The Cocoon

Although he had asked for it, I am sure at this point, if there is anything of him left, he would want to take that decision back. It's much too late to do anything about all that now, and anyways, he most likely would have ended up like this eventually. Better for me that I am the beneficiary, and it's not like I didn't try to dissuade him from his decision. Besides, I wouldn't want it any other way.

2 years earlier…

I am always reading the posts on Craigslist, sometimes out of boredom and sometimes out of amusement, but always looking for a new play thing. It was an odd request, and I was sure that he had not gotten many replies, so I waited a week before writing him. I wanted him desperate. His posting was simple enough:

Post: 105102226@craigslist.org

Location: New York

Subject: Ruin Me

Hi, thanks for reading this. I am searching for a woman who will treat me like an object or a piece of property. I have fantasized about this for many years and am confident this is what I need. I do not want to think any more, I just want to be owned and turned into whatever you wish. Take away my humanity and mold me into what you desire. Please be serious, I am looking for something permanent and somewhat non-consensual. I appreciate your time.

I knew his type. Likely well off and bored or stressed out with his regular life. His fantasies have probably gotten more and more extreme as his stress with life has increased. While these types of men always wish their fantasies to be permanent, I can tell you from experience that this only lasts until the realization that their fantasy is going to be unending. That's when the cold reality hits them. That's when the fear grips them, that's when the begging starts, and that when the true breaking begins. That's the part I like the most, striping away their layers of self, peeling each back, showing it to them, before erasing that part of them from existence. I always marvel at how easy it is to corner them, like prey, maneuver them to where I want them, and then have my way with them. I know their fantasies are strong, and I feed on that. I don't want the foot fetish, or the cross dresser. I don't want the consensual session or the safe words. The stronger and more extreme their fantasy, the easier my job is, and oh how I love my job!

While I am sure that the intense nature of their fantasies make it easier for me, I am also quite certain that my physical appearance keeps my quarry spellbound, keeps their mind hazy, and lulls them into accepting their fate, even while the animal part of them realizes the danger they are in. I know what a beautiful woman can do to a man, and I take full advantage of it. Long legs, perfect 34D chest, and an ass that would make most men cry, I know my weapons well and I make sure to use them to their fullest extent. I was warm and tingly with anticipation, but I would not get trigger happy just yet. I set the trap.

Dear Object,

How about we meet for drinks to see if we are both of the same mind. Meet me on Friday at the Coffee Shop and we can talk at length about what you seek. I am serious, sincere, and wish to make both of our dreams come true. I will be at a table in the back, find me.

I received a reply almost immediately. What a good sign, an eager pet, this will be so much fun…

Friday

I saw him walk in and knew right away I was right about my intuition. He was eager, almost obsessed with his need. I could see it in his eyes as he searched the bar for me. My heart was racing as our eyes met, and he approached the table.

“Hi, I hope I am not late” he spat out as he hurriedly took off his coat and sat at the bench across from me. I was early, I always like to see them coming, and also make them feel uncomfortable to get the upper hand.

“It's nice to meet you,” I offered my hand and smiled. “Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself and what it is that you are looking for. I am quite experienced in making reality out of dreams, no matter how extreme, so please don't hold anything back. I want to know everything, and I promise I will be honest with you about fulfilling your desires.”

He took a deep breath and looked around for the waitress. “Well, I don't know where to begin. But I have always been submissive, ever since I can remember. I have had many ‘sessions' with professional dominatrixes, and while it seems to help, after a few days I find that my hunger to be dominated only grows stronger. That's why I am looking for something permanent, and I am willing to compensate you for that. I need to be objectified and dehumanized in the most extreme way possible. I have had fantasies of being caged forever or turned into a coffee table or other piece of furniture. Things like that. Your email was the only one which sounded serious, so here I am.” He paused to catch my reaction. I cut him off.

“I understand what you are looking for. But I also need you to understand, to do what you request requires a lot of planning and preparation to do it correctly. I know we have only just met, but you do seem sincere and I want you to know I understand what you need. But I also want to make it clear, the only way I can make this a reality is if I have your full cooperation.”

I studied his face. I knew he was turned on. How could any man not be? I was wearing a corset which accentuated my chest, and the silver chain hanging between my breasts only emphasized my femininity. My hair was pulled back into a bun, tight and stern. My lips were glossy and my eyes were boring holes into him. He was losing himself in my beauty, drinking in the poison which would weaken him and drive him on, propel him past that point of no return. Oh this was the best part, but I had to hide my excitement.

“If you are as serious as you claim to be, we can proceed. But this is going to have to be your decision. I want you to think about it over the weekend, because once you start down this road, it will be difficult to back out of it. It is a serious choice, and you have to be certain it is what you really want.”

I could see the disappointment in his face. He wanted to start today, maybe play a little more and satisfy his urges. I was going to have none of that, but I would use my charms to coax his decision and push him the way I wanted him to go. I surprised him next.

“Go to the bathroom and open this,” I handed him a small box. “Put it on, make sure it fits, and then when you come back, sit next to me here on the couch.” I caught him off guard, but with an eager heart he took the box and left the table.

He returned from the bathroom, smiling, and sat next to me.

“I hope it fits well,” I said without even looking at him. I took my napkin, draped it over his crotch and unzipped his trousers. “There we go,” I mused as I slid a sliver lock onto his chastity device and closed it with a satisfying “click.” His cock was engorged and completely filled the device, it must have been difficult for him to get into this. My red fingernails brushed along the plastic and steel contraption before I zipped him back up.

“Pay for the tab, I will email you my number and some instructions tonight. Call me on Sunday. If you are still of the same mind, we will meet Sunday night and proceed. If you change your mind, I will mail you the key and you will never see me or hear from me again.” I kissed him on the cheek and flashed the key to his imprisoned manhood in front of him before I dropped it in my Prada bag and walked away from the table. I knew he was watching me leave, how my short skirt moved over my ass, how my high heels clicked along the tile floor, watching his fantasy walk purposefully out of the restaurant.

