Hollywood Holes Pt 02

TW: coercion, gaslighting, body shaming, electricity, abuse of power, impact play

I sat in the waiting room for three hours while every other girl (who all looked just like me) strutted into the audition room. Even though I arrived early, I was the last to be called. When the final other girl exited, looking pleased with her chances, I checked my makeup in my phone. I smoothed out some creases with powder and reapplied my lipstick.

Was I as pretty as other girls? I didn't think so. They were all gorgeous and stick thin. My tits are huge, which makes my whole body look bigger unless I wear a tight, form fitting top. Which I did, of course. But I still wasn't model thin by any standards. In the real world I might be an 8 or even 9, but in Hollywood that made me a 5.

The assistant called my name.

I fluffed my hair and adjusted my clothes. Sporty look. They wanted althleasure. I wore my baby blue yoga pants and matching sports bra, with a cropped windbreaker overtop to be professional. I didn't want to show too much skin, but I needed the tight material to hug my hips to show off my waist so I didn't look like one big fat lump.

Four men sat in the audition room. A camera sat on a tripod between two of them and another was positioned a bit to the side to get another angle.

"Hi, nice to meet you. Very excited to read for you," I smiled. I needed to seem bubbly and energetic, the kind of sporty girl that's in comercials.

"Sure," one man said.

I could tell that the young guy- in his twenties, handsome but plain- was the assistant. One of the others had to be the casting director. And the other two were execs or maybe even the comercial's director.

"Sit," the same man said. He was the casting director, then. He was probably fifty, dark hair peppered with grey. But he had Hollywood teeth just like all of them.

The two execs were less easy on the eyes. One was beer-bellied and pale. The other was bald. Both were at least as old as my dad.

I sat in the chair in the middle of the room. The camera blinked, recording me.

"Slate," the casting director said.

"Hi, my name is Maddie. I'm 5'9" and 140lbs. I'm based in Los Angeles."

"140? You look heavier than that."

My stomach sank.

"Oh," I said, "Well, I haven't um, checked in a week or so."

"This is a fitness commercial. Did you not think it would matter?"

"No, that's not it- I'm sorry, you're right, I should have double checked this morning."

"Do you know how many girls lie about their weight?" the fat exec said, "You can't trust actresses. You're all so vain."

"Um-"

"Good thing we've been checking every girl's weight."

The assistant motioned to a scale that I hadn't seen on the floor.

"Get on," he said.

Seriously? My heartrate raced. But I'd been exercising. I was 140lbs, right?

I walked to the scale.

"Wait-" the assistant said. "Your shoes will make you seem heavier. Take them off and anything out of your pockets."

"Oh. Thank you," I said, glad he was looking out for me.

I slipped off my shoes and dumped my phone and keys into them.

"Those are pretty feet," the casting director said.

"Um, thank you." Would he call me in for feet modeling jobs? I heard those pay well.

I stepped on the scale. The numbers flickered and my anxiety raced.

152lbs.

No way. There was no way. I'd gained 10lbs in a week?? How hadn't I noticed? I'd been eating well and exercising and chugging bottles of water.

"Typical," the fat exec said.

"Well," casting director said, "You can see why that starts you out on a bad foot, right?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. Honest mistake. I didn't realize. I can reslate."

"Its not just that you lied. It's that you can't see how fat you are. Plus your face? It's honestly baffling that you thought you could come in here and have a chance."

I felt my eyes water.

"But-" the bald exec said, "We did hear from your agent that you're talented at taking direction."

I jumped on the opportunity to make up for my mistake. "Yes! I've been taking classes all the time. I can take direction well."

"We'll be the judges of that."

"You're not getting this job. But maybe if we see that you're a good actress, we'll call you in again. So let's do some scenes."

"Of course! Okay!"

"What we really want to see is if you can convince us. If you can act so well that we believe that you like getting abused."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Well, if you can't act well enough to make us believe you like being treated like trash and a pain slut, then you're clearly not even talented enough for porn, let alone tv."

"I guess that makes sense," I said.

"Have you ever watched violent porn where the girl pretends she enjoys it?"

How did they want me to answer? What was the professional thing to say??

"Um, no."

"Do you think the girls in most porn enjoy it?"

"I don't know."

"C'mon. Think hard, little girl. The porn where whores are fucked up the ass and bashed into walls."

"I dont think so?"

"But they act like they like it, don't they?"

"Yeah."

