Chapter 8
Priscilla awoke to find herself pinioned again, this time to the four posts of Hognose's bed. Spread-eagled on the piss-shit-semen-slobber and snot-stained sheet, she soon discovered that each of her respective appendages was tied to a bedpost with pieces of the same coarse rope with which she had been bound the night before.
Turning her head ever so slightly, which was all she could, she saw the salacious sight of Hognose rubbing his tumescent root with bacon grease.
Noticing the puzzled look on her face, he explained, "I've got such a big one, I think maybe it's best I give it a lube job before I try to ball you."
"It sure is a big one."
"That's what all the girls say," he said, reaching for the remainder of the bacon grease.
"Are you sure you aren't part bull?" she asked, noticing his hairy testicles were as big as billiard balls.
"No, but I assure you one thing, baby. I'm all stud," he said, standing up to show off the full extent of his greasy manhood.
It was then that Priscilla saw that he had something tattooed on his paunch. Although nearly covered by rolls of fat-he must have had it put on long ago when he was skinny, she thought-it was still legible.
It read in bold letters across his belly: "I AM A PIG IN
BED!"
Seeing her interest in his abdomen, he glanced down at his wrinkled tattoo and replied, "I try to live up to my reputation too." He oinked a few times, then turned his back on her and broke wind less than a foot away from her face.
Struggling against her bonds, she tried desperately to escape the smell, but it was no use. She might as well face it, she was trapped.
While Hognose had his back turned, he appeared to be struggling himself. Intrigued as to what he was doing, Priscilla watched as he appeared to be jerking himself off. Maybe she was to be spared the ordeal of intercourse with that brute after all!
Unfortunately, as she realized when he turned around, such apparently was not the case. For, affixed to his cocklip, was a French tickler in the shape of a hog's head.
"How do you like him, Honey chile?" he asked, waving the wildly grinning pig in her face.
"I must say it certainly fits your personality, fatso."
"I'm not so fat. Underneath this thin outer layer of flab lies a mountain of muscle!" He flexed his flabby biceps, but they still sagged. "Hmm, guess I have gone a bit soft. Better get my self back in shape with a little balling, eh. Baby?"
"Not with me you aren't!"
"Jes' try and stop me, sister, just try!"
"I'll fight you with everything I have, I really will!"
"For all the good it'll do you. In case you haven't noticed, I've tied you up real good."
"I know, my circulation is almost cut off because of it. Couldn't you loosen them a little?"
"So you can get away? Nosiree bob I ain't! They'll stay like they is until I've had at you, understand?" He moved onto the mattress, which sunk a full six inches under his weight.
Priscilla cringed as his hairy leg brushed against hers. Never had she been so repulsed in her life. He was absolutely revolting. He was ugly, fat, boorish and he smelled bad, but watching his smiling, pig's head bob up and down made her laugh.
"What's so funny, eh?
"Him." She inclined her head toward the tickler, "lb-cracks me up."
"So you like Junior, eh? How about giving him a little kiss?"
"Sorry, I don't kiss pigs!"
"This one you do, Honey chile." He waddled across the bed until his hairy balls were resting on her chin.
"How about giving me a hum job first?" He edged his balls upward to her mouth.
"And what if I refuse?"
"Then I crap all over you. How'd you like that?"
Choosing the lesser of two evils, she reluctantly look his testicles into her mouth, although they tasted something terrible. Stuck in their hairy surface were all sorts of scuminess, including dried come, pieces of shit and perhaps some sow grease. She almost barfed, it was so awful.
"Come on Honey Chile, you can do better than that. Suck on 'em like you would a lollipop."
Not knowing what he might do if she didn't, Priscilla pursed her repulsed lips and began to suck the scrotal sac with feigned enthusiasm. She could feel his testicles quiver with excitement as she lapped their outer surface with something less than relish. But bad as the situation was, it suddenly got worse, for Hognose got so excited he again broke wind, and this plus the hum job finally caused Priscilla to barf, which was just what he wanted. All that warm outpouring around his balls he found so stimulating that lie shot his wad in big spurts, some of which landed on her forehead and began to drip down her face. (Un-like some French ticklers, his was perforated for greater pleasure. When he came, semen spat out of the pigs smiling mouth.)
"That sure did feel fine, Honey chile," he gushed while extricating his barf-covered balls from her mouth.
