“I pay your f*****g wages, I’ll decide when we should stop!! Take ten minutes then the show goes on!” he ranted. One of the English film technicians turned to his American colleague, “One more take Steve, then I’m out of here I’ll not be party to any more of this poor lass’s suffering.
” “Me too, this bastard goes way too far.” ….
.. and from that point onwards, Jay and his career was heading nowhere, but down. Following a short break, during which I was given a couple of large brandies I was given further instructions by Jay and made my way to pen #3. During the break from filming, I wasn’t allowed to wash or make any attempt to clean myself up.
When I asked to go to the toilet, Jay told me first of all to squat, then decided it would be more amusing and appropriate if I was to climb into an empty pen, drop to my hands and knees and pee like the “sow” I had become. Were it not for the power of hynosis, I would have punched his f*****g lights out. “Make sure you catch this on film too!” Jay called to one of the cameramen. “Maybe we can use it later.
” Sure enough, the camera whirred as this very private and personal act was recorded. I felt no shame, no degradation…nothing.
…..
I wasn’t responsible for what I was being told to do ….Jay was.
The only saving grace was that at least he had programmed me to be aware for the whole time and as far as the sex concerned…to enjoy. This I was certainly able to do.
I sat in an old chair whilst cameras and lighting was moved towards pen #3 with the stench of urine and semen permeating my whole being. The colour of my garterbelt was almost lost beneath the saturation of sperm, piss and sweat and my hair was matted and sticky with white jism. Where it was still wet it glistened, where I had run my hands through to wipe some of the stinking mess away, it had congealed.. looking as if I had used hair gel .
My nylons were almost in shreds and the backs of my legs, my back and my shoulders had vivid red scratchmarks from the boar’s hooves and coarse hair. Straw had worked its way between my legs and the sharp ends of one or two pieces had pierced my skin. The acidity of the boar piss stung these exposed areas adding to my discomfort. As the cameras rolled again I climbed over the pen to meet my lover #3. I ached and my slit was raw and swollen from the punishing treatment it had been receiving although the alcohol was numbing some of my discomfort.
My belly too was swollen from the massive influx of perm and rolled and jiggled more than usual. Jay once again, whispered his words of encouragement and threw the switch to rekindle my desire. The alcohol must have helped, for I met this encounter with the same enthusiasm as the previous ones. Things were rather more dangerous during this particular session as I had been ordered to receive this boar in the missionary position. A low narrow bench had been provided and I was ordered to lay back with my bum partially hanging over one end.
The boar was led in to the pen and once he had tasted me and knew I was ready to be mounted, climbed aboard. Now my stomach was getting chafed as the rough hair of my lovers belly edged over me. His belly now pressed tightly over mine, my large fleshy breasts were squashed against his male teats and I was just inches below his massive slobbering head. A trail of drool, saliva and slimy froth had been left from the vee of my crotch over my belly, titties and face as the boar had mounted me. My legs were braced against the straw covered floor and I could see nothing except the underside of his massive neck and head.
At least on my hands and knees I had been able to watch until I was finally entered. Mark had been instructed to control entry very very carefully as this particular boar’s penis was longer than his two predecessors by some five inches. The others had been only eight or nine inches long which meant an average size woman could accommodate them with little or no discomfort. Mark took hold of the long penis as it sprung forward seeking the heat of my wet slit and guided it skilfully between my vaginal lips. The heat from my wet slit compelled my porcine lover to thrust forwards and for me to sigh in blessed relief at the pleasure his hot thin penis gave as it pushed deep inside me.
This time I had been instructed to “see” Mark and give him instructions as to how much boar cock I was able to take inside me. I had almost forgotten, lost as I was in the throes of enjoyment I was receiving from this animal until I felt a sharp pain deep within me. “Enough he’s going too deep!!” I called to Mark “Oh my god NO!
! He’s hurting me Mark pull him BACK!! DO SOMETHING!!
” Mark reacted swiftly and grabbed the pulsating cock in two hands between my cuntlips and the boars pouch. The boar never missed a beat and continued to shag me, but his cock was now passing through the middle of Mark’s two clenched fists before entering me. I relaxed then and began to enjoy the boar’s ministrations although I was unable to “come”…
the intensity caused too much pain and subconsciously I was backing off from the ultimate pleasure point. Ten minutes later, he was depositing a second load of sperm inside me. This time when he dismounted, Mark moved between my legs and pressed his lips to my slit. He then expertly licked under my clitoris with gentle flicks of his tongue and, as I moaned and responded he pushed his fingers deep inside me. This punctured the jelly “plug” and released more sperm and jelly which trickled back down my vagina and the valley between my buttocks.
Using his tongue, Mark pressed the slimy mixture against the creased skin of my sphincter. The lubricating qualities of this slippery mix had not been lost on Mark and he stood up, then pressed his massive black cock against my tight little anus. He eased forwards, watching as the head of his cock penetrated my back passage until the muscles of my anus closed just below the bell end. I groaned, but this was in pleasure..
.Mark had found the one spot which I could enjoy without my over sensitised nerve endings causing me pain. “YEEESSS!!!
OH YYEEESSSS!! my darling NOW!!!
! deeeper ….
I want you to f**k my arse!!” Mark had no need to push deeper, my upthrust bottom pushed against his rigid cock until I could feel his balls against my hairy mons. The two of us went at it like demented animals. Mark had already risen to the occasion twice before.
.. could he continue through for a third time? The answer was a definite yes! It took him a little longer and there was less semen to show for it, but the little man never let me down and was soon shooting his sperm deep inside my arse.
The spreading warmth of his jism brought me to a beautiful, but less intensive orgasm and I found myself reaching up to kiss and hold this wonderfully skilled lover in my arms as my orgasm finally subsided. Even more tired and haggard I was given no respite as I was led to what was to be the final pen. This time when Jay spoke to me there was no “trigger” in my mind…
I caught myself getting worked up