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Collected by Djian
updated august 24 - 2008

Animal Farm
by anon


CHAPTER 1

Parker gazed across the restaurant table, tuning out April's annoying voice and
concentrating instead on her cute little button nose, imagining he was threading one
of his hog's snout rings through the bloodied hole in her newly pierced septum and
now he was admiring the cold metal hoop as it rested against the cupid's bow of her
painted red lips. He had a draw full of them, now that the animals had all gone,
made from weighty galvanised steel and damned near as thick as a pencil. The mere
thought of doing that to her made his cock twitch and his stomach churn with pent
up excitement. And whilst April spewed out more inane, girly drivel he toyed with
the idea of stuffing her perfectly formed mouth with a fat, penis shaped gag.
Wouldn't that be just the sweetest piece of poetic justice? He thought with a
crooked smile that revealed his buck teeth. But he quickly dismissed it in favour of
the more accommodating O ring and now he was imagining those plump, scarlet
lips permanently parted in constant readiness for his cock to explore the warm
depths of the mouth he had once been so cruelly denied and then he hit on the
perfect solution for this vicious tongued little porker he could see her now, in his
minds eye, the tip of her far too busy tongue pierced, ringed and connected to the
ring hanging from her pretty little nose. Just the thought of watching the arrogant
bitch with her face covered in foul smelling swill as she struggled to eat from her
trough had Parker reaching for his cock beneath the table cloth.
Parker darling, are you listening to me, honey?'

Parker reluctantly shook the image of April's beautifully disabled tongue from
his head and smiled at her as she paused to take a rare breath but, now that he'd
dealt with her mouth, his eyes were drawn to her mammoth breasts and he silently
cursed the way they were so cruelly squashed beneath her tight sweater. I'm gonna
set those swollen udders free and watch them hang loose as she crawls around her
sty with her huge dark nipples weighted and stretched until they're long and fat and
irresistibly suckable. Parker licked his lips in anticipation of that day and his hand
rubbed the rock hard bulge in his trousers. He may have failed to get it up for her in
High School but things were different now. Since their last fateful meeting Parker
had learnt exactly how to treat women like her. Just let her try laughing at me when
she's choking on this. Parker smiled to himself and rubbed his throbbing dick as he
fidgeted in his chair. He was eager to get her back to the farm now eager to stab
her with his magic syringe. Parker couldn't help but grin at his own clever little
double-entendre.

Back to my place then?' Parker asked as he paid the bill. If she declined his
offer then he'd just have to tie her up and throw her in the back of his pick up but in
an ideal world he would much prefer to watch her walk voluntarily to her fate. He
wanted to treasure the image of April Appleton clothed for the very last time so that
he could compare this mental image with what she was to become. Parker was
painfully aware that he, of all people, didn't live in an ideal world any more. He
might still look like the same old lumbering buffoon' he'd been in school as
April had so kindly reminded him earlier in the evening but he wasn't stupid.
He'd been on the internet and learnt a thing or two about fucking bitches.
She giggled so he took it as a yes and headed straight out of town, the thrill of
his first catch' bringing a sheen of perspiration to his high forehead and the palms
of his large, calloused hands as he gripped the steering wheel.
The thought of imminent sex seemed to have loosened April's tongue all the
more and she began to reminisce about their school days, rattling off the names of
the kids she remembered most funny how they all seemed to be boys but then
April had always been very popular with the boys the filthy little slut.
Don't know why I never had you?' She had scooted across the seat and was
nibbling at his ear lobe, her hot breath bristling the hairs on the back of his neck.
Maybe you weren't such a big boy then.' Parker stifled a shudder as she placed
one hand on his trembling thigh, her blood red talons scratching at his denims as if
she meant to rip them right off, whilst the other hand crept up around his neck,
pulling him towards her until her scarlet painted lips clamped onto his neck,
sucking at his blood, her sharp white teeth nibbling at his crawling skin. He felt
suddenly hot and claustrophobic, trapped behind the steering wheel with April
Appleton bearing down on him.

