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"Oh. My. God."

Vanessa looked up from the script, and grinned at Jack. "You got to scene eight, I take it?"

"Who wrote this? No, it's on the title page, and like... every third name on the suggested credit roll on the back, but who does this shmuck think he is?"

"At a guess? He thinks he's the best thing to happen to porn since the destigmatization of sex work. To the rest of us he's a distressingly well connected client with both a pirate and an anal sex fetish."

"There's... there's so many puns. And camera directions that basically amount to wanting a split shot of an ass and a face for eighty percent of the movie."

"Don't forget the costumes. Bare asses for everyone!" Not that any of them were going to mind, really. Vanessa was quite used to having her ass on display. People rather liked the white spots and jaguar tail, even if it conflicted pretty hard with the lop ears. She'd bleached her hair snow white again to match her spots, for this one. "I'm supposed to be the villainess for the first half. Captain Peg-dick. Pegging all the boys. Apparently while they're balls deep in someone else. Hey, in scene three, you get to be my bitch."

Jack frowned, then shrugged. The little red panda might look young and innocent, especially if her turned those green eyes up a few watts, but he was nearly as much of a hedonist as she was. "If I got this right I'm going to be way too busy trying not to pop immediately with Iris riding me." Vanessa giggled. "I'm serious, that girl does more workouts with her insides than most people do with their whole body. Did you see what happened when Wolfgang thought he could take her? All she had to do was clench and he couldn't get his knot in. Frustrated wolf. Guess who volunteered to help him relieve his frustrations after? I didn't sit right for a week."

More laughter, and Vanessa reached out to drag him over, into her lap so they could discuss the scene three shenanigans.

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The set was elaborate, and Vanessa once again wondered who the hell would put this kind of effort into porn. The script looked like a two hour movie, and the sets were enormous. They'd taken over a chunk of Boston harbor, converted it into something that looked like a fantasy version of an Age of Piracy dock and town. There wasn't much authentic about it, but historical accuracy wasn't often sexy. She wasn't in the first two scenes, since they were establishing the scene and getting the protagonist captured so she could do her thing in scene three. But she could costume differently and be a background character for the obligatory tavern scene.

Which ought to be starting soon, since the sun was starting to go down, so she straightened the sailcloth trousers and ducked into the tavern. For the main actors the booze would be imitation, probably apple juice or something. For the background folks it was the real deal, and she settled at the bar to watch the festivities.

Cameras were as close to invisible as possible, micro remote drones linked to the master panel in a command van outside. Axel was a pretty good tech geek, and they could rely on him to get the cameras pointed in the right places and unless you knew what you were looking for you'd never see the fly-sized little things.

Iris was the heroine of the picture, and she sauntered in with a captains coat, a big hat, and a big belt. Nothing else, and she grinned a little wider. She looked so self assured, pale skinned human with ink black hair. She was a lot like Jack, could look so innocent and helpless if she cared to, but at the moment she was projecting brash arrogance like any actress in her position would. Except she was bare-assed.

The dialog didn't carry well, something about negotiating for passage on a ship to somewhere far out in the ocean. Some island. Which was the lair of Captain Peg-dick, of course. She could hear the shift in tone that signaled the breakdown in negotiations, then a second shift when she sweetened the deal. Iris, Wolfgang, and Kingston left together, and if they were sticking to script Iris would be the meat in a tiger/wolf sandwich in about five minutes. Using Kingston at all was such a mess. No amount of clever costuming on the big tiger was going to hide the chrome arm. Some accident way back, and he'd declined transplants or regeneration therapy. He liked the chrome, and most of the time it wasn't that big a deal.

Hell, Vanessa kind of liked the chrome, those fingers were flawlessly smooth, and he could do amazing things to a girl if he wanted to. She made a mental note to see if she could have some time with the captive first mate sometime in scene three.

With the action outside, everyone inside was less worried about showing anachronism, and several of them continued drinking with their friends, but pulled out one device or another to patch into the camera feeds and watch the action. Vanessa was one of them. Just in time, too. Iris's coat was gone, left just her hat and belt, and wolf gang had her in both hands, off the ground, with hands on her thighs and her back on his chest. That big wolf cock was primed and ready, and the angle and lighting made sure that the natural lubrication was dripping steadily. It was pretty obvious to anyone who had even glanced at the script where that was going to end up. Proven true when he started to lower her inch by inch while she moaned. Hamming it up for the camera, sure, but having plenty of fun too.

Kingston had three fingers in her mouth, muffling moans while she sucked away. She was always enthusiastic with her mouth, and Kingston was probably looking forward to the next bit. Sure enough, as soon as Wolfgang had her ass pushed up against his barely started knot, they both bent her over a barrel, and Kingston dropped his trousers, then smacked her across the face with his dick. Everyone in the tavern chuckled, and a couple of them made much more pleased noises too. Vanessa glanced and saw several hands out of sight under tables, and at least one wagging tail poking out from under a tablecloth. Janice, of course.

Back on screen, Kingston had two handfuls of hair, and the screen had split in three sections. One shot from the side, of both guys steadily pounding her from both ends. One from low and behind, a great view of wolf balls and pale-skinned ass pushed wide around the invading dick. And another view from below, and Vanessa squirmed in her seat. Deep face-fucking, she could see the swelling every time he pushed into her throat. No sound yet, that would have to be mixed in later, but the visuals were hot enough, and she joined the 'hand out of sight' crowd, tucking one of hers into her pants, and starting to work her fingers over her mound.

