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 HELOISE Chapter 2



   Hole fell asleep and woke up about a half-dozen times and while awake
she began hallucinating that horrible monsters were after her, that she was
being eaten alive by cannibals, that she was in Hell surrounded by demons
jabbing her with pitchforks.

   When Mistress did check on her again she was furious at first about Hole
wetting and soiling her chair, but then realized she should have made
arrangements for her slave's bodily needs and functions.  She cut off all
the tape except the gag and blindfold, dumped Hole on the floor and headed
back out.  After a long time Hole summoned the strength to stand up, weak
and woozy from hunger and thirst and paced her cell -- a cloalbin Mistress
had called it?  She had no idea what that meant but it was a little less
than five paces across and not quite that deep.  The metal door was wide
with no handle or latch on the inside that she could feel.  She walked
around the room for a little while trying to work the aches out of her poor
muscles before she collapsed and curled up in a corner.

   Mistress came back hours later and Hole heard her do something to the
door with electric tools.  Hole couldn't imagine what and right then
couldn't even care.  The noise stopped and Mistress struggled to drag
something heavy into the room.  She ripped the tape off Hole's mouth and
eyes, causing her to instantly raising her hands to her eyes to protect
them from the glare of the small electric lantern Mistress brought in.

   "Here's your water supply, cunt," she said, pointing to a five-gallon
bucket full of water with some rubber tubing coming out of the lid.

   Hole crawled over, took the tube in her mouth and gratefully drank. 
"Thank you, Mistress," she said sincerely when she finished.

   "We want to to stay nice and healthy, don't we?" Mistress mocked,
"You've got a long life ahead serving me and your Master."

   She set a metal dish full on the floor and commanded Hole, "Eat up," but
when the slave obeyed she kicked it away from her on a whim.

   Hole chased it across the floor and Mistress kicked it away again and
again, enjoying the sight of her slave crawling around on all fours like an
animal.  Hole finally gave up, angering Mistress.

   "I told you to eat, you stupid bitch!" she screamed.

   Hole resumed her role in the game, desperately trying to catch the bowl.
Mistress finally tired of it and Hole crawled over to the food -- dry dog
food but she didn't care, it was life itself.  She devoured it greedily,
making up for days, maybe a week of starvation.  She caught sight of
Mistress from the corner of her eye and saw that she had pulled up her
dress and was masturbating vigorously.  Hole was disgusted by this
perversion and by the fact that it was obviously inflicting cruelty on her
victim that had turned her on.

   As if she could read Hole's thoughts, Mistress said, "Oh!  How I'd love
to have you eating my pussy!  No more, if you eat too much on an empty
stomach it'll make you puke."

   Hole obeyed, knowing that her Mistress was correct.

   "Now for your bathroom," Mistress said, handing her an adult diaper.

   Hole wanted to ask what about cleaning herself off but didn't protest.

   Mistress ordered her to stand up and put her hands on her head.  She
fastened a leather collar with steel rings set into it all around.  Next
she took Hole's wrists and placed leather cuffs on them.  Hole correctly
guessed her owner's wishes and put her hands back on top of her head after
the cuffs were attached.  Mistress padlocked a heavy metal chain to the
collar and the other to the metal hook she had set into the door.

   "Go ahead," she said, "feel free to walk around.  We want you to get
your exercise now."

   Hole tried it out and the chain was long enough for her to walk not
quite to the back wall.

   "Okay, that's enough," Mistress said, "you will not stand upright like a
human without your Master or Mistress' permission."

   Hole obeyed and knelt, putting her face to the floor.

   "Very good," Mistress said, "wait there a minute, I'll be right back."

   She went upstairs and returned quickly telling Hole, "I've got some news
for you."

   She read to Hole from the LA newspapers.  The press had come up with a
nickname for her: MURDER MAID.  All the stories quoted neighbors and loved
ones about what a wonderful person the old widow had been and decrying the
viciousness of the killers.  Only a few said they couldn't believe that
Hole was involved.  Editorials called for the death penalty, criticized the
cops for not finding the killers.

   "Congratulations, you've got your fifteen minutes of fame," Mistress
mocked, adding, "by the way if you need something to do try practicing your
English.  When I give you to your Master I don't want a trace of that
stupid, ignorant accent left.  Now, if you'll excuse me I have a funeral to
go to."

   She made to leave, then realized she had forgotten something.  She
locked short chains from Hole's collar so that her hands could barely reach
her waist.  The door slammed shut and she was plunged into darkness again.
She ate a little more Alpo and drank a more water before curling up in a
corner.

   Hole was alone for days, she couldn't tell how many and sheer boredom
was driving her nuts.  She tried to count to a million.  She listened to
every little noise until she knew them, from furnace kicking in to the
refrigerator turning on and off to mice scurrying through her cell. She
tugged and tugged at the chain, knowing it was impossible but still
desperately dreaming of escape.  She only ate a little at a time to stretch
out her supply.  After the bowl was empty she was reduced to scrounging
around on the floor, trying to find any little pieces she might have
dropped.  She yearned for the sound of another human voice, even
Mistress's, but she had more immediate reasons for withing Mistress would
come back.  The diaper was not just full but overloaded and soggy, sticking
to her.  Soon her ass and privates were burning intolerably.  The way
Mistress had chained her she couldn't reach down to scratch or even try to
re-adjust the diaper clinging to her.

   To distract herself from her misery she tried practicing her English as
Mistress had ordered her to.  She tried to kill herself.  She banged her
head against the wall, but it was impossible for her to do it hard enough
to really do any damage.  She supposed that basic survival instinct took
over no matter how resolved she was to bash in her own skull.  She wanted
Mistress to find her cold, dead body when she got back.  The only thing to
do was to quit drinking from the bucket and let herself die of thirst.  She
curled up in the corner and waited for death to come, waking repeatedly,
thirst demanding that she take a drink but she refused.  Finally, it was
impossible.  She couldn't hold on any more -- she crawled across her cell
and sucked down the precious water.  Suicide would have to wait.