"So if you can't do that, you're a worse actress than pornstars."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good. Now we're on the same page. So we're gonna hurt you. And we're gonna humiliate you. And you're gonna act your tight little ass off to make us believe you like it."

I swallowed. "Okay."

Of course this would happen. I was learning the truth of Hollywood the hard way.

"Take off the frumpy jacket. Spread your legs. Hands behind your back."

I did. With my jackets off, my tits in my sports bra were on display. I stood with my legs wide and hands at the small of my back.

"Sam," the casting director said, "Show us her nipples and cunt."

The assistant, Sam, stood. He had a pair of scissors in his hands. He rubbed his fingers over the fabric of my sports bra, pinching my flesh beneath lightly. He found my right nipple.

"There it is," he murmured.

He pulled the fabric away from my nipple, squeezing it a bit in the process. He snipped a round hole into the bra and snapped it back. My bare nipple now poked out into the air.

Shame ran through me. And panic. I hadn't brought any other clothes. But at least I had my jacket to cover up on the way home.

He snipped another hole for my left nipple. Both poked out of my tight bra obscenely.

Then he pulled the frabic of my yoga pant covering my pussy and sliced it right open. He hacked at the fabric until the gap showed the insides of my thighs and my whole cunt, covered only by my panties. Until he snipped those too and pulled them up through the waistband of my pants, cut into pieces.

My whole cunt was now open for all of them to see.

"Hairless. Good," the bald exec said.

"Good tits. Tight looking snatch. She's definitely better without clothes," the fat exec said.

I smiled. At least I wasn't completely worthless.

"Turn around and bend over."

I did. Sam cut open my pants more, revealing my asshole.

"Hmm, he ass looks loose."

"Do you get assfucked often, whore?"

"No, but-"

"Call us Sir when you speak, whore. We're your superiors, show respect."

"Sorry, Sir. I meant- no, Sir, I had never been assfucked at all before last week. But a man found me...when I was um, vulnerable and he stretched my ass."

"With what? His cock?"

"Yes Sir but first he used his fist and a horse speculum. He said he wanted to ruin it."

The men all laughed.

"A horse speculum!"

"He sure did ruin it!"

"I bet she cant even shit without pain now!"

My eyes watered in shame. They weren't even speaking to me. They were looking at my asshole, bent over for them. They couldn't see my hurt expression, only my holes.

"Well, that's a good sign, guys. To wreck an ass that bad, he must've really done some damage. If the whore can handle that, lets see what else she can handle."

"Sam, the chains please."

They were chaining me up??

Sam brought over a thick length of steel chain. But he didn't lock it to my arms or legs.

He pushed the first link into my ass.

Oh!

The cold metal slid into my loose asshole. Then the second. The dry push of it into my guts hurt.

"Trust us, slut," the casting director said, "You'll be glad we're not lubing that shithole up."

He pushed it deep. Six links. Ten. I lost count. The weight swelled my belly. It reminded me of the enema that Heath had forced into me on the hiking trail, only this was heavy and solid. But just as cold.

I watched my belly droop beneath me as I was bent over. My lower tummy under my belly button bulged.

"Remember slut, you like this."

Oh right! I tried to forget the swelling pain and tightness.

I moaned. "Mmm, thank you. That feels so good in my ass."

A cramp ran through my guts.

Sam pushed one last link in. Then he pushed the other end into my cunt. He stuffed the cold metal up into my pussy.

"Yes, god, yes," I whined, pitching my voice up.

Sam stepped back. The chain hung in a loop between my cunt and ass.

"Now cunt, this is a fitness commercial, remember. Let's see how fit you actually are."

"Turn around. Ten jumping jacks. Keep that chain in."

I turned and stood upright. The weight immediately sank in my holes. I clenched tight.

I did one tentative jumping jack. The heaviness inside me shifted. It felt like gravity was trying to pull my insides out. The chain clinked and swung between my legs.

The men watched me.

I tensed my pelvic muscles and jumped again. And again.

At least they let me keep my sports bra. My tits were only bouncing slightly.

On the seventh jump I felt a link or two slip out of my ass. Since the man on the hiking trail stretched it, it really had felt loose and ruined.

I finished all ten, panting. My core muscles burned. I wanted so badly to sit or close my legs or hold the chain in with my hand. But i stood with my legs wide again.

"Thank you Sirs. Thank you for exercising me so I can have a tighter body."

"Alright," bald exec said, "She can at least follow instructions. I want to hurt her."

