Piggy

 

First Interlude

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and I was making the most of it.  Piggy screamed as I forced my thick strap-on further into her once tight asshole.  If I hadn't been the one to do the honors, I never would have believed that just yesterday it had still been virgin.  By now her anus was nearly wide enough to shove my fist in, something I intended to try out soon.

That didn't mean she was too loose to feel the reaming I was giving her.  That wouldn't have been entertaining at all.  I'd brought a variety of dildos with me, and every time I'd stretched her too much with one for her to truly appreciate it, I'd find another just a little bigger than the last.  In that way, what had still been a tiny starfish this morning had become, millimeter by millimeter, a gaping hole that could now accommodate a dildo almost as thick as a soda can.

Why was I spending hours turning my slave's asshole inside out?  Because it was fun, of course.  That's the whole point of owning a slave; you can do whatever you want to them, no matter how twisted. This morning I'd wondered idly just how wide I could make her, and now I was going to find out.

Piggy screamed again as I pulled out and immediately thrust back in, determined to penetrate even deeper than last time.  Screaming was all she could do about it; I had my fat pet trussed up like a Christmas ham.  Her legs were folded back with her feet duct taped to her thighs, and her hands similarly taped to her shoulders.  The bondage left her balanced on her knees and elbows, a shaky position that wasn't going to last much longer if I kept pounding her like this.

She turned her head to look at me.  Piggy had never been a pretty girl, and the strewn hair and blotchy, tear-streaked face weren't doing her any favors.  “Jen...” she begged, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.  “Oh God... please no more... you're killing me... stop...”

I did stop, right in mid thrust, leaving about half the dildo buried in her ass.  “What did you just call me?” I asked, my tone flat and cold.  Her chubby face paled.

“Mistress!” she said hurriedly.  “Mistress!  I'm s- Piggy is sorry!  She didn't mean it!  Your piggy was just being stupid, Mistress!”

I stayed still.  “And do you really want me to stop?  Should I just walk out the door right now?”

You'd think she'd jump at the chance to get away from me, but it wasn't that simple.  Her eyes went wide, and there was a quiver in her voice.  “N-no,” she stammered.  “Piggy is... Piggy is happy for Mistress' help.”

“Then prove it.  Do you know what happy piggies do?”

She swallowed.  “What, Mistress?”

“They oink.  Tell me how much you're loving my dick in your ass by oinking for me, Piggy.”

The crying woman hesitated for a moment, and then whispered a small, sad “oink.”

I slapped her ass, leaving a bright red hand print.  “Come on, you can do better than that!”

“Oink!” she shouted.  “Oink!  Oink!”

I pulled the rest of my strap-on out of her, and the unexpected movement caused her to finally lose her balance and collapse.  I unbuckled the thing and tossed it aside.  “I think we've had enough dildos for now.” 

“Oh thank you Mistress,” she breathed.  “Thank you... thank you... tha-”  Her words cut off, mouth gaping open, while I mentally congratulated myself.  I'd managed to get my arm in up to the wrist on the first try.

For a moment, Piggy's body shuddered in silent agony, then she let loose the longest and loudest scream of the day.  I allowed her to carry on like that for a few minutes, until she'd been reduced to heaving, sobbing breaths, and then I leaned in closer.  “I don't hear any oinking.”

She took a long shuddering breath, and then oinked for me.  I let her stay like that, splayed across her own living room floor, oinking between sobs, while I got back to work stretching her out.

 

Chapter One

Not long ago, Piggy's name had still been Allison, and I was just Jen to her.  We'd worked in the same office for years, and developed something that, from the outside, could easily have been mistaken for friendship.  See, Allison's always been a shy girl, and a bit of a ditz too, so people at work would often make fun of her behind her back, or even right to her face.  I was one of the few who did neither, and she just kinda latched on to me, mistaking my apathy for kindness.  At first, I didn't really care one way or the other, but I found that the more she hung around me, the more I liked having her around.  Nothing improves your self esteem like being around someone without any.

Physically, we couldn't have been more different.  Allison was short and fat, with curly black hair that always seemed to be in a mess.  She usually wore shapeless clothes and no makeup, having long given up on ever looking attractive.  In contrast, I was tall, thin, and blonde, and frequently spent more than I really should to indulge my love for fashion and cosmetics.

Our appearances hadn't stopped us from becoming “friends”, but they had occasionally been a sore subject.  I was convinced that if she ever really made an effort to work out and care for herself, she could be beautiful.  But every time I told her as much, she'd just get angry and fussy about it for days.  Worst of all, after she'd calmed down, I'd have to endure a fumbling apology and what she probably thought of as a heart-to-heart talk.  The whole thing was just tiresome, so I stopped bothering.

It was Allison who revisited the subject a few days ago, after bursting into my office in tears.  She'd been chatting with some guy online for months, and all day long at work I'd have to hear about how wonderful he was, how smart he was, how kind he was, how blah blah blah he was.  So they'd finally met face to face for a real date, and he'd discovered that she looked less like the supermodel she'd used for her online photos and more like, to use his words, a fat greasy pig.

And now she was heartbroken.  “Please help me,” she'd begged.  “I can't take it anymore.  Help make me pretty, like you said I could be!  Maybe... maybe if Jeremy sees how much better I can look, he'll give me another chance!”

I'd sighed.  Part of me was grateful that I wouldn't have to hear about that loser anymore, but now I was going to have to help her get over him?  Ugh.  “Allison, honey, I'd be happy to do what I can, but I can't just snap my fingers and remake you overnight.  Getting into shape and staying there requires a lot of hard work and willpower.  Remember all those exercise machines you've bought and abandoned?”

“I'll do whatever it takes,” she'd insisted.  “This time is different.  Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.”

My initial reaction was to do the usual friend thing and help her out. I could write up a simple exercise and dietary regimen for her, maybe take her shopping after work.  The workout plan and the diet wouldn't last a week, and the new clothes would be lucky to survive a month before ending up stretched out and covered in sweat and food stains, like everything else in her wardrobe, but at least it'd get her off my back for a while.

But then a thought struck me: if I handled this correctly, it could be a golden opportunity.

Allison's known for years that I'm a lesbian.  I don't make a show of broadcasting it, but I don't bother hiding it either.  And I've known for just as a long time that she's straight, although once after a few drinks she admitted to me that she's always been a little curious.

What she doesn't know is that I'm also very into BDSM.  To be blunt, I'm a sadist, which has caused me plenty of troubles in my own dating life.  Vanillas tend to get edgy if I even suggest bringing whips or ropes into the bedroom, and all my attempts with subs and masochists just left me feeling bored.  I mean, if they enjoy it, what's the point?

I'd had a bit more luck with dommes.  I would show up at munches pretending to be a lonely sub looking for a new mistress, and end up bringing home the toughest, most butch one I could find.  Once we were alone together, I'd turn the tables and teach them who was really in charge.  It was certainly fun, but obviously those relationships never made it past the night.  And over time I'd earned myself a bit of a reputation in the local community, and by now nobody from any point in the spectrum would give me the time of day.

Anyway, I didn't believe Allison's claim of total obedience for a second, but it did make me consider her in a new light.  Not as a friend, but as a lover.  Or more precisely, as a slave.  If I had total control over her, and if she did end up as pretty as I thought she could be...

A plan began to form, and I made a show of thinking things over for a few minutes.  “What you need,” I'd said eventually, “is a way to force yourself to keep going.  Something that will keep you on the right track even if your willpower starts to fail you.  Something like a contract.”

Allison gave me a puzzled look.  “A contract?”

“Yeah.  What if we wrote one up that gave me legal power over you?  That way, I could act as your personal trainer and make sure you stick with everything, no matter what.”

What I was describing was complete nonsense and would never hold up in any court, of course, but Allison isn't the sharpest tool in the shed.  She beamed at me.  “That sounds perfect!”

I typed up the agreement later that day, and filled it with all kinds of legal boilerplate crap.  Allison barely even glanced at the twenty page document before signing everywhere I'd indicated, and we agreed to meet at her house Friday night to begin.  “You're such a great friend for doing this for me,” she'd chirped, and I'd just smiled.  She rambled on and on about how great this plan was going to work, but I wasn't really listening; I was too busy thinking about what I'd name her.

 

 

Chapter Two

Allison was surprised when I came into her house bearing luggage.  “Just some tools of the trade,” I told her with a wink.  I'd emptied my closets of everything I could think of, enough to fill two large suitcases.

I'd been in her home before, what was once a very nice two-story, three-bedroom place that she'd inherited from her parents.  When they'd been alive, it had probably been kept in great condition, but Allison wasn't particularly diligent.  I could see a stack of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, and more on the kitchen counter... and even more on the kitchen table, for God's sake.  As for the carpet, it looked as if it had never known the touch of a vacuum, and I walked across it like I was making my way through a field of land mines.

I planned to spend a lot of time here, and if there was one thing I couldn't stand, it was a mess.  This would not do at all.  I resolved to have her clean up everything later, once our new relationship had been properly established.

She was wearing what she probably thought of as exercise attire: a ratty gray sweatshirt and matching sweatpants.  She looked like a baby elephant.  I had on the same stylish black skirt and blouse I'd been wearing at work, but I'd removed my panties; they were only going to get in the way.   I could already feel a warm wetness on my thighs.

We made small talk for a few minutes in her living room, but I had trouble even pretending to be interested in what this fat ugly girl had to say anymore.  My head buzzed with anticipation for what was about to happen.

