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My husband and I are walking in the woods around his house. The dogs are loping ahead, and my husband carries his shotgun just in case they manage to scare up some rabbit or game. It’s idyllic, a country couple doing country things, except I’m naked and obviously a slave – it’s written in black on my forehead - with a big ugly nose ring that has a long chain he just winds around my ear to keep out of the way until needed.

 

There is a heavy piece of wood across my shoulders. My arms are stretched right out along its length and my wrists are tied at the ends. There are bags hanging off each side, food for him and the mastiffs and hopefully for me as well.

 

Some rough rope ties my neck to the wood too, and it’s wrapped around so many times that I feel rubbed raw and suffocated. And as my thick black leather and steel collar is still on me, my neck is feeling very punished today.

 

A spreader bar is just above my knees, and my knees are as far apart as they can be and still allow me to walk. I have eleven rings in my cunt, five in each lip and one on the clit, and they all have chains with weights which swing freely as I waddle along.

 

My tits, though, were the ones hurting most. He had put a small tit press on each, and not only were my tits compressed so much they had turned purple almost instantly, they were made of heavy metal that just dragged my tits down. I had screamed and cried and begged him but he hadn’t paid any attention. He never did, but somehow that didn’t stop me from begging again and again.

 

And then he’d used the tit rings to hang a water bottle and a flask, raised them level to my eyes and then dropped them. The pain was blinding. I came to when he pissed in my mouth and up my nose.

 

The first time he’d hung heavy things on my nipple rings, the rings had almost torn off, so he’d had another set of rings put in through my aureoles. Even though it was still painful, as long as he used both I was no longer afraid that I was going to be nipple-less.

 

There was suddenly no give on my leash and the collar pulled tight and choked me to a stop. I panted hard through my mouth, grateful that my husband has been kind enough to only use a ring gag. Two quick hot slashes with his dogwhip landed on my bum and I flinched, surprised, and started to move again. But there was still no give, and he hit me again. I was confused, and moaned and tried to turn around to see what he wanted me to do.

 

“Don’t turn around. Just take it.”

 

So I tried to stand still as he beat me. But it got harder and harder and I couldn’t. My feet were shuffling, dancing around, bum wiggling as the whip continued to slash my skin.

 

“Keep still, you silly cow.” He faced me, and he looked so disappointed and angry at my weakness that I felt like crying. “What are you going to do when I get out the hard stuff, hmm?” He slashed hard at my right tit and I cried out. “I bet one lash of the bullwhip will be too much for you.”

 

He unhooked the water bottle and took a drink, and even that removal hurt. I closed my eyes and concentrated on bearing it, keeping quiet, pleasing him. The bottle was put back and then with a tug of the leash we were walking again. I hoped it would not be much further, wherever it was that he had chosen for our picnic site, as I was tiring fast.

 

Then we were walking on grass and I looked up to see fields with cows here and there.

 

“Neighbour’s cows. I let them graze here, and I get farm produce for free.” He tugged me further along. “But the real reason, darling, is so I can see you suck some cow ass, drink some cow piss, maybe even suck milk right from the source. Won’t that be fun?”

 

We stopped by a tree and he took the bags and drinks off me. The dogs settled down in the shade and watched avidly as he started taking out the food. I was watching too, my stomach clenching in hunger. He only fed me once a day, and as that was usually at the same time as the dogs with a bowl right beside theirs, I had to eat as fast as I could before the dogs finished theirs and they shoved me away from the rest of mine. I couldn’t remember the last time I didn’t feel hungry.

 

He tugged hard on my nose ring, and I fell onto my knees. Everything that could hurt, hurt, but I didn’t even have time to scream before I fell flat on my face. I was screaming then, my tits crushed even more and driving me crazy with the pain, and I squirmed on the ground trying to get up, get off my tits, but the heavy wood on my outstretched arms and the spreader – and then he sat down on my back and dirt and grass was being packed into my mouth.

