the body he was born with.  I guess you're just another girl who can't see past his dick.?

He turned to his friend.  ?I've had enough of this.  You know what, let's just forget about this insensitive bitch.  Come on, man, I'll buy you a drink.?

Steve nodded, and began putting his pants back on.

?Sirs?? Tracy asked.  ?Will you... will you please take these off my arms now??

?And why the hell should we do anything for you?? Will asked.

?But I... I did everything else you asked... and those d... things are still in me...?

?Yeah, so what?  I'm gonna take a page from your playbook: not my problem, doesn't concern me.  The janitorial staff should get to this room in... seven, eight hours.  Looking like that, I figure there's a fifty fifty chance they'll rape you before they let you go, but again, not my problem.?

Both men got dressed, and turned to leave.

?Please...? Tracy said faintly.  ?Please... I'll do it...?

Will didn't stop.  ?I know I taught you better than that.?

There was a moment of silence, then she spoke again, words muffled by her fingers.  ?Preesh fukk muh throt, shir.?

The two men turned back.  She was still on her back, head hanging over the bed.  Lips stretched wide by index fingers, she tried again.  ?Preesh, shir, I want yer cum in muh throt.?

Will gave his friend a wink.  Steve stripped down eagerly, and all but jumped on her.  Either her throat was still damaged from before, or he was just trying harder, but Will saw her throat bulge as his dick slid in on the very first thrust.

Tracy choked and sputtered as he pumped in and out of her throat, hands gripping her tits for leverage.  Will sat back in the couch and watched, enjoying the show.  Her purse was still sitting there, and he idly flipped through her belongings, pocketing the cash he found.  He pulled out her driver's license and whistled.  So that was her real name.

Steve didn't bother slowing down or stopping when he came.  The only reason Will even knew it happened was the way her body started to flop, and the cum that burst from her nose a moment later.  It was only a small amount, the rest shot straight into her stomach.

Even soft, Steve was still big enough to plug her throat, and despite shooting his load, he showed no interest in stopping.  There was a quiet whimper from Tracy as she realized that he wasn't finished with her.

The sound made Will grin.  He double checked that the cameras were in good position, then settled back on the couch and pulled out his phone.  When Steve got into the right groove, the man was like a machine.  This could take a while.

Tracy's body felt impossibly heavy.

Her limbs could barely move, and the two dildos inside her were like lead weights pinning her to the bed.  Even just licking Steve's prick like she was doing now took all her effort.

She'd lost all track of time while he'd fucked her.  Tracy was pretty sure she'd passed out from oxygen deprivation at least once or twice, but she couldn't even remember for certain.  The entire ordeal was a jumbled haze of pain and suffocation.

A coughing fit overtook her, and she saw cum flecked spit spatter onto Steve's dick.  She hastened to lick it off, desperate to finish.  She had no idea how many times he had used her throat, and didn't care to.  All that mattered was that he'd finally stopped.  Once she finished cleaning him off, maybe it would be over.

?Now that was a sight to see,? said Will, clapping Steve on the back.  He was toting one of the cameras in his other hand.  ?Think you'll be able to cum again today?? The giant shook his head.  ?No surprise there.  Looked like she did a good job of sucking every last drop out.?  Steve grinned.  ?Alright, Tracy, we'll give you a minute to catch your breath, and then there's just one tiny little thing left on the agenda.?

He told her what she was going to do, and she nodded as best she could manage, anxious to show him how cooperative she could be.

Will pointed the camera at her.  ?Tracy, how did you like our roleplaying session today??

?It... it was wonderful, sir,? she answered promptly, just as she was supposed to.  ?Even better than I'd imagined.?

?I know we played a little rough sometimes, but it was all in good fun, right??

?Oh, absolutely!?  She smiled, praying that it looked sincere enough for him.  ?You two were perfect!  I-I can't even remember how many times I came!?

?Good, good.  You didn't mind playing the part of a vapid cunt??

?Nope!  I loved pretending to be such a stupid bitch!?

?That's great to hear.  We're just about out of time today, Tracy, so we're going to have to end it here.  Do you think you'd be willing to come back sometime soon??

She beamed even wider at him.  ?Of course!  Anytime you want me!?

?Excellent!  Now, you had a final message for your audience, right?  Something that you needed me and Steve's help for?  Why don't you go ahead and tell them now??

