Chapter 7
That night she spent pinioned with her back to the bedpost was surely the most uncomfortable one in her life. Not only did she have to endure the constant pain of the too-tight rope on her skin, but she also had to put up with Hognose's bestial sleeping habits. He snored louder than a buzz saw, belched without ever excusing himself, and broke wind repeatedly in her direction. The sum result of these and other unpleasantries performed on his part was that she didn't sleep a wink. Every time she got on the verge of sleep, he'd either make some uncouth sound or perhaps reach down and pat her on the head like he would a puppy. "I'm not your pet!" she had snapped, only to have him reply, "Don't be so sure about that, Honey chile," just before letting loose with a monstrous, smelly fart.
After spending the night next to him, I'll appreciate sleeping with pigs. A more loathsome beast I cannot imagine than the fat slob snoring above me. The next time he sticks that filthy hand of his in my face, I'm going to bile the hell out of it!
And so it went, until daybreak, when Hognose instinctively bounded out of bed to perform his ablutions in full view of his captive audience, who happened to be facing the open bathroom door.
He hasn't even got the common decency to shut the door when he defecates, she thought, as an unseemly aroma wafted its way into her disgusted nostrils. What is he trying to do, make me sick?
"If you want to, Honey chile," he hollered from the top of the toilet seat, "You can come in here and lick my ass after I'm done." He chuckled evilly while conjuring up the sight in his addled mind's eye.
"No thanks, fart face, I'd sooner lick a pig's ass than yours."
"You may just get the chance, Honey chile."
Good grief! He isn't serious about that, is he ? I could get trichinosis from doing that, and God knows what else! Just thinking about the prospect of her face between a pig's ass-cheeks brought a bad taste to her mouth. She began to squirm against her bonds, now that she realized what a maniac her captor was. He's capable of anything-even murder-I bet! Maybe he's going to butcher me like he does those pigs! All those years in prison, plus all the pigs he's killed, must have warped his mind! What mind? This guy is a class A moron, he really is.
Returning from the bathroom with a big smile on his sun burnt lips, Hognose waddled over and waved his pee-dripping dong in Priscilla's face.
"Care for a suck, sweetie?"
"No thanks, I'm not hungry."
"Sure you're not? I bet after you got a taste of junior here you'd get to like him."
"I doubt it," she said, turning her nose up at the stinking sagginess of his limp dick. "Say, how long has it been since you've given Junior a bath?"
"He gets a mud bath pretty near everyday, when I go wallering."
"There's more than mud on that thing," she remarked, noticing come encrustments on his corona. "Don't you ever wash after you diddle?"
"Why should I? The pigs don't care."
"You mean . . . " Her voice faltered a bit, ". . . you do it with pigs?"
"Of course I do!" he said boastfully. "Doesn't everyone? I mean, what do you take me for anyway, a fucking queer? I assure you, Honey chile, I never does it with boars. You bet your life I doesn't!"
"I guess even you have a limit as to how far you'll sink, eh?"
"Listen, sister, pigfucking is nothing to be ashamed of, not in the least! I'm proud to be a pigfucker, I am! I've fucked humans and I've fucked hogs, and believe thee me, hogs are better! I get a lot more animal enjoyment out of prodding a pig than I do some daffy girl. Sows appreciate me a lot more than women does, too."
"I don't doubt that in the slightest, Hognose. I bet with those curfy-tailed cuties you're a real Casanova. Say, though, if you're such a stud around the pig pen, don't the boars get jealous?"
"You bet your sweet ass they do, sister! Why, after those sows have had human cock, they get downright uppity. Won't have a thing to do with their own kind. They go around with their snouts in the air as if to say, "I'm too good for the-likes of you," to the same boars that used to mount them regular."
"Ever have any repercussions as a result of this jealousy?" Seeing the puzzled look on his face, she rephrased her question. "Did the boars ever get angry with you?"
"You're damned right they do! I used to think nothing of it, though, until one day those pissed-off porkers nearly killed me."