When I could hold back no longer, my inner thighs so moist I was surprised she couldn't smell it, I jumped right in.  “Allison, I want you to strip for me.” 

She blinked and gave a nervous little laugh.  “Y-you want me to what?”

“Strip,” I said, with no warmth in my voice.  I held up a copy of the fake contract.  “That's an order.”

She looked at me doubtfully.  “Very funny, Jen.  I didn't sign that so you could make dumb jokes.  Be serious.”

I decided there was no point in beating about the bush any longer.  We were alone, and I was stronger and faster and so fucking horny I could scream.    So I slugged her in the stomach.

Allison doubled over, gasping.  “...Jen...” she managed.  “What... what are you...?!”  While she was still fighting for breath, I opened one of my suitcases and took out a knife and a pair of handcuffs.  She didn't seem to realize what I was doing until I'd already pulled her arms behind her and fastened the cuffs around them.  Then I kicked the back of her leg, dropping her to her knees with a pained grunt, and sent her toppling with a good push.

Beneath the cool exterior my heart was pounding and my stomach was full of butterflies.  I'd imagined doing things like this before, masturbated to fantasies on countless nights, but to actually go through with it was different.  It was amazing.

Not even my adventures with the dommes could compare.  Breaking those haughty bitches had been exhilarating, but at the same time, they were already familiar with all the things I did to them, even if they weren't used to being on the receiving end.  And I couldn't risk keeping them, so the fun was only temporary.  But this...

Allison rolled onto her back and stared at me, her wide blue eyes already filling up with tears.  “Why are you hurting me?  I'm your fri-”  I cut her off by sitting on her face, my bare pussy resting on her lips.  She thrashed a bit, but she had no leverage and my thighs were tight around her head.  I started using my knife to saw her sweatshirt down the middle.

“We were friends,” I corrected her.  “Thanks to your signature, we're now mistress and slave.”  Her hefty tits popped out, and I began to massage them.  “It won't be all bad.  I'm going to give you what you wanted: you'll be beautiful in no time.  Beautiful and obedient.  My pretty little fucktoy that I can play with however I want.”

Her nipples were large and flat, with dark areolas.  I flicked one of them with a finger, and she shuddered.  “Oh, those seem to be extra sensitive,” I observed.  “That's going to come in handy.”  I gave one a sharp twist, and Allison screamed against my pussy, making me shiver with delight.  “Do you want me to stop doing that, pet?”  There was a muffled sound of agreement beneath me.  “Then it's time to finally use that tongue of yours for something more than whining and stuffing yourself with food.  You be a good dyke slave and make me cum, and then I'll leave your tits alone.”

There was no movement down below at first, but when I started scratching at her tits with my nails, leaving thin bloody lines across her flesh, I felt her tongue stir to life.  “That's it,” I urged. “Keep going.  You'll be spending a lot of time with your tongue in my snatch from now on, and you need all the practice you can get.”

What Allison lacked in skill, she made up for with unbridled enthusiasm, the kind that comes from having someone sitting on top of you discovering how many ways she can make your tits hurt.  I grabbed one of the suitcases of goodies while she worked, and took out what I needed next.  “Allison dear,” I all but sang.  “Have you ever thought about getting your nipples pierced?”

She screamed again and offered the first real resistance of the night, bucking in an attempt to throw me off.  But she was just a weak, fat, little piggy, and I enjoyed the ride.  I lightly poked at her breasts with the tip of the needle, making tiny drops of blood well up.  “Was that a no?  Better hurry up with that tongue then.”

That got her moving.  Her tongue lashed frantically against my twat, making wonderfully obscene noises as she slurped and sucked with everything she had.  Despite her inexperience, she almost managed to make me cum right then and there.  But I wasn't about to let her spoil my fun, and during all the orgasm control play I've forced past partners into doing, I've picked up a few tricks myself.

“Time's running out,” I told her, pulling one of her nipples taut with my fingers and setting the needle against it.  “Five... four... three... two... one...” I drove the needle in, and was rewarded with a third pleasant scream.

I repeated the process with her other nipple, and then put two stainless steel rings on her.  I tugged on them experimentally, expecting yet another scream, but this time Allison just groaned.  It was a lovely sound, hopeless and miserable, and it was just too much.  That noise alone would have made me cum, and combined with her sweet, desperate tongue, the ensuing orgasm nearly knocked me over.

I stayed still for a few seconds, panting, before I recovered, then stood and looked down with approval at Allison's face, now covered in a wet sticky mess of tears and pussy juice.  “Oh, I'm going to love owning you, pet.”

If anything, I felt hornier than ever, but there were so many things I wanted to do to her!  So even though part of me wanted to just sit back down and enjoy that tongue for the rest of the night, I took a heavy weight out of my suitcase instead and set it on the floor.  “And now it's time for some exercise.  We're going to start with weight lifting.”  I got plenty of that myself as I struggled to get her fat ass up and onto her feet.  She fought back at first, flailing and rolling around on the floor.  I had no interest in wrestling her, so instead I just gave her a sharp kick to the side that made her yelp.  She stopped moving after the second kick, but it took a few more before I was satisfied she wouldn't try something stupid like that again.

When I finished, she was curled up and whimpering, and this time when I tried to lift her up, she offered no resistance.  She let me move her around as I wanted, getting her into position squatting with her legs spread wide.  I began moving some furniture over so I could tape her legs in place.  I also removed what was left of her clothing, leaving her naked and shivering.

“Please,” she said, whimpering softly.  “I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  Jen, whatever I did to make you angry, I'm sorry.  I'll never do it again, I'll promise.  I'll be good.  You don't have to hurt me any more.  I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...”

I laughed.  “You haven't done anything wrong, Allison. No, you were a decent enough friend, as far as that sort of thing goes.”  I kissed her gently, tasting her salty tears and my own sweet juices.  Then I slapped her, hard.  “But you know what, my plump cunt licker?  I don't need friends.  What I needed was a slave, and you couldn't have made it easier.”

Her legs secured, I took a long chain out of the suitcase and tied one end through her new nipple rings.  I threw it up and over a ceiling beam, and tied it off to the weight on the ground, careful to leave as little slack as possible.  “Perfect,” I said.  “Now let me show you how this works...”

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down, forcing her into a deeper squat.  As her body was lowered, the tiny amount of slack on the chain vanished.  Her tender pierced nipples were first pulled up, until they nearly pointed straight at the ceiling, then began to stretch slightly, making Allison howl.  I half expected them to rip off her chest, but the dumbbell gave first, rising a few inches into the air, all of its weight supported by her poor titties.

I let go of her shoulders, and she immediately raised herself back up, fast enough to make the dumbbell slam against the floor with a loud clang. I repeated this a few times, until I was certain she got the idea.

“Eventually you'll do these squats entirely on your own, but for now I'm going to help you along, just like any good personal trainer.  And as long as you're bouncing up and down like that...” I took a long, thin dildo out of my case and began strapping it on.

Allison's eyes went wide when she saw what I was doing.  “Please, Jen,” she begged, and then yelped as I slapped her across the face again.

“You don't get to use my name anymore.  From now on, you call me Mistress, understand?” 

Allison nodded quickly, desperate to get on my good side.  “Yes, Mistress.” 

“And you have a new name too: Piggy.  Because you're just a fat, dumb pig that no one else wants.  Isn't that a perfect name?” 

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Now, I can make you thin, and I can make you beautiful.  But that won't change what you are.  You will never be anything more than a stupid, disgusting pig.  So whenever you talk, you're going refer to yourself as “this piggy” or “your piggy”, so that you remember exactly what you are.”

“Yes Mistress.  Are... are you going to rape m-your piggy with that thing?”  She was eying my strap-on like it was a loaded gun.

I had to laugh.  “No need to look so scared, Piggy, it's just a plastic dick.”  There was actually more to it than that, but I didn't want to spoil the surprise.  A thought occurred to me, and a slow smile began to spread across my face.  “Wait wait wait... is this going to be your first time?”

She nodded meekly, and I was surprised to see her cheeks burning.  “Well, that's perfect!” I told her.  “Instead of wasting your virginity on some guy, you get to give it to me.”

Piggy's face went pale, and I expected her to start pleading with me again, but instead something completely unexpected happened.  She swallowed, visibly steeled herself, and said in a quiet, halting voice, “O-okay...”

I was more than a little surprised.  I'd roughed her up a bit, but nothing much worse than a few scrapes and bruises.  Was that all it had taken to break her?  I mean, I knew she wasn't the strong willed type, but Jesus.

“If... if that's what you want, I'll give it to you,” she continued.  “I, I mean your piggy, will try to be a good slave.”

I was skeptical, to say the least.  This had to be a trick, and a really poor one at that.  Did she think pretending to be obedient would make me lower my guard or something?  But I wanted to see how far she would take this act, so I played along and gave her a serious look.  “Why?”

“Isn't it obvious?” she asked, and fresh tears began to spill from her eyes.  “I... you know you're my only friend, Jen!  Nobody else wants anything to do with me, because I'm stupid and ugly and fat.  I'm a pig, just like you said.  But you've always been so nice to me, even though you're so much smarter and prettier.  You're the only person who's ever treated me well.  I don't know what I'd do without you.  So... so if you want me to be your slave, I'll do it.  Just don't abandon me, please.”

