Chapter 9
While Priscilla suffered under her confining bonds, Hognose indulged another of his weaknesses-booze. Ignoring her demands that she be cut free, he spat gooey oysters at the squirming girl in between drinks. Degrading her was the most fun he'd had in years; it helped make up for all the stuck-up bitches who'd looked down their noses at him all his life. Dragging her down to his level was his way of evening up the social inequities he'd suffered as a result of his unbeautiful exterior.
Maybe I should make her ugly too, he considered, while hoisting the jug of white lightning to his lips. I could break her nose or perhaps put out one of her eyes. After that, she'd know what it's like having people, shun her 'cause she's ugly. And I could smash one of her lovely legs so bad she'd always have to hobble. There are all kinds of nasty things I could do to that cunt, like bite off one of her boobs.
His sadistic reverie was interrupted by her again demanding at the top of her lungs that he release her this instant or at least wipe the goo off her pubic growth as it was beginning to itch.
"If you think you itch bad, you shoulda seen the girl who I used Spanish Fly on. She itched so bad a hundred guys couldn't have satisfied her. I tried my damnedest, but after a while I got too pooped to continue. Next thing I knew, she was running out of the house and impaling herself on the gearshift knob of my pickup. That girl was in a bad way, believe me. I had to drive her to the insane asylum all the way in first because she wouldn't get off the gearshift. Yeah, spic fly sure drove that dame crazy. Last I heard, she was still in the nuthouse, begging everything in pants to ball her, even though they never let her out of a strait jacket."
"Don't you feel the least bit of remorse for having ruined that poor girl's life?"
"Why should I? She asked for it. All I did was give her a little more than she expected. You see, when I met her-she was a lady butcher at the plant-she confided to me she was frigid. Asked me if I knew a cure for it. I said sure, I've got just the stuff. Got it out of a veterinary catalog. Says on the label it's for 'shy breeders,' whatever that means. Although it was meant for pigs, I told her I was sure it'd work just dandy on women. Before I tried it on her, I used some on a sow I was tight with. Turned that critter on something crazy. Boy, I couldn't ball her enough, she wanted cock so bad. Soon as the frigid honey heard this, she wanted to try the stuff. The rest, as they say, is history." He took another drink, then let loose with a super-loud belch that outraged Priscilla's sense of decency almost as much as did the ribald tale.
"What you did to that girl was criminal! Weren't charges ever pressed against you?"
"For what? I didn't force her to do nothing, she took the stuff willingly."
"But you gave it to her."
"Only after she asked for it, and even then I didn't want to, as I'd had such a bitch of a time satisfying that sow. But she grabbed the stuff out of my hand and rubbed it on her cunt before I could stop her. Next thing I knew she was demanding hot dick on the spot. What could I do but give what I had?"
"That was certainly big of you, wasn't it?"
"I thought it was, especially since I was pooped from a hard day's work at the time. I didn't exactly feel like diddling for a dozen hours, which is what she made me do before leaping on that damned gearshift knob. You know, that thing smelled of pussy for months afterward. Every time I shifted into second, I'd think of that poor slut in the nuthouse."
"So you do feel sorry for her."
"Maybe a little, since she couldn't feel my big dick between her thighs any more. To deprive a cunt of that would drive any dame crazy, even you." He chuckled, then hoisted the spout to his lips and drank greedily of the potent elixir.
"I may be driven mad by it, you mean. Say, are you going to wipe me off. or not?"
"Honey chile, I'm going to do even better. I'm going to give you a douche!" He advanced toward her with an alcoholic glint in his beady eyes. Brandishing the brown pettijohn before her, he poured copious quantities of corn liquor in her pink crevasse, causing her extreme pain as the alcohol burned the tender tissues. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire, it hurt so bad.
"You evil sonuvabitch, what have you done to me now? If you've ruined by snatch, I'll kill you!"
"I just cleaned some of the scum off it, Honey chile. Besides, you're lucky I only used booze. Last girl I did this to got turpentine in her twat. You should've heard the way she screamed. Believe me, it was beautiful!" He smiled wickedly as he recalled the wondrous event.
"Hognose, I do believe you're mad! No normal person would enjoy inflicting pain on the body of another, but you actually gloat in doing it. Is it the booze that docs that to you, or are you always so inclined?"
