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Tennessee pig slave

Part 2

Tennessee PigSlave Update.

Flat on his back in the middle of the farmyard Aaron squinted into the sunlight as he gazed at his elder captors face in abject terror as Clement Ogle continued to press his size nine boot mercilessly into the piggyslaves distended and aching belly.  “Come on slave” Clement admonished…”get yerself flipped over and up on yer hands and knees like a proper little piggy”.  Using his booted foot to help roll Aaron over onto his hands and knees Clement began kicking his new slave in the ass to encourage him to start crawling faster and faster across the hard dirt ground of the farmyard.  Aarons knees were in agony from scraping against the multitude of small pebbles and roots not to mention his milky white ass-cheeks which now sported bright red welts in the exact pattern of Clements boot treads.  Relentless, the crusty old sadist herded Aaron across the yard towards a series of iron rings that had long ago been made permanent fixtures within the yard by long spikes driven two feet into the ground.  The man-sow was gripped and grappled by Clement and once again flipped over onto his back.  By this time Arnie had come down off of his climax and had joined his Dad looking down at the terrified sex slave.  Aaron now had one iron ring on either side of his waist, two above his head, which were widely spaced, and two more similarly positioned a few feet away from either of his ankles.  “Ok boy” Clement barked at his son…”help me get her strapped down.”

In short order, father and son had secured a broad leather strap that looked like a weightlifters belt across Aarons midsection and buckled to the iron rings beside his waist.  Effectively pinned to the ground, the pigboys captors then took one arm each and secured coarse leather cuffs around Aarons wrists.  Nylon ropes were then fed through the D-rings on the cuffs and each hillbilly used the iron rings like pulleys through which tension was applied to stretch their Wall Street Jew-slave out like they were setting up a tent.  Similar cuffs were then strapped to Aarons ankles before his legs were subjected to the exact same treatment as his arms…through the same two iron rings.  The broad leather belt across the pigs midsection pinned him to the ground while his Masters continued to use all of their strength to jack-knife his body such that it almost looked like it had been folded in half.  Clement and Arnie did not stop pulling and applying more tension until Aarons feet were close to his ears, his bulging abdomen was being excruciatingly crushed by the leather belt and the position he was in, and his recently raped and cum-filled cunt was turned upward and obscenely gaped waiting to be further abused by the elder sadist.

Aaron was in agony.  His hamstring muscles felt like they were going to tear in half from the position of stress they had been forced into, and the pressure on his slop-filled stomach was almost too much to bear.  His mouth was still corked by the enormous rubber ball gag, and he was struggling to breathe from physical predicament he had been forced to endure.  Clement had now taken up position between his sluts spread legs and had undone his fly to release his drooling cock in anticipation of once again breeding his sow.  Using only the residual bear fat still lining Aarons pussy as well as Arnies fresh load of cum as lube, Clement sunk his manhood into Aarons waiting cunt and rested his entire body weight on top of the slave which served only to increase the inhumane pressure that the position of bondage had already generated.  Clement grunted and rutted like he was fucking a two dollar whore and used his thick cock to tear up Aarons sluthole with abandon.  Sweating and moaning in the increasingly hot sun, the 60 year old worked his sow-whores fuckhole for 15 minutes before unloading a huge load of sperm to join that of his son in the now delirious slaves asshole.  Pumping the last few drops of mancream deep into Aarons immobilized frame Clement slowly got up, pulling out of the impregnated piggy hole with an audible gurgling sound as he stood up and carefully packed away his softening tool back into his jeans.  Completely ignoring that Aaron was even there he stepped over the slaves body to head towards the well to quench the thirst he had worked up from the mid-morning rape session, mopping his sweaty brow with a handkerchief as he did so.  Both father and son took a relaxing seat in the shade to relax and recuperate, while Aaron was left to continue to endure agonizing bondage with copious amounts of thick hillbilly cum running out of his cunt into the dusty ground.

Having nearly passed out from the heat, Aaron was only vaguely aware of the tension coming off of his ankles and his midsection, the pain from coming out of the position of stress being almost as bad as the pain had been from being forced into it.  The slave was snapped into reality by a gush of cold well water used by Arnie to douse the overheated slave, taking his breath away.  Father and son then worked quickly to secure the sows ankle ropes to the two iron rings that had so far not been used.  Once re-tied, Aaron was now stretched out like an “X” on the ground, spread- eagled and splayed out to await the next session of torture.  He would not have to wait long.  Arnie lumbered off towards the barn while Clement explained how things were going to play out.

