I stepped off the edge of the building, the sounds of screams echoing in my ears. I could hear the intake of breath, the panic scream and the rushing of air as I fell ten stories towards certain death. The wind buffeted me, screaming past my head as I watched the ground approach. I took a deep breath as the ground rushed up to greet me, 3 21

Cut! The director put down the megaphone. Make sure she's okay!

The crew cheered as I staggered to my feet as the crash bag deflated, my arms raised above my head in victory. The stunt must have looked amazing, I would have to wait to the end of the day to watch the rushes in the viewing room but I could tell that I had fallen well. That was my job, as I took the praise from the director and back slaps from the technical crew, my role was to make the great and the good, the female stars look amazing on screen. Despite the increase of CGI there was still a need for someone to take the fall and, in this game, I was one of the few women.

Sue that looked great. The producer smiled, getting it right first time saved time and time was money. They called me one shot on account of the fact that I would usually get the stunt done right first time.

***

My phone rang, my agent had work for me, a new spy film, a female lead think Bond with boobs he had giggled, I had rolled my eyes at this comment, after ten years of working together I had got used to his sense of humour. I was to go to the back lot at the studios tomorrow morning, it was an equestrian stunt first. I sighed, I hated horse stunts, the animals were so unpredictable but I had to say yes, there was competition and if I didn't do it someone else would, so I agreed.

***

I shook my head as wardrobe handed me white jodhpurs, polished riding boots and a hacking jacket, each at least a size too small for me. They had nodded and left me to get changed. The scene was simple, the horse was to be spooked and it would bolt I was to take a fall on a crash mat. I rehearsed the scene, walking it first on foot then riding it slowly. This would be simple.

We got ready for the shot, the leading actress dismounted and I took the reins, she coldly wished me good luck without even looking at me, I was used to this I was a nobody, sure I made them look good but I could be crap on their shoe.

I stood by with the horse pacing ready for the off, suddenly the director called action. I kicked on into a gallop, extending the pace until we were flying along, I passed the camera as it panned and looked for my mark. It was then I saw that there was no crash mat. Shit! I looked down, the ground was soft, I could probably get away with it. I took a deep breath and threw myself from the saddle. The ground was more than soft, there was a slick of mud which I hit at speed, I splashed down before sinking into the sloppy mire. I lay winded, I was covered in mud and all I could hear was the laughter of the crew. The leading lady approached sneering Oh very good! She snorted as she took a photo. I am so glad that didn't happen to me!

I staggered to my feet, I was covered in a thick layer of stinking mud, my boots covered, the white jodhpurs now a formless blob. I ripped off the jacket throwing it down before storming towards the director. The mud was slick and the boots slithered causing me to fall face first and sink again into the morass. The crew cried with laughter at my humiliation.

I stood up and sighed, wiping the worst of the mud from my face. I headed to the wardrobe department. I stripped off and stood under the shower starting to wash the gooey mud from my body. It was only as I stepped out that I looked in a mirror. I was blue! I shrieked, looking back at the shower water it was flowing blue. What the fu I gasped trying to rub off the dye.

I wanted to cry, this must be some mistake. I stared at the mirror, I looked like a smurf or an Avatar extra. I dressed quickly and ran to my car.

***

It was a week of scrubbing my skin. The studio said there had been some error, dye had been poured into a water tank, they apologised but there was nothing they could do. What was worse were the pictures of me rushing to my car, my face and hands bright blue someone had published them on Facebook and they were soon all over the press. So much for the unseen stunt woman.

My agent said there was more work for me on the same film, I was committed now, on contract and I could not break it without a massive cost. I sighed as he sent over the next stunt sequence. I shuddered as I read the detail. The spy was to be hit with a wave of road tar from a faulty tanker, the tar itself would be fake, some gunge but I was to be hit with a massive force from a real tanker.

We rehearsed without the tar, a real one shot, there was no way they would flood the set with hundreds of gallons of black gunge more than once. I was told it was some food thickener, totally safe.

Action!

I ran forward, fake gun in hand, I pulled the trigger and a small squib exploded on the tanker, at the same time the valve was triggered to open. I braced myself as the flood of warm gunge hit me knocking me from my feet. The flow seemed to be never ending, I lay gasping for breath as the flood finally subsided. It was only then that I realised something was wrong. I tried to stand up but was stuck solid. I struggled but I could not move. The paramedics approached before stopping, I could see the first, a female medic stepping into the gunge and then being unable to lift her foot. She was pulled back, her boot stuck in the black slime.

