The Pig Comes Out to Play

I whimper and squeak as He clamps each one on, getting closer to my cunt. I start to scream when I feel them clamp around my pussy lips.

"See how wet you are? Admit that you like it." I oink. "Good pig."

It feels like He must have clamped on at least 20. I can't think about what it's going to feel like when He pulls them off, and in this moment, I'm happy I'm blindfolded. I now have no choice but to stay still, because every time I move my leg even a millimeter, I feel them clamp harder. It kills me.

"You look kinda pretty with all these pins on your cunt pig. Your fuck meat is all tender now."

I whimper and can't believe this is happening. I feel Him run His hands along the pins.. I scream and move but it only makes it worse. I have to stay still. He tugs lightly on the string, and my breathing becomes more and more intense. I'm more scared now than I have been yet. He pulls the string slowly, and one of the pins on my thighs flicks off. I cry out and yell "FUCK!" only to receive another slap across the face. This hit is so hard that the blindfold comes off. I start grunting and squealing in pain, knowing that I am a piglet and piglets don't say fuck.

"Just for that, the first ones are coming off slow." He slowly starts to pull them off, and the pain is more than I can bear. I scream and move around, but not too much. I feel the skin beneath the pins tighten and pull as he rips them off. It's terrible and my cunt is so wet.. hope that the wetness makes it easier. I am enduring this and secretly, I'm loving it.

After pulling off a few more slowly, I can see now that the majority of them are still on. Daddy bends over and puts His hand around my neck, and pushed down hard, choking me. In His other hand are the strings. He looks at me as asks "Are you ready for this pig?" I oink loudly and know that I am.

Both of the zippers come off in one fell swoop. I scream louder than I probably ever have, and feel everything throb. I know now that this is the worst pain I've ever felt.

"You took that well pig. But don't think I'm done with you. I know you're hurting, but get down on the floor right this instant."

I'm crying and feel like I need to rest, but He doesn't let me.

I throw myself down, and feel the lingering pain in between my legs almost incapacitate me. I crawl to His feet and await His next order.

"I know that today has been a lot for you pig. But I also know that somewhere in that porky brain of yours, you want more. I'm going to make you beg for it, no matter how much pain you're in. You're going to beg me properly, or else you're going to get beaten again."

I look up at Him and oink and push my head into His cock, trying to communicate just how much I want Him to take me further. I hope that the look on my face says it all. He has drawn these feeling out of me. Making me face them, express them, own them, making them mine. And His.

"Good girl. Now get up. Go put yourself in the bathtub. Be on your knees when I get there."

I manage to pull myself up, although I'm not sure how I do it. Everything hurts so bad. I see myself in the mirror and notice the makeup smeared all over my face, trails of black running down my cheeks. My doll lips are gone; my cheeks are red from when I've been slapped. My hair is a mess, and my pig nose is twisted. I clean up my face and get in the bathtub on my knees, waiting for Him to come.

When He walks in, I feel myself grow nervous and begin to shake. I know that this time around I can't talk, because I don't know that I can take another beating as bad as the one before. If this is what training is, then it's working and showing me how to be right. He steps in the tub in front of me, and I know what's coming... I can't wait.

"I know you want this dick. But the thing is.. I'm only going to give this to you if you show me again how much you want it. You're allowed to fight for it now."

He places both of His hands on my shoulders, and has a firm hold on me. I try to reach forward with my head, but He is stronger than I, and I'm already weak from the pain. I reach my hands forward, but I can't get to Him. The desire makes me angry, and I hate not being able to take it in my mouth. After a struggle, He uncuffs me and positions Himself to fuck my throat. I brace myself against the base of the tub, and He thrusts the full length of His cock into my throat. He tilts my head in such a way to get it all the way down, and it isn't long before I can't breathe. He fucks my face over and over again, stopping only to make me lick His balls. He slaps my face over and over, and holds me by the back of my hair as He thrusts into me. After the deepest thrust, I vomit on His cock, and it gets all over me. I've never felt so filthy in my life. I'm covered in my own vomit, choking and barely breathing, and the only thing on my mind is "more."

"You're a fat disgusting pig that needs this." I snort and hope that He sees that I still want more. My animal self is not done serving Him.

I'm still covered in vomit, and crying now... wondering what He'll do next. He pulls my head off of Him and gets out of the bathtub. I'm shocked at this.. and wanting to go after Him, knowing that I can't.

"Stay there, and again, don't fucking move. Keep your mouth open. Don't even think about cleaning that filth off of you slut. You're a nasty pig whore and you will wallow in that shit."

He left me in the bathroom and closed the door. I can't believe it. I cry and don't know what to do, since I can't move. Everything hurts, and I'm so fucking disgusting right now that I can't take it. After about 5 minutes, which seems like much longer, He comes back in. He doesn't say a word, and instead walks over to the edge of the tub and starts pissing. It gets all over me. My mouth, my face, my hair, my body. I look at Him as He does it, wondering what I've done to deserve such treatment. After He's finished, He turns and walks away again. I'm surprised He didn't make me drink it.

