The Making of Hole
Copyright© 2026 by tiffany58
Chapter 3: Life goes on
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Life goes on - A young woman meets an older Milf and what seems an innocent dinner leads to a sudden descent into a life of abuse.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa Mult Coercion Drunk/Drugged Rape Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Humiliation Gang Bang Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Enema Exhibitionism Fisting Oral Sex Squirting Small Breasts ENF Prostitution
I have been working in this drinking den, and several others Piero’s brother Marco owned around London and other big cities, for eighteen months now. I am usually used by three or four men every night, more if it is Friday or Saturday, and of course I play with the punters while “serving” at tables.
That first week in the drinking den was tiring and demoralising. I now knew what I was doing, I had not been drugged since that first night with Julia and Piero, but could do nothing to stop myself. Piero’s brother had said I would be very quickly addicted to cock and cum, and he was right.
However, degraded, ashamed or embarrassed I felt, each time I started work in the bar, I felt my juices rising. When my first paying customer went to the bar and handed over his money for his backroom fuck, my arousal levels shot up and I was ready to cum with him and any other man who wanted me.
After my first month, Des, the bar manager, suggested we should do a monthly special floorshow to bring in more punters and to get more to pay to fuck my holes, “like when I fisted you the first night!” I agreed, what choice did I have, and we discussed the things I might do.
My first special floorshow arrived and we did have quite a few additional customers, even for a Saturday. Des stood on the bar, with little naked me, standing beside him, and introduced tonight’s entertainment.
“Gentlemen, you all know the delectable Hole, in fact quite a few of you have already known her intimately! For one night only Hole is going to show you a new trick she has learned while working in this salubrious establishment. Tonight, Hole is going to collect your empty bottles without using her hands – in fact I am going to tie her hands behind her. Hole has three holes and will use only those to take your empty bottles from your table to the bar. But of course, you will first need to have your beers delivered to your table by Hole. She can manage three at a time, but the one in her ass will be free to the lucky man who gets it. Let the show begin”
First, Des produced some cable ties and fixed my hands together behind my back, before fixing another cable tie around my elbows to pull my arms together. The two ties meant my hands were of no use to me at all, but had the bonus of thrusting my small breasts and rigid nipples towards my audience.
Next, he loaded me for my first delivery of the evening. The open top of a full bottle of beer was pushed into my mouth, surprisingly heavy I discovered, and then Des pushed a full bottle into my cunt, pushing the whole neck in me up to the shoulder of the bottle. I clenched my pussy muscles to grip the bottle and bent forward slightly in readiness for Des to insert the third bottle. He made a great pantomime of lubing the neck of the bottle, pulling my cheeks apart and then began a slow push of the beer bottle neck into my anus. As with the one in my cunt he pushed the whole neck in up to the shoulders of the bottle.
With a smack on my ass, that nearly dislodged the bottle, he sent me on my way to table ten, the furthest from the bar. To raucous cheers and laughter, I began my shuffle across the floor, weaving between tables, until I reached table ten. To be honest it was the one in my mouth that caused me most difficulty. I leaned forward and with relief set the one from my mouth on the table. I then pushed my hips forward so the one in my cunt was on the edge of the table and asked one of the men to please take it out for me. I finally turned around and presented the bottle in my anus to the table, reminding them this was the free bottle, and again asked the men to remove that one from me.
That is how the first part of the night went on, with me making three-bottles at a time deliveries to each of the ten tables. Finally, I was allowed to go back to my room and lay down, although still with my arms and hands tied behind me. About an hour later Des came to get me and led me back to the bar.