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Prologue
Oink lifted up her chubby leg and concentrated for a few minutes. The urine came out first in a spurt from her fat, bald cunt, and then quickly turned into a steady stream as it splashed against the bark of the tree. The yellow water trickled down to the ground and some of it pooled around her knee. Oink didn't mind it all. She was used to doing her business outside. It had been many months since she had sat on a toilet to drop a deuce or take a piss. When she was finished her master patted her on her head.
"Good girl. Want to play fetch?"
Oink looked up lovingly into her master's eyes and nodded her headed vigorously, and let out a few squeals to let him know that she was excited. If someone had told Oink a few months ago she would be a contented sex slave living in a small, gated community, she would have gotten angry. Now, playing fetch with her master was one of the high points of her day.
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Paula hiked up her skirt, pushed her panties down her thick thighs, and sat down on the toilet. She idly looked at her nails as she voided her bladder, and wiped her hairy muff when she was finished. Letting out a sigh, she sat for a moment with her head in her hands. Sam had been acting funny lately, and it wasn't just any one thing. Moving to Cherish had been difficult for Paula. The women and men here didn't share her feminist values.
The town was shockingly...misogynistic. Paula had avoided leaving the house since her arrival. The way the woman of this community dressed, and the way the men handled them in public was awful. A few times she had even spotted women who weren't dressed at all, if you counted the dog collars around their necks as clothes. Thinking about those women being led around on leashes attached to their dog collars, noses, nipples and in a few instances, genitals, made her shiver with rage. It was dehumanizing: the women were treated like brainless, bimbo barbie-dolls, and not actual persons by their spouses and boyfriends. It was a humiliating display that made Paula very angry on the few occasions that she had seen it.
It didn't really make any difference as Sam said she couldn't leave the house unescorted. It made her angry to think about it. They had fought about it for weeks, but Sam made a salient point: unescorted females were bound to receive unwanted attention. The first time they had walked through the park, Paula had noticed a pair of stocks in the center of the park. At first she didn't think anything of it, but after what she had seen the citizens of the town doing outside, the memory of the stocks took on a much sinister appearance. Paula reluctantly agreed to stay indoors, and in fact, had not ventured outside unescorted since their arrival in Cherish.
A little fart tumbled out of Paula's puckered starfish, and she gave a grunt as she squeezed and strained the turd out. It landed in the bowl with a wet plop. Paula felt good, and sat there for a moment, relaxed. She heard the front door open down the hall. Her boyfriend, Sam, and another man were speaking as they walked down the hall. She raised her sweaty, sticky haunches from the toilet seat, and gently wiped her fat ass. A sharp knock on the bathroom door startled her.
Momentarily stunned by the noise, she regained her composure quickly.
"Just a moment. I'm in here"
"Open this door. Now!"
Paula got angry.
"I'm not DONE! Hold on -"
There was some murmurs from outside. Suddenly, the door rattled on the frame. The other man spoke now.
"He told you once, cunt. Open the goddamn door!"
Paula was confused and frightened now, and stood up to flush the toilet. Her panties were around her ankles as the man started to ram the door with his shoulders. The door rattled on it frame, and Paula hunched over to pull up her panties just as the door burst open.
"What the hell you psyc-"
Paula tried to shield herself. Her panties were halfway up her chubby thighs and her thick, hairy bush was exposed to the leering audience. The strange man grabbed her by her blunt cut, mid-length brown hair as her boyfriend smiled at them. A thin girl with dreadlocks was standing quietly off to the side behind Sam.
"Goddamn it cunt, you need to learn to obey."
The man bitch-slapped her across her face. The sudden outburst of physical violence stunned Paula. Tears started to roll down her face and she started to whine.
"But, but, but, why?"
Her boyfriend sneered at her. Paula didn't like where this conversation was going.
"We're going to train you to be a good little bitch. Just like Flat-top here."
