Coming Full Circle

COMING FULL CIRCLE

By Charles E. Campbell

COMPLETING THE CIRCLE

CHAPTER 6

   Sydney had absolutely no difficulty adhering to Sir Richard’s new rules when she was home. She was completely comfortable with her constant nakedness in their house, His house, and around the grounds. The rules He had established for her at school were much demanding and hard to follow. Trying to keep the rings which she bore in her breasts hidden really restricted the wardrobe to overly loose fitting men’s sweat shirts. It had taken her a while to get used to the old fashioned sanitary napkins and belts, but she learned quickly that if she was diligent in changing them often enough, she could avoid the odor that was associated with them.

   Sir Richard had decreed a strict rule that Sydney was not to date anyone. And this was the hardest rule of all, as she had blossomed into a very pretty girl and the boys were naturally drawn to her. Whenever she was asked out on a date, she retreated to her fable of having a steady boyfriend from out of state, and that seemed to keep the boys at bay.

   Everyday Sydney was required to bind and whip her mother. She had become quite adept, even skilled in her handling of the various whips which Richard had for her use. Every day she was made to record in  a log  which whips she used, how many strokes she had delivered, what parts of her mother’ s body she had whipped, and what marks were made. Richard knew that Sydney hated to use the cane on her mother more than any other whip because her mother screamed so horribly each time, and also because the marks lasted so much longer than they did with any other implement. Therefore, Richard required her to use it at least once each week, and that she was to deliver a minimum of fifty strokes with the cane whenever she used it.

   It was around this time that kara began getting involved in pornographic videos. To further add to the totality and completeness of her slavery, humiliation, and training, Sir Richard started to rent kara out to various directors of porn videos. It did not matter what genre or fetish they were geared to, kara ended up in them all, from bukkake and gang bangs to inter racial and rape fantasy. She starred in bondage and whipping films, lesbian as well as tranny and bestiality videos. What made her all the more valuable to the director’s who paid Sir Richard for her appearances was the fact that she shot all of her films bareback.

   One of her best selling gang bang films had her servicing one hundred men, orally, vaginally, and anally. She made a bukakke film that had over one hundred and twenty-five men cumming in her mouth and on her face, while she held a basin under her jaw to catch whatever semen she missed. The film was shot on a dirt floor, and at the end of the film, after she drank the contents of the basin, she was made to roll around on the floor as the men urinated on her. 

   The films that she found the hardest to endure were the bestiality films. She had sex on film with horses, dogs, goats, snakes, fish, and eels. There was one time when a director rented her for six straight days of shooting. Kara was taken to a remote farm in New Hampshire, where she was kept naked in a barn for the entire time. The videos were shot in the corral, the horse stalls, and in the farm house. She was filmed sucking horse’s cocks, swallowing their cum, and even trying to shove tem up her pussy. She licked a mare’s ass and vagina. She made two films with goats, three with dogs, and five with live fish and eels. In one film, she was made to insert live field mice into her cunt and hold it closed as she masturbated for the camera. Shew did two with a cow, sucking it’s udders and licking it’s ass. She ended up covered in cow shit as the cow defecated all over her face and chest at that time.

   There seemed to be no levels of degradation that she wouldn’t stoop to. Whatever the director or producer could dream up, kara would do it, without question or hesitation. Occasionally, a director would want her body free from the markings of her daily beatings. It was only at these times that the whippings were suspended. But when she returned home after the shoot, she was beaten twice a day afterwards for every day she had missed a whipping.

   One director approached Sir Richard about a different kind of film that he wanted to make. He explained to Richard that he had been unsuccessful in finding an actress to make the film, they had all turned him down, so he wanted to rent kara for it. At first, Richard was quite reticent to allow His slave to make the movie, but after giving consideration to the level of training it would provide, he acquiesced and ordered her to do it.

