Chapter 10
After dispersing the daisy chain with his bullwhip, Hognose dislodged the boar's snout from Priscilla's derriŠre and began to drag her, feet-first, upside-down across the pen. Hut hall way across, he heard something.
"Listen. " He cupped his ear. "You hear that, Honey chile?"
"Uh?" she asked, not really certain where she was, as she was lying face down to the muck.
"It's a friggin' helicopter, that's what it is! Fucking A, I'd better hide you fast!" He hurriedly dragged her over to the dark side of the pen, where he covered her naked, squirming body with his fat one and hoped nobody would see them from above.
Priscilla was squirming not only because she desperately wanted to be seen, but also because her face happened to be pressed against a pile of pig shit, which was unsavory to say the least. Unfortunately, there was no way she could buck the bulky Hognose off her back, and the helicopter passed overhead without, apparently, seeing them.
"Whew!" he sighed, mopping his brow with the same rag he had earlier used on a lower portion of his anatomy. "That was a close one. I could almost see myself getting hanged there for a moment. Best I keep a closer rein on you in the future, lest you catch those cops' attention. Don't you think it's a good idea I got, Honey chile?"
But Honey chile couldn't reply because to do so would mean getting a mouthful of pig shit. So she remained silent and suffering until her hulking nemesis decided the coast was clear. Only then did he deign to remove his obesity from off her half-sunken torso.
Grabbing hold of her hair, he raised her to her feet and declared, 'Tsk, tsk, you sure got yourself dirty, didn't you?"
"Thanks to you!" She spit out a piece of pig shit and started to walk away from him.
"And just where do you think you're going, little girl?" He collared her neck with a vise-like grip.
"Ouch! That hurts!"
"Its supposed to, Stupid." He relaxed his grip slightly, then tightened it to show her he meant business. "You try that again and you'll be sorry!" To show his contempt for her, he again threw her face-first into the muck. Keeping his fool on her nape, he forced her to press her lips to a piece of pig shit.
"What you need, kid, is a little respect for you elders. If I get any more sass out of you again, so help me, I'll make you eat that there pile, understand?" He stepped on her a little harder to show he was serious. "You may think I'm just a big dumbie who-likes pigs, but like your pa says, I'm desperate and liable to do anything. Believe me, if I have to kill you to keep from getting caught, I won't hesitate to do so. You don't mean a goddamned thing to me, no more than that pile of shit you're lying on, you savvy?" He spit on her to back up what he'd said.
For the first time in her captivity, Priscilla realized that her captor was capable of murder. He'd as easily kill me as he would a hop, she thought, while wiping the pig feces off her face. This guy's not a human being, he's a beast!
"Gome on, cunt, quit wasting time!"
"Why, where are we going?"
"First we got to wash you off, then take you inside to teach you a lesson."
The first part I don't mind, she mused, while being pushed toward the horse trough, but as for the second, I'm scared.
He hurled her head first into the trough, and for the first time since shed been kidnapped, she felt clean. All the mud, come, and blood of the past two days was ringed away in water. In both a symbolic and by gentle way she felt cleansed of her recent sins, from frolicking with Zoltan to having her pussy licked by that pig.
"You've taken long enough, cunt! Get outa that water pronto, or you'll wish you had!"
From the tone in his voice, she knew he meant business. In a trice she was out of the water and standing at attention in front of him.
"Ready for further orders," she said, hoping to sound cooperative.
"Ready for orders what?"
"Ready for orders, sir.'
"And don't you forget it again, understand?" He slapped her hard across the face to make his point. Priscilla wanted to say "ouch", but was afraid of the consequences. Silently enduring this and other unpleasantries, she allowed herself to be pushed like a stubborn mule toward the shack. The nearer she got to it, the more she worried.
Maybe he's going to kill me right now! I wouldn't put it past him. What can I do to make him change his mind? She thought of something.
"Want me to suck you off again, Hognose?"
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
"No, sir, you didn't, but I thought . . . "
"You'll think when I tell you to think. The rest of the time: you keep your mind on what you're doing, hear?"
