The Pig Farm

Here I am, Hunter is at it again. He’s stripped me naked, bound me, and thrown me into a stall here in the barn. I just hate it when he does this. I never know exactly what he is going to do.

All I know is that he is bringing over guests. They should be arriving soon. They will laugh when they see me like this and make fun of me too.

But that’s not all. These are always people I don’t even know, people who will hurt me for no real reason, except for their own amusement. They will fondle and grope my helpless body, maybe even take pictures. Worse yet they will torture me before they act on their lusts.

The odors here are overwhelming: a strange combination of hay, straw, urine, and shit. You would never find this place, no matter how hard you tried. It’s way off the beaten path and then down an unmarked gravel road. Even then you would miss it. The ancient barn is surrounded by a stand of trees. I am so far away from anything. No one will ever hear my cries and screams.

He calls this place The Pig Farm, He’s the caretaker. It’s owned by a loose consortium of rich and kinky people who drive out here and spend the night in the farmhouse. It’s not exactly a bed and breakfast. They come here to see me, the pig.

That’s what they all call me. My real name is not important. Even Hunter has forgotten it by now. I’m one of several barnyard slaves. They even keep a pony girl. He beds us all down together at night, our hands still bound so we can’t touch. We find comfort in each other and use our legs to scissor each other into a pleasure state. It’s one of the few freedoms afforded here. There’s so much soft warm girl flesh.

I can hear a truck approaching. It stops. A moment later several doors slam. I hear voices and they’re getting louder. They are coming for me!

You will never know this feeling, not unless you have been here bound inside the barn: all alone and miles from nowhere, helpless, and tightly bound. My heart leaps up inside my throat. It’s beating very hard, jackhammer hard. My stomach twists and turns as if it has a mind of its own and is trying to escape. Tears fill my eyes. My legs grow weak.

I’m a total wreck, and yet somehow, my body betrays me. I am soaking wet. I feel so ashamed! I am so wet my own juices have begun to run down the insides of my thighs. Everyone will see me like this and know what a randy sow I really am.

The old door swings open. The hinges creak. It’s Hunter and two guests, a man and a woman.

“Well, well, what have we here!” The man says.

“What a pretty little pig,” the woman replies.

“And very randy, too,” mentions the man as he slides his hand up and down my thigh.

“Presumptuous,” adds the woman. “Maybe she needs to learn a lesson."

“Face down. Ass up,” she orders, slides a hand down in between my thighs, and massages my cunt.

“She’s animal all right. She’s all instinct. She had no pride, no morals either.

"She’s got no discipline at all,” the woman adds.

“Maybe she’s just in heat,” the man said as he grabs my breasts.”

“Makes your nipples hard. Doesn’t it?” he said.

“Maybe it's time for that lesson,” the woman says.

She strikes me right across my bottom with a hickory switch.

The blow travels through me a sound wave resonating through my hips.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

My lungs gasp for air. I inhale sharply, then inhale, exhale, and immediately inhale again. They can’t get enough fresh air.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Another strike. I scream again.

The woman keeps this up. She falls into a rhythm. I go crazy with pain. I pant like a dog.

That’s the thing about women. Men can be very cruel. It makes them hard. And then they want to fuck. Not women: they love to torture us. They can keep it up all night long too. I should know. I’ve passed out many times.

“She seems to like it,” observes the man as he grasped my cunt. “She’s even wetter than ever.”

“I’ve heard about women like this,” the woman added. “They live for pain.”

“Do you think she will like this?” the man asked.

He shoves a battery operated vibrator up against my clit.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I moan.

“A real pig,” she says, “A fuck pig.”

The man shoves the vibrator up into me. It sends waves of pleasure through my entire body.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I moan again. Instinctively I began to hump it.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I humped harder, in total earnest. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“OWWWWWWWWWW” that switch landed on my ass again.

“Is she going to faint or cum?” asks the man.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I moan.

And then everything turned dark. I had done both.

Hunter is my caretaker. I love him so.