Hole House - a Modern Slave Ranch

☆ Note - this is dark. D.A.R.K. There's bondage and incest and cheating and images of extreme sex. Questionable consent, actual non consent and blackmail and there is verbal degradation and abuse. I know this. No need to comment. Free speech.

DONT DO THIS. Hell, it's best for most of you not even to play this way. If you are considering trying this for real. Just stop. Get Help. Talk to a professional. This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves. NOT REAL.

Also - Don't get all offended over a fantasy. This is not a personal attack on you, your beliefs or your morals. If it isn't your thing. Move on. No need to comment.

My wife, Kassie, settled beside me on the couch bringing a glass of wine for both of us, while my fucktoy Hole knelt on all fours in front of me, throating my cock like a machine, powering through the random shocks I delivered deep into her asshole by the electric buttplug I held the remote to. The funny part is, Hole had really become a damn good throatpig. Allowing full penetration on every stroke. Tongue working nonstop. No gagging. No sound. Never stopping.

You can tell its silly little mind was fully focused on just being the perfect "Hole" for as long as I demanded. No, the shocks weren't for punishment or training, not anymore. They were to throw it off its stride. To make it break that metronome like precision I'd beaten into it through long hours of practice. These strong shocks, applied liberally, were to keep me from cumming too soon. I didn't want it to succeed. I much rather enjoyed it being a failure.

I can always punish failure.

Like now. If it didn't make me cum before betdtime, I was going to fuck my wife. And make it watch. Probably help. Definitely clean up after. And that would break another little piece of it's cheating black heart. That was my goal tonight. To once again demonstrate why it would never be good enough to be considered a real person again.

I was rather fond of this pig though and allowed it to think it was successfully cumming without me knowing. It was a little strange, I admit. I'd never met any female that was as eager for denial and humiliation as this little yankee freak. Christine. The cheating fucksow. The Hole.

I guess sometimes people are just born to be victims. This one was turned on by it. We were the perfect pair. I hit it with the shocker again. Watched as its cunt dripped onto the living room carpet. Yep, I was definitely a lucky man.

"Do you ever feel sorry for these things you drag home, Mr. Black?" my wife asked taking a sip of dark red wine.

" What? Like this pierced, freakpig Nazi whore here? No, baby girl. I don't. It chose this life."

I thought the thick black swastikas tattooed on the backs of Holes hands were one of my best ideas ever. It would never be able to get a decent job again. So much for that college degree.

"I thought you chose to make it a pig."

"Honey, no man can choose that for a woman. No, this thing chose to betray its husband, family and God all on its own. By getting into the car with a man that wasn't its husband, it chose to throw everything away. I'm just the manifestation of the punishment it deserves."

"I'm married Mr. Black, and I cheat on you frequently. Where's my punishment?"

"You fuck other men because I tell you to. You fuck these pigs and slaves because you're the Mistress of this house and have to keep them in line."

"Well, I enjoy it too."

"Yes, baby, because you're an evil bitch you enjoy it too."

We laughed together and shared a wine coated kiss while Hole continued its mindless task after a brief stutter caused by a strong shock from the plug.

"HAVE you actually cheated on me Mrs. Black? Tell the truth." I asked looking into her green eyes.

"No, husband. I have not. Ever. I've been tempted. I've had offers. I'll even admit to bringing up seducing certain men I wanted to fuck, hoping you would see a good angle in it for our success. But no, I've never cheated on you. I never will."

"Because you know what I would do to you?"

"No, because you took me out of a shithole strip club after a nightmare childhood and told me the complete truth. About what I was and where my life would end up. About who you are and what being with you would entail. Even about how you would expect me to.....contribute to your plans. And you told me what the benefits of a life as your wife would be. You have kept your word on everything. So I've kept my word to you Mr. Black. I am your woman in all things. I swore it then and I'll swear it again, day after day. until I die. My soul is yours. Drag me to hell behind you. I made my peace with that years ago."

" Awwww, baby girl. That's actually very sweet. "

"Until they catch us!!" Kassie toasted, giggling then swallowing the last of her wine.