Tracy shifted her gaze to look directly in the camera.  ?This is what happens to stuck up sluts who don't know their place!?

Steve's stream of urine hit her first, splashing against her left cheek and then moving to fill up her mouth.  Will's struck her nose a moment later, and began swinging up and down to cover her head, hair, and chest.  Tracy blinked furiously as some of it got in her eyes, but maintained the wide grin even as Steve's piss overflowed from her mouth and ran down her face.

It took almost a full minute for the two men to empty their bladders on her.  Just a few hours ago, the very notion of something like this would have made her furious, but there was no anger in her now as she waited for them to finish.  She deserved this.  She was someone who deserved to be pissed on.  She understood that now.

By the time they were done, her entire upper body was soaked.  Both men came forward to squeeze the last few drops out onto her waiting tongue, then stepped back.  Tracy watched the camera pan across her body, then focus once more on her face.  She redoubled her efforts to smile.

Finally, Will put the camera down and gave her a thumbs up.  ?Alright, Tracy, I think that's a wrap.  Good work, we got some great footage today.?

Tracy let herself go slack, feeling droplets of urine roll down her naked flesh, and watched numbly as the men turned off the cameras and dressed themselves.  ?So... I can... really go now...??

?Yeah, of course,? said Will absently, zipping up his pants.  ?Hey, should we cc you on the press release??

?The... the what...?? she asked, confused.

?The press release.  You know, the video we're going to send out to the radio and TV stations.  I figure you'd probably like a copy of it for your own records.  I'll warn you, it's always weird to see yourself on screen.?

?Why...?  Why would you send something out like that??

Will laughed.  ?Because it's not every day we get a congressman's daughter on tape, Melissa.?

She froze.  ?I'm... I'm not...?

?Don't bother.  I thought you looked familiar when you first walked in.  And once I saw your real name, it clicked.  And here's the proof.?  He held up his phone, showing her the press conference photo he'd found which included her on the sideline.  ?Hair's different, and you're not nearly as pretty when you're not naked and covered in piss and cum, but I'd recognize that necklace of yours anywhere.?

Biting, crawling fear began to eat her up from the inside.  They weren't supposed to know!  She'd used a fake name, a fake address, even dyed her hair!  They couldn't know!

Will turned to Steve.  ?This is going to be a major catch.  Remember that senator's girl, the one in New York?  That shit was everywhere for a while.  We're gonna be famous over this.?  The big man said nothing, but his eyes lit up.

?And it's all thanks to our leading lady.?  Will smiled at Melissa, who was still staring at them in stunned horror.  ?You'll get to be pretty famous when this comes out too.  I don't think you'll have to worry about finding a new boyfriend anytime soon.  Once guys around here learn how eager and obedient a slut you are, they'll be lined up out the door!  Shit, after everything you've said on camera, I'd put down good money that your life's gonna be a nonstop gangbang from now on.?

?No,? she whispered.  ?No, you can't... please...?  she crawled forward, falling off the bed.  Too weak to stand, she continued to crawl across the floor.  ?Please, sirs... don't do that to me...?

?You want us to give up our chance at fame and fortune?? Will asked.

?Please... please... I'll do anything, sirs...?

Will crouched down in front of Melissa, putting a hand under her chin to lift her eyes to meet his.  ?If you really mean that, I've got one deal to offer you.  Even without your real name on it, you're cute and innocent and we really got to fuck you up, which means the video will sell pretty well.  Now, if we had an entire series of videos with you, all of those together might just add up to some decent money.?

She felt the color drain from her face.  ?How... how many videos??

Will shrugged.  ?Dunno.  How important is your life to you??

She gulped, and then nodded.  ?I-I'll come back here next week.?

?Oh no no,? said Will.  ?That's not gonna do at all.?

?I... I could come back tomorrow then...?

?Nope.?

She looked at him desperately.  ?Why not??

?Because if I do, what's to stop you from running to Daddy, crying about the bad men who took nasty pictures of you?  He could pull some strings and get this entire operation shut down before we finish editing the first scene.  And then that would leave us no choice but to send the entire video, complete with your name and address on it, everywhere we can.  End of the day, we don't get any money, your father's reputation gets smeared, and you get stalkers eager to help you out with those new anal sex cravings.  Everybody loses.?

