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SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Eight – Hog Wild
The line was marched around the big barn and in between two rows of low sheds with roofs that sloped down to about waist height. They were halted at long bench and table arrangement that was set between the sheds. It seemed that each of the eight shit grades had a handler beside them, with one of them acting as the leader. She was a large woman, tall with heavy arms and tits, with her convict number tattoo just as the others had.
“All right shits, bend over the bench, asses in the air,” she called out to the group.
The line obeyed the command and Jan felt the chicken drumstick being pulled from her ass and the next thing she knew it was waving in front of her face. “Suck it clean, don’t eat a scrap, just suck them all clean,” came the command. After sucking the drumsticks clean, Jan saw the handlers greedily eat them, stripping them down to bare bone and then roughly poking them back up each ass hole, giving each an extra twist or shove as they did. The handlers all laughed at that as they teased and worked at pulling the steak portions from each pussy. The steaks were savored by each of the handlers, rubbing them up and down the sluts’ faces, under their noses where they could smell the juicy meat and their own juices before the handlers jerked them away and chomped them up.
Jan’s handler was a fat woman with stringy grey hair pulled back and very bad teeth. But her teeth were good enough to savor the steak and rip off small chunks that she would hold out to Jan, tempting her to try to grab a bit. The woman had the convict tattoo but Jan noticed that she was one of several who didn’t have a loincloth, exposing a long thatch of graying hair covering her cunt. The woman finally gave Jan a tiny bite, then held the rest in her hand, leaning over to whisper in Jan’s ear, her foul breath almost too much to bear.
“We’ll save the rest for our piggy friends,” she said in a raspy tone, then smiled.”
“Dinner’s over, let’s get them to their own piggy dinner, shall we?” the leader asked. The women were pulled to their feet and marched down to the end of the shed row. They could smell the pig sty long before they saw it as they were marched to the fence and told to kneel in front of a trough that sat partway out of the fence with the other half behind the pig sty fence. The group of women convicts they had seen with the yokes and buckets of slop were standing at the side under the floodlight, eyeing the group. At the leader’s order they came over with their buckets and began to dump them, filling the trough on both sides of the wire divider.
‘We like to say the wire is keep you shits from eating too much of the pigs’ slop,” the leader laughed. “Really, it’s to keep the hogs from biting off a nose or an ear or two.”
At that, a whistle blew and a gate opened as a huge bunch of squealing grunting hogs rushed into the sty and across to the trough and began sucking and swilling at the foul stuff in the trough. “Just to be sure your get your fill we will remove the pillory collars,” the woman said as the handlers began unfastening the boards that held their necks in place, but leaving the cuffs on their wrists still attached to one half of the collar.
The noise and smell of the hogs washed over the group of new shit grade sluts as they looked down at the mess in the trough. To Jan it didn’t look much worse than other stuff they had been forced to eat in the past few days, but it was magnified by the sight, smell and sound of the hogs as they ate. The level of the slop in the trough was going down as the hogs ate away and the remainder leveled out through the wire divider.
The handlers stepped to the trough and dangled the morsels of steak in front of the eight famished women, then one by one tossed the meat into the trough for the hogs, who went wild with squealing as they fought each other for those bits.
“In case you wondered about pigs eating meat, they will eat anything won’t they, number 4012?” the leader in the loincloth indicated an older woman limping along and herding the pigs with a long switch.
“Come here, and tell us about what the pigs will eat.” The woman hobbled over to the group. She was naked except for a heavy iron collar and a wood and leather brace on her bad leg. “Tell them about your foot, 4012.”
The woman sighed and looked at her feet. “I tried to escape and got caught,” she said almost choking with emotion. “And they put the toes of my left foot through some holes in a board and covered them with molasses. Then they put the board against the fence with my toes in the pen and let a big boar loose on them.”
“And he ate them in less than a minute, didn’t he?”
“Yes, Ma’am, he did.” The woman practically sobbed.
“And what is your punishment since then?” the leader asked.
“I am sentenced to 15 years of herding the swine and tending them, naked and in a heavy collar,” the woman said. “That was five years ago.”
“You four, get ready for dessert,” the leader yelled at the four women with the buckets. “They stepped over the kneeling line of shit grades and sat on the edge of the trough, holding their jaws open as another convict came along with a large spoon and dumped a syrupy liquid into each waiting mouth. “That is a special blend of emetic that is guaranteed to make them all vomit within thirty seconds,” the leader laughed, “so that they can rid of that special dinner of dog food, bean paste with garlic, and oatmeal with pepper sauce and hot Chinese mustard.”
Sure enough the four women turned and vomited copious amounts of he foulest stuff into the trough and onto the slop that was intended for their meal. Wonderful, Jan said to herself, and they’ll make us eat every bite, too. As the four women stepped away the leader spoke. “Get your heads down into that and eat, now!”
The eight women knew better than to resist or even hesitate, so they got down into the trough, trying not to gag at the stench of the hogs, the vomit and the slop. But they also hadn’t been fed all day and they were hungry after the exertion of the running, the tug of war and hauling shit buckets for hours. Has that all been just today, Jan found herself asking as she tried to avoid the vomit that now covered everything in the trough.
Dinner was over, they had been re-collared with the pillory boards, and they were herded to an open pen with a single light at the corner. The gate opened and they were herded into the pen. Mud squished between their toes, and then came up above their ankles as they entered. The level of mud and hog shit was at mid-calf in the corner of the pen where they were halted and told to form a circle, then sit. So here they sat, in mud and shit up to their tits as thunder rumbled. Jan caught a glimpse of the hairy beast now know as caca being herded into a nearby shed. The convict cunt herding her was using a light cane on caca’s ass and legs to keep her moving.
