Chapter 12
The next morning Priscilla awoke to find the hickey still on her neck and herself handcuffed to the bedpost.
That bastard, she mused, upon noticing her condition of bondage. What kind of a creep is it that would pinion a poor girl to his bed? Still, he did show me a good time, cruel though it was. How could I have succumbed to as awful a man as Hognose? Did I say man? I should have said brute.
Although she kept telling herself how terrible he was, at the same time she recalled how wondrous he'd made her feel. Oh, to have his firm flesh between my thighs again! How delightfully wicked it was to be raped by the-likes of him! A bull would be proud to have a penis as big as his is. Back and forth she went, alternately berating herself for having fallen victim to a brutish man and basking in the afterglow of a successful seduction. Ah, the glory of defense and the sweetness of defeat! How marvelous it had been to have that man make her moan! Rape may have been a rough road to hoe, but it had its merits.
Momentarily subdued, her spirit still remained unconcerned, in spite of the assault on her private parts. She vowed never to surrender to him again, promising to herself to put up a valiant struggle should he ever again try to force her into unwanted venery. But if somehow subdued, she also swore to try her best not to be affected by his cock. Fat chance of that, she thought, remembering how she'd relished the feel of that firm pillar of flesh in her pussy.
Try as she may, Priscilla soon found herself lured once again into lust by that blackguard Hognose, who seemed to have nothing better to do than seduce beautiful young girls.
No sooner had he awoke then he was back to his old tricks. Now that his victim was handcuffed and unable to flee, he took his time to titillate her various erogenous zones. First, he licked the entire surface of her alabaster body with the tip of his slobbering tongue, thereby turning her on to the point where she was telling him to stop. Second, he again sank his tongue between the dewy petals of her twat and wriggled it about; this had her mewing for more Lastly, he turned her over and spanked her splendid ass until it was blushing; by then she was begging him to ball her.
Hut when he undid her handcuffs she'd changed completely, pummeling him with her fists and even delivering a swift, savage kick to his balls.
"So you've still got some fight in you yet, eh, girl?" he said while rubbing his sore scrotum. "Well, we'll soon take care of that, just you wait."
She might well have escaped had he not latched onto her heel as she attempted to flee. Despite all her efforts to dislodge his hand from it, she failed to free her foot from his iron grasp. Years of manual labor had given him a steel grip that could've crushed her heel, had he wanted.
When his balls recovered enough to continue, he dragged Priscilla by the heel outside and forced her to perform a fellatio on a pig. Suitably chastened by the degrading act, she was more than willing to have a human hump her. But all the time he was balling her, she kept retching up pig sperm that had lodged in her throat.
"Someday you'll see that I'm the lesser of evils around this place, Honey chile. In case you don't know it yet, those pigs go crazy over girl pussy. I saw the way that boar looked at you when you were sucking him off and believe me, he was digging it."
"Even if I wasn't. That was the most disgusting thing I've ever been forced to do in my entire life! "
That you can remember, you mean, he mused, as he realized she still had a mental block about her recent adventures. Soon, if he had anything to say about it, she'd be reliving some of the wilder ones.
After force-feeding her a breakfast of pig slop again she'd forgotten her earlier appetite for the stuff-he pondered what perversions to perform on the unsuspecting girl. While wondering what best to do, be had her give him a blowjob as he sat on the toilet seal and shit. She kept protesting the smell and he kept ramming her blonde head back down on his rod until he could feel himself explode in her repulsed mouth. As in the past, she started to puke a short while after swallowing his come. Ah, it's just like the good ole days, he thought, while wiping his ass and watching her barf.
During the day he had her help him with the chores, though with occasional sex breaks to ease the monotony. Besides the pig fellatio and bathroom blowjob, he also forced her to submit to several other sodomistic acts, including buggery, bestiality and cunnilingus with a crow. But just the same, by mid-afternoon he was bored with sex and back to he headier pleasures of sadism.