Should I have felt guilty hearing that?  Probably, but I had the opposite reaction instead: this was amazing.  My prize had come with her very own inferiority complex, one that would make training her a breeze.  I could tie her up, abuse her, blackmail her, but only she could turn herself into a slave, and she was off to a great start.  I patted her on the cheek.  “Thank you, piggy.  As long as you're a good pet, you'll never have to worry about losing me.”

“And...” she blushed even deeper.  “You're really going to make your piggy pretty, right Mistress?”

“I am,” I said softly.  “No matter what else happens, I promise you will be beautiful.” I pulled her head down, until I was nuzzling her cheeks with my dick.  “Now let's get started.  Give your mistress's cock a proper greeting, slave.”

Piggy looked at me uncertainly.  “N-nice to meet you?” she tried shakily, already knowing it would be the wrong answer.  I lightly slapped both her cheeks with the dildo, and she flinched as though I was punching her.

“It's a dick, piggy, not a person.  Give the head a kiss.  A nice, wet one. “  I watched her nervously comply.  “Now stick your tongue out, and give the whole thing a lick, starting from the base.  Not so fast, not so fast!  Do it again, slower.  It should take a good ten seconds to go from end to the other.  Remember, every last inch of this is going to be inside you soon.  You need to make sure you fully appreciate its heft and length, and the best way to do that is lots of slow, steady licking.”

I watched her obey for several minutes, until long strands of saliva hung off the dildo.  “Isn't it a wonderful cock?”

Piggy continued to eye it warily as she worked.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“And aren't you looking forward to giving it your virginity?”

She hesitated for only a fraction of a second.  “Yes, Mistress.”

I smiled.  “Then let's hear you say so.”

In a broken, halting tone, Piggy began to beg me to rape her.  “P-please have my... please fuck this piggy.   Please let my dirty pussy taste your... your wonderful cock.  Your piggy needs you... needs you inside her, Mistress.”

I let Piggy keep going as I gathered up some cushions and placed them under her.  She soon ran out of things to say, and settled for chanting “please fuck my cunt” over and over.  Her hips rolled in time with her words, as if she was already riding me.

“...Please fuck my cunt... please fuck my cunt... please fuck my cunt...”

I crawled beneath her and laid back, my dildo jutting straight up at just the right height to hit her little hole.  I rubbed the head against her slit, half expecting to find her wet, but my pet was still dry.  Despite her continued pleas, she was terrified, not aroused, which was just the way I liked it.

“...Please fuck my cunt... please fuck my cunt... “

I continued rubbing the dildo in lazy circles around her twat, enjoying her fear.  She was completely tensed up, expecting me to penetrate her any moment.  I saw no reason to keep us both waiting.

“I've changed my mind, piggy,” I told her, and felt her relax slightly.  “I'm not going to rape your cunt just yet.”  She sagged in relief as I took the strap-on away from her pussy.  Then, before she had time to process what I was doing, I repositioned it against her anus, put my hands on her spread legs, and pulled her down.

My slave squealed as pain ripped through her, her clenched sphincter wedged open and then bypassed in a matter of seconds.  She'd probably thought I'd been torturing her before, but that was just kiddy stuff.  Now she was experiencing real suffering.

Piggy tried desperately to lift herself back up, but I pulled her down, down, down, the slender strap-on easily burrowing into her tight ass.  I was briefly tempted to be gentle about it, out of respect for her apparent consent, and then dismissed the idea.  I didn't want her to enjoy this anyway, and I was in the mood for some rough buttfucking.  So I pulled down hard, until I felt her cheeks press against my legs.  In front of her, the dumbbell hung in mid air, and I saw fresh blood running down her stomach and over her thighs.

“Good piggy,” I cooed, “taking her Mistress's cock like she's meant to.  A virgin cunt and a busted ass; that sounds just right for a filthy piggy.”  I rotated my hips in small circles, hearing Piggy gasp as I stretched her hole wider.  As soon as I let go of her legs, she popped back up, eager to get relief from the pain.

I paused for a second, to give her time to appreciate what she'd just done.  It didn't take long before she let out a piercing scream, even louder than before.  My dildo had been wedged in there deep and snug, her rectum clamping down on it as its natural response to intrusion.  Forcibly removing it like that was like a mirror of when I tore her hole open, only worse, because the walls inside had already been scraped raw this time.

As her scream faded away, I pulled her back down, her shredded anus brutalized once more.  This time she didn't move when I let her go.  I guess even her stretched nipples didn't hurt as much as lifting her ass off my dildo had.  “Keep moving,” I ordered, but she ignored me.  “This is your only warning, piggy.  In a few minutes, you'll be bouncing your ass on my cock, one way or another.  This is as easy as it gets.”

She whimpered and shifted a little, clearly wanting to obey, but the pain was too much and she halted again.  I feigned anger at her refusal, but deep down, I was delighted.  I'd been waiting for a good excuse to try my new toy out.

There was a small unobtrusive button on side of the dildo, near the base.  I stroked it a few times, savoring what was about to happen, then giggled and pressed it.  Piggy didn't see me do it and offered no reaction, so I just lay there and watched, almost giddy.

For the first twenty seconds, nothing happened.  And then she let out the loudest, most inhuman shriek I'd ever heard, and jumped desperately to her feet.

I'd tested the dildo out on myself when I first got it, and had been impressed with its results.  It was really more of a torture device than anything else, its outer surface just a shell for a small heating coil.  When I'd touched it to my arm, it had felt like it was on fire, and I'd immediately yanked it away, certain there would be first or second degree burns. To my surprise, my flesh was red and swollen but otherwise unmarked.  The heating dildo didn't do any permanent damage, it just hurt.  A lot.  I wagered that as far as Piggy was concerned, I'd stuffed a red hot poker up her ass.

She whined as I pulled her back down again, burying the burning rod in her guts.  “I did warn you, piggy.” I told her as I cooked her from the inside.  “There is an important lesson here: obeying your Mistress is always the right thing to do.”

Piggy no longer showed the slightest hesitation when it came to lifting herself up.  She'd do anything to spare herself even a moment of her anal torture.  We soon fell into a comfortable rhythm.  Comfortable for me, that is.  I couldn't see Piggy's expression from where I was laying, but the hot tears cascading down told me everything.

Several orgasms later, when I at last grew tired of the game, I stopped and turned off the dildo, basking in the sense of euphoria that comes from making someone suffer.  Above me, Piggy's body quivered as she sobbed.  It was a beautiful sound, and it made me itch to hurt her even more.  “You ungrateful bitch,” I snarled, pretending anger again.  “I go through all this trouble to help you get in shape, and all you do is cry about it?!  Where's my thanks?!”

Piggy started.  “I-I... thank you...”

“And what exactly are you thanking me for, stupid piggy?”

“For... “ she swallowed.  “For helping me get in shape.”

“And...?”

She looked lost.  “And... uh...”

“And for fucking your tight piggy butt, right?'

“Yes, Mistress.  Thank you for... for fucking my tight piggy butt.”

I stood up and dusted myself off, then inspected the strap-on.  “What a messy piggy you are,” I remarked, looking at the shit stains.  “Did I tell you to smear your shit all over my brand new dildo?”

Piggy blanched as she looked at the filthy thing.  “N-no, Mistress.”

“No what?”

“...No Mistress, you didn't tell your piggy to smear her shit all over your brand new dildo.”

I held her jaw open with one hand, and with the other slowly pushed the dildo into her mouth.  The look of horror and revulsion on Piggy's face was priceless.  When it was all the way in, I buckled the straps around her head to secure it.  “My dick had better be spotless when I take it back out,” I warned her.  “If you haven't licked and sucked every last speck of your filth off of it,. I'm going to ram it back in your ass, turn it to the hottest setting, and then leave it in there for a whole day.  Understood?”

Piggy nodded, her face scrunched up in disgust at the dildo's taste.

“Good piggy.”  I yawned.  “Phew.  Fucking your ass was hard work.  I don't know about you, but I'm ready to call it a night.”  Piggy nodded, clearly looking forward to the end of this long day.

About fifteen minutes later, she didn't look so happy about it.  “Isn't this exactly what you wanted?” I asked her with a smile.  “A way to force you to exercise?”

Piggy gave me a pathetic look, silently entreating me for mercy.  My pet was walking on a dusty treadmill that had been languishing away in her basement.  I'd taken the chains on her nipple rings and tied them off to the front of the machine.  With her hands still cuffed behind her, she had no choice but to keep moving if she didn't want her tits tortured.  On either side of the treadmill were simple planks of wood with rows of nails sticking up, deterrents against trying to step off.

It had only been a few minutes, and already she was looking winded.  “Just eleven more minutes, and then machine will stop and give you a five minute break,” I said.  “Fifteen minutes of walking, five minutes of rest, then back to walking.   An easy workout to start you off.”

I caught her eyes and held them. “Or maybe you'd rather I stopped all this,” I said, my voice soft and cold.   “I will, if you ask for it.  I'll untie you and leave, and you'll never see me again.  You will be nothing but a dumb lonely pig for the rest of your life.  Is that what you want?”

Piggy shook her head, which was a relief.  I'd been bluffing, naturally. There was no way my new toy was getting away from me.  But if she believed she was doing all this at least partly of her own free will, it made things so much easier.

I turned off the lights, leaving her in darkness.  “I'm off to bed, pet.  See you in eight or nine hours.”