"I always feel like doing it. Booze just lets me. Guess I'd best have another snort so I'll get inspired." Again went the spout to his thirsty lips, but this time he took an extra big gulp. So big, in fact, that he shook his head afterward from the effect of the scorching stuff's trip down his gullet.
"Mot damn, but this stuff's pow'ful!" he exclaimed as he felt his esophagus set afire.
"Hognose, you really shouldn't drink so much. It's not good for you."
"On the contrary, my dear, it's the damned best tonic I could buy. You ought to try some too, it's good for what ails you."
"What ails me is you, and unless that stuff will get rid of you it won't do me a lick of good."
"Jes' the same, I think you should have some." He rose to his feet, belched once to release an air bubble, and staggered over to the startled girl with jug in hand. "Here, Honey chile, have a little snort." He held open her mouth with his muddy hand and poured a slug of the stuff down her protesting, pink throat. She gagged and coughed and sputtered, hut still the booze went down, causing an extreme burning sensation all the way to her belly. It was the first thing in the way of food that had traveled there since yesterday (the breakfast she had started got barfed up). Needless to say, the effect was almost instantaneous. After Hognose had her take another dose, she was drunk as a skunk. But at least she didn't hurt as much, the booze blunting the pain that had previously been emanating from her pussy.
A bit stir-crazy from being inside, country boy Hognose suggested they depart for the pig pen. Although before she had been reluctant to agree to any of his requests, this time her booze-addled brain assented to accompanying him. Anything was better than being tied down indoors when it was sunny outside.
Hognose apparently had softened in his attitude toward her, too, as this time when he dragged her outside, he grabbed hold of her arm, instead of her hair. This but proved the truth of the adage that there's no greater love than that of one drunk for another. This time, she even enjoyed bouncing her bare ass down the front steps.
Plopping down in a ringside seat in the mud, the two shared one another's company, the jug, and the sight of milling pigs. like many a young buck with booze in his belly, Hognose couldn't resist the urge in every man to show off before a beautiful girl. Leaving her with the pettijohn, he headed for a group of sows, wading into their oinking midst with stiff prick at the ready. Then, after giving a rebel yell that somehow seemed appropriate, he charged into an unsuspecting sow's behind and began battering away at her until he'd breached the surface of her slit. (It didn't seem to matter that he had the wrong aperture.)
Priscilla, her inhibitions suddenly vanished from the strong drink, applauded his lewd acts with clapping and catcalls. Encouraged by her boisterous show of support, he buggered the poor sow until she squealed for mercy.
"So, you like it, eh, wench? I'd like to screw you some more, but the other girls are getting jealous." He yanked the rod out of the sow's relieved asshole and looked around for others to penetrate. A bit fed-up with fat sows, he sought out a juicy piglet. Finding one he could hold in one hand, he impaled its behind on his prick and walked around the pen with the squealer so skewered. By moving the little creature up and down, he found that he could create a not unpleasant sensation in his stiffened shaft.
"This is like jerking off, only I've got someone to talk to, eh?"
"I'm sure you two speak the same language." She took another swig, shaking her head at his obscene antics. What will he do next? she wondered, watching him discard the piglet after its mother began to eye him suspiciously. Even among pigs, apparently, they looked with disfavor upon child molesters.
"Sure you don't want to join me, girl? I've got some-boars here that'd just love to bang you, unless of course you're prejudiced."
"I'll take a rain check, okay? Watching you is fun enough. I like to get my kicks vicariously. Come on, Hognose, continue to show me your stuff. Surely you're not worn out already, are you?'
"Not by a darn site I ain't!" His slaying power questioned, he decided to prove beyond all shadow of a doubt the prodding potential of his prick. Returning to the rutting fray, he forced his attentions upon sow after sow until he had satisfied her, then would move onto another. In his enthusiasm and inebriation, he even accidentally buggered a boar or two, but neither seemed to mind in the slightest. Perhaps there were even queer pigs, like there are such cops.
Still stiff after having screwed every porker in the pen, Hognose stopped to catch his breath and have another drink.
"Don't tell me you're getting tired-so soon!" she taunted. "Tsk, tsk, Hognose, I thought you were a real stud, but I guess you're not."
"Listen, Honey chile, you'd be tired too if you'd fucked as many pigs as I just have. Screwing one of them is a whole lot harder than diddling a girl, believe me. They've got pussy muscles that could crush a steel pipe, so you can guess what they do to Junior."