Dear Object,

I hope your weekend has been introspective. If you still wish to continue, gather the following items and bring these with you when we meet tonight.

Put your drivers license, creditcards, social security card, passport, and birth certificate into a zip lock bag and seal it. Take all of your monthly bills, financial records and titles to any assets you own and put them in a folder, labeling everything clearly. Print out this power of attorney form I have attached, fill it out, sign it, and also put it in the folder. Lastly, write down all of your email accounts and passwords, print it out, and bring this along as well.

Call me as soon as this is finished. If you decide not to follow through, simply email me your address and I will send a messenger to deliver your key to you tomorrow.

Princess

I attached a picture of my cleavage, showing the key to his chastity belt hanging around my neck. A little reminder of his position and a little insurance to push him over the edge.

The phone rang 2 hours later. He sounded desperate. His need had only amplified over the weekend. I probably didn't need to email him the picture, but I don't like to leave things to chance.

“Please, I need to see you tonight. I have thought about nothing else all weekend and I know this is what I want.” He was panting.

“Meet me in one hour on the corner of 14 th and Broadway, next to the Diesel store.” Was all I said and then I hung up. I tossed the disposable cell phone into the trashcan as I walked out of the bar, confident the wheels were in motion.

He didn't recognize me at first. My hair was down and I looked like any other Sunday afternoon shopper in Union Square . My smile melted his worried face and he approached me, hold a bag with the items I had requested. “Give me the bag once we get in the cab, don't say a word until we get to my apartment,” I instructed as I hailed the yellow cab which would speed him to his destiny.

The ride to my apartment was delicious. I rummaged through his pockets and took his cell phone, wallet and keys and placed them in my purse. As the cab approached my apartment, I paid the driver and led my new boy out of the cab and into my building. Once we walked through the doorway, I led him down the long hallway to my study. I sat at my desk and motioned for him to sit in down across from me. I looked through the bag he had. Everything was there. I took the zip lock bag and set it aside. The folder was neatly arranged, all of his personal information, his bills, the deed to his condo, the email accounts and passwords, everything was in order.

“Well, you still have a chance to back out,” I intoned seductively, taking out the Power of Attorney document and placing it on the oak desk. I could tell his heart was racing. He was thinking that this was finally it. Little did he know it was merely the beginning, just the start of his long journey, only the tip of his iceberg. “Once I sign this, I am going to have it notarized and filed with my attorney. Do you understand?” I leaned over the desk, allowing him to see the key hanging between my breasts, making sure his excitement fogged up his brain, letting him slip away into his fantasy. I could feel the web of his desire binding him as he nodded. I signed the paper, smiling, and then asked him to turn around. There was a camera in the corner. I handed him a piece of paper and then turned the camera on.

“Read this into the camera, this is for both of our safety,” I lied.

“I hereby give the power of attorney to the undersigned and take this step with a clear mind and without any reservations. This is a binding, contractual document between me and the undersigned. I make this pronouncement of my own free will and fully understand all the consequences regarding it…” He continued on, reading the prearranged statement I had made for him. It was very legal and very, very thorough. Once he finished I stopped the video camera and took out the tape, placing it securely in my safe with the signed paperwork and other documents.

“Ok, perfect,” I said as I closed the safe, grabbed the zip lock bag, and told him to follow me into a separate attaching room. Once he was there, I instructed him to lie down on the couch. The room looked like a psychiatrist's office. I wanted to comfort him before I brought the hammer down upon the reality of his situation.

“Relax and take 100 deep breaths, I will be right back to begin our interview.” I left the room, going to get a drink from my kitchen. Along the way, I opened the hatch to the buildings incinerator chute and with a self-satisfied smirk, tossed the zip lock bag down into the furnace below. By the time I got to the kitchen and fixed my drink, I was sure that every document that identified his existence on this earth had turned to ash. I changed to my business suit and then took the documents from my safe and faxed them to a lawyer I worked with on matters like there before. Hitting the send button sent shivers up my spine, knowing his situation was now completely out of his hands, he was about to live his fantasy whether he wanted it or not. I returned to find him still breathing deeply with his eyes closed and looking very calm.

I took a seat next to him and began to ask him reassuring questions, sounding genuine and sincere as I feigned my interest in his psyche. I allowed him to drink in my presence. I loved the way his eyes betrayed his desires, knowing the image before him was slowly grinding on his ability to think clearly. My legs crossed, showing the top of my stockings and the hem of my garter belt, I soothed him and did my best to bring down his defenses. I wanted him to trust me and to lay his soul bare. There is no better tonic in the world than taking a man's exposed self and completely shredding it to pieces!!!

“I am almost through with our interview. But I just wanted to ask you one more thing… Have you ever considered what your life would be like if you were a pig?” I asked, arching an eyebrow and setting my notebook and pen down. He looked confused from the couch. I smiled and laughed at his expression as I picked up my remote. “Because as of now, every single waking moment I have will be devoted to turning you into a grunting, squealing, on-all-fours, slop eating, mud wallowing PIG!” I shouted at him. The curtain dropped on his one act play as I firmly pressed down on the remote, smiling at him and waving goodbye as the couch he was laying on sprang to life.

The speed of the device is fantastic. Its like a mousetrap, once it's sprung, it is quick and efficient. Metal bars sprang out from each side of him and locked above him, then quickly snapped together and collapsed down on his body, using lasers to judge the distance to his body, and then snugly squeeze him to the couch. I call it the venus fly trap, but I am sure all of those who have been snared in it call it much worse.

He screamed at the sounds and movement of the couch, but it was over before he could move an inch. He began to shout obscenities at me, he was terrified and confused, but it was obvious he knew he was trapped. I walked over to him, grabbing a small shiny apple from my desk and stood above his writhing body. As I looked down at him, he began to quiet down. There must have been thousands of things running through his head. Seeing me above him, standing over his head seemed to reassure him that everything was going to be ok. I bent over slowly, letting my breasts plunge down above his head, diffusing any sense of alarm.

