Amanda, the pig catcher

WARNING: This story is for adults only. If you are a minor, go elsewhere now.
This is an extreme story, involving S&M, bestiality and snuff. So if you don’t like these subject, go elsewhere.

Amanda, the pig catcher
Ideas and plot by The Duchess of Hell, words by 2NN

Amanda watched the pathetic, little creep moving about, no clue as to what she had planned for him. Had Justin, the object of her contempt, been even remotely aware of what she had planned for him, he would have pissed his pant before fleeing, screaming for his Mommy.

At 5’2” Amanda wasn’t exactly imposing, yet there was a definite air of authority about her. She had blondish brown, slightly wavy hair and a beautiful well rounded face, a petite nose and green eyes that seemed to sparkle with impish delight. A slender athletic body, breasts neither too small nor too large, and legs that clearly spoke of many hours playing soccer, Amanda turned heads everywhere. She was aware that a pretty blond girl was checking her out shyly and marked the little lesbian out for closer inspection some other time. Who knew, she might be good for business.
It wasn’t only Amanda that the pretty blonde was checking out, but also the girl standing next to her, her attention also focused on the soon to be very sorry Justin. Christina was in some ways a polar opposite of Amanda. She was four inches taller than Amanda was and so brown-haired that it would have appeared black, had it not been colored jet-black. With a light complexion and dark eyes, she had a definite Goth-look about and her make-up only reinforced this natural Goth-chick look. Her body, while not as athletic as Amanda’s, was nevertheless slender and very attractive with large, full breasts.

And the pretty blond girl wasn’t the only one checking out the two girls. Most of the males walking by, teachers as well as students, had trouble speaking when they looked at them, presumably from lack of blood to the brain. The reason for this was not only that they were very good-looking. Amanda and Christina had dressed especially for this occasion, for getting Justin trapped in their net. They had dressed as completely perverted little schoolgirls, with ultra-short, reddish plaid skirts, their panties showing if they bent over even slightly. Both wore white socks going all the way up to their knees and had clunky, black shoes on their feet. While Amanda wore a white net-blouse accentuating her lithe and athletic body, effectively see-through so that her black bra was clearly visible and furthermore exposing her flat belly, Christina wore a white shirt, tied off just below her breasts and thus pushing them up nicely while exposing her midriff at the same time. As was the case with Amanda, Christina’s black bra was also clearly visible.
The schoolgirl-look fooled no one; here were two very sexy chicks, clear looking for trouble, whichever shape it might come in. Already their schoolgirl outfits had so very nearly ruined their first class, as Professor Atherton, the forty-something woman holding the lecture, had been not only distracted by their look, stammering and fumbling while she incessantly cast them ill-hidden peeks, but had also been visibly aroused, her nipples pressing so hard against her blue shirt that even the ones sitting at the back of the classroom could hardly miss them. A wicked little glance passed between the girls as they noted Professor Atherton for future attention.

For now, however, their attention was focused on Justin, although he hadn’t found out yet. Oblivious to Amanda and Christina bearing down on him, he fumbled with his bag. Amanda thought that he really wasn’t a bad-looking guy at 5’ 8” with brown hair and green eyes and a slender body. If only he hadn’t been such an utter jerk, a pathetic, little looser.
When he finally noticed them they were standing less than three feet away from him. For Justin everything stopped as the two sexy bitches pressed their advantage without even trying to. He was unable to even come up with a reply to their sweetly delivered chorus of “Hi Justin” and had to settle for a stupid mumble that was supposed to sound like “hello”.
Justin had had a crush on Amanda for ages, but he was much too shy to approach her. Besides, she had never seemed to notice him before. Now she stood less than an arms length away from him, smiling sweetly at him and looking at him in such a way that his pants instantly became much, much too small. He was aware that her sexy friend Christina was also there and that she was dressed just as eye-poppingly sexily as Amanda, but for him Amanda was the main attraction. He noticed that she looked down at his crotch and noticed his boner and he began to blush. Her eyes lingered briefly on his erection trying in vain to fight its way out of his trousers, before looking up and pinning him with her green eyes. Her smile was still sweet, but hardly innocent as she put her hands on his arm and spoke: “Justin,” she said in low, husky voice, “I’m having a party in a couple of weeks and I’d just love it if you could come.” She handed him a small envelope and continued: “I really hope you’ll be there.” Her message delivered, she let her hands wander idly down his chest, over his belly until it reached his stiff cock. With her index finger she traced tiny circles on its tip while she looked him straight in the eye, not caring one bit that everyone else around was staring at this openly sexual display. Her finger kept doing tiny circles on his by now throbbing cock for another thirty seconds, during which Justin was unable to even breathe. Then suddenly she withdrew her hand, turned around and left. Her perfect, tight ass swayed seductively as she walked away, her legs exposed to her infinite advantage. When she was about ten steps away, she looked back over her shoulder and blew him a kiss. Then she and Christina disappeared around a corner and Justin was able to breathe again.

He was dimly aware that one of his friends was slapping his shoulder, congratulating him on his little encounter with the two super-sexy schoolgirls. As he stood clutching the envelope containing the invitation, two things were clear to him. One: Nothing was going to stand in the way of him attending Amanda’s party and two: he had to get off right now. He had never in his entire life been so aroused. Stammering something to his mate, he walked rather quickly towards the toilets where he masturbated frantically to the image of Amanda in her see-through net blouse and it was only afterwards that he felt the burning shame of having a libido that was so out of control.

Meanwhile Amanda and Christina were laughing their heads off. Not only at the creep’s paralyzed appearance when they had handed him the envelope, but also at his hasty retreat to the toilets. After turning the corner they had waited for ten seconds and then popped their heads back around it, seeing Justin’s back moving quickly towards the toilets and emerging only five minutes later, looking both very guilty and much more relaxed.

When they had finished laughing, they went off to their next class, still snickering. In the hallway they passed the pretty little blonde who had been so taken with them. Once again she could hardly take her eyes off them. Amanda noticed her but she was focused on Justin and so was more inclined to just get going. Christina, however, was always looking for fresh opportunities and looked at Amanda and asked: “Got any more invitations?” Realizing the potential of the little blonde, Amanda chuckled a little as she found another envelope: “Always looking for fresh meat, eh?” To this Christina smiled broadly and turned around. She caught up with the girl in the empty hallway and in a matter of seconds she had invited her and left her just as confused and just as aroused as Justin had been. When they last saw her, she was pressing her invitation to her chest, thus exposing a pair of very erect nipples pressing against her T-shirt as she gazed after Christina with a hopelessly infatuated look. With a knowing little smile Amanda heard how Christina had let her hand trace down over the girls shoulder to her breast, briefly cupping one tit before she left her.

Amanda and Christina were not your average sexually provocative college students. No, the girls had found a way to finance their studies while at the same time catering to their special sexual appetites. As both girls were fiercely dominant, selling slaves was a perfect job for them. Training and torturing the poor slaves was of course the best part, but capturing them was also great fun and they were always on the lookout for fresh meat. Already a number of students had “dropped out” after an encounter with the two innocent looking mistresses. Whether it was boys or girls didn’t really matter to them; domination and brutal torture were their special turn-ons. And Amanda was sure that at least Christina would be engaging in some domination later that day as she told Amanda that she had invited the blonde to her room that afternoon. Whether she wanted it or not, the blonde was headed for trouble.

As was Justin. He had been casting her infatuated little looks for ages now and it pissed Amanda off; it triggered her dominant gene something awful. For the past month or so she had been planning his demise and now everything was ready. He just had to turn up at her party. If he did that it would take a miracle to save his pathetic slave-ass.

A little over two weeks later Amanda was making the final preparations for the party. All the physical things such as music and drinks were ready, and all that remained was her outfit. For the evening she had chosen a very nice, tiny little black number. Made from thin black fabric with a few silver threads woven into it, the dress certainly didn’t reach mid-thigh. Thin spaghetti straps went over her shoulders, holding it up and a strategically placed fold provided the cleavage, showing off her breasts very nicely. On her feet she had classic, shiny black stilettos, five inches high. With her hair set in a loose pile on top of her head, Amanda looked devastatingly sexy even to herself. Not for the first time that evening, she felt an anticipatory tingle behind her truly miniscule black G-string. Justin was going to get the first in a string of surprises that could all qualify as the worst of his life and Amanda was so looking forward to taking that little shit a peg or two down. Although almost everyone else saw Justin as a sweet and harmless boy, this harmlessness triggered Amanda in the worst way.

Closing the door behind her, she met with Christina in the hallway. Christina looked just as sexy, but a more assertive and dominant way. Christina had gone for a classic leather look. On her feet were black, leather boots reaching up to just below her knee. Her ass was held in a tiny and very tight black leather skirt, complementing perfectly the simple black leather jacket she wore over a strapless black top, shoving off her breasts to her definite advantage. The black leather reinforced her sexy Goth-chick look and Amanda thought she looked exceptionally dominant this evening, a sadistic sparkle in her dark eyes.
The girls kissed each other as a greeting, none of them paying any attention to the figure behind Christina. It was the pretty, shy blonde that had spotted them in the hallway as they had invited Justin to the party. That very evening Christina had taken possession of the bitch, breaking her completely only two days later. The former star student had now dropped out and now all her energy and devotion went into pleasing Mistress Christina. She was dressed in very provocative red dress, clinging to her body and barely covering tits and her red G-string. On her feet were red five-inch stilettos and she looked just like the whore Christina had made her into for the evening. Although Michelle, as her name was, was a lesbian and had never had a relationship with a boy, Christina had ordered that this evening she was to dance with as many guys as she could and do it as closely and provocatively as possible. She also had to blow at least three guys during the course of the night, otherwise she would be punished. Although Christina didn’t even acknowledge her presence, she looked at her Mistress with adoration and love, both things that had been forced on her. Amanda glanced at her and remembered the broken and crying bitch, lying bound and gagged in a corner of Christina’s room as she had visited her a week ago.
Michelle, who had been forced to love and obey Christina, fully expected to be kept as a slave in her Mistress room for a long time, and her broken mind loved the prospect and so she would do her best to obey Mistress Christina’s orders and suck as much cock as possible tonight, even if the very thought made her stomach turn. Amanda looked at the groveling slave-bitch and laughed inwardly. What Michelle didn’t know, was that her sorry ass had already been sold. Christina had sold her to a distinguished lady in her forties, who wanted a fresh college girl. Her former slave had been worn out after only six months, the woman said matter-of-factly. She had calmly, one dominant to another, explained how she had had to strangle the silly bitch. After a longish torture session the silly girl had simply been unable to stop screaming, her tiny mind broken by the abuse. This was where Michelle was headed, not to Christina’s bedroom.

With a dismissive wave Christina sent Michelle off to complete her assignment and then turned to Amanda with a smile: “Shall we?” Beaming back at her Amanda replied: “Indeed. Let’s get some pork.” And with that they went off to join the fun.

As Amanda had expected the party was a huge success. With no other parties that weekend, no athletic events away from campus and a bunch of party-starved students left on campus it could hardly be anything else. The dance floor was packed all evening and getting Justin onto it was the simplest thing in the world. He had tried to look surprised when she asked him to dance, tried to project a casual air and had failed miserably. He might as well have been drooling openly, that’s how much he lusted after Amanda. In her devastatingly sexy dress, her ass swaying seductively and her breasts, during the dance briefly pressed against his chest, swinging freely in the tiny dress, Amanda had insured that Justin’s cock had been hard for a long time.

After the dance Amanda led Justin to a private corner of the room and somewhat alarmed he noticed that her friend Christina had joined them. The two girls kissed briefly before turning their attention to him. While Christina watched Amanda pressed her body close to Justin’s, her right hand loosely cupping his balls, making him gasp with delight. In one ear he heard some girl make an indignant remark about some slut named Michelle who had apparently already been seen sneaking off with two guys and was now dancing so closely with another that it looked like they were fucking right there on the dance floor.

Her seduction of Justin already in full swing, Amanda also heard the remark, noting with pleasure that their plan was working. While Michelle behaved so sluttishly that all eyes were on her, no one was watching what Amanda and Christina were doing to Justin and Amanda was willing to bet large sums of money that in the morning no one would even remember that she had danced with him. Michelle’s orders had been for at least three blowjobs to at least three different guys, but at her current pace she was going to reach at least double that. It was a brilliant distraction and one they would sell that very evening and thus get rid off altogether.

Meanwhile Amanda now had a firm grasp on Justin’s stiff member, so hot and throbbing that she could feel it clearly even through his trousers. As for Justin, he had forgotten even Christina’s presence, just as they had planned. His attention was entirely focused on Amanda. Her kisses and her insistent stroking of his cock through the fabric of his pants drove him completely wild. He had lusted after her for ages and now she proved to be even sexier than he had imagined. He didn’t notice Christina getting behind him and slipping a white powder into his beer, watching it dissolve quickly. This accomplished, Christina exchanged a glance with Amanda and slipped out of the room. Seeing that her friend had slipped the drug into the stupid creep’s drink, Amanda began the next phase of the plan. She continued kissing Justin for a minute longer, stroking his cock until his breath became short and urgent, while she put up with his inept fumbling and hopeless kissing. Then she drew back and said: “Not here.” Justin almost moaned out loud when she took her hand off her cock, but he agreed with what she said, would have agreed no matter what she had said: “Not here.” Amanda repeated, “We don’t want to behave like animals in heat. We don’t want to behave like that slut Michelle.” Justin had no idea who Michelle was. He only had eyes for Amanda and his needy cock told him that that was where his full attention should be. “Here, take your drink.” Amanda said, “Go to the bar and finish it nice and slow. Then quietly slip out and meet me in the alley behind the building in fifteen minutes.” She leaned in to give him a quick kiss and his hard member an affectionate squeeze, before she turned on her heel and left, her perfectly rounded ass swaying enticingly. Catching himself staring after her with his mouth open, Justin took a great big gulp of his beer to steel himself. It tasted strange, but who cared? He was going to meet the girl of his dreams outside very shortly and all the strange tasting beer in the world couldn’t stop him. To underline this he took another great swig of the drink before moving as casually towards the bar as he could. Not that either he, Amanda or Christina attracted any attention whatsoever. Michelle was leading her third guy that evening towards the men’s room, a look of astonishment at his good luck on his face.

After fifteen minutes Justin had finished his drink and was moving discretely to the exit. The beer had definitely tasted funny, but he hadn’t really noticed it towards the end. As he moved away from the bar he felt strangely lightheaded, but he brushed the feeling off as he concentrated on his still impressively hard boner. He tried to be as discreet about it as possible as he left and again his efforts were wasted as Michelle once again stole the attention. The guy she had been with had reappeared minute ago with a very goofy and relaxed look on his face and now she entered the stage again, her make-up reapplied perfectly and her eyes set on yet another lucky fellow.