"Poor fellow," she said, taking his battered member in her hands. "Did those sows hurt you?" She pursed her lips and planted a compassionate kiss on its bruised foreskin.
"Gee, honey, that sure does feel good. You can go all the way, if you want."
"I'm not sure I do," she said, after noticing stray pieces of pig turd on the underside of his glans. Hoping she hadn't swallowed any, she made retching noises and spat repeatedly to be sure.
"As if you had a choice, Honey chile." He grabbed hold of her ears and pulled her protesting face toward his prick.
"I will not suck that thing! It's dirty and it stinks!" She began to beat at him with her fists in a frantic attempt to extricate herself from the smelly situation.
"Then in that case, you can clean it off with your tongue, tootie pie." He tugged on her ears until she was directly above his corona, then rammed her head down over his rampant, stinking shaft. She gasped and sputtered but had little choice but to swallow the stiff member shoved into her mouth.
Hognose lay back against a fence post and enjoyed another snort as he watched with obvious glee the suffering girl between his fat, hairy legs. Her blonde hair billowed in the breeze as the pig herd gathered around to watch this display of gross salacity. Apparently, humans too were also prone to wanton acts of abnormality, as well as pigs. They oinked and grunted while vying for choice positions to watch the weirdly joined couple in their midst.
Hognose enjoyed having an audience, encouraging the pigs to come closer for a better look. He was more than a bit happy when he saw that they were not unaffected by the wanton sight. During the course of observing the blowjob, several boars had gotten so aroused that they began mounting the nearest sow to relieve their animal lusts.
"That's the kind of spirit we like to see, fellas!" Hognose roared. "What about the rest of you stick-in-the-muds? Hop to it, while there's still sows available. Why not have some fun, as long as you're all going to be slaughtered anyway in the near future?" He roared with sadistic laughter as he beheld the venal vista before his bleary, bloodshot eyes.
Patting the head of the gobbling girl between his thighs, he proposed that she begin to suck with some enthusiasm or he'd have to box her ears. "Come on, cunt, you can do better than that!" he chastised, snapping her skull with his thumb and forefinger.
Unable to utter even a cry of pain her mouth was so full of fetid, male flesh, Priscilla tried her best to avoid strangling on the out-sized prick. Although she succeeded in breathing through her nose, there remained the psychological problem of having her throat stuffed with hot dick. Try as she could, it was very difficult to do anything with the large-diametered thing as long as her mouth was completely distended. But after Hognose's threats of further punishment should she fail to be more passionate, she soon found that this orifice, like the other, was capable of stretching a good deal larger than it normally appeared. Also, an excess of salivation aided her in the endeavor. Before long, she was bobbing up and down on the crimson shaft, sucking away with an ardor that was part feigned, part real. Although at first repelled by his gamy aroma, after a while she became attracted by it. He may not smell pretty, she mused, while munching on his member, but he sure smells like a stud. Feeling him start to throb with imminent outpouring, she really began to salivate. This, plus the passion with which she sucked, soon put him over the top.
"Oh, Honey chile, I feels so good! he announced, as his giant joy twig exploded in her warm, wet mouth, sending spurts of happiness far down her gullet, so intense was his release.
Near gagging on the torrent of hot sperm filling her mouth, Priscilla tried to avoid swallowing the sticky stuff but soon found it impossible under the circumstances. A flood of fluid warmth coursed down her throat, clogging both air and food passages. Some of the slimy substance seeped into her lungs, but the majority of it ended up in her belly. She felt like barfing and did, spewing up the same come that had clogged her windpipe and gullet. Far from detracting from Hognose's enjoyment, this ensuing delivery from her only heightened his keen sense of pleasure. He knew that for a girl to get sick during the course of a blowjob, she had to swallow a great deal of sperm. Thinking of the way she suffered under his gross and fervid discharge brought a bestial smile to his frothing lips. He took another drink to celebrate this most recent step in his corruption of the young girl. Soon, if he had his way, she would do anything he told her to, no matter how degrading.
"Nothing like a good, messy blowjob to break the ice, eh, Honey chile?" He took hold of her hair and yanked her head off his cock, and was pleased to sec her lips dripping semen.
"So you liked it, did you?" he chided, seeing her smile weakly, though probably with relief that she was through.
Speechless with exhaustion, she could only nod limply, like a piece of seaweed in the surf. Come continued to drip down her chin, but so weary was she from the fellatio that she didn't really care. Completely fatigued from her obscene efforts on his behalf, she collapsed on his lewd lap and didn't care if it did stink.
