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 HELOISE Chapter 5



   Over the next days and weeks Hole's new life took shape.  She rose every
morning, wnet outside and relieved herself like a dog in the bushes and
"showered" using the garden hose before returning to the house.  She
prepeared breakfast for her owners and she learned what they liked and how
to cook it not because they told her because they punished her whenever she
made their coffee too strong or their eggs too runny.  Mistress usually
punished her on the spot, spanking her with her bare hand until she decided
that a wooden cutting board was perfect for smacking Hole's ass.  Master
tended to save up her offences and work her over later.  The worst, if not
the most painful punishment came when she especially enraged him.  He would
ask Mistress to hold her while he beat her with his fists, punching her in
the gut, below the belt, and usually finished up giving her a good shot in
the solar plexus and leaving her on the floor gasping for breath.

   Every day breakfast was followed by her workout.  Both her owners were
fitness freaks and insisted she keep in shape as well.  Even before she had
eaten she had to do her aerobics, calisthenics, running and weight training
with Master always demanding more, more, more.  Only then did she don her
apron and go about her housework.  She actually felt more naked with the
apron on than without it.  She dusted and cleaned the toilets and swept and
scrubbed and mopped, always on all fours if the task at hand could possibly
be performed that way.  After a while she managed to keep the house clean
enough that Master and Mistress couldn't find fault even when they did
their white-glove inspections.  But they sprung a surprise on her.  Half
the rooms in the historic old plantation manor were closed off with the
furniture dust-covered.  They opened all the upstairs rooms and demanded
that she keep them as clean as the rest of the house.  It took weeks until
she completed the task, earning more chastisements every day until she
finished the huge task.

   Hole fell in love with Mistress and gloried in serving her.  She felt
like a favored chambermaid to a queen.  Hole loved dressing and undressing
her, bathing her, being allowed to soap up her lovely body, shampoo her
hair and brush it for her.  After a couple weeks Mistress demanded that
Hole wipe her and then lick her privates to make sure she'd gotten them
clean she didn't hesitate to obey, in fact felt privileged to provide this
new service for her owner.  She loved being allowed to massage and caress
her, kiss her breasts, eat her pussy.  Even Mistress's punishments were
intimate moments.  Mistress chastised her with spanking, teased her cunt,
keeping her on the edge until she screamed for mercy, pinched and twisted
her breasts and nipples and clitoris.  But all that was more than made up
for when she granted Hole the privilege of being screwed with a strap-on or
allowed to do herself with a vibrator.

   Master was a different matter altogether, more cold and impersonal.  He
really did consider her property and seemed determind to work her until he
got his money's worth.  Her second day he put clamps on her nipples
connected with a chain and informed her that they would stay on until she
learned to give and absolutely perfect blowjob.  To help not choke on his
didck he made her wear a cock gag in her mouth when she went to bed.  After
several sleeples nights spent gagging she at last learned to relax her
throat.  She could tell he enjoyed watching her agony as she did her
exercises -- jumping jacks or ran in place with the chain bouncing up and
down, yanking her tortured titties even more.  By the end of the week she
was able to take his whole cock in her mouth and bring him off when her
told her too, but it was another week until he decided she had finally
mastered the art of fellatio and removed the chain.

   He was amused that she was still embarrassed by dirty words and always
made a point of addressing calling her names like cunt, slut, whore, and of
course, fuckhole.  At first he only used her mouth and reamed her ass and
she wondered if not fucking her was out of some kind of loyalty to Mistress
and she longed for him to fill up her empty, aching cunt.  The explanation
was simpler.  He really he was just waiting for her next period so she
could get her started on birth control shots.  Then he used all three
orifices as he wished but it was nothing like the way Mistress used her. 
She considered herself and Mistress to be almost lovers but whenever Master
used her he seemed to be driven by anger or hate even more than lust.  She
never liked being used by him -- she found oral sex disgusting and getting
buggered a torture.  But over time she learned to enjoy it when he fucked
her pussy and even looked forward to it which made her feel that she was
being disloyal to Mistress.

   He seemed determined to ensure that she was always in pain, or at least
uncomfortable and he loved to experiment!  She saw him sometimes on the
computer checking out internet sites and shuddered to think what he had
planned for her next.  He started out simply, using the cuffs on her
wrists, ankles, elbows and knees or trying out the different instruments in
Mistress's toy box.  He bound her with her legs so wide apart that she
thought she would split in half and her arms tied tightly behind her back
up to the elbow so her shoulders were ready to pop out of her shoulders. 
Then he started hogtying her, bending her almost her body formed a
half-circle.  Even after she was released she carried the aches and pains
from this treatment for days afterwards.  He quit whipping and spanking her
when he realized that these "punishments" were now not just turning her on
but often making her come so he tried more dastardly ways to inflict pain
on her.  He gave her enemas of freezing cold water held in by a buttplug so
she had to perform her duties all day long with her guts killing her.  He
"crucified" her, tying her arms to a crossbeam in the garage.  All day long
she hung, dripping sweat in the sweltering heat, the whole weight of her
body pulling down, making it harder for her to breathe.  She cried all
night, begging to be released, knowing that he couldn't hear her.  Finally
at sunrise he appeared and took her down.  She embraced his legs and kissed
his feet, begging forgiveness, promising her obedience and loyalty -- and
love.



   Her only respite was the evenings they let her into the living room
while they watched TV.  Sometimes she knelt next to their easy chairs and
one or the other played idly with her nipples and clit or got on all fours
to serve as a footstool.  And a lot of evenings wound up with her favorite
activity, getting fucked.  They spoke as if she weren't even there so
eventually she learned more about them.  She'd always wondered how Master,
being a doctor, had so much time on his hands.  He had inherited some money
from his family and multiplied it in the stock market, getting out before
the dot-com bubble burst.  Sick of working for hospitals and HMO's, he'd
quit and only treated a few old patients in his home office.  Mistress also
had money of her own which she'd also multiplied in the market.

   They decided to move to California and Hole became more and more excited
as the day approached.  She spent more time in her cell because Master and
Mistress didn't want her to be seen by any outsiders.  Finally the moving
vans came and it was off to sunny California.  Or so she thought.