Bred Wee, to Serve Ch. 02

Part II

The sacred behavioural modification altar

The altar stands about one foot high, a foot and a half wide and two feet long. The top forms an arch four inches higher in the middle where seven triangular rotating oak spindles span the width of the altar, about an inch and a quarter apart. Both ends of the altar are flat and smooth; only the slaves belly rests on the spindles. Each triangular spindle can be rotated with a knob; selecting one of three, three quarter-inch sides: one flat, one convex and one concave; or one of three more or less sharp vertexes; the sharpest being slightly blunted in order not to contaminate the altar with the blood of a subhuman.

For the benefit of Piglet the mistress asked for a volunteer from the herd to demonstrate the altar ritual required for offering ones body and character in the holy ritual. All nine pigs excitedly raised their hands. The mistress nodded at a slave next to Piglet. She also motioned for her to crawl in between her and the crop keeper to closely observe the ritual.

The selected girl crawled to the device and then kneeling with praying hands smiled sweetly at her mistress. A condescending nod commanded the chosen pig to rotate each `motivating element' until the mistress was satisfied. Each spindle was now set at the sharpest apex. The girl did not look at the settings but closed her eyes and gingerly draped her body over the altar. Her legs were stretched to the floor as far as she could, with the soles of her feet vertical and her arms straight out with her finger tips on the floor. Her head was craned up and turned toward the crop. Her beautiful shapely ass was now high and helplessly exposed to the mistress's will. Piglet watched her grimace as the sharp edges dug into her flesh. The mistress closed her eyes, praying silently and then slowly but deliberately reached by Piglet for the crop. The keeper moved closer, fitting the hanging crop into the palm of her hand. Then as everyone in the room held their breath, she pulled it out of its vaginal sheath. The tip was then presented to the victim's lips, letting her swallow and suckled on it. When it was withdrawn the victim looked the other way and waited her body tense and trembling. The mistress whacked her ass twice and then deliberately inserted the crop into its sheath, as the slave cried out "oynnnnnnk oynnnnnnk." She then rose, presenting her ass to the mistress, who smiled contently stroking the marks, then making her turn to display her striped belly. Smiling again she traced the marks with her fingers and then folded her hands closing her eyes for a moment and prayed.

"I have prayed for you swine, make your rounds." She walked to the farthest slave in the room and presented her ass with her hands in the praying mode, smiling back at her mistress. That slave wedged her praying hands in between her thighs and warmly kissed both cheeks sounding a loud oink with each kiss; she then turned to receive a kiss on her belly. Each of the remaining slaves except the crop keeper then repeated the ritual. Piglet was then ordered back to her original spot.

After Piglet had kissed her cheeks and belly the slave returned to her mistress who used a small pad to dab something on her face. She then crawled back and knelt next to Piglet again.

The mistress eyed Piglet. "I want you to look deeply in to the eyes of this sow, who has voluntarily felt pain for you." Piglet stared into a beautiful oval Latino's face with large almond eyes and full sensuous lips, smiling bravely through the teary streaks decorating her cheeks. They were reddish and she realized now, what the mistress had dabbed on the face was rouge, which dried the tears leaving red streaks. There was no anger or resentment in her face, only an expression of companionship and acceptance of the fate they both shared as slaves.

"You see how the sow smiles? She...volunteered to demonstrate, displaying her love for me and gladly accepted the pain for your benefit. How do you feel about your pain sow?"

"My pain and tears is the price I gladly pay to confirm my love for a mistress who prays on my behalf to correct my ways. My beloved mistress needed to demonstrate the mounting of the sacred altar to relish the holy crop; I was honoured to volunteer."

"You may both look at me. Now look around the room at my herd of sows one at the time piglet." She eyed each beautiful angelic face in turn as they returned her gaze and then returned it to the mistress.

"You see this entire herd of swine ... worship their mistress... as all sub-humans must! Only a sacred daily punishment regimen performed with love, affection and combined with prayers can encourage and maintain that devotion. There is regrettably no other way to amend the hereditary flaws of sub human swine."