I was left lying staring at the sky, I suddenly heard sirens and eventually saw a fireman standing above me. Are you okay miss?

Yes I stuttered.

It seems that there has been some error. The rigged tanker is over there, you have been hit with real tar. He shrugged. We will try our best to get you out.

It took hours, the fire-fighters struggled with solvents before cutting me free from the solid tar. I was covered from head to toe, blackened and unable to move, it was another few hours before the solvents removed enough tar to let me move, but my hair had been shaved off.

***

No! My agent sighed.

Look you have to He paused. You don't know the cost for cancelling your appearance. They'll have to give you a wig, but you are clean now.

I was covered in tar Do you know how bad that was?

***

A factory scene. I shook my head.

The director explained the stunt, I was to ride a conveyor belt before sliding down a ramp. That was it, the actress would be cut into the final shot to make it look as if she had bravely ridden the belt. What could go wrong? He had said and I had to agree. We rehearsed the shot three times, this was simple. 'Fall' on the belt, stay face down until I slithered down a slide and stopped.

Action!

I tripped, prat-falling onto the belt making sure my wig did not slip. The belt trundled slowly, I lay still, this was simple. Suddenly there was a jerk, the belt moved, this was not right, I was now moving to the right away from the main belt and through a hatch in the wall. I tried to get up but was knocked back down by pipes above the belt.

I turned over, now looking up just as I was hit with a spray of warm liquid, I spat some out. Chocolate? Oh no, now I was a chocolate coated stunt performer. Great this no doubt some crew joke. I would be having words when I got out. My ride suddenly stopped as I reached a slide, slithering into the unknown, I shrieked sliding into what seemed to be a huge drum. I staggered to my feet just in time to be hit with a thick sludge. I slithered and slid trying to get to my feet again before I saw the lid start to close. I screamed out but was obviously unheard. The drum started to turn. I slipped and slid as the drum increased in speed. I was being thrown around in the slippery liquid. I tried to gain my feet but couldn't and was flung around the drum as it turned, each time being coated in the mess. I resigned myself to my fate, rolling into a tight ball and allowing myself to fall with the drum.

What seemed like hours passed before the drum stopped. I tried to move I stretched my limbs which were covered in a thick coating. The lid started to open and the drum tipped. I was unable to stop myself sliding and landing in a huge plastic tote box.

I looked up, the director was looking down laughing. Oh I am sorry, goodness knows what happened, you went into the live part of the plant. He smiled. I am glad you are okay. You are sugar coated.

I was wheeled to the crew base where the wardrobe team helped chip me free from a thick coating of sugar glaze. They lay me down to rest before trying to remove the rest.

I dozed. I was exhausted and bruised.

Oh you look good enough to eat. I looked up but couldn't move, the coating only having been removed from my legs I was still immobile. I felt someone sucking at my toes. Oh yummy! Still, very tasty. I felt the woman move higher, climbing my body. I could not see them as I could not move my upper body but I felt warmth between my legs. I shuddered as a warm tongue probed my pussy, sucking and pulling, dipping into my sex. I was disgusted but my body was starting to betray me as the mystery tongue found my clit and started to suck and tease. I gasped.

I felt a hand part my lips and slide something into my now moist vagina. There was a sudden low vibration which sent shivers through my body, my mystery intruder increased in speed and power until I was moments from cumming. My eyes rolled ready for the crest of the wave just as the vibrator stopped. I gasped, fighting the sudden stillness.

Clever isn't it? The woman laughed. Totally new, from Japan. It will tease you, bring you to the edge and stop before I felt the vibrations start again. Oh, there we are I wonder how you will cope with the frustration. Did I tell you by the way that they have finished for the day? I told them you had gone home I wonder how long you will be before someone finds you? There was an evil laugh as the dildo started intensifying again. The door of the cabin opened and slammed before I heard the door being locked.

I tried fighting against the hardened coating but it was too strong for me. I was trapped, naked from the hips down and being brought constantly to the edge of pleasure.
***

It was almost twenty-six hours before I was found. The crew had moved on to another shot. The wardrobe assistant was apologetic and soon released me from the coating with the help of solvents. I was exhausted, by body spent, as I sat up the vibrator slipped from my pussy. I grabbed it quickly before the wardrobe mistress saw it.

I staggered to my car but could only sleep.

***

I ignored my phone and email and it was only the banging on my door that roused. My agent was standing there. No

Listen

NO! I slammed the door. A piece of paper was pushed through the letterbox.

***

It was the last shot. I had realised my career and all my money were on the line if I failed to perform so I was standing, bound hand and foot in a pit. The star was supposed to have been kidnapped by gangsters and was to be buried in a foundation pit to be covered in concrete before the hero would save her.