In the alley Amanda waited for Justin, leaning up against her car, an old deep blue Stratus Coupe GT. Her green eyes sparkled with delight now the chase was on and her quarry would soon be in the net. Christina waited just out of sight, Amanda acknowledging her presence with a brief glance just before Justin appeared. His eyes were a little unfocused and he walked a little unsteadily as the drug was beginning to take hold, but the hard-on in his pants was still unmistakable.
A seductive smile on her face, Amanda beckoned with her finger and the pathetic little shit stumbled closer, trying for a clumsy embrace. She deftly outmaneuvered him and suddenly he was the one leaning up against the car. Not that he minded. In fact he could use some support as his balance seemed to be shot. Besides, Amanda was now leaning in, stroking and kissing him before her hands unerringly found his cock. Justin couldn’t help but gasp as she freed his throbbing member from his pants with practiced ease and his breathing became even more troubled when she began stroking him.
In his mind he had seen himself entering her in the backseat of some car or against a wall, but now that she held him in her hands all these thoughts were gone as she instead expertly stroked him towards a magnificent climax. Before he could object or even think twice, he came, a massive orgasm shaking his body. He let out a strange and pathetic scream as he came, massive spurts of cum shooting out of his cock. As the orgasm shook his body, he could no longer fight the drug and he collapsed in a heap at Amanda’s feet.

As Justin slid down the side of the car, unconscious, Amanda stepped aside chuckling to herself. She had managed to direct his shot away from herself and as she looked at the small puddles she had to admit that she was surprised and somewhat impressed that the creep could have held so much jism. Otherwise, every single thing had gone according to plan, something she remarked to Christina as she wiped the cum off her hands using Justin’s shirt.

The girls then moved quickly to secure Amanda’s newest acquisition. Amanda opened the trunk of the car while Christina started to cut away Justin’s clothes. Soon all of his clothes were cut to shreds and placed in a bag for eventual disposal. His flaccid, circumcised cock looked a little red and raw and even though he had been knocked out by the drug, his face had an absurdly pleased look. Determined that that would soon changed, Amanda and Christina lifted him into the trunk of the car before tying him up. Using the kind of solid plastic strips normally used for securing electric cables and such, Amanda first tied his hands behind his back and the forced his elbows together. After that came strips around his ankles and both above and below his knees. For his gag Amanda had saved a special treat in a little plastic bag already in the trunk: two pairs of her very dirty panties. These two she had worn during soccer practice, each for three consecutive days, and she had finished off by peeing on them before sealing them in the plastic baggie. Now, after stewing in the trunk for four days they were ripe enough for gagging Justin.
As Amanda opened the bag a disgusted “Whew!” escaped Christina, who then promptly began laughing when she saw what they were for. Getting them into Justin’s mouth was a bit of a struggle, but finally all of the ripe fabric was held in his mouth. She then used a couple of rounds of duct tape to keep them there and inserted plugs into his ears before sealing his head inside a very thick, black rubber hood. When gagging an unconscious person there was always the risk that he or she will vomit and thus choke. But while Amanda would love to get to torture and sell the little shit, she simply couldn’t treat him any differently. First of all there was the principle. A slave should never set the agenda and since she wanted (and needed for security reasons) to gag him, he simply had to be gagged, no matter the risk that he would die from it. He was after all just property now. Amanda and Christina weren’t done tying him up yet, though. To make sure that he couldn’t move and thus attract attention to himself while lying in the trunk, they secured him to the floor of it with a number of wide straps.

Amanda’s car had of course been modified for this shortly after she had gotten it as a high school graduation gift. By now the car had carried more than its fair share of would be slaves to their unpleasant destinies. Amanda had many fond memories of the car, like the time she had driven a pair of twins to their new owner. Their buyer had been very specific about their training and the two boys, both straight, had spent almost their entire training learning how to give head while being told that from now on they were little homo slave boys. It didn’t sit well with them, but encouragement in the form of Mistress Amanda’s whip made them obey very quickly. At the same time they were of course not allowed to cum, something which of course did not prevent Amanda and Christina from playing with their poor cocks until the pathetic little shits cried with frustration. So when it was time to deliver them to their new owner, Amanda, after consultation with the man who would buy them, placed them in the trunk tied up in a sixty-nine position. It was much more effective than a regular gag since the twins, starved for sexual attention and now very skilled in using their mouths, spent the whole trip blowing each-other, not trying for even a second to get out or attract attention. Pulling the two very guilty and very satisfied slaves out of the trunk and delivering them to a lifetime of servitude had been extremely satisfying, as well as profitable.

For now, however, Amanda needed to only one more thing to the creep in her trunk. First she tied one end of a thin rope very tightly around his scrotum. Then she had Christina hold the trunk lid half-closed while she tied the other end of the rope to the lid, making sure that it was taut before they closed the lid and rejoined the party. When opening the trunk the lid would come all the way up unless someone held it back, and Amanda was sure that no one would do such a thing, and the rope would pull most painfully on the creep’s balls.
Amanda’s slave thus secured, the girls went back to the party to have a bit of fun and to see how Christina’s slave was doing.

Back at the party everyone was talking about Michelle’s exploits, how she seemed to have gone from quiet star student to drop out whore in no time at all. The absence of Amanda, Christina and Justin had gone completely unnoticed. A small group of girls were listening to the door of one of the toilets, catching the sounds of the fifth lucky winner as he screamed with delight when Michelle swallowed his load. Amanda and Christina looked at the poor girl as she rejoined the party, hunting for the next load of semen. Most of the guys seemed to think that she was very much OK, if not exactly girlfriend material, and kept a close eye on her, while the most of girls were absolutely outraged at her behavior. At least three guys could be seen waiting their turn at the bar, so Michelle had a busy night ahead of her.

As the party wound down and Michelle came back to the floor after her ninth blowjob that night, it was time to leave. At a signal from Christina, unseen by everyone else, the exhausted slave-girl finally left the party to disgusted looks from a large section of those still left. Others tried to get her to the toilets for an extra performance, but Michelle had seen her Mistress’ order and had to obey.

When Michelle met Amanda and Christina in the alley she was so relieved that she cried with gratitude as she kissed their feet. One blowjob had been terrible, but to have to perform nine had been absolutely disgusting and when Christina had her strip so that all she wore were her stilettos, she laid her head back and sighed with pleasure as Christina squeezed her nipples most painfully. The mere touch of her Mistress after all the awful cocksucking was heaven, even if her Mistress was hurting her.

Neither Amanda nor Christina had been drinking that night and so they just got in the car and drove off. Michelle, her hands now cuffed behind her back, sat between Christina’s legs and serviced her Mistress with obvious gratitude. Christina glanced sideways at Amanda and remarked: “You’ll have to do without me for a while,” sighing with pleasure she continued: “the bitch is really eager to prove herself.” As Christina leaned back moaning softly while pressing Michelle’s face into her crotch, Amanda chuckled and drove on.

Their first stop was a very large mansion on the other side of town, an elegant building hidden by tall hedges concealing wire fences and protected by a sturdy iron gate. Here Michelle, very confused but obviously happy that she had had the opportunity to please Christina, who looked slightly flushed with a couple of nice orgasms, was taken out of the car, gagged and leashed before being led up the stone stairs to the front door. Here a stunning maid opened the door and welcomed them inside. The maid was quite tall, perhaps 6’ 2” inches flatfooted and she wore black six-inch stilettos, and so towered above them all. She was slender, with unbelievably long legs, with an hourglass figure, her waist absurdly narrow. She wore a simple, but very tight and very short, black satin dress with a miniscule white, lace apron. Her hair was black and cut stylishly very short. The only sign that she was indeed a slave was the thin silver collar hugging her neck tightly, seemingly welded on, with a ring dangling down in front.

Amanda and Christina exchanged a look, before following the slave-maid into the drawing room where the lady they were selling Michelle to sat enjoying a late-night drink. She was in her forties, a very attractive brunette with a definite air of superiority and power about her. She wore a simple black, full-body leather suit with matching boots with six-inch heels. On the table to her right lay a riding crop and it was clear that she intended to try out her new acquisition right away. “Ah, Christina and Amanda. So good to see you both,” she began, “I see you’ve brought my new bitch. How absolutely delightful! I was getting bored playing with that.” She indicated the maid, who stood absolutely still, awaiting her Mistress’ command. As Amanda and Christina looked at the maid, the woman explained: “Since I disposed of my former slave, she’s all the slave sport I have in the house. I really need more than two if I am to have proper sport each day. Perhaps you two can deliver me another slave if I am satisfied with this one?” She indicated Michelle and as Amanda and Christina replied that they’d gladly supply more slaves to the woman, it dawned on the naked slave-girl for the first time that she was being sold. She had been broken and turned into a slave only two weeks before and the breaking process had attached her very strongly to Christina and when it dawned on her that she would no longer belong to her, she began crying and begging behind her gag. Of course neither Christina nor Amanda cared and the whining merely sent Michelle’s new owner into a rage, clearly demonstrating that she really needed a punching bag for everyday use. Only when Michelle had been reduced to a whimpering wreck at the woman’s feet, covered in red welts and desperately trying to beg forgiveness through her gag, did the woman return her attention to the two girls.

“As you know,” the woman said, “these little shits have to be put in their place at once.” Amanda said that indeed they did. The woman then handed them an envelope containing their payment, which Christina put in her purse without checking as a courtesy from one domina to another and they turned to leave, ignoring Michelle’s hopeless sobbing in the background. On the way out Amanda inquired about the maid: “She’s awfully tall that bitch. Where did you acquire her?” The woman sighed and lifted up the maid’s miniscule skirt: “This is Arabella, formerly Aaron. A few years back he thought that he’d charm his way to my money. Unfortunately for him, I’m not into men and so I made him into a woman of sorts instead and while he won’t inherit anything, he will be part of the inheritance, passing on to the next owner.” Beneath the skirt was a pair of tiny black panties and when the woman pulled these away along with the sanitary napkin in them, Arabella’s tiny, chastised cock could be seen, dripping pre-cum from pent-up excitement. “Tell the ladies how long it has been since you last came Arabella,” the woman commanded her maid. In a tiny, high-pitched and squeaky voice Arabella answered: “Mistress, three years, Mistress.” Smiling broadly the woman pulled up the slave-maid’s panties and dropped her dress down. She then said a fond farewell to Amanda and Christian and let the maid lead them to the door. As a parting greeting the obviously extremely well trained maid kissed Amanda and Christina’s feet and pressed her head to the ground until their car had left the grounds.
As they drove away Amanda idly wondered how long Michelle would last with the woman, who had after all strangled her last slave-girl after only six months.

The answer was very long indeed. The first three weeks were the most painful in Michelle’s life as the woman took out all her anger on her, anger that had been stored in the months she had been without a slave and which now found release. But with the anger out of her system, her use of Michelle changed. Michelle had already been broken before she came to her house and the abuse the woman poured on her only reinforced her status as a slave. As she had been once before, Michelle was beaten into loving her new owner.

Michelle was an exceptionally pretty girl. Perhaps not beautiful, but she had a certain indisputable sweetness or prettiness, even when she screamed or cried. Even tried down hard for a whipping, her all her holes stuffed with huge dildos, Michelle never lost her essentially sweet and doll-like appearance. So since Michelle was broken in, her desire to escape held completely in check by her brutal training, just as it was with the unfortunate and always horny Arabella, she was freed of all physical bonds as her Mistress began treating her as a live dress-up and sex doll.

First it was a series of ever-cuter outfits, which Michelle was required to wear when she serviced her Mistress. The frillier and prettier the better, although the costumes always had more than a little bit of kink in them; ultra high heels, exposed tits or pussy, rubber or leather in where such things were not normally used. Then it evolved into Mistress dressing her up, while Michelle had to remain completely passive. After that came a period of strange pantomimes where Mistress had Michelle sit or stand in the same position for hours, like a doll placed for viewing pleasure only. This confused Michelle a great deal. On one hand she liked very much that she wasn’t beaten as much, but on the other hand she had become a true slave, now craving the firm hand and hard sex her Mistress usually dished out.

Finally her Mistress took the step and turned Michelle into a doll permanently. One evening her Mistress came to her as she sat absolutely still on her Mistress’ bed. Michelle was wearing a frilly white dressing gown, white stocking and white stilettos and her blond hair was combed perfectly and set with little blue ribbons. She sat with her legs folded to her right side, with her hands clasped virtuously in her laps and with her head demurely down, a sweet smile on her face. She had been sitting like that for ten hours, not moving a muscle. All her limbs, every single muscle needed to move, but Michelle had been given the order by Mistress that morning after she had dressed her and placed her in that very position and Michelle didn’t dare even think about disobeying.
As her Mistress approached Michelle saw the syringe in he hand, but even her sweet smile stayed the same. She didn’t even react when the needle was plunged into her buttocks and the contents of the syringe emptied into her. In fact she didn’t move until she lost control of all her muscles at once, right before she slipped into unconsciousness.

When she woke up she was unable to see and unable to move. Completely unable to see and completely unable to move. For a second it filled her with panic, but then she remembered who she was and what she was. It was to be expected when you were a slave and besides there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Then as the drugs wore off, she noticed more and more things that were not as they should be and all pushed her closer and closer to panic: Not only was she unable to move, but she was unable to even flex her muscles against her bonds. In fact she couldn’t feel any bonds. She tried making a sound in her throat, the only way of really being heard when gagged but no sound whatsoever came and she couldn’t detect the presence of a gag either. That’s when she discovered something that did make her panic completely: she wasn’t breathing. She couldn’t feel air filling up her lungs. She was dead. She had to be. Alone in the silent darkness, unable to do anything at all and with the prospect of spending eternity like that, Michelle’s mind was almost destroyed by the panic that engulfed her. Perhaps it had been better that way, but she was able to pull herself out of her state of panic when she suddenly heard faint voices. As they got closer she could hear that it was Mistress and another woman and that they were discussing some kind of procedure.
Suddenly bright light filled her eyes and after adjusting to it, she saw her Mistress’ face peering down at her. She smiled kindly and said gently: “Hello Michelle. I hope you can hear me.” This alarmed Michelle very much. Mistress had never, ever called her by her name. It was always “slave”, “slut”, “bitch”, “cunt” or something of that order. The gentle look on Mistress’ face spelled doom. Michelle knew it. And she was of course right.

Seemingly keeping one of her eyes open manually, Mistress asked her: “Can you feel this?” As Mistress’ hand moved down Michelle’s body another person, a stern looking woman in doctor’s whites, moved into her field of vision and shone a little torch into her eyes. Whatever Mistress did, Michelle couldn’t feel it and both the other women noted this to each other. After moving her arm (Michelle could only see shifts in the position of Mistress shoulder) a few times and noting that there was no reaction from Michelle, who by now had noticed with increasing alarm that she couldn’t even move her eyes, Mistress moved her hand again. And this time she felt it. Mistress touched her clit and the feeling was fabulous. Whatever she did, it sent waves of pure pleasure up through Michelle’s body and soon she was on her way to an orgasm, the first in a very long time. Even trough the waves of pleasure and the relief that she could feel something, Michelle dared not hope to be allowed to cum. Mistress never allowed her slaves to cum. Never, ever. Cuming was for Mistress only. So when the orgasm rolled over her like a great maelstrom of pleasure pulling her down, alarms were going off in the back of her mind.

Her eyes could still only stare straight ahead and Mistress was still holding only one of them open, so Michelle looked straight up during her fabulous and much needed orgasm and she also heard Mistress and the doctor noting that there had indeed been a reaction.

Michelle saw the doctor tape her eyelids open after first dripping some water into them. The water temporarily obscured her vision, but alarmingly Michelle felt nothing. Then the doctor moved out of sight and Mistress’ face came close and her owner then told Michelle what had happened to her before she outlined her future.

