A Set of Holes

"Off!"

Holy fuck! What just happened?

One of the last things I remember was my mob boss's biggest goon choke holding me from behind, squeezing my neck until I lost consciousness.

The next thing I briefly remembered was being completely paralyzed, lying flat, staring up at a white, blinding light, as I was hearing the word "off." Then I heard a faceless voice say, "Delta Sierra Lima on" and just fell instantly back to sleep, then again hearing "off" and being awake and conscious again for another split second, then hearing "Delta Sierra Lima on," and I lost consciousness again, until right this very moment.

I looked down and started hyperventilating as soon as I saw what I was wearing: a leather collar with a chain on it, a very thin strip of cloth around my torso covering my nipples and pecs as a sort of crop top, leaving my entire flat stomach bare. I was very proud of my body, but I would never show it off to any man, let alone my mobster boss sitting in front of me on the desk or his two goons behind me, all of whom I thought I had just sat in front of.

I was so scared as I stared down across my hip at a red and black plaid skirt, underneath which were my shaved legs in fishnet stockings, and on my feet, 6" neon red stilettos.

"What the fuck is going on?" I yell in complete fear. I thought after being choke-holed I was going to wake up on a boat with cinderblocks around my feet, not blink an eye, and then be a completely different person.

And I knew. Deep down, I wasn't Chris anymore. I felt up to my head, and is that?! No, it can't be. Pigtails?

Of my own fucking hair?! When I sat in front of this man I had a buzzcut!

"How the fuck?!" I couldn't stop spinning as I stared at my manicured long nails, which were completely neon red.

I was so freaked out and just staring at my slutty appearance that I didn't see my boss lifting his arm as he slapped me as hard as he could.

It took everything in my power not to get up and punch him right on his double chin.

He just spoke as normal as ever. Not seeming to be mad, "You better mind your manners, bitch. You used to show me some respect and always called me 'Sir' before. That sure as shit isn't going to be stopping now, Chris. I get that this is confusing, but never forget to do as you're told, and don't speak out of turn. Not because one of my bodyguards can easily put a bullet through your head, but because if not, I can easily turn you off."

"What? Turn me off, Sir?" I asked, confused by what he meant.

He continued with a smug look on his fat face.

"Oh yes, you dumb, brainless whore, you got caught trying to steal from me. You didn't think I would find out? You think that Ivy League accounting education and good fuckboy looks were going to keep me from noticing you skimming off the top as you laundered my money?"

A chill went down my spine, and a thought of 'holy fuck, why wasn't I fucking dead?' Ran through my mind.

"Yeah, I could've easily killed you; however, why not sell you, as a test subject, for some cutting-edge tech. A wonderful little brain chip that goes somewhere in your nogging and rewires you to do whatever I want. Not only that, but that chip is kind of a circuit board in your brain's consciousness, which means that this version of you, Chris, the original, the lying piece of shit scumbag thief, can be turned off and on."

He stopped talking, letting what he just said sink in.

I stared at him, not wanting to believe what I was hearing. He could easily put me in a mental coma? But then he continued talking, dropping the biggest bombshell of all.

"Not only that, but afterwards I can turn on a completely different version of you altogether, which you have no idea exists or what happens when she's turned on. To you, Chris, only a few seconds have passed, but the truth is, after coming back from being shipped off for the experimental brain chip implant, all of the men in my organization, and some I've pimped you out to, have gotten to know the programmed you, or as she's more commonly known as, Crystal."

"Who Sir?" I asked on the verge of tears. I hadn't cried since my parents funeral a decade ago. But now, looking at myself, I clearly knew the answer to my very dumb question.

The boss just chuckled and said, "why you ofcourse, you dumb cum dump. The real you--well, at least when it comes to me and my men; see, we like Crystal. She's the programmed side of you. You know what she was programmed to be?" He asked with a sinister grin on his face.

I knew I didn't want to know, but he still answered his own question.

"A set of holes"

"What?" I asked, expecting more than just: a set of holes

I then heard his goons, the Dmitry twins behind me whispering to each other back and forth in Russian.