Parker stepped harder on the gas pedal.
He knew exactly why she'd never had him' as she so delicately put it but chose
not to jog her memory even though the moment had been irrevocably etched onto
his own. Oh, she'd been eager enough, and Parker just as willing. What red blooded
fifteen year old virgin wouldn't jump at the opportunity of having his cock sucked
by the fittest girl in class? No, she didn't exactly have to drag him, kicking and
screaming into that stinking toilet cubicle. In fact his cock had very near burst its
own way out through his pants when she'd uttered those unforgettable words do
you want me to do you? And Parker recalled his answer with absolute, word perfect
clarity. Uh, um, ayyesss pleease. And then he'd been filled with teenage angst
had he sounded too keen? Too nave? Had the colour rushed to his freckled cheeks?
Could she see the bulge in his pants could everyone see the bulge in his pants?
And was that a good thing or not? And why the fuck was he behaving like a
complete dork? But April hadn't been phased by his bashful fumbling. She may
have been young but she was experienced in these matters and Parker wasn't going
to risk letting this radiant beauty know that this was his first time.
I aint going down on you until I've seen me ten fags, she had replied in a
business like fashion that left Parker feeling slightly intimidated but his head was
filled with the image of beautiful, luscious lipped April sinking to her knees with a
look of shocked wonderment as she caught her first glimpse of his huge, hard cock.
He tried to think of something else algebra long multiplication but once she'd
stowed away her fee' and pulled him into the cubicle he was right back in the
realms of every pubescent boys dream come true and was beginning to feel light
headed with the effort of controlling his rampant dick.
Ever since Parker had first discovered that girls would actually do it he'd
hankered after a bit of this fellatio and invariably wanked himself to sleep at night
imagining either April Appleton's luscious lips wrapped around his dick or, on
extra special occasions, like Christmas or his birthday, he'd give himself a treat and
it would be Angelina Jolie kneeling at his crotch instead, her big doe eyes looking
up at him as his cock slowly disappeared in through her painted lips those lips that
were just made for sucking cock.

But on that day he was more than happy to make do with April Appleton and
was delighted to be giving his cherry to the school tart. He kinda liked the idea that
he was also doing his bit for coed's all over the country. April Appleton's plump
pink lips were going to make a man out of him at last.

Parker, trapped inside the locked cubicle and unsure what to do next, moved in
on April for a snog. Girls liked that didn't they? But she pushed him away so he
made a grab for her huge tits instead not because he thought she'd like it, this
time, just because he was dying to cop a feel but as soon as his sweaty hand made
contact with the soft, warm flesh of her blossoming bosom through the stretched
material of her blouse, she slapped him back and sank to her knees on the filthy,
tiled floor that was wet with boy's urine and littered with damp tissues and soggy
fag ends but she didn't seem to care and Parker was beyond all rational thought
from the minute he felt her hot breath at his crotch. He pushed his arms against the
flimsy cubicle walls, his breathing ragged and shallow, his head spinning as his
heart drummed a rapid beat against his chest wall and he was very near sick with
anticipation as she expertly popped the top button of his Levi's, her warm hands
brushing against his belly and sending ripples of sweet pleasure pulsing to his cock.
He dared to look down just as she poked out her tongue and slowly moistened her
slightly parted lips and thenas she reached the last button and was all set to
dive into his pants and pull out his throbbing cockhe came in his Y fronts and the
fucking bitch had laughed. She'd laughed so much that the others all came rushing
to see what was so funny. He'd looked up to see ten disembodied heads peering
over the cubicle wall all laughing and pointing at the damp patch on his jeans. He'd
never lived it down and never had the courage to try again. From that moment on he
saved his fleeting erections for his bedroom and Angelina who never once laughed
at him and always, without fail, swallowed his spunk and licked her lips with a
smile of appreciation as she looked up from his cock, still slick with her salivaIt
had also been the last time he'd managed to achieve an erection in front of a real
woman but thing's were going to be different this time. He managed a smile and
used a sharp bend in the road to throw her back across the seat of his pick-up.