Michelle had been paralyzed completely by cutting practically all of her nerves at the base of the spine. Only a few had been left or been transplanted and reconnected to her nervous system. One of them was the one ending in her clitoris and the one controlling the pupils in her eyes, just as the optic nerve was intact. (Not running through the neck, it had never been in any danger). The first so that she could feel sexual pleasure and the other so that Mistress could check for responses. Her ears were filled with tiny speakers that could be shut off, thus preventing her from hearing anything at all. Her breathing had been taken care of by placing a pump in her throat. Completely silent, it pumped air in through a hole in her throat, directly into her lungs. Alongside the pump for air sat the food and drink intake. Through another hole in her throat she could be fed food and drink, pumped directly into her stomach. The nerves for her internal organs had also been left relatively intact; that is her ability to feel anything from her insides had been inhibited, but the nerves needed to make her insides work were still present and functional. In other words she would remain alive as long as the pumps in her throat were running and someone fed her.
To prevent her muscles from deteriorating, wires had been connected to them and electric current could be sent through them, making them twitch a bit and thus maintaining a slight, but sufficient, muscular activity so that Michelle didn’t waste away. To prevent her from flopping around like a boned fish now that she had no muscular control, all of her joints, all the places where one piece of bone was adjacent to another, had been fitted with a radio-controlled lock. When the lock was released that joint could be manipulated and when it was reengaged the joint stiffened in whatever position it was in. She had been fitted with a permanent catheter and a similar device in her ass, both equipped with valves so that there was some control over when she disposed of her waste.
Michelle had in effect become Mistress' doll, to be manipulated completely at will and there was nothing she could do about it.

This information alone was enough to send Michelle’s into paralysis with complete and utter panic, a state that lasted for days. When she regained a measure of extremely depressed composure, Mistress informed her of the final step in her transformation right before Michelle was subjected to it, completely unable to even protest. She was covered in an extremely thin layer of absolutely clear plastic, covering every fraction of a square inch of her body, reaching into her mouth, her ears, her ass and even coating the inside of her pussy. Her eyeballs had been individually coated with the ultra thin plastic, so that they could be moved. One more change had been made to Michelle before she was sealed in plastic. A wire had been fitted directly into her clitoris and when the weak pulsing current was switched on, it triggered a near-instant orgasm in Michelle. Less than five seconds after the current was switched on, Michelle would cum. Not only that, but the current would keep her cuming at intervals of ten seconds or less between the orgasms for  as long as it was on.

 Mistress then took her home as her doll. She would loosen one joint at time and place Michelle in exactly the position she wanted her in. It was especially unsettling when Mistress moved her eyes. She simply placed a finger on each eyeball and turned Michelle’s eyes until they pointed where she wanted them to. Mistress enjoyed dressing her up immensely and Michelle was outfitted in a vast array of sexy doll costumes. Mistress had a favorite outfit, which she called the “Goth-doll”. First she would color Michelle’s blonde hair (which still grew and required cutting and washing as before) jet-black. Then she’d fit her with a pair of absurdly plain white panties and put thick, cotton stockings reaching up to mid-thigh on Michelle’s legs. The stockings were always striped black and light grey. On her feet Mistress put relatively clunky, black six-inch heels and a one-inch platform, with a narrow strap across Michelle’s instep. Then came a nightgown of sorts made from black see-through material, puffing at the sleeves at Michelle’s immobile wrists and at the lower edge, right below her perfectly rounded ass. It opened up in the front so that Michelle’s body could be clearly seen. Around Michelle’s neck, concealing the small holes in the side of it, she put a lacy, white collar. As a final touch Mistress would apply plenty of black make-up to Michelle’s face, including a black spot to each cheek, giving Michelle a sort sexy Goth-like Raggedy-Ann appearance.

Michelle lived out her life as Mistress’ life-size doll, completely unable to prevent anything that was being done to her. Twice a day Arabella, visibly terrified of ending up as Michelle, would pour liquid through the feeding hole in her throat and drain urine from her bladder. Her ass only needed to be cleaned out once a week. Three times a day the absolutely immobile Michelle would be sent into a one hour long series of orgasms, unable to even twitch in response to her only source of even the tiniest pleasure. Often Mistress, who of course knew when Michelle was programmed to cum, would sit with her doll at these times, whispering softly in Michelle’s ear how much she loved her little doll, while she stroked her hair, something Michelle could of course not feel.

As Michelle, positioned by Mistress right next to her bed, watched as Mistress finally strangled Arabella after a brutal torture session lasting two whole days, her eyes popping out of her head, her tongue sticking out of her open mouth as her feet stopped kicking and she lay still, Michelle thought that Arabella was lucky compared to her.

But of course Amanda and Christina were unaware of Michelle’s horrible fate as they drove away with Justin in the trunk and a pile of money in their pocket. And truth be told, they would probably have thought it more than a little arousing if they had known about her fate. Certainly it would have turned Amanda, for whom control and punishment of slaves simply couldn’t get harsh enough, on more than a little.

Not long after leaving the house where they had left Michelle to her fate, Amanda and Christina drove up a long driveway in the secluded countryside, past an automated gate, the only opening in a very high wall, and until they reached the parking space by the main building. The sign by the road had read: “The M Farm. Rare and exclusively trained domestic creatures.” Depending on who you were the M could stand for either “Master” or “Mistress”.
“The M Farm” was a sort of co-op, a place where several masters and mistresses had pooled their resources and bought a place to train their slaves. Some, like Amanda and Christina, used the place mostly for training slave with the purpose of selling them later on, while other simply kept their pets locked up. That way they could afford farmhands to take care of the beasts when they themselves could not. Most of the training was of course handled by the master of mistress who had brought the slave to the farm, but tasks like feeding and cleaning them or taking care of their inevitable wounds while they recuperated was mostly handled by the farmhands, who then of course had full use of the slaves whenever they wanted.

The emphasis of the place was naturally training slaves to be some kind of animal, but there were also extensive facilities for other kinds of slave training, like large and strange toilet facilities. Amanda and Christina had each bought a stake in the place and had been taking their unfortunate prey there for a few years now, easily making enough money to return their investment and pay for their tuition at the same time.
Not making good on the investment in the farm was discouraged – strongly. They needed to look no further than the two farm dogs that ran out to greet them, barking like mad. The bitch had formerly been a professional mistress in a big city who had decided to try her hand at pony training. She turned out to be not so good at that line of work and soon began loosing money. When she had failed pay for her share in the farm, the other owners had cashed in on it or rather they had cashed her in. It was a similar story with the other dog. Both now ran around on permanently folded up limbs, their hands and feet useless and were permanently covered in thick, black rubber so that they could keep warm all year round. Their heads were free as were their ass and genitals. Their voices were no longer capable of producing words and their minds had long since been destroyed, turning them into mindless animals as a warning to everyone. For some reason Amanda could not understand, neither was chastised and after sniffing her and Christina up and receiving pats on their heads, they began fucking like mad, the bitch being mounted from behind to her evident delight, her eyes rolling back while she moaned with pleasure. This activity seemed to take up most of their time. That and sniffing guests.

It was very early morning by now and neither Amanda nor Christina felt like getting started on Justin’s transformation before a bit of sleep. Besides, it was doubtful if the drugs had worn off and there really was no sport in torturing a slave only half-awake. So the girls simply left Justin in the trunk of Amanda’s car and went up to their rooms for a bit shut-eye.

A few hours later in the dark silence of the trunk, Justin began to come around. For the first few seconds or so he felt really good. He had been with the girl he had had a crush on for ages and he had cum – massively. He couldn’t exactly remember what had happened, something about leaning against a car, but it had been great.
Then he noticed how cramped his whole body felt, how he couldn’t move, hardly even twitch in fact. And the taste in his mouth! His mouth felt like it was filled with the worst tasting cotton in the whole world, a taste of piss and something else. Something not quite recognizable, but strangely familiar. Sweat? Definitely sweat he thought, but there was more.
His chain of thought was interrupted by a very late realization: he was tied up! Tied up and gagged! He panicked and began struggling like crazy, but all his efforts hardly even made Amanda’s car rock, not even slightly. The girls had bound him much too thoroughly for that. After a few minutes he regained some of his composure and began to think. Who could have done this to him? Surely not sweet, little Amanda. After giving it some thought he came to the conclusion that it had to be that friend of hers, Christina. She had been lurking around while Amanda had come on to him and he had always thought she was a bit dodgy, with her Goth-thing and that very sexy leather outfit she had been wearing at the party. Even tied up in the dark in some unknown place, he didn’t know he was in the trunk of a car; Justin couldn’t stop thinking about Amanda. Thinking about the party made him think about her and that outrageously sexy outfit she had been wearing. The tiny black dress, her stilettos, her hair piled up and her green eyes pinning him down. And her hands; her oh-so talented hands. When he thought about her finger doing circles on his head of his cock, he became hard again, very hard. Getting hard he noticed that something had been tied around his scrotum, but even that did not prevent him from indulging a wet dream about Amanda. For a surprisingly long time he forgot to struggle and forgot to think about what he had in his mouth, lying almost still while images of Amanda flashed through his mind. Amanda smiling, Amanda kissing him and Amanda taking out his cock, manipulating it expertly with a knowing smile on her face.

Meanwhile Amanda and Christina had gotten up and eaten brunch at a leisurely pace, read the morning paper and discussed their plan of action. Christina had simply said that while she’d love to be in on the action in whatever form it might be. Justin was Amanda’s slave and Amanda should call the shots. Amanda had expected this, she always took the same position whenever she was in on the training of Christina’s slaves, but it was only polite and natural to ask her first. Being nice to each other was a matter of course.

After finishing their brunch and morning toilette, it was time to get down to business. Amanda had long since decided that Justin should be turned into a pig and the transformation was going to require some surgery of sorts, so they had better dress for it. As a surprise she had gotten matching outfits for Christina and herself. Naturally she had gone for the white clad nurse look. They wore absolutely tiny, white rubber miniskirts that left nothing at all to the imagination. Neither Amanda nor Christina needed to bend over before exposing their pussies; Amanda’s smooth and clean-shaven while Christina’s was a nicely trimmed dark growth. Covering their chest they had a top made from thin, stretchy, white rubber. On the front there was a mocking red cross, while their backs were completely exposed, only the thin straps holding the front in place crossing their smooth skin. On their feet they had white stilettos, five inches high.

Properly outfitted it was time to get the creep from the trunk. It was a little chilly outside in their flimsy costumes as they dragged a small cart towards Amada’s car. There was no one in the courtyard, but in the distance a pony could be heard screaming, just as the whip striking her could be heard clearly. From the other end of the farm came the muffled sounds of pigs grunting and squealing, at least one in pain. The only other living things in the yards were the two dogs, fucking like mad in a corner, the bitch howling with delight while the male mounting her from behind grunted with effort.

Since Justin was still dreaming happily about his favorite girl, the one about inflict greater pain on him than he had ever imagined could exist, there was no sound from the trunk and Amanda thought with regret that he must have choked in his gag. So she unlocked the trunk and flung the lid open. As the lid came all the way up the string tied around Justin’s scrotum became taut and then began pulling most painfully on his balls. Justin’s scream of pain told Amanda and Christina that he was indeed alive and in pain, just the way they wanted him.

For Justin the pain in his crotch was unbelievable and extremely surprising. He had never had anyone pull on his balls like that and the surprise of having a very pleasant wet dream about Amanda so rudely interrupted was a huge shock. When his first scream of pain and surprise had died down behind Amanda’s dirty underwear, the thing pulling on his balls went momentarily slack only to be jerked just as painfully as before. This happened a number of times while Amanda and Christina stood by the half-open trunk, enjoying Justin’s screaming and thrashing, albeit very limited thrashing due to his bonds.
Finally they had had enough fun and they undid the straps holding him tied to the bottom of the trunk. Mistakenly thinking that this meant that he was freed, Justin instantly started to struggle, only to find out that his limbs were still strapped solidly together. A quick warning tug on his crotch told him to remain passive, which he of course did not. Justin was a little too confused to interpret the tug as a real signal and rather thought it had been just a coincidence. Amanda on the other hand did not believe in coincidences. But she did especially not believe in allowing slaves to get away with anything. So to make her point, she grasped his balls and squeezed them until Justin screamed and thrashed and she kept up the pressure until Justin finally, through the haze of pain in his balls understood that he had to lie still; very still.

This settled, Justin’s mistresses lifted him out of the trunk and onto the little cart they had brought. The ride was short and ended with Justin being lifted onto a cold, steel table. Acutely aware of the rope around his scrotum and now also aware of its function, Justin allowed himself to be positioned properly on the table. First he was placed on his back and his head was pushed halfway down into some kind of opening before a thick strap around his neck secured him in that position. Lying on his arms, pinning them painfully against the steel table, he felt how the rope around his balls was pulled taut and probably secured to the end of the table. A slight warning tug was given and then the straps hold his legs were cut. Remembering what had happened in the trunk and at the same time realizing that without the use of his arms and without sight, he could do very little, Justin allowed the unseen hands to spread his legs wide and felt how they tied them down again. Then it was time for his arms. Before his arms were released, there was again a warning tug on his balls and a couple of fingers pinched his nose shut for half a minute, seemingly to remind him of how vulnerable he was. Justin understood the message and lay absolutely still as he was twisted onto one side while the straps were cut and then placed on his back again. Then his arms were spread wide and tied down, so that he now lay in a very wide spread-eagle position.

Finally it was time for his hood to come off. First, though, Amanda and Christina snapped on white latex gloves, so as to behave hygienically. You never knew where a filthy slave had been.
Once they had removed the hood, it took almost a full minute for him to adjust to the light, during which time Amanda had removed his earplugs. When his eyes had adjusted enough for him to see her, she bent down over him, held a hand over his mouth so that he couldn’t spit out her dirty underwear and said in her sweetest voice: “Good morning shithead. Did you sleep well?” Justin’s reaction was one of pure shock. Amanda! It couldn’t be sweet Amanda who had done this to him could it? Relishing in his obvious shock and enjoying it to the fullest as well as his futile screaming and thrashing, Amanda leaned in once again and stopped his thrashing with a quick tug to his balls. “You belong to me now, creep, and I intend to transform you into something you’d never dream about and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” Watching these words sink in as Justin realized that she was probably absolutely right, she continued: “You know my friend Christina of course,” she said indicating the broadly smiling, black-haired babe in the perverted nurse’s outfit standing on the other side of him, “and I must inform you that the two of us will be your primary doctors during your little, but very painful, transformation this afternoon.” Justin reacted with a start and some very distressed mumbling at the mention of “doctors” and “transformation”. Amanda smiled sweetly and said: “I hope you are enjoying your gag? I made it especially for you. Three day old panties lubricated with my very own urine. You should feel honored.” Judging from Justin’s desperate attempts to spit them out, he didn’t seem too enthusiastic about her efforts. Such a response could of course not be tolerated and Amanda informed him of this right before she nodded to Christina to take action.

Christina had been waiting for something to do and finally here came the chance to do some damage to the creep. Picking up a riding crop she started whipping his belly, his legs and of course his genitals until both Amanda and Christina could hear contrite sounds coming in between the screams from behind his gag.