?I... I wouldn't do that, sir... I promise...?

?And if promises were hymens,? Steve rumbled, ?there would be no virgins in the world.?

The two both turned to look at him.

?...Because they get broken all the time,? he added.

?Anyway,? Will said.  ?You've gotta stay here until we're all done.?  He took out a set of handcuffs and used them to bound her ankles together, then used another set to connect her ankles to her wrists, hogtying her.

?You can't do this to me...?, Melissa insisted weakly, too exhausted to put up a fight.

Steve picked her up easily up and carried her over to the toy chest.  ?Actually, we can,? he said.  ?The word you're looking for is 'shouldn't'.  We shouldn't do this to you.?  He dumped her onto the pile of bondage gear and sex toys.  ?But William is right.  Times are tough, and you might be just the shot in the arm our enterprise needs.  Unless you would rather go with plan A and become a celebrity??

Melissa shifted around in the chest, unable to find a position where she wasn't laying on something bumpy, cold, or sharp.  ?No... but please... don't leave me in here all night... please, sirs...?

?Maybe once we've built up some trust,? Will said, ?I'll let you come home with me, but for now, you've got to stay here.  Don't worry, I know how to make the time fly by.?  He fished around beside her for two small egg vibrators, and taped each to one of her nipples.

Melissa shivered as he turned them on, her skin flushed.  This was the first not terrible thing to happen to her today.  ?Th-thank you, sir,? she breathed.

?That's just the warmup.  Here comes the best part.?  He pulled a remote out of his pocket and flicked its switch.  Both dildos inside her began to vibrate, the bunny attachment on the one in her pussy directly stimulating her clit.

Melissa gasped as the first orgasm hit almost immediately.  The second followed right after, and then a third, leaving her a moaning, twitching mess.  Will picked up her panties.  ?We'd better make sure you're quiet, or else those janitors might hear you.?  He taped the panties back into her quivering mouth., then tucked the remote into her hand.  She barely noticed any of it, awash in pure ecstasy.  ?Enjoy the ride, babe.  Everything's loaded with fresh batteries, so the party will last all night.?

She floated in an endless sea of bliss, the waves crashing down over and over.  This was wonderful.  It was amazing.  She'd had orgasms before, but never like this, so strong and so many.   This... this almost made everything that had happened worth it.

Melissa heard the two men still talking above her, the voices seeming tinny and far off even though they were right near by.  ?Are you certain that was a good idea?? Steve was saying.  ?Leaving her like that??

?Yeah, why not?  Nothing wrong with letting her have a little fun on her own, right??

Nothing wrong indeed!  Melissa felt as if she was about to melt into a puddle of pure, perfect sensation.

?Well, actually,? Steve said, ?I read somewhere that too much stimulation like that is dangerous.  If it goes on too long, it can ruin the sensitivity, make someone completely unable to enjoy sex afterward.?

A chill shot through her spine, and she forced herself to focus.  Not that, anything but that!  Even a public scandal would be better.

?What's with you, man?? Will was saying.  ?All day, every day, you give me the silent treatment, then as soon as we're done you're like a damn chatterbox.?

Maddening physical sensations battered at her mind, telling her to just relax and enjoy it, but she fought to think straight, squealing through the gag to try and get their attention.

?Nonverbal communication is an integral part of the character I've constructed for our films.  It's called dedication to the craft.?

?It's called being a fucking weirdo.  Anyway, she's a grown woman.  She wants to quit, the remote's right there.  If she'd rather wear her cunt out for a few great hours, that's her business.  Now come on, I need a smoke.?

Will closed the top of the chest, leaving Melissa surrounded by darkness and pleasure.  She tried to use the remote, but the switch was stiff and her fingers were numb and she couldn't see.  Another orgasm hit her and left her limp, and she felt the device slip out of her hands.

She scrabbled at it, but her clumsy fumbling only pushed it deeper down into the pile.  Her mind was so fuzzy.  She couldn't even remember why she needed the remote, just that she did.  It was important somehow.  Without it, she'd... she'd...

God, this felt so good.  She rolled onto her side, all fears and worries fading.  Just a few more minutes.  Maybe then she'd remember what she was supposed to be doing.

Melissa came again.  And again.  And again.  And again.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed this story.  If you’re interested in more, a complete collection of my works can be found at my new blog, darinost.org, updated weekly!