 

Second Interlude

Piggy gasped for air as I lifted her head out of the toilet bowl.  Her mouth hung open, wet hair plastered to her face.  I gave her only a few seconds before shoving her back down into the dirty water.

Her head thrashed back and forth, but I had a firm grip on her hair.  And with her arms cuffed behind her and her ankles wrapped together in tape duct, she had no leverage.  So she remained kneeling in her bathroom, slowly drowning in her own toilet.

The smell in the room was nauseating.  I'd dragged her in here earlier, sat her on the bowl, and ordered to relieve herself.  Piggy was still a bit shy about a few things, but it didn't take long to get her to do her business, and then I'd added my own piss and shit to hers.

What she didn't know was that I'd already stuffed some of her dirty laundry down the pipe.  So when I pushed the flush lever, the clogged toilet had nearly overflowed, the bowl filling almost to the brim with murky water.  Piggy had stared open mouthed at the mess in horrified fascination... until I'd stuck her head in it.

“This is what dirty piggies do,” I said as she continued to struggle.  “They roll around in their own filth!  Is that the kind of piggy you are?!”  The filthy water was far from clear, but I could see her cheeks hollow out as she desperately gulped down more of it.  She hadn't wanted to at first, but after being submerged for about ten minutes, with only the smallest of breaks to catch her breath, she'd finally given in.  By now most of the water was gone, and there was barely enough to suffocate her with.

I lifted her head up again, and banged it against the back of the toilet.  “Bad piggy!  Your orders were to clean the bowl, not dry it!  You can't just leave all that shit sitting on the bottom!  We'd better start all over.”  She groaned as I hit the flush lever again, and the bowl began to fill back up.

“Please!” she gasped, her chest heaving.  “Your piggy will never do it again, Mistress!  It was an accident!”

I pushed her head forward until it was right above the surface, the tip of her nose just barely touching the water.  “Did you or did you not piss yourself during our exercise session?” I asked in a severe tone.

“Y-your piggy did...”

“Does getting piss all over herself, her Mistress, and her Mistress's nice carpet seem like a good thing for a slave to do?”

“...No, Mistress...”

“So even an idiot like you knows that what you did was wrong.  I spend all this time and effort on you, and you have to go and disappoint me like this.  Maybe I was wrong.  Maybe I shouldn't be wasting my time on such a disgusting, ungrateful pig.”

Piggy was crying now, heavy sobs that made her whole frame shake.  “Please Mistress,” she sobbed.  “I'll do better!  Please don't abandon me!  I'll be good!”

I released my grip on her hair.  “Prove it.”

She stared into the water for a long moment, her reflection gazing back at her.  Slowly, almost solemnly, she lowered her head into the grimy bowl, and I heard her beginning to chew and swallow.  Her whole body shuddered violently, but she only hesitated a second before continuing.  “That's right,” I encouraged, stroking her back.  “That's a good piggy.”

 

Chapter Three

The days passed as Piggy and I got into our roles of slave and mistress.  Her progress was fantastic.  Constant exercise, coupled with a strict diet (which included plenty of pussy juice) got her shedding quite a few pounds.  She was still overweight, but not obese, with her tits thankfully remaining as large and juicy as ever.  And now that I was in charge of her hair and makeup, she looked positively adorable.

We fell into a steady routine after that first weekend.  On weekdays, Piggy would come to work as usual, where I'd treat her like my normal friend Allison.  She had assured me that she wouldn't talk to anyone about what we were doing, and I believed her, but as insurance I occasionally reminded her about the fake contract, or the wealth of home videos we'd made by now.  I had plenty of footage that made our relationship look completely consensual, and in some weird way it almost was.

In the evening and on weekends, we'd both go back to her home, which was looking much better now that I was forcing her to clean it up every once in a while.  For hours, I'd put her through sadistic workouts and fuck her, often at the same time.  If she'd performed well, her reward would be getting to lick her Mistress's pussy, then sleep at the foot of her old bed, which I now occupied.  When she didn't do so good, her punishment was licking her Mistress's pussy while I beat her with a  riding crop, then spending all night on the treadmill.  Either way, her tongue spent long hours buried in my slit, learning all the right tricks to getting me off.

The constant abuse had a noticeable impact on Piggy's personality.  She'd never been a very outgoing girl, and she drew in on herself even further, becoming quiet and furtive.  There were times, particularly after rough sessions, that she clearly hated me and what I was doing to her, but most of the time she seemed genuinely grateful.  I was hurting her, certainly, but I also praised her when she'd earned it, tended her wounds when she was injured, and showed her more affection and attention than anyone else had in a long time.  It was the affection of an owner for her pet, of course, but that didn't matter to her.

She didn't love me, not yet, but she wanted to make me happy.  Not just to keep me from hurting her, but because she craved my approval.  A simple “good piggy” would make her glow with joy.

She finally lost her virginity on our three month anniversary.  I told her about it in advance, and enjoyed the way she spent all day at work trembling and nervous.  I made her stay late a few hours so I'd have time to set things up at home.

I don't know what she was expecting to see when she came through the door, but it probably wasn't roses.  She stood silent for a long moment, awestruck by the sight.  I'd artfully scattered petals all over the house, and lit numerous candles, giving the whole place a cozy sensual feel.  She glanced at me nervously, and I gave her a warm smile.

“This is a very special night, piggy, for the both of us, and I want it to be perfect.  I know I'm often harsh, but the honest truth is that becoming your Mistress is the best thing that ever happened to me, and tonight I'm going to show you just how much you mean to me.”

We usually began every evening by binding her arms, and this time was no different, but I'd prepared something different from the usual ropes and zip ties.  Piggy giggled as I wrapped each of her wrists with a soft silk scarf, careful not to make them too tight, and then connected the scarves together in a big bow.

I hooked a finger under the bow, and gently led her along to the dining room, where I had a lavish dinner ready and waiting.  She glanced around the floor, looking for her food bowl, but there was none to be seen.  Instead, I brought her to a bright fluffy cushion I'd placed next to my chair, and settled her down onto her knees.

I took a small morsel of food from my plate and held it in front of her in the palm of my hand.  She eyed it warily at first, probably expecting I was trying to trick her into eating something gross, but when she finally bent down and took it in her mouth, she discovered to her obvious delight that it was filet mignon, cooked to perfection if I do say so myself.

I cut a piece for myself, and then fed her another by hand.  We continued that way for the whole meal, neither of us ever speaking a word.  Piggy was used to only being allowed to answer direct questions, and I preferred to be silent for now.

When dinner was over, we took a shower together.   That was a common enough experience for the both of us, but usually it was her job to wash me, and I allowed her only cold water to clean herself up.

This time it was I who washed her, massaging her whole body with liquid soap and my own two hands.  Her diet had already done away with the pimples that had once covered her face and torso, and my hands now ran over flesh that was silky smooth.

By the time the shower ended and I'd bundled her up with a soft warm towel, fresh from the dryer, she was more relaxed than I'd ever seen her, but she tensed back up when I led her into the bedroom, remembering what was soon to happen.  I took my time about it, easing her in with soft kisses and gentle caresses.  There were still no words passed between us as we lay entangled in bed, but by the time I brought out the dildo, Piggy seemed ready, both physically and mentally.

I had her kneel on all fours on the bed, and used more scarves to secure her there, then added a silk blindfold to leave her sightless.  For long minutes, I stroked her body with the dildo, running it over her back, sliding it across her legs, and so on.  “Are you ready to finally lose your virginity, my pet?” I asked her, my words whispered into her ear.

She nodded, and breathed “yes Mistress.”  Her voice was husky, and full of need.  I guess she hadn't been as straight as she'd thought.

I stepped away and buckled on the strap-on, then gave my slave an affectionate pat on the back.  I'd been really looking forward to this.

Piggy didn't react much at first when the dick began poking at her slit.  It wasn't until it had already sunk a few inches into her that I could tell she realized something was wrong.  Her forehead furrowed as she must have registered that the cock in her pussy was warmer and softer than any dildo I'd ever used on her.  It might have taken her a little longer to figure out exactly what was going on, but her lover gave himself away by snorting.

She screamed and tried to get away, but I'd tied her up well, and her wiggling ass did nothing to stop the pig that was mounting her.  He was a big Lancashire hog that that I'd chosen specifically for his larger than average genitalia.  It had been damn expensive finding him, and no easy trick keeping him quiet in the closet all night, but it was all well worth it to see my pet react with such horror and disgust.

I wasn't about to just stand there and watch, so I clambered onto the bed myself and began putting my strap-on to use.  Piggy gagged and choked as I shoved it between her lips and deeper.  I'd never throatfucked her before, and I found it quite enjoyable.

“Stupid piggy,” I told her, giggling, as I bounced her head in my lap.  “Did you really think I was going to fuck you myself?  A pig like you deserves to lose her virginity to another pig.”

She sobbed as the beast rutted against her and I reamed her throat.  He pawed at her with his hooves, and his drool splattered across her back.  “I think he likes you,” I teased.  “He must really want to fill you full of piglets.  Ah, if only that were possible.  I'd love to see a litter spewing out of your stretched cunt.  But there's no reason we can't enjoy letting him try.  And don't worry about the blindfold; I'm getting this all on tape.  We can watch it together later.”

Eventually the pig came, shooting his seed deep into my piggy's virgin cunt.  I felt her gagging at the sensation of his warm goo filling her up, but she managed to avoid vomiting.  “Now wasn't that fun?” I asked her, pulling my dildo out of her throat.