Priscilla had never seen such a sickening sight in all her life, but soon she was to see one worse.
"As long as you're down there, how about giving my asshole a little lick?" He squatted over her until his pimply, plump ass-cheeks plopped down on her outraged face.
"Now kiss it, before I hit you in the cunt!"
Unable to disobey his demented demand, she puckered her lips and planted a less than passionate kiss on his fetid bunghole, trying unsuccessfully to avoid the pieces of dried feces thereon.
"What kind of kiss is that? If you don't kiss me better, I'm going to fart again. This time you'd belter French me, or I will fart!"
Not really wanting to, but knowing the consequences if she didn't were far worse-he might make her incapable of childbearing if he hit her vagina hard enough-she swallowed her pride (and a less-than-delicious dingle-berry) and plunged into the repulsive task of Frenching his asshole. Deep into the putrid orifice went her unwilling tongue, causing his bowels to quake so that he again broke wind.
Backing away as best she could from the smelly deluge, she yelled from underneath his exploding asshole, "you promised you wouldn't do that!"
"I'm sorry, I really am. I just couldn't help myself. It's just one of those things that happens, I guess."
"Not again it doesn't! You get your fat behind off my face this instant, before I take a big bite out of it!" she screamed, realizing for the first time the weapons she had available in her teeth.
Scared by the prospect of being scarred for life, Hognose did as told by one who had previously been his victim. Had the tables been turned on him? Was it he and not she who had to worry?
He cowered at the far end of the bed, safely out of range of her snapping teeth. To think that those same choppers almost sank into his ass, and what was worse, maybe his balls! He began to wonder if she was worth the effort it would take to subdue her, now that she was in a fighting mood. Tiny as she was, compared to him, she had him scared, almost shitless, but not quite, thank goodness.
"Come on, you big chicken, I dare you to drag your balls across my face again!"
Discretion being the better part of valor, he wisely decided to forego her challenge. Damned if he'd be turned into a gelding by that crazy girl! He turned his back on her taunting to contemplate the confusing situation. How could a little girl like her have me scared? he thought, especially when she's all tied down?
"You know what, Hognose? I think you're yellow, that's what I think! You may think you're hot stuff with those sows, but as far as I'm concerned, you're just a pusillanimous fattie!"
Maybe he didn't understand all of what she'd said, but he judged from the tone in her voice it was an insult. Briefly spinning his head around, he barded, "you watch what you call me, you hear?"
"Whaddaya going to do about it, you big dumbie?" She stuck her tongue out at him, and would've thumbed her ears if she could.
"I'm going to stomp you, but good, if you keep up that sass! I've got half a mind to right now!" He was beginning to regain his self-confidence, now that he realized that, aside from her teeth, she was completely defenseless. He decided to attack one of her vulnerable areas. Studying her captive loveliness, he found himself aroused by the lascivious sight of her legs spread at an obscene angle. His cock suddenly surged back up to its earlier erotic lever, and he knew he had to fuck her even if she bit his ear off.
As a conciliatory measure, he got some toilet paper from the bathroom and wiped the vomit off her face. Rut as she was still bent, he employed additional measures.
"What you need, Honey chile, is a little lovin'. " He grabbed hold of her tremulous, white thighs with his work-calloused hands and announced that he was going to eat her box.
"Not until you brush your teeth you aren't, Buster!"
"But I never brush for anyone, not even my mother," he protested, rearing his ugly head from between her legs.
"Then you should be ashamed! Go in there this instant and brush your teeth or I shall break wind in your fat face."
Aghast that she would even consider resorting to his methods, he hurried to the bathroom and did as told. Returning with his yellowed teeth shining, he sank them into her thigh and made her scream.
"Let go of me this instant, you brute!"
He loosened his grip and said, "that's just to show you I got teeth too, so don't try anything funny if you want to keep your pussy in one piece."
"You wouldn't dare?"
"You should know me well enough by now to know that I'm a man of my word." He moved downward to her muff. Using his snout-like nose, he parted the pink petals. Savoring the smell of girl sweat and uneaten pig slop, he remarked, "you smell even better than the sows do."
"As well I should!"
Ignoring her outcry, he began lapping at her tufted mound, hungrily engorging the slop thereon. Then, having cleaned her cunt hairs of the stuff, he delved deep inside her gooey slit in search of more. Even though unsuccessful in this effort, he liked the taste of her salty twat. Licking her labia with libidinous enthusiasm, he not only satisfied his animal appetite but aroused hers. Soon the lathered up pussy began to snap back at him.