That settled and with a warning to keep quiet, Amanda removed her filthy underwear from Justin’s mouth. Not daring to speak he simply stared in horrified disbelief at two perverted nurses smiling sweetly at him. Satisfied that he didn’t want to speak anymore Amanda told him what she intended to do to him: “Now I’ve always thought that you were a completely useless asshole, a real pig.” Amanda watched as Justin realized how much the girl he had adored really despised him before continuing: “So I’ve decided to keep you as one. Christina and I will now begin your little transformation. I am quite sure that it will be extremely painful and most humiliating, but then that’s kinda the point.” Justin stirred a little at this, but was still too shocked and too aware of his bonds to fight back. Amanda then told him of the first step: “Now pigs don’t really have hair, only bristles. But I don’t like bristles, so you will go completely hairless.” Now Justin could keep quiet no more and began to object. Both Amanda and Christina had been expecting this and Christina stood ready to stop his useless objections. The second he opened his mouth, she grabbed his testicles, one in each hand and pulled them away from his body as far as she could without actually pulling them off, while she squeezed them at the same time. Instead of objections all that came out of Justin’s mouth were gurgling screams and incoherent pleas. After listening to this for a minute or so, Christina let go and leaned in over him: “Shut up pig!” Justin instantly closed his mouth, a weak whimper escaping his throat as he pulled his head back as far as he could, intimidated by the brutal, black-haired mistress.

Justin seemingly having understood the point at last, Amanda and Christina set about removing all of his hair, both his body hair and the hair on his head. After cutting the longest of it with electric clippers, they set about shaving him down. It was in some ways a bit boring, but it was also quite satisfying as it humiliated the slave more than a bit and brought the reality of his situation home. It was particularly funny to see his reaction whenever they grabbed his cock. Justin may have told himself that he didn’t like being bound and manhandled by a pair of brutal mistresses, but his cock said differently. When Amanda grabbed it and lifted it up so that she could shave his scrotum, a soft and barely audible moan escaped him and he got as hard as an oak banister. While she shaved his balls clean Amanda pretended not to notice his hard cock or the fact that Justin was suddenly very still and his hips were doing tiny thrusting movements. The disgusting creep was clearly much more of a natural slave than he let on.
The shaving done, Amanda returned to Justin’s cock. It was still hard and when she took it in her latex covered hands again, there was a sharp intake of breath from the bound slave. Standing between his legs with his cock in her hands, she looked straight at him while she began to manipulate his member very slowly and gently. “You like this don’t you shithead?” she asked Justin, who had by now begun to thrust his hips upwards while he emitted rhythmic moans. Still unsure of whether he was allowed to talk and much too preoccupied with the gentle handjob Amanda was giving him, all he could do was nod. “Means that you really are a slave-shit, don’t it?”, she continued as he tried telling himself that the talented hands, now covered in latex which he loved, was doing nothing for him. Justin understood the implications and so couldn’t answer “yes”, but on the other hand, he knew that answering “no” could have even worse consequences. In effect he was trapped between his desire and his need to escape from this absolutely gorgeous and absolutely vicious creature. All he could manage was a weak, indecisive, shaking of his head. Amanda, who had of course never intended for him to cum, took this response as a sign of disobedience and suddenly slapped his balls viciously with a flat hand and yelled at Justin: “You pathetic looser! You are a fucking slave when I tell you that are one! Understood?” Not waiting for his reply, she slapped his balls hard one more time before letting go of his still hard cock.

All that Justin could do was to scream in pain and his mistresses simply let him first scream and then moan as they made ready to remove the last of his hair – permanently. Not waiting for him to calm down they first taped his eyes shut. Then they began lathering him up in some kind of crème. It was very thick and very, very foul smelling. And not only that. When they had applied it to his backside too by rolling him as far as he would go to either side, the crème began to burn. Soon it was as if all of the skin on his body had been set on fire. Soon it became unbearable and Justin thrashed and twisted in his bonds while screaming his head off, pleading for mercy from the two girls he had begun addressing as “Mistress” without even being told. His cries of: “Please Mistress Amanda” and “Please Mistress Christina” made them exchange meaningful glances. Apparently the little shit had been a natural submissive. Ah well, no matter how submissive he was probably not going to like what they were going to do to him next.

After ten minutes of listening to the sweet sound of the creep screaming, they decided that any chance of him growing back any hair at all had long since passed and that they had better wash away the crème to avoid permanent damage to his skin. Justin cried with relief when the burning crème washed away, babbling inane thank-yous to his mistresses. To Justin’ relieved sobbing they dried him, again getting a surprisingly strong reaction when Amanda lifted up his cock.
Standing back they regarded their now completely nude slave, now devoid of all hair. He was totally bald, even the eyebrows missing, smooth and glistening slightly in the cold light and looking completely pathetic, strapped down as he was on the large steel table.

The next order of business was Justin’s head. They could have relied on surgery to turn his feature more pig-like, but since he wouldn’t be able to see himself where he was going, the both thought that a waste of effort. Instead Amanda had chosen a mechanical solution of sorts. First she pressed a truly huge ring-gag into his mouth. Justin didn’t want to open up wide enough for them to put it in, but that problem was quickly solved. Amanda and Christina first shut his mouth with their hands. Then they pinched his nose shut and held his head very tightly. They held him like that till he was struggling very hard to break free and breathe. When he was completely desperate to breathe, they let him open his mouth. Predictably he opened wide to take in a huge gulp of air and when he did Amanda stood ready with the ring-gag, pushing it into his mouth, forcing it in place until eventually he was unable to expel it and it held his mouth so open that it was just one step away from dislocating his jaw. The ring-gag was further secured with a sturdy rubber strap going behind his head. Once this had been tightened until Justin was moaning with the pressure to his head, the two ends of the strap were stapled together so it wouldn’t come off again.
Then it was time for Justin’s new piggy nose. For this Amanda had chosen a nose hook. The two hooks were inserted into a nostril each and the strap holding the hook was led up across Justin’s forehead and down to meet the strap from the gag. Again she tightened the strap until Justin was screaming in pain, his nostril pulled up and his nose flattened against his face, creating a snub nose/piggy nose effect. This strap was again stapled to the gag strap.

Amanda and Christina stood back to regard their work so far. Justin’s head didn’t really look like a pig’s head, but he did look like a crude caricature of one and it certainly looked both degrading and painful, the very things that meant the most.

Next in line was his voice. Pigs can’t speak; only squeal. So of course Justin shouldn’t be able to make any other sound than squealing. Here the prospects of obtaining an effect that was close to the real thing were far better. First they had to secure his head so that no movement whatsoever was possible. This was the reason for the cutout in the table below Justin’s head, which he had felt when he was first pressed down on the table and his neck strap was tied. Amanda forced his head as far back as it would go, until it was almost perpendicular to his body. While she held it, Christina strapped his head in place. As they raised the table for a better working position, they could now see through his wide open mouth and straight down his throat.
This was the kind of working space they needed when they were going to operate on his vocal cords. The operation was simplicity itself, but required a steady hand and that the slave didn’t move. The first thing was already accomplished, although the stupid shit was emitting a series of pathetic, little screams which Christina quickly stopped by twisting his balls. One big scream later and Justin had decided it was better to keep quiet. Amanda had bought a piece of equipment especially for this as Justin was not the first piggy she had created, even if she couldn’t remember that any of the others had given her quite as much pleasure in tormenting. The machine was a simple spear-like object designed to go down the slave’s throat, fold the working parts out and cut the vocal cords into a shape where the only sound that could be made was a very realistic sounding pig-like squeal. When Justin saw Amanda moving the thing into position, moving it into his mouth, he began to scream and yell, trying to beg her not to do it. With his mouth forced open as it was and his head forced back as well, the sounds coming out were garbled and pathetic. Then the spear entered his throat and the sounds became first gurgles, going over to the sound of muffled heaving. The spear had special moving parts for forcing its way into the slave’s throat, moving past the larynx and the epiglottis, so matter how much Justin wanted to keep it out, the spear found its way down to his vocal cords. There was only just room enough for air to pass into Justin’s lungs, so when he finally managed to control his gag reflex, the only sound hear was that of his labored breathing. Then Amanda pressed a simple button and the machinery, positioned correctly with the help a light and a camera in the tip of the spear, began its work. Instead of cutting in Justin’s vocal cords, risking that he drowned in blood, the machinery used a heated wire, burning and instantly cauterizing the wound so that there was no blood and the success of the operation could be assessed almost at once. Cutting the vocal cords was not enough in itself, as the mouth and tongue also helped form words, but since Justin’s mouth was now fixed in the open position, the operation would hopefully result in him only being able to make pig-like sounds.

For Justin the experience was easily the worst of his entire life and although the pain only lasted a few seconds, he couldn’t even scream. Instead he convulsed a little before loosing consciousness. Amanda and Christina snorted at the weakness of the little shit, but were essentially glad that he had passed out as it made the work easier. After minute or so, the machine had done its bit and Amanda withdrew the spear. Then they waited for Justin to wake up and “tell” them if the operation had been a success.

Five minutes later, his head now released and resting on a plate covering the cutout in the table, Justin came to. At first he was very disoriented, but soon he remembered what was happening to him and the memory of the spear working its way down his throat was so unpleasant that he began to scream. Only it wasn’t a scream that came out, or at least not a human one. To the immense satisfaction of Amanda and Christina, it sounded just like a pig screaming. The sound evidently surprised Justin, because he stopped screaming when he heard his own voice. After little while he tried again, this time not screaming, but just speaking. The sound that came out sounded exactly like the squeal of a young pig and Amanda and Christina began snickering. Christina stepped up to the table, grabbed his balls and said: “Say “Mistress Amanda” for me piggy.” Understanding the order perfectly, Justin tried his best. The only sound that came out was the pathetic squealing of a pig. Christina gave his balls an affectionate squeeze and together with Amanda she began laughing her head off, while Justin began to cry inconsolably.
It took a while for Amanda and Christina to stop laughing and when they did, Justin was still crying. But there was no time to waste if they were to complete his transformation and the next day was after all a school day.

The next step was to take care of his hands and feet. Justin might have thought that the operation on his vocal cords had been painful, but it proved to be nothing compared to what they then did to his hands and feet.
Amanda had decided that Justin should walk around on his knees and elbows and that he would never use his hands or feet again. Since he wouldn’t be using hands or feet, Amanda saw no reason why she should spend time cutting his finger- and toenails. So she and Christina simply pulled them out to the sweet and funny sound of Justin’s pig-like screams. When it was over, Justin lay panting for breath, small squeals of pain coming from his open mouth. He was almost in a state of shock, but mostly he was in more pain than he had thought possible.

But it was far from over yet. Since neither his hands nor feet would be of use anymore, Amanda saw no reason to keep them functional and potentially in the way. So the next step was crushing them so that they could be manipulated at will. For this purpose she had a vice, large enough to hold a foot when necessary and built especially for this purpose. When Justin saw it the first time he didn’t have the imagination sufficient to picture what she would use it for, so he watched sobbing (squealing actually) as she placed his right hand in it and began to close it up. It wasn’t until it pressed painfully on his hand that he realized what she was doing. Then he began screaming for all he was worth, but there was of course nothing he could do as Amanda calmly crushed his hand. Towards the end Justin passed out from the pain, but Amanda patiently woke him up before she crushed his other hand. The same thing happened with his feet, and each time Amanda patiently waited until Justin was conscious before going on. When Amanda had crushed something, Christina came right behind with a special rubber bandage. This she wrapped as tightly as she could around the crushed part, shaping it as required. Justin’s hands were folded lie flat against his wrist, right below the underarm, and his feet were folded so that they lay against his ankle, right below his calf. When the stumps had been wrapped with black rubber, Christina took an industrial blow drier and melted the rubber so that the wrappings were permanent, or least could only be removed by cutting.
This process was at least as painful as the actual crushing and Amanda had to wake Justin up many times and wait for his increasing hysteria to subside. When it was finally over, they had only a few things left. First they folded up his arms and legs and wrapped and sealed them in the same kind of rubber that had been used on his hands and feet. They had expected a struggle as they freed his limbs, but Justin was much too weak and shocked to put up much of a fight. Soon the job was done and the mistresses had again tied Justin, now almost completely the pig Amanda wanted him to be, down spread-eagle practically without resistance.

Amanda then allowed Justin to recuperate a little, giving him a bit of water and halting the transformation for an hour or so. She and Christina had to get a bite to eat too. Justin was far too shocked to fully comprehend what had happened to him. He just knew that the girl he had thought the best of all, the one he had adored, had turned out to be the meanest bitch in the universe, perhaps only surpassed by that friend of hers.

After an hour the girls came back to find Justin out. They looked at the exhausted slave and immediately pressed ahead. Justin woke up to the first nice feeling in a long time. Yes his body was sore as hell and his arms and legs hurt worse than anything had ever hurt before, but the feeling from his cock was outrageously fine. As he struggled back to consciousness and opened his eyes, he saw Amanda gently licking his tool, while manipulating his balls and the shaft of his cock with her white, latex covered hands. A squeal of joy escaped his throat, before he was brought back to the full horror of his situation.
Justin’s cock surprisingly stiff, Amanda climbed onto the table and stood over Justin. She squatted down just over his member, grasping it lightly with one hand and said: “Now piggy, I’m going to give you the last orgasm you’ll enjoy for a long, long time maybe for the rest of your life.” Justin started at that, but otherwise neither said nor did anything. “I will only let you keep your balls, however, if can keep your pathetic little cock under control.” Taking out a knife and showing it to him, she continued: “But if you cum before I tell you to or get soft at any time, I’ll cut off your balls right then and there. Understood?” Justin nodded his understanding, desperate that she shouldn’t cut him.
Then he tasted heaven. Amanda let herself slide down his shaft, until it was all the way in. Amanda sighed softly while a squeal of pure delight escaped Justin. Then Amanda began bouncing gently up and down, squatting over Justin. She obviously enjoyed it, playing with her breasts as she closed her eyes, laid her head back and sighed. This made it even harder for Justin to hold back and from the first second he struggled. Feeling him begin to loose control Amanda, her eyes still closed as she fucked him leisurely, simply brandished the knife again and Justin suddenly found the necessary motivation. The fuck was endless, with Amanda cuming several times, and in the end Justin could hardly even enjoy it as all his efforts went into holding back his orgasm. Finally, after what seemed to Justin an eternity, Amanda gave him permission. It was easily the best orgasm of his life. He thrashed and jerked, the pain momentarily forgotten as he squealed with joy and shot his load.

Finally it was over and Amanda stood beside the table again. Justin hadn’t even noticed it when she had slid off him. She wiped his cock clean and the announced that they just had one more thing to do before his transformation was complete. This started with a rude shock as Christina placed an ice pack on his genitals. He gasped with shock as the cold spread through his crotch until he was shivering and his cock was tiny and shriveled. Amanda now reappeared with a small metal object in her hand. It was a very narrow tube with three holes through the side. At one end two metal strips crossed each other in what looked like a little dome. She put some kind of transparent gel on it and without further ado she began pressing it down over his cock. Not only was his cock raw from use, but the tube was impossibly narrow. Justin didn’t think it could possibly fit over his cock, but through hard work Amanda managed to press it in place over Justin’s squealing protests. When it had slipped in place it pressed most painfully against his shaft and the two metal strips pressed very unpleasantly against the head of his cock. Justin thought that was it, but given Amanda’s sadism and her thoroughness, he ought to have expected what came next. Smiling evilly she said: “Must make sure it can’t slip off.” In her hand she held a long, thick needle. Seeing it he understood, but of course he could do nothing but scream as she pierced the shaft of his cock in three places. The she pushed little bolts through each of the three holes in the chastity device so that it couldn’t be removed unless the bolts, which were secured with nuts screwed in place at the other end, were removed. While still immensely painful, it was nothing compared to what she had already subjected him to, but the humiliation and the knowledge that she would probably not allow him to cum again made Justin cry anew.