Piglet was given the signal to crawl to the altar. She reassumed the praying position and waited for permission to adjust the spindles. When the mistress nodded she proceeded to turn each knob, clicking them one notch at the time while maintaining eye contact with her mistress, until she was satisfied. She then closed her eyes and draped her little body over the altar presenting her plumb ass as required. Unable to reach the floor with her hands or feet she felt the sharp edges work in to her belly while the mistress prayed. She watched the mistress's hand reach for the crop handle and slowly pull it out of the keeper's cunt. She suckled it eagerly tasting the keeper's juice on the leather. When the mistress removed it she turned her head away and waited. The middle blocks were fairly sharp while the other four seemed flat. The first lash found its mark on her flesh and she, cried "Oooouuuhs," loudly and instinctively jerked her arms and legs forcing the full weight of her body onto the painful motivating elements. She quickly resumed her position trying to minimize her weight on the altar.

"What did I hear a human sound? How dare you pig?" She corrected her mistake and cried, "Oink, Oieeenk." Then after a slight pause, she got two more one light and one very hard in quick succession.

"What did the sex farm teach you about pain, Swine?"

"If my owner's pleasure is to beat my flesh, then pain is my pleasure." Three more quick ones followed, then a small pause. Then one more and a long pause where she was made to wet the crop again. Finally two not very hard whacks landed with a short pause and then one last very painful lash. The mistress seemed to deliberately vary the timing and force of each stroke; confusing the victim's expectations thereby aggravating the suffering.

She oinked loudly; no longer feeling the pain in her stomach as the mistress reinserted the crop in its warm and wet human sheath. She was ordered up to display her ass while the mistress prayed. When she opened her eyes again she smiled contently surveying the now multi coloured fleshy bubbles, "How do you feel now... Pig?" She asked breathlessly, with a passionate erotic timbre in the voice, almost as if she had reached a sexual climaxed.

"Rewarded Mistress ... I'm so rewarded."

`But, you are crying and the...tears ... are pouring down your rosy cheeks." She was breathing deeply now, transported.

"Tears are the sweet, honeydew of life Mistress."

"Taste your tears!" She used her long tongue as instructed. "Tears are salty, are they not swine?"

"Ah Yes, my beloved mistress ...but it is also the sustenance of all life even for slaves and animals," she sobbed slowly/

"Slaves are inferior, sub humans!"

"Yes my mistress, inferior and much less useful than live-stock, yet we breathe and procreate; only of course when blindfolded and closely supervised by our human masters." The mistress smiled contently, pleased with the mindset of her piglet.

"Face me now," she turned as the mistress viewed the three vertical red stripes across her belly. "Ah, your alabaster stomach display stripes so well," emphasising the word `alabaster' strongly. "Doesn't it pig?" She reached with both hands and dug her fingernails into her breasts making her cringe, forcing her to her knees..

"Yes mistress I'm gratified that you are pleased." The fingernails dug in deeper holding them there as she smiled sweetly at her helpless victim.

"Oh I am pig, it gives me extreme pleasure to see those stripes and maybe next time we'll have seven."

She released her breasts and then pinched each nipple hard, pulling on them for a moment, smiling even sweeter. She leaned forward to ease the pain and then got a fierce stare. She cringed and slowly leaned back while her tormenters facial expression eased as her tits became even more pointed than they were. She tried to smile at her mistress as the pain increased until her nipples were suddenly released and the mistress slapped them hard twice; to one side and then the other.

She fell back a bit but quickly recovered and expanded her chest thrusting it forward while smiling obediently; presenting her tits for more of her mistress's sadistic pleasures. She received a muted yet triumphant smile in return; having apparently satisfied her mistress's need for total submission while eagerly volunteering for more pain. Her mistress then reached for her breasts gripping them lightly with her thumbs and fingers. Pig 10 leaned forward, pressing her painful flesh into the grip of her tormenter, while again smiling obediently. The grip then gradually became vicelike and increasingly painful as her hands twisted one way and then the other while she smiled icily. Suddenly she released her and slapping her tits several times.

"Get up and display your ass again pig," She rose quickly and presented her sore buttocks, "oh those striped protruding alabaster globes, umm I relish those pink hues turning red now, and...oh...that gives me such pleasure. You do... want to please me, don't you sow?" Her fingernails pinched her ass flesh in several places and then her soft inner thighs in about ten places before ordering her to kneel again.