He tugged on a leash, and the woman with dreadlocks tottered forward on an absurdly high pair of clear, plastic, stripper pumps. Flat-top was wearing a spiked dog collar, a bright yellow, baby doll t-shirt that bared her pierced navel, and an old Star Wars pillow case that had been turned into a miniskirt. A wreath of thorns and roses around her right bicep, large two inch diameter gauges stretching each of her ear-lobes and a curved barbell through her septum completed her ensemble. If Paula had been a able to see her backside, she would have noticed Flat-top's slave name stenciled in tattoo ink just above her tailbone. Paula could count the Flat-top's ribs through her t-shirt - it was that tight. The girl had a flat chest, but her nipples poked through the t-shirt like pencil erasers.
"Oh my god, why are you doing this to me"
The man was pulling her hair up by the roots, and her scalp felt like it was being pulled off her skull. Sobbing uncontrollably now, tears and mascara streamed down her cheeks. The runny make-up made Paula look like a sad panda. The short man with the blond hair tightened his grip on her hair. Paula gasped and tried to push him away. The man slapped her across the face again, and Paula stopped her resistance, but the tears and sense of betrayal still lingered.
"Stop it, please."
"Shut the fuck up. Fat fuck pigs like you don't speak. They oink, and only when spoken to."
Paula was confused and she tried to pull away, but the man just tightened his grip. She breathed in short hurried sobs. Her boyfriend giggled like a psychotic maniac. Looking up at him, she noticed that he had a camera, and was filming this degrading experience. Not only had her boyfriend betrayed her, but he was now recording it for posterity.
"What? I don't understand...why are you doing this?"
The man relaxed his grip for a moment, and got a better hold of her hair. He held her up and smacked her hard across the face again.
"I'm going to train you to be a good little fuck pig. Your boyfriend hired me."
He slapped her again. Paula was too stunned to talk now. Her face was flushed red with the shame and humiliation of the abuse.
"Fuck pigs don't speak. They grunt, squeal, and most importantly, they oink when asked a question. Do you understand?"
Paula was still sobbing her eyes out. The man let out a deep theatrical sigh, and hit her across the face again as hard as he could in order to get her attention.
"Are you fuckin' retarded? Do you understand you dumb cunt?"
Paula sobbed.
"Yes"
The man grimaced and backhanded her across the face. This time Paula was winded and struggled to breathe. She could feel the area around her left eye swell up from the force of the blow.
She stifled her sobs.
"Oink"
"That's better, fuck pig. Oink for me."
Tears streamed down Paula's cheeks. She hiccuped, and tried to stop crying.
"Oink, oink, oink. Oink, oink, oink."
The muscular stranger smiled and relaxed his grip on her hair.
"That's better. Now I'm going to let go, and I want you to strip."
After he let go of her hair, the man let Paula stand up. She had regained her composure somewhat, and looked startled.
"What? Sam-"
Stars exploded in front of Paula's eyes. Reeling from the man’s backhand, Paula fell to the floor. She could feel his hands in her hair as he pulled her towards the toilet and forced her head into the bowl. She struggled as he pushed her face into the water. The man shoved her head down hard, and she banged her head against the hard porcelain, and she stopped resisting him. He held her down for what seemed like an eternity and then lifted her head up.
Water and mucus ran off Paula's face and down her nose as she gasped for air.
"Fuck pigs don't speak. They oink."
He pushed her head back down into the water. She flailed around, and struggled in vain as he held her head in the toilet bowl. Suddenly, he pulled her up, and she gasped loudly for air.
"And they obey immediately"
Paula didn't think she had any more tears left, but they started to roll down her cheek. She sobbed and gasped as the man waited a minute for her to settle down.
"Do you understand?"
"Oink"
"Oink"
Paula sniffled and sobbed, beaten and choked into submission.
"Oink, oink."
The man let go of her head. Paula heaved and gasped for a few minutes and than picked herself off the floor. Lifting her sweater over the top of her head, the tails of her blouse were pulled out of her skirt, exposing her pale, white, ample midriff. She let the sweater fall down to the floor, and then unbuttoned her blouse, and removed that as well. Next, she unzipped the back of her pink, knee length skirt, pushed it down her thighs, and stepped out the fabric that had pooled around her thighs.
Standing in her push-up bra and navy blue, full-bottomed panties, Paula stared down at her feet. The panties pinched her fat hips slightly. This was the last day she would ever wear underwear that covered up her big backside.
The man grinned for a moment.
"Well, no slip, so she knows she is a slut. Which is good."