“Just relax, accept it, you asked me for this and I promised you that I would deliver,” I let my words drip down to his ears as I took the apple, used it to pry open his mouth and firmly, forcefully jammed it in between his jaw. His mouth was fully stretched but I pushed harder, forcing his teeth into the apple, insuring that there was no way it would be dislodged.

“There we go. Now I can continue without any interruptions. As I was saying, could you imagine what life would be like as a pig?” I was still standing over him, my hands on my hips, looking down onto his helpless form.

“Well I know it's hard to imagine, especially because a pig would not be able to realize its situation. A pig only knows what a pig is and what a pig does. You, on the other hand, you are a human being and possess the ability to think about these things. At least for now. Without giving too much away, in order to become an object, you must not only physically accept that form, your mind must also be altered into that state as well. I know you wanted to be objectified, maybe to be a piece of furniture in my room, but a table or a chair can't think. No, I am not going to turn you into a chair, that would be too boring anyway. A pig, on the other hand, a pig suits you perfectly!” As I said this I began to tap on the remote. The bars holding him down began to hum. He was being shocked, with every flick of my finger his body jerked and his eyes bugged out.

“A PIG!” I shouted again, bringing my finger to the remote, holding it down, sending thousands of volts coursing through his body.

“I am going to take every means I have necessary to BREAK your spirit, DROWN your personality, and CRUSH your hopes of EVER returning to your former human life.” Every word I emphasized brought him another shock from the bars holding him fast. His breathing was shallow and coming in short gasps out of his nose. Drool was already dripping down the side of his mouth. His eyes were searching mine for any bit of mercy. I could tell he was still in a state of shock at the rapid turn of events, and it made me absolutely wet. “Is this too much for you PIG? Too real? You just wait to see what I have in store for YOU! It will be never ending, until your mind literally ceases to exist as a human, I am going to turn you into a PIG whether you like it or not!”

I tapped another button on the remote and the TV monitors in the room came to life. An office came into view on the screen.

“Did you get the documents” I called out.

A man came into view, holding a file and smiling back at me. “Oh yes, I have them right here. I will make sure they are kept safe and will file the papers we discussed relating to all of the asset transfers and discontinuation of his current bills. I also have the insurance documents drawn up and ready for your signature. I will send these over now”

I looked at the soon to be pig on my couch and smiled broadly. I tweaked his nose and rubbed in the situation “Well there you have it, you are no longer a human being with any rights whatsoever. While legalized slavery does not exist, the lawyer I keep on retainer is familiar with methods that, for all practical purposes, will ensure that you only exist on paper, and that you are firmly under my legal control. You see, in a few months, we will file a document questioning your mental competence. I will have someone else impersonate you at the judges hearing with all the proper identification forged, and the judge will declare that ‘you' are no longer able to take care of yourself. Of course you will never, ever be leaving my estate again, but I promise you I will allow you to watch the proceedings from your cell on a closed circuit feed from the court room. Oh yes, I want you to witness your own destruction, I find it helps in the breaking process when my objects realize that there really is no way out. You see, once I have you declared incompetent, there is no going back. You will legally be mine, to do with as I please.”

I began to flick the remote again, shocking him over and over. Laughing after each jump and shake. “Absolutely no way out any more, piggie!” I shocked him with higher intensity. Telling him to shush as I continued to depress the remote and send his body into convulsions. My breasts were heaving as I looked down into his face and spat on him. My red fingernail raised, I looked down at him and then delivered another long and excruciating shock. Over and over, shocking him to watch his body jerk and his eyes squint shut. Shocking him to remove any sense he had of his former fantasy. Shocking him until his body, exhausted and spent, mercifully sent him down a dark hole, deep into unconsciousness.

I pressed another button on the remote and wheels sprang out from the bottom of the couch. As easy as you please, I wheeled him out of the room and into his new home for a very long time. It was not big, it was maybe the size of a large closet. This was what I called the prep room. But he would never see it. Another press of the remote and the bars holding my unconscious little loser retracted, sprouted blades and efficiently removed all of his clothes in less than a minute. With another press, hoses from the side sprang up and sprayed him down twice, once to apply the hair remover, the second to wash it all off his body and down the drain in the center of the room. I grabbed three tubes off of the wall and stood over my piggie to be. Oh he will be so violated when I am through! The first tube went down into his mouth, and I sealed it with a latex spray, effectively closing his mouth, save for the breathing tube. The second tube was forked and slid into his nostrils. A quick spray from my latex sealer and his nose was sealed shut I kept him on his back and looked down at him. Soon, he would not even recognize his own body. I took the chain off from around my neck and unlocked his cock from his cage. Not surprisingly, it sprang to life. I took my time and lubed up the third and final tube. Smiling to myself, I wished he could be awake to see this part. The tube slid effortlessly down through his cockhead and up into his bladder.

As his bladder began to drain through the tube into a jar on the floor, I rolled him onto his stomach and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. Swirling my right hand around in a jar of vaseline, with my left hand I grabbed my specially made butt plug and coated it with a thick layer of lubricant. I loved this plug, it was so perfect. It was made of titanium and was full or microchips and sensors. It cost me over $15,000. When it was fully hooked up, it would perform the dual function of prostrate massager as well as waste eliminator. It took a bit of work, but I finally got it inside him. As I flipped him over, I thought to myself, he looked so funny, a grown man, naked on this table, with multiple tubes sticking out of every opening into his body. Well, he would not be a man for much longer.

Out of a small cabinet I took two small ear buds with tiny antennae and slipped them into each ear. Over his eyes, I placed two silver dollars. Lastly, I took a few small remote patches and attached them to his body- one by his heart, another at the base of his spine, a pair on his temples, and one over his stomach. Those come in handy later, I will know every bit of his body, inside and out. I will use that knowledge to manipulate and control him like my puppet, walk him right along the plank and then make him jump off into the abyss! Here he was, like a package about to be wrapped! This was one of my favorite parts, the cocooning! The best part is, his last human memory of the outside world was looking into my eyes as I shocked the consciousness out of him! And I was about to take all of that away! Oh I was getting turned on, and I didn't want to stop this now, not when he could wake up soon, no I had to finish before having my own fun.