I saw the boss look at his bodyguards, then back at me. Then he just stood up and grabbed me by the collar, standing me up on my heels, brought my ear right to his mouth, and whispered with his hot, disgusting cigar breath. "Don't disappoint me, Chris, that's not who you are anymore, you're Crystal. Nothing but a set of holes, remember that."

Then he threw me across the floor with force by the collar on my neck, and I landed on my side with a thud.

"Ok bitch, why don't you go and get your favorite thing in the world, cock." He said this as he pointed to the twins.

I felt frozen in place. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to be seen dressed like such a pathetic whore, let alone act like one, but I knew I had no choice. I stood up and instantly had to gather myself before walking, due to the 6" heels on my feet.

I started walking and was wobbly making the boss laugh out loud.

I continued my very wobbly walk over to the twins, but before reaching them, I fell down.

They all started laughing at me. As I tried to stand up again, the boss chimed in, "Naw fuck puppet. Don't get up; you look better down on the floor. Crawl!"

I began crawling, and when I got to their feet, I just looked down. My face was burning with both shame and anger. I was still struggling to believe my life as a hot-shot wealthy hetero fuckboy was completely over. I will never have that life anymore. I think I would've rather been killed than this. This existence was a living hell.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Luka said, "Hey freak, look up here," as his huge hands slapped my face.

When I looked up, he spit directly on my face. I couldn't help but look up at him with daggers in my eyes at being so goddamn disrespected.

"Comen on jizz rag, get to it," he said, looking down at his thick, hardened cock outline in his pants. It looked massive.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it. There was no way I was going to do this. I wasn't going to willingly suck a cock, or get fucked; I wasn't going to allow myself, the real me, Chris, to be demeaned and degraded as only a sissy freak set of holes. I didn't care that I was dressed as the biggest whore cheerleader from porn. I stood up and turned to face my boss and spit at his feet, "Fuck you asshole, fucking kill me; I will never be set of holes for you."

I expected his goons to start beating the shit out of me, which I was ready for, but not what happened next.

The boss's smile seemed to get bigger, then he burst out laughing.

After his laughter died down a bit, he just said, "Oh, you dumb, stupid, pathetic thieving faggot. You just don't get it, do you? I must admit, I didn't know how you were going to really react when I brought you back online to explain your situation to you for the first time. I just thought dressing like a complete whore would've been enough of a hint of what's expected of you, Chris, but I think this first demonstration isn't sufficient enough."

He seemed almost giddy with excitement. He started to rub his hands together as he kept talking.

"I was trying to ease you into being a set of holes as yourself, but I guess it was delusional of me to think a young straight man would willingly be a set of holes cock fiend; of course you'd rather choose death; however, there are fates worse than death, aren't there?"

He let that sentence hang for 5 seconds before he said, "Delta, Sierra, Lima, on," and once again, everything just faded to black.

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"Off"

Oh no, oh no, oh no, I thought as I woke up again from blackness to a completely different reality as last time, and panic once again set in as last time. I once again had to completely start deducing the situation I was in, but what made that so difficult was that I couldn't move at all.

I was on my back; a tight metal contraption around my head kept me from moving my head side to side or up and down. My mouth was also fully stuffed with what felt like a huge ball, which I couldn't spit out as it was connected to something around my mouth, keeping it in place. I realized I was completely strapped down to a table on my back with my knees on my chest, my calves tied to my thighs, and those somehow tied to my chest. I felt I couldn't move my body in any way; I couldn't kick up, and my whole torso was also strapped to the table, so I couldn't move myself up. My arms were at my sides, but they felt like they were laying on some boards, also tied down. I tried to move my hands, but quickly realized that even every finger of my hands was strapped down.

I realized I was completely fucked, not only in the metaphorical way but literally, as I heard a mechanical sound and started to feel my asshole start to open up slowly. Holy Fuck! Whatever was being stuffed into my ass was big. Oh, that hurts, oh fuck!

I instinctively tried to clench my hole but quickly realized that was a mistake; clenching only made my hole tighter, and I couldn't be tight right now, I had to let my asshole be as loose as possible to swallow whatever gigantic thing was being rammed into me.