"My mistress pleasure is truly my pleasure, nothing else matters in my life." She answered as she endures the pain of the pinching fingernails and then took up the praying position; doing her best to smile sweetly through her tears but despite the physical pain she truly meant every word from her heart. She passionately loved her mistress; there were no other emotion possible towards an owner in her makeup.

"But now, if you are a really good pig every day and make no punishable mistakes, I won't see those stripes on your alabaster skin or witness your honeydew tears. That would make me very sad."

"Oh my mistress," she sobbed, "only your happiness matters. The pain of receiving those stripes whenever you wish to see them and my tears is my life. I don't see why I would need making a mistake to mount the alter."

"Do you still believe that a slave can enjoy sex?"

"No mistress, I'm very sorry to have been such a fool, Thank you for teaching me the truth."

The mistress then prayed and ordered her to go the rounds. She was disappointed and frustrated as she presented her ass and belly to her sister slaves. The pain she could deal with; that was part of a natural law for slaves but there was no sex, no closure. She needed to serve someone sexually; there were no other purpose to her life. The tears kept flowing but no longer from pain; her heart was crying now. She had never been asked to do anything by an owner the drovers or auction house staff that didn't result in sexual fulfilment for them. She would cum many times during a sex act but the most powerful feeling would come when her owner was totally satisfied. A rush would then surge through her body from the gratification of knowing that her one and only reason to live had been fulfilled. She realized now how fortunate she had been with her first owner; no wonder she and the other sex slaves had loved serving him. She also thanked her own memory for the answers about receiving pain, drilled into her head for years at the sex farm. Answers she had never thought would be needed. She could feel the sympathy and solidarity from their wet lips kissing her burning cheeks and sore belly. She slowly completed her rounds and then returned to get her teary streaks dried with rouge before taking up her position. She noticed during her kisses that no other pig had nail marks on their breasts. So she assumed that she had suffered extra pain as part of a ritual initiation.

The sacred riding crop ritual

The crop by the mistress's command was a sacred icon to be revered; for the slaves it represented an instrument of unavoidable pain and suffering to be expressed with passionate conviction and pleasure. At no time during their waking hours were they even for one instance able to escape its intimidating presence. It completely dominated their lives to the point where eating and other necessary daily functions became mere distractions. The crop was nearly always in their field of vision during their waking hours and in their dreams at night

The tip of the riding crop was flexible and split in three pliable four-inch leather strips. Those ends had to be maintained in a moist warm cunt sheath when not in use. When removed it would strike the flesh a number of times and then be returned. It was displayed for the pigs during mealtimes, propped up on two supports at the edge of the mistress's dinner table.

At night it was placed horizontally in two hooks connected by an inverted tee to the bottom of a wood pole hanging from the ceiling. The pole was mounted in a pivot allowing it to turn on its own axis. A large vane was attached near the top with a return spring system; when catching a draft the pole would turn and then slowly return it with a creaking sound. At bed time the altar was placed under the crop and surrounded by seven large flickering candles, which burned all night. The candles were there to keep the crop warm but also gave it an ominous life of its own, as the shadows of the crop turning and creaking intermittently played on the walls and ceiling beams, reminding any slave not sleeping of the hopelessly tenuous tread separating her from an inevitable encounter. The question was not whether her flesh would have a painful incident with the crop but for most days, when and how often.

In the morning and after each meal the mistress rejuvenated the crop in a formal ritual. After praying, sitting in her chair she would hold the crop away and angled up slightly. Each pig would then kneel in turn with her hands in the praying position under the crop and suckle on the flexible tips. The mistress kindly raised or lowered the crop to fit the ends in their open mouths, Next they would shuffle over on their knees to one side, their hands still in the praying mode, where the keeper of the day was positioned lying down with her legs spread and knees pulled up. They would kiss and lick her cunt passionately, inserting as much saliva in it as possible. When all were done the keeper would stand and the mistress then inserted the business end of the crop in her vagina where it would stay until meals or bedtime, except when a pig presented her precious flesh on the altar to atone for a committed sin.

To be continued…