“See the way I got it figured” Clement stated in a very matter of fact way…”theres no use in having a man-sow if you cant roast her a little bit while youre fattening her up.  After all, roasting a little piggyslut like you just seems like the natural thing to do dont it?”  Even if the huge ball gag had not been preventing Aaron from uttering a word in response, he had learned the lesson already that as far as his captor was concerned…pigs dont talk so he would not have offered any reply to the ridiculous rhetorical question.  “Since we got us a nice beautiful and cloudless sunny day, I figure that today would be as good as any for starting to darken up that milky white hide of yers piggy.  Since we got yer morning feeding and breeding out of the way nice and early, we can start to sizzle you up a bit now that its getting good and hot out.”  Arnie had re-appeared with the bucket of bear fat that had been used the previous day as lube for the initial ruining of Aarons pighole, and began to slather the slaves body with it using an old paint brush.  Every square inch of Aarons body was covered, with Clement egging his son on to pay special attention to the sluts full rounded belly.  “Now you just relax there and enjoy the sunshine piggy” Clement chided…”Arniell be back in a little while to give yer pale porkbelly a good basting with some more fat before we flip ya over to fry up the skin on yer back.  Maybe we should build ourselves a nice big spit hey Arnie” the father asked his son…”That way we could have ourselves a proper pig-roast by just turnin her round and round and round.”  Clement laughed hysterically at his own sadistic joke, before sauntering off and calling back to the helpless Aaron that he was really going to enjoy punishing some nice pink sunburned pig-flesh later that day…more laughter, as both father and son strolled back towards their house as they left their newly acquired human livestock to suffer, dehydrate, and crisp up in the sun.

An hour had passed since the hillbillies had disappeared into their cabin, and during that time Aaron had become almost delirious in the midday southern heat.  His entire body glistened in the sun, shiny and slicked up with animal fat that Arnie had painted all over him.  Even in the bright sunlight the pinkish hue of the pigsluts developing sunburn was evident.  Squinting into the sun Aaron became aware of a lumbering figure approaching, blocking out the sun as it moved closer and closer to the stretched out captive splayed out on the ground.  Arnie crouched down, and ran his calloused hand firmly over Aarons taut belly.  The scraping of the big dullards paw over Aarons tender flesh was excruciating, causing the slave to wince around the ball gag that was still secured into his mouth, and the giant hillbilly to laugh and snort with pleasure.  “Pa says yer supposed to get another hour of roasting just like this fore I turn you over to do your backside slut”.  Aaron would have screamed out loud in desperation if he had been able to do so…his hands had long ago gone numb from the stretching of his limbs, and his skin already felt like it was on fire never mind having to spend another hour staked out like this.  The futility of his situation fully sunk in as Arnie applied another thick coating of bear fat with the paintbrush before leaving the man-sow to suffer in the heat.

Had it not been for the steady flow of drool escaping from around the surface of the rubber ball stuffed into Aarons mouth, his lips would long ago have blistered in the heat.  It was easy to tell though that the imprisoned slut now had a significant sunburn all over his belly, chest, face and legs.  Heat stroke was beginning to set in, and the dehydrating effect of being stretched out in the sun for so long had weakened Aarons already depleted reserves.  The pigslave offered no resistance at all as his captors untied him, unceremoniously flipped him over, and re-tied him face down in the dirt.  The ball gag was finally unbuckled and pried out of his stretched out jaws, only to be replaced by a more diabolical device.  With Aaron prostrate and secured at all four points Clement grabbed a handful of his slaves hair and yanked the pigs head backward so that he was facing directly forward.  The pain was intense and seemed to somewhat awaken Aaron from his delirium.  Onto the dirt right in front of Aarons upturned face Arnie dropped a square wooden sheet, another one of his fathers sadistic carvings.  At the near end it had a smooth curved support to hold the sluts neck, and just in front of that was the truly cruel component that completed the home-made torture device.  It was a smooth polished perfectly carved cock…thick, and curved slightly back towards the neck rest.  Arnie used one of his meaty mitts to slather the wooden phallus with bear fat, before Clement muscled Aarons head back downwards, forcing the wooden cock into his mouth, and then painfully and unrelentingly into his throat.  Once fully seated it stretched the pigslaves gullet and made it difficult even to breathe.  Leather straps secured at the base of the wooden cock were then drawn upwards and buckled tightly behind Aarons head, making it impossible for him to free himself from the painful gag.  As Arnie basted the slaves back, ass, and legs with the bear fat, Clement twisted and worked a bulbous wooden plug into Aarons cunt, eliciting a muffled grunt from her impaled throat as he did so.  Once again strictly restrained, slathered in grease, and stuffed at both ends, the hillbillies sauntered off to leave their slave to finish roasting in the summer heat.  Two long hours drew out like slowly like a blade, with the man-sows body weight pressing his sunburned belly into the dusty pebbled ground such that each little stone felt like a hot poker biting into his flesh.  Another dousing with ice-cold well water signaled the end of Aarons roasting session, and once he was released from his bonds, being too weak to walk, Arnie slung the pig over his shoulder, carried him back to the bard, and secured him in his cage until they needed him for their sexual pleasure that evening.