I took the tube from his ass and threaded it through the bottom hole in the wheeled couch. The other three tubes I ran down the length of his body and held below his feet. I held onto them tight as I pressed the button that would forever change his life. With one press, the middle of the table dropped as the sides came up, the top layer of the couch literally peeled off and wrapped him, completely tight, in a neoprene layer, then it vacuumed itself down, tight, onto his body. His entire body was now wrapped in a tight, slick, shiny suit. I checked his breathing tubes, they were still flowing freely. His catheter was still dribbling out a few drops of pee, likely caused by the cinching of the suit around his body. The hole around his ass had closed up around the tube extending our of the plug in his ass. He was sealed, vacuum sealed for freshness I laughed to myself. The waterproof suit was snug around his body, and as I wheeled him out of the prep room, I checked the outer metal fittings and attachments to make sure they were all functioning correctly I wheeled him down to the reconditioning chamber. I was still buzzing from his encasement as I wheeled him over to a large coffin-looking case. The room itself was tile, all black, and from the ceiling hung small cables which I would soon be hooking to his new home. Besides the large coffin-like chamber, there was nothing of note in the room. The coffin itself, however, was another work of art.

I rolled him off of the wheeled couch and into the chamber, and he landed face up with a thud. I thought I heard him make a noise. Oh ,I hoped he wasn't coming to, I had to work quickly. On the inside of the chamber, I attached electrodes and cables to the outside of his suit fittings. The four tubes attached to his orifices I pulled down through the bottom of the chamber and then shut the tubing valve, creating a vacuum seal which would keep the chamber nice and water tight, but also allow his normal bodily functions to continue. Almost done!

I walked to the front of the coffin where his head was facing up. Looking down, I relished the moment as I flicked the switch labeled “FILL” and watched as the coffin began to fill and slowly float his body up off of the bottom. There were mirrors on the ceiling, and I took the time to lie up on the table, look into the mirror and run my fingers down between my legs as he slowly rose on the water as the chamber filled to the half way point. Now for the part I loved the most. The electrodes and cable attached to the side of his suit began to hold him down as the water now began to rise around him. Higher and higher it went, rising up over his legs and belly. I could see in the mirror, as it rose higher, covering his chest and then it was only his encased face above the water. And like the inevitability of sand in a hour glass, soon even his head was under water, held down by the cables, as the water keep filling the coffin. Another 6 inches it rose until the automatic shut off valve sensed the top of the chamber. I was weak with an impending orgasm, looking down onto his body, completely covered in water, knowing his human days were now officially numbered. I brought myself close to orgasm, and then right as I fell over the edge and came, I flicked the “CLOSE” switch and watched as the top of the reconditioning chamber slowly entombed him in his watery existence.

I came so hard I cried out as the final click sounded, marking the official beginning of his new life. Much like a worm, he will come out of his cocoon, but not as a butterfly, but as a pig! A real, human pig! I rose from the couch and attached the wires and cables from the room itself down onto the chamber. The four tubes that sustained his life I attached to their respective hoses and wheeled the cart out, shutting the door behind me. I love being thorough, and he was about to awake to a whole new world I have created for him. He asked for it, I hope he has no regrets, I giggled to myself, knowing he would soon not even be himself much longer.

I entered the control room like I had done countless times before, but as with each new victim, the first time was always a rush. From here I could not only see the chamber, but also the inside of the chamber, as well as view his complete diagnostic reading, his heart rate, his breathing rate, his brain waves, his hunger level, everything. I also had days and days of recorded messages, sounds, and commands at my disposal. The feeding, breathing and waste tubes seemed to be working fine. Now for the best part… welcoming him to his new home…

I put the headset on and adjusted the levels, sitting back in a large leather chair with my feet up on the control board.

“Wake up, little pig, its time to wake up, no more sleeping…” nothing. The monitors still showed him unconscious. Hmm… his heart rate and breathing hadn't changed. I was sure the ear buds were working, maybe another try.

“Time to wake up little pig, rise and shine, today is the first day of the rest of your life.”

He was waking up. His heart and breathing rates just rocketed! Oh to be able to look into his eyes right now. But of course, they are closed, and he is wrapped up in a neoprene suit, and held under water! Oh god I was getting turned on just thinking about how utterly helpless he is right now.

“Sshh little one, stop struggling and relax, that's it, relax and breathe easy, you are ok, you are just under my control.” I noticed that he stopped struggling. The monitors showed his breathing had slowed somewhat although his heart was still racing.

“Welcome Pig, to your new home. Do you know where you are? Well if I told you, it would ruin everything. However, I will let you in on one thing… you wont be getting out until all your human mental traits have been erased and replaced with what I want. And you know what I want, I want you to be my little pig. So, it really doesn't matter where you are, now does it? I hope you enjoy listening to my voice, because I have hours and hours and hours of things to say to you. However, this will be our last live conversation until I have you on all fours squealing like a pig and slopping up gruel from a trough, and by then, you will only understand simple commands. So you see this really is our last conversation together. Doesn't that sound like fun!”