"How so? "
"Well, I was feeling pretty horny that day, and I'd drunk more than I shoulda of corn licker. Needing a piece real bad, I went down there and pulled this boar off a sow while he was mounting her. Now, he took this as a personal insult and got together with his buddies. Meanwhile, having shot him out of the saddle, so to speak, I took his place in that pig's twat. Soon as I slipped in her she started to perk up, squealing to tell the others, I guess, how much better I was at it than my predecessor. Well, that pissed him off even more, and he decided to do something about it He went to the far end of the pen and came charging at my ass full speed ahead. Hit me so hard with his snout I about broke off my pecker. Gawd, it hurt something fierce for weeks! And then while I was lying there holding my balls, the bastard kept butting me. Then his buddies joined in, trampling all over me with their hooves until I was bloody. If that sow hadn't helped out, I might well have died from that trampling. Luckily, she held 'em off long enough for me to escape through the fence. It was about the last thing she ever did, though, for as soon as I was gone those boars ganged up on her and killed her. Lost a damned expensive pig that way, and one of the best pieces of ass in the pen. Boy, but I was pissed about that, even if I was lucky to be alive. Ever since then, I've been careful not to rile the boars, just to be on the safe side. For one thing, I never fuck a sow in full sight of the boars, and I let them keep a certain percentage of the eligible sows for their private stock."
"Sounds like a shaky truce to me, Hognose. You'd better be careful about getting boars mad at you. From what my pa tells me, they can be real mean mothers."
"He ought to know, he used to be a pig fucker himself!" He broke into big belly laughs, so that his flopping prick sprayed drops of piss all over Priscilla's face.
"My own father-a mounter of pigs?" she exclaimed, doing her best to ignore the piss drops. "Why, I don't believe it!"
"Just the same, it's true. Him and me used to mount our share of sows, back when we was hog butchering together. He'll never admit it, though. Might be bad for public relations."
Images of headlines reading "Corporation Chief Admits Having Carnal Knowledge of Sow" raced through Priscilla's brain. Such a development would surely ruin poor Harry, if not his company. She'd best not breach the subject with him when they next met, or it might be disastrous. He might even kill himself if he discovered his daughter knew of his past frolics with sows.
"You know," he reminisced, "The two of us used to have contests to see who could polish off the most pigs. Funny thing is, your pa always seemed to beat me. Even back then, he was a real go-getter. I guess any man that can fuck fifty sows in a single afternoon deserves to be president of the company. What do you think?"
"I think you're the most perverted man I've ever met, that's what. Maybe my father did have a frolic with you twenty years ago, but every man is entitled to sow his wild oats. Although I don't exactly approve of what he did, I forgive him because of his exemplary behavior in later life. You, on the other hand, never seem to have gotten over your infatuation with sodomy. In fact, you have sunk so far down in the filth that you are beyond redemption. As I see it, Hognose, you're the scum of the earth personified!"
"Ah, you little snob, what do you know about life? Shit, you've had everything given to you by your rich daddy. You never had to shovel horseshit to make a living like I done, and worse!"
"Nothing that you did will surprise me, after hearing about your sexual exploits. Why not face it, Hognose, you're an incurable degenerate, not fit to be in the company of decent folk. You belong back in prison, where you can be with your own kind."
"Don't say that, Priscilla, please don't say that! You don't know how awful it was in there, what terrible people there were. I'd sooner rot in hell than return to that place, I really would!"
"Maybe you will," she mumbled, conjuring up images of terrible deaths he could suffer, preferably at her hands. Eliminating him would be like killing vermin. His destruction would be a positive good. Em sure they'd pin a medal on me. She began to devise delightfully wicked ways of doing him in. At least it gave her something to think about besides how miserable she was. The lack of sleep on lop of the agonizing pain caused by the too-tight bonds and her previously brutalized flesh made for much unpleasantness. She felt absolutely terrible, and she had a suspicion she was going to feel a lot worse before this dreadful ordeal was over . . . Hognose has undoubtedly got something cooked up for me, the evil bastard! she thought, as she saw a strange new glint in his beady blue eyes.
"Honey chile, how'd you like to go outside and help me feed the pigs?" he asked, inundating her with his bad breath.
"How about feeding me first, eh? AH you ever think about are those damned hogs!"
"How dare you put yourself above those poor creatures. They mean something to me, sister. You don't."
Thai's exactly what I was afraid of; now he won't have any qualms about what he does to me. I'd better walch my step or I might get my head blown off-or maybe even worse!
"Come on cunt, we're going outside!" He grabbed her by the hair and began dragging her across the floor. Her ass picked up a few more splinters on the threshold and got gashed by a rusty nail protruding from the front step. God, I hope I don't get tetanus, she thought, after seeing the cause of her cut.
The next thing she knew she was lying flat on her back in slimy muck, looking up at a pack of hungry pigs. Yipes! I hope they don't mistake me for their meal! Those mothers got teeth that could tear me to pieces! I'd better lie still because if I move they might be inclined to bite.