After a long and very satisfying day it was time to allow the pig to recover from his transformation. So Amanda and Christina lifted him off the table and helped him take his first steps as a pig, on all fours, and walked him to a tiny cage in the corner of the room. They forced him into it, locked the door behind him and informed him that he would have to stay in here for a week to recover before he could join the other pigs in the outdoor pigpen. There they left him, too shocked to do anything but sob a little.

After putting Justin his cage to recuperate, Amanda and Christina needed to get off. Putting Justin in his place had been outrageously satisfying, but both thought they could use some cock and Amanda had just the ticket. Amanda had been very busy lately and apart from her piggy projects, she had a couple of other pigs running around in the pen which Justin would meet soon, she had been training a very special pony boy who was now ready for delivery.
Amanda and Christina went to the stable where he was held. He had already been on his daily run and he had been washed and fed and tucked in for the night. He was quite tall, 6’ 5”, to begin with and now he had been forced to wear pony boots. These forced him to stand on his toes, with no support for his heels, and with the platforms under his front foot they added another eight inches to his height. His hands were encased in rubber mittens and his arms had been secured in a backprayer between his shoulder blades, held in place by a deceptively small leather harness around his upper body. Apart from this he wore only a collar and a jaw-wrenching ball-gag. Tucking him in for the night meant that he had had a dildo pole forced up his ass and his legs tied to the pole so he couldn’t move. His head was sealed inside a thick, black rubber hood and just to make sure that he couldn’t fall, a chain coming down from the ceiling, was secured to his upper-body harness. When he wasn’t being trained of groomed this was the position he spent all his time in.

His training was complete and he was just waiting for his new mistress to pick him up, something he of course was completely oblivious to. Amanda had made damn sure that the creep thought only about behaving as he had been trained. The pony’s training had been somewhat special since the mistress who had ordered him wanted to fuck her pony regularly. He had been chosen for his large cock and a large part of his training, once the most basic pony-stuff had been beaten into him, had been concentrated on his member. He had been trained to cum on command - and only on command. The command that had to be given for him to cum was: “You may cum, you worthless animal. Cum for me, creep.” Through long and painful training Amanda had conditioned him so well that he could only cum when given this command. If the words were in the wrong order or just a single one was missing, nothing happened. His cock could be manipulated by the best hands, the best mouth, the best pussy or the best ass, but if those words were not uttered, he wasn’t able to cum.
When Amanda had completed his training she had wanted to make sure that his conditioning worked as well as she intended, so she had devised a little test. As he stood in his tucked-in position, but without the hood so Amanda could see his reaction, she had first made him very hard. As he moved towards climax, she had simply kept up her manipulation of his cock, watching as he grew ever redder in the face and his breathing became ragged and uneven, moaning and groaning as he thought he was going to cum. After half-an-hour of moaning and still no orgasm the pony was desperate. Amanda then left him hanging only to return a short while later with a special sleeve she slipped over his cock. It was specially designed to make pulsing movements and generally worked like an exceptionally good hand-job. Most slaves fitted with one came with ten minutes or less. It had a tiny opening at the tip to which Amanda taped a small plastic bag, so that she could collect any semen that might come from an orgasm. When she turned it on, the pony was instantly returned to his state of frustration, constantly fucking but unable to cum. Then she left him.
When she returned two hours later the pony was desperate. Seeing Amanda made him scream pleas into his gag, imploring his Mistress to let him cum. Amanda merely checked that he hadn’t cum, which of course he hadn’t, and left him alone again. She returned three hours later and found him in the same state of desperation. The conditioning obviously worked. He had been screwing for more than five and half-hours without cuming and without loosing any of his hardness. Her training was a success; he couldn’t cum without the command.
Amanda could easily have either stopped the test there or let him cum, and still be called very thorough. But of course Amanda was both exceptionally thorough and an exceptionally cruel mistress. So while the sleeve still did its work, she removed his gag and gave him water. The pony was well trained enough to not speak actual words while his mistress watered him, but his horse-like sounds were pitiful and imploring. Amanda paid no heed and when she had given him water, she simply gagged him again and left him to stew, the sleeve still pulsing.
She left the pony early in the afternoon and returned late in the next morning, slightly less than twenty hours later. To her satisfaction he had still not cum and his cock was hard as ever. The pony had gone way beyond desperation. His eyes were now rolled back into his head and from his throat came a constant high-pitched keening on pure desperation. Almost all of the muscles in his body trembled from exhaustion and unfulfilled need and he only responded very slowly to her voice, reacting with an intensified screaming when she greeted him.
Amanda didn’t really want to let him cum, thinking it much better that he suffer from the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind, but she had her customer to think about. The woman had required that he actually be able to cum no matter what, so she had to test it. The pony had been having sex for almost twenty-six hours straight without cuming when Amanda said the magic words: “You may cum, you worthless animal. Cum for me, creep.” The effect on the barely conscious creature made Amanda change her mind; this was much better than keeping him unfulfilled. He came with a scream that was extremely loud considering that he was gagged. All the muscles in his body tensed and strained, his eyes standing out and all the muscles in his neck made it look like his head was going to explode. The amount of cum shooting out of his cock was truly staggering, filling up the bag in no time only to shoot the bag free of the sleeve as the pressure became too high. And still cum kept shooting out of him. The reason Amanda thought that this was better than the blue balls (which he would suffer from no matter what), was that it was clear that his orgasm was far from pleasurable. In fact he looked and sounded like he was being tortured intensely, his whole body in agony. It was most satisfying to watch and it went on for several minutes, until he was finally spent.
Amanda had spent a great deal of energy on the pony and had fixed a very good price, so she wanted to look after her investment. She removed the pony’s gag and gave the barely conscious beast food and water while he moaned with pain. Then, to make sure that he could perform as promised, she switched the sleeve on again, watching him grow hard in seconds as he began crying. Once again the pony was having sex of sort and once again he couldn’t cum. She left him like that for another ten hours before finally turning the sleeve off, this time without allowing him to cum, and left.

That had been last weekend and the mistress who was buying him had been scheduled to come and pick up her property this weekend. Unfortunately she had been held up on a business trip and so Amanda and Christina could use him as they saw fit. When they entered the stable and the pony spotted Amanda he began trembling all over. Since Amanda had already had a fuck, even if it was only the disgusting little pig Justin, she let Christina go first. Just by running her finger down the pony’s cock a single time she made him hard and that accomplished, she simply climbed onto his cock, clasping her legs around him as she fucked him for all she was worth. She could get off; she could play with the accessible parts of him and do just as she pleased without fear of the shithead cuming and getting soft. The pony was simply a long and hard masturbation aid that she could torment while she got off.

When Christina had finished playing with him, it was Amanda’s turn to play with the stupid beast. Amanda used two boxes to stand on so that she could have him slide in and out as she pleased while having better use of her hands. To the sound of the pony’s increasingly frustrated moaning, she brought her self to a series of fabulous orgasms thinking about how they had broken and transformed that creep Justin. During on of the orgasms, she pinched the pony’s nose shut, cutting off his breathing had then benefited from his increased struggling as she got her rocks off.
When they had both had their fill, they left the pony, his cock still at full mast, twitching for attention that would not be given.

After a brilliant weekend of torture and sex, Amanda and Christina returned to school the following Monday. The two very satisfied girls went to classes with renewed energy. There really was nothing like torturing a slave shit or two to pick up your spirits.
Quite a few people commented on how much of a success Amanda’s party had been and a few had even noticed that Justin had not been seen since. Few seemed to think it out of order that he hadn’t been seen since; all expected him to turn up soon. Seemingly no one had noticed that he had been with Amanda.

As it turned out one student had seen Amanda playing with Justin.

On Thursday as the girls, dressed to kill, walked down a hallway to lusty and scandalized looks from both students and teachers alike. Christina had her jet-black hair in a top ponytail, and wore a black tanktop that only just covered her chest.   If the fact that it was ultra short didn’t attract everyone’s attention, the words “The Tittie Zone” on it did.  But her it didn’t stop there.  She also wore the smallest denim mini skirt she had been able to find. When she bent over, which she did every time she had the chance to tease someone, male or female, her sexy ass was almost completely exposed.  Already one boy had already fallen down a flight of stairs and a beautiful girl had stopped dead cold and stared at her in one of the restrooms, spilling water down her front as she tried to wash her hands while ogling Christina. To finish off her outfit she wore furry boots and what looked like fishnet bicycle gloves.

Not to be outdone, Amanda dressed just jaw-droppingly sexy as Christina.  Her outfit consisted of a hot pink blouse and a blue denim skirt just a tad longer then Christina’s.  She wore white stockings reaching just above the knee, and black saddle shoes finished her outfit. Boys in the hallways got hard cocks hard instantly and more than a few had already hidden their crotches with bags and such. Christina may have caused a guy to fall down a flight of stairs, but Amanda had caused a full-blown car crash, albeit at low speed. Two drivers in the parking lot had crashed frontally while staring at her as she walked into the building. While other people ran to their aid, Amanda had laughed and run her hand seemingly accidentally across the crotch of a stud in the doorway. The guy had stopped instantly, all his attention now diverted to his monumentally hard cock. Amanda didn’t even glance back over her shoulder as she entertained a pleasant fantasy about whipping his genitals until they bled as he made him beg her to be allowed to eat her shit.

They were approached by Mrs. Morgan, the principal. First she bitched discretely about their clothes: “I’ve warned you before girls, especially you Amanda, that you are dressed far too provocatively for school standards. This is your second warning girls. Poor Mr. Rogers was nearly drooling when he left the two of you this morning.” Looking appropriately contrite both Amanda and Christina promised to behave better in the future; to dress differently. And at least Amanda meant it. She had another outfit ready with even more skin showing. How could they complain? It was different.
Then Mrs. Morgan changed the subject: “I heard you had a party that                                                                                                      Justin attended this Saturday?” Amanda nodded, that indeed she had had a party. Mrs. Morgan continued: “Do you know where is now? Nobody seems to have seen him since that party.” Amanda looked very worried as she answered: “No Mrs. Morgan, we haven’t seen him. I remember seeing him at the party, but I didn’t talk to him and I didn’t see him leave.” Mrs. Morgan nodded and thanked them before she left. When she was out of earshot Christina remarked: “Damn girl, you are one fine liar.” Amanda smiled broadly as she looked at her friend and said: “Why my dear friend, I am sure that I have no idea what you are talking about.” Then they burst out laughing.
Their laughter did not last long, as a voice could be heard behind them: “You are a lying bitch Amanda. I saw you playing with Justin, practically giving him a handjob at the party, you lying slut.” Amanda spun around to see Lauren standing right behind her with a look of triumph on her face as she continued: “I don’t know what you did to him, but I’m going to make sure that everyone knows that it was you who saw him last.”
Lauren was a very pretty girl and she threatened Amanda a little.  She had bleached blonde hair that reached just past her shoulders and had gorgeous gray eyes.  She was about the same size as Christina and very fit.  She was also the head of the cheerleading squad, something which annoyed Amanda quite a bit.

Amanda immediately chose the offensive: "Oh sweet, precious Lauren.  Was somebody perhaps a tad wasted at my poor little party?  You may think that you saw me with him, but it’s all in your tiny, little mind.  Your pretty face was in the toilet for so much that night.  You were so drunk that it’s a fucking miracle you’re still able to stand straight, that’s what you were sweetie. You saw nothing.  Everybody there knows you were wasted."  Lauren seemed a little intimidated by this, but she still had some steam left: "That’s it I’m telling Miss Morgan you lied to her." 
She turned to walk away, but before she could Amanda grabbed her by the arm.  "Listen and listen well, bitch.  I’m the captain of the girls soccer seam and a straight A student.  If you tell Miss Morgan, I will just deny it, telling her how drunk you were. And while I’m at it, perhaps I’ll mention to her that a certain cheerleader captain’s grades have dropped below average." Amanda’s voice was quite stern as she locked eyes with Lauren.  "Remember; I’ve got one on you, bimbo." She let go of Lauren’s arm, the other girl stepping away with a scared look on her face. Lauren glared at Amanda, hardly taking her eyes off her as she walked to her class.

The confrontation made Amanda loose her appetite and she went outside together with Christina. The two girls stood in the stands watching the guy’s phys ed class.  The guys became such clumsy fools as they stared at the two dazzling beauties in the stands.

"Think she knows?" Amanda asked Christina a little uncertainly.  "Nah, don’t worry about it.  There was so much alcohol at that party that nobody will remember what happened.  If she does speak up, I’m sure no one else can. Most likely they’ll say that she’s mistaking you for Michelle, whom everybody remembers from that party. Just relax." Christina replied putting an arm around Amanda.  "You’re right,” Amanda said with a wicked smile. “Now let’s tease these pervs." Then both girls uncrossed their legs, watching the guys become fools as they tried to play football while catching a glimpse of the two sexpots.

The rest of the week flew by incredibly fast and before the girls could blink it was Friday.  They were only waiting for the class to end so they could get to the very last class before the weekend began. This weekend was going to be just as great as the last one, with plenty of new torture planned for Justin, or Piggy as Amanda had begun thinking of him. It was going to be fantastic; a whole weekend of sport together with Christina. Amanda thought that nothing could go ruin the day. However, Amanda did not know that fate was about to throw her a curve.

The bell rang signaling the end of class, giving them 2 minutes to change classes.  Amanda sprang out of her seat and headed out of the room as fast as she could.  She moved a little too quickly and didn’t notice that an envelope fell out of her bag.

Lauren was the last to leave and the only one to see the envelope.  "What’s this," she thought as she picked it up. Being a truly nosy bitch she began to open it.  The envelope contained a handful of the best pictures of last weekend’s sport; pictures which Amanda had been meaning to give Christina as a present. Christina had taken most of them as Amanda did most of the torturing, but Amanda had had hard copies made for her friend.
The first picture was one of Justin lying bound in the trunk of Amanda’s car, Amanda’s dirty underwear stuffed into his mouth and his scrotum stretched to the max by the string attached to the lid of the car.
The second picture was of Justin strapped to the steel table, the third of him screaming while his feet were being broken and the fourth was of him screaming while his legs were being sealed up. The fifth was by far the best and momentarily stopped Lauren cold. While she never admitted it to herself, it turned her on something awful. The picture, taken from the side of the table, was of Justin, his transformation now complete, still strapped to the table. Her fabulous legs planted on either side of him, Amanda could be seen sliding down on his cock with a look of sadistic pleasure on her face. The look on Justin’s face was one of mindless, incoherent and absolute pleasure in submission.
Along with the pictures was a little thank-you note, among other things remarking how well their plan to abduct the little shit at the party had gone. As she read it Lauren thought: “Yes! The bitch is mine now.”

At 3:25pm the final bell rang the day out and Amanda and Christina raced to their lockers.  Finally the weekend was here and nothing could stop them from heading back out to the farm. But just as Amanda reached her locker, she saw Lauren standing there with a sly grin on her face.  "Outta my way, bitch. I’ve got a hot weekend planned," Amanda snapped as she opened her locker.