I paused to let it sink in and then started again, delighting in the knowledge that he was so secure and helpless, “Oh trust me, little pig, I know you will resist, but trust me, I will break you. I have done it to so many men before you, you might think you are special, but you are not and you are not the first I have taken. You will see them all one day, they are in my stable in the countryside, and they provide me with so much amusement. You are just another number now, another pig-to-be-branded. While I could lie to you and tell you that if you accept your fate now, the process will be so much easier, but what's the point in that. Every person has a breaking point, even when they don't resist and let the process work, eventually that last bit of their own personality lashes out and tries to reclaim itself. That last spark of who they are tries to reach up and reclaim what was once theirs. It is only once this last part of you has been defeated that you will become what I want. And while you can accept your fate and submit to me, it is that deeper part of you, the real you, deep down, that I am going to destroy and eliminate. Why? Because you asked me to remember? Oh I know, you didn't think it would be real did you? You didn't think I would go through with it, or if I did, that you would just be some slave in a cage or tied to a table. Oh no, when I want to objectify someone, I go all the way, starting inside then out. Yes, not only will your thoughts be like a pig, I have all the right doctors and artists here to make sure that you look like a pig too. I know, there is no need to thank me now, you can oink for me and squeal with delight once I feed you your first spoonful of glop in your pen. But for now, just remember, fight it or not, it is going to happen. You are not going to be who you are much longer. I can tell you this much from what I have seen in the past: time will lose its meaning while you are here, your sanity will erode, and eventually you will succumb to my program retraining process and once that happens, your days as a human being are over. So, it was hello and goodbye, such bitter sweetness! Goodbye Pig, see you on the other side! Mwaah!”

I could see the monitor on his heart and breathing rate, he was in a panic. He was struggling but could find no way out of his bondage, and he never would. I was planning on keeping him in there as long as it took, and maybe longer just for good measure. But on average it took 3 months to reprogram a man into a pig. I am sure it feels like forever to those poor helpless men I have put in the coffin. And as they lose their minds to me, I am sure a part of them remembers that last look as I shocked them from the world of the living into their new nightmare.

I got up from the chair and walked over to the control panel and set the dial to day one and hit start. There was a specific process it went through. Hours of my voice reiterating to them that it was useless to resist, that eventually their life would cease as they knew it, and that surrender was the only option. These messages would be followed by forced feeding of soft food through their mouth tube, and then once the butt plug felt the need, forced evacuation and a cleansing enema after every bowl movement.

After the first week of preparing him like this, the messages would be stopped and replaced by sounds of a hog farm. Hours and hours of grunting, squealing and snorting would bombard him. And when the hogs on the audio recording were fed, the feeding tube would begin to feed him at the same time. And slowly, as the week progressed, the food would be mixed in more and more with real pig food, slop and gruel, until by the end of the second week, he was eating pig's food and hearing nothing but pig sounds.

The third week would introduce pig smells through his nostril breathing tube in addition to being shocked with electricity when the pigs in the recording were branded. It's the third week when the real breaking process begins. I make sure the program allows for sleep, however, it is broken up and varied to wear him down physically and mentally. The process is very straight forward, it just takes time. However with time, all things are possible. And within a few months, he would no longer be a human, but a pig and a happy pig he would become!

You see, I use a man's natural response to sexuality to retrain him to be a pig as well. The prostrate massager inside his butt plug will work him into a needy state of release, but he will only get that once a week. Other than that, every day for a few hours he will be manipulated and teased by the massager, but not allowed to orgasm until the set time. And for that, I have him orgasm when he hears my voice. I record myself at a pig farm, a real pig farm, cooing and speaking softly to the pigs, and play this over and over right before the prostrate massager works its magic. He will begin to associate my voice with pleasure and my commands with an orgasm. Once he is fully retrained as a pig, he will instinctively know I am his owner and will do whatever I say to please me. Oh yes, I had him in the palm of my hand and I only had to wait. Time was on my side.

I have no idea what it must be like to be in that chamber for a few months, especially under a regime where the only sounds he hears are pig noises and the only food he gets is slop. It must be mind numbing and maddening to go through, thinking it will never end. But eventually, it always does. Eventually he breaks and his own person becomes lost. Madness grips him and takes the form of a pig. Oh I know, he could never truly think like a pig, who even knows what that entails. I am quite certain that he just goes insane and accepts that he is a pig. But I don't like to tell him that, it will make him fight harder. I want the insanity to be the surprise, so as he is going mad, part of him resigns himself to the pig reprogramming and just loses control.

It usually takes a few months, so after I got back from my summer trip to Europe I checked in on how the piggie was doing. Despite how long I was away, the machine that he was in was operating perfectly. There was still a months worth of pig gruel in the barrel and none of the programs seemed to have malfunctioned. I reprogrammed the machine to start the exit process, beginning the next day. He would be slowly and deliberately tortured with shocks for hours until finally he would be repeatedly shocked over and over until he lost consciousness. I went to bed, exhausted from the jet lag and set my alarm for when the severe jolts started in his chamber. I would be taking my pig soon, I was very excited!

I walked down to the control room the next day to witness the shocks. They were strong and while he did react, he didn't cry. I turned on his internal microphones and waited, with the next shock I heard it. I was so excited I clapped my hands together and screamed! Another shock and he did it again! OMG I had done it! It worked! Another shock of electricity and he continued to do it! He was squealing! He was squealing like a pig! I had done it! It worked, he was a pig, a real human pig! Oh how wonderful! I would fully take advantage of him before sending him to the farm. I got on my cell phone and called my girlfriends. I was planning a party, and this new pig was going to be the highlight of the show! I got up from my chair as the shocks increased and he squealed over and over.

“Can you hear that? Yes, that's him! That's the guy I told you about last week! I am about to release him from his chamber. Can you hear how pig-like he sounds? Oh yes, definitely bring your camera and your girlfriend too. Don't forget your strap-ons, I want to hear him squealing when you rip him in half!”

Another number dialed, “Oh yes, that's him squealing in the background! No, I swear to god I am not making that up. Ummm sure, I don't see why not, don't all pigs get marked? Just make sure I am there when you brand him, I want to see the look in his eyes when his ass lights up!”

And another “Isn't that a wonderful sound? You have got to hear it live! The party is this weekend, Friday, don't even think of missing it. Oh you do? How do you know his ex-girlfriend? Well bring her along, I am sure she will love to see what I have turned him into! Oh yes, absolutely bring that too, I want her to remember this for a while!”