 

“Keep it in, keep it in, you don’t want to get the cows curious, do you? Then they’d come over and – maybe you do want them to come over, hmm? My sick little pig wants to get started on some cow loving.”

 

Everything hurt, a deep throbbing pain, but I was getting better and better at bearing those thanks to my husband who gave me a lot of practice, and I lay there, breathing through my nose, trying not to swallow or spit out any of the dirt.

 

“Who needs a rug when I have you?” He gave me a pat on my bum and settled down more comfortably on my back.

 

The dildo from my ass was pulled out with one hard tug, a shooting pain making me twitch under him. Something else was stuffed in, bigger, rougher, and I was squirming again, trying to crawl away even though it was no use. He thumped on it hard a few times and he was done.

 

“Here, Robo, chowtime!” A hard spank on my bum and then I felt Robo’s cold nose and wet mouth around my hole. Now and then his sharp teeth would nip my flesh and I’d give a little shriek, unable to help myself. Robo was rooting deep, tugging the thing stuck in me, licking, chewing, tugging again. That coarse, sloppy tongue playing with my hole and the tugs like someone was pushing and pulling a dildo inside me… I was getting turned on. I humped the ground as Robo carried on eating out of my asshole, and my husband was laughing as he rode it out.

 

“You come, bitch, and I’m going to let Robo tear your ass to shreds.”

 

I didn’t know if he meant tear with his jaws or with his dick, but either way, I didn’t want to find out so I stopped. Wasn’t easy, but the fear was greater and there was only a little wiggling in response to Robo now. Then Robo gave a hard tug that had me crying, and the object from my ass was pulled out completely and as he walked past my face, I saw the large bone in his jaws.

 

“Nico’s turn,” he said, and he grabbed the rope around my neck and pulled me up. I was strangling, but my feet quickly scrabbled for a hold and the danger was gone. Then he was kicking my knees and pulling back on the rope and I was flat on my back, staring up at him and the bright blue sky. It was surreal. On nice days like this, I would have gone on a picnic.

 

“I’m taking the dirt and the gag out,” he said, fiddling with the straps, “You be good now.”

 

These days my mouth was rarely out of a gag and every time it was, I was so grateful. Just a little time to relax my jaw muscles. I did some mouth stretches, and he backhanded me.

 

“I told you to be good. Keep that mouth open, wide as you can, come on , bitch!” He was encouraging me with slaps and twists to my tits. “Good girl, that’s a good girl. Stay.”

 

I kept my mouth open as wide as he liked it and waited while he rummaged in the bags. I had a bad feeling I knew what was coming. He’d done it before a few times.

 

And he was holding a can that smelled strongly of dogfood and I was right. He scraped the whole can into my mouth, but all couldn’t fit so the remainder was just spread out over my face.

 

“Nico! Chow!”

 

And the dog was eating, tongue and teeth moving over my face and rooting in my mouth and my husband has used me as a doggie bowl before, but that didn’t mean I was used to it. It was disgusting, the dogbreath and the sticky drool and saliva and the long tongue slobbering all over and inside and up my nose and me trying desperately not to swallow any chunks of the stinking dogfood or breathe in too much of the foul smells.

 

“You’d think as a shiteater, you’d be quite happy with dogfood,” he commented, watching Nico’s tongue chase the last bits of food inside my mouth. “But if it’s shit you prefer, shit you will get. I like to spoil my wife. Shall I get that taste out of your mouth, darling?”

 

I knew what he was going to do, and when he pissed on my face, I kept my mouth open and didn’t swallow. When it was about to overflow, he stopped.

 

“Gargle, baby.” I gargled, bubbling the piss and watching him stroke himself. “Swallow.”

 

He repeated the gargling a few times, and then finished off by pissing on my face, washing away the remnants of the food. I didn’t like piss, but the gargling had helped and the stickiness and smell of the food on my face was much reduced. There was the taste and smell of urine, but I have become used to that so it wasn’t so bad.

