chapter 4

Your throat is dry, your head light, your body paralyzed by fear and shock, but you manage to shake your head. "Please. No." You manage weakly. "Please don't do it."

"You know I must, Piggy, we will have your meat at the Harvest Feast." He says, reaching behind you for a control box on a long cable, and turning one of the dials on its face. You feel its effect immediately as the machine between your legs shudders to life with a low rumble. It's motion echoes deep inside you as the vibrations flow into your thighs. You gasp at the terrifyingly sweet stimulation of your gentle flower as it is crushed against the insistent machine. The intruder thrust deep inside your nest makes you whimper softly, the strange sensations awakening unfamiliar feelings in your belly. Your nipples tighten to form hard nubs on their small mounds. "Don't fight it Piggy, it will be over soon. Let it happen - in a few hours you'll be just like Daisy, a mindless farm animal content to eat and ***."

"No!" You repeat, your voice ragged this time as your breath comes fast and shallow. "No please! Wait! I don't want to loose my mind. I'll do anything, but please don't do that to me. I'll eat. I promise I'll eat. Just please, let me keep my mind!" He looks at you skeptically, turning the dial slightly, and you feel the stimulation in your genitals increase, a needful excitement you have not know before growing in your loins.

"It's not a kindness, Piggy." He says, shaking his head. "You will be here for months, in this barn, on this machine, whenever you are not pastured, or when the wolves have no need of you for their pleasure. And then, at the end, there is the feast. It's a humiliating and demeaning end. Your fattened body will be served, exposed and naked, trussed on a platter as the centerpiece of the feast. In preparation every one of your cavities will be dilated, irrigated, then, with a tool like a baster, crammed to bursting with stuffing. Your mouth, vagina, uterus, stomach, intestines, and bowels all swollen with wine and sweetmeats."

You whimper at the thought, distracted by the pleasure still coursing up through your loins, mixing with the fear of anticipation. "The wine will help numb you, but you will be fully aware of the humiliation and pain of your engorged and distorted body, bound and degraded, offered for the wolves pleasure. Do you think you can imagine it Piggy? Your fleshy body, vulnerable and helpless as they laugh and joke? A baked apple will hold your mouth uncomfortably wide open, a root vegetable will plug your distended anus, corking your painfully full bowels. Your womb and vaginal canal will be likewise uncomfortably filled with delicacies, but your sex will be plugged with a sexual stimulator. Your basted body will writhe involuntarily with a combination of discomfort and frustrated desire."

"Do you know how wolves feast Piggy? How they tease and taunt their prey? How they slake their other appetites before they savor the fat and muscle of their victim? Do you know that they believe that the meat of an animal is sweetest if taken at the moment of its sexual release? There is a reason I take the human awareness from my livestock Piggy. To be used as an animal, it's no life or death for a girl of your character."

"No." You whisper, the vibrations now a fire beneath you, your body beginning to writhe with pleasure and need in its flames. "No please. I understand, please, just let me keep my mind." You manage to say between gasps of breath as you feel your pelvis tilt, pressing the delicate head of your flower onto the vibrating ridge, rubbing and thrusting bestially against its beautiful power, feeling the carnal excitement and pleasure flow up into your hungry body, no longer caring for modesty or decorum. "Please feed me!"

"Well, little Piggy, if that is what you truly want." He reaches above you, and places a wide tube into your open mouth. He straps the tube, attached to a mask which covers your mouth, behind your head, and you instantly feel the machine below you grind to a frustrating halt. Your hips thrust desperately against it, your pelvis trying to seek satisfaction by thrusting your body on its intruder.

"No little Piggy, you must eat if you want pleasure." The man says, and instantly you understand. You bite down, sucking hard, on the tube. For what seems like an eternity, nothing happens, and you try again, sucking twice, three times, four. Then, in a flood of pleasure, you feel the vibrations return, your wet *** hungrily gyrating on the relentless machine, your body already craving nothing so much as to *** itself enthusiastically. Your mouth fills with a thick, sweet fluid, the device between your teeth pumping spurt after spurt of the warm liquid into you. The mask seals your lips to the tube, and as your cheeks bulge, only a slight trickle dribbles out onto your sweat covered body, the rest draining down your throat into your hungry stomach.

You struggle to gain conscious control of your body as your appetites assert themselves, your mouth chewing and sucking rhythmically on the tube, your throat swallowing gulp after gulp of the fluid. Your crotch responds instinctively to the beautiful sensations and aching carnal need in your loins. You have never felt the exquisite agony of unfulfilled sexual need, and your body craves release with an intensity you never imagined possible. You struggle to push yourself further down onto the thick cock, groaning in frustration with each attempt to take it deeper inside you.

"More! Please! *** me harder!" You try to shout as your frustration builds. Unconcerned, your fevered mind registers that with the tube and mask in your mouth your attempts at speech are distorted and unintelligible, the words forcing their way past the rubber sides of the mask to make a noise that sounds like the frenzied 'oinking' of a pig.

"Slowly, little Piggy." The man smiles, and you feel a glow of satisfaction as he rubs and pats your sweat covered belly, drawing your attention to the pleasant feeling of fullness already growing in your stomach. "If you want to keep your faculties you will have to learn to balance your appetites." You gaze pleadingly into his eyes, knowing you are at his mercy. "Still." He says, pausing thoughtfully. "If you can gain a pound of weight a day and keep your mind then so be it."