"Yes, sir." She stumbled ahead, hoping he wouldn't strike her again. That sonuvabitch! she thought, defiantly disobeying his orders. If I ever get the chance, Em going to kill him!
Once inside the shack, he took her over his knee. But rather than immediately spank her, he heightened her fear with a dramatic pause, during the course of which he studied her superb behind.
"You know," he said, his voice apparently softening, "You have a beautiful ass."
He ran his rough hand across the curved, callipygian surface of her cuddly ass-cheeks. Never before in his entire life had he felt an ass so fine. Her skin was like velvet, smoother than thr behind of a new-born piglet. She had the sweetest ass he'd ever seen or was ever-likely to see. To show his appreciation of her beauty, he bent down and planted a passionate kiss on her tremulous buttocks.
By this time, however, Priscilla's fright had reached such proportions that she mistook this sign of affection for one of attack. So great was her apprehension, in fact, that she accidentally broke wind. far from alienating her captor, this breach of etiquette by Priscilla only encouraged Hognose in his efforts. With wildly distended nostrils, he inhaled deeply of her anal odor. Her fart was far more fragrant than a fat sow's and he found it fantastically erotic.
Intoxicated by the pungent aroma, he pushed his nose deep between her glistening globes to seek out its point of origin. like a junkie hooked on heroin, he needed more.
"Fart for me again, tootie pie," he cooed, nudging against her anus with his nose.
"What kind of girl do you take me for, you cad!" To show her disdain, she performed a gluteal pinch on his proboscis.
To retaliate, he took a bite of her buttock and held on with a bulldog grip. Piercing screams of pain filled the air as his fangs sank deeply into the creamy cheek. Priscilla had suffered a great deal since being captured, but the hurt of his biting her butt was surely one of the worst.
"Please let me go, please!' she begged, as her buttock began turning blue.
But he held on for a while longer, if only to rub in the fact that he controlled the situation, lb' knew, though, that it would take a good deal more than a simple ass bite to break her spirit. This girl's got spunk? he thought, as he slowly, sadistically loosened his grip on her girlish ass.
"If I don't have scars from that, I'll be surprised," she said, when he finally let go.
"Think of them as little, love hickeys from me," He chuckled, then smacked his lips as he beheld a faint flicker of pink between the teeth-scarred globes. He knew he had to do something else to secure his domination over the damsel.
Spreading wide her ass-cheeks with a firm grip, he sought out the tiny rosebud anus with his tongue; it tasted, to his weird way of thinking, even better than her love box. He began slobbering gleefully as he licked the little aperture into a lather. Already he could feel her quiver from the touch of his tantalizing tongue. To heighten her desire, he hooked a free finger into her pussy, plunging far within as his lapping tongue did the rest.
She started to writhe in aroused agony as the obscene lingual massage of her unmentionables got her to the peak of sexual desire. In spite of her qualms about buggery, she began to beg him for something bigger.
"So you want me to screw you in the ass, hey, girl?"
He asked from between her buttocks.
"Do you have to phrase it so coarsely?"
"In case you don't know it, yet, Priscilla, planking you that way is anything hut pretty. Besides, I assure you it hurts something awful."
"It does?" Her voice began to tremble. She wasn't sure; she could endure further pain, but at the same time both her box and butt were sopping from sexual arousal. She had to have satisfaction, no matter what the cost! Although knowing she shouldn't, as the results might well be disastrous, she begged him to bugger her, but gently.
"But I'm always gentle, Honey chile, surely you know that by now!"
Before she could answer, he'd moved his stiffened avenger firmly against her anus and had begun making preliminary pokes.
"How's that feel, Honey chile? Think you can handle him? Is he too big for you?" He made a few more thrusts to underscore his questions.
"That thing's too large for my little hole! You'll kill me if you try to stick it in there, you really will.
"Gee, Honey chile, that's just too bad, because, I'm going to go ahead and do it anyway. I'll clue ya, kiddo, once I get started with this sort of thing, a team of wild horses couldn't stop me." Now he began to bugger her in earnest, causing the most intense pain in her tiny anus as his thick cudgel charged therein.
"Oh, please, have mercy on me, Hognose, you don't know how awful that makes me hurt!"
