Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. HELOISE Chapter 4 Finally, their anniversary! They went out to the fanciest restaurant in town, as always and exchanged gifts when they got home. N.B. gave her a beautiful matched diamond necklace, bracelet and earrings set. She handed him a large, heavy box. He shook it, wondering what it was. He unwrapped it and inside were -- all sorts of things; dildoes, cuffs, whips, chains and more. He looked at her dumbfounded. "Tonight, all our dreams come true," she told him, "your fantasies about owning a slave like in the old days, my lesbian fantasies, all of it." "What . . . what do you mean?" he stuttered. Surely she wasn't offering herself to play the slave role. Their sex life had always been hot. They had played a few light bondage games on each other and he always suspected that she'd had a couple discreet lesbian affairs. But all the instruments in the box went way beyond anything they'd ever discussed. "Here, put this on," she said, "I've got one more present for you." She led him out to the patio and sat him down in the porch swing then went down to the coalbin to get Hole. She'd debated how to do this -- clean Hole up, make her crawl out to her new Master. She'd finally decided to give her to Nate just as she was, filthy and still disoriented from her weeks in captivity. Hole was thrilled to get out of her cell, no matter what awaited her. Remembering the rules, she got on all fours and followed Mistress like a dog. Once they got to the patio she was blinded by the glare of the spotlights. She knelt and put her hands behind her neck. Master got a whiff of her and recoiled from the stench. "Okay, take it off and meet your new slave," Mistress said. "You!" he yelled when he recognized her. He launched himself at her in rage. "WAIT!" Suzanne cried as she caught him and pushed him back down, then ordering Hole, "tell him." "I am . . your dirty, filthy, lousy nigger cunt slave," she told him, "I belong to you and Mistress for life and I exist only to please you and serve your needs. My name is Hole because that is the name my Mistress gave me. "And, Master, I am so, so sorry about what happened to Mrs. Forrest. I didn't know how bad Rashim was. I guess I just talked too much about how nice her house was and the pretty antiques she had and everything. I swear I never knew he was planning anything like that. But I know I deserve to be punished." "You lying black bitch!" he snarled, the hatred in her voice terrifying her, "YOUR fingerprints were on the gun! On the bullets even!" "I swear, Master, I didn't do it. Rashim showed me the gun once and he showed me how to load it and everything," she pleaded. "So why didn't you call the cops?" he demanded, "This ghetto gangster shows you his nine and it doesn't even occur to you that he might do something?" "No, yes, I mean I thought of it but if the cops got in it they'd find out I was illegal they'd ship me back to Haiti," she explained, by now believing the story Mistress had indoctrinated her with, "I know I did wrong and I ought to be punished." "She's telling the truth," Mistress cut in, "she wasn't an accomplice, not before, anyway." "Well, how did you get her?" Master asked. "When I saw how broken up you were over your mama I decided to get you some justice," Mistress explained proudly, "the boyfriend was already dead. If they ever caught her some shyster lawyer would get her off on some stupid technicality. So I hired some . . . very special investigators to track her down and deliver her. I think being our slave is an appropriate punishment, don't you?" Master sat quietly for a minute, thinking, then he smiled. It was perfect. He could wreak his revenge on Heloise -- on Hole and fulfill his dreams at the same time and he could imagine the plans that his wife had for the girl. "Happy anniversary, dear" Mistress purred, "do you like your present?" "It's absolutely the best," he told her, "How long have you had her? I mean, awhile, right, where've you been hiding her?" "Since about two weeks after the murder. I've been keeping her down in the coalbin," she explained. "The coalbin!" he exclaimed, "for . . . three and a half months? You're lucky she didn't go insane. Whew, she reeks, we should probably clean her up before we do anything else." Suzanne notice the erection pressing against his zipper and said, "No, before we do anything else . . ." She freed his cock, pulled her dress up and impaled herself on it. She was so hot that she came the instant that he slid inside her. She sped up and slowed down to prolong his pleasure until he panted, "Oh, I love you . . . faster . . . now . . . yes, yes, yes!" and shot his load. It was the best sex he'd ever had. They sat holding each other, basking in the glow for a long time. "Wouldn't you like to punish her before we clean her up?" Mistress finally suggested. He nodded yes and she went and attached Hole's wristcuffs to a chain she had hung from the porch roof earlier in the day, leaving her victim dangling with her toes barely touching the ground. They chose their weapons. Master took the strap -- about three feet long, three inches wide and half an inch thick. Mistress grabbed the cat o' nine tails. They stood on either side of Hole and Mistress nodded to him to start. The blow landed across her back sending her spinning. Mistress went to work with the cat. Blows landed faster and faster on her back, tits, legs, thighs, cunt, ass, belly, again and again. She cried and sobbed and begged for mercy and screamed in pain but the punishment didn't stop until Master's arm got tired. "Thank you, Master, thank you, Mistress," Hole said. He inspected her, at once horrified and turned on by the sight of the welts and stripes that covered her all the way from her shoulders down to knees. Suzanne had gotten so aroused that she pulled her dress up again and fingered herself to more orgasms. Wordlessly she went and got the garden hose and sprayed Hole with the cold water. Master went in the house and brought out a bar of naphtha soap, a rough sponge and a scrub brush. The soap burned, especially the welts Mistress had inflicted on her. They rubbed it all over her body and went to work, inflicting even more punishment on her tenderized skin with the sponge and brush. After three wash and rinse cycles they decided her hair was too tangled and snarled to wash so they shave her head. Then Mistress came up with an evil idea. She turned the hose up to full pressure and blasted her nipples and her ass and finally her pubes. Hole screamed but not totally from pain. "You just came, didn't you, you slut?" Mistress demanded. "Yes, Mistress," Hole admitted, "but it hurt, it really hurt." "See? I told you you'd love being a cunt slave." They unhooked her and she returned to her knees. Master stood before her and she knew what he wanted. She undid his pants and started licking his balls and his cock, doing her best to copy what the girls in the videos did. She took it in her mouth and ran her tongue around the head and was rewarded with moans of pleasure from Master. He put his hand on her head. Here goes nothing, she thought. At least he didn't have a huge penis like the horse-hung studs in some of the movies. She got about halfway down before she started to gag. She fought it but she couldn't help it and she pulled back. Master wasn't having any of that. He took her hair and forced his cock all the way in, ignoring her choking. She tried her best to keep licking and to tighten her lips around it. Master found the thrill of raping her face even better than a getting a good blowjob. At last her jammed it all the way back to her tonsils and blasted his sperm down her throat. She coughed and gagged and couldn't take it. Jizz came out her nose and dribbled out the corners of her mouth. "You've got one week to learn to give an absolutely perfect deep-throat," he told her, adding, "I should get her in the office and check her out," Master said, his medical instincts returning now that he was sated. Mistress rolled her eyes at him and headed off to take a shower and change. He led his slave through the house and into his office. Hole was shocked by the sudden change in his attitude. In just a moment he switched from evil Master torturing his slave to concerned doctor caring for a patient. He took her blood pressure, listened to her heart, made her say "Ah". He looked over the stripes on her body and noticed that some were bleeding. He rubbed disinfectant ointment over the worst of them. Mistress came back downstairs an dwatched with interest as he started his gynecological exam. Hole felt more exposed and naked than ever with her feet up in the stirrups as he sat down on the stool. Hole's vagina was small and tight and he had to use his smallest speculum. "Surprise, surprise!" he said, "she's a virgin!" Of course I am, Heloise wanted to scream, I'm a good girl. "You're kidding!" "Sure enough," he mused. He finished the exam without further comment and stood up. "What have you been feeding her?" he asked. "Dog food," she said. "Okay, we'll have to change that," he told Suzanne, "she's basically in good health. Her skin and muscle tone aren't good and she's got sores -- you didn't give her a bed?" Mistress shook her head no. "Well, the sores are probably from sleeping