 

“Time for playtime, baby,” he said, taking hold of my tit rings and pulling. I hurriedly struggled to get on my feet before he could tug the rings right off, but the wood was heavy and he was fast and my tits were stretched in all their purple crushed glory right out and I was screaming as I scrambled finally onto my knees and then my feet.

 

“You really are such a noisy pig,” he said, slapping my face in disapproval. The ring gag was put back in and I couldn’t help a groan for my aching jaws. I’d read somewhere that longterm gag wear could damage the jaw, even make the bones break, and I wondered if he knew. He probably didn’t care even if he did.

 

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands and getting my attention. “You are going to run to the cows, and if you get your tongue stuck right up a cow’s ass before my boys get you, then you can have a shower when we get home, maybe even a hot one if you make really good time. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

 

It did, it really, really did. Not only was I filthy and hadn’t been cleaned in days, I haven’t had hot water since Christmas, when I’d been really good and he’d treated me. It was late Spring now.

 

“I’ll be nice and give you a ten second start.” That was nothing, not with the speed of the dogs and me with my restraints. I took off, knowing full well that I wasn’t going to make it but he’d be angry if I didn’t try. And besides, there was always I chance I would make it. I couldn’t believe how eager I was to get my tongue in a cow’s ass, just for the chance to get cleaned up afterwards, but that was how it was now.

 

I waddled along as fast as I could, trying to ignore the pain of my titpressed tits bouncing around, the weights in my cunts. As I got closer to the herd, the ground started getting muddy and shitty and after nearly slipping, I had to slow down because once I fell, I knew already there was little chance of me getting up again. At least, not before the dogs pounced.

 

There were whistles and yells behind me, and I knew the dogs were coming. I tried to hurry, but it was so muddy now that every time I lifted a foot, the shitty mud held on, making a sucking sound as it let go. I wasn’t going to make it.

 

And then a heavy weight hit my back and I was knocked forward, knees first, and then the scariest part, one of the dogs trying to keep me down by biting my neck. My face fell into the mud, and I just managed to turn my head slightly so I could breathe before a low growl and a shake made me freeze. Even though my neck was so wrapped up in the collar and ropes that he was really biting them, it was still frightening. I’d been in that position before when there hadn’t been any such shielding for my neck, and it was one of my most frightening moments. It still is. And I lay there, as still as I could make myself, and waited for our master to come.

 

“Good boys,” he said, patting them affectionately. “As for you,” he said, kicking me in the ribs, “that was a pathetic try. I’d say it wasn’t even a try.”

 

The dog on my back clambered off, and then my cunt rings were pulled and I scrambled to kneel up. My face was still firmly in the mud as the dog still hadn’t let go.

 

“Count!”

 

The whip came down hard and fast on my bum and I counted out loud and clear, because if he didn’t hear or hear it clearly, he’d start all over again. Thirty strokes later and he was done. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that was it.

 

“Robo! Fuck!”

 

And I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to squeal as Robo mounted me, his heavy weight crushing me further into the mud and his front legs scrabbling around my waist and tits for a hold. His back paws scraped my thighs and calves and then the hot cock that had been rubbing me all this time prodded my holes and tried to get in. My cunt was dildo-stuffed, so it left ony the shithole and it only took a few frenzied prods before it stuck.

 

And he surged forward, thrusting his cock all the way in. I squealed, couldn’t hold it back, and then he was pistoning in and out, a frenzied mindless pace that had me out of breath and grunting in time. The first time he had the dogs fuck me, I went a little bit insane. My memory is quite fuzzy of that time. But it’s been happening quite a lot, at least weekly, so I was handling it. I’m adjusting. Just like with the shit-eating and the piss and the hundreds of degrading and painful things he does to me, I was learning to take it, because he wanted me to and that was all that mattered.