Then came a point where I couldn't take the pain anymore. My hole felt like it was about to rip and I let out a stomach-curdling scream, which was muffled by the gag. But then the pain went away. I felt my hole close back up, and I felt like I had swallowed something into my hole. I could feel it in there, taking up a lot of room in my rectum.

This was a completely new sensation for me. Before all this, the only things to ever go inside my asshole was a rectal thermometer when I was a kid, and the tip of a nasty bitch's tongue once or twice in college. Now I was on my back, not to let a skanky college whore rim my hole, but to be used as a whore myself.

Oh no! I heard the mechanical sound, and once again my hole started to stretch around my ass invader, only this time it was being pulled out instead of shoved in.

Oh god, that horrible pain in my hole was there again, as my hole was at its widest point. It was moving out at a glacial pace, making me feel every millimeter of my hole stretching. Then, as I was about to let out another scream, I felt my hole close back up a little as the sex toy popped out of my sphincter.

It hadn't closed up as much as last time when it went completely in, but I could still feel my hole being stretched very wide around the toy, which seemed to have stopped just as the widest part moved out. It was uncomfortable, but I was glad it wasn't as excruciatingly painful as when the toy popped in and out of my sphincter.

I couldn't help but sob as soon as I heard the mechanical sound again as the toy was pushed right back in. Then I felt it pop in and I groaned, but I barely got a chance to relax as the machine started to pull the toy out again, and once again I felt my hole being stretched beyond what I thought possible as it popped out. Then, like last time, I barely got to enjoy the feeling of an empty hole as the toy was pushed right back into my hole.

This time, I noticed the pain of it going in and out was not that excruciating. There was still a pain when my hole was at its widest part but now it was manageable. I knew this firsthand from fucking many women in the ass. At first they scream bloody murder, but after a while, their holes got used to it. And although I had a feeling whatever was abusing my hole was bigger than any human cock could be, I realized this is what was happening to my poor defenseless asshole. It was acclimating to being fucked by a huge, wide toy.

I don't know how many times that toy went in and out of my hole; I lost count. It just kept going in, and out. All I could do was groan every time I felt my hole close around the base when it went in and groan when it popped out.

I suddenly heard footsteps approaching me, and then a figure was standing right next to my face; it was my cruel mob boss. All I could do was move my eyes to my right, and in my periphery, I saw he was almost completely naked. All he was wearing was a pair of boxer shorts, with his fat hairy belly protruding out. I couldn't help but notice a massive tent in his boxer shorts as he spoke.

"See faggot, I was trying to be nice before, but you left me no choice but to introduce you to your new life in this way."

He then picked up what looked like a remote control with buttons and a knob, and as he moved the knob, I felt the toy in my hole go in and out much faster.

My hole barely got a chance to rest in between thrusts. My asshole felt constantly open as the toy went in and out at a blindingly fast speed. I couldn't help but scream at the intense sensation of my hole opening and closing at what felt to me every millisecond.

All I could do was stare at him to have pity on me and my poor, abused hole.

He then asked as he waved the remote in front of my eyes, "Do you want me to slow it down?"

I wanted to nod so badly, but with my head trapped, all I could do was open my eyes wide and blink. Anything to let him know, I did. I wanted this abuse on my poor battered asshole to slow down.

He did slow it down a bit, but not by much; it was still going in and out just a second between each thrust.

He put the remote down and then started to turn some screws around my head, and I could feel the metal contraption around my head loosen. After it was completely removed, I was finally able to move my head around. My mouth was still gagged.

He began to reach behind my head and removed the ball gag, but when I went to close my mouth, I realized I couldn't. I hadn't noticed that it wasn't only the huge ball gag keeping my mouth open, but there was a metal contraption in my mouth keeping my mouth wide open in an obscenely huge O formation.

I didn't care that I couldn't close my mouth all the way; I instantly started to beg him to slow the fuck machine down, even if I couldn't make the words sound right with my mouth wide open. "Ease, ease oh it down. Ease ir."

He then put his pointer finger on top of my wide opened lips as he said, "Shhhh, fuck meat, just take it. This is what you were made for. I've told you before, you're only a set of holes."