"Oh, yes, I do." He laughed, lunging at her again. This time she blossomed into what was for his ears the most sublime scream. Gawd, but I love to make this girl suffer! he thought, as he threw himself into the sadistic task.
Never before in her life had Priscilla felt such unmitigated pain as when he plunged into her diminutive anus with his big dick. There simply did not seem to be enough room in her tiny, rear entrance for the titanic intruder. But once again, this orifice too proved to have a propensity for stretching far beyond anything she would have believed possible. Its elastic qualities were absolutely phenomenal, considering the disparity in diameters between receptacle and filler.
Even so, it was the lubricating quality of his sputum, plus blood from her battered anus, that allowed the rear entry to become a fait accompli. Especially without the sanguine lubricity, he might never have made his way into the wee slit. As it was, however, he succeeded in ramming his rod almost in to the hilt, though it was, admittedly, a tight fit.
Priscilla felt as though impaled on a fence post, so thick was the intrusion in her rear. So filled was her aperture with prick that she remained frozen thereon, unable to move a muscle for fear it would cause her guts to fall out. He was that far inside her.
"How does it feel, Honey chile? If you think I'm big now, wait until I get ready to blow. Then I'll really swell!" He chuckled in an insane fashion, at the same time reaching around to finger her titties with his gross hands. To heighten her sense of pain, he pinched her nipples until she begged him to stop.
A remarkable side effect of his tit-pinching was that during the course of this painful diversion her derriere became dewy, allowing his ingress to become more enjoyable for both parties. Instead of bringing only pain, the act henceforth also brought pleasure. Even Priscilla began to enjoy his poking, which was amazing, since every time he plunged into her anus it rent the pink lining.
Soon he began to swell just as earlier he'd predicted, and when he did the prior pain returned. But bad as it felt to be anally penetrated, she knew it would be far worse to miss out on the orgasm that might, if only for a moment, make her forget the misery of her present existence. True, he may have been delving in her derriere, but it was doing delightful things to her vagina, which already was contracting in sympathy with the skewered anus.
A bestial series of grunts signaled his gross and fervid orgasm, sending what seemed like quarts of hot, thick come up her ass. Even her intestines warmed from the viscid delivery.
Simultaneously, Priscilla found her pussy pulsating with sexual release. Powerful spasms of total pleasure shot through her untouched, but not unaffected, cunt walls. Spasm after sweet spasm shook the aching, wet void as she cried out ecstatically.
Continuing to plunge between her shapely buttocks, Hognose made sure he got the most out of his orgasm. He could tell by the way Priscilla's posterior was quivering that she liked it too. She was perhaps the most perfect buggering subject he'd ever had. Not even a young pig could compare with Priscilla when it came to having a tight asshole.
Satisfied that the ordeal was over when he withdrew his spear from her hindquarters, Priscilla breathed a big sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed, But Hognose was not to be satisfied in so cursory a fashion and again grabbed hold of her frowzy head.
"What now?" she asked, her voice trembling with near-total exhaustion.
"Honey chile has to clean up after the mess she's made," he said, showing her the sorry condition of his cock.
"I've made? You must be crazy, Hognose, that's your doing, not mine!"
"Are you giving me some more sass, cunt? Are you?" He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and shook her repeatedly until she agreed.
"I'm sorry I was sassy, Hognose, I really am."
"You don't sound sorry enough to me, cunt! I think it's about time you cleaned up your mess, right?" He shook her again.
"Right."
"What?"
"Right, sir."
"Say it with a little more feeling."
"RIGHT, SIR, YOU SONUVABITCH!" she screamed, only to get her face slapped for this show of insubordination.
"Get your lips on my cock and start licking, you little slut!" he bellowed, forcing her head down upon his gooey member.
Unable to resist his iron grip on her neck, she reluctantly began the unsavory task. His cock was covered with copious amounts of the most awful concoction imaginable. Due to the destructive effects of the anal rape, his rod was smeared from foreskin to balls in clotting blood, sticky conic and smelly shit particles all intermingled in one congealing mass.
"Hurry up, Honey chile, that stuff's starting to thicken. Oh, and another thing, don't spit any of that stuff out, because in case you don't know it, that's your dinner."