I went down to the chamber and walked over to his coffin. I was sure he was unconscious, the shocks had stopped and the green light was on in the control room, he was done and able to be released. I flicked the DRAIN switch and heard all the water being sucked out of the coffin. I opened the top and undid all of the cables. Lifting him out was a little difficult, but once he was out and on the floor, I drug him down the hall to my small bedroom which had a steel cage bolted to the floor. I cut his neoprene suit open, removed the tubes and plug, pushed him into the cage, and locked the door. He would wake up in a few hours, oh the joy of a new pet!

I got a few things together, filled the trough I had installed against my living room wall, and decided to relax I would go out shopping. I place a bowl of water through the pig cage opening and set off for SoHo . Oh how I love a nice day of shopping after thoroughly breaking a man! He had been a man only 3 months before, and now he was reduced to a squealing piglet! The possibilities, oh the extreme humiliation and degradation he was going to go through before I had him sent away. Although I had an idea of what went on at the farm, honestly, I had never been there. I am sure that after a while, like all pigs, they wind up on a spit. But I didn't know and I didn't care. I loved what I did and trapping men like him was easier than ever.

Its almost as though they craved it, at least in their little fantasy world. I was secretly hoping that maybe, just maybe, I could get him to snap out of his madness over a long period of time. For him to begin to come back to the world of humans, for him to maybe regain his bit of sanity, just so that I could show him what he had become. To show him the hours and hours of video tape I would have of him. Videos of him performing the most hideous acts, all the while squealing and grunting. Oh God it was great to be a beautiful woman! The power I have over men, it makes me absolutely tingle inside. I make cocks hard just by walking down the street. How can I possibly shop after a day like today! And just wait for the party!!!

Friday…

I had over 15 friends coming to the unveiling. All of them women. All of them absolutely dying to see my new addition. Some of them were bringing other girlfriends. An ex-girlfriend of the Piggie's is even in the mix. I wanted it to be informal, but everyone I told insisted that they dress for the party. Some are coming in fetish gear that would make a gimp soil his union suit. Others are going to be in formal attire, black dresses and high heels. A few are dressing for the part, coming as farm hands and cowgirls (there are no such thing as piggirls, imagine that!). I am going to be dressed in my favorite outfit. It's an all black shiny latex suit, with a strap-on permanently affixed to the outside, pointing up in an obscene gesture of defiance. The suit and the cock are both shiny and slick. Over it I wear a small, white and black checkered rubber skirt, which shows my ass from behind and makes no allusion as to what is hiding underneath in the front. My chest is held high and looks almost too perfect in this suit. My hair will spill down the back in a long ponytail. While this suit is just too good, it's the boots that go with it which make me just purr like a kitten when I see myself in the mirror. Not only are they nice and black and shiny, they are also perfect for violating men on their knees. The heel is about 4 inches long, and tapered, much like a phallus, but not soft and warm. No this phallus was brutally hard and cold. I couldn't wait to get him on his back and ram this right down his Pig throat!

As the guests arrived I kept my pig in his cage in the separate room in the darkness. I had been feeding him all week from a small bowl, filled with pig slop, and he had accepted his role perfectly. I would hear him squeal and grunt when I fed him, and he even made little satisfied noises when he was finished. Cleaning him was a cinch, just turn on the power hose and wash him and his filth down the drain in the corner of the room. I didn't want him to ever see a toilet again, at least not for a while, I wanted him to be alone in his room, letting his pig persona locked deep in his madness to take hold. It was working splendidly, and soon I could show everyone the true state of men, what all men should be reduced to!

“When do we get to see him?” was question I heard over and over as the party revved up, but I wanted to make sure everyone was here and that they were at least a little tipsy before bringing him out for his show. I didn't know how he would react out of his cage, but I was sure he would be overwhelmed, which is exactly what I wanted!

At midnight , I walked to his room. On cue my girlfriend played the soundtrack of the pig farm that he had been hearing over and over when he was in the water chamber. I opened his door and turned on the light. He looked terrified. His eyes were as big as saucers and his face was sort of in shock. I held a cattle prod in my right hand and approached his cage. He scurried to the back corner. I tried to soothe him, using the same commands and phrases from the audio recording which had been playing over and over in his head. “Its ok little Pig, don't worry, everything is going to be fine,” oh how I lied.

I unlocked his cage and opened the door. I called for him to come out, but he wasn't moving. I walked over to the cage and flicked the switch on my cattle prod. It made a hissing and snapping sound, but he didn't move. As I brought the cattle prod closer to him, he began to whimper like a scared piggie! Oh I was almost creaming in my pants with the look on his face and the sounds coming out of him! Right on time, the pig soundtrack in the other room began to play the feeding time loop. All the pigs began to grunt and squeal and you could hear them slurping up gruel. He got excited and without even looking at me, ran out of his cage and, on all fours just like a pig, he grunted and shuffled down the hallway to the sound of the pigs' dinner. I followed behind him and watched with glee as the expressions on the women's faces all went slack with shock. To them, he WAS a pig! He scurried right by all the beautiful women dressed before him and stuck his head right in the trough I had installed on the wall, grunting with delight at the mess he was devouring.

“Ok ladies, I am proud to announce a new member of the stable, Pig #76, do with him as you please!” I shouted above the roar of laughter and howls of delight.

Before he knew what was happening to him, four cowgirls surrounded him. One sat on his back and forced his head to stay in the trough. The other two lassoed his thighs and pulled his legs as far apart as possible. While the pig began to howl, the fourth cowgirl tipped her hat to the audience of onlookers and took an enormous dildo out of her six-shooter holster and attached it to the front of her harness, riding over her jeans. She raised a boot and stuck the pig with a spur, forcing him to whine and struggle, everyone, myself included, laughed and laughed and laughed. Oh he was so fucked now! She planted both feet inside of his thighs, and lubed up her impaler from tip to base before positioning herself against his asshole.

