Hole House A Typical Morning

☆ 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 and a faithful wife. 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.

Nothing like opening my eyes and staring into the blank face plate of the fuckslave bound in the middle of the bed from the night before. Sometimes it was my fucksow called Hole. All gimped up, tits tied tightly at the base, long nipples pulled together and tied tightly with ribbon, dried cum coating its open mouth and chin. Poor Hole....used as a fucksow again and still not allowed to cum. Sometimes it was the "thing". A permanently faceless fucktoy kept half starved and constantly in strict bondage. I bet its arms are completely useless now that its been kept in this position so long. It hasn't been allowed to even walk upright for months now. My sexy wife has definitely gotten onboard with my fantasy of fucking it into a wheelchair. Well, we use a wheelbarrow to take it to the barn when necessary now. So definitely its on its way to being a complete basket case. The best mornings are when I remembered to uncover its eyes the night before.

I enjoy looking at its eyes and whispering "Only X more days until your son breeds your nasty snatch." or

"we're just getting started on changing you bitch. Eventually you'll lose the use of your eyes, arms and legs permanently. That's the goal anyway.

I think we will get there. Then you'll never be anything but three holes and two tits. A wet hole for your own son's cum. Basically, just an old crusty sock. I hope he's successful in breeding you."

The cheating whore actually orgasms if you rub its pierced clitty while you whisper sweet nothings like that in its ear. I do it a lot. Make it cum. Keeps the ol' babykiller lubed and adds to the crushing shame it lives in daily. Gives it something to think about during those long hours in the closet when it's not being used.

I love keeping slaves.

Thing was definitely here against its will, but I'd paid good money for it to disappear.

Hole was here because it was so fucked up in the head it couldn't see any way out of the situation. Not that we would ever really let it leave, but we still allowed it to think it possibly had some kind of future if it just pleased us enough. Of course, it was just a fun little game we played. Mainly, it stayed because it loved being used and abused for its past sins. Low self esteem and shame are so damn sexy in a fuckpig. I think it actually loved me now too. Stockholm syndrome seems to be a real thing. At least for the Hole.

That morning it was the Thing. Looking at me. Seeing me smile. Unable to speak due to the thick cock gag currently filling its mouth hole.

"Morning cunt. Its Saturday and Hole's son Arthur is coming over to do some work. Your Mistress will have him working in the house. His mother will be cleaning the garage apartment all day. That means you're going to be in the barn. Thirsty? I've got to piss."

Dragging it off the bed by the thick straps of it's harness and across the floor into the big tiled walk in shower. I laid it face up, removing the cock gag.

"Open." I said quietly while pulling my semi hard cock out of my boxers. Not that it really had a choice. The permanent ring gag ensured my toy was always ready for use.

As I started pissing, I aimed at its eyes intentionally before finishing in its open mouth. "Swallow."

Shaking it off, I casually said. "Kody will be here in two days. He'll be staying in the apartment. We'll get you set up special, downstairs from him in the garage. I've got the screen all set up in front of the rape bench you'll be fastened to. And the camera should give it a live feed. Kody will never know he's breeding you. But Kassie is sure she can get him to use you pretty regularly over the next couple of weeks. Don't pretend like that doesn't excite you. I know it does. You're nothing but inbred white trash anyway. It's in your DNA."

I walked out. leaving it shivering and covered in piss to make coffee and breakfast. Kassie would rinse it and use it during her shower. Hopefully. Gotta keep it's mind right.

Victims are born. Slaves are made.

This cunt was going to be a slave for the next few decades. Well, actually it was going to be a Thing.

As I moved into the kitchen I looked outside to the barn where I knew that Hole waited. Strapped over a bench inside a sound proofed locked stall that her father had built. Oh, he didn't know that it was for his daughter. Or that she was living in slavery just a short drive from his house. No. It amused me to think about him doing his best work while his own daughter was used and punished just a few yards away. He was going to be incredibly surprised if he ever found out that my wife Kassie had already seduced his 18 year old virgin grandson and that he had grown VERY attached to this surrogate mother figure over the few months he had been basically her yard boy. Of course, I had to act like I didn't know. So I just ignored his guilty looks and tried not to laugh and admit that I knew he had been fucking my wife. Poor kid. He was really in for a Christmas surprise.