"You must be kidding."
"Just try me, sister, just try me." He increased the pressure on her unenthusiastic tongue.
Oh, My Cod, he really means it! she mused, doing what she didn't want to do more than anything in the world.
Into her repulsed mouth went the result of their mutual moral lapse in smelly, sickening globs. I guess Cod is punishing me for the fun I had, she thought, as the awful stuff slid down her throat.
"So you like your little lunch, do you?" he chided, while watching her swallow the first of the fetid food. "Just wait until I have a bowel movement, then I'll let you eat it right out of the bowl, if you want."
"And I don't," she said, in between sickening mouthfuls.
"As if it made a difference. In ease you haven't realized it yet, Honey chile, I run things around here. You do as I say-or else!" Again he grabbed her nape and squeezed it, causing her to cough up some of her unsavory meal.
"Your manners are atrocious!" he yelled, seeing she had spewed some of the stuff on his scrotum. "Now, get down there and clean off my balls! "
Which was harder than it sounded because the barf had gotten clogged in his pubic hairs and proved difficult for her to remove with the rudimentary tool of her tongue, which was already weakened from earlier endeavors. Still, she kept at it because she knew that if she didn't, he'd find something even worse for her to do. His imagination for the degrading seemed infinite, indeed.
After a while of watching her so perform, even Hognose got sick of it and suggested she stop.
"Do you have to be such a friggin' failure at everything, you dumb cunt?" he boomed, hurling her back onto the bed. Then he left for the bathroom to finish the job himself with a wash rag.
During the interim, Priscilla lay flat on her back looking forlornly at the ceiling. Oh, woe is me! she thought, wishing for the first time that she were dead.
But when Hognose returned from the bathroom brandishing a rusty jackknife, she began to fear for her life.
"See this here thing?" He waved its bloodied edge in front of her face.
How can I help but see it, she thought, feeling the breeze caused by the slashing blade.
"Last week I castrated a boar with it because he gave me some shit, and if'n you keep up the sass I might just do something similar to you. Maybe slice off a titty. He made a pass at her protuberance, narrowly missing her nipples. "Or cut your cunt bigger so I could gel in easier."
He ran the rusty knife edge along the outline of her pussy slit as saliva collected on his fat lips. "Yesiree bob, there's all kinds of things I could do to you if you keep giving me back talk, you hear?"
"L-loud and clear, Hognose, sir."
"Jes' the same, I'm going to teach you a lesson anyway. Roll over on your belly, Honey chile."
"Hut why?"
"Because I said so, that's why!"
Slowly, she did as told, wondering what awful thing awaited her unprotected backside.
Once again, he heightened her anticipation with a dramatic pause. Increasing her apprehension was the dangling tip of the knife blade along the quivering surface of her back. Once, he pretended to stab her, creating the illusion of such by touching her with the knife point, then pulling it away as he pushed in with his fist. This scared her so much she lost her sphincter control and pissed all over the patchwork quilt.
"Now, was that a nice thing to do? Was it?" He grabbed hold of her head and held her by the neck with such force she thought she was being strangled. To further make his point, he used the old, animal housebreaking trick of rubbing her nose in it.
"How would you like it if someone did the same in your bed?"
"I wouldn't like it at all, Hognose, sir. Not a bit."
"Then if you think it's so awful, why did you do it in mine?"
"I-I didn't mean to, sir. I guess I got scared and couldn't help myself."
"You do it again, see, and I'll fix it so you never piss again-not ever!"
"Please don't, sir. I'll do anything you say-anything!
"You will anyway. This knife here says you're my slave and if you don't do as I say, it'll make you change your mind fast!" He poked her posterior to show how.
She winced, hut was thankful he hadn't stabbed her. flesh wounds she could endure, but stabs she couldn't. Even with her, there was a limit to what she could take.
Hognose realized this too and made sure that while he continued to increase the amount of her humiliation, he didn't go so far as to kill or incapacitate her. like; a cat mauling a mouse, he wanted to prolong the fun as long as possible.
Hut to show to all the world his influence upon her was permanent, he took the rusty jackknife and carved across her right buttock in capital letters the word "PIG".