As he said that last part, he took his pointer finger off my lips, then joined with his middle finger to shove it down my throat. Causing me to gag and choke.

I started to move my head side to side, trying to escape his fat fingers that were gagging me.

He let out a sigh and started to remove the metal contraption around my head. He picked up the fuck machine remote control, freezing me in fear as his fingers went for the dial.

I did not want this monster toy in my asshole to go as fast as it was before, so I just started pleading.

"Please no! No, don't. I can't take it any faster, I'll be good, I swear."

I was on the verge of tears, feeling so overwhelmed, but I knew very well what I needed and truly wanted to say. "I'm so sorry for last time. I'm sorry for stealing. I'll do whatever you want, but please! Please slow it down. My hole can't take it anymore, sir."

He then just stared at me without moving the dial speed and said, "First of all, that's not your hole, that's your cunt, and if you're a good set of holes, I can give that cunt a break. Would you like that faggot?"

I'd like to say there was any fight left in me, but being in this position really brought everything to crystal clear clarity. I couldn't do anything to get any relief but beg for it. Knowing what I had to do in order to get a slight bit of relief at this moment, I broke down crying.

The boss mockingly asked, "Oh, does the toy hurt that much slut?" As he wiped my tears from my cheeks, "or is it that you're finally realizing there's no escape from what you are, fuck puppet?"

Without thinking, I nodded because he had hit the nail on the head. I knew what I'd be for the rest of my days now, and I had to accept it. I had to show this disgusting fat man I was willing to play the part, in the mere hope he'd go easy on my body.

I just wept and begged exactly like I knew he wanted: "Please Sir, please give my poor sore cunt a break. Please, I'll be a good set of holes, I'll do anything to want, just please show my pathetic fag whore cunt mercy."

He laughed as he then unceremoniously shoved four fingers down my throat. I looked up at him with shock as I started coughing and gagging. After a few seconds of having almost his entire hand down my throat, I started to panic. I needed to breathe properly, so I started shaking my head, trying to dislodge his fingers from my throat. He then took his hand out, violently rubbed my entire face with his saliva and throat-slimed hand, and gave my face a hard slap. But that wasn't enough, as he then backhanded me just as hard with the back of his hand.

I was taken aback by the double slap, but he then grabbed my face and turned it to look at him directly into his angered eyes.

In real life--well, I should say former life--I could beat this fat piece of shit to a pulp. I wouldn't be scared at all, but being tied up like this, utterly helpless, with my sore ass--or, as it is referred to now, my cunt--being filled up, my throat sore, and red teary eyes, I was petrified of this man. Especially when he was speaking, looking directly into my eyes.

"You brainless fucking bitch fag. I thought you'd know better than to fight back. Those days are over, you don't fight anymore, all you are is," he then spit on my face as a degrading emphasis, "a fucking set of holes. There's no fighting that, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I meekly said in a low voice.

He then stood up as he let go of my face and grabbed the remote control as he asked, "So you agree dumb fuck? What are you?"

"I'm just a set of holes, sir." I sobbed

"That's right, you whore, and do holes fight back?"

I shook my head. "No, sir"

"That's right faggot, fuck holes are grateful for anything that man decided to do with them. They..."

He then shoved two fingers down my throat and took them out, then rammed them back in when he said, "Don't," as he took the fingers out. "Fight," and now three fingers were rammed down my throat, causing me to spit up a nice chunk of throat slime.

When he took his fingers out, he once again spit on my face. He used his entire hand to rub all that throat slime and saliva around my face.

He then shoved four sticky, messy fingers down my throat as he kept up his lecture.

"Back! Do you understand me, shit for brains?" He asked as he wiggled his fingers in my throat, causing me to retch, but once again, nothing came up but more throat slime, and now mucus was coming out of my nose.

I just nodded. I knew better now than to move a single inch, even as my lungs burned from lack of oxygen.

He then just took the hand out as I started coughing, trying to catch my breath from the asphyxiation his hand had given me.

Then I saw him reaching for the control, and I broke down begging, "Please, sir. Please! I'll be a good fuck puppet. I'm sorry, I freaked out when you gagged me. It won't happen, please let me show you. I'll behave, I'll be a good set of holes."