. his greed for more and more subjugation and the punishing schedule he had subjected me to meant I was physically and mentally exhausted….
therefore physically incapable of carrying out his wishes. My mind’s self preservation instinct had kicked in and cancelled out some of his hypnotic power over me. Whilst Jay became more and more angry with me for making no effort to do his bidding, a sudden crash distracted him. Steve, the American technician who had spoken out earlier had dropped (deliberately?) one of the large light screen reflectors.
While Jay turned his attentions on Steve calling him all the names under the Sun, Michael came over to me and asked if I was ok. By now, I was sobbing hysterically as the feelings of shame and revulsion which had been excluded from my thoughts under hypnosis now hit me hard. Michael took off his bomber jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders telling me to wait, he would be back for me. Jay had moved on from Steve and was yelling at one of the admin team to bring out another screen. This gave Steve and Michael the opportunity to hatch a quick and simple plan.
If I could be coaxed and encouraged to take on this next boar, they would ensure it would be my last. Michael explained what they intended to do and, with a superhuman effort on my part I agreed. He stood close by as Jay returned and started to say “Porkpie!” followed by a pause and then “Porkpie!” Michael wondered at first what this could mean.
…then realised this was the keyword to bring me under Jay’s control. He said nothing, but Michael was already looking beyond what was in store for Jay.
The next half hour was pure hell for me as I was sired for the fourth and final time. At the end of it all, I was finally led to a shower where I was about to scrub away the muck and filth. Michael, poked his head round the door as I was about to step into the shower. “These yours?” he smiled as he held up the knickers I had worn to the farm.
“Yes,” I replied “but I’ve got clean ones in my bag.” “I’ll return them later.” he said and rejoined Steve. Michael had asked one member of the crew who regularly supplied drugs for Jay and the others, if he had any rohypnol. The guy gladly obliged with a couple of capsules which Michael added to a large hip flask of brandy belonging to Steve.
They wandered over to Jay and Steve poured a generous measure into a plastic cup. Jay looked over, “I could do with a bloody drink after all this work!” he said. “Take it!” said Steve, “I’m driving so I shouldn’t have any more.
” “Thanks .” said Jay knocking it back in one. “Any more left?” “Sure.” replied Steve “How about you Michael?
” he said as he poured another generous slug of the drugged brandy. “No thanks, I’m driving too.” Michael replied and gave a satisfied nod in Jay’s direction as the evil old man knocked back his drink. The other crew members had now left the building and Steve and Michael were lingering waiting for the drug to take effect. Jay was already mumbling incoherantly and unable to stand when I finally plucked up the courage to leave the shower room, now fully dressed in clean, warm clothing.
I looked across the building and watched as Jay was grabbed from behind and stripped naked by Steve and Michael. In fascination I went over to them and watched as they dumped him face down on the low bench which had been used earlier. They moved his scrawny legs into the kneeling position and then Michael took my soiled knickers from his pocket and wiped them between Jay’s arsecheeks. The boar in the adjoining pen was already on his feet, pacing his pen eager to mate again! “Would you like to have the honour?
” asked Steve as he moved to the latch which opened the gate between boar and man…..
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.A few minutes later we had left the farm and Steve headed home to his partner in Enschede. Michael had helped me to his car ,but before he set off asked me “Was ‘porkpie’ Jay’s keyword for bringing you under control?” “Yes!” I replied meekly “and I’m so ashamed of all he has made me do!
” “Don’t worry anymore.” said Michael quietly then suddenly he said “Pork!” At once, my feelings of shame and degradation were lifted, I could recall and enjoy everything which had taken place with no qualms at all! Many years later, I asked Michael how he knew which was the word to help me through the trauma without me feeling bad. He told me it was an inspired guess.
..so long has he doesn’t try “Porkpie!” on me..
.would the keyword still work? I wonder…
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I caught myself getting worked up