The man held the door open for her. As she ducked beneath his arm he stopped her with his hand. “Pamela, I think you have something stuck to your shoe.”
A few people turned as she bent to remove the mortifying object, her bottom pressing against the tight fabric of her skirt.
She balled the paper up in her hand and threw it away as she escaped into the anonymous darkness of the night.
Although she had come in her own car, they left in his.
“Open your mouth.”
She quickly did as he asked, eager for him to remove the clip which was making her tongue throb so painfully.
He unfastened it. She groaned as sensation flooded back into her tongue like knives.
He smiled and dropped the clip into a large container in her footwell. She swallowed nervously as metal hit metal – apparently he had a large supply of the evil object!
He started the car. “So, you asked about wearing a mask for play…” He handed her a large wrinkled dusky pink pig nose. “…Put this on.”
She turned it over in her hand. Even the rubbery plastic made her feel dirty. She squirmed and pulled it on over her head.
She had wanted a way to partially disguise her face, but this mask was so much more. It was a humiliatingly obvious statement that she was nothing but a piggy, and she loved it. Yet that didn’t make it any easier to be seen wearing such a mask!
As the man drove out of the dark car park and into the well-lit streets she slid down her seat in shame.
He shook his head. “Put your face to the window. Let people get a good view of my bright pink piggy.”
She did as he asked, squirming in her seat as she publicly exposed her inner piggy. She logically knew that most people would just think she was dressing up in a fun mask, but she knew that it went beyond that. She knew the desire for depravity that lurked just out of sight.
After a short journey the man pulled into a long driveway. “Bring those binder clips with you.”
She hesitated for a second before getting out. Although she had initially been reassured to find that his house was a little way away from anyone else’s, the fact that there would be no one about to hear her scream now felt slightly more terrifying! Yet she wanted the terror. Wanted to be used and abused by him like she was nothing but a squealing piggy – didn’t want there to be any way out.
She grabbed the box and got out of the car.
“Strip.”
“Here?!” Her voice broke in shock, but one look at the man’s face made her realize he wasn’t joking. Glancing around nervously she began to strip out of her clothing.
“Quicker.”
She swallowed and sped up, getting out of her clothing in such a hurry that she didn’t have time to fully register that she was naked until he grabbed her clothes, threw them back in the car and locked them inside. She gasped and looked through the car window in horror. She was now completely naked with no access to her clothing.
He grabbed one of her tits and pulled. The writing she had scrawled over her body earlier was mortifyingly obvious under the porch light.
He didn’t take her inside. Instead he pulled her to a flood-lit garden where an area of earth had been penned in. He opened the gate and pushed her inside.
She stood in the center, feeling the slightly muddy ground squelch between her toes. Then she noticed the cameras. Four of them, capturing her from every angle from around the sides of the pen. She self-consciously put her hands up to cover her naked and graffitied body.
The man grinned as he flicked on each camera. “Oh no, piggy. You have no secrets from me. Get down on all fours and spread that big piggy bottom of yours. I want a nice close-up on this camera here.” He tapped the central camera.
Trembling a little she did as he asked, her anus twitching as she filled the frame with her bottom, knowing that the video would get shared far and wide.
She heard him pull his belt from its loops and thought for a second he was going to take her ass. However, when she felt the sting of his belt right against her tender anus, she realized he had something even more wicked in mind.
Her shock at the pain caused her to lose her balance and she tumbled forward onto the mud beneath.
He tapped her bottom with his foot. “No, piggy, keep them spread. I want to leave you with an intimate reminder that there is no little part of you that I can’t claim.”
He slapped her intimately a dozen times in quick succession, making her anus wink. He then kicked her hip so that she rolled in an ungainly fashion onto her side.
He laid the belt over the fence. “Now all that’s missing is a proper amount of mud. So squat. Squat, pull apart your piss-flaps, and piss yourself like the desperate cunt you are.”
Blushing bright red, Pamela got herself into position. She spread her large thighs wide and pulled open her labia. But, despite the fullness in her bladder, she couldn’t let a single droplet out. She was too mortified.
The man looked down at her. “You’re having difficulty going? Let’s see if I can help you out.” He pulled out his cock and started to piss over her.
She spluttered in indignation as his hot urine soaked her hair and streamed down her face. A golden shower sounded quite glamourous. This was anything but.
He moved his cock to her lips. She screwed up her face and turned it away. He reached for her chin and held her fast. “Don’t make faces. You’re a pig – there’s absolutely nothing too degrading for me to do to you. Now drink up. Maybe you’ll be able to piss yourself better with some fresh piss inside you.” He pushed his cock into her mouth.
She swallowed a large mouthful almost accidentally. Her eyes went wide and she wrinkled up her nose in disgust. He pushed his cock further inside her mouth and pinched her nose. “You’d better guzzle it all down, or else…”
The man didn’t finish his threat. He didn’t have to.
Pamela put her hands on the base of his cock and started to greedily gulp down his piss like her life depended on it. The taste was acrid. The smell was atrocious. Yet her wanton pussy was absolutely soaked.
“That’s right. Now rub your cunt as you swallow. Rub your cunt and relax your sphincter. I want you to wet yourself as you slurp down my piss.”
A tear slid down Pamela’s face at how thoroughly wanton she felt, yet as her own hot urine splashed over her hands and down her legs, she had never felt more aroused.
The man smirked as he heard the tell-tale sound of water hitting the ground. “That’s right, piggy, make me some pissy mud.” He pulled his cock out of her mouth and emptied the last of his bladder over her body so that it dribbled down onto the ground beneath her.
As the last few drops of urine dripped down from her labia he kicked at her with his shoe. She overbalanced and fell down on her back, looking a little like a beached whale. He looked down at her as she sat on the pissy ground. “I don’t think there’s nearly enough mud yet.”
He grabbed a nearby hose pipe and aimed it at the ground. “Roll around. Mix it up nicely. Really wallow. I’ve already recorded you pissing, what else do you have to lose?”
The woman whimpered a little but rolled onto her tummy, squelching her tits into the mud he was creating as he squirted water into the pen.