   The producer for the film picked kara up in his late model Toyota rather late one evening, well after 10:00PM. Kara was dressed as he had specified: frilly demi bra, skimpy laced satin panties, stockings, garter belt, and high spike heels. She was heavily made up with eye shadow and eye liner, ruby red lipstick, powdered, and generously perfumed. They drove toward the city in silence. No one had told kara what would be expected from her at the shoot, and she knew better than to ask, As they drove through one of the more run down neighborhoods, he pulled up in front of a decrepit looking building on a seamy looking street. He ordered her out of the car, telling her that she was to go through the door and up the stairs to the fourth floor loft. When she got there, she was to do whatever she was told by anyone who was there.

   Kara got out of the car without a word and quickly crossed the dark deserted street and went in. Dim lighting hung from bare bulbs suspended from the peeling ceiling. The floors were scattered with filth and garbage. The smell of stale vomit and urine permeated the stale air. Kara climbed the staircase, being careful not to touch the hand rail or anything else. On the first floor landing, a drunk had passed out in a pool of his own vomit. His raspy labored breathing competing with the sounds of a blaring television. The noise covered the sharp tapping of her heels on the tiled floor as she walked along the hall to the next flight of stairs. The stench of greasy food and graffiti welcomed her on the next two floors. As she started up the last flight of stairs, she had to step carefully around two junkies who were shooting up heroin. One of them reached for her as she passed, quickly running his grimy hand up her stocking clad leg, almost reaching her panties. She skipped two steps avoiding him.  

   To her relief, she finally reached the fourth floor and saw only one door at the far end of the corridor. She walked toward it and knocked. No one answered, so she knocked a second time. After waiting a few moments, she tried the handle, and, finding it open, she turned it and stepped inside.  The room was a mess of debris, broken furniture, falling plaster and boarded up windows. In the center of the room multiple video cameras were set up in a circle on tripods, with various poles and trees of lights all focusing on the incongruity of a beautiful king sized bed that had been carefully made up with white satin sheets and pillows. A luxuriously thick white comforter was pulled back invitingly. “Here she is now!” someone exclaimed as the door was shut behind her. A man seemed to merge from the shadows from her left side and locked and bolted the door securely.

   “Step over here into the light, please, Miss, so we can check out your make-up,” a female voice commanded her. Kara walked through the gaggle of cameras, lights and cables and into the unforgiving glare of the bright lights and stood still. “Turn around, please,” the same voice ordered.

   Kara turned ever so slowly. “She’ll need more color on the lips and eyes. Make them darker too. She looks too refined. Make her sluttier,” a male voice added.

   Two make-up artists joined kara in the glare and began to redo her make-up, darkening her eye liner, thickening her eye lashes, and applying a heavier coat of deep red lip gloss to her thinner than average lips, making them appear more pouting. As quickly as they had appeared, they retreated into the darkness outside the lights and a man approached her, his hand extended. “I am Ross Vincent, and I am the director of this film.” kara shook the proffered hand. I really don’t care what your name is, but for this production you will be known as ‘Helen.’ It’s part of the movie’s title.”

   “That’s fine, Sir,” kara replied meekly.

   Well, ‘Helen,’ you shouldn’t have too difficult a time with this film. You have no lines to memorize and no acting directions to follow. It will be shot continuously in one take, as it happens. The basic idea is simple. When I tell you, you will walked into the lighted area by the bed as if it was your own bedroom at home. Stretch, do whatever you would normally do before retiring yourself, and then I want you to climb up on the bed. Do not remove your shoes, or any of your clothing. Get comfortable on the bed. A few minutes after you have gotten comfortable, some men will enter the scene. You are to let them do whatever they wish to do with you. No matter what. Have you any questions?”

   “No Sir. I understand completely. Thank You,” she added properly.

   “If you need to use the bathroom, please go now, as I would like to get started with the shooting,” the director admonished her.