She giggled again, slid straight back towards him and started to undo the buttons
of his shirt.

I'm not going to let you get away from me this time, Parker honey.'
And I've got no intention of letting you get away from me,' Parker answered
with a glint in his eye that April must have mistaken for lust because this time she
didn't giggle. Her face turned serious and her hand ventured back towards his knee.
Oh, honey, you're so sweet. How did I ever let you slip under my radar Parker
Thompson?'
The bitch didn't even remember the moment she had wrecked his life! Parker
felt his hackles rise but he forced a smile. He had to be careful; she wasn't quite in
the bag yet and he wouldn't be able to truly relax until he'd got her tethered in her
sty.
Parker brought the van to a halt in the yard next to the vacant brick built pig sty
and got out to open April's door. She jumped straight into his arms, pulling his face
down into her cleavage before clamping her ruby red lips onto his, her tongue
exploring the back of his throat, her fingers wandering down his chest, over his
belly, caressing his assand into his trousers. Parker shuddered. This was his
recurring nightmare. She was searching for his hard cock but instead she found it
still flaccid in his pants and a group of laughing heads were looking down on him,
pointing at his soft dick as it shrank away to nothing but a soft wrinkled stub.
Ahh, don't worry, honey, we'll soon get that little man standing to attention,'
she crooned in his ear.

Parker was sorely tempted to slap her face. He didn't need her help and he
wasn't in the slightest bit worried. He knew he'd have a hard time suppressing his
erection once he'd got her stripped off and tethered in her new home. Arrogant
bitches didn't turn him on. He knew that now. But the thought of her hobbled,
dehumanised and on all fours just begging for his cock did. The thought of finally
exorcising his demons was the only thing that kept him sane these days and April
Appleton was the soul reason his life had collapsed around him. If it hadn't been for
her Maria would never have left him. And if Maria hadn't left he wouldn't have lost
the farm. If only he'd been able to satisfy his wife in bed she would never have run
off with Cynthia fucking Harwood in the first place. So, let's see how horny the
bitch feels when she's wearing a nose ring and chained to the wall.
Fancy a roll in the hay?' Parker asked as she went in for a second bite on his
neck that was still uncomfortably damp with her saliva.
That sounds like my kind of fun, honey,' she simpered.
Parker let her walk in front of him and enjoyed the curve of her shapely hips
and the cascade of blonde ringlets that fell almost to her slender waist but he was
going to enjoy her more, stripped naked and crawling around on all fours. She had
to be punished for what she had done and the only way to get respect from her kind
was at the end of a well wielded stick.

Parker opened the little wooden door the one he had fitted an extra lock to
which stood under the sloping, grey slate roof of the pig sty. The last of his pigs had
left for market some time ago. Parker had added a bed of clean straw but otherwise
only given it a cursory clean out and the smell of damp hog still permeated the
small, low roofed area.
April hesitated on the threshold and Parker was worried she might bolt so he
was forced to put his hand on her backside and shove her in before slamming the
door behind her.
Let me out,' she squealed and there was still a note of laughter in her voice but
Parker paid no attention and her pleas quickly turned to manic screams.
He went straight to his tack room to collect the equipment he would need to
begin her transformation. He picked up the syringe he had filled earlier, a pair of
scissors to relieve her of both her clothes her hair and the piercing gun he had
used on his own pigs, along with two heavy iron nose rings from the draw and
lastly, four piggy gloves' which he had fashioned himself and were similar in
design to boxing gloves, in that they laced up around both wrists and ankles, but
instead of a gently curled fist of leather these ended in a hard stump, similar to a
pigs trotter so that, when pulled onto the hands and feet of the wearer, they would
effectively disable all fine motor movements and make walking upright an
impossibility. Soon this little piggy would be scuttling around on her piggy hands
and knees as if she'd been born that way.