 

Robo’s pace picked up and I knew what was coming and braced myself. The knotting. It was like my master fisting me, but instead of a slow push of a beginning, the dogs would just slam it in. Slam, slam, slam, until it was in and their cum was nice and plugged and deep inside my bowels.

 

I squealed continuously during the slamming, blinking mud and tears from my eyes, hoping this would be one of those times when my husband would stop them before the knot did too much damage. I was tearing, I could feel it.

 

And then the weight was gone and I felt warm cum slick my thighs.

 

But then it was Nico’s turn and I was glad he was gone from my neck, but not that it was because he was going to fuck me too. He mounted, quick and fast and familiar, and my cumslicked hole let him in easily. I could see my husband’s feet a few steps from my face, and the stance told me he was happily stroking himself at the show. My tongue waggled, I really wanted to lick his feet. It was always comforting for me.

 

But then Nico increased his pace, fucking harder, and as he was no longer holding my head in place, I started to slide forward in the mud. I slid along for a few moments before my husband helped out by stepping on my face. I poked my tongue out, hoping to lick the sole of his shoe and moaned when I could reach. The dogfucking faded in importance, and I just revelled in licking all the mud and dirt off every part of his shoe.

 

“Such a good girl when you try, baby,” he crooned, sliding his foot one way to help me reach more filth. “Such a good little Pigcunt. What do you want to be, my dumb piece of shit?”

 

“Nothing, Sir,” I mumbled, cleaning his shoe happily. Nico’s knot was on its way in and even that pain was just secondary.

 

“That’s what you already are, you dumb cunt,” he said, stepping down hard and sinking my face fully into the mud. My mouth filled up, the slime slid into my nose. I started to panic and struggled, but his foot was an immovable weight on my head and Nico was still going at it on my body.

 

Some mud went down my throat, down my nose and into my windpipe and I was choking and coughing and still he didn’t let me up. I felt the familiar burning in my chest, the lack of air, and the lightheadedness. I was going to pass out again. Then I was hauled out by the ropes on my neck and I was kneeling, slumped forward and coughing out the mud.

 

“I know you’re disappointed in missing out on the asslicking, so I’m going to be nice. I know, I know, I spoil you rotten. Come on, baby.” He tugged on my nose ring until I wearily climbed to my feet, then he unwound the chain still wrapped around my ear and used it to pull me along behind him.

 

I blinked mud out of my eyes and watched blankly as he led me to a cow feeding out of a trough. I had sucked the dogs’ butts, and it had been disgusting and a nightmare but I had still done it and would do it again if told to, and this, a cow’s ass, was not much different. I could do this. I will do this.

 

My husband pushed my face to her ass, and then went up to her head and talked rubbish and patted her. He talked to her much like he talked to me, and I was only surprised by the hurt I felt - I was jealous of a cow. I was such a dumb cunt.

 

I pressed my face deep into her dirty ass, lapping and sucking and digging my tongue into her shitty hole, crying all the while. Before long, she farted, and I backed off in surprise as my husband laughed.

 

“Get your face back in there!”

 

I did, and the farting was followed by runny greeny-brown shit and I closed my eyes and held my face steady. I felt the shit trickle down my neck, cover my tits, and then she was backing up and hitting me and I hurriedly got out of the way.

 

“Look, she pissed as well. You really are a happy pig in mud today. Get stuck in, darling.”

 

I looked at where he pointed, a muddy mess where the faintest tinge of yellow could be seen. Kneeling down awkwardly, I started sucking on the pissy mud until I cleared all the yellow from the mud.

 

“Good piggy, very good.” He smiled at me, helping me up by pulling on the nose leash. “I won’t punish you too much when we get home. Well done, baby.”

 

I smiled happily. I’d pleased him, and he wasn’t going to punish me too much for fucking up earlier. I’d done good.

 

We made our way home, me trailing behind this time as I was really tired, but I made sure there was slack in my nose leash. As long as there was, he was happy, and as always, if he’s happy, I’m happy.