The smile quickly turned into a frown. Paula's heart sank. She knew she was in trouble.
"But when I say undressed, I mean all of it."
His back hand sent her sprawling. Blood rushed into her head, and she felt dizzy.
"Take off everything cunt."
Paula got back up on her hands and knees, and clenched her teeth as she struggled to choke back her tears. Getting up from the floor, she removed her bra, pushed down her panties, and stepped out of them. Her clothes were littered around her ankles. She had never felt so naked, so vulnerable, or so humiliated, as she did now, standing there in her birthday suit, fish-belly white from head to toe. Not even Sam had seen her like this before - Paula had always insisted that they make love in the dark or by candlelight. As the two men looked her over in the bright light of the bathroom, she felt like a piece of meat on display at a butcher's shop.
"Good bitch. Now kneel"
Momentarily startled after the relatively quiet respite from the harsh language and hard punishment that had been meted out, Paula knelt down and looked into her rapists face.
"Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth."
Stifling a sob, Paula did as she was told.
"Good little fuck pig. Now stick out your tongue."
Opening her mouth, Paula did as she was told, extending her tongue as best as she could past her lower lip. Lowering the zipper of his fly, Mike smiled, and pulled his cock out.
"Smile and say ah!"
"Ahhhhrghhhllll"
Mike jammed his cock down her throat. It wasn't big, but he'd forced all of it in, and it was hitting the back of her tonsils. Her gag reflex began to kick in.
"Urgl"
Paula coughed around his cock. She made gagging noises as he thrust deeper into her throat, trying to move his cock past her tonsils. Paula's tongue flailed against his shaft as Mike held her head down on his dick. She gagged and choked as he slowly forced his cock down her throat. Her hands pushed against his thighs as she struggled for air, but he held her head firmly on his cock. After what seemed like an eternity, Mike stopped forcing his cock down her throat. Abruptly pulling out of her mouth, Paula fell to the floor, gasping and retching.
"Good cunt. This next bit is going to be rough, so bear with me..."
Pulling her back up by her hair, Mike gripped her skull firmly in both hands, and tried to slip his cock between Paula's thick red lips. Still coughing from his previous assault, Paula tried to fight him off limply, but most of the fight had been taken out of her. After a couple of hard slaps, Mike had his cock buried down Paula's throat, his nut-sack resting comfortably on her chin, as her saliva dribbled off her chin and down to her chest. The skin of her face was flushed bright red from the physical abuse she had suffered.
"Fuck that feels good. You give good throat bitch."
Thrusting his dick in and out of her mouth, Mike skull-fucked Paula like the consummate professional that he was. Paula kept her eyes during this ordeal, until Mike rapped her on the head with his knuckles.
"Look me in the eyes sweetie. It's just good manners. Now don't blink - I'm getting little Flat-top to take some stills with the digital camera."
As if on cue, the flash went off in Paula's eyes, blinding her momentarily. Her lips formed an "O" around Mike's cock, as she instinctively sucked on his prick while it glided in and out of her mouth, drool dribbling down her chin and onto her chest. The saliva coating her brown areola glistened as the flash went off.
"Oh hold on you stupid little cocksucker..."
Picking up the pace, Mike stabbed in and out of her mouth at a rapid tempo. One of his hands held her hair like a handle, and Paula's head was violently shaken up and down as he raped her face. Suddenly gripping her head and forcing her down on his cock, Mike shot his baby-batter down her throat. Releasing his grip on her hair, Mike let Paula slump down to the floor.
"Flat-top, fix her make-up"
The dreadlocked girl scurried over with a tube of bright red lipstick. Mike grabbed it from her fingers, and began to smear it around Paula's mouth. With the runny masacra, and the bright red oval around her mouth, Paula resembled a clown. Mike scribbled "Cunt" across her forehead, and held Paula's head up as Sam took more pictures with the camera.
"Now it's your turn."
Sam laughed, and Paula let out a little moan. She didn't like where this was going.
"Get a good grip on her hair, and drag her over to the couch. And remember, cunt, fuck-pigs don't walk, they crawl."
A sharp tug on Paula's hair let her know that her break was done and Sam was now taking over. Sam half dragged her as he walked and she crawled to the couch.
