Hole House Gifts Between Friends

☆ Note - this is dark. D.A.R.K. There's bondage and incest and cheating and images of extreme sex. Questionable consent, outright non-consent, slavery 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.

You've been warned.

So, as a new CEO I was always looking for a good deal to grow the company. We made things, marketed things, sold things. Pretty much anything that we could manufacture we would sell. As long as we turned a profit.

That pursuit of profits led me to take a meeting with an interesting Asian gentleman who represented a Chinese factory that manufactured a limited array of cookware. Pots and skillets. Specifically, two sizes of pots and three sizes of skillets. Nothing too fancy but the quality was actually higher than most Asian imports I'd seen. This small set would pair well with our line of kitchen knives and utensils and I could see brightly printed boxes of these sets flying off the store shelves. So I was open to negotiations.

He and I enjoyed a nice lunch and then spent the afternoon going over all the details and numbers that would show whether or not this would profit us both.

At around 5:30, we realized that most of my office had left and my immediate staff were looking at their watches wishing we would call it a day.

"Well. It appears we should start again tomorrow. American workers have been known to mutiny in the past and I don't want to tempt fate."

"Of course Mr. Black, I just appreciate you spending your whole day with me. I will go ahead and tell you honestly, we need this contract. I'm willing and authorized to accept any deal that will allow us to make a minimum profit on our products as long as we can be assured of length of contract."

"Tell you what. Come to my house and have dinner with my wife and I. We rarely entertain but I think that we could at least feed you in a more comfortable manner than some Boston restaurant."

"I would be honored."

So I called Kassie and dropped an impromptu BBQ in her lap which she accepted with no complaints.

I knew she would be ready to entertain when we arrived, after we swung by Mr. Chen's hotel to allow him to change into more comfortable clothing.

Sure enough, as I parked and we walked together up the steps to the house the front door opened and my wife came out to greet our guest like a long lost friend. She looked good. Hair done. Makeup perfect. Wide legged dark grey pants and an elegant black blouse. She first kissed my cheek and then shook hands with Mr. Chen and then slid effortlessly onto his arm and escorted him in welcoming him to her home and apologizing for the mess.

He was entranced. So much so that I don't think he noticed my slave Hole's submissive downcast eyes as he passed her at her station by the open front door.

Damn. I had to stop and stare.

Her hair was down and brushed over her ears, covering the numerous rings hanging off them. Her makeup was done tastefully trashy. Her lips were outlined and painted an enticing deep

Waitress Red. On her head, a small starched maids cap. Nothing really flashy. Just an old fashioned and subtle way to let people know she was there to serve.

She was wearing a modest, but well fitted black dress with buttons all the way down the front. It showed just a hint of cleavage and pointedly didn't show her "fucksow" tattoo and whatever push up foundation garment Kassie had her put on underneath.

The black swastika tattoos on the backs of the sow's hands were covered by thick white cotton gloves.

" Are you playing maid tonight fucksow?" I leaned in and asked quietly.

"Yes, Master."

"I like it. I like it a lot. If you do a good job I'm thinking I'm going to ask your Mistress to make this your permanent position. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes Master. I would love that."

"You know. Any maid of mine might get to cum once a week."

"Please Master. Don't tease me. I'm trying to be so good for you."

I leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "You ARE a good girl. You're Daddy's good girl, baby."

I enjoyed hearing her catch her breath, strangling a delighted outburst. She WAS a very good girl for Daddy and she should know that. She was also a dirty, cheating fucksow and a hole to cum into. I'd remind her of that later.

"Be good. Work hard. Make Mistress happy."

"Yes, Daddy...um...Master...oh."

I patted her head and moved on allowing her to close the door and continue with whatever my wife had instructed her to do.

I left Kassie to her hostess duties and went upstairs to change. When I returned I saw Kassie and Mr. Chen sitting comfortably on the couch and Hole standing quietly agaist the wall between the living room and kitchen.

"Hole, Get Mr. Black a whiskey now please," Kassie said, as I sat in one of the living room chairs.

" Yes, Mistress." Hole said quietly and went into the kitchen.

"It's like an old movie," Mr. Chen said to Kassie.

"Oh, Hole was born to be a servant. Working here makes it happy. Of course, I admit, you might think we work it like a slave."

"It? That's very....unusual."

"Oh well, we don't really think of it as a real person, like you or I. It's just a servant," Kassie explained as Hole delivered my whiskey on a silver tray that I didn't know I owned. It then retreated to its station.

We passed a pleasant evening and had a good steak dinner, all served by Hole, and talked about the deal and at one point Kassie asked about working conditions in the Chinese factory. The answer was enlightening.

"It is much like working conditions here in your home. Very nice for some of us."

"You know Mr. Chen," I said, "once I watched a television program where a woman had found an old metal rod with Chinese letters engraved on one end that she took to a historian. He told her it was a branding iron and the characters translated to "Slave". I always wanted one of those."