Smiling Lauren said: "Oh Amanda. You missing something?" She dangled an envelope in front of her face before turning around. "I’ve got you now Amanda, now I am going to show these to Miss Morgan," she laughed.  "Gimme that!" Amanda yelled and attempted to get the envelope from Lauren.  "NEVER!" laughed Lauren as she began walking down the hallway. 
Thinking fast Amanda blurted out: "I got an email from Paul today. He’s hitting on me big time."  That stopped Lauren in her tracks.  "What?!" she cried in shock. 
Paul was Lauren’s boyfriend and had disappeared while on vacation a couple of months ago.  Lauren was bewildered and fumbled for words. "You couldn't of… he’s ...You’re serious!" she finished with an incredulous look on her face.
"Indeed I am," Amanda said nodding with mounting self-confidence as she saw that she was close to getting Lauren in her net. "I’ll make you a promise,” she continued. “Give me back my photos and I’ll show you the email Paul sent me, plus I’ll stop messing with him."  Lauren looked unsure.  "I don't know," she said doubtfully.  "He wrote a little poem for in it. Couldn’t see if it was for you or me," Amanda said, knowing that Lauren loved all the beautiful poems Paul wrote for her, saving and treasuring all of them.  The poem did it and Lauren blurted out: "OK show me the email."
Amanda knew that she had to prepare a little something for the slut, so she stalled for time: "Not now.  Come to my place around 6:00pm tonight and I’ll show it to you.  It’s in my mailbox.  I will make you a deal too.  Bring the photos with you. If I lie you can show the photos to Miss Morgan. OK?" Already convinced Lauren said “fine" as she walked away.

It was a long wait as Christina sat with Amanda in her room.  Amanda was furious with herself for leaving the envelope. She had had make a deal with the head of the cheerleaders.  The one girl she hated and despised the most. But she had a plan.  A plan that would fix Lauren, but good.  Six o’clock finally came around and the doorbell rang.  "OK Chris. Let’s finish this bitch," Amanda told Christina as they went downstairs.  Christina went out the backdoor and snuck around the house while Amanda answered the door holding a white envelope.

"Got the photos?” Amanda said as Lauren showed her the photos. "Got the email?"  was Lauren’s reply. Amanda handed Lauren the envelope and snatched her photos back.  Just as Lauren was about to open her envelope Christina appeared behind her and jabbed her ass with a syringe filled with a strong sedative.  Instantly Lauren cried out. “Hey! What the hell are you doing bitch?” she said as she turned to confront Christina, who had an evil smirk on her face. She was just about to begin screaming and yelling as she realized what was going on, but the sedative beat her to the punch. As she opened her mouth, she briefly lost her balance and steadied herself against the doorframe.  She tried to speak, but all that came out was a low, wordless mumble.
Being very helpful girls, Amanda and Christina grabbed poor Lauren under her arms and led the mumbling slut to Amanda’s car. “There, there poor little bimbo,” Amanda began, “Let me take care of you. I promise that you‘ll meet Paul… while getting the biggest surprise of your sorry little life.” They had reached the car and opened the trunk and Lauren was almost unconscious as they threw her into the trunk. They secured her in much the same way as Justin had been secured. The final touch, right before Lauren lost consciousness, was her gag. Again Amanda had chosen to use a pair of her old, soiled panties, but this time she had wiped her ass in them also – just to spice things up for Lauren. The look of disgust on Lauren’s face as she tasted Amanda’s ass just before passing out was absolutely priceless.

As for Amanda and Christina, they had already packed their things and now simply got into the car and drove off to the farm. Amanda had planned on torturing Justin for the whole weekend, but that bitch Lauren had now ruined that plan. So both Amanda and Christina were determined that Lauren should pay for what she had done. They had barely left the parking lot before beginning the planning and by the time they had reached the farm the plans were not only complete, but they were so good that neither Amanda nor Christina regretted that they’d effectively miss a day of sport with Justin. Piggy would get what was coming to him in due time, but before that could happen they were both sure that the slut would provide many hours of entertainment.

When they opened the trunk, the two yard dogs greeting them with excited barking, Lauren was still out. Amanda went off to fetch a cart while Christina took some time to play with the two mindless animals. First she took the male’s member in her hand, making him hard in seconds and reducing him to a panting wreck only waiting to cum, the rest of the world a senseless blur. When he was good and hard, she tied a piece of string around the base of his cock, making sure that he would stay hard. Then she had the bitch come over. Looking into the bitch’s eyes Christina could see that she, unlike the male, understood that this was not the way she was supposed to behave, that her situation was wrong and twisted. She knew some of what was happening to her, but was unable to resist her extremely horny dog-like urges due to her long and brutal conditioning. Christina made the bitch helplessly horny by inserting two fingers into her pussy and sliding them in and out a few times. Both dogs now ready to mate Christina had the male mount the bitch from behind, provoking excited howls of pleasure from them both. But of course the purpose wasn’t for the beasts to have fun. It was for Christina to have fun. So once the fucking had started in earnest, Christina took a step back and kicked the male in the balls – hard. He howled with pain, but with his cock still hard and Christina stopping him from jumping off the bitch’s back, he had no option but to keep fucking. Christina then waited for a minute until he had found his rhythm before kicking him again. When Amanda returned with a cart for the slut in the trunk, she had kicked him seven times in the balls and they had swelled up to the size of tennis balls. The bitch was almost oblivious to the torture but the male was moaning with pain as he kept on fucking her. Christina wouldn’t let him stop and his cock was still hard, so he just fucked on no matter how painful it was.

With Amanda there Christina didn’t have time to carry on with the game, variations of which she had played many times with these two, and she finished by removing the string from around the male’s cock and kicking him again. This time he was unable to remain hard and to the bitch’s disappointed howls he slid to the ground moaning with pain, his cock limp and his balls still swelling.

Seeing this Amanda laughed before both turned their attention to Lauren. They untied her and lifted her lifeless form onto the cart Amanda had brought. Then they carted her off to one of the many holding facilities and dumped her in a cage, her gag still in place, before calling it a night.

Morning came and Lauren awoke in a cage.  "What the fuck,” she thought as she saw Amanda and Christina standing over her outside the cage. As always both were dressed to kill, Amanda in a full-body black leather suit open at the crotch, matched by black leather boots laced all the way up the knees and with five-inch heels.  Her hands were covered in black rubber gloves and she sported a wicked bullwhip in her belt, as well as several other implements of torture. In her hair was a pretty white flower providing a beautiful and very sexy contrast to her black outfit. Amanda looked both very pleased and very pissed off and Lauren knew that this couldn’t be good news for her.
Christina had chosen a similar outfit to Amanda, only hers was red; red suit, red boots, red gloves. From her belt hung not a whip, but an evil looking riding crop. Whereas Amanda looked pissed off as well as pleased, Christina looked extremely pleased, like a girl looking forward to receiving a nice gift. Lauren couldn’t quite decide which was boded the worst for her, she just knew that neither look could mean good things for her.

"Well, you came across our little secret cunt, and we can't have our secrets exposed and ruined, now can we?" Christina asked the caged girl, who hadn’t even thought about removing the foul gag in her mouth. “No of course we can’t, Christina,” Amanda chimed in and turned to Lauren, “and we’ve got a few surprises for you Lauren.  If you cooperate you won’t get hurt, but if you try to resist you’ll pay for it."

Amanda then opened the cage, and let out Lauren to stand uneasily in front of them.  "Arms in front, pussy meat," Amanda snapped.  Lauren’s face instantly turned red and quickly did as she was told.  Then Amanda attached stainless steel shackles to her hands and locked them in place.  While Amanda was locking the shackles, Christina used a pair of scissors to cut away Lauren’s clothes.  The girls laughed as the clothes fell to the floor, leaving a naked and cringing Lauren exposed in front of her tormentors. "Oh my god! The filthy cunt smells like a fish market," Amanda laughed.  This made Christina howl with laughter and Lauren blush visibly as she tried to shrink away further from the two doms. Smiling evilly Amanda then grabbed Lauren by the hair and pulled head close. She laid her hand over Lauren’s gagged mouth and whispered: “You should know, you air-headed slut, that I’ve wiped my ass in the panties in your mouth – before pissing on them. Hope you enjoy the taste.” At this Lauren began screaming and struggling to get the dirty panties out, but of course Amanda effectively prevented that with her hand.  Lauren’s struggles continued until Christina began whipping her ass, shouting at her that if she resisted anymore she’d be whipped to shreds. Finally Lauren, now crying with humiliation gave up the fight and allowed herself to be led away by Amanda and Christina, her disgusting gag still in place.

The two girls led Lauren outside briefly only to head into a barn.  They attached the shackles to a chain and used a winch to pull Lauren’s arms up over head until she stood on the tips of her toes. Christina smiled broadly at Amanda.  "Shall we?" she asked Amanda, who replied with an equally broad smile: "Indeed we shall my dear." Christina hung her riding crop back in her belt and grabbed a bullwhip like Amanda’s.  Then they began whipping the helpless cheerleader, Amanda striking her back and Christina concentrating her efforts on Lauren’s belly. Not that it made much difference from which side they struck as the whips curled around Lauren’s helpless twisting body, but it was easier that way, giving them more space to swing their respective whips. After a short while they found their stride, a vicious rhythm of powerful blows covering Lauren’s screaming and thrashing body with one bloody welt after another.

The pain was unbelievable for Lauren as she twisted in her bonds, screaming so much that her filthy gag was eventually forced out of her mouth. Not that Amanda or Christina minded much. It was good to hear the bitch scream. As Lauren swung from the chain, she tried begging her tormentors to stop, crying out that they had promised not to hurt her if she cooperated. This only made Amanda laugh, but she did stop briefly and leaned in to whisper in Lauren’s ear: “You think this is hurting you? This is barely touching you and we’ve only just started.” Lauren sobbed at hearing this, but she began screaming when Amanda continued: “Oh, and I lied about not hurting you. We’re gonna hurt you plenty.” Then they resumed the whipping.
All too soon Lauren hung limply in her bonds, all screamed out (or so she thought) with little sport left in her. Of course it was a bit boring whipping a limp cunt like Lauren, but the whipping had only been intended as a warm-up to the main attraction so the girls took her down.

Once she was down Amanda grabbed the chain connecting her hands and used it to guide the crying cheerleader out of the barn. Amanda and Christina led Lauren over to the pigpen, so that she could see for herself what went on at the farm.

The pigpen was a large and muddy fenced-in area. Inside it all the farm’s pigs were kept, those who had once been human, simply called “pigs”, as well as those born real pigs, or “naturals” as Amanda called them. At the time there were about twenty-five pigs at the farm; fifteen naturals and ten pigs. Of the pigs only two were female and the rest were male. It was somewhat different for the naturals. There were no sows among them, only boars. The reason was simple: unlike the pigs they were not there to be tortured or butchered or anything like that, but to fuck the pigs. The naturals had been selected for their size, both body and cock, and their insatiable sexual appetite. Furthermore they were trained to fuck as often and as brutally as possible, and since there were more naturals than pigs, the pigs rarely had a moment’s peace. They were constantly being chased by the naturals and fucked brutally.

Lauren had trouble believing what she saw: in the pen nine human beings, bound in exactly the same way as Justin had been in the pictures she had seen, were being fucked by real pigs. Most screaming, or rather squealing, with pain and humiliation, but two of them actually seeming to be enjoying themselves.
Only Justin was not among those being fucked. He was isolated in a little enclosure at the edge of the pen, waiting for Amanda and Christina to give him the final treatment before being released to the pen. He stood completely frozen with terror as he looked at what would happen to him very shortly. The day they staff at the farm had led him to the pen, he had lost control of both his bladder and his bowel from pure fear. Seeing Amanda and Christina leading a pretty, but very badly beaten girl past the pen once again made him loose bladder control from fear. He knew that Amanda’s presence could only mean pain and humiliation for him.

Amanda forced Lauren to look at what went on, forced her to see how the naturals often simply switched places, giving the pigs only seconds to recover before the next fucking began. Lauren was already terrified when Amanda whispered sweetly in her ear: “Do you want me to turn you into a pig dear? It looks like it’s your thing.” Lauren gasped with terror as Amanda continued: “As you can see they get fucked pretty much all day long. When it’s time to eat the handlers have to separate the naturals from pigs. Otherwise they wouldn’t get time to eat. Before we realized that, the first ones nearly starved to death.” Lauren had begun sobbing loudly, a sound so beautiful to Amanda that she went on: ”Most get fucked up the ass so much that their sphincters are permanently damaged.” Lauren halted her sobbing, unsure of what “sphincter” meant. So Amanda clarified: “They can’t hold onto their shit anymore. It simply falls out of them.” This little piece of information made Lauren cry anew and Amanda and Christina decided that it was time to move on to the main attraction, but first Amanda to Lauren: “Now we’d better move on, slut. Looks like the sight of all those fine pig dicks has made you horny. Filthy pervert!” As Lauren’s face turned red and she turned it away, Amanda and Christina laughed out loud.

Before taking Lauren to her destination the showed her Justin. He looked terrified and of course she did too, but she wasn’t shocked anymore, just horrified.
Their next destination was a grass-covered field surrounded by yet another fence. Near the edge of the field was a large wooden crate standing on its own. Amanda and Christina led the surprisingly docile Lauren to the crate and pushed her down so that she lay on her stomach across the crate. Temporarily releasing her hands, they secured her to the crate using steel bands, which they fastened by nailing them to the crate on either side of the arm or leg being secured. They placed the bands across her wrists and just above her knees and they fastened them so tightly that Lauren’s hands and legs soon began to turn an unhealthy shade of blue.

Lauren was nearly paralyzed with fear, but had no clue as to what Amanda had planned for her. Ever the kind and considerate, Amanda knelt down to explain, but first she took a magic marker and wrote something across Lauren’s forehead, holding her tightly by her hair. The she spoke: “I know that a slut like you just loves to get a big, hard cock hammered up her snatch. Everyone knows that you are just a completely shameless cock-hound.” Amanda smiled sweetly and paused briefly before continuing: “So being a nice person I’ve arranged for you to get plenty of nice hard cock. Big cocks, too. Very big.” Lauren looked very alarmed now so Amanda filled her in: “The words I wrote on your forehead were “Horse fucker”. And look: Christina’s bringing the first one now.” Eyes wide Lauren turned her head and saw that Christina was indeed bringing a very large stallion. And judging from the thing showing clearly between its legs, it was looking forward to meeting Lauren, as if it knew just what a slut she was. When Lauren saw its cock she screamed. Easily as thick and long as a body-builder’s arm, she was sure that it would kill her. Amanda thought that watching Lauren getting screwed by the horses (more were lined up) was going to be great fun.

To make sure that Lauren wasn’t thrown around as the horse pounded her, Amanda and Christina had filled the crate up with sacks of cement. So now, as the horse entered the screaming Lauren, the crate and Lauren didn’t move an inch, thus making sure that Lauren took all of it up her cunt. Lauren’s screams were very loud and most satisfying as the stallions forced its way in, but as it filled her up her screams turned to first to moans, then to gasping as her face contorted in nearly silent agony.
Amanda didn’t want to miss a thing so she had placed a camcorder on a tripod, recording everything that happened to Lauren. Meanwhile Christina was taking one photograph after another, so Amanda didn’t really have anything to do. But of course the situation was intensely arousing so Amanda’s hands soon found their way to her crotch and her breasts. Soon her index finger was up her pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit. Her other hand had slipped inside her leather outfit and was playing with her breasts. Watching Lauren being fucked by the big horse got her off long before the horse came, shooting a load so big that it sprayed out around its cock while it was still inside Lauren.