Equally impressed by her stunning performance on their master, the pigs oinked approval. Several came over to lap her buttocks affectionately, though one inspired boar insisted on licking the dewy slit between the sweaty globes. Apparently her salty taste was to his liking, for he kept right on lapping.
A short while later, Priscilla awoke to feel a not unpleasurable sensation in her pussy. Assuming Hognose had returned her favor, she was surprised to see he had not. But who else could be licking my private parts? she wondered, her mind still a bit affected by the booze.
She craned her neck to see who was responsible for her funny feeling. OHMYGOD! IT CAN'T BE! I MUST BE SEEING THINGS!
But it was no hallucination that had his snot-oozing snout firmly between her trembling buttocks, it was a full-bore boar!
Unable to speak, in view of the sodomistic spectacle, Priscilla pointed at the pussy licking pit in aghast. Hognose, far from helping extricate her from this sticky dilemma, smiled inscrutably and toasted the nasty boar with a snort.
"Don't tell me you're in league with this devil?" she demanded, her voice suddenly back.
"Let's just say he works for me." Again the inscrutable smile.
"Well, in that case, call him off me this instant. Damned if I want to get hoof and mouth disease, or maybe hog cholera, from that filthy critter!"
"As a hog raiser, I resent that remark! I'll have you know that my hogs are among the cleanest in the state!"
"Which may be clean for them, but it's still damned dirty by human standards. How do I know but that he may be infecting my pussy this very instant?"
"You don't."
"Oh, I could kill you, you insensitive brute! "She began beating with both fists on his flabby chests to vent her frustration.
"Keep it up, Honey chile, that kind of stuff drives me crazy!"
Unfortunately for her, he was right. Soon his sagging shaft began, like an inflating balloon, to grow. Whereas before it had been a limp pickle, now it was rapidly approaching cucumber dimensions.
Due to the lewd position in which she had been King before the metamorphosis of his member, she felt it bob against her Eve's peach. It became increasingly difficult for her to speak. Wisely, rather than ruin her vocal cords, she quit talking.
His lust rekindled as a result of her pummeling, Hognose began to concoct ideas for a bestial daisy chain in his demented mind. Why not join human and hot passions in one juicy coupling? He gestured for other hogs to join in, at the same time replacing Priscilla's pouty lips on his risen pecker.
A trio of eager pigs lined up behind the boar that was continuing to burrow his snout between Priscilla's pretty cheeks. One gay bastard hopped aboard his cunnilingual brother and began buggering away with pig-like aplomb. Poetic justice decreed that he should be penetrated-likewise, and sure enough this soon was the case. The fellow behind him got off easier, as a sow merely engorged his hairy balls in her mouth, while she in turn was mounted in normal boar superior position from behind. On and on it went in a varying series ot carnal combinations until the entire herd of hogs was connected through Priscilla to its master, who enjoyed the delightful spectacle immensely. Only Priscilla appeared to protest, as she apparently had had her fill of fellatio earlier. To vent her wrath on the wanton Hognose, she hit with all her might on his come-encrusted cocktip, causing him extreme pain and arousal to the sadomasochistic pig master.
"Oh, bite me harder, baby!" he bellowed. "You don't know what that does to me!"
Realizing that now even her teeth were useless as weapons, Priscilla loosened her grip and wept openly in impotent dismay. Unbeknownst to her, the tears that coursed down her pallorous cheeks, onto his hairy testicles, only turned him on further.
Gawd, how I love to make girls suffer! he thought as he watched Priscilla sob her way through another blowjob. Especially when they're stuck-up, little rich bitches like this one. What else can I do to make her miserable? he mused as his mind wallowed in miasma.
"Cheer up, Honey chile," he said, patting her blonde head with avuncular concern, "I bet you're the first girl on your block to get her box kissed by a boar at the same time you're giving me a blow-job. Think of the pleasure you re giving me and the many participating pigfuckers lined up behind you."
Only then did Priscilla interrupt her fellatio to turn around and look at all tin; carnal activity emanating from her ass backwards to the far end of the pen.
"Oh, My God!" she exclaimed, shaking her head at what she saw. "To what depths have I sunk?"
"You're just on top of the iceberg, Honey chile, "said Hognose, replacing her head back on his cock. "Wait until I show you the rest of it!"