“Ride em cowgirl” someone shouted and at that precise moment, I could see the tip of her cock sliding into his asshole. It was enormous, it had to have been almost 10 inches long and as wide as a baby's arm. The squeal from him sounded more pig-like than anything I had ever heard. Everyone, I mean everyone in attendance began to cheer. He was squirming, but the girls holding him down and roping his legs were not moving an inch. They had much practice before, I was sure. Flashes were seen throughout the room as people began to capture this breaking-in on film. I could see the cowgirl's face who was riding him, she was in pure ecstasy. I got closer and could hear her talking to him.

“That's it, pig, this is what you deserve, you are going to get fucked like this every day until I ram a steel spit up your ass and out your mouth, and cook you over a fire pit! Oh yes, if I get my way with you after the auction, I am going to skewer you and have a cookout! But right now, I am just going to fuck your ass inside out, take it pig, take it! After each thrust, he grunted and squealed more and more as the monster attached to her pelvis invaded him with each thrust, sliding further and further up his ass. Finally, he was completely impaled on her strap-on, his face pushed down in the slop, his pig arms held behind his back and his legs pulled wide apart. His eyes were wider than ever and his mouth was breathing in short quick gasps as she began to withdraw and then re-enter him over and over, fucking him slowly but deeply, building up the momentum as she stretched out his ass. He was helpless, he was completely broken, and I was in heaven.

Once the cowgirl had her fill of fucking the pig, she withdrew and the girls all cheered. One of my girlfriends grabbed her long iron from the fire, the tip glowing red hot, and approached the pig.

“Can someone hold down his head and arms?” she asked. There were no shortage of volunteers. He was pulled out of the gruel trough squealing and grunting, wheezing and snorting, and forced to the ground on his face. Two girls held down each arm while the cowgirls with ropes still held his legs apart and the one on his back continued to sit while stepping on his face with her boot.

“Now, I would like to officially brand #76, however I want a democratic vote. Do we brand him like a cow on his ass, or like a Pig and give him a French kiss?” The women all began to laugh, it didn't really matter, this pig was getting what he deserved. He would be branded soon enough, it just mattered where, everything else was settled. While people were quickly discussing, someone shouted out what everyone was thinking:

“Why don't you give him both brands!” and everyone instantly agreed, as thought she had said what everyone was already thinking.

“What a great idea. Well not so great for our little oinker here, but oh so great for us! Ok cowgirls, please keep his legs far apart while I work…” and with that she took the iron with a “7” on it and approached him from behind.

I could see the pigs face on the floor. He was staring over at me. He had a look of pleading. A look of terror. A face that betrayed his fear and yes, I could see, he was aroused. His cock was hard and practically dripping. Oh what a disgusting little pig, unable to control himself with all the women present. I walked over to where he was held down, his ass high in the air, up on his knees with his head forced to the ground. I knelt down beside him and began to repeat parts of the tape.

I began to recite the words to him that I said to the other real pigs before they were branded. “Aww piggie, its going to be ok, it will only hurt for a second, don't you worry or struggle anymore, you are safe with me.” He looked up almost understanding and began to quiet down and relax. I nodded over to my girlfriend with the iron and she smiled and pressed the red hot iron against his left testicle. He screamed, he didn't squeal, he screamed, loud and bloody, like and animal. While she grabbed the second iron I looked down at the pig and slapped him as hard as I could. “Pigs don't scream, they squeal, I don't want to ever hear that again!” And she proceeded to brand his right testicle with the number “6” and again he screamed.

The women around him were excited, I could tell from his screams they were getting turned on. They knew what this meant. I knew what it meant too, but I was not happy at all.

“Can I give him the brand on his ass now?” everyone was looking at me, the pig was still screaming and almost making words. He was trying to yell obscenities but all that came out was gobbledygook. I knew, however, that it was only a matter of time before it would be intelligible words. I knew that he was regaining his humanity much sooner than I had hoped. It had barely been a week! I knew what I had to do, and while part of me was disappointed, the other part was absolutely wet and pulsing with the thought of immersing him for another 3 months in the chamber to totally and completely destroy him. Maybe it would take 4 months, maybe 6 months, oh god maybe a year! I didn't care, he was going back in tonight! He was going back in right now, and I would have my pleasure of doing it to him while he was completely conscious!!!

“Well, ladies, I would love to say yes. But I am afraid, for our safety, and for the safety of this pig here, I need to take him back to the drawing board immediately. Would anyone here like to help me in the prep room?” Again there were no shortage of volunteers…

The pig began to squeal and squirm when we dragged him out of the party and down the hall to the prep room.

“Oh yes, you pathetic excuse for a man, you silly four-legged slop eater, I am not done with you yet! Not by a long shot!” I stared down into his eyes, my chest accentuated by my catsuit, the strap on bobbing up and down as I marched behind him down the hallway, making it clear that he was doomed. “You are going to get it, but this time it will be much worse. Do you think you were the only pig that didn't take to the retraining and reprogramming process the first time through? Oh I have broken every man I have been given, and you will be no exception. Its too bad for you that you are so strong-willed, because it will just mean a longer period of torture until your personality, your humanity, all that is you, dissolves like salt into water. And I am going to see it happen!!”

“Ladies, put him up here on the cocoon machine and hold him down while I press the button on the remote. We can affix his tubes by cutting holes in the neoprene and then just cocoon him again once they are set.” The hauled him up on the long, black, shiny wheeled couch looking contraption.

“Any last words, little pig? You almost had me fooled, but the branding always bring out the human in someone! So, before we send you back into the deep dark night of eternal nothingness, do you have anything to say?”

They all held him down, stretching his arms above his head and his legs below.

He was looking up at me. My chest was rising and falling with excitement. I could see he was unable to take his eyes away from my face and body. He was almost in a trance. He began to cry.

“Please, don't, please, don't do this to me, I cant take it anymore. Please don't put me back in that thing, whatever it was, I didn't think it would be like this, that I would end up like this, please, please don't do this to me.”

I smiled and looked at the other women. They were all smiling as they looked down on his begging and pleading form. He was helpless. There was no way out for him but through our own mercy.