Several 'ooh's sounded out as they watched a very much not faked orgasm roll through her, followed by the pop of a knot going in and not coming out again. Another orgasm, Wolfgang pumping her full of cum. The final shot was a little more difficult, Kingston pulling back, both hands still full of hair, no hand to aim with, just pulsing seed where it wanted to go. Most of it on Iris' face, some in her open mouth, but she was still coughing and choked from twelve minutes of having a dick repeatedly shoved into her throat. Pretty good show, all told, though she could already hear Kuroko talking about re-shooting it. Just in case.

That would wait, because they had another scene to shoot, and it didn't involve Iris getting plowed. The first and last scenes of the movie happened here at the port town, bookending the adventure, and that meant shooting them out of order. There would be a lot of that, honestly. Still, the ending scene was one of hers, so she was looking forward to it. The dressing trailer was a bustle, with folks changing out of one scene and into another, if they needed to differ and that included her and the scene's other focal actress, Alessia.

It would take quite a bit not to be overshadowed by the other woman, the golden tigress was simply enormous, eight and a half feet tall and built like a well endowed powerlifter, but frustratingly sweet and gentle. She was the second act antagonist, by whatever flimsy plot structure was in place. And much like Captain Peg-Dick, the Chief of the Bottomless Tribe was captured and brought back to port for something that was getting billed as punishment but... seriously, no one literally no one, would have considered it such.

They both had the same costuming requirement for this scene, elaborate bondage stuff. A shibari harness on each of them, white rope for Vanessa and black for Alessia. Big heavy wooden stocks as well though in both cases they were lightweight synthetics, just well hidden as such. And nipple weights, because those figured so prominently in vintage prisons. Icon the little cross fox helping them get dressed had to stop and get a picture with Alessia's chin on top of Vanessa's head, both of them grinning like fools.

By the time they were done getting undressed and bound, the set had been changed up, with lots of torchlight and quite a few costume swaps. Iris actually had pants on, to go with her hat, coat and belt, for example. And the two of them had to get up the gangplank into the ship. Climbing the ramp had interesting consequences, with heavily textured rope rubbing in intimate places. By the time the two of them were in place on the gently rocking ship, both were more than a little squirmy.

"How long do you think before they call action?" Alessia's voice was even softer than usual, not whispered but with near zero projection.

"Don't know. Soon, I hope. Why?"

"Want to practice our bit?"

"Incorrigible! Of course I do."

It was an awkward thing, to kiss in the stocks like that, and wouldn't have been possible without both of them very much wanting to. It wasn't love by any means, but they had been friends- with benefits- for many years, and the circumstances just made it hotter. Granted, without outside interference, Alessia would be the only one restrained, but that was more a matter of taste than anything else. Bondage gear designed for the merely mortal wouldn't hold her if she didn't want to be held. Fortunately for Vanessa, the tigress would much rather be held than be free.

"Oh for the love of- you two put your 'I'm a prisoner' faces on right now, or so help me I'll dunk you in the harbor to cool you off." Both of them giggled at the look of exasperation on Kuroko's face. "I'm not paying you two to look hot and kiss each other. For another fifteen minutes, anyway, come on, you have to get dragged into position first."

The secret, as her boss had said a few times, was finding people who wanted to be doing the things you needed done. So he had gone about finding the kind of people who wanted to fuck, get fucked, feed, entertain, entrance, indulge and otherwise provide some form of delight to others. Get them all together, provide some infrastructure and backup, and let the fun happen. Of course, when you pack that many hedonists into tight quarters, there were bound to be sparks aplenty, and that was, according to him, all for the good. People who like and love each other are more likely to put in a little extra effort for each other.

The ship's crew showed up, four of them for each prisoner, to drag them off the ship. On camera, of course, so they had to struggle and fight. Carefully, in Alessia's case. Even reinforced, the gangplank bowed under her stride, and she didn't really dig in her heels or struggle until her feet were on solid ground again. Not a lot of effort in the struggle, just enough to play up for the camera, and they had assigned the four biggest "crewmen" the ship had. Wolfgang, Jane, Kingston and Craig. Big wolf, big cougar, big tiger, big bull, and all of them visibly smaller than their prisoner. Vanessa was sure the visual effect would be dramatic enough. Her escorts were less herculean, but she wasn't all that big herself.

The walking and struggles had the rope harness moving in very, very pleasant ways, and by the time they had made it to the town square, she had soaked the pair that ran between her legs, which did nothing to make the rubbing less erotic. Both sets of stocks were slid and locked into a pillory, putting her face to face with the tribal queen of tigresses. Again.

What followed was probably going to be the longest single shot of the show, with she and Alessia kissing and making out in their bonds while both of them were first spanked to tears, then fucked into a puddle. It was supposed to help them learn the error of their respective ways, but no one was buying that in the least, especially not when getting tears from the spanking had taken first bare hands, then a paddle, then a cane in her case, and a foll on whip for Alessia. Tough tigress took a lot of punishment. And the fucking was pretty fucking good, too. She had no idea who all had lined up on her, but there were quite a lot of big, enthusiastic dicks, both holes got plenty of stuffing, and she was completely, utterly exhausted by the time Kuroko called for a cut.

She and Alessia were both pet out of the stocks, wrapped up in towels, and had the harnesses untied. And water, lots of water. Kuroko wandered over from reviewing the footage, and Vanessa gave him a wary look.

"You're not about to say we have to do another take, are you?"

"Nah. Nothing that we can't fix in post. Actually wanted to make sure you two are alright. That was a pretty long round of punishment and fucking. Headspace okay?"

Alessia nodded. No surprise, the big girl practically lived in sub-space. Vanessa shrugged. "Nothing that the usual recovery won't fix."

The black fox nodded. "You've got room eight booked tomorrow, and the twins are all yours. We don't need you for shooting again until next Thursday, so take the time to relax and get your bearings back."