When he returned to the pig pen April had stopped screaming and was now
barking orders at him in between beating at the locked wooden door with her fists.
Open this fucking door right now you perverted little bastard.'
Parker grinned. This was more like the April he remembered.
Let me out you limp dicked prick.'
Ah, so she did remember, Parker thoughtand this led him to wonder what had
prompted her unexpected phone call. If it wasn't his infamous sexual prowess she
was after then what was it? Surely not a slice of the imaginary lottery win he had
used as bate? April wouldn't be that callouswould she? Parker smiled to himself.
He couldn't have baited his rod with anything more tempting to this particular little
gold digger. She'd been nothing more than a cheap prostitute in school and it didn't
appear that she'd raised her game much during the ensuing years either.
I'm gonna rip your fucking abnormal cock off with my bare hands if you don't
let me out of here right now.'
Parker unzipped his pants and admired his rock solid cock.
Her fore play hadn't improved any, he thought.
Parker slipped the bolt back across and squat down to cross the threshold with
the syringe poised and ready.
April lunged at him. The eyes that had only moments ago flashed with lust were
now sharp and narrowed with hatred and, he noticed, a satisfying soupcon of fear.
April's painted talons flashed past his cheek as she aimed her vicious attack at
his eyes but Parker ducked out of her way, wrestled her to the ground and sat astride
her bucking hips before jabbing the needle into the soft white flesh of her exposed
thigh and the fight quickly left her. She wasn't asleep; her eyes were still wide open
and she was still painfully aware of everything that was going on Parker could tell
that by her wide eyed stare and the way her frightened eyes followed his every
move as she lay limp and completely helpless on her bed of straw, her alert little
mind trapped inside a body that refused to obey even the simplest of commands. He
wondered idly what that must feel like and his dick began to throb all the more. He
shimmied up her lifeless body until he was squatting over her tits and pulled out his
hard cock so that it rested on her chin. He was in control now and he could make
this last as long as he wanted. Parker rubbed the oozing tip of his penis over her
slightly parted lips, painting on his pre-come like lip gloss as she stared up at him.
He'd waited a long time for this moment and he was gonna make damned sure
she never forgot what his cock felt like as it forged down her throat. He certainly
didn't want to climax too soon so he climbed off and got back to work.
Parker calmly took the pair of scissors and snipped his way through her skirt. It
was already hiked up around her waist and her legs were thrown akimbo by her
earlier struggle so all that was left for him to do was to snip through the waistband
to reveal her firm yet appealingly fleshy thighs, the skin pale and wonderfully soft
to the touch as Parker ran his calloused fingers from her knee to the tip of her white
panties, drinking in every sensation as his heart beat louder and his breathing
quickened.
Another snip cut away the tight pink sweater that had held her breasts so cruelly
in check all evening. Now he could see her nipples poking through the fine, lacy
material of her bra and, after all these years of waiting, they didn't disappoint.
They were large and brown like puppy dogs noses. One snip and the bra fell away,
setting free the heavy breasts he had once longed to kneed and suckle on. He spent a
little while inspecting them. She owed him this much. Taking a good handful of tit
in his massive hand and squeezing the fleshy orbs. Revelling in the feel of her
warm, malleable flesh between his fingers. Tweaking one pert nipple between
thumb and fore finger and at long last dipping his head to take her puckered teat
between his lips to suckle. It felt good. Her teat puckered and warm, its taste and
texture so comforting so familiar that a shiver travelled from his belly to the tip of
his cock and it felt damned good.
He sucked hard but April's nipples didn't quite satisfy his tingling taste buds the
way they should. They didn't fill up his mouth and were lacking in that heavenly
liquid sustenance. Parker was left frustrated and wanting and a desperate feeling of
loneliness seemed to wash over him until the image of his mother's smiling face
filled his head. He was looking up at her soft, round features, his hands cupped
around her warm, full bosoms, fingers kneading at her flesh. Her nipple his life
blood was in his mouth and the sweet taste of her milk flooded onto his taste buds.