"The Chinese branding iron or the Chinese slave, Mr. Black?"

"Well. Both," I replied to the laughter of the other real people in the room. Hole didn't look too enthused. But its opinion ceased to matter months ago.

"Well, it will be an early morning Mr. Chen. Please stay in our guest room and let us make you comfortable for tonight. I'm sure we will sign a mutually beneficial agreement tomorrow," I said.

Kassie leaned over to show him some.e cleavage as she said, "Yes, please, Mr. Chen. Stay."

"I'd like that. I feel very comfortable here."

I looked around and saw Hole standing her post. I guess my wife had the same thought as I did.

"Hole, come here. Face Mr. Chen," Kassie commanded.

I watched as she did so. And then, I watched as Kassie grabbed Mr. Chen's hand and held it to her chest tightly.

"Hole, Mr. Chen is a respected man and we are honored that he is a guest in our home. You will lead him to the guest suite."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You will see to his every need or desire. Do you understand?"

"Oh. Yes, Mistress."

"And no speaking words. You know how bad you are at that. Mr. Chen will not be tortured with the tittering of a servant in my home. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Completely, Mistress," Hole answered breathlessly, not able to resist looking at the man she had just been given to.

"Good. You may unbutton and remove your dress. Leave it with me and I'll throw it in the kitchen," Kassie ordered.

The three of us watched as Hole hesitantly unbuttoned her dress from the top down standing in the middle of the living room. Kassie had planned for this by dressing Hole in a tight half cup black bra and the smallest pair of t-back panties I've ever seen. Damn, how much money did I spend on lingerie? Oh well.

Black heels were all that completed Hole's service uniform this evening.

We said our "good nights" as Mr. Chen followed Hole to the guest suite.

I had thought the walls were pretty soundproof, but I could hear Mr. Chen roughly using the Hole several times during the night. I'll even admit that I slid into Kassie's tight cunny in the middle of the night when I awoke to the sound of what could only be Mr. Chen repeatedly slapping Holes tits and thighs. Hole's animal grunts and squeals were the perfect counterpoint to the feeling of plowing my wife's tight box. I have to say I was pleased that Hole followed orders and never actually said a single word while servicing our guest. That's a good pig! I had no doubt Mr. Chen was well drained and happy.

Sure enough, the next day Mr. Chen and I concluded our business on good terms that would benefit both companies for years and I bid him farewell.

It was only a week later that a van pulled up in front of the house about 6:30 at night. 3 Chinese men came to the front door and respectfully handed me a letter and long cardboard tube then returned to the van and started unloading a medium sized wooden crate.

"My Dear Friend Mr. Black,

Thank you for entering into business with my company. I look forward to success and profits. I also look forward to visiting your home again some day in the future. Thank you for your kindness and the gift of your hospitality. Please accept these humble gifts in return. I couldn't decide which you would like more, so I got you both.

Chen"

I opened the cardboard tube and slid out the branding iron with "Slave" in Hanzi engraved on the end. Smiling I spent a second imagining the joy it was going to bring me to be able to brand my slaves like cattle. Damn, this was a really thoughtful gift.

Then I noticed that the delivery men were using crowbars to open the crate now sitting in the middle of my driveway.

As I stepped forward and looked down, I got to see my second gift for the first time.

Sitting still and quietly, wrapped tightly in chains and a red bow, was a young Chinese woman. She was completely naked and damn pretty. It was lean with longer dark hair and small, firm, full titties sitting high on it's chest. Looks like they had never been touched. I wondered if it was virgin. Chances were with one this young and clean at least one of it's holes would be virgin.

One of the Chinese men stepped up to me and handed me a folder with a spec sheet, thankfully written in English.

Turns out my gift was the 19 year old daughter of a Hong Kong dissident that China was happy to see "disappear". The folder I was holding with one sheet of background was the sum total of any record that remained of this girl's existence. Another lovely, thoughtful gift!!

I asked and they were happy to help me move the crate around to the barn. I put it into one of the reinforced and soundproofed stalls that Hole's own father created for us. Unbeknownst to him his daughter was the first occupant the very night he finished. I had him sign his name in Sharpie on the new wood and showed it to her before I chained her from the ceiling and let Kassie and her crop in to test it out.

I closed and locked the door and never heard a sound standing outside. Evidently, from the red welts crisscrossing Hole's tits there was a lot of sound inside the stall.

So that's where I put my new slave. Her UCLA educated father named her Kelli.

But I think my slave deserves a new name.

Chinkslut. Hmmmm, that had a nice ring to it. Chinkslut was a good name for a slave.

I would have to figure out exactly where to brand my new yellow cur bitch. Honestly, I'd probably brand it several times. Maybe take my time and condition it to cum from the pain. I'd have to break it differently depending on what I decided.

But, either way, it was definitely going to live out its life here in chains. Permanently attached. Welded on. Heavy. Steel. Chains. Like a fucking animal.