"Put that pig away and come to bed husband. Your faithful wife has a trashy cunt for you to wreck already set up in the bedroom."

Shoving Hole away from my cock and holding down on the ass shocker remote to paralyze it on the floor, I quickly stood up and yelled "Well, Yes, Ma'am."

Hey, sometimes I kinda liked it when she got a little bossy.

"Hmmmm, what shall I do with you Hole?"

It didn't answer. The burning pain in its ass making it lock up and quiver.

Hole always got secured at night. Preferably in a degrading and humiliating way. I felt certain it wouldn't try to escape if I just left it there. But both Hole and I enjoyed the process. Christine admitted it to me during the time I was breaking her into the slavepig called Hole. We were together in my hotel room, before I bought Hole House and my wife arrived. Securing it for the night was the most intimate, loving part of Hole's day.

I made my decision and said "Get up Hole. Time for bed. I'm going to fuck something else and you get to listen."

"Yes, Daddy" it said and it hauled itself shakily back to its hands and knees.

Following me to the bedroom I walked over to the post and turned around facing it. I didn't want to miss the look on its face when it realized what lay in store for it.

" Daddy! Please! I've been good. I'll be a good Hole!" it said as it realized it would spend the night on the pole. It was familiar. Having spent every night for the first week after my wife first arrived here writhing on the pole while my wife and I contented ourselves with using the ol' babykiller and each other to satisfy our lusts.

I think Hole got an education on what true objectification was by watching us that week. Hole has been very eager to please since then.

What was the pole? A strong, thick padded post bolted upright to the floor in the corner of the master bedroom. The neat thing was that it had an industrial strength vibrator built into the back at exactly the right height to torture Holes pierced clitty all night long. Since the vibe was plugged into the wall it would last until the county lost power and the back up generators ran dry.

It was as tall as Hole's chin and had numerous straps that would hold my fucksow motionless and upright. As I worked from the bottom to the top and fastened the straps, Hole was cinched tighter and tighter against the padded pole. With its tits hanging lewdly on either side, I gently caressed them and said "Do you want the nipple weights tonight. Or.....how about the milkers?"

My wife spoke up from the bed where she was rubbing her lube covered fingers deeply in and out of my other slave's open mouth, "Not the milkers babe, they're too loud. I'll stretch its nipples after I finish my tae bo workout in the morning. I can probably just leave it there until after lunch and it needs to start cleaning the house."

"Looks like you're getting the weights you lucky bitch" I said as I clipped its septum piercing to the ring conveniently fastened on the top of the pole.

"And a nice big non electrical butt plug too. I spoil you. You don't deserve all the kindness I give you. I mean you're just a cheating whore after all."

Just on a whim, I fondled Holes big firm tits and gave its forehead a sweet kiss.

"I'm gonna eat your cunny so good. Soon." With just a soft whisper I owned its soul.

I saw it shudder and heard its breath catch. Yeah. it came. Trashy sow. So desperate for affection.

I finished tucking in Hole for the night, applying some half pound weights to its long thick, well chewed nipples by means of tightly looped dental floss. God I loved those tits. Next, I turned on the vibrator to work over its pierced clit.

Then I whispered softly in its ear, "Now I'm going to go fuck my toy and my wife and you'll stay here. You DO NOT have my permission to cum. We both know eventually tonight you'll be a wicked sow and start thinking about me and your son spit roasting you and then cum without permission. You'd better not make a sound. Remember your first night here and how your moans woke up your Mistress? She's already planning on working up a sweat punching your tits in the morning. No need to make her mad."

Poor Hole just nodded its head as much as it could without pulling its septum piercing. I was pleased that it wouldn't sleep all night between that vibrator on its clit and worrying about the next day's vigorous workout.

Kassie had so much fun keeping her fitness level. And she could throw a good punch. The Hole's tits were going to be bruised and sore for days.

"Hurry up Mr. Black I have your fleshlight all lubed up for you."

Yep, a good wife is surely a comfort to a man.

"Coming Mrs. Black."