She coughed for a few seconds before answering in a shaky voice.  “Y-yes, Mistress.  Thank you.”

“No need to thank me just yet, little piggy.  This is a special night, and we're going to take our time enjoying it.  It would be a shame if you only got to be with your new lover once, right?”

Tears began to drip past the blindfold.  “Yes Mistress.”

After that, I untied her and made her suck the hog until he was hard, and then let him mount her again.  Then she did the exact same thing, except that this time the pig got to shove his cock up her asshole.  By the time morning came, his cum was dribbling out of all three of her holes.

As I'd promised, I made Piggy a video of the experience.  For the next few weeks, whenever I left her alone to do her exercises, I made sure to bring the TV so she could watch it while she worked.  I'd quiz her on bits of it afterward, with questions like “How many thrusts did it take your lover to cum in your cunt the second time?” or “How long did you have to suck him off before he was ready for round five?”  With severe punishments as incentives, it wasn't long before Piggy had every moment of the tape memorized.  I didn't want my pet to ever forget even a single second of her deflowering.

 

 

 

Chapter Four

It was about five months after we'd started, and Piggy and I were enjoying a quiet evening at home.  I was slumped in a chair, idly watching some TV while Piggy knelt on the floor between my legs, her tongue hard at work.  She had plenty of experience in the fine art of cunt licking by now, and well, let's just say I wasn't paying much attention to the television.

Piggy was also busy exercising, thanks to two of her favorite toys: dildos with wires on the end that weights could be attached to.  In addition to being used like any other pair of weights, I often made her go about her day with both dildos stuffed inside her and strict orders not to let them fall out.  This proved an excellent way to train her pussy and ass muscles, leaving her holes even tighter than when they were virgin.

At the moment she was pumping both dildos in and out of herself.  I'd found myself lamenting one day that I couldn't fuck all three of her holes at the same time, and decided to do something about that.  Ever since, Piggy has standard orders to fuck whatever holes are open when I'm using her.  Usually I provide a couple dildos, but she's spent more than a few hours finger fucking her own throat or fisting her bottom holes.

I shuddered to yet another orgasm.  I'd lost track of how many I'd had so far tonight, but it was at least in the double digits.  God I loved owning a slave.  “You've made excellent progress, my pet,” I told her, stroking her hair.  “You're not as nearly as fat and worthless as you used to be.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” came her muffled response.  Her tongue was still dancing, but I could see her face stretching into a wide grin.  There was nothing feigned about it; she was genuinely happy to serve me like this.

Which is why things had to change.

“I've decided to move on to the next stage of your training.  It's time for you to learn how to fuck.  Your tongue is doing good, but there's room for improvement, and you're hopeless when it comes to regular sex.”

With impeccable timing, her doorbell rang.  “So I've brought someone in to help,” I finished, smiling.

Piggy regarded her front door with absolute terror.  Until now, it had always been just her and me     (minus the pig).  Exposing herself to someone else was a horrifying idea.  To her, anyway.  I was getting horny just thinking about it.

She gave me an uneasy look, but crawled over to the front door and opened it.  Standing outside was a wretch of a man.  He was sixty if he was a day, and smelled like he hadn't bathed since disco was sweeping the nation.  He leered amiably at my naked pet, showing yellowed teeth.

“I found this fine gentleman in an alley this morning,” I said.  “His name, believe it or not, is Rat.”  I gave him a sunny smile.  “Like we agreed, you can do whatever you want with her, as long as you don't injure her permanently.  Just remember to beat her whenever she's not doing a good job.  You're not here to fuck her, you're here to get her to fuck you.”

“Please, Mistress,” Piggy begged.  “Your piggy is sorry!  Whatever she's done wrong, she apologizes!”  She crawled over and started kissing my feet.  “Please don't punish your pet like this.”

I glared at her.  “I already told you, you stupid cunt, this isn't a punishment, it's part of your training.  And you're being very rude to Rat.  He came all the way over here to help you out, and this is how you react?”

She swallowed fearfully, and looked back at the man.  “I'm... this piggy is sorry, Mr Rat.  Thank you for helping me be a better slave.”

Rat chuckled.  “I understand, sweetheart.”  His voice held the worn gravel of a lifetime smoker.  “I've known plenty of girlies into BDSM in my time.”  He gave the both of us a hard look.  “But like I told your lady friend, old Rat's no rapist.  She said this was all consensual, but I want to hear it straight from you too.”

I knew that there was nothing Piggy wanted less, but there was no way she could refuse.  By now, she needed me more than ever, and she knew it.  “Yes, Mr. Rat.  This... is what I want.  Piggy is a dumb slut who needs your help.”

Rat seemed convinced, relaxing a little and smiling at her.  “Good. Now, if you really want to show me how sorry you are, why don't you raise that big butt of yours in the air and tell me how much you want my pecker in your cute pussy?”

Piggy obeyed, taking the first dildo out of her pussy.  She started to pull the second one out of her ass, but I stopped her.  She grimaced, but made no argument.  “Please, Mr. Rat,” she pleaded, “this piggy's hole is so empty.  She needs you to fill it up with your big, strong cock.”

Rat didn't hesitate.  In a matter of moments, his trousers were down, and he had his hands on my slave's hips, driving his greasy cock into her warm snatch.  Her pumped her a few times, then stopped.  “Well?” he demanded.  “The hell's wrong with you, girlie?  Start fucking me back.”

She slowly began to wiggle her ass, her movements uncertain.  Rat gave a disappointed shake of his head, but said nothing.  He just reached into one pocket and pulled out a battered pack of smokes.  His hands shook slightly with age as he took a lighter out from another pocket and lit up.

He stood there silent and still for a long minute, enjoying his cigarette, while Piggy labored beneath him.  Then he took the cigarette and pressed it lightly against her left ass cheek.

Piggy jumped at the unexpected pain and stopped moving, but when the cigarette kissed her again, this time on the right ass cheek, she got the picture.  Her hips started moving faster, her cheeks slapping against his crotch as she rocked back and forth.

“That's better,” Rat said approvingly, puffing on the cigarette again.  He idly played with the dildo in Piggy's ass, twisting it around slowly and pushing it in and out.  “Old Rat doesn't want to hurt you, no sir, he just wants a good fuck.  You keep pumping me like that, honey, and you won't get any more nasty burns.”

Inwardly, I was very impressed.  I'd chosen Rat because he was old and disgusting, and hadn't really expected him to do much more than pound my slave and gross her out.  “You know what?” I said on impulse, “you can come by here anytime.  Bring your friends, too.  Tell them it's a hundred bucks for an all-day pass.  As long as they don't permanently injure her, anything goes.”

Rat leered at me.  “And how much to fuck you too, honey?” 

I laughed.  “More than you could afford.  You'll have to be satisfied with my pig.”

He scowled slightly, but didn't argue.  It didn't take much longer for Piggy to milk the cum out of him.  When he pulled out, she curled up into a ball, her face wet with tears.  Rat's seed dripped out of her pussy and ran down her legs.

I frowned at her.  “That's perfectly good cum you're spilling.  Are you just going to let it ruin the carpet?”

I saw her shudder in quick revulsion, then she steeled herself and got on all fours.  She started licking the floor, her hands occasionally darting back to wipe more of the dribbling cum off her legs before sucking her fingers clean.  “Good piggy,” I said.  “While you're cleaning that up, I want you to think about how you're going to ask Rat to fuck your ass for you.  It had better be good, because if he isn't hard again by the time you've finished talking, you'll spend every night for the next week running on the treadmill.”

Piggy shuddered again, but as soon as she was finished she presented her ass to Rat once more, moving the dildo from her asshole to her pussy and then holding her anus wide open with her fingers.  “Please, Mr Rat,” she begged again.  “bust this piggy's ass open with that big, thick cock of yours.  She wants to feel every inch of you deep inside her, making her hurt so good.  She can't wait to milk more hot, wonderful cum out of you.

“Just please, please, promise that when it's over, you'll let her suck you off.   There's nothing this piggy would love more than to fill her mouth with your delicious dick, coated with your creamy sperm and her own bitter shit.  Oh, what a lovely reward that would be for a good piggy!”

Not bad.  More than enough to get Rat going, anyway, and he was soon giving her exactly what she'd asked for.  As she fucked him back, she looked up at me desperately, wondering when this latest nightmare would end.  No trace of her earlier happiness remained in her expression.

I smiled and pulled her head back to my crotch.

 

Third Interlude

On a chilly autumn morning, there are few greater temptations than a soft, warm bed, and I indulged in mine for a few hours longer than usual.  When I did finally get up, I found Piggy right where I left her: hogtied by the foot of the bed.  Judging from her sunken eyes and dull shivering, I doubt she managed to get any sleep.

I nudged her face with my foot.  “And how is my piggy doing this morning?”

“Your piggy is eager to serve, Mistress,” she replied.  Her tone was weary, but the words came automatically by now.  She knew this dance.  That didn't stop her from sighing a little when I crouched down and began roughly fingering her slit.

I've found that I like keeping her horny.  Every time Piggy makes me cum, I get an extra little thrill from knowing her own body is desperately craving the same thing.