“Oh now pig, I don't know…I know you didn't plan on it being this real. But I have signed papers from you, a video statement, and by now I have all of your assets and the court granted me the legal power over you as an individual after you were declared incompetent. Why should I let you out of what you begged me for?” I reasoned with him.

I nodded to one of the girls, and she began to stroke his cock, bringing it to life, hard and erect. He tried to speak, but I could tell her handiwork was clouding up his mind.

“I mean seriously, look at all of us around you, all these beautiful women, were here for your own good. You know deep down you are nothing but a pig, and we mean to keep you this way… forever… don't you see?” Her hands began to massage him in earnest. I lowered myself so that all he could see was my chest and my face. His entire world was my beauty.

“Now little pig, whether you like it or not, whether you beg and plead or not, whether you cry and whine, you ARE going back in that chamber, you will be in it for much longer this time too I am afraid. I will let you in on a secret, though. Last time was three months. This time it might be six months or longer! In fact, I might not ever let you out! To be perfectly honest, I kind of like the idea of keeping you in there permanently! What would you say to that?” As I remarked, he looked stunned and the girls saw this and began to giggle.

He was gaining momentum, his cock was sticking straight up and his body began to arch, he was close to an orgasm and I knew it. I used it to my full advantage. I reached over on the table and brought over another release form. I wanted his signature on this, just to keep things nice and tidy, so there would never be any consequences at all, despite all the other legal trappings that held him down in my power. I was not one to ever take any chances.

“Doesn't that sound like a good idea, little pig, forever in this chamber, never seeing the light of day, never again allowed to crawl and oink, to walk or think, to be nothing but a worm in a cocoon, isn't that what you really want?” I asked seductively, my chest brushing up against his nose, my scent overpowering him. The other girls began to stroke his body as the girl touching his cock began to milk him in long slow strong movements.

“Sign this, sign this release which states you want to be apart of a scientific experiment in long term sensory depravation. Sign it pig, you know you will make us all happy if you do, deep down you know it is for the best.” I put the pen in his hand and put the paper down on his chest. I took his hand and placed the tip of the pen on the line. I unzipped the back of my latex suit and allowed my breasts to be exposed. Taking one breast I put the nipple into his open mouth and he began to suck, almost instinctively. I smiled down at him and brushed his hair, caressing his cheek. “Sign it, sweetie, we want you to, and most of all, you know you want this, you begged me for it, and now, you are going to get it, just sign your life away, sign your name so I can put you in this water coffin for the rest of your life!” His hand began to move. I nodded to the girl and she brought him over the edge into a climax just as he began to sign the paper.

He looked up into my eyes as his hands finished. He realized only then what he had done and he began to cry.

“You… you... you are such a heartless bitch!” he wailed as I smiled, pulling my breast away from his mouth. I took the pen and paper and set it on my desk. I came back with my remote as he struggled and fought with the girls. I would send him to a deep dark place, and he would be fully conscious as I was doing it!!!

“Ok now piggie, say goodbye to all the girls, say goodbye to me, and good bye to life as you know it, you will never, EVER be coming out of your little cocoon! One – Two – Three!” I shouted, and on three all the girls let go of him as I pressed down on the remote. The entire couch wrapped him up in a nice neoprene suit before he could even make a move. I could hear him moaning and gasping for air, and as I began to cut the airhole for his breathing and feeding tubes, I noticed his erection was already back despite having just came. After I cut away his mouth and nose I began to massage his hard-on through the suit.

“Oh my little worm, don't worry, I didn't not forget about this. You didn't think I would allow you to go back into your coffin out of chastity did you? Oh no, no no no, you are going to be back in your coffin for the rest of your life and your cock will never ever be hard again. Do you hear me through this suit?” he let out a whimper that told me what I wanted to know. My hand was working up and down his shaft, the neoprene suit sliding up and down against his skin must have felt wonderful.

“Can you get me a bucket of ice while I cut the suit around his genitals? And bring back all the tubes from the other room as well, we have to get out worm ready for his long hibernation!”

He began to whimper more, as I brought him closer to orgasm. I stopped to cut away his suit and then really began to massage his cock, pulling on the head and stroking him deep and long, holding him at the base and after a few minutes, bringing him right to the edge of his orgasm.

When my girlfriend came back with the ice, I asked the group, “So what do you think, should this worm have a last orgasm before being locked up for the rest of his life? Or was the orgasm he just had the last he will ever experience?”

My Asian friend with long, shiny black hair and a body that looked like a barbie doll spoke up immediately. “Well, I think he was lucky to have an orgasm today. And you know, what a more fitting way to send him into eternal blackness, than frustrated and wanting, but never having it again!”

One of the cowgirls then spoke up, her blonde hair bouncing as much as her chest as she excitedly chimed in, “Yes, and you know, how much more humiliating would it be for him to remember that the last orgasm he had was when he was signing away his ability to ever be free? How horrible will the realization be, once he is in this coffin for a week, a month, a YEAR that the last orgasm he will ever have was manipulated out of him by us so that he would sign the papers which would put him back in his cocoon… FOREVER!”

The other two girls purred their approval and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of heat in between my legs when she said this. I continued, “Well then, I guess it's settled, no orgasm for you, worm, ever again. I hope the memory of your last one is enough to keep you for the next… 50 years!!!” All the women in the room laughed and one even tweaked the head of his still hard, swollen cock.

He heard it all, because I could feel the sobs racking his body as I placed the bag of ice on his penis to get him soft for his chastity belt. I then began to cut away around his ears to install the ear buds and get him ready for the tubes in his nose and mouth and ass and penis…

Oh how I could not wait to get him in the water coffin! And this time he would feel the water filling up and around him, he would feel the top of the coffin sliding shut, and he would hear my laughter from the control room as I teased and tortured him, every single day for the rest of his meaningless life. Yes, I was going to keep my word, and besides, I needed a showpiece for my living room, and his cocoon was going to be just the thing to make wonderful hours of conversation!

THE END