Bending her bare body over a splintery saw horse, In-first buggered her again to break the ice, then lay into her ass with a bull whip. Just like before, the more he hit her the more she wanted. In a short while he'd worn out his whipping arm and had to resort to his palm. Spanking her ass until it was red, he enjoyed himself immensely.
"You know, Honey chile, this makes me feel like your father," he said, just before laying into her again.
When he said the word "father", it triggered a series of electric impulses in her brain that instantly sent her back into prodigality. No longer was she the protesting puritan; once again she was depravity personified.
"Oh, fuck me, Hognose, hump the hell out of me with that big, beautiful tool of yours. No, first let me suck on it, smother it with kisses, lick your lovely balls and shove my face in your asshole, eat your turds, fuck dogs and diddle myself with dung." She smiled wantonly up at him as her head hung down in the dirt from the saw horse.
Unable to believe she'd reverted so fast, Hognose hung his head in sorrow. He wasn't sure he could wait another two weeks before she was back where he wanted her. At present she was just a trifle too eager; he preferred a certain amount of coyness in his cutties. Once again, he felt guilty for what he'd done to this poor girl.
I should've stayed with the pigs where I belong, he reflected, at least they appreciate me even if they aren't as good looking as Priscilla. Gawd, but she's a lovely piece of tail, she really is.
He looked at her lithe, naked torso draped erotically over the saw horse and thought of all the fun he'd had with that taut little body. There wasn't one ounce of fat on that slender slip of a girl. She was built like a race horse-and a thoroughbred at that. What business did he have balling a beautiful creature like that? He was no more deserving of her than he was of one of those Moral Fiber awards the Hog City Kiwanis gives to upstanding citizens who've known their duty and done it.
Meanwhile, at that very moment one of those very award winners was leading a mob of outraged Hog City citizens to rescue this little girl from the clutches of her kidnaper. Harry Mannlicher, after weeks of frustration in trying to find his daughter, had finally struck pay dirt. The day before, one of his fellow Kiwaniaus had noticed something funny about his dog, a purebred Great Dane who commanded an impressive stud fee. Something besides a choke collar was dangling from the massive Dane's neck which on closer inspection proved to be a platinum lavaliere. Engraved on its surface were the initials P.M. PRISCILLA MANNLICHER!
He'd run as fast as he could to the kidnap headquarters and demanded one hundred grand on the spot. Harry, suppressing his enthusiasm as soon as he realized he might have to shell out the money, carefully examined the pendant and pronounced it Priscilla's. Whereupon the finder again asked for his reward and Harry had him read the fine print which said "payment upon conviction."
Taking charge of the situation like he had the meat packing plant, Harry interrogated the pendant finder to discover where best to look for the lost Priscilla.
"Have you any idea when the dog might have picked that thing up?" he asked, trying to appear deductive, as well as concerned.
"He didn't pick it up, I tell you, someone put it on him. Perhaps Priscilla."
"We certainly hope so, don't we? Who else would put a platinum pendant on a dog except she? That certainly sounds like the kind of trick she'd pull. The girl has absolutely no idea of the value of money. Do you have any idea what this thing cost?" He weighed it in his hand while shaking his bald head. "Honest to God, I don't know what's happening to the younger generation."
"They're getting kidnapped, that's what," interjected Zoltan, who was hot to get going on the chase. Already he had visions of Priscilla embracing him ardently for having the guts to rescue her from the gang of Commie Mafiosos.
"Listen," said the finder in serious tones, "that lavaliere may have cost a mint, hut so did my dog. Do you know how many blue ribbons Rover has won me? You wouldn't believe me if I told you. And this is no lie, he gets five hundred dollars stud fee every time I have him mount a bitch."
"You mean you get that much, not he," corrected Harry, ever the businessman.
"I think we should get down to business, Harry, instead of talking about dogs," added Zoltan, anxious to get his arms around Priscilla.
"Damned good idea, my boy. Lemme see, now, Freddy," he asked the finder, "where exactly is it you live?"