That's not to say I never let her cum.  No, there's a lot of fun to be had there too.  I make a game of it, looking for degrading or painful circumstances in which to bring her to orgasm.  Nothing beats, say, pounding her sweet cunt and teasing her clit at the same time until she's panting for it, then making her finish herself off by fingering her ass while licking my strap on clean.  Or handing her a dildo smeared with Tabasco and forcing her to masturbate to a climax with it.

In no time at all, the fat slut was soaking wet.  I took my hand away and cleaned it with her hair, then untied her.  In the shower, Piggy dutifully washed me all over.  My first orgasm of the morning came swiftly after, Piggy on her knees putting her tongue to work.  I enjoy long, drawn-out showers, and this one was no exception.  I made it to orgasm number five before the hot water began to run out.

That was my cue to leave.  I wrapped myself in a warm towel, sat on the toilet, and watched Piggy continue the shower with icy cold water.  Knowing that failure to clean herself up properly was an offense I didn't take lightly, she spent a good fifteen minutes making sure every nook and cranny of her body was taken care of.  Following that, she used the shower head to give herself a quick enema and douche.

Once she was done, she spent a few minutes shaking herself dry, then knelt at my feet, awaiting my next command.  Much to her surprise, I ordered her to get dressed.  Piggy doesn't get to wear clothes very often, so she wasted no time.

She still had only her own clothes, so not only were they tacky, they were now ill-fitting after months of weight loss.  She ended up in a baggy pink sweater with flowers on the front, and a pair of white jeans that were so loose she had to hold them up with one hand.  At any other time, I'd have been embarrassed to see her like that, but in this case it would do.

I led her to a window that overlooked the street.  It was mostly empty, but there were a few people around taking walks or attending to outside chores.  I looked at my options, and eventually settled on a  man raking the leaves in his yard across the street and a few houses down.  “Piggy,” I said, “today we're going to work on your shyness.  The only thing my slave should be scared of is me.”  I pointed to the man.  “So you're going to walk up to that guy over there, and convince him to fuck you.”

Piggy looked down at the man, then back to me, dumbfounded.  “But... I... Mistress...I can't...”

I scowled.  “Are you refusing an order?”

She stiffened.  “No!  No, Mistress, your piggy would never... she just... she doesn't know how...”

“It's very simple.  Just tell him about what a dirty slut you are, and how much you need his cock.  You can bring him back here or let him take you somewhere else.  Hell, if he wants to pound you right there on that lawn, you just spread your legs and take it.  The only rule is that he has to use a condom, and you have to bring it back for proof.  It'll make a nice keepsake.”

Piggy looked like she was about to throw up, but she knew not to argue further.  She took the condom I offered her and went to the front door, lingering a moment to turn back and look at me.  I made a shooing motion, and she hurriedly left.

I watched her stroll nervously up to the raking neighbor.  I couldn't make out anything they were saying, but after a few minutes he led her inside his house.  I squinted and tried to catch a glimpse of what they were doing, but it was no use.  Eventually I gave up and switched on the TV.

About two hours passed before I heard the front door open.  “Well?” I asked impatiently.  “Tell me everything.”

Piggy blushed as she produced the wrinkled condom from her pocket.  “Mr. Harris was... I told him that he looked lonely, and he invited me inside for tea.  He told me all about his wife.  She passed away three years ago, and they never had any kids, so he's been living there all alone ever since.

“He just seemed so sad.  I said that... that I wanted to do something nice for him, so I took his hand and I led him to his bedroom, and...”  A small smile appeared.  “It was... it was nice.  He held me after, and he told me that I was beautiful.”

She looked directly up at me, her eyes shining and her smile wider.  “You were right, Mistress.  There was nothing to be scared of.”

She was happy about what she'd just done?  God fucking dammit.  I frowned and snatched the condom out of her hand, making her flinch.  “And who is this 'I' you keep talking about?  Has my piggy forgotten what she is just because a human being enjoyed shoving his dick in her twat?”

“N-no, Mistress!” insisted Piggy, shaking a little.  “Your piggy is sorry!  She was being a stupid cunt again!”

“Get on the treadmill right now,” I ordered.  “Until morning.”

“But it's only--”

“And now you're giving me back talk?  Open your mouth.”  She obeyed, and I placed the used condom in there.  “You want something to do with your mouth, chew on that while you exercise.  Now go!”

She hurried away, fresh tears already on her cheeks, and I shook my head.  Not every experiment could be a success.  That dumb bitch.

 

 

Chapter Five

Life was good.

Piggy continued to slim down as the weeks went by.  I gave my pet almost no rest, tormenting her day and night.  I decided at one point that her job was getting in the way, so I refused to let her go back to the office, and she was fired within a few days.  That was all it took to turn her into a full-time slave.  Of course, this meant I now had to support the both of us, but between the house whose mortgage had been paid off decades ago, and all the extra cash I was getting on the side from whoring her out, I was making money hand over first.

Not long after Rat started coming by, I'd officially put her on a “sperm and pussy” diet.  My piggy only received just enough actual food and water to keep her alive.  After every grueling workout, she had to beg me for the opportunity to suck all the moisture she could find out of my slit.

As for the sperm part, now that she no longer had a job, I gradually made her humiliation more public.  Piggy made separate calls to all of our male co-workers, where she pleaded with them to come by and gift her with some of their cum.  Many were suspicious of a prank, or asked her if she was in trouble, but almost all of them, including the married ones, were eventually persuaded to visit.  Like Rat, they easily accepted that she and I were simply in a kinky relationship, and that she was a willing participant in everything.  After all, why question things when you can just go along with it and get some cheap pussy?

Piggy hated having sex with any of them, of course, but she did it for me.  She might cry whenever I told her it was time to find a new customer, but when I'd ask her if she didn't want to be my slave anymore, she was quick to assure me otherwise.

Some of them actually treated her well, like that fucking asshole Harris had, but I weeded them out quickly.  The only ones I let turn into regular customers were the ones who enjoyed using and abusing her.

After Piggy had contacted every man from her old life, I hit the jackpot.  Remember the guy she'd been dating online?  The one who'd called her a pig, kick starting this whole wonderful mess?  Yeah, I found him.  I got in touch and convinced him to give her a second chance.

The three of us met in the park around midnight.  He turned out to be a twenty-something nerd with greasy hair and no fashion sense.  It was pretty obvious why Piggy had once thought she had a chance with him.  But by now, she was way out of his league.

The kid nearly fainted when he saw the two of us.  I'd dressed her in sexy black lingerie that clung to her body and emphasized her sleek new figure.  She still wasn't completely thin, and maybe never would be, but she was curvy and voluptuous, and that was even better.

I'd also spent a long time in the bathroom getting her hair and makeup perfect, but that wasn't easily apparent, thanks to her costume: a blonde wig and Miss Piggy mask.  And to complete the picture, she was crawling behind me, the leash I held connecting to a pink leather collar around her neck.  A mistress and her pig, out for a late night stroll.

The two stared silently at each for a few seconds, until I coughed.  “My slave has something she'd like to tell you,” I told the geek, and nudged Piggy with my foot.  We'd practiced this speech several times.

“Jeremy,” she said, her voice slightly muffled by the mask, “thank you.  If it wasn't for your honesty and forthrightness, none of this would have been possible.  You called me a pig, and you were right.  Even though my body has changed, I am and will always be a fat, filthy pig.  My only regret is that I went though life for so long thinking that I was a human being.  But at last, I've learned that I'm just a dirty animal whose only purpose in life is to be abused and fucked by my betters.

“Please, Jeremy,” she begged, “allow me to apologize for deceiving you into thinking that I was a real person.  I'm a good piggy now, who's been taught to fuck and suck like she was always meant to, and I want to show you everything I've learned.”  She crawled forward to begin kissing his shoes.  “I know I'm just a disgusting animal, but my cunt is hot and wet, my asshole tight and well-trained, and my mouth eager and hungry.”

She nuzzled his crotch, tongue pressed against the growing bulge there.  “You'll love the way my holes feel, I promise.  I'll make them so good for you!  You can have all of them, now and any other time you want.  It's the only way I can thank you for what you've done for me.”

Jeremy just stood there, speechless, until I handed him her leash and pointed to the public bathroom nearby.  Piggy began crawling over there, and he numbly followed.  The two disappeared into the bathroom, and I didn't see them again until morning.  And that was how Piggy gained her most frequent customer.

If Piggy was unhappy with all this, she gave no sign.  In fact, she didn't show much displeasure about anything anymore.  Despite everything I put her through, she had only grown more and more devoted to me over time.  As the brief moments of affection and mercy I showed her became rarer, their scarcity only made them stand out even more in her mind.  She loved me, and believed that I loved her back, and that the sadism was just my only way of expressing it.

It was starting to piss me off.  The whole point was to make her suffer, yet against all odds, she was somehow finding happiness in our arrangement.

Half the problem was Rat.  It turned out the old shitbird had something of a gang, a bunch of Vietnam vets who'd taken to the open road.  They'd travel to a city, work some odd jobs here and there for a while, then move on to the next.  He told me once that his goal was to spend at least a year in every one of the fifty states.  I almost asked him how he was planning to drive to Hawaii, but held my tongue.

At first, they'd seemed perfect.  Each one was older and grimier than the last, and they were astonishingly virile for their age.  They'd come by and spend the whole day passing Piggy back and forth, making use of all her holes.