   Kara nodded in agreement and looking around, she saw someone pointing to a door. She went through the door into the small but relatively clean bathroom. She relieved herself and stood up, gazing at her reflection in the smudge covered mirror. Her eyes took in the sight of her heavily made up face, the expensive lingerie, and the look of fear in her eyes. She looked at herself and reflected at her plight, here in a building the location of which she did not know, with a group of strangers, who were about to film her doing who knew what with however many people. A tear slowly rose in the corner of her eye, but she gingerly wiped it away, careful not to muss her make-up. The realization that this was what he wanted from her came into her mind, and she knew, therefore, that it was what she must do. For Him!

   She strode from the lavatory with a spring in her step and returned to the set. “I’m ready,” she announced, with a somewhat exaggerated bravado.

   “Good,” the director intoned. “Let’s begin, shall we everyone.

   Places!

   “Action!”

   Kara walked slowly and seductively into the lights toward the bed. As she had learned before, she shut off the cameras in her mind, and allowed herself to go back in time to a different place, and follow an ancient routine before climbing into a bed. She plumped the pillows, pulled the comforter and sheet further down, and sat on the edge of the bed. Slowly, she ran her hands up her legs starting at the ankles, caressing them, and feeling the soft nylon smoothing out against her legs. Then, with a look of utter relaxation and contentment, she lay back on the soft clean bedding and closed her eyes.

   About fifteen seconds passed, and five men entered the set in a group. They were all broken down derelicts in old soiled clothing. Three of them were white, although the soot and grime on their faces made it hard to tell for sure, and two were black. All of them had oily matted hair and scruffy tangled beards. One had a few festering open sores on his face and no teeth. All of their eyes were wide in amazement at their good fortune for what had been promise them.

   As a pack, they descended upon her, tearing at the silky lingerie, ripping the stockings, tossing off her shoes, and groping, pinching, probing as they went. Their reeking clothes began to get tossed off as well until the five of them were a roiling naked mass atop her. The toothless man with the sores was trying to force his tongue deep into her mouth as one of the black men was roughly pulling her legs apart so he could mount her. Two others were suckling on her breasts while the last one was rubbing whatever body [parts he could find, as he stroked himself and drooled. Someone shoved the toothless man off her face and a scab covered cock was dangled in her face. Squeezing her eyes shut, she opened her mouth to accept it as a camera zoomed in for a close up shot. The black man who was fucking her started to alternate between her cunt and ass, freely switching as the mood hit him, before cumming deep in her ass. He was replaced by another right away, and this man pounded her ass hard with an exceptionally thick cock.

   The assault was relentless. Mouth, tits, ass, cunt, all brutalized by the disgusting men.  Just when kara thought they were finally sated, one of them started to piss on her face. The others picked up on the cue and joined in. The elegant bedding and kara drenched in urine.

   The lights went dark and the director announced, “That’s a wrap people. Let’s get it torn down and out of here fast!” Then looking at the spent “actress” lying on the bed he added, “Someone hose down this whore and get her out of here!”

   “Come with me please,” one of the make-up women said to her. Kara followed her out of the loft and down a rickety staircase in the back of the building. They went through door which took them outside behind the building. The make-up woman picked up a garden hose and began cleaning kara up with the chilly water, hosing her hard between the legs. When she was done, she tossed her a discarded trench coat and said, “You ride should be waiting for you in front on the building.”

   Barefoot and shivering, kara made her way back through the building, out the door, and down the stoop to the waiting old Toyota, and the trip home Cum oozing from her ass and cunt as she sat on the old coat.

   The film was titled “HELEN HELPS THE HOMELESS,” and it was an instant success, grossing in the millions in dvd sales and rentals. The director approached Richard about shooting sequels three times. On the fourth and final installment, kara was rented for a week. She was made to live in an abandoned tenement in Brooklyn with thirty or more homeless squatters, male and female. She was kept naked the entire week, she was never allowed to bathe, and she lived among the squalor of the rejected  of the community. She ate what scraps they brought in, from stale pizza crusts and assorted restaurant garbage, to unfinished water in designer bottles and the dregs of Starbucks coffee cups.