I was unable to move, I just had to take a pit which would fill up with grey coloured porridge up to my neck. I had a radio earpiece in my ear and a hidden mic in my hairline. I could hear the director setting up the shot before a sudden voice cut through.

So we meet again! It was my female tormentor. Have you guessed these accidents were anything but?

Well, I was thinking

Serves you right for sleeping with my husband, you bitch! The voice hissed.

What?

Don't deny it Miss Taylor You slept with him

Miss Taylor?

Oh don't try that

Sue Taylor? I paused. That isn't me!

Don't lie bitch! The woman snarled.

No Sue broke her leg. I got the job at the last minute. Sue Jacobs.

What? The voice paused. Stop lying!

It's not a lie. I pleaded. I don't think they changed the call sheets, but I am not her.

There was a pause. I heard the director on my radio. All ready, tell me if you need to stop.

Yes Stop!

Okay, no response, I presume you are okay. He paused. Shit, my mic had been tampered with. Rolling everyone.

Shit! The woman's voice cut through. It's true Shit!

Yes It's true. For fucks sake what have you done?

Action!

Above me a cement mixer started and the flow started to quickly fill the hole, and hell this wasn't porridge. I yelled but it was clear the noise of the mixer was too loud. I shook my head at the camera position trying to mouth stop. The flow was rising quickly, up to my neck and clearly not stopping. I held my chin up but it was unrelenting.

There was a sudden splash. I saw a woman land in the concrete beside me, she took a gulp of air and dived beneath the surface, I felt her pulling at the ropes but it was too late my world went dark.

***

Can you hear me? My eyes snapped open. I was on a trolley a worried paramedic above me. Thank goodness.

How is? I looked up, there was a woman beside me covered in a layer of grey slop. Hi! She looked apologetically. Err Sorry!

***

I washed off the concrete, luckily enough it was quick enough to prevent serious burns. I walked across the now empty set and saw the woman approach me.

Oh Wow this is awkward. She coughed. Sorry!

I should have shouted, screamed, hit her Instead, I laughed. I don't know why but with all the risks I take in my life I couldn't feel anger.

Look It was a mistake.

Yeah You were going to drown me in concrete.

Look, you would have been rescued. It was just to frighten you.

Come with me I grabbed her and pulled her towards the factory. Pushing open a door I slammed her down on a conveyor belt. You were going to frighten me eh!

I hit a green button and watched as she was drawn into the plant, sliding into a vat. She landed with thump.

Please I was stupid! She sobbed. Please don't hurt me!

I smiled and pressed a button. A flood of what looked like thick strawberry jam started to fill the vat, I hit every button, there were flows of chocolate and custard. The woman was sinking fast, the sloppy mess up to her chin. How does that feel? She was sobbing and pleading as the flow rose. Bye!

***

I wasn't going to drown her Please don't think I would end it there. I had my hand hovering over the stop button and as it got far enough I stopped the flow. It was just enough for her to realise what she had done.

I let her sweat for a bit before telling her that she was aright, however I had no idea how to get her out. I tried lowering a rope but she failed to hold onto it. I sighed and tied a rope around my waist. Geronimo! I lept into the vat sinking into the sweet morass.

Come here! I grabbed her around the waist, it was a struggle but I am pretty strong so dragging her from the vat was easy. We slapped down onto the floor like landed fish. She apologised and pleaded for forgiveness. I wasn't swayed, that tar had been a bitch and she nearly drowned me so some revenge was due.

I grabbed my sloppy victim, I had just the thing

***

I walked into my basement, she was there a strange exhausted smile on her face, you see I had found there was more than one setting on the evil dildo. I have no idea how many orgasms had racked her body while I had slept but I knew that the intelligent software had learnt what drove them to cum and was making them happen faster and faster.
She was somewhat broken and had agreed to anything for me with one condition, I ensured the WiFi was on and receiving a signal before lying next to her bound body, I slipped the device into my pussy and slid my hands into the time lock handcuffs.
She had asked, well begged that I try this with her, so as the timer started to tick down another twelve hours I felt myself on the path to the first of many orgasms. Above our heads was a barrel another part of her condition, it was filled with liquid tar and rigged to tip over the person who let got of the trigger in their hand first, whether it be due to exhaustion or excitement. With twelve hours head start I fear my new friend was likely to get the tar treatment, however I wasn't sure that I could resist letting go of my trigger if I saw that happen Oh goodness, what had we become

To be continued