Completely depleted and suffering from heat exhaustion, Aaron passed out and when he was awoken hours later it felt like he had only been asleep for mere minutes.  Ordered awake and to crawl out of his cage at his Masters feet he slowly obeyed as his will to resist had all but evaporated in the face of the never ending tortures that his hillbilly captors had devised to make him suffer.  Arnie scooped the slave up and spun his naked frame around so that they were belly to back.  Aarons sunburn had come out in full force, and his hide glowed bright pink with every nerve ending feeling like a live electric wire.  The giant hick applied a torturous full nelson, and Clement then produced a large pail that had been fitted with a spigot and a length of rubber garden hose.  The pail was hung from a bracket on one of the barns posts, and the rubber hose was forcefully shoved into Aarons mouth and down his throat.  “You better start swallowing pig…after yer day in the sun I imagine you must be hungry and we dont want you to get all weak and useless on us.  I got a nice bucket of yer pig slop here and yer gonna swallow every damn drop before we let you service our cocks tonight.”  Feeling like his shoulders would dislocate from the pressure Arnie was applying, Aaron struggled mightily to gulp down the putrid thick goop that Clement was making him eat.  Despite his best efforts, drippings of the slop gurgled up around the garden hose and down the man-sows chin and onto his chest.  Clement smiled as he marveled at how much this pathetic little man sounded like a real pig as he struggled to gulp down the thick high calorie mush that would plump him up into a truly fatted sow.

It took 10 full minutes of constant struggling and swallowing to ingest the full bucket of pig slop, after which Arnie dumped the slave onto the floor of the barn in a heap.  Watching his animal slave feed had gotten Clement all hot and bothered, and he decided that he needed to breed his slaves pussy right then and there.  Thrown roughly over a bale of hay, Aarons cunt that was still plugged by the enormous wooden plug was tantalizingly presented.  Clement actually licked his lips as he hauled out his dripping meat, and lined it up with Aarons gaping hole.  Impaling Aaron in one stroke, the hillbillys body weight and forward thrusts caused the pigs sunburned hide to scrape agonizingly against the coarse hay bale.  Grabbing handfuls of loose hay in each hand, Clement used it to scour and scrape Aarons crimson back, doubling the amount of pain and bringing up raised red welts.  The 60 year old rutted and grunted for 20 minutes before impregnating his sow once again, this time leaving his thickened cock deep inside of Aarons cunt while he took a long relaxing piss.  The slave could feel his belly expanding with the volume of his Masters pissload, the internal stretching from the pail of slop as well as this new volume of fluid increasing the agony.  After the elder sadist had pulled out, before more than a few drops of piss could escape from the swollen inflamed cuntlips the younger one crammed his enormous member into the warm wet and distended hole.  Once again sealed, the pain from the scraping of his body against the bristling bale of hay was even worse with Arnies bulky frame pounding away from behind.  Another 15 minutes of anal rape ensued, with the giant moron adding his copious amount of cum to the pigs already loaded cunt.  Just as his father had done, Arnie followed his seeding of the man-sows pussy by unleashing a torrent of hot piss from his oversized bladder.  Aaron moaned as the painful distention increased, making his pink pigbelly shine from the burn as well as the extreme tension.  Having watched the last part of his sons raping and filling of Aarons insides, Clement stood ready with the large wooden plug, shoving it into place once Arnie withdrew his softening tool.  Tightly sealed, and impossibly filled and stretched, Aaron was thrown onto the ground by Clement who had grabbed a mittful of his hair and forcefully yanked him backwards.  Both he and Arnie stared at the writing pigslave almost in disbelief.  Even they were amazed at how enormous and distended Aarons gut looked in the lantern light of the barn.  Reddened by the sun, stretched tight by a gallon of slop, nearly the same amount of hot piss, and two man-sized loads of semen, Aarons belly actually gave off its own glow.  Reaching down to rub and feel the pregnant belly of his livestock, Clement growled out a note of approval as he felt the warmth of the sun and his urine radiating off of the tight porkbelly.  “Nice” he murmured…”very nice.  This little sow if fattening up real nice boy” he said to Arnie…a few more weeks of training and well have a nice fat pig to fuck and stretch and treat like a full time cuntslave.  Livin in its own pigpen, reduced to nuthin but a mindless animal that needs to be fed and to be impregnated several times a day in order to satisfy its cravings.  Fer now son just roll that bitch back into her cage and leave her there fer the night.  She needs to digest her dinner and stew up that nice piss and cum brew we done hosed into her belly fore we add it to her morning meal.”

Clement exited the barn with a piece of straw being lazily chewed between his yellowed teeth, adjusting his dangling mancock within his jeans as he walked.  Arnie used his big booted feet to push and roll the moaning pigslave back into the cage before lashing it securely closed.  Blowing out the lantern, the last sound Arnie could hear as he closed and locked the barn door was Aarons whimpers of agony and pleas for mercy.  There would of course, be none to be had in the imprisoned Jew-slaves future as Clement and Arnies captive pigslave.



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