   Her body stank. He matted hair was filthy and knotted. She contracted body lice, head lice, and crabs. Like her “roommates,” she had to urinate in the hallways and defecate in used compound buckets, “wiping” herself with old damp newspapers. She had sex with these denizens of the Big Apple round the clock. Their festering sores, cracked lips, unhealed scabs making seemingly constant contact with her once most intimate body parts.  One derelict made her suck and lick his vile unshod feet, cleaning the dirt and debris that had accumulated between his toes. She vomited during that filming, and had to lick up her own vomit from his feet and from the floor.

   Richard sent her to a clinic for a tetanus shot, some antibiotics, and a de-lousing before he allowed her to set foot back in the house. After her return from the last homeless video shooting Richard never again had any sexual contact with kara ever again. He continued to whip her and beat her, berate her and degrade her, but He ceased al forms of sexual contact. Instead, He had His needs taken care of by Sydney, and always in front of kara.

   Richard delighted in watching kara’s face as He used her daughter in front of her. A strange clash or pride, scorn, envy and hurt always registered as He made Sydney chock and gag on His cock, or whenever He forced His way into her two tight holes. Richard made kara hold Sydney’s ass cheeks apart the first time He took her from the rear, making her use her own spit to lubricate her daughter’s ass as He ripped and tore her virgin hole, drawing blood.

    Sydney was granted permission to sleep on the floor at the foot of His bed, while her mother had been relegated to sleeping in a dog crate they stored in the garden shed near the garage. The dampness and chilly night air was beginning to take it’s toll on kara. Richard no longer allowed her to eat with Him. She had to scrounge for her food from the garbage. Her heath started to deteriorate rapidly. He allowed her no hygienic practices at all, and her teeth were beginning to decay due to her poor diet and lack of brushing. Her once luxuriant lustrous hair was dull and falling out in places. The bruises and welts from her daily beatings and whippings took much longer to heal now, and some of them never healed. Cuts would ooze but never really scab over, pockets of puss surrounded by dark red circles covered her buttocks and thighs and cunt. She became very weak, and her stomach stopped tolerating the garbage that she was eating. Vomiting became a daily ritual after she would eat. She could keep nothing on her stomach, Her belly appeared to be gorged and bloated, but her ribs stuck out through her paper thin skin that stretched taut over them.

   It was at this time that Sir Richard dreamed up His plan for the final ultimate usage of His slave. One morning, after Sydney had dressed and left for school, Richard went out to the shed and pulled kara out of the crate by her hair. She was shivering uncontrollably as a result of the combination of a  low grade fever she constantly had and the damp chill that was ever present in the dark dank shed.

   “Kara,” He began. “You have been a faithful slave and servant to Me for the past ten years, but I no longer have any use for you. You are vile and repugnant, and quite frankly, you disgust Me. I do, however feel that, due to your loyalty and service to Me, that you deserve some type of reward before being dismissed, so I have come to offer you a choice as to both your fate, and that of Sydney as well. 

   “You may choose to have Me sell you and Sydney to overseas slavers, to spend the rest of your lives as slaves in some unnamed foreign country. Or, you may choose to have Me keep Sydney as My personal slave. If you choose this second option, then you must also consent to letting Me put you to death, in whatever fashion I wish.” Pausing a few seconds to let it all sink in, Richard watched His slave’s reaction. Seeing none, He asked, “Would you like some time to think this over, kara?”

   “N.....No Sir,” she coughed weakly. “There is only one choice for me to make, Master.”

    With seemingly great effort, she pushed herself up onto her knees at His feet. She looked up into His dark eyes and said, “Sir Richard, please accept my daughter Sydney as my gift to You for all You have done for me. Please accept her as your slave, to use as You wish. She will be, from this day forth, at Your disposal.........” Clearing some phlegm from her throat, she continued, “And, if it pleases You, please put me to death, in whatever manner you wish. Allow me to suffer for you as my last act of submission.” She began a harsh coughing bout, and losing her balance, she toppled to the ground, doubled up coughing. Small traces of blood appeared at the corners of her mouth as the episode subsided.