"Legs wide, slut. Squat."

I did. My muscles burned keeping the chain inside me.

"Sam, kick her in the cunt."

I hid my panic with a slutty smile.

Sam rammed his boot into my pussy, crushing the metal inside me against my cervix like a battering ram. Heavy, aching pain spread up my body from my cunt.

I yelped, high pitch, and turned it into a moan. I bit my lip.

"Please, more! Oh that feels so good. It's like youre kicking me deep inside my pussy. Please do it again."

To my horror, he did. His heavy boot hit my clit and bounced off my pubic bone.

I almost flinched to cover my sensitive cunt. But I caught myself and kept my arms behind my back.

"Thank you! Mmmm...."

Sam aimed lower and kicked my asshole. A spasm shot up through me. For a second my muscles unclenched and a few links fell out of both holes.

"Yess! Kick my ass. Kick me so hard, please. It feels so good. I love it."

The fat exec tsked. "Such loose holes. She needs punishment for being such an easy skank."

"Sam, electric plate now."

Sam grabbed one ankle and clicked a handcuff on it. He locked it to the leg of the chair. He pulled over another chair and locked my other ankle to match. He yanked my legs wider. My holes struggled harder to hold the heavy chains inside. The links outside of me hung low, swinging between my thighs.

Sam dropped a silver metal sheet between my feet. Then he clipped two small things to it and unspooled two thin wires.

"Live," Sam said.

"Squat low, cunt," the casting director barked.

My muscles screamed in protest, but I bent my knees and lowered down...down...how far did they want me to go?

I quickly found out.

The chains clanked against the metal plate and suddenly my entire body was on fire. My skin tremored. My muscles twitched without my control. Inside my cunt and ass flared like lightning hit me.

The men laughed. Bald exec slammed his fist on the table over and over.

I quickly lifted my body so the chains disconnected with the electrified plate.

My spaming muscles made me drop more links. The chain hung lower, closer to the plate.

"Damn," the casting director said, "that was funnier than I thought it would be. Did you guys see her face? She was still trying to look sexy. That's fucking hilarious."

"Did you like that, whore?"

"Yes Sir. I loved it. It felt like lightning through my holes. It feels so good."

"What a pathetic slut," the fat exec laughed.

"Well now you know what happens if your holes are too loose, whore."

"Better not drop that chain."

"Yes, Sir."

"While her holes are busy, I say we have some fun with those fat tits," bald exec said.

"I don't know," fat exec said, "I want to see what her throat can take. And I wanna mess up her ugly face."

"Then lets do both," the casting director said, "Sam, hook her nose and get those tits out."

Sam grabbed a strange contraption- two hooks on a thin chain. One was smaller than the other and ended in two points like a coat hook.

He slid the small prongs of that hook into my nostrils. The feeling was alien, like I needed to sneeze. He pulled the chain over my head and walked behind my back.

I startled as he shoved the bigger hook into my ass, beside the chain. He cranked something on the chain and a pressure pulled at both my nose and my ass. It forced me to arch my back, pushing my bulging belly and tits forward. But he cranked it further, pulling my nose up. It crushed my nose flat against my face, revealing my nostrils, just two more holes on display. My body was just holes, wasn't it? Ever since the hiking trail, I'd felt less and less like a person and more like a walking set of holes.

"That's much better," the casting director said, "Don't you feel prettier?"

"Yes Sir," I slurred. It was hard to talk with my nose pried upwards. "Thank you for making me pretty. I just want to be pretty."

"Oh we'll make you prettier."

He nodded at Sam, who sliced through my sports bra with one swoop. My tits fell into the open. Once again, shame flooded me as my boobs bounced in front of strangers. Just like on the hiking trail. Except this time I chose to be here. This time I was doing to myself.

All the men in the room licked their lips, staring at my tits like wild animals. They were my value. I knew that now.

"Let's see what this little actress can do," the casting director said, stressing the word actress sarcastically, "You have ten minutes to make every single man here cum with just a show. Dance your little heart out. Talk dirty. You're lucky, your painslut performance has already given you a head start. I know at least for me."

"If she can't make us cum in ten minutes?" the bald exec asked.

"Well, we won't be able to give her a good word around town, will we? We can't risk our reputation by vouching for young nobodies that can't sell a performance."

They all looked at me.

"Um...even him?" I asked, nodding to Sam.

"What? Do you think he's too low for you to need his approval? Don't you know who he is?"

