Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. HELOISE, Chapter 7 Her owners' new home was absolutely gorgeous, a big ranch house in the wine country. And Hole's new accommodations were equally luxurious, at least as far as she was concerned. Master and Mistress gave her a small apartment above the garage with a bed-sitting room and full bath. She looked for the bed and discovered it was behind what she thought was a closet door and folded down just like in all the old movies. The rest of the furniture looked like it came from a thrift shop but she didn't care. So what if the shower was the size of a phone booth and she could only stand up straight when she first came in because of the sloping roof? So what if the sink and shower only ran cold water? To her it was a penthouse. The other big surprise she got was that they were allowing her clothing. Maid's uniforms, actually, and not the Victoria's Secret kind but real deal just like Hazel on TVland -- dress, thigh high stockings, sensible nurse's shoes, cap and apron. They'd even provided her with some off-duty clothes; cotton sun dresses, skirts, t-shirts. No underwear, of course and no clothing that would cover her privates. When she came downstairs in her maid's uniform, ready to work, Master sat her down at the kitchen table and handed her a manila envelope. She opened it and found her new identity, Renee Danvers, complete with birth certificate, high school diploma, non-driver's ID card from the motor vehicle department, Social Security card, everything. She looked at Master, confused. "The Order provides new identities for slaves so we won't have to keep you hidden in the basement all the time," he smirked, "isn't that nice?" "Yes, Master," she agreed hesitantly. "And you're officially an employee now, you'll be paid fifteen hundred a month plus the apartment and full health coverage," he went on, "pretty damned generous, I'd say." "Yes, Master," she repeated. "Just don't forget what you really are," he warned. "I won't Master, I promise," she said fervently. "And what are you?" "I'm your worthless nigger cunt slave -- for life" she answered, "that's all I ever want to be." Master looked like he wanted to give her a new lesson in servitude right then and there but the landscapers arrived and he had to go supervise them. She had a huge amount of work with the new house, of course, especially since there were still gardeners, plumbers, and other workmen running around. One thing she did notice about the new house was the number of eye hooks placed strategically in the walls and ceilings. A few had potted plants hanging from them but she knew that wasn't their primary purpose and she could hardly wait to be hung and stretched on them. But since Master and Mistress were busy supervising the renovations they hardly used Hole at all for the first couple weeks. She found one effect of being allowed to wear clothes was that it affected her attitude -- it was easy to remember her position when she was kept naked and living in a cellar all the time. But now she found herself resenting being peremptorily ordered about, worked for twelve or fourteen hours a day, ignored as if she were a piece of furniture. And she longed to eat Mistress's pussy or take Master's cruel cock up her ass, or even receive a good whipping from their hands. They could have hired a regular maid to do what she was doing -- if they could have gotten someone to put up with the long hours. Saturday was a treat, Mistress, or Mrs. Forrest, as she had to call her when others were present, gave her her first paycheck and took her to town. "We'll get you all set up at the bank," Mistress promised, running her hand up Hole's thigh, "do some shopping. You can pick some things up for yourself." "That sounds nice," Hole agreed. Mistress's touching her leg was driving her crazy. They finally arrived downtown before she was ready to explode. The banker fell all over himself greeting Mrs. Forrest. Why not, Hole thought, in a small town like this he's probably never seen anybody as rich as the For rests. She knew he'd never give her a second glance, or even a first, if it weren't for Mistress but he was all smiles as he started her account for her. As Mistress suggested she kept two hundred dollars for walking around money and deposited the rest. Then it was off to the grocery store. She pushed the cart as Mistress selected which items to get. She picked up a few items of her own, too, toiletries and a couple paperbacks. At the checkout no one made a move to bag their order so she did and carried everything back to the car. "Maybe you'd like to pick out a few things for your apartment," Mistress suggested, pointing out a thrift shop down the street. She picked up a fan, and AM/FM/cassette deck and a coffee table but Mistress objected that the table looked awfully flimsy. It was perfectly nice and she was ready to argue and then caught herself. She went back and picked a bigger one that was solidly constructed of two-by-fours. Perfect for tying a helpless slave to, she thought. After they got home Hole got everything put away Mistress ordered her to strip and her heart leapt. She followed Mistress on all fours to the living room where Master was waiting. Mistress snapped her collar on her neck and her cuffs on her wrists and ankles. It was a relief to be naked again, dressed only in her bonds. She stared longingly at the bulge in Master's pants and breathed the sweet aroma of Mistress's arousal. She longed to satisfy their desires but first they toyed with her, playing fetch. Throwing small rubber balls about the room, she was made to run around on hands and knees, picking them all up one at a time and return them to Master while Mistress followed her, spanking her ass with a long-handled wooden paddle, demanding that she go faster, faster, berating her for being such a worthless cunt. She wanted to scream that she was trying her best, that there was no way she could possibly accomplish her task in the thirty seconds allotted. But that was the point, it washer duty to do even the impossible if that was what her owners demanded and she knew she deserved to be punished for failure. Just when she felt ready to collapse from exhaustion Mistress called a halt and told Hole to eat