He put the empty container on the ground. “Now pick them back up again.”
She shook her head in slight disbelief. Her tits were still throbbing in agony. The last thing she wanted to do was to give him the option to clip her back up again. Yet the thought of her tits being never-endingly tormented by the man just made her squirm. She panted for several more seconds, still getting her breath back from his vicious belting.
He fixed her with a stare. “Now, pig.”
She hastily fell forward, her tits making an impressive sound as they slurped into the mud. She snuffled her head forward and almost immediately felt one of the hard metallic objects against her nose. She moved her face cautiously forward and tried to delicately pull it out with her lips.
He watched her, shaking his head impatiently. “Quicker – or do you want me to put another clip on your tongue?”
Pamela shook her head and quickly pressed her face into the muddy puddle once more. She found another and dropped it into the container, spitting out the mud that had got into her mouth as she did.
He didn’t seem to mind whether she spat out or swallowed the mud – neither was the behavior of a lady and so both were clearly appropriate for a wanton piggy such as herself.
She continued to search the pissy mud with her nose, picking up each deceptively innocent-looking clip and dropping it into the container with a clatter while the man looked on.
She snuffled her head through the puddle one last time, and then looked up at him, hopeful she had found the last.
Her eyes widened in excitement as she saw he had freed his cock from his clothing. She shuffled forward on her knees, her mouth open in readiness, teetering slightly with her hands still locked behind her back.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her down his cock roughly, mud and musk mingling in her mouth. She gagged slightly but he didn’t stop, ramming his cock deep inside until it was uncomfortable lodged in her throat.
He held her there for several seconds, letting her thick saliva build up before pulling back and impaling her again.
She was barely getting enough air as she gasped around his cock, so when he paused she thought he was giving her a much needed breather. Instead he picked up a binder clip and pulled up her mask to clamp it over her nose. He then let the mask drop back into position.
She squealed into his cock as it pinched her painfully, hyperventilating a little as her body panicked at her increasing lack of oxygen. But he didn’t look concerned at all as he grabbed her dirty, matted and disheveled hair and pushed her back down his cock.
She began to heave, her excess saliva threatening to choke her. He pushed her through it, roughly claiming her throat as helpless tears dribbled down her cheeks, tracing clean lines over her otherwise dirty piggy body.
He continued to slam his cock down her throat, using her without care to how she felt or whether she could breathe. His firm movements jiggled her body and made her feel even more like nothing but a filthy animal. She had never felt more alive.
She managed a gasped breath around his cock as he pulled out. But as he held his cock aloft her face fell in disappointment – he hadn’t cum. She felt like she had failed. She pushed her face forward, eager to try again, but instead he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.
To her confusion, he helped her mount the lowish fence of the pen. Getting her leg over it was perhaps her most ungainly position of the night so far.