"Out west of town a piece. I got a little farm where me, the wife, our two kids and the dog live."
"I don't care who lives there, I care about where it is. Please be specific. This is important, I don't have to tell you that. Besides a young girl's life being at stake, there's that hundred thousand you'll get when we convict the sonuvabilches responsible.
After learning the area in which the dog lived, Harry stopped to study the wall map he'd had made of the county, lie perused it momentarily, then exclaimed: "Egad! Why didn't I think of it before? Hognose and those pinko gangsters have taken her to the one place I'd never have suspected, my boyhood home!"
Off they went with shotguns, pistols and baseball bats to strike a blow against the baddies who'd brought such shame to Hog City. The vigilantes rode out of Muldoon's in Chevy pickups and dented Ford Falcons, the F.B.I, in plain black Ford Fairlanes, the C.I.A. in Citrocns and Harry in his flag-festooned Caddy limousine with Zoltan at the wheel.
"Faster, faster, you fool," he yelled at Zoltan, "a girl's life may be at stake and you worry about speeding tickets!"
"Well, O.K., boss, if you'll promise to pay the fines, just this once."
Barreling at breakneck speed down backwoods roads, Zoltan was reminded of his first sexual encounter with Priscilla in the bosky wayside park. Ah, how sweet it was! he mused, nearly missing a turn.
Meanwhile, back at the barnyard, Hognose was wondering what to do with Priscilla. Pretty as she was, she presented more problems than she was worth, as far as he was concerned. Sure, she was a great piece of ass when she was her old self, which presently she was not.
The rest of the time she was insufferable. Even now, as she asked him if he'd like his asshole licked, he found her repulsive.
If only I hadn't degraded her so good, she might have worked out, he thought, while watching her gesture obscenely toward his genitals. As it is, she's turned into the biggest slut around. Damned if I'll dirty myself on her any more. I'd rather rut with sows any day, I really would. Sure, maybe I could get her back in shape in another week or two, but it's only a matter of lime before she's back like this again. Let's face it, Hognose baby, you've ruined this girl-but good! Next one I get, I'm going to break her in easier. Sure have learned my lesson from this one, though, I really have.
But what the fuck am I going to do with her now that I don't need her no more? Shit, I can't send her back to her pa. Either she'd tell him what I done, in which case he'd hang me on the spot, or else he'd notice she weren't pure no more and come looking for me anyway. Both ways I lose, as I see it. But what else can I do?
If I keep her here much longer, somebody's bound to stumble upon her soon, and then my ass is grass. Even if nobody does see her she'll still raise hell with the stock. Already the hogs are acting up after I let her lick off one. Damned if I'll ruin my livelihood because of some crazy broad who wants to do nothing but diddle all the time. Besides, those hogs mean a whole lot more to me than she docs; they really do.
He looked at the girl. Gawd, but she's beautiful, she really is. Her titties may not be as big as some of them whore girls I humped in Omaha, but she's sure got swell legs. I loved having them wrapped around my red neck, but best of all I liked eating her box. Sure did taste sweet, lots better than them sows does. She must take good care of her cunt when she's at home; bet she washes it every single day. Them rich girls does that sorta thing; they really does. Guess they don't got nothing better to do, not having chores or nothing like other girls does. Sure am going to miss that luscious box of hers, I really am.
He walked over and asked if she had any last request, patting her on the head like he did to chickens, before chopping off their heads.
"Anything I want?"
"That's right, Priscilla. Anything at all." He avoided looking directly in her eyes for fear he might cry. Much as he hated the prospect, he knew that putting her out of her misery was the best way. A mere shadow of her former self, she had sunk so low as to have outlived her usefulness-at least to him. From his way of thinking, she was about in the same fix as a filly with a busted leg, and should be treated accordingly. One bullet through the brain and it'd be over. She'll never know what hit her. It's the only way.
After a long pause, on her part, she broke silence and said, "Hognose, I know what I want!"
