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Collected by Djian
update august 28 - 2009
WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read
any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.
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The Cage
by seezinhai
seezinhai@yahoo.com
Day 201- The Auction
The pigs all marched in step as the owner looked on. Today was a big day for them all, he thought after wiping away a small tear from the corner of his eye. Today they would graduate. They had been his property for two hundred days! Now it was time for them to be sold.
Megan, the instructor was putting them through one last round of exercises and routines. The pigs feet slapped the smoothed dirt surface outside of the owners mini-mansion.
The pigs' putter was immaculate he thought. Once, their movements were uncoordinated and awkward. The pigs would routinely bump into each other like a herd of clumsy elephants. Now they were all puttering in sync. As one pig's left foot raised to move, the following pig's foot would replace it in the exact spot.
The pigs's skin had become hardened muscle, their was minimal bouncing from their tits and ass cheeks. These sows were in peak human condition. Though their brains were now mush. I had administered all of my techniques to a 'tee' making certain that no part of their old ways of thinking, remained.
"Stop, position 9, you pigs!!!" Megan yelled at the top of her lungs. She slapped Pig 6 hard on her bare ass; as the healthy young woman stood bent over with her fingers interlocked with her toes.
"The pig should have it's face at it's knees, tits against thighs! How many fuckin' times do I have to go over this with you pigs?!"
While Megan had given them many rigorous tasks which made left them awash in sweat; it was I who truly punished them. Once Pig 7, one of only three brunettes in this crop; failed to submit during her piercing. I forced her to eat a pound of shit from the dumpsite. She screamed in awful tones as she munched on the clumps fallen from her fellow pigs' butts'.
"Torment is key"' the Owner mused.
If anyone of them slipped and spoke aloud they would be beaten while tied into the pillory.
Their frightened and yet sexy faces would plead; eyes bright with fear at my whip and buzzer. When the sow is placed into the pillory, I find it best to utilize a rectal electric probe for shock. The neck 'buzzer' just doesn't have the same effect. To hear them correct their mispoken english by bellowing loudly their grunt of mercy, is to hear sheer heaven.
"OOOOOooooooinnnnnnnk! OOOhhhaaHhoOOOOOoohhhoooooooIIinnKK!"
To watch as they struggle within the frame and restraints; their hands clenched in tightened fists. Their pretty feet sweaty and stinking, toes spread wide in each direction. THe probe nestled in their tight and helpless anus is truly a sight to behold. The hanging breast meat drenched and blushing. To add further punishment, I like to plug both nostils forcing the pig to breathe only with it's mouth. This gives an even more strained and submissive octave to their grunts and squeals.
When one pig is being 'seasoned' the others look on intently from inside The Cage. Some cry at the treatment of their fellow sow and others grunt the Pig's Plea. Some clutch each other; their naked bodies smushed into shivering meat. Other simply hug themselves and fart with a slightly more determined pace.
Filthy Pigs...if only I didn't need to let them go. I'd keep them here forever. Even well into their sixties; with the proper upkeep they'd still be begging to dump once squatted. In the end most will likely live out such a life. Their new masters will undoubtedly keep them in servitude forever or until they are again auctioned in some rare cases. Nobody wants to give up a slave; especially when the slave is a beautifully sculpted woman who no longer is willing or able to think for herself. Shit, my pigs no longer are aware of themselves; they think as animals, no other ways to it. Choice, has been stripped from them. The standard modes of thinking used by everyday people have been removed from their brains.
When left without a voice or at least the ability to speak words, it is remarkable how fast one can lose the focus necessary to think as a person..
"Their all set...I will take them to the cage. WIll that be it for today?" Megan asked.
"Yes, I shall call you when I have a new crop. As always it has been a pleasure..."
The pigs are all still asleep in their cage when the owner awakens them. He presses the button on his remote switch. this causes them to all jump up abruptly as the electricity flows through their bare bodies.
"Naps over Pigs...time to put on a show."
The pigs stood in line still weary from their exercise and rest. The owner took each individually to the shower area and hosed them down. He made certain to scrub them extra hard. He then tossed them each a large lotion bottle.
"Empty the entire bottle all over your naked bodies. Do not miss a spot, you PIGS!"
The Pigs obliged by dumping hordes of lotion onto their bodies. Some of them enjoyed the sensation of rubbing the lotion onto their skin, the Owner noticed. Pig 19 in particular would only rub her big butt with lotion. She circled each cheek over and over again.
The Owner watched his little piggies and sighed...
The audience had gathered to attend the annual auction, on the Owner's estate.
"It is good to see all of the invites were in attendance." The Owner thought as he panned the foyer of his palatial estate.
Many of the attendees where foreign dignitaries. The price to appear and bid was enormous and only a priveledged few where allowed admittance.
"The Ball of Tumultuous Flesh; the invites' read", "I think this year's ball will fetch more than one million total. Though in all honesty, I don't do this for money.