Mike chuckled as he watched the young lovers make their way across the living room.
"The best way to make a bitch your bitch is to ass rape her. It shows her who the boss really is: your cock."
Pulling her up by the hair, Sam made Paula lie over the arm of the couch face down in the cushions. Mike tossed him a bottle of lube, and he started to grease up his cock. After he was done, he dribbled some on Paula's ass crack. It felt cool, and she tensed up as he roughly inserted a finger inside her narrow back passage to get some oil inside her.
"Nooooo. Please don't."
Paula softly groaned into the cushion. Rubbing his shaft between the crease of her buttocks, Sam paused for a moment and grinned. He lined the head of his cock up with her shitter, and gently poked it a couple of times with his prong, testing Paula's defenses.
Cringing slightly, Paula whimpered and closed her eyes tight. Sam forced his cock a few inches in, and Paula gasped in pain.With a broad grin on his face, Sam yanked Paula's head up by her hair, and then shoved his cock up her backside as far as it would go. Paula screamed as he did so, but stifled her cries when he rested for a moment, deep inside her ass. Slowly, he began to move his cock in and out of her violated rectum.
"Oh, gawd."
Paula begged and pleaded as tears flowed down her face.
"Please stop."
His only response was a tighter grip on her hair. He slammed his cock up her dumper as hard as could.
"Oh, fuck no, it hurts."
Paula moaned. She could feel every inch of his thick shaft in her special bathroom place. Sam slammed his fist into the back of her skull and Paula let out a fresh howl of pain.
"You can scream you stupid little cunt. But don't forget that fuck pigs oink."
Sam as pulled his cock out of her ravaged rectum, and slammed his cock back up her shit-tube as hard and fast as he could, provoking a fresh new wails from Paula. As Sam pounded her ass into submission, Paula looked over at Mike, who was being sucked off by Flat-top as he watched Paula's ass rape. The way that Flat-top's head bobbed up and down was mesmerizing. It was like she had a popsicle and not a penis in her mouth. Her mouth made a perfect "O" while she sucked on Mike's prick like a baby bottle, her tongue occasionally darting out from her lips to massage the length of his shaft.
Looking up at Mike, Paula saw him flash Sam a thumbs up.
"That's it buddy. She ain't going to be able to shit right for a week. Every time she takes a dump she is going to think of your cock."
A hard thrust into her colon forced another groan from Paula and focused her attention on the fabric of the couch in front of her. She could feel Sam's balls slapping against her plump yoni, as she liked to think of it. This had to be the worst possible violation of her womanhood that she could think of. The thrusts got harder, faster and more violent. Suddenly, Sam slowed down and tried to shove his cock as deeply as possibly as he blasted her dumper with cock-snot. Paula lay on her flabby stomach, her eyes clenched together. Her stinkbud hurt so much. At least now she could get some rest.
Unfortunately, Mike had different ideas.
"And now for the coup de grace. Sit down on the floor, spread your legs and point your toes."
Stiffling a sob, Paula winced as her abused buttcheeks and gaping anus made contact with the cold tile of the floor, but was quick to comply with his directions. Any further sexual abuse dished out, while humiliating, was bound to be less painful than any physical abuse meted out for failing to obey.
"Good girl. Now open your mouth and your eyes..."
Paula did as she was told and waited as Sam, Mike, and Flat-top took up positions around her. Flat-top cocked her hips forward at an awkward angle as she aimed her crotch at Paula's face, her left leg perched awkwardly on the couch.
"And one, two, three..."
Three yellow streams spattered on Paula's face, and she involuntarily closed her eyes and shut her mouth, but after sputtering briefly, opened her mouth, fearing the possible consequences. The urine pooled in her mouth and down her chest, as she sputtered, coughed, and choked on the streams. Mike shook the remaining drops off his cock and onto Paula's forehead.
"Okay. Now lie down on the ground."
Stiffling an involuntary shudder, as she got into position, Paula wondered what Mike had planned next. Her cunt and ass had been thoroughly plundered by both cocks, and the perverted trio had just finished marking her with their urine. She felt sore, soiled, and used, in that order. She needed to rest, but Mike had other plans for her.