So she wants to fight me, even down here, he thought, while warring with the snapping pussy. Well, I'll give her a tongue-lashing she won't forget! Now he really began to lick at the frothing slit, hoping to achieve mastery over her by carnally conquering her cunt. He found her clit and sucked on it hungrily, then sank his teeth into its swollen surface. She screamed loudly, of course-the pain must have been intense-but she also began to climax. Slime by the bucketful poured into her oscillating box and Hognose lapped up every last bit of it as he gloated in orgasmic triumph over her twat.
Now she was screaming with delight and, if she could have, she would've wrapped her legs around his fat head, she felt so good. Maybe it was only his animal appetite for salt, but he licked her box even better than Zoltan! Although completely repulsed by his ugliness and boorish ways, she found herself completely captivated by his splendid pussy licking!
Giving in to the orgasm racking her wanton nether lands, she wallowed in wondrous sexual release as Hognose continued to slaver away at her cunt. He, too, found himself aroused by the cunnilingual activity. As soon as he thought she was through, he swallowed his mouthful of girl grease and got ready to rut.
Priscilla had barely recovered from the cunt-shaking climax when she saw him move his immense prick into position against her pussy.
"Surely you're not going to try to stick that big thing in my tiny box, are you?"
"If you don't quit bitching about it, I'll turn you over and slick it in your ass, you sassy slut!"
"I am not a slut and you know it!"
"But you will be by the time I get done with you. With Junior's help, of course." He patted the pig head which was still affixed to the end of his enormous rod.
"Do you have to use him? Aren't you big enough without him? Only guys that have little ones need to use things like that."
"Don't you think I'm big enough without it?"
"Why would you need him if you weren't?"
"I'll show you I've got more than you can handle, even without Junior!" He tore off the tickler and tossed it on the floor, where it continued looking on at the amorous activity with the same insane grin on its face.
As soon as Priscilla felt the tip of his unadorned dick poke against her pussy, she winced with fright. Surely he'll rend me in half with that thing! How will my little cunny ever be able to handle that huge cannon?
But, unknown to Priscilla, her pussy, like others, had an enormous propensity for stretching. Soon after the bib-bored cocktip edged its wide way inside her slit, it began to distend to handle the huge dick that followed. Surprisingly, although the big rod reamed out every wrinkle in her box, she discovered herself easily capable of housing the giant cock.
Hognose, too, was amazed at the speed with which her pussy adapted to his prick. Usually, only the sows could handle him right off. He figured it must have been his eat-out that paved the way for such a painless penetration. Having staged a successful entry into her gooiness, he prepared to pacify another piece of territory. With bullish enthusiasm, he charged headlong into the delightful task. In and out of her tight little cunt his big cock moved with manly control, causing Priscilla to go wild with dewy desire.
Although hating him as a person, she found him irresistible as a stud. Despite an earlier disinclination to copulate with so loathsome an individual, now she discovered that she loved his dick more than anything in the world!
"Oh fuck me, Hognose," she screamed, in his unwashed ear, "fuck me with all your might!" Oh, how good that big cock feels inside my pussy! I've never felt so hot in my life! My Cod, it's getting even bigger!
"Do you want to come, Hognose, do you?"
"Not unless you do, Honey chile." He continued his spirited lunging in her lubricious sheath, his body sweating copiously as he roused himself to total action. An occasional porcine grunt would escape his slavering lips after he had made a particularly savage thrust into her pussy. He too, seemed to be having the time of his life. Even the sexiest of sows couldn't compare with the way Priscilla went wild over his plunging rod.
Needing another outlet for her arousal, but finding herself bound, hand and foot, she used her teeth to show him how turned-on she was. Into his neck, ear and chest she sunk her choppers, sometimes drawing blood from his sweating flesh. He had fucked her so far into ecstasy that the only thing she could think about was how close she was to coming. Just a few more thrusts from his rod and she'd make it.