Kassie had been, for the past few weeks, injecting Hole with a hormone regimen provided by our friend Dr. Mark to increase her fertility in the hopes that Arthur would be able to knock her up. Hole was going to be his Christmas present from my wife.

Of course, I insisted on administering the prolactin injections personally. I rather enjoyed making Hole rub its pierced clitty and say its prayers while watching me stick needles into its firm tits.

It's the small things in life that mean so much.

I told it that I wanted it to literally become a milk sow, in addition to being Mrs. Black's house slave and my Hole.

I couldn't wait to milk its udders with my own hands and watch its belly stretch with its son's child.

This morning, after coffee I went to its stall and found it was exactly as I'd left it.

Bent over the rape bench with its tits hanging down and suction cups attached to its nipples. Hole had spent the night attached to the modified goat milker I had purchased and assembled specifically for it. We were hoping to get it started lactating before Christmas so Arthur would have something to quench his thirst as he was plowing his mother's cunny. Filling it with potential grandchildren.

"Good morning you dirty pig. Did you give Daddy any milk last night?"

Hole shook its head as I shut off the machine and inspected the collection jugs. Dry.

"I told you to fill them up," I said as I removed the suction cups.

Of course it couldn't answer as its mouth was full of ball gag. I just unbuckled it from the bench and helped it to stand. Leading it out of the stall and over to an open area, I lowered the ceiling hoist until I could attach its wrist cuffs and then raised it again until Hole hung with only the tips of its toes touching the concrete floor of the barn.

"I guess you know I've got to whip your tits for disobeying me, don't you? I want milk from you and I'll by God have it! Or the punishments will keep getting worse."

Hole made frightened noises and shook her head as I crossed to the wall and selected a thick leather strap. I liked this one. It was three layers of full grain leather, stitched together. This thing bruised with every stroke.

"I'm going to beat you until I get tired, fucksow. Then I'm going to tell Ms. Black how disappointing you are to me."

By the tenth stroke, Hole was testing the limits of the sound proofing its father had installed on its stall. By the twentieth stroke its eyes were closed and it was emitting one long continuous keening squeal. It was lost in the pain and never more beautiful than that moment.

After I layed five more brutal strokes across it's full udders, I stepped up to it and slowly moved my hand down it's heaving belly until I reached the thick heavy steel ring piercing its clit.

"You're a cheating fucksow," I said as I tugged the thick ring in its clitty, causing its eyes to snap open.

"Your son's going to fuck you. Breed an incest baby into your cheating cunt," I taunted it again as I slid two fingers inside its tight hole. It was dripping wet.

"And you know what? You want it. You're fucking gagging for it aren't you?" I spat at it, as I started hooking my fingers roughly inside it, punishing its g spot.

"Mmmmghrrrgggg!" It screamed into its gag as its pussy clamped down painfully on my fingers and it lost its mind in orgasm, "You filthy, dirty pig. You actually want your own son to make you into his brood sow."

My fingers kept digging as the Hole kept cumming. Its desire for complete destruction driving it to harder and harder orgasms.

I finished it off with, "Wait until I tell your mother."

That locked it up. Rigid. Hanging. Quivering and mewling with its eyes rolled back on its sweat soaked skull.

I left it there, hanging in shame and smelling like sin, to bask in the shame.

"You just came, without permission, to wicked thoughts of your own son. Tsk How disgusting."

Yep. It wouldn't forget that orgasm soon. It would think about that daily until its son imprinted a new memory on its soul. By fucking it's wet and willing holes one after the other.

Now off to start my day with a healthy breakfast and watch the news.