They were. First she felt a nibble on her foot, then when she tried to discourage the culprit, found herself being bitten everywhere. If Hognose hadn't broken them up, they might well have eaten her alive.
"Oh, thank you for saving me, Hognose, I'm really grateful," she gushed, expecting to be helped from the slime into which she had sunk.
"For what?" he retorted, pushing her back to the hungry pigs. "I'm not done with you yet." He took a bucket of slop and poured it on her naked, quivering torso. Instantly the pigs began to lap their liquid breakfast off her slop-covered body while Hognose looked on with glee.
At first they lapped, then, when they realized how thin was the layer of food spread across the screaming female, the pigs vented their frustration with their teeth. All over her they sunk in their teeth, though one hungry devil routed between her thighs with his snout in search of elusive slop in much the same way his European cousins hunt for truffles.
The pain of pig teeth sinking into her pussy was so great that Priscilla cried out at the top of her lungs. Watching the wanton sight of her misery, Hognose laughed uproariously, egging the pigs on with another bucket of slop.
Her tits almost got bitten off by hungry hogs, as did a major portion of her pubic hairs. The same might have happened to her cute button nose if she hadn't folded her arms over her face. As it was, she sustained hundreds of teeth marks the length and breadth of her once flawless body.
As the food ran out, the pigs became more ferocious in their eating habits, hoping to consume all they could before the remaining slop was snapped up by their brethren. As a result, during this denouement Priscilla incurred more bite wounds than during the preceding period. Her screams became so awful that even Hognose was affected.
"Come on you guys," he bellowed, kicking one sow in the side of the head, "Break it up, breakfast is over. Damned if I'll feed you off Priscilla any more. Your manners are atrocious. Tomorrow its back in the trough for all of you, you hear?"
Priscilla could barely think, let alone hear as he dragged her in a semi-conscious state back to the shack. Undoubtedly in a state of shock from the frightening experience, she stared blankly ahead as he leaned her against the door jamb and went to fetch some salt for her wounds.
Returning with a big container of Morton's Iodized, he liberally doused the lacerated areas of her flesh. It burned so much she began shaking with strychnine-like jerks as she writhed in agony across the floor. Even though in shock, she hurt something terrible.
Hognose shook his head at her antics. "I guess the younger generation's gone soft. They just can't take it like we oldies could when we were young," he murmured.
He turned and went into the kitchen. Best fix breakfast, he thought. Maybe with a little grub in her belly, that girl'll perk up. Can't understand her carrying on like that over a little thing like hog bites. Shucks, back when I was slaughtering, I used to get bit all the time, and I never made no fuss like she done. Of course, I always wore work gloves and heavy clothes, but they couldn't have made that much difference, or could they? I guess it would be a bitch to get bit in the bare tit. I best take better care of that cunt. Don't want her to die on me before I get a chance to have some fun with her. Ain't had me a young one in a hell of a long time. I bet she really-likes it, too. She may seem all cold on the surface, but underneath I bet she's a real nympho. She sure went crazy with that Zoltan fella, and he don't have half as big a dick as me.
While Hognose cooked breakfast, Priscilla recuperated in the corner. A big pout was on her lips, and she stared daggers at the man responsible for her degradation. Already she hated him with all her might, but at the same time she felt kind of sorry for him too. What made him the way he is? Was it an unhappy childhood? Parents who neglected him? Rejection by a hostile society? The long term in prison? A pea-sized brain? Too big a prick? She pondered these and other questions that raced through her boggled brain.
Deciding she needed some diversion from the constant throbbing hurt of her wounds, she reached over and clicked on the transistor radio Hognose had, resting on the table. A news report came blaring out of its diminutive speaker.
"Last night Hog City's leading citizen, Harry Mannlicher, President of Mannlicher Meatpacking, our town's biggest employer, realized that his only daughter Priscilla was overdue from a shopping trip to Lincoln. Alarmed as to her whereabouts, he called police who immediately began searching for the missing heiress, who, when she turns eighteen, will inherit something on the order of fifty million dollars. Shortly after the search began, the Mannlicher family chauffeur, one Zoltan Pest, was found unconscious beside the Cadillac limousine it was his job to drive. Pest, a former Hungarian freedom fighter who came to this country in 1956, had sustained a concussion and scalp wounds from an unknown assailant who apparently kidnapped Miss Mannlicher. No ransom request has been received, according to the girl's father, who has posted a fifty thousand dollar reward for her safe return. Meanwhile, state and local police are continuing their search for the girl's abductor, who is believed to still be in the area. They say they have the name of a suspect who has made kidnap threats against the girl in recent weeks and once served a term in the state prison for a similar offense. His name is-" CLICK.