The memory wrapped itself around him like a warm blanket and he wished he could
hold on to it for longer but it vanished and he was left with April's disappointingly
empty udders instead.
Parker pulled himself out of his day dream and switched his attention back to
her panties, taking a moment to gaze at the swell of her mound and the way the thin
material had dug in and spread her sex lips. No pornographic picture could capture
this moment and no blue video could replace being in such close proximity to a
woman's cunt so he bent down and savoured the scent of her, touching the soft skin
of her sex through the thin material of her panties, prolonging each new experience
with the relish of a child with a brand new toy.
He snipped off the tiny, white cotton panties to reveal her carefully shaven
pussy and this amused Parker. Had she gone to this trouble for him, he thought?
Had she framed her sex with well trimmed hairs just in case the limp dicked
weirdo' from school needed guidance on his final approach? Well, she needn't have
bothered. He wasn't interested in her cunt.
. He tweaked her fleshy sex lips then peeled them apart with his huge farmer's
fingers and stared at the red folds of moist skin hidden beneath. Parker's hand
began to tremble as he pushed one fat index finger into her hole. Even though he
had been married for more than two years Maria had never once revealed her
intimate parts to him and he had been far too frightened and in awe of her to
demand his conjugal rights just in case he failed to perform and she laughed at him
too. He couldn't bear the thought of his beautiful Maria laughing at him so his
marriage had remained unconsummated although Parker dreamt every single night
of deflowering her, fear of failure paralysed his cock until he was alone with his
imagination.
He had tried to forget about Angelina once he had married and picture his wife
kneeling before him instead but that made him feel dirty and depraved. Only bitches
like April Appleton got on their knees. Only cheap tarts sucked cock in exchange
for cigarettes. So it was Angelina he took with him to the cow sheds and her face he
saw as he massaged his dick. Imaginary women didn't need to be treated with
respect and in his mind's eye his seed didn't splash onto the shit splattered floor but
slid down the throat of the smiling face of Angelina as she knelt before him, naked
on the dirty floor, clutching at his legs as she pleasured him with her mouth and he
was able to walk away from her without a smidgen of guilt.
Parker wiped his hands on his trousers as if the girl's juices were distasteful to
him and took up his scissors again, cutting off her shoes and finally throwing the
pile of ruined clothes into the corner of the sty.
He grabbed a handful of her sweet scented hair and brought it up to his nose.
She even smelt the same as she had back then and the bitter memory of his
humiliation came flooding right back. April Appleton was pointing at his damp
crotch and laughing. Her delicate features framed so beautifully by her lovely
golden locks now contorted into a spiteful snigger. It was a sound Parker didn't
think he'd ever forget.
Parker looked at the scissors still hooked over the thumb of his right hand and
then at the bunch of golden curls clasped in his left and it just seemed like divine
retribution. April didn't deserve such beauty when she was so ugly inside.
With a smile, he put scissors to hair and a clump of shiny curls fell away in his
hand. He dropped them onto the straw, leaving April's pink scalp clearly visible
through the stubble. Parker laughed and cheerfully sheared off the rest of April's
lovely hair. She didn't look quite so pretty now, nor so arrogant and intimidating.
Parker had never seen a woman look scared before. He'd never been able to
illicit an emotion stronger than pity from anyone other than Maria and he was
surprised just how much the sight turned him on. Power corrupts, they say well
bring it on, is what Parker thought.
Parker's cock was still hard as a rock and he was longing to shove it into her
unusually silent mouth but the powerful drug had temporarily robbed her of her
legendary sucking ability so he turned her over, wedged her knees up under her
belly, took an arm in each hand to hold her in position and poised his twitching
member at her puckered little assholeHe suddenly felt strong and powerful and in
control. He was gonna ream his hard cock into this bitch's assand then he shot his
load all over her straw covered buttocks.