THe pigs entered the hall to a standing ovation. The owner had taken the proper steps in preparing them for this ceremony. It had been a long bout for the Owner, he had forced them all into full and complete beastiality. Thirty-seven women of great beauty and orthodoxy were reduced to naked slaves for profit.
"Pig 1 stands at five feet and six inches. She has naturally blond hair and blue eyes. Her measurements are thirty-seven, twenty-five, thirty-nine."
The assembly of wealth and aristocracy looked on closely from their finely crafted chairs at the submissive sow. Pig 1 stood at the center of the stage atop it's catwalk which split the rows of seated pig enthusiasts.
Quickly she dropped her head and shook her long golden blond hair.
Next, she raised her face and stared out into the crowd while holding her mouth wide open, she then stuck out her tongue.
With her arms tight to her sides, Pig 1 brought her hands to her tits, cupping them for display.
One of the attendees quickly tossed up his auction summons placard.
"Easy, Lawrence, the bidding on Pig one will begin at ten thousand. Which our friend Lawrence is opening with", the Owner announced; as he stood with the microphone.
Pig 1 turned, bent over and immediately spread herself out for the rich voyeurs. The pigs' movements were swift and precise. She stepped back as she spread; as trained mercilessly for the past half year.
Pig 1 then made her way back to the stage and paced the other side; as Pig 2 began along the opposite side.
"Pig 2, was an earnest sow. Obedient from day one. This pigs stands six feet even and has soft hazel eyes."
Pig 2's thick body hops along with each of her animal like steps. While Pig 1 stands near the edge of the stage under a large lamp.
Pig 2 squats while keeping her hands on the top of her head. Her double D tits bounce so hard upon her dip that it throws off her balance, briefly.
Several more begin bidding on Pig 2 as Pig 1's winning bid of forty-seven thousand is confirmed.
The row of naked pigs are all in their 'grouping' pose and await their turn patiently. None of them seem shocked at the fact that their are being sold like cattle. It's funny to see them all thoughtless and voiceless, save for their grunts.
"Pig 3, stands at five feet and four inches. Her background shows great accomplishment. Now she is nothing more than flesh for your usage.
The Owner chuckled to himself as he saw his assistant, Megan; bid on this Pig.
Pig 3 stumbled from the lineup of sows and stood before the Owner, looking cluelessly. This illicited a sharp slap at her buttocks, prompting her to scurry along the stage and out onto the catwalk. Her clumsy footwork was seen as cute to the drunken master class.
"Twenty-five..."
Twenty-six, thousand!..."
"Thirty-fuckin' thousand dollars for that dumb bitch..."
The pacing of the auction was fluid. Pig 4 walked out onto the stage and displayed her hair face, mouth and tits in rapid order. Pig 5 garnered tremendous praise at the width of her cheeks spreading; so wide her pussylips were three inches apart themselves. Pig 6 did a number of jumping jacks as ordered on the spot by the Owner.
Upon their run on the stage the Pigs would stand in their display stance and await the next order. Some of the winning bidders were already feasting on the flesh of their prize. Pig 1 was greeted to a full hand being shoved into her mouth. The woman who had bought Pig 3 was cautioned after slapping the pig so hard it interrupted the bidding. The inspections of the naked women was harsh indeed.
Pig 10 was found in Puerto Rico and is a virgin; though, during my training of the pigs her pretty golden brown asshole was probed aplenty for medical purposes, of course.", the Owner joked.
Pig 9 who was the tallest of the newly appointed slaves at 6'3 bent over so that everyone could see her ass and clit. It seemed the entire audience leaned in to take a peak.
Pig 14 dropped to a full split; both wide-legged one and a straight one. Her body raised and she tiptoed back in step. She then layed on her back and brought her body to her chest as she made circles with her legs.
Pig 17 stood on all fours, legs wide, her ass and pussy on display for all to see.
"Spread your toes, Pig!", the Owner ordered. Pig 17 complied.
Upon his request, the pigs all had done various tasks on stage to impress the buyers. This helped to prove their loyalty and obedience. But unlike previous years; the Owner would not keep himself out of the bidding. As business transactions took place and each buyer awaited their prize, the thirty-seven pigs stood as a group for the last time. A line of pliable pork to be utilized forever as chattel. The pigs all had their collars removed and they were forced to kneel at the feet of their specific master..
Pig 12 kneeled over fully. Her long blond hair flowing from her back and onto the ground. Her bare tits hung low and her ass sat on her feet, which lay flat as trained. She kissed the shoe of her new master...the Owner.
"Pig 12 is one seasoned piece of meat, I, and I alone will enjoy her ass."
The rest of the evening was spent with the masters and slaves grouped together during the feast. THe feast was held in the large dining hall of the Owner. The pigs sat naked on the cold marble floor and were fed scraps from the plate of the owner. Some masters were more generous than others, however. As the elites sat and laughed and ate mightily, Pig 12 repeated her feed grunt as she knelt, bare-assed next to the chair of the Owner. He ignored her pleas while raising his priceless goblet.
" A toast, A toast to the Pigs...whose labor and loyalty will last longer than their tongues!
The masters all smiled.
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