“Sleep tight, shits,” one of the women laughed as they walked off. The light went out and they were in total darkness. Then Jan heard the gate swing open, followed by strange sounds. Soon she realized that they had turned pigs loose in the pen with them. They rushed in, and over to the group that huddled in the mud wallow, grunting and snorting, snuffling their snouts up and down backs and arms, running back and forth with those horrid squeals. Jan felt a wet snout along her right breast and she tried to turn away. They seemed to be younger smaller pigs and probably not a real menace, but the sound of what seemed to be a dozen or more of them running all around them in the darkness was terrifying.
As the sun rose, the leader with her 52387 tattoo across her belly roused them up. She was followed by four more of the convict cunts, as Jan had come to call them. They all had light canes that they used to tap on the wood of the pillory collars before swishing down across nipples and tits. Jan struggled to her feet along with the seven others. She was stiff from the cold of the muck in the wallow and flexed her legs. Her wrists were numb from being held in one position all night. The leader looked around at the group of mud-covered sluts and nodded to her four assistants who roughly bent each one over and jerked the chicken bone out of each ass where it had been all night.
If your gonna shit, do it now, you have two minutes,” the leader said. Jan had felt the release of the drumstick up her ass and realized it had been there for hours. Her intestines suddenly surged and she squatted along with the others as the convict cunts laughed and pointed. The time was up and the cunts grabbed the lead chains on the collars and walked them out of the wallow, using their canes on butts and thighs with every step. Jan followed along with the others to an adjoining shed where they were ordered to kneel, and the collars and wrist cuffs were removed. Off to the side she saw a circle of seven stools, each with a large dildo mounted on the seat.
“You remember playing musical chairs when you were kids?” the leader asked.
“You know, when the music stops everybody grabs a chair, but we’re always one short.
Well, that’s what we’ll do here this morning, to see who doesn’t eat breakfast.” Jan almost shrugged, thinking that if she could avoid more food like last night, that would be fine, hungry or not. “But it’s real food this morning,” the leader continued, as if reading Jan’s thoughts.
The music came from a speaker as the woman walked around and around the circle of stools. When the music stopped, they each lunged for a stool, spreading pussy lips and settling onto the seven- inch dildo mounted on each one. But the curvy brunette with the big tits, the one known as Laurie in another world, lost out. They pushed her into the center of the circle and the four convict cunts danced around her, taking turns as they struck her from every side with the light canes they carried.
“Looks like it won’t hurt her to miss a meal or two, “ the leader said to her team. “The rest of you, I want to see you fuck yourselves on those stools. Raise up, hold, then sit down hard!” She commanded. “Higher up on those raises,” she called again, “now SIT! Hands on your heads, and don’t dare to touch those cunt lips.”
And so it went for two more rounds of musical dildo, as the leader laughingly called it. At the second round, Dina the older woman lost. She was bent over the kneeling figure of Laurie in the center of he circle as the four convict cunts laid into her with their switches. That was followed by Bonnie Big Butt, who was laid over the two women cowering in the center and he four convict counts lashed and caned all three of them as the remaining five had to keep humping, pumping and jumping up and down on the wooden dildos on the stools. Finally, the leader allowed them to stop and ordered them to line up behind the stools as the pillory collars were removed. The three losers were brought over to face the five “winners” and made to kneel down in Position Five with faces in the dirt, still wearing their pillory collars. The other five were told to kneel in Position Nine, while holding their tits up by the nipples.
The leader blew a whistle and a scullery slut came out of the shed with a platter heaped with steaming scrambled eggs and aromatic sausages. Jan’s stomach growled with hunger and she salivated at the mere sight of the platter. The leader nodded and the slut began to spoon eggs and sausage onto the ground in front of each of the women pinching their own tits.
“Before you eat, we need to season the food, don’t we?” the leader asked, walking down the line and casually kicking dirt over the food in front of each. “Noses down, Position Five, wait for my command to eat,” she said as the five complied. Jan tried to control herself as he nose was barely inches form the pile of eggs and sausage, even though it was covered in a thin film of dist and grit, it was actual food.
“Rub your noses in it first,” the leader taunted them, “no tongues or teeth!” She paced back and forth in front of them, still kicking some dirt over the food and the faces of the sluts who knelt there. Finally, she sneered. “Eat! In ten seconds we let the hogs in!”
The women all dug into eating the food, dirt and all, as fast as they could, even as Jan heard the gate swing open and a dozen squealing half-grown pigs came scrabbling toward the food they managed to gobble as the hogs came up to the line of shit grades, just beginning their first day of life among the hogs.
“In case you wondered about pigs eating meat, they will eat anything won’t they, number 4012?” Sister Flogger indicated an older woman limping along and herding the
pigs with a long switch. “Come here, and tell us about what the pigs will eat.” The woman hobbled over to the group. She was naked except for a heavy iron collar and a wood and leather brace on her bad leg. “Tell them about your foot, 4012.”
The woman sighed and looked at her feet. “I tried to escape and got caught,” she said almost choking with emotion. “And they put the toes of my left foot through some holes in a board and covered them with molasses. Then they put the board against the fence with my toes in the pen and let a big boar loose on them.”
“And he ate them in less than a minute, didn’t he?” Flogger chimed in.
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