Fuck,' he cursed and landed a cracking slap across her semen splattered ass.
She remained silent; an unmoving heap of uncontrolled limbs, her face kissing the
pig shit splattered floor as he watched his hand mark appear across her buttock.
Fucking bitch,' he cursed. He had wanted their first time to be special. Had
thought he was in control but this bitch just couldn't help pissing him off. So to
show her just who was in control Parker sank his index finger into her dirty little
hole instead. He pushed until his finger was completely buried inside her and
pumped it back and forth a bit, wishing it was his cock exploring her tight little
orifice, probing deep and hard into her most private of places. Showing her just how
it felt to be humiliated.
Strange little keening noises were coming from her drooling mouth and Parker,
realising that the drug was beginning to wear off, reluctantly withdrew his finger. It
was coated in April's shit so he rubbed it under her nose and returned to his task,
pulling one set of piggy gloves onto her hands and lacing them tightly around her
wrists. The exposed laces were then covered with a flap of leather which locked in
place with a small padlock. The back trotters worked in much the same way and he
laced them tightly around her ankles. This would be far more entertaining than
tying her up. He wanted to watch her crawl, watch her beg for his cock. Watch her
learn to live without the use of her opposable thumbs just like the farmyard animal
she really was.
Satisfied that her limbs had now been effectively piggified' he picked up the
piercing gun and moved up to April's face. This was always going to be the best bit
the bit that turned her from the human being she purported to be to the dirty little
pig she really was. April was staring wide eyed, her forehead now clammy, her
cheeks drained of all colour. Parker smiled and moved in on her cute little nose and
carefully positioned the piercing gun either side of her septum before pulling the
trigger. It made a satisfying crack that echoed quickly around the low walls. Parker
threaded one of the two metal rings he had stowed in his pocket through the newly
prepared hole and snapped it shut. A thin trickle of blood coursed down her chin
and dripped onto the straw. Parker's stomach fluttered.
Spurred on by the sight of her ringed nose he took up the gun for a second time,
and holding out her tongue with one hand he pulled the trigger with the other.
Another loud crack signalled the birth of her second piercing and he eagerly fitted
the second ring into the bloodied hole and threaded it through her nose ring before
snapping that shut and squatting back on his haunches to admire his work.
She looked faintly ridiculous as if frozen in the act of licking her lips as she lay
naked and spread-eagled in the straw, her little piggy hands and feet twitching along
with her tongue as she tried to pull it back in through her drooling lips and close her
mouth.
Parker completed his night's work by attaching a long length of chain to her
nose ring and snapped the other end to one of the many rings set into the old, red
brick wall. He had been generous enough to give her access to all areas of her new
home but for tonight, her first at Thistle Down Farm, he kept her locked inside the
slate roofed sty. There would be plenty of time for her to explore her muddy yard
another day. April now had the rest of her life to repent and explore her new home.
Parker's cock was hard again but this time, as her eyes locked onto his own, he
used a tried and trusted method and began to work on his erection.
What d'you think of Parker Thompson's cock now then?' His hand moved
faster; his breathing did the same. Wouldn't you like to suck on this?' He grunted
as his dick emptied over her strangely unmoved face and he laughed as a gloop of
his spunk landed on the tip of her outstretched tongue. He half expected her to spit
it out, but of course, she could do nothing.
You like it,' he said, with more than a hint of sarcasm.
April was beginning to regain control of her body now. Her feet twitched along
with her arms and unintelligible grunts emitted from her disabled mouth. Parker
stood back to watch as she recovered from the powerful drug.
Ucking astard,' she managed, with great effort. Her words sounded wet as she
slobbered like an over excited dog. Parker instinctively licked his own lips. April
couldn't do the same.