"ME! HOGNOSE HUGHES!" announced Hognose proudly, to the startled moppet.
"How you like that, Honey chile, hearing my name on the radio?"
"But I didn't get to hear it. You turned it off before they gave the name of the suspect."
"You know and I know that they know the guy who done it is none other than me. Who else would have the guts to carry off the daughter of the richest guy in town in broad daylight?"
"Who else would be dumb enough, you mean."
"Takes gumption to do what I done."
"But not much brains. Do you know how long it's going to take them to catch you? Why, I bet they already got squad cars searching this area. Pretty soon they'll have the dogs out tracking you down. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they arrive any minute. Why not face it, Hognose, your goose is cooked."
"If mine is, so is yours, Honey chile. They ain't going to do a thing to me as long as I got you in here. Besides, they'll never find me. There's a couple of creeks we had to cross to get here, and that ought to throw the dogs off our trail. As for them cops, they're even dumber than me. I don't worry about them a bit."
"But what about the F.B.I.? Remember they caught you once before."
"According to the radio they haven't been called in yet."
"But they will be, you can be sure of that. Why, I bet my father is on the phone right now ringing up his Congressman to demand that the army take up the search. My daddy will stop at nothing to sec that I'm found and you're brought to justice, and I bet this time they'll hang you for sure!"
"No, they ain't, because they ain't going to catch me! Now sit down and eat your breakfast while I figure out a way to get out of this mess."
"That s very simple, all you got to do is give yourself up."
"So I can hang? No, thank you, I like living too much for that."
"Maybe if you plead guilty they II just send you back to prison."
"Where I'd stay until I rot,-likely as not. I'd sooner hang than go back there."
"Then don't plead guilty."
"Naw, I think the best thing is to make a break for it fast."
"And just how far do you think you'll get? Why, I bet already they've got roadblocks set up everywhere. You'd never make it past those. I bet they even have helicopters out looking for you. Think you can hide from those?"
"There must be some way I kin skedaddle without getting caught, there must." He put his shaking hands to his head. Deep in concentration, he came up with nothing but last night's supper. All over the freshly cooked breakfast. Priscilla almost got sick and had to leave the table.
Sitting on the couch, she alternately nursed her wounds and sniped at him.
"Why don't you just face it, Hognose, you haven't got a ghost of a chance to get out of here without being caught."
"Then in that case I won't go anywhere. Let 'em come here. Let 'em fight me on my own turf."
"You mean you own this place? Then they'll find you for sure."
"Naw, I'm just squatting on it. As a matter-of-fact, this is the farm your pa grew up on when he was a kid. I figure never in a million years will he think I'd take you here."
"I'm sure he. will leave no stone unturned until he has me located, I don't care how much it costs him. If he has to, he'll have every square inch of this county searched, inducing this farm."
"That'll lake him quite a while. Meanwhile, I can wait. I got me plenty of food, a shotgun, and a steady piece of ass."
"I hope by the latter you don't mean me. I'd sooner die than submit to your sexual demands. Darned if I want to pick up pig syphilis-or worse."
"I meant my hog harem, not you, sister. I don't care how pretty you are, you can't hold a candle to them sows when it comes to screwability. Why, I bet you're a real washout in bed. All show and no go. You lookers always are. Only ugly girls fuck good."
Her distaff pride impugned by his allegation, Priscilla disputed his conclusion.
"Just because I'm beautiful doesn't mean I'm a bad lay, Hognose."
"We'll just have to see about that," he snorted, casting a lecherous eye in her direction.
"You wouldn't?" she cried, suddenly realizing he was serious.
"Just try me!" He advanced toward her with lust in his eyes and a lump in his pants.
"Do I have to?" she asked sadly as she watched him strip stark naked in front of her.
"Honey chile, you ain't got no choice. If I wants to fuck you, by golly, I will. You ain't got no choice in the matter. Besides, it's been a long time since I've balled a girl. Maybe they've improved some, though I doubt they'll ever be as good as sows."
Girding her loins for a fate worse than death, Priscilla caught sight of his twelve inch cock and fainted on the spot.