"We're almost done here. Just one more thing. Flat-top, if you could please squat over that cunt's face."
"Nooo..."
Paula grimaced, but otherwise she made no move to resist. Flat-top squatted over Paula's face and looked up at Mike expectantly.
"All right cuntlet. Take a dump."
Like the well trained bitch that she was, Flat-top betrayed not even the slightest hesitation or embarrassment as she scrunched up her face and tried to move her bowels over Paula's face. Unable to bear watching, Paula could hear the girl straining, and could smell and then feel Flat-top's efforts as she squeezed a small turd that dropped onto Paula's flushed cheeks. Mike recorded every humiliating second of Paula's ordeal using the still camera.
Stunned into silence, Paula had no more tears left after this final indignity. Her face was a mess of mascara, lipstick, and now feces, and her hair was soaked through with urine. Sam dropped a towel on her face, and Paula wiped Flat-top's shit off her cheek and threw the towel away from her. As Paula lay there in a puddle of urine, she watched as Sam walked Mike to the door, laughing and joking about the training session that Paula had been forced to endure.
Paula crawled over to the living room picture window as Mike walked back to his van with Flat-top mincing behind him on her leash. Sam's semen trickled out of her asshole and felt gooey between her flabby buttcheeks.
She was horrified as she read the stenciled letters on the side of the vehicle:
Bitch Breakers: Turnin' Ballbusters into Ballsuckers since 1989.
Today was the first real day of the rest of her life in Cherish.
Epilogue
Oink's leash dangled around her neck as she jogged over to the tennis ball Sam had thrown. She bent down, and picked it up with her teeth. Sam was nice enough to let her wear sneakers and a sports bra when he took her out for exercise. The only other thing she was wearing was sunblock.
It wasn't such a bad life. Sam had arranged to get her a bigger pair of tits, and they had recently went window shopping for a diamond clit ring. Despite the fact that Oink had become nothing more than, quite literally, a bitch, she was a very well-pampered bitch. She didn't have to support herself, or for that matter, do any sort of housework.
She just had to be a good little fucktoy and endure whatever perverted whim entered Sam's head, and the occasional beating when she was initially reluctant to comply with the introduction of some new, depraved act into their very perverted repertoire.And even on that front things were looking better: an old flame had been rekindled online and Sam had talked her into moving to Cherish.
Oink looked up, and off in the distance, she could see Sam talking to...the face looked familiar...Oink squinted, and then turned white. The man who had raped her face was talking to Sam, and he had brought Flat-top, who was standing obediently behind him on a leash.
Sam spotted Oink, and motioned her over. Oink jogged over, and squatted down on her fat haunches as Sam removed the shock collar that prevented her from uttering any word that was longer than a very brief piggy squeal.
"Greet Mr. Mike properly, Oink"
Oink got off all fours and squatted on her ample haunches, spreading her chubby thighs wide so her bald cunt was clearly on display. She held up her forearms like a dog begging, both her hands flapping as they dangled limply. She smiled, panting like a dog with her tongue sticking out of her mouth. Oink started to sing.
"I'm a little fuck pig short and stout, here are my titties and here is my cunt."
As she sang the words, Oink grabbed her tits for emphasis, wincing slightly, as she had just received a new tattoo on her breast a few days ago and it was still sore. It was an image of of Porky porking Petunia doggy style. Her new slave name, "Oink", had been tattooed on the small of her back in big, black gothic letters shortly after her training session with Sam and Mike. After grabbing her boobs and holding them up for her audience, she peeled back the fat lips of her cunt with one hand and stuck the fingers of her other hand into its gaping maw.
"When you bend me over here me shout, 'Fuck my ass like it's a cunt!'"
Sam laughed and patted her on the head. Stooping slightly he peered inside the messenger bag he had slung around his shoulder, rummaged around, and then pulled out an enormous strap-on dildo.
"Good fuck-pig. After you've greeted her properly, you can go play with Mr. Mike's bitch in the park."
Oink smiled, and crawled over on all fours to the dread-locked spinner standing next to Mike. She stuck her nose under Flat-top's skirt, inhaled deeply, and tentatively licked her asshole. Oink could feel the girl tremble slightly with fear. This was going to be a fun afternoon.
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