She was trying to sit up now and her piggy hands went straight to her face but
feeling was improbable and extrication of her bondage impossible. It was then that
Parker noticed the little curl of steam rising from between her legs and a damp
patch growing on the straw the dirty bitch had wet herself and she seemed as
distressed by this fact as Parker was delighted.
Oh how quickly we revert to our baser instincts,' he teased.
April though, seemed a little deflated, a little lacking in her usual effervescent
spirit as she sat in a pool of her own cooling piss. Her earlier bravado had gone, her
eyes were now dull in defeat and she backed away and huddled in the corner of the
sty. Parker didn't think he'd ever seen a more delightful sight than April right this
minute, with her soft, pale flesh splattered in piss and dried up pig shit, her make up
streaked across her face, hair no more than piggy stubble, tethered by her nose ring
and completely in his control. Parker watched as a trail of shimmering drool
dripped off her mucky chin.
I'll unclip your tongue for a blow job,' Parker offered.
I'd ather ie,' she spat back, a little incoherent but Parker got the message.
I don't think so. In fact, I know that you'll soon be begging for it.'
Parker didn't wait for an answer. He knew that she'd be more co-operative with
time. She needed time to adjust before she learnt to become more compliant so he
left her and headed to his own warm and comfortable bed.
***
Parker climbed into the left hand side of the old metal framed bed he had
inherited from his mother and glanced towards the vacant space at his side and to
the starched white pillow, un-creased by his wife's sleeping head and the quilt
deflated without her sweet scented body beneath it and his anger raged like a balled
fist in his chest beating him up from the inside. He could hardly bear the pain of the
image that filled his head of Cynthia fucking Harwood's face buried between his
wife's spread-eagled legs as the cow licked at her cunt. In his mind's eye Maria was
struggling to free herself from the fat bitch's grasp but Cynthia had her pinned to
the bed, her pointed tongue delving into Maria's hole like a tiny penis. He
shuddered and rubbed at his eyes as if that would rid him of the image that was
etched on his brain. He was breathing fast, his mouth a tight lipped streak across his
angry face, his fists constantly balling and un-balling in impotent rage.
That bastard, Cynthia fucking Harwood.' Parker hissed and climbed out of bed.
He couldn't sleep now so instead he headed for his tack room. He had the seeds of
an excellent idea in his head and the very thought had re-awakened his sleeping
cock. This beast that had laid stubbornly dormant for so many years had at last been
awoken and with a voracious appetite that Parker could hardly wait to feed but if
he had learned anything over his barren years he had learnt to be patient. Parker
knew that the wait would only sweeten the fruit.




CHAPTER 2

The same two words kept going round and round in April's stupefied head
perverted bastard, perverted bastard. She was reciting the words over and over like
some kind of mantra, as she tried to bite at the stupid leather gloves he'd put on her
hands but the fucking ring attaching her tongue to her nose made it impossible. The
bastard was crazy. She had to get away. She had to get out of here before the
perverted little wimp came back.
I should have known better than to get involved with the weird ginger minger.
April berated her stupidity. She'd been expecting a nervous fumble under the sheets
or at best an ineffectual fuckbut thisthis was pure evil. He was as mad as a
hatter and that scared her shitless; made her flesh crawland my beautiful hair, she
sobbed staring miserably at her lost locks. Loosing her hair was almost worse than
being chained in this filthy sty almost worst than having her nose ringed like an
animal. But if he could do thiswhat else would he do to her?
I have to get away. I have to get away. This became her new mantra and the
only thing keeping her from falling into hysteria. She knew that wouldn't help. She
knew she had to keep calm.
April glanced back towards the messy pile of her shorn hair. That had been a
mistake. Tears welled in her eyes and her pitiful sobs grew louder. He's going to
rape me, she sobbed and the thought at first filled her with terror at first. Her body
began to shudder and her teeth chattered painfully against her caught tongue. Stop
crying. Stop crying, she told herself but in utter desperation she grabbed a handful
of her hair between her disabled hands and placed it back on her head in the vain
hope that a miracle might happen. When it fell back to the floor April's sobs turned
to distraught howls and she curled into a tight foetal ball in the damp, stinking
straw, embracing defeat as a temporary release from her hellish nightmare.
