The eighth humiliation is an activity Mistress likes to share with her best friend. They are both artists in their spare time who dabble in various forms from physical to digital. Once in a while they will get together over an afternoon or evening while writing a porn film style script that will later either be acted out and filmed like a movie or used as an outline for a more 'in the moment' style filming. One guess who the main star or focus is in all of them?
My job (and order) during the writing portion is to type the script or outline as they create it. I'm always ball gagged, unable to speak and am not allowed to react, challenge or otherwise interrupt their process.
The last session was maybe three months ago. This writing session lasted about four hours and the script had some specific lines and other verbal requirements for me but a lot of their roles were general guidance. Oh yeah, in this 'movie' they were also stars and the only other characters.
After two weeks of preparation and pre-production, they did film this one in one long day in mostly one take per scene. Unlike some of the others where there is more scene building and other prep work to look more like an actual film, this one was more of a straight up reality porn film in production and feel.
The first scene was easy. They drove up to some back roads, dropped me off and then drove back up to me as a strange hitch-hiker looking for a ride. We greet, I throw my backpack in the trunk and get in the car, accepting their kind offer. They agreed to take me to my destination with the understanding they had to make one stop on the way.
From there we drove up into the mountains for about 10-15 minutes, chatting about who we are, where we're from and all that. They eventually pull off in a small clearing that is almost like a private road or trail and park about a hundred feet in, just enough to be hidden from the main road. The woman in the front passenger seat gets out as I'm also in camera view looking a little puzzled. Before I can even speak to ask any questions, my door opens and a gun is pointed at my head followed by an order to get out of the car.
Details aside, I end up getting out of the car and ordered to strip naked. They leave all of my clothes and belongings in the car except for my shoes which I'm allowed to wear. They gear up a couple of backpacks, cuff my wrists, secure a gag in my mouth so I am unable to speak, cover my head with a spandex-like hood and put a collar and leash to my neck. They lead me into the woods.
We walk for maybe 15-20 minutes, definitely far enough in that no other human being will be within earshot. Once we hit their designated spot, my shoes are removed, legs secured spread apart to two trees and they unload their backpacks.
Over the next few hours, they abuse and rape me in various ways while constantly telling me that I should never hitch rides and trust people because this is what will happen to me. I'm bent over a fallen tree, bound tightly and cropped, belted and paddled to the point of welts and a little bleeding. My ass is fucked and fisted repeatedly. The stick a funnel in my asshole and pee both in my ass and all over my welted cheeks so they burn.
I'm bound back to two trees with arms and legs stretched to the max with a plug in my ass. I'm then shaved (what little could grow in the past couple of weeks or so anyway) and some kind of burning liquid is rubbed on my cock and balls. I'm then left for about an hour while they go off and picnic in the distance.
After their lunch, I am tied back to the fallen tree by face up with my head hanging off the other side. A hole is ripped in the hood to access my mouth and I am repeatedly fucked and smothered simultaneously by both of them. I'm forced to lick their pussies and their asses. They use condoms to keep the burning liquid on my privates from getting into theirs. They also capture my cum in them a couple of times and feed it to me.
They end the movie by paddling my penis until it is swollen and bruised, covering my privates in peanut butter and honey, gagging me again and then pack up and leave me there. Of course they come back to get me a few minutes later after they've wrapped up their exit scene.
We all get back in the car and head home and over the next week I am ordered to spend most of my free time editing the movie, adding music, credits and effects and rendering it to their liking. It goes into Mistress' archive and a copy given to her friend to have as well. The next weekend, she comes back over and they make me sit with them, bound and plugged to watch the entire 106 minute film and live it all over again. Filming this movie is by far the worst I have ever been beaten as my Mistress is mostly a kind one who reserves true pain anywhere close to that for punishments, but they had a vision for a movie. Although I knew the premise of the movie, I had never thought before-hand when they were thinking it up that the beatings would be that severe so I can hardly say that I was acting through most of it. I truly felt like I was in that situation.
Since kidnap and rape is not a topic Mistress wants to glorify and this was just her private fantasy, I doubt many if anyone besides her and her co-writer will ever see it.