As the horse withdrew Lauren again able to breathe normally and she promptly started to scream, only this time her screams were weaker.

After only a few minutes Christina brought the second stallion, sending Lauren into a bout of begging and crying, to which Amanda paid absolutely no heed. This one was just as big as the first one and soon all that could be heard were the sounds of Lauren’s gasping, the clicks from Christina’s camera and the soft sound of Amanda’s moaning as she came again.

This one shot almost as much cum up Lauren as the first one and it withdrew with a wet, slurping “pop” to accompany Lauren’s weak screams. This time Lauren was allowed almost five minutes of rest as Christina, humming a happy tune, brought the next horse, a stallion with a cock so big that even Amanda had to look twice. Lauren still tried to plead for Amanda to stop, but Amanda just laughed in her face. It was clear that the fuckings were damaging Lauren badly, which was just as Amanda had planned it.

The third horse fucking was even more brutal than the previous two and damaged Lauren just as much as it got Amanda off. By now Christina had put down her camera and the two girls were kissing and caressing each other as they watched Lauren being fucked by the huge stallion.

After a while Amanda and Christina returned their full attention to Lauren. Lauren was in very bad shape and she didn’t scream anymore. Amanda and Christina, however, had a few more things they wanted to subject the slut to. Christina checked that the camcorder was still working properly and the picked up her camera. Amanda went around to face Lauren and said: “You have a chance to get out of this if you perform well in your next task, understood?” This wasn’t true, but then the slut didn’t deserve any better. Lauren nodded eagerly and waited for Amanda’s command. “I want a good, long and very, very thorough rim-job form you, my little bitch.” Amanda said, “And it had better be the best rim-job ever given if you are to get out of this. Get it?” By the horrified look on Lauren’s face she did indeed understand, but the prospect clearly sickened her. Nonetheless she nodded her agreement and stuck her tongue out a tiny bit. This made Amanda laugh out loud as she turned around and stuck her ass into Lauren’s face, her buttocks flatteringly exposed through an opening in her black leather outfit.

A small hopeless whine escaped Lauren before Amanda pushed her gorgeous ass into her face and Lauren’s work began. As expected it was disgusting and at first she moved her tongue very hesitantly. Then she remembered that Amanda had said that she might be let go if she did a proper job. Her tongue began licking Amanda’s ass properly, moving back and forth, and finding all the cracks. Amanda had to admit that the bitch was surprisingly good at it and she was soon turned on something awful, both by the rim-job itself but of course also by the wonderful feeling of control over the stupid, meddling slut, the feeling of giving her what she deserved.
Amanda began touching herself, closing her eyes and throwing back her head as her arousal mounted. Christina, meanwhile, was taking pictures of the scene: Lauren’s face buried in Amanda’s ass and Amanda who was moaning ever louder as she got off. Christina was secretly surprised at the speed and dexterity of Amanda’s hands and fingers, moving on autopilot and bringing her from one loudly moaned orgasm after another. Christina knew that the pictures were going to be great, as were all her pictures of Amanda. She now only needed some where Amanda was tied up, perhaps with a nice, red ass too.

Looking up from the camera Christina saw that Amanda had pulled her ass away from Lauren’s face. While Amanda had a wide, relaxed and satisfied smile on her face, Lauren’s was filled with humiliated hope. Leaving Lauren with her false hope, Amanda and Christina walked away only to come back soon after. They came from behind, so that Lauren could not see them and Amanda left Christina to hold the two horses they had brought as she went around to Lauren’s face. She looked the very worn horse fucker in the face and said: “Remember how you were wondering what had happened to your boyfriend Paul and how I said I knew something? Well, I know exactly where he is.” Amanda signaled to Christina who sent one of her horses running around to Amanda’s side.

The pony that ran to Amanda’s side was Paul, Lauren’s former boyfriend. He had never gone on any trip, at least not on a very long trip. He had simply and very ill advised, fallen for a very sexily delivered invitation from Christina who had gotten a request for a guy like Paul. Drugging the big oaf had been very easy and turning the asshole into a pony had been almost too easy. A lot of pain and a few select orgasms and he was completely docile, breaking with almost absurd ease.
He no longer had any arms and his feet were permanently trapped in black plastic boots, ending with real horseshoes that forced him to walk on the tips of his toes. Around his neck was a high neck corset forcing him to look straight ahead and his mouth was shut by a huge, black ball placed on a rod, which in turn was connected to whatever reins that might control him. His hair had been cut in a Mohawk and braided like a show horse’s mane. His training was complete and in a few days his new owner was coming to get him. It was going to be rude and most unpleasant shock for the poor guy. Paul had never had any homosexual fantasies he could remember and after being trained by Christina he was hopelessly in love with her and the extremely rare touch of her rubber-clad hands made him wail with joy. But the man who had ordered him, had ordered the specifics of his transformation, including the fact that Paul did not have even the slightest homosexual tendencies, was an extremely brutal gay. Christina knew that Paul would spend the rest of his life being fucked at both ends by other men. This naturally meant that his teeth had been removed, but what did Christina care?

As for now Paul clearly recognized Lauren, but obviously only had eyes for his mistress, his cock already embarrassingly hard. As for Lauren she too had recognized Paul and she now used her last strength to yell at Amanda: “You bitch! You evil cunt! I’m going to fucking kill you!” Amanda merely smiled and grabbed Lauren’s hair with one hand and said: “No you’re not, you stupid cunt, but I promise you that this is the end of you.” Then, with two quick pulls, she ripped out Lauren’s earrings, causing a surprising amount of blood to course down Lauren’s neck. Lauren opened her mouth to scream, but Christina had been busy and positioned Paul on his knees so that the second she opened her mouth his needy member was shoved down her throat. With a look of pure and ignorant bliss Paul began fucking his former girlfriends face, while casting loving looks at his cruel mistress. She in turn carefully bent his upper body forward so that he now lay in over Lauren’s back. It wasn’t a very comfortable position and fucking Lauren was very hard, but Paul was very needy and besides, it was the only way in which there was room for the horse fucking Lauren’s other end. This one had the biggest cock yet, the size of which Amanda frankly had trouble believing. Where did Christina find these animals?

The fucking was clearly killing Lauren, just as Amanda had intended. Lauren’s eyes were huge and disbelieving, but no sound came as the mindlessly fucking Paul filled her throat. Eventually, after several minutes of intense fucking and desperate struggles to breathe, her breath being hindered both by the cock in her throat and the one pressing against her lungs from behind, Lauren’s eyes rolled back and her body spasmed weakly a few times before going limp. The spasms sent both the horse and the pony over the edge and with each a different groan they shot their loads into the dead cheerleader. The force of Paul’s orgasm was such that his cum actually sprayed out Lauren’s nostrils, something both Amanda and Christina could have sworn was impossible.

As the horse withdrew Paul remained slumped over the body of his dead girlfriend, a look of bliss on his face. On Christina’s command he got to his feet and high-stepped over to his mistress. Amanda had one more piece of business with Lauren. She walked over to the dead slut, cum and blood leaking from both her ends, and cut off all the hair on her head. “A little trophy. Now I have the “head” of the cheerleading squad,” she said to Christina’s chuckles. With that Amanda was done with Lauren and simply left her in the field, her limp form still secured to the crate. The farm hands would take care of her soon enough. Putting the hair in a zip-lock bag, Amanda hurried to catch up with Christina, who was leading Paul to the stable, where they tied him up and stowed him in a box to be shipped to his new owner when morning came.

Amanda woke up the next morning feeling fantastic. She had slept very well indeed and now she and Christina were going to have a great time torturing Justin. It looked like it was going to be another fine day.

Amanda had chosen their outfits for the day’s activities and she though that she had chosen extremely well. Both girls wore black cowboy boots with pointy, steel capped toes and high, chunky heels, also equipped with steel caps. Both wore absolutely tiny cut-off jeans; shorts that were so small they could almost qualify as sturdy G-strings. Amanda looked at Christina’s perfect ass, the globes of which were clearly exposed and knew that her own equally gorgeous ass was similarly exposed. Reinforcing the cowgirl look both wore chaps covering their thighs and lower legs in tight cowhide, still bearing the original black and white markings. For tops Amanda had chosen simple bras. Or maybe not so simple. Christina’s was an obviously expensive black, silk bra holding her breast to her definite advantage. As for herself, Amanda had chosen a more daring thing; tinny triangles of black leather covered her nipples, if not much else. They were, rather needlessly one could say, held in place by thin leather straps and served mostly to accentuate Amanda’s perfect breasts.
The crowning touches were of course cowboy hats, leather gloves and whips to match. Justin was going to have a very hard time.

Justin was still sequestered in his very own little pigpen right next to the large pen where all the other piggies ran around. The naturals had noticed his presence and since they, unlike the pigs, were intelligent animals, they knew that he would soon be theirs for the taking. One huge boar in particular seemed to be casting him dirty looks, something that terrified Justin.
But for now this was forgotten as Amanda and Christina turned up at his enclosure. They had brought a lot of gear, something that couldn’t be good for Justin, but he hardly noticed. In spite of the fact that Amanda had hurt him worse than anyone had ever done before or was ever likely to do, he couldn’t help but find her devastatingly sexy. As she and her equally sexy friend turned up in their cowgirl outfits Justin felt how his cock tried desperately to get hard, only to be reined in by the pain from his brutal chastity device. In the days since his enslavement this was what had caused him the most grief. He woke up at night after some wet dream about Amanda sliding down hos shaft, the pain in his member a brutal reminder of his new status.

Now he watched them set up their gear with real trepidation. The most conspicuous item was a large grill, which the girls immediately lit. After starting the fire they put what could only be a branding iron into the grill. Then they picked up a collection of sturdy straps and turned their attention to Justin, who looked very scared.

Smiling wickedly Amanda approached Justin and said: “It’s time you took your place among the other little piggies in the pen, don’t you think?” The only reply Justin could deliver was of course a squeal, so Amanda continued: “But before you can assume your position in the pen there are a few things we need to do; small, necessary preparations. Painful for you yes, but most pleasurable for us. And after all you don’t matter, now do you piggy?” To this Justin could only squeal pathetically, making the cruel cowgirls snicker. After a laugh they went to work. The pen Justin was held in was quite small and it was very easy to tie his arms and legs, still folded of course, to the sides of the pen. Amanda and Christina tied his limbs so wide that spreading them any wider would result in Justin being forced to lie on his stomach.

Since the branding iron wasn’t hot enough yet, the girls began elsewhere. First they put a broad and surprisingly thick collar around his neck. Showing him a remote control they demonstrated its function at once. The collar was a shock collar and when the remote was pressed Justin was sent into silent spasms of pain. It wasn’t until the current stopped that he was able to squeal in pain. Amanda and Christina tested it a few times before moving on to the next thing. This was also a shock collar, only much smaller but with a bigger effect. Amanda, carefully wrapping it around Justin’s scrotum, put the little shock collar in place. Justin, who could not see what Amanda was doing but merely felt her skilled fingers on his genitals, emitted a small, disappointed squeal as she removed her hands and then got a very nasty surprise when she tested the device. The pain was terrible, as was his complete loss of bladder control. He wowed that he would do anything to avoid being shocked there again, which was a futile thought since Amanda would gladly shock him just for fun.

It was almost time for the main attraction now and Christina had decided that she would literally ride it out while Amanda did the actual branding. Christina jumped onto Justin’s back, straddling him while grabbing his head with both hands, her fingers holding on to the sides of his forcibly open mouth. As she put her weight on him his limbs collapsed under him and he landed on his belly. Seeing this Amanda tightened the straps and then went to fetch the branding iron. She took the red-hot iron from the coals and looked at it. When pressed against Justin’s flesh it would leave a mark with the words “A’s pet”. Granted, it was a rather large brand, but then again Amanda’s concern was not for Justin’s well being.
As she turned around she saw that not only was Christina getting into it, taunting Justin as she rode his back, going nowhere, but Justin seemed to be trying to get something out of it too. Absurdly the pig was actually trying to hump the mud he lay in. Much to Amanda and Christina’s amusement his hips were doing little thrusting movements as if he was actually fucking the mud. “Trying to get laid piggy?” Amanda asked him tauntingly. Then she pressed the red-hot iron against his right but-cheek. The result was most satisfying. Justin screamed louder than Amanda would have thought possible in his squealing pig voice. He thrashed and bucked beneath Christina, but didn’t have nearly enough freedom or strength to throw her off. Amanda kept up the pressure for a long, enjoying the sounds from Justin and from the branding iron sizzling against the little pig flesh. She could also smell his skin burning, a smell not unlike frying bacon.

When she finally removed the branding iron the letters were imprinted indelibly on Justin’s skin. Justin still thrashed a little and his screaming had not yet diminished. Amanda put the iron back on the grill and made sure that the camcorder she had set up before the branding began still worked properly. The recording had gone perfectly. In the background she could hear Justin’s squealing fading. After a few minutes of waiting she checked back on the iron. It was red-hot again and it was time for Justin’s other cheek. Incredibly he had resumed his mud humping, something that made both girls giggle. Again she caught him completely by surprise and again evoking a lot of fine squealing and thrashing. It really was most satisfying to watch the creep scream and buck.

Finally he had calmed down and it was time to introduce him to his new lifestyle. Removing the straps holding him, they helped him stand again. His limbs were shaky and he was sobbing but through the mud a drop of pre-cum could be seen on his cock, proof that he really had been enjoying at least Christina’s riding him. Christina now opened the gate leading to the pigpen and then she showed him the way. At first he wouldn’t go. He may have been badly shaken and in a lot of pain from the branding, but he still feared what would happen in the pigpen. Already the naturals were looking hungrily at him. Looking back over his shoulder he signaled his refusal to go, but of course Amanda would have none of it. She used his newly installed shock collars three times to insure his obedience. First a shock to his balls, then one to his throat and finally a very long one for his balls again. Justin flew out of the pen, determined not to disobey his mistress again. As the gate closed behind him, he got the first taste of his new life. The biggest boar in the pigpen was waiting for him and it clearly knew what it wanted: Justin’s virgin ass. Justin tried to escape, to run, to turn away, to fight but nothing helped. Soon the huge pig was fucking him, taking him up the ass. It was very painful and more than a little humiliating, especially since he could see Amanda and Christina standing outside the pen, pointing fingers and laughing at him.

Amanda and Christina really were having a good time watching him getting brutally fucked by the biggest pig in the pen. It was almost as amusing to see that a line of sorts was forming, boars who wanted a piece of the action. It was almost too much. Already Christina’s hands were finding all the right places on her body her she was trying desperately to do the same for Christina. “Come,” Christina whispered in Amanda’s ear as she took her hand, “we need somewhere private.” With that they left Justin to get acquainted with his new friends.

When Amanda and Christina left the farm that night so that they could be in school the next day, they passed by the pigpen to pick up their camcorder and to see how Justin was doing. Not surprisingly he was still being fucked and when he saw the girls he started to squeal louder, as if to appeal for help. This inspired a new round of pointing and laughing, but no reprieve. The girls simply got in Amanda’s car and drove off as yet another huge pig cock entered Justin.

Back at school the Amanda settled into a new routine. Every other day she would drive out to the farm to check on Justin and to train him, making him more and more pig-like for every time she saw him.