"Harder, Baby, harder!" she yelled, as sweet spasms signaled her imminent explosion. "And faster! Ahhh, that's it, Baby, lots better! Oh my God, it's coming! Join me, Baby, join me!" She squeezed on his throbbing member with all the strength her pussy muscles could muster, making it difficult for him to keep control. His overexcited cock burst forth in hot delivery, fanning the flames of concupiscence already raging unchecked in her womb. A carnal conflagration enveloped their interlocked loins, resulting in complete joining of their pleasure. For the period of their simultaneous total climax, they were as one being, the proverbial beast with two backs come to life.
"Oh, God, but that felt good!" she gushed, into his wax-dripping ear. "You certainly brought out the animal in me. Look what I did to your chest. You're covered in blood."
"I don't care how much you bit me, Honey chile, it was worth it. I come so much I coulda filled buckets. You sure gotta sweet box, Priscilla Pussy." He covered her forehead with sloppy kisses of gratitude, and she responded by biting him in the jugular.
He continued the slobbering caress of her nose, checks and chin before planting a passionate French kiss on her eager mouth. Gone was any resistance to his bad breath. Now that he had proved his worth where it really counts, Priscilla was ready to overlook his minor failings, as long as he fucked so fantastically.
"You're all stud, Hognose, you really are." She kissed the tip of his snout to show her appreciation for his efforts.
"All us pigfuckers are, even your pa," he boasted.
"Did you have to ruin it all for me? Here I was, feeling great, and you bring up something as disgusting as that."
"Whaddaya mean, 'disgusting'? Personally, I find it very inspirational."
"Then I've made a mistake. For a minute there, after you'd give me the biggest thrill of my life, F thought you were a man. But you're not, you're nothing hut a beast who happens to walk on two legs. Get away from me, you gorilla, before I get sick!"
Whereas during the throes of fornication she'd found herself attracted by his animal magnetism, now she felt repulsed by this same primitiveness. Watching him withdraw his dripping dong from her violated loins made her see the ugliness of their coupling, where before she had only beheld the beauty of orgasmic release.
"You make me feel like a sow, you pig!" she yelled, her voice filled with contempt.
"Did I understand you right? Are you comparing me to a hog?"
"Comparing, nothing, I'm saying you are one!"
"Then that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in years. I almost feel like crying, I'm so moved." He pretended to have tears in his eyes, hoping real ones would come.
"You really do identify with hogs, don't you?" she asked, incredulous that anyone would consider being called "pig" a compliment.
"They're the only true friends I've ever had and most of them I've ended up killing. How'd you feel if you had to kill all your best friends-and lovers."
"You really do have a problem, don't you, Boy?"
"I'd rather not discuss it, if you don't mind." He started to sob now in earnest.
Disgust had given way to pity as Priscilla's impression of Hognose, who continued to amaze her with his unabashed infatuation with pigs. The poor fellow so identifies with them, she mused, that he actually thinks he is one. I've heard of cases where animals raised with humans sometimes think they are human restroom; maybe the inverse has happened to Hognose. Poor thing, thinking he's a pig.
She looked at him with compassion in her eyes, but he took it for pity and got pissed. "Don't look at me that way, like you're so goddamned much better than I am. Maybe I'm not as cultured as your mother, but I'm a fuck of a lot happier!"
"Are you happy, Hognose, I mean really and truly happy?"
"Damned right I am! Un-like humans, them pigs treat me right, you hear? All I've ever got from my fellow man is the shaft, but hogs treat me like an equal!"
Which Em sure you are, she thought, noticing again how much he resembled a hog.
Seeing the thinly disguised contempt registered on her upturned lip, he turned on her with rage. "You think you're so much better than I am because you've got an education, but I'll tell you something, rich bitch, you may know a lot, but you ain't got much sense. I may not have gone to school much, but I've been around, see, and I know what's what." He stuck his finger at her in the same way President Kennedy used to, but without quite the same effect.
"No you don't, Dimwit, you just think you do. Actually, you don't know anything but how to mount a pig. Now, I admit that may gain you an entrance to pig circles, but it doesn't cut much ice with polite society."
"Who gives a fuck about polite society? I've had it up to here with you hotsy totsy chicks, I really have. You know what? After hearing you talk, I'd rather screw a sow than you any day."
"I'm sure you would, Hognose. At least she'd appreciate your gross ways. I don't."
"But you will. Wait until I rub your nose in it a little more." He fingered his member so she'd get the message.
"You'll begin to see things the way I do, sooner than think."
"I'd die first."
"You just may, cunt, if you keep crossing me!"