When He comes back in this time, He just sits on the toilet and watches me. I oink, sitting there in filth and not moving. I don't know how to describe the look on His face other than digust.

"Look at how fucking nasty you are. Is this what you like? To be treated like a piece of shit? Because that's what you are. I have no respect for whores like you. You're lucky I even give you my time. You're a stupid fucking animal with a one-track filthy mind. You're lucky I don't make you lick the rest of that off the floor of the tub. I should make your eat that chuck or drown in it."

I start to cry. His words hurt me worse than His blows.

"Now clean yourself well, and get back in this room as soon as you're finished."

I have trouble getting up, but when I do, I'm happy to have the time to make myself presentable again. I clean myself off, get dry, and walk back into my room. I see Him standing and waiting for me, and I drop to my knees. I crawl over, trying to be cute, and oink at Him.

"I didn't tell you to get down there. Now stand the fuck back up you dumb bitch."

I stand, feeling stupid. I can't do anything right. He puts His hands on my shoulders and strokes them, then turns me around and looks at the marks He's made. I'm thinking now that I'll get to rest, and that hopefully I've pleased Him. Instead, He pushes me so hard I fall almost flat on my face.

I try to get up, only to find that there is a foot on my chest, holding me down.

"I bet you're real proud of yourself for enduring all that pain aren't you piggy."

I don't know what to do, and I just look up at Him, shocked and scared shitless of what's next.

"Well, I don't know.. I think you can be a pretty cute little piglet sometimes, but I think you know deep down how much pain you want. Your problem is you won't admit it. I love how you just fight and cry and try to convince Me of your innocence. It's complete bullshit, and I won't have that anymore."

I'm surprised at this, thinking that I've been trying my hardest to show Daddy how much I want and can take.. but I guess I'm not good enough.

He grabs His cane and starts hitting me again. The lightest hits hurt so bad that I almost want to grab it from Him.

"I'm giving you permission to talk now slut. You're going to tell me what you are over and over again until I believe you. If I don't believe you, I'm just going to have to fuck you up a little bit more. I know how hard this is for you, but I don't really care that much. I could do this shit all day and night. Now tell me what you are."

As He starts to hit me harder, I say "I'm a fat piggy whore who loves to be degraded."

"Well no shit. Big woop. Yay, she admitted it." He laughs at me. I so desperately want to say "Fuck you," but I hold it in.

I can't believe He's laughing at me. This alone makes me want to cry. I say, "I'm a fat, disgusting and filthy slut who can't get enough dick and wants it all day and night. All I think about is cock and how much of a hungry whore I am. I'm a nasty pig who will do anything to get dick."

"That's better.. Although I'm not quite sure I believe you just yet. Tell me what else you like."

"I like pain Daddy and I will do anything to get it. I will sit in my own filth for hours if it means I can suck your cock."

"That's right girl. You really are fucking gross. I mean, you're by far the nastiest slut I know. We do bad things to nasty sluts in this house."

He started kicking me, hard. I couldn't believe how hard He kicked me. I tried to get away from Him, only to be pushed back down and caned again everywhere. I got hit on my arms, my legs, my porky stomach, ass, back, everywhere. I screamed and cried and couldn't escape it.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth. You're not good enough to watch me while I cum. You can play with yourself if you'd like." I hated closing my eyes, but I came within a minute of touching my clit. I thought about taking peeks at Him, but I didn't dare. When I came I thought I wasn't going to stop, and it wasn't long before I was covered in cum myself. He didn't let me eat it up the way I like to. Instead, He threw more water on me. I opened my eyes and screamed as the cum that was all over me was washed away.

"You're a fat bitch. You make me sick by how filthy you are. Aww poor baby didn't get to eat any cum? Well too fucking bad."

He kicked me again. He hit my face again. He went balls out crazy on me, and I cried as He said even more terrible things.

I looked up at Him, my eyes filled with tears, only to hear the last of what He would say today.

"You're the nastiest piece of shit pig I've ever come across, and I'm fucking done with you."

He picked up a towel, threw it on top of me, and left. Gone for good, offering nothing to help me other than a dirty towel.

The tears come harder now.

There is no lower place to be reached. This is me, no longer human. I've found the place I was looking for, with my face to the floor and the tears splashing down my cheeks; pounding my fists against the ground beneath me in anguished defeat as I think of every word and remark that cut completely through my ego. I'm next to nothing now.

I can't stop the tears, which have now turned into heavy sobs of acceptance. Accepting that this is what I am, and this is what I love. He knew what He was doing by leaving me alone, to cherish this moment with myself. I feel perfect and complete, ready for anything.

Then He appears, back in my room, the one who has raped this unmistakable yearning from me, there to bring me back to life. He comes over to me and sits down next to me, and puts His arms around me. I fall into His chest.

He strokes my hair, and lift up my chin. I manage to let my eyes meet His, and smile. "You did so well today, my beautiful little girl."