As for Christina, she had several new projects. The first was the ensnaring of a very small and timid chemistry major. Soon he would be reduced to a sexy shemale maid to serve a very demanding lady, but so far he just thought that he was incredibly lucky that Christina had kissed him twice. He had no suspicions regarding the weekend trip she had just proposed. Actually Christina suspected that he might enjoy slavery quite a bit. Having grabbed more than a few by now she knew what to look for and this would most probably love slavery – after proper training of course.
Her other project was Professor Atherton. She had proven to be a repressed lesbian, just as Amanda had predicted and she was taking to the lash quite nicely too. When Christina’s whip found her ample ass, she moaned with passion. Just how she was going to exploit the fact that one of the faculty was calling her “mistress” she didn’t know yet, but she was quite sure that her grades in Professor Atherton’s calls were going to be remarkable no matter what she did.

Amanda’s training of Justin was predictably brutal, reducing him more and more every time she visited him. She would call him into the little side pen so that she could have him undisturbed by the pigs that wanted to fuck him. At first he had been reluctant to come, knowing that whatever she wanted to do to him it couldn’t be pleasant. Quick and brutal use of the shock collars had cured him of the delusion that he had a choice in the matter.

Once in the side pen Amanda tied him, securing his limbs so that he couldn’t move around. Making him more pig-like meant reducing his intelligence. She did this in three ways. The first and least satisfying way was to inject him with substances that gradually made him dumber and dumber. This caused him no pain or even substantial discomfort, so she didn’t employ that very often. Justin might have disagreed on whether or not it caused him discomfort as it made him extremely nauseous, but his opinion didn’t count.
The second way of making him dumber was breathplay. Amanda just loved to seal Justin’s head inside a plastic bag and watch him grow more and more desperate, thrashing and convulsing until he finally passed out. This method required a long time to work properly, but it could be combined with so many other forms of torture, among them playing with his cock, temporarily freed, without letting him cum of course, and was Amanda’s preferred method. The fact that getting his chastity device on and off was extremely painful and usually required several tries due to the rods piercing his cock didn’t make it any less fun for Amanda, although the same could not be said for Justin.

The third and final way of dumbing Justin down used the same chemicals as the first method, but the method of delivery was far more satisfying. It also demanded more of the setup, which was why Amanda skipped it when she was in a hurry. First she had to secure Justin so that he was completely unable to move; his head fixed in a position where he looked down. Then she took the syringe and injected the substance directly into his brain. It wasn’t so much the pain, because it only hurt as the needle broke the skin, but this was Justin’s least preferred way of being dumbed down. Here he knew exactly what was going on; he could feel it as it progressed. First a lot of his muscles would spasm at random after which he would invariably loose both bladder and bowel control. This was followed by an extremely unpleasant sensation of pressure inside his head as the liquid was injected. Finally there was a period of jumbled and disjointed thoughts where he hardly knew where or who he was. When it subsided he felt as he had before, only he knew that he had become less intelligent in a single stroke. It was extremely demeaning and he could do nothing about it.

Amanda of course enjoyed these sessions a great deal, getting off as she watched the pig spasm, either from lack of air or from the substance damaging his brain. Often she would come directly from school or soccer practice, sometimes still in her soccer outfit, complete with soccer shoes, which were of course specifically designed to kick as hard and precise as possibly – a fact that Justin and especially his balls had felt with regret.

Amanda had many hours of sport with Justin, who gradually became more and more of a pig. He began to enjoy the fuckings from the boars and in time this damaged his ass. After several months of near-constant ass fucking, Justin’s sphincter gave up and he was no longer able to hold his shit. By then it didn’t bother him too much. He was very nearly a pig through and through, only just able to recognize that what was happening to him was wrong. In his diminished state he had begun loving Amanda even more. It was a strange turn even for Amanda, but she supposed it had something to do with the fact that he enjoyed her attention, paradoxically enough also the hours spent teasing his cock without letting him cum, which was something very different from the ever-present attention of the large pigs.

Torturing a dumb animal was no fun, so Amanda planned the final stage of Justin’s degradation, which would take place while he was still intelligent enough to be humiliated. She told Christina about the plan and she enthusiastically agreed. They had a small group of close friends whom they thought shared their enthusiasm for sadistic games. At least two of them were known to dominate their respective boyfriends, so they would take little if any persuasion. The three others behaved in an appropriately dominant manner and were sufficiently good friends to be let in on their secret. And if they didn’t approve Amanda and Christina would simply have a couple of new slaves to sell in a very short time.

The idea was simple: let Justin be completely humiliated and demeaned by the laughing presence of girls he had known and who, for all he knew, weren’t in on his “secret” already.
The five girls had simply been told that they were going on a trip and that they were going to get a very pleasant surprise on this trip. This was something they could not turn down and after an hour’s drive they arrived at the farm.

All five were shocked when they realized what kind of place it was, the doggies fucking the courtyard were a dead giveaway, but all thought that it was a great place. Especially after Amanda and Christina had gone to considerable lengths to explain that they were not going to be enslaved.

Then Amanda and Christina led the girls to their private quarters on the farm. Being on a farm required proper attire and Amanda had thoughtfully arranged for cowgirl outfits for all of them. Soon all were equipped with cowboy boots, tight-fitting cutoffs, chaps, sexy bras and cowboy hats. The group looked devastatingly sexy and most ready to do some damage, but of course Amanda and Christina stood out, Amanda positively glowing with an aura of pure, raw and undiluted sex.

Amanda carried a bag with some things she planned on using for the final steps for Justin. None of the girls were going to witness that, but then they would be having fun with the ponies by then. Why else the cowgirls outfits? Amanda laughed briefly inwardly as she contemplated the old cliché about how girls loved ponies and horses. If the guys laughing at that old joke knew why Amanda and Christina liked ponies they would probably scream with terror. There really were few things more satisfying than breaking in a new pony, whipping it, torturing its balls and giving it the precious few orgasms that reduced it to a completely docile pony-slave, at the same time extremely happy and completely terrified every time its cruel mistress showed herself. Reducing the men in that way was one of the most satisfying ways to spend time in Amanda’s humble opinion.

The group had reached the pigpen and an awed silence had come over them. They looked in wonder at the piggies being fucked senseless by real pigs, very big ones too. One of them, a girl Amanda knew whipped her boyfriend without mercy every chance she got, whispered in a hoarse voice: “Can I get in on this? I’d love to put Seth in that pen, see the shithead being fucked by that huge pig over there.” The remarks sparked a whole slew of similar remarks from all the other girls. Amanda and Christina exchanged a look, knowing that they’d chosen well. They all wanted to do something similar to their boy- or girlfriends and all of them knew people that they thought deserved treatment like this.
Then Christina really got them going: “Well, turning them into pigs is all good of course, but we can also turn them into dogs, ponies or whatever you like.” A hush fell over the group as they contemplated the possibilities. A girl, whom Amanda knew had a very strong and athletic girlfriend, rubbed her crotch with a dreamy look on her face as she contemplated the possibility of turning her athlete girlfriend into a pony.

“Enough of these wet dreams, “ Amanda said, provoking an exchange of guilty looks from the girls. Smiling she continued: “We have someone we think you should see, someone you know.” Then she led them to the far edge of the pigpen where gate led to a smaller side enclosure. Right next to it Justin was being fucked by one of the boars. When the girls saw him they first stopped cold. Then they began to laugh and point: “So that’s what happened to the little shit.” “Look how the piggy’s enjoying it!” “What a disgusting little pervert.” “No you have it all wrong, he was a pig to begin with. Amanda’s just unleashed his inner pig!” The comments kept flowing and the group was soon howling with laughter. In the pen Justin, whose intelligence was not exactly what it used to be, saw the girls laughing at him. Suddenly the cock in his ass, a thing he had grown to appreciate, didn’t feel good anymore. Even in his diminished state he knew they were laughing at him, pointing out that he was somehow perverted. It was extremely humiliating and it was about to get worse.

When the boar had done its thing Amanda prevented the next one from taking its place. Then she opened the gate to the other pen ordered Justin in. At first he didn’t want to go, but Amanda had the remote control to his shock collars and after a bit of desperate squealing as his balls were given a liberal application of electric current, provoking a storm of laughter from the crowd, he ran into the pen for the next part of his degradation.

As it turned out all of the girls wanted to ride the piggy. When given the option most wanted very much to use the cattle prod Amanda had helpfully brought. For Justin this was almost as bad as his extremely painful transformation or the day he had been branded. Soon he was exhausted from running around with evil bitches on his back and their collective laughter and derision made things even worse, getting clearly through to him even in his present reduced state.

Finally the girls had had enough and Christina led them towards the ponies. She cast a knowing look back over her shoulder as Amanda stayed behind. She knew what Amanda had in mind and she wholeheartedly approved. It was time to take that useless piece of shit the down the last stretch. She also knew that it was Amanda’s job alone, having selected the worthless asshole and being the one who despised him the most.

The girls disappeared and Amanda was alone with Justin. Justin was very nearly spent from the humiliations he had already been subjected to, but he stood still looking at Amanda with his forcibly open mouth and big anticipatory pig eyes. Absurdly he still adored her, even after all the pain and humiliation she had subjected him to. The open adoration and love in the pig’s eyes fueled Amanda’s desire to hurt the little bastard.

First she took out her trusty whip and spent a good half-hour chasing the squealing little shit around the pen. Gradually his skin was covered in angry red welts. Then Amanda called him over to stand beside her. Justin was naturally reluctant but after squealing in pain a few times as the current hit his balls, he came running willingly enough. In the ground where she stood Amanda had rammed four poles, positioned so that Justin’s limbs could be secured. This she proceeded to do and soon Justin stood unable to move his limbs, trembling with fear and pain from his mistress’ torture. To his great surprise and infinite joy Amanda then released his poor needy cock.
Justin had not been allowed to cum since Amanda had turned him into a pig and he had become too stupid to recognize that with all the teasing she had subjected him to in the past without letting him cum, it was highly unlikely that she’d let him now. Instead he again looked at her with boundless adoration, which quickly turned to squealing sounds of passion as she stroked his cock. Very quickly he approached an orgasm, his whole body quivering with anticipation as his eyes rolled back and his hips began thrusting involuntarily. Then, just before he reached the point of no return, she removed her hand provoking a loud squeal of pure disappointment. Of course once wasn’t enough for Amanda and after half an hour Justin’s squeals sounded more like screams of desperation.

Then Amanda left the useless quivering and squealing piggy to fetch a few items in her goody-bag. When she returned Justin began squealing anew as he laid eyes on her. The most noticeable item was the strap-on she was now wearing. It was a positively fearsome thing, made from steel and a foot and a half long and easily six inches in diameter and covered with a huge number of knobs and ridges that all looked much too big for even that very large tool. Even a dumb pig knew where it was going and Justin began to scream with fear.
The second item was a large mirror, which Amanda placed in front of Justin so that she could see his face and he hers while she fucked him. The third and final item was a piece of rope. She removed the shock collar from around his throat and substituted it with the rope, tying it in a slipknot around Justin’s throat without tightening it. The she positioned herself on her knees behind Justin and with a powerful thrust she rammed the huge steel cock into Justin’s ass. Even in an ass as well used as Justin’s it was extremely painful and Justin screamed – at least until it was all the way in. Once it was buried to the hilt Justin was out of breath, the powerful thrust having hammered his lungs empty. With great pleasure Amanda watched as his mouth worked soundlessly and his eyes looked wild. The she began fucking him in earnest, pounding in and out of him as she used one hand to stroke his cock and the other to tighten the rope just enough to make him fight for every breath.

For Justin this was a combination of extreme pain and extreme pleasure. The pain in his ass was enormous and the rope around his neck caused him to panic whereas Amanda’s skilled hand, keeping him always on the edge without letting him cum, propelled him to new but unfulfilled heights of pleasure. Amanda fucked him for what seemed like ages, turning him into a gasping and completely desperate wreck of unreleased lust.

Amanda was enjoying it to the fullest. Already she had cum several times and fucking the pig as not only fun, bit also great exercise. She had fucked him for an hour non-stop when she decided that it was time to put an end to it. Justin’s eyes were wild and protruded quite a bit from his very red face and it was impossible to touch his cock now for more than two minutes without him nearly getting off. She stopped the actual fucking, but kept the metal monster inside him as she leaned forward and whispered into his ear: “I never loved you, never cared about you, never even thought you were remotely suitable for a one night stand.” This registered with the desperate pig and she felt him tremble beneath her. “All I ever wanted with you was to hurt you, torture you and enslave you. Goodbye piggy.”
Then she began fucking him furiously again and after a while she began tightening the noose around his neck more and more. Justin’s air was gradually being cut off completely and he began increasingly desperate. His eyes stood out more and more and became more and more bloodshot. His tongue began to protrude alarmingly and his face became more and more blue. He began to jerk and thrash, his muscles spasming alarmingly. Amanda then reached around and grabbed his cock again. It responded immediately and soon Justin was on his way to the mot amazing orgasm of his life. It didn’t matter to him anymore that his mistress was strangling him. In the mirror he could see her beautiful face just above his own increasingly blue one and he felt immense love for her as he felt his orgasm coming, rolling unstoppably now when spots began appearing in front of his eyes.

Amanda felt him cuming; a great torrent of cum shooting from his cock as his thrashing reached its peak. Justin’s face was almost purple now, his bloodshot eyes almost popping out of his head and his tongue a dark blue object forcing its way out of his head. Then the thrashing got weaker and weaker, but with each jerk Amanda felt new jism shooting out of him. As he got weaker and weaker the amount of cum got less and less until he was finally dead. His face a purple mask with grotesquely protruding eyes and tongue, Justin was only held up by the rope around his neck and Amanda’s steel tool in his ass. Then she got up and let him go. He flopped forward, landing in a pool of mud and his own cum.

For Amanda it had been a most satisfying experience, cuming as she had right as the last spasms had run through him. Now there were only a few things left to do. First she cut his bindings and dragged him onto a cart she had parked nearby. Then she carted the dead pig past the pen towards the slaughterhouse. As she passed the other pigs paused, recognizing that they might as well have been the one lying on that cart. From a few of them desperate squeals could be heard, causing a wicked smile to appear on Amanda’s face.

In the slaughterhouse Amanda proceeded in businesslike manner. First she took a big meat hook and drove it into the back of Justin’s neck until the tip came out though his mouth. The hook was secured to a chain and Amanda used this to winch Justin up from the cart. Once he hung, dangling freely she removed the straps around his head and the shock collar on his balls, but she left the bindings holding his legs. After all he had lived like a pig so in death he should be one also. The she washed him down, removing the mud and cum before gutting him. When he was clean, inside and out, she covered him with a clear plastic bag and moved him on a set of rails in the ceiling towards the freezer. Not before removing his cock and balls, however. These she put in a bag and froze separately.

That’s how she left him. hanging gutted with a meat hook protruding from his open mouth, still purple in the face from the strangulation. He wasn’t the only one in the freezer as other mistresses and masters slaughtered some of their slaves from time to time. Some for sport, but mostly because there was a surprisingly large market for “exotic meat”.

After closing the door Amanda was standing there looking through the window in the freezer door when a hand grabbed her shoulder ever so softly. She started a little, a small surprised sound escaping her but she didn’t turn around. She knew the touch and the lovely scent that followed it told her that it was Christina. “Was it every bit as good as you thought it would be?” she asked Amanda. “I don’t know,” she answered, “but it sure was good to get rid of that shit. Most satisfying.”

THE END