he pussy. Hole happily complied. She was forbidden to use her hands so she used her teeth to carefully pulled Mistress's stockings and panties down and her head disappeared under Mistress's skirt. She slid her tongue between the folds of Mistress's pussy and tasted again her sweet juices. Mistress moaned with pleasure, leaned back against the wall and spread her legs a little wider. Master came over to massage and suckle Suzanne's breasts and she erupted in a series of orgasms as Hole licked her clit for all she was worth. At long last Mistress told her to stop. She was ready for what was coming next, sucking Master's cock, but it didn't happen. Instead he rammed his cock into his wife's pussy, filling Hole with envy and anger. When they finished she brought them drinks and as they relaxed Master came up with a new game. This time he tossed a handful of marbles on the floor and instead of bringing them back one by one she had to bring them all back at once, filling her mouth with them. Of course, the more she had in her mouth the harder it was to pick up more without spilling some. The game only stopped when Suzanne reminded Nathan that it was time to get ready, leaving Hole collapsed on the floor. She was still there when they came back down, decked out in their finest. "Hey, get up you lazy nigger!" Master barked, kicking her in the stomach. She obeyed and he led her to the middle of the room where there was already a rope threaded through the eye hooks in a wide wooden beam to one on the wall. He tied it to her wristcuffs and pulled the rope till her arms were raised above her head. "We didn't punish her for the crappy job she did with the marbles," Master observed. "We'll be late," Mistress protested. "So will everybody else," he insisted, "it'll only take a couple minutes." Mistress allowed herself to be persuaded and went to the chest in the corner that reminded Hole of pirate movies. She chose the long rawhide strap and laid into Hole with a will. Hole cried out in pain but soon came as Mistress made sure she did a complete job, not missing any part of her slave's body. When she finished Master approached her with a leather paddle about a thick leather paddle about a foot long and four inches wide. Hole looked at it in anticipation -- she hadn't seen one like that before. The first time it landed on her ass she yelped and was amazed how heavy it was. After giving her behind a good working over he concentrated on her breasts, making sure to get the tops, sides, nipples and underneath making her scream in agony. "We've GOT to get going," Suzanne insisted. "Yes, dear," Nathan replied meekly. He put the paddle down but before he followed Mistress out he cinched up the rope a few more notches until Hole's feet barely touched the floor and popped a DVD into the player, commenting, "We wouldn't want you to get bored while we're out." Once they were gone the pleasure Master and Mistress had given with the strap and paddle drained out of her and she was left with nothing but agony with nothing but the movie to distract her. She loved the book, having read aloud from it for Mistress dozens of times -- some parts she almost had memorized. But the movie left a lot to be desired, Hole thought. She wanted to see O being used by Rene and Sir Stephen and all the others at Roissy. She wished they would actually show the branding iron as it seared into O's flesh. She winced when she thought about it, though -- the idea of branding a slave seemed so natural and she wondered if Master and Mistress would ever do that to her but at the same time it terrified her. The movie ended and automatically restarted and again Hole was frustrated by what they didn't show -- O at Anne-Marie's getting her pussy whipped. She certainly knew what that felt like! Just the thought of watching the riding crop land on O's cuntlips aroused her so much she forgot about how much her whole body hurt. The worst thing about the movie, though, was the ending. So stupid of Sir Stephen to fall in love with O and set her free, as if they could ever be happy together as a "normal" couple. And when she burned him with the cigarette! Hole couldn't imagine a punishment to fit such an act by a slave. She cataloged all her aches and pains, from her cramping calf muscles to her abused titties to, worst of all, the excruciating unsatisfied fire in her cunt. She heard Master and Mistress's SUV pull into the driveway. "Have you been a good girl while we were out?" Mistress teased when they came in. "Yes, Mistress," Hole replied. Master lifted her chin and looked at the dried tears covering her face. "Poor little thing. Are you horny?" "Oh, yes, Master!" she whispered. He let the rope down a little so she could stand on her feet. He dropped his pants and shoved his dick into he sopping wet cunt. "OOOooooooohhhhhhhhh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!!!" she screamed, "fuckme, fuckme, fuckme, Master, fuckme -- ohhh, thank you, thank you!" Mistress selected a large dildo into Hole's anus and she screamed again, this time in torment as the too-large instrument was forced up into the too-narrow opening. Soon Master and Mistress were working in rhythm and Hole's brain was bombarded with two conflicting sensations; pleasure in her cunt and hurt in her ass. The cycle went on and on -- cuntpleasure-asstorture, cuntpleasure-ass-torture, cuntpleasure-asstortured until it all blended together into one super-intense rapture that overwhelmed her. Finally, after ages, Master finished and Mistress removed the dildo. Without a word he released her and she crawled off to her bed. I must be really sick, she thought as she lay there. How could I possibly enjoy this? But all the joy she felt was real -- where did that come from? It was as if her skin had turned into one big erogenous zone and the strap and paddle were a loving tongue and hand, lovingly licking and caressing her. She thought back to her former life -- normal, boring, half-dead, not belonging to anyone, not belonging anywhere. Did Mistress know what a favor she had done her? That she had brought her to life? Her hard-paddled ass and stretched-out anus were still screaming. She rolled over and her bruised breasts protested. She accepted all the pain. It felt like coming home.