Hole House Becoming Chinkslut

☆ Note - this is dark. D.A.R.K. There's probably bondage, incest, cheating and images of extreme sex. There are probably also scenes with questionable consent, outright non-consent, slavery, blackmail and there is certainly verbal degradation and abuse. I know this. No need to comment. Free speech.

DONT DO THIS. This shit is most likely immoral and illegal. 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 faithful wives.

NOT REAL.

You've been warned.

Kassie and I stood in the sound proofed stall, staring down at the Chinese slave sitting chained up like a dog in the open crate on the straw covered floor.

"This is what Chen sent?" Kassie asked. "Is it house broken? You're not bringing that thing in the house until its been broken and dewormed, honey."

"Now, now baby," I replied. "I just got it today. I don't know anything about it yet. I'd love to make it a pet though."

Just then the young Asian woman looked up at us and said, with a surprisingly proper English accent, "Please. Can you call the authorities? I need to talk to my father."

"Hmmph. Well, it will definitely need breaking," I said. At least it would be able to understand basic commands. Just wait until I got to tell it that its father was probably already dead. Yeah, the ChiCom secret police really didn't like mouthy citizens.

Kassie looked at me and said, "Close the door please, Mr. Black. This....animal obviously needs some discipline."

She moved to the wall and selected a medium length electric pig stick as I moved to slide the stall door closed. We kept some basic tools hanging in each stall as a convenience. Whips, cattle prods, gags and blindfolds are always fun to have on hand. Slaves were never left free in the stalls like normal animals. They were always bound in some way so there was no danger to us that they would get to them. I guess we were going to test out the chains it was wearing though, as Kassie didn't request that I strap it to the rape bench along the wall of this particular stall. What fun!!

Kassie looked down into the face of the newest slave to Hole House. Yep. Comrade Kelli was about to receive an important lesson. Kassie was the Mistress of this house and a woman to be feared. Best get that lesson out of the way early, I suppose.

As the pig stick met the dirty yellow skin on top of the new slave's thigh and the electrical shock jumped up and down its muscles, Kassie screamed, "Filthy animal!! Animals don't EVER speak to humans. I'll train that out of you! You stinking bitch!!"

Over and over Kassie hit it with the electic prod. Thighs, back, belly, buttocks. It writhed and screamed and tried to move away, only managing to open another part of itself to attack. The crate bucked so bad that I had to hold it steady as Kassie prowled around looking for tender bits of slave flesh to punish. Screaming itself hoarse while the chains securing it rattled and clanked. Damn that was hot! Eventually, as it was fianlly exhausted, Kassie went to work on its firm tits. I started pulling on the chains and holding them to keep it on its back and its arms spread.

"I want to burn its cunt out," Kassie said sweetly to me. "Can you set it up for me baby?"

"Surely Mrs. Black. Can you give me a few minutes?"

Kassie agreed and went back up to the house. No doubt she'd be having a cool drink and riding the face of either the Thing or her maid, the Hole for a while.

I quickly worked out how to release the main chains holding Chinkslut into the crate and picked it up and out of the box. This thing didn't weigh much over a hundred pounds, even with the chains that still remained on its wrists and ankles and around its delicate neck. After we starved it a bit, I bet I could get it down to about 85. We'd see.

I carried it out the back of the barn and dropped it into the cage secured to the washing slab and closed the lid. It lay there exhausted and traumatized and babbling "No, why, please," and other such nonsense. It woke up when I hit it with the pressurized water hose. Turns out New Hampshire well water stayed icy cold year round. Especially in late November. Ha!!

Hosing it down thoroughly, I said "So, you really shouldn't make your new Mistress angry. No one will stop her from hurting you. I certainly won't. You should understand, I enjoy that. A lot."

Finished, I opened the cage and grabbed it by the hair. I lifted it and before it could gather itself and do something stupid I gave it a quick hard jab in the solar plexus. No, I didn't injure it. But it got floppy really quickly. I picked it up again and carried it, shivering, back into the barn and over to the old workbench in the smallish tack room. I secured its arms above it's head with leather straps already nailed to the rafters. Then I did the same to its ankles. The majority of it's weight rested on it's ass near the edge of the bench, while it's arms were tied straight up by it's ears and it's legs were spread wide in the air.

It looked at me as I stood between its spread thighs. Reaching down and opening a drawer I found a ball gag and held it up to show the slave what was coming as I said "Kelli? Do you want me to help you?"

It took a minute, but "she" finally nodded.

"Answer my questions truthfully. Then I'll tell you what's going to happen going forward and how you can make it much much easier on yourself, OK?"

"Alright. Yes."

"Good, " I said as I reached out and casually laid one hand on its left tit. "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes," it answered with a shudder.

"Throat, cunt and ass?" I asked as I set the ball gag down on the bench and started running both hands over its body. It was lean and firm. Fresh. Tight. Its cunny only had a little light dusting of fine hair. I'd be removing that soon.

Again it answered "Yes".

"Good. Well, here's your situation. You and your father pissed off the Commies and now you have been "disappeared". Your childhood, your ideals, your education...that's all over. Gone. You are in a far away land and you're a slave."

I had started rubbing it's clit gently as I started talking. Patiently. Looking into its eyes so it could see I was being truthful.

"You're alone. No one is looking for you. No one cares. China erased you. Now you're here. We own you. If you follow directions we will feed you and only hurt you for our own enjoyment. That's your future. It's the only future you can have. You're never going back to any kind of life."