on the concrete. Basically she needs some fresh air, better food and some exercise," he explained, "I think we can arrange that." Suzanne motioned him to step out of the office and he followed her. "Let me pop her cherry. Please," she pleaded. "Well . . ." he hesitated. He'd never in his life had a virgin. "I'll flip you for it," she suggested. He smiled and took a quarter out of his pocket. "Call," he said as he tossed it. "Tails," she said. He caught it and then they both looked in anticipation. It was tails. She smiled and went to get her box of toys. She called Hole into the living room and she came crawling in obediently. Master helped Mistress place ankle cuffs on her and attach the wrist cuffs to them. Then Mistress hooked the spreader bar to her slave's knees and pushed them as far apart as they would go. Hole stared up at them, terrified and Mistress knelt beside her. "Don't worry, honey," she crooned, "you'll love it. You've always wanted to know what it was like, haven't you?" "Yes, Mistress," Hole admitted. "Right, well now you'll finally find out what it's like to have a cock up your snatch," Mistress said. She massaged Hole's breasts and ran her fingers through her pubic hair. She parted Hole's lips and gently rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger. In spite of herself Hole moaned with arousal. "There," Mistress said, "you're getting all nice and wet. Let's do it." Master flipped her over so she was facedown on her knees, her legs spread painfully wide apart, her ass sticking out begging to be used. His eyes bugged out when he looked at Suzanne and saw the toy she was getting ready. A double vibrator, connected at the base so they made a "V". One was normal sized, a little bigger than him but the other was huge -- at least ten inches long and as big around as a soup can. He wanted to tell her she couldn't use it, that it was too much but he didn't. Mistress worked the smaller vibrator up into herself and fixed it in place with the straps. She turned them both on and rubbed the head of big one between Hole's pussy lips, making her slave come immediately. "See, I told you you'd love it," Mistress said. Then she plunged into Hole's cunt, ripping through her hymen. Hole screamed in pain as Mistress worked the dildo into her deeper and deeper, stretching her, ripping her apart from the inside, splitting her in half. She screamed and screamed and begged for mercy but it did her no good. Mistress finally got the whole thing in. She reached under and pinched and pulled on Hole's nipples. The pain was unbearable, then suddenly she had an orgasm and another, and another. As the rape continued she went back and forth in a cycle of unbearable pain and orgasmic pleasure blended into overwhelming intensity. Mistress was loving every second, coming repeatedly herself. She had always wanted to know what it was like to have a dick, to be the fucker rather than the fuckee. She loved it. She finally stopped only because she was getting tired. Hole caught a breath, glad that the evening's festivities were over. Then she realized she had one more orifice to be violated and it wasn't going to be spared. Master had watched his wife's performance with shock, marvelling at her frenzy and enjoyment . . . and with arousal. He walked around Hole, taking in the image of her helplessness. There was some blood dripping from her vagina and he made a note to check her later. He got some lube from his office, squirted it on her ass and worked it up inside her rectum. His fingers inside her wasn't bad but then the head of Master's cock was pressing against the small opening. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and entered her. It was SO hot and SO tight . . . Good thing I made her suck me off earlier, he thought, or I'd have shot my load in about two seconds. He'd never done anal sex in his life. Most of the women he'd been with he never even tried asking and those he did ask refused and thought he was a perv. But this, this was better than he ever dreamed of. Hole instinctively clenched her anal muscles, trying to repel this invasion but that just made it tighter and more enjoyable for Master. He couldn't hold out much longer and with three mighty final thrusts he gave her her first jizz enema. He left his cock inside her until it went totally limp an withdrew. For Hole it wasn't as bad as she'd feared. Maybe it was because of the punishment Mistress had put her through -- after that even sodomy wasn't too bad. Getting it up the ass reheated her cunt a little bit but it didn't make her come the way Mistress's fucking had. She hardly noticed when Master and Mistress went upstairs.