But despite their grizzled appearances, they were, well, nice.  They'd fuck her, sure, roughly and sometimes sadistically, but they weren't mean about it.  They thought Piggy was a willing partner who got off on the pain and abuse, so there was no real malice behind their actions.  They might face fuck her until she puked, or string her up and whip her, but only because they thought that was what she wanted.  They were kind and chatty most of the time, telling her jokes, sharing old war stories, and they were careful never to push her too far or do anything that would cause serious harm.  One time, when she got the flu for a week and I was forced to keep her in bed and let her rest, the buffoons actually sent her a get well card.  I even caught Piggy cumming sometimes when she was with them.   She was always punished long and hard for it after they'd left, but I couldn't make too big a deal about it while they were still around.

So I was understandably relieved when Rat told me they were leaving one day.  They'd stayed in the same place longer than usual this time, mostly because of Piggy, but they were itching to get back on the road.  And after one last farewell gangbang that lasted hours, they were gone.

Things still weren't right with Piggy, though.  I abused her and enjoyed it, but my heart just wasn't in it anymore.  The scared, naive girl that had been so fun to torment was long gone.  My slave had built up quite a pain tolerance by now, and was surprised by little.  She endured her punishments without begging, said all the right things, and obeyed my every command.  It was unbelievably frustrating.  Worst of all, I could see the love and devotion in her eyes.  She barely even minded being a slave anymore, as long as it meant being with me.

At last, I was forced to conclude that she was no longer useful as a slave, and I began looking into ways to replace her.  Once I started to seriously consider the thought of a new slave, I found the idea exhilarating.  Someone younger this time, a bright-eyed and innocent girl, a virgin who'd never even heard of half the things I would do to her.

I started having recurring dreams of owning a new slave.  There would be a faceless girl tied up on the floor, begging me to let her go home.  I would just lay back and listen to her plead with me over and over, her throat growing hoarse and raw, choking out words until her voice completely failed her.  And then I would be ready to take her.

She'd whimper and try to wriggle away as I'd slowly approach.  I'd easily corner her, then kneel down to run my hands across her soft flesh.  My new pet, ready to be trained.  I'd give her a long, slow kiss and try to decide where to begin.

That's where the dream always ended, and where I would wake up with soaked panties.  Seeing my old, used up slave after that would fill me with irritation, and I'd spend the next few hours beating and punishing her for it.

Piggy and I were in the living room when I finally broke the news to her one evening.  I wasn't even fucking her, that's how much she disgusted me by now.  I just sat in a chair reading while she ran through her nightly calisthenics.

She froze in place, in the middle of doing some situps, and regarded me with a look of profound terror, an expression she hadn't shown me in a very long time.  “D-did your pet do something wrong?” she asked, her eyes filling with tears.  “She'll be a better slave, Mistress, she will!  Just tell her what she needs to do and she'll obey!”

Piggy crawled over to my chair and clutched at my legs.  “She knows she's just a stupid pig, and she makes mistakes.  Punish her as much as you want, just don't... don't abandon her!  Why... why don't you hurt your piggy, Mistress?  That always makes you feel better!  You haven't used the whip on me in a long time and-and my feet have healed up from last week.  You'd really make me scream if you tied me down and whipped them!”

I kicked at her, and she rolled over onto her side.  “Enough backtalk.  You're my slave, not my girlfriend.  If I want to throw you out with the trash or drown you in the river, I will, and the only thing I should ever hear from you about it is 'whatever you want, Mistress'.”

“But... “ Her voice was a sad whisper.  “But I love you...”

Jesus fucking Christ.  That was it.  That was the last straw.  I got up from my chair and walked over to her prone form, then bent down and twisted her nipple as hard as I could.  Piggy winced in pain as I yanked up, forcing her to rise to her feet, until we were face to face.  “I don't want your love, you fat stupid piece of shit!” I shouted.  “Why is that so hard for you to understand?!”

“I-”

“Do you seriously believe that I love you back?!  Do you honestly think that I see you as anything more than a fucking glorified sex toy?!  What the hell do I have to do to make you grasp the simple fact that I don't fucking care?!”

Her head dropped down, and I could see tear drops fall to the carpet.  When her voice came out, it was soft and sad.  “I... I know, Mistress.  I know you don't love me.  I know that you only care about causing me pain.  Even when we were just friends, I always knew that you never really liked me.”

She looked back up at me, eyes wet.  “But I still need you, Mistress.  Even though you hate me, even though I don't think someone like you is even capable of love.  Even though being your slave is awful and scary and I hate it.

“I need you, because otherwise I'm just alone.  I'm just a girl that nobody cares about, that nobody wants.  A girl who might as well not even exist.  You give my life meaning.  Being your slave is all I have.  You are all I have.  And even if you hate me...  being hated is still better than being alone”.

I shook my head with disgust and slapped her, making her head reel.  “It's like you're not even listening.   I don't give a shit.  After everything I've done, you think I'm going to care about hurting your fucking feelings?” 

I slapped her again.  “You want attention?  You want to feel wanted?  Then I have just the plan.  We're gonna go on a road trip, piggy, to somewhere far far away from here.  I'll tie you up all nice, with a  bow and a little sign that says “this fucktoy needs a new owner”, and dump you in an alley or something.  Somewhere some bums can find you and have their very own shitpig to service their cocks.  You won't be feeling lonely when you're getting gangraped day and night, will you?”

I slapped her again.

Well... I tried to slap her again.

She caught my arm as it came at her, her fingers pinioning my wrist.  I tried to break free of her grip, but it was like iron.

“No,” Piggy said, and something burned in her eyes.  “You're not going to leave me.  I won't let you.”

How was she so strong?  I kicked her, but it barely made her flinch.  She pulled me closer, and suddenly I was in a headlock, fighting for breath.

Stars flashed behind my eyes as I looked up at her in confusion.  Who was this woman assaulting me?  It couldn't be my Piggy, that fat, clumsy girl that I could push around so easily.  This woman was lean and muscled, her body toughened by months of strict dieting and heavy exercising.

I looked at my own flailing limbs and had a similar shock.  What I remembered as thin and firm was now flabby and weak.  But I was always so careful to exercise and eat right and take care of myself.  Except... except I hadn't been.  I'd had a slave to do everything for me.  I had relaxed and spoiled myself and just laid back while she made me cum, and now...

I blacked out.

 

Chapter Six

 

I awoke in darkness, feeling a soft warmth against my lips.  Piggy broke off the kiss and looked down at me, smiling.  “Good morning, Mistress,” she said happily.

My mind was still foggy as I adjusted to my surroundings.  I was in my bedroom, but not in bed.  I was on my knees on the floor, my hands tied behind my back with rope.  And there were people here.   A lot of people.

Rat and his many friends were standing around me.  Piggy stood right next to him, looking nervous and excited.  I almost started to berate her on reflex for standing instead of crawling, but stopped myself.  There were more important things to worry about.

“I gave the little lady my number before we left,” Rat said, giving me a cold, hard look.  “Told her to give us a holler if she ever needed anything.  So when she gave me a ring a few hours ago, telling me she needed our help, we rushed right back here.  And she had quite a story for us.

“When I think of what you've put this poor girl through...” He shook his head.  “If even half of the things she told us were true, you're the most coldhearted bitch I've ever had the misfortune to meet.  And you got us to help you too, made fools out of us.  The way we see it, it's time for some payback.”  He began unbuckling his pants, and the others followed suit.

A bolt of terror ran through me.  I'd been with plenty of women before, but I'd never once felt the slightest interest in heterosexuality.  By quite a few definitions, I was still a virgin, and I really really wanted to stay one.

I appealed to my only potential ally.  “You can't let them do this to me!” I pleaded with Piggy.  “You love me, remember?”

“Of course I love you,” Piggy crooned, coming closer to stand in front of me.  She knelt down and stroked my cheek with her hand.  “That's why I asked them to come back and do this for me.  If you won't take me as your lover or keep me as your slave, I'll have to be your mistress instead.  This way I can stay with you forever.”  Her eyes were bright with love and madness, and I knew then that my slave was lost to me.

Allison stood up.  “I know it's going to be hard to change our relationship around, but I believe we can make it work.  I've learned all about how to be a good mistress by watching you.  I swear I'll make you proud.”  She rubbed Rat's shoulder affectionately.  “And these guys have plenty of good ideas on how to help break you.  Aren't they just the greatest?”

I opened her mouth to tell her I'd changed my mind, that I'd be happy to keep her as my slave if that's what she wanted, but before I could get even a single syllable out, one of Rat's goons grabbed me by the ears and pulled my lips right over his dick.

My first taste of cock was not a pleasant one.  It was slimy and smelled rancid, like old cheese and rotting fish, and tasted worse.  The stench and flavor alone made me gag, and that was before he started pressing against my throat.  I really started to retch then, in big shaking dry heaves that made my feet drum against the floor.  I threw up less than a minute into my very first deepthroat, the vomit bubbling out of my nose and mouth.  He didn't let that stop him.  The others started scraping the slime off me with their fingers and wiping them clean in my mouth, where the bile would be pushed back down my throat by his pumping cock.

When he finally came, spurting jets of sour cum onto my tongue, I wanted to spit it out, but he put his hand under my jaw and pushed it up to force my mouth closed.  When I still hadn't swallowed after a few seconds, he changed tactics and wrenched my jaw down instead, opening my mouth as wide as possible.  While one of the others pinched my nostrils shut and held my head back, he pushed his softened cock back into my mouth and began to piss.  I held my breath for as long as I could, but eventually I had no choice but to swallow the cum and urine cocktail.  After a few more mouthfuls of piss, he was finally finished with me.