I kept rubbing. Sliding my thumb lower every so often hoping to pick up a little cunny lube. It was already there. Yep. Typical slut. Natural born fuckpig. I noticed its nipples starting to harden. Maybe it knew it looked really good in chains.

"But, please..." it started to protest. I quickly slapped it across the face then moved my hand back down to rub it's clit a little harder. I ignored the cry of surprise and pain and the bucking of its hips and movements of its arms as it tried unsuccessfully to cover its face.

"Mrs. Black is your Mistress now. She's already told you that you will not speak. Ever. Never again. The human girl named Kelli is essentially dead. You're an animal. Your owners call you Chinkslut. You'll live the rest of your life in silence and chains. The sooner you're able to accept that the better. For you. If you don't follow commands you won't eat and we will hurt you a great deal more than we would normally."

Its clitty was a hard pebble under my thumb as I reached up to take one of its hard nipples between my fingers. Giving a sharp tug, I said, "Look at you. Turned on. You were born to be a fuckslave. I'm going to teach you to crave pain, punishment and humiliation."

I stopped my assault on its clit to slap it across the face. Hard. Definitely enjoying myself, I slapped it again. And once again, while I continued trying to twist its nipple off of its chest. Its tears and terrified panting were delicious as I started rubbing its clit and wet cunny again. Hard

"I'm going to take your virginity, you little yellow cur bitch. Well, at least your ass and throat. Mrs. Black seems to have designs on your tight little cunt. Remember, when she comes for you, it's your fault for daring to speak like a human."

As I said this, its breathing became even more labored. Its hips started trying to buck in time with my thumb's rhythm on its clit but its mind was trying to stop itself. Resisting its body's reactions. That was always funny to me. These pigs always tried to maintain their selfish princess fantasy even as their own bodies were priming and bucking to be treated like a cheap Pattaya Beach whore.

I could see its mouth opening, its tongue peeking out. Hopefully, this was just to breathe, but best not to chance it.

"Curs don't speak. Not a word, Chinkslut!" I said firmly, as I gripped it by the throat, slammed its head into the wooden wall and slapped it's face again. It's eyes never left me. It didn't flinch away from the slap and its hips kept bucking from missing my thumb, even though I could tell that it was still trying not to.

"Yeah, I thought so, bitch," I growled, "You're loving this."

The sounds it was making were the best though, honestly. As I held it by the throat and returned to rubbing its virgin clitty the tack room was filled with a constant low animal "Hu Hu Hu Hu Hu".

"Yeah, now you get it, Chinkslut. Cum for your new Daddy. Let that dirty slave orgasm wash old Kelli away and replace her with the filthy animal you are now."

"Hu Hu Hu Hu Hu Hu"

"I'm going to drape your whore ass in steel chains and piercings and lead you around like a freak in a carnival! Make you suck cock for every grain of rice!"

I remember thinking I was sad that I hadn't installed cameras in there yet. This properly educated, 19 year old, virgin daughter of a dissident was sweating and dripping cunny juice, staring into my eyes with her chest heaving and grunting "Hu Hu Hu" while she slowly lost her battle to retain her dignity and humanity. In the end, it was just a matter of time. Little whores like this are all filthy fuckpigs at heart.

I didn't feel bad at all about leaning in close so that all she could see when she finally submitted was my sneering face, mocking her, "Come on Kelli! Hu Hu Hu Hu Hu!! Its already over, let go. We all know what you are. You're a yellow cur bitch. Hu Hu Hu! Give it up to Daddy. You're just Chinkslut now and forever. A slave. An animal. I'm gonna brand you like property! Chain you up like a dog!"

That did it. I watched its soul crumble and break. Felt it buck and squirt. Saw its toes curl. I got to witness the beautiful, desperate birth of a yellow cur slave dog named Chinkslut. All to the repetitive, animalistic, grunting, slave hymn of "HuHuHuHuuuuuu!"

As it finally came down from its orgasm, I reached over to the bench and picked up the ball gag. I inserted it into the slack mouth of my newly made cur bitch, "No speaking puppy. Never again."

"You spoil these slaves, Mr. Black," said Kassie as she entered the tack room with her pig stick.

"I'm a soft hearted man, Mrs. Black. But I saved its cunny virginity for your pig stick. Its all nice and lubed too," I replied as I kissed my wicked wife and ran my hand over her firm ass.

"Hmmm. I'm not going to have an animal like this keep a tight virgin cunt to tempt you away from my bed, husband. I'm a jealous woman."

"I love only you Mrs. Black. It's nothing to me but a cur dog now. I think I'll go and fuck a load into the Hole while you stretch our new bitch's hole wide open."

"Have fun Baby. I'm going to stir fry your Chinkslut's pussy until I run out of battery."

Yeah, good first day of training. I stood outside stroking my cock and listened to the high pitched squealing as Kassie took Chinksluts virginity. She must have been pretty rough about it judging by the volume. She did really enjoy deep fisting a cunt as a means of maintaining the pecking order.

I eventually left as the grunting "Hu, Hu Hu" from Chinkslut synchronized with the muffled snap of Kassie setting off the cattle prod inside what would soon be a thoroughly ruined slave cunt.

Walking to the house, I hoped Hole was ready for a vigorous throat fuck. As if it had any choice.

I was primed to do some damage. I'd tell it all about how young and slim and sexy Chinkslut was and how I was looking forward to eating some Chinese cunt for breakfast tomorrow. That little extra jealousy I'd get from Hole thinking I'd prefer another slave over it would make for a wetter, wilder throating. Ah, good times with a completely mental fucksow! What more could a man want?