"And what is that, Honey chile?" He put his heavy hand on her shoulder and listened.
"You know that big boar, the one I munched on this morning?"
"Yes, very well. That's my prize boar. I'm keeping him for breeding purposes. Some day hell make me rich in stud fees."
"How about starting now?"
"What do you mean, girl?"
"I mean how about letting him hump me?"
"I dunno, I don't want to damage his do-thingy."
"But you promised me anything I wanted!"
"So I did, so I did," he repeated, mentally weighing the dangers to his prize boar should she have her way with him. "Well, maybe, if you're careful not to hurt his crank. Pigs got real tender cocks, so you can't try and any rough stuff with him."
"like I do with you?" She giggled, at the same time snapping her forefinger at his gonads.
"That's exactly what I don't want you to do! Do that to him and you might make him sterile, and then I'd really be in a fix, wouldn't I?"
"So you would, fatso." She laughed as she ran her hand up and down the leg of his work pants. "Sure you don't want me to suck you off, Hognose baby?"
"Now cut that out!" He pushed away her hand and wished he didn't have to do what he had to do. Why couldn't have broke her in right like I should've? We could have had so much more fun together, we really could. Damn my dumbness anyway. Sometimes I wish I'd been born smart like the other guys, and this is one of those times..
"Come on, Honey chile, let's get this show on the road."
He took hold of her arm and eased her off the saw horse, over which she had been bent backward for the last half hour. Then he steered her toward the barn, where he figured it'd be safer, since the other pigs couldn't see them hump.
He patted her affectionately on the fanny to make her hurry up, and she turned around to ask, "sure you don't want me to suck you off? It'd only take a minute."
"No thanks, not now. Maybe later when I feel more like it. Besides, the last time that you did that you bit me and I still hurt."
"Let me kiss it and make it well." She started to undo his fly, but he stopped her.
"Will you quit kidding around? Do you want to get your wish or not?"
"Oh, I most certainly do!" She ran ahead to the barn, her stride full of enthusiasm for the project.
Harry's horde sped onward in their mission to rescue Priscilla from the hands of Hognose and his gang. As they neared the area of his farm, he loaded his double-barreled Purdey shotgun and pointed it out the window in case he should catch sight of Hognose, out in the open.
I'm going to blast that bastard to smithereens for what he did to my daughter, I really am! He took aim at a distant tree and pretended to pull the trigger. Pow! Pow! Pow! That's what you're going to get, Mister Hognose Hughes!!
Meanwhile, back at the barn, Hognose was readying things for the rutting. To ensure the success of her last request, he scared up a couple of breeding harnesses such as are used to keep mares in place when they're being mounted. In one he strapped Priscilla, while the other was used to lower the prize hog down upon her. Without the harness, he might tall and crush her to death with his obesity. This way he could get his jollies off with a minimum of injury to himself and the other party. Hognose was in the process of lowering the oinking boar onto the eager girl when he heard the sound of approaching automobiles. Thinking nothing of it, he proceeded according to plan, until the pig's prick was actually poking in Priscilla's pussy.
At that exact moment a two-ton Cadillac limousine with American flags fluttering from the tail fins crashed through the side of the barn and out jumped Harry Mannlichcr with his shotgun aimed directly at Hognose's belly button.
Before Hognose knew what was happening, Harry had unloaded both barrels into his belly. Blood and guts gushed out in all directions as he fell backward against the boar, which slipped out of its harness and squashed him like a bug.
"Thank Cod, Priscilla," gushed her father, "I've saved you from a fate worse than death."
"But, Daddy, can't I let him hump me just once?"
"Oh, my Cod!" exclaimed Harry Mannlicher, aghast at what his daughter had sunk to during the past few weeks. He turned to Hognose's corpse and cried: "My Priscilla has finally trod the primrose path to pig fucking, and all because of you, Mister Hognose Hughes!"
What made it worse for Harry was that Hognose had died with a smile on his lips.