The second man to use my mouth was a fat piece of shit, with a cock as thick and spongy as the rest of him.  While he began choking me with it, Rat laid down on the floor, his cock standing straight up like a flag pole.  The others picked me up and carried me over to him, my head kept jammed against the fatass's crotch.  I was dry and Rat was big, but gravity wasn't on my side, and I slowly sank all the way down.  I'd had dildos in there before, but never the real thing.  It was so hot inside me, and I could feel his heartbeat through its steady pulse.

When he was completely buried in me, he gave my ass a hard slap.  “I thought Allison was bad at taking cock when I started, but you're fucking hopeless  Well, your first lesson starts now.  Start fucking me, and do it fast.”

If my mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, I might have laughed at him.  He couldn't be serious.  I wasn't some loose slave used to getting stuffed all day and night. His cock already felt like sandpaper on my dry, sore pussy, and the slightest twitch was bringing tears to my eyes.  I was in no state to even move, and he expected me to hump him?  Fucking idiot.

I guess Rat had more confidence in my capabilities than I did, because he started lighting a cigarette.  I'd seen this trick before, and I immediately began shaking my head, trying to communicate to him that this just wasn't going to work, no matter what he tried.

And yet a few minutes later, I was bouncing on his cock.  The first few cigarette burns, the ones that left bright red spots on the center of my ass cheeks, had been bad enough, but they had been only the beginning.  After that, Rat had peeled back my pussy lips and put his cigarette against the inside of my slit.  A couple of those had been enough to get me moving, but not as quickly as he wanted, because the next one went right on my clit.   After that, the pain and adrenaline took over, and before I even realized it, I was riding him just like he wanted.

For a time, I was completely focused on the two cocks raping me, but my attention was broken by a cool steady pressure against my asshole.  Allison was joining in on the fun.  I'd let her use dildos on me a few times, but always with me in complete control, and certainly not with my ass.  I'd never had anything up there, real or otherwise, and had been happy to keep that way.

Unfortunately, what I wanted no longer seemed to matter.  Allison's strap-on began to inch its way into my virgin ass, making me feel like I was being torn in two.  “Remember the first time you took me, love?” she asked.  “It's not exactly the same, but I wanted to get as many of the details right as I could.  I'm going to break in your ass with the same dildo you used on mine.  Isn't that romantic?”

Oh god.  My eyes widened as I remembered exactly what I'd used on her that first time.  I whined around the cock in my throat, desperately trying to talk.  I'd apologize, beg for her forgiveness, offer her anything she wanted if she'd just spare me this.

Even without words, Allison seemed to have no trouble understanding me.  “Asking for mercy, my pet?” she whispered into my ear, her voice as soft and warm as a lover's caress.   “So did I, so many times.  But no matter how hard I cried, no matter how much I pleaded, it was never enough.  You taught me that it's a slave's role to ask for mercy, and her mistress's to always deny it.  That's just how it's meant to be.  See how well I've learned?”

I heard her switch the heating dildo on, and seconds later I howled as I learned I'd been right from the beginning: it did feel like being reamed by a red hot poker.  I was in so much pain that I barely noticed more cum filling my mouth, swallowed by pure reflex.  Two down, and so many more to go.

 

Epilogue

I groaned as I woke up, wishing I could dive back into sleep and stay there.  Everything hurt.  My ass and pussy burned as if they'd been rubbed raw, and probably had.  I could still feel the slimy jism coating my insides, pushed so deep into me by their pistoning cocks that even the numerous douches and enemas they'd given me throughout the last twenty four hours hadn't washed it all out.

My throat was little better.  Every breath felt like a wave of fire passing through, like the nastiest heartburn I could imagine.  It didn't help that every breath was a struggle, the bundle of hair stuffed into my mouth blocking all but a whisper of oxygen.

I'd cried to see my beautiful hair, which I'd spent so many years cultivating, reduced to piles of waste on the floor.  When it was all off, they'd made me collect it, and then put it in my mouth, claiming that my silky hair brushing against their cocks would make the throatfucking even even more fun for them.  I don't know if it was true, or just another way for them to humiliate me, but it didn't really matter.  Either way, they'd loved making me choke on their disgusting pricks again and again.

I doubted there was a single square inch of my skin that was still unmolested.  They'd whipped me,  flogged me, punched me, kicked me, hit me with their belts, burned me with their cigarettes.  When one of them dug up my cattle prod, they'd shocked me with it over and over just to see me squirm.

And written all over my flesh, in pen and marker, were words.  In a circle around each nipple, in a stylish cursive on my newly shaved mound, up and down my arms and legs, and in fifty other places.  Always the same word, over and over.  One of Rat's friends made a living as a tattoo artist, and they'd held me down while he'd inscribed it in large and permanent letters on my forehead.

My whole body jingled with every movement.  They'd had all sorts of fun with my piercing needles.  Two studs now adorned my tongue, plus a ring at the end.  A large hoop dangled through my nose, and small rings had been put on my nipples, my clit, and three on each pussy lip.

Then there were the chains.  One went through my nipple rings and connected to silver bands on my wrist.  They were too short to let me fully extend my arms, and forced me to keep them huddled close to my chest.  A second chain was similarly set up through my clit ring to hobble my legs.  The end result had me laying on my back with my limbs all scrunched up like a dead bug.  I was told I'd have plenty of time to get used to the restraints, since they had no intention of ever removing them.

I could crawl slowly with the chains on, or do very simple tasks with my hands, but I couldn't stand, or fend for myself, or even eat properly.  When they'd given me some slop to eat (vegetables and piss put through a blender), they hadn't bothered to order me to lick it off the plate; it was the only way I could get food to my mouth now.

Worst of all were the locks.  A small one connected my nose ring and tongue ring, forcing me to keep my mouth open and tongue out like a panting dog, robbing me of my ability to speak.  A second, much larger one, connected to the six rings on my pussy lips, sealing me closed.  Its weight would pull terribly at my labia when I wasn't on my back, but for now it was just an icy cold lump on my mound.   Last but not least, a third lock connected my clit ring to the strap of a vibrator, locking it in my ass.  The pink corkscrew tail attached to it wiggled as even now, it buzzed away inside me.  The sensation brought no pleasure, only dull pain as the hard plastic ground against my tenderized flesh.

I could see the keys to all three locks dangling from Allison's necklace.  She was in charge of my holes now, they'd told me.  It was up to her when they were used and how.  They'd demonstrated her power to me earlier, right after giving me a extra-size enema of freezing cold water and inserting the vibrator tail to plug me up.  I'd kept silent at first, clinging to my last vestiges of pride, but soon I was begging her to remove the vibrator and let me shit out the water that was making my guts churn and cramp.

Allison had been willing to take it out, but only if everyone else unanimously agreed.  That meant I had to go around to every man in the room, making each one promises about all the wonderful service my asshole would provide his cock if only he would let me.  Once I'd convinced everyone, Allison had finally allowed me to relive myself into a bucket.  Then she'd upended its contents over my head, leaving me cold and wet and reeking of my own shit.  Even now, there were smears of it across my body.  And after that, it had been time to go around the room again and make good on all those promises.

“You don't have to come with us,” Rat was saying to her.  “You're a sweet young girl, and I'm sure you've got much better things to do than hang around with a bunch of old fogies.”

Allison laughed and kissed him on the cheek.  “You're not getting rid of me that easily!  I love all of you, and there's nothing I'd rather do than travel with you.”

Rat sighed, but there was a twinkle in his eyes.  “Well, can't say I'm sad to hear we'll be getting to enjoy the pleasure of your company a while longer.  You're welcome to stay with us as long as you want.”  He turned to me.  “I guess that means you're coming along too, dyke bitch.  Hope you like riding in the trunk of a car, cause I sure ain't letting you have a seat.”

“Don't be silly,” Allison said, turning to look at me.  “You can share my seat, okay?  We'll make a road game out of it.  If you can keep your tongue in my pussy and moving during the whooole ride, you'll get a special treat tonight.”  Her eyes flashed.  “But if you stop or let it slip out... I'll have the guys think up some good punishments while we're on the road.”

“She's gonna stink up the car, you know.  Filthy shitloving cunt.”

Allison waved her hand.  “There's a hose around back.  We'll give her a good spray down first.”

She came over and began pulling the wet strands of hair out of my mouth, until all but a few strays were out and she had a big ball of them in her hand.  “We don't want to just throw this away, do we pet?  Not when everyone loves it so much.  I know the perfect place to keep it.”  She unlocked my pussy, and forced the ball of hair into it.

It was painful and itchy, and I moaned my displeasure.  Allison just locked me back up and patted my mound affectionately.  “You'll get used to it soon, love.  And I'll take it back out tonight; I'm sure plenty of the guys will be wanting to use you then.”

She rolled me onto my stomach, then eyed me critically.  “There's just one thing missing.”  She disappeared into the basement for a few minutes, then came back out with one of my old tools in her hand.

The nose hook fit snugly into my nose and over my bald head, where she connected it to my collar.  It pulled my nostrils up until they were nearly flat against my face, making me look like...

Making me look like a pig, of course.

“Come on, piggy,” Allison chirped, clipping my leash to the end of my nose ring.  “Let's get going.”

I did the only thing I could: I crawled behind my new mistress like a good piggy.