Embarrassment dripped down my throat. "I'm sorry. Who is he, Sir?"

"His uncle runs acquisitions at Paramount."

Oh. I shuddered. The man that had kicked me in the cunt was important. All men in this room were. No, not just this room. This town. Every man that looked at me had the ability to decide my future. Every man in this city could judge if I was worthy.

I looked at Sam bashfully.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I told him, "I didn't know. I'd really like to make you cum."

He turned his phone towards me. On it, a clock ticked down. I'd wasted thirty seconds.

I grabbed my own tits. They were my biggest asset, I needed to use them. I groped them hard, like a man would. I pushed the together, then dropped them. They bounced, my nipples drawing chaotic loops.

"I want you all to cum because of my slutty body. I want you to get so hard looking at my tits and my holes filled up with these cold chains. I want you to cum because you want to fuck me, all of you at once, using my body like a fleshlight. But..."

I slowly lowered my body in a squat. My pelvic muscles trembled and my heart raced in fear.

"But I know you won't. Because there are a million hotter girls than me in this city. I'm an ugly whore with a ruined ass because a man thought it would be funny to stretch me out. I'm fat. I'm 23, which is already too old when there's fresh 18 year old sluts moving here every day. So, you won't cum because of my tits or cunt or ass."

I took a deep breath, which was difficult with the nose hook distorting my face.

"You'll cum because you hate me."

I dropped lower. The chains connected with the electric plate and sent lightning into my holes again. This time, I held there. I felt my body shaking, muscles twitching out of my control. My tits bounced wildly. With all my focus, I crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue in ahegao.

I held the position even as fire shot through my veins, as I felt my the voltage deep in my body, even as all my instincts screamed that it was doing permanent damage. The most vulnerable parts of me were on display and in unimaginable pain, but that's what I was for. I was entertainment. I was just like every other girl. Every other pair of tits and three holes. No man would ever really respect me, only pretend. I could never be anything more than what men let me be. And all they would let me be was a suffering piece of fuckmeat.

The chain in my ass fell out. I shook my tits harder. Crossed my eyes harder. Drool fell from my open mouth and slid down my tits. I bounced my cunt like a loved the feeling of electrified metal deep inside me. I couldn't help the sounds of pain I let out. Or the tears streaming down my cheeks. But I kept humping nothing like the sex doll they wanted me to be.

Finally, the chain fell out of my cunt. The sudden loss of the current made me double over, like my soul had been ripped out. My heart raced. If it had lasted one more second, I felt like I would have a heart attack.

Finally, I looked up. Every man had his cock out. Cum splattered the table in front of them, covering my headshots and resume. All three execs had blown their load because of my pain. They did hate me. I'd never been happier.

"You only have two minutes left, cunt," Sam said.

I looked over at him. His cock was out and hard, but he wasn't touching it. How could I make him cum if he didn't jerk himself off?

But I knew what Sam liked. He liked to see whores hurt, just like the rest of them, but he liked to do it himself.

"Please, Sir, please hit me. I need punishing. I need pain. The electricity in my holes wasn't enough. I deserve worse."

"That's right. What do you deserve?"

"I deserve for you to rape my throat while every man in this room punches me."

I climbed up on the table in front of the execs and laid on my back. The hook connecting my ass and nose pulled uncomfortably. I hung my head off the edge and spread my legs wide so they could see my stretched holes, with no privacy at all. Privacy isn't for cunts.

Immediately, Sam rammed his cock down my throat. I choked. Despite looking like a ruined whore, this was still only the second time I'd had a cock in my mouth.

He fucked my throat without care for me. I couldn't breathe but he didn't give a shit. I felt the front of my throat bulging out with each thrust. Embarrassing sounds echoed through the room. Gluk gluk gluk gachgk gluk gagghhhf gluk gluk gluk gluk.

Then the blows came. Fists slammed into my body. They didn't treat me delicately. I was nothing more than a punching back. All four pairs of fists punched my belly, thighs, cunt, tits, the side of my head. Hands pulled my legs wider than they could possibly go, pain shooting through my hips. Then two fists pushed against my holes. One at my asshole, one at my cunt. The stretch burned. Punches still rained down. The fist pushing against my ass wedged deeper, alongside the hook. Memories of the man from the hiking trail washed over me, making my heart race in panic. My body's trauma response seemed to only spur the men fucking me on. Sam wrapped his hands around my neck, squeezing his own cock through my throat.