   Sir Richard had actually set the wheels in motion for kara’s execution about six weeks before broaching her with her two “choices.”He knew that, given her maternal instincts and excellent training, the only possible choice she could make would be to consign her daughter into His servitude, and to accept her fate at His hands at the same time.

    Through His contacts with the porn directors, Richard was able to get the use of a sound stage to film the execution. He was also able to get two hundred “patrons” to pay $250,000 each for the opportunity to watch a live closed circuit broadcast of the execution. The patrons would also receive their own private dvd of the event.

   Contracts were drawn up and signed, monies changed hands, and the date was only three days hence. To further add to kara’s degradation, Sir Richard required that she stay in the crate around the clock until the final hours before her death. She would eat, piss, and shit right where she lay. To make matters even worse, Richard required Sydney to piss and shit on her in the cage as well, making sure the food was saturated in urine and feces. By the time she was taken to the studio for the filming, kara was a frightening mess.

   The cameras began rolling as soon as kara crawled from her crate and dragged herself over to the stage. Iron shackles were bolted to her wrists and she was hung. up by a heavy wooden beam, her arms pulled far apart, her feet dangling free. They filmed a naked Sydney whipping her mother with crops, floggers, cats, and canes until she hung limply, not even responding to the blows. A bucket of ice water was tossed on the unconscious slave to revive her. Then the whipping resumed. Anew. This process was continued for one hour.

   Sydney was made to force a thick rusted iron hook into each of her mother’s breasts, very deep, near the rib cage. The weak screams brought tears streaming down Sydney’s horrified face. She then stood back and watched in fear as her helpless mother was hoisted off the ground by the hooks, blood streaming from the hooks in her chest, her screams echoing through the studio.

   Sydney then took her new place, at the feet of her Owner and watched with Him the terrible twisting and contorting of her mother. The screams had subsided, but only in volume, because the strained voice had been reduced to pitiful rasps. The thick iron hooks were threatening to tear right through the breasts, Richard noticed this, and gave an all but imperceptible nod to the operator of the winch. He in turn began to raise kara up higher and maneuver her over a rough hewn four inch square stake. The cameras panned right along with the doomed slave as she was brought right atop her instrument of death. Two male slaves came over, and each taking an ankle, they guided the slave into position for the sharpened stake to begin it’s relentless and merciless probe of kara’s anus. As she was slowly lowered onto the spike, kara began to redouble her efforts to escape, but the two slaves holding her ankles, guiding her ass over the point prevented her attempts. It wasn’t very long before  the futility of her efforts was obvious to her, and she sagged in resignation.

   The two male slaves left her there to allow gravity do it’s deadly deed. Blood began to flow copiously down her inner thighs as the winch let off all tension, putting all of kara’s body weight on the stake. Her screams had been replaced with moans and gurgling sounds, as blood was staring to seep from the corners of her mouth.

   Kara’s broken body was twitching reflexively as the point continued it’s relentless upward assent into her bowels. For a few minutes, she seemed to hang suspended in mid-air, no more of the stake disappearing into her. And then, all at once, she dropped about ten inches down the stake, as it broke through into her esophagus. By now, the entire stake was bathed in blood, with a large puddled pooled on the floor. The cameras missed none of it. Blood bubbles formed in her nostrils, weakly bursting in her all but non-existent exhales of breath. Kara no longer reacted as the she slid further down the stake, and it pushed into her throat. Her head started falling backwards as the bloody point could be seen slowly coming out of her open mouth. Kara was long dead before her body slid the remainder of the way down the stake and began to crumple onto the blood drenched floor.

   It was over. The cameras and lights were shut down, and Sir Richard offered the weeping Sydney His hand and pulled her to her feet. As she starred slack jawed at the bloody remains that had once been her mother, Sir Richard took her chin and pulled her face toward His, and said, “If you are able to prove to Me that you are a worthy slave, I might just one day allow you to be impaled for Me!”

   And taking her by the hand, He lead her out of the studio and back to His home.