April tried not to think about his rough hands fingering her sex and the way he
had poked his fat finger into her bottom. She was no virgin but to have his
unwanted hand wandering freely over her body made April's flesh crawl. And to
think she had considered having a relationship with this filthy nonce. No amount of
money was worth going through this, she told herself. I'd rather spend the rest of
my life pulling pints than share this weirdo's million dollar lottery win. Now April
began to wonder what he'd done to his poor wife. She knew her vaguely knew
that she'd run off with the fat lesbian who worked in Mc Donald's. What horrors
had the bastard misfit put that poor woman through before she managed to escape
him? April wondered in the dead of the cold, black night as sleep continued to
evade her. To think she actually thought that dating Parker Thompson could haul
her out of her minimum wage job. But this was too big a price to pay even for
April.
April was drowsy now. Now that the rising sun had found its way into her black
hell she craved sleep but she didn't dare surrender to its comforting call. She didn't
want him creeping up on her unawares. Besides, every time she closed her eyes she
saw the evil embodiment of Parker Thompson, his cold grey eyes fixed on her own
as he mutilated her body over and over again.
I'm gonna make sure that bastard suffers for this when I get out of here, she
silently raged but the cold dark fear that she might never escape; the one that lurked
in the darkest recesses of her mind then stepped forward to reveal itself and she
couldn't allow that thought to develop.
Tomorrow, she told herself in an effort to quell her rising despair. I'll get out of
here tomorrow. He can't keep me here forever. He'll make a mistake and I'll make
a run for it or someone will come and I'll scream until the police are called to
rescue me. The words made sense; it could work. Surely this place can't be that
remote but April was reliving the journey here in the bastard's smelly truck. She
couldn't recall seeing a house or even a street light for miles.
She clutched her breasts with her hobbled hands and drew her knees up close for
protection and the scant warmth that her huddled position offered and cried.
***
Parker woke, his head aching from its uncomfortable position resting on the
hard kitchen table but exhilaration soon chased his fatigue away when he
remembered April languishing in the pig sty. Everything was coming together at
last.
He cooked himself a hearty breakfast. It was a ritual he had inherited from his
mother and one he liked to keep whatever life threw in his face and as today was
Friday that meant two eggs lightly scrambled with four slices of crisped up bacon
arranged in a neat square around the hillock of pale yellow eggs.
He had decided not to offer April any food today, hoping that hunger would
speed her transformation and make her more affable when the time came but he did
have plans for her teats and her cute little ass.
Parker picked up his equipment and headed for the sty.
April was curled up on her straw bed, trotters wrapped cutely around her
nakedness, knees scrunched up and squashing her breasts, tongue still protruding
cheekily from her drooling mouth but even though he clambered quietly into the sty
April stirred immediately, backing away from him, her eyes wide with fear but
when she opened her mouth to curse him she was very quickly reminded of her new
disability and he enjoyed watching the veil of renewed hopelessness fall across her
dull eyes as her shoulders drooped. It was all part of the transformation. Very soon
her eyes would light up at the sight of him and the only drool her mouth would
produce would be in anticipation of his hard cock sliding down her throat.
Her breasts were covered in soiled straw and pieces of dried up pig shit had
stuck to the dampness between her legs. She was having trouble holding onto her
dignity as she cowered in the corner of her filthy sty much to Parker's delight.
Are you going to cooperate with me or would you like me to send you back to
waking hell again? Parker threw his equipment onto the straw and waved the full
syringe in front of her face. He waited for a reply but April remained pressed
against the wall, her terrified eyes locked on his so Parker jabbed her exposed ass
anyway. He didn't have time to waste with futile struggling. He was far too eager to
finish her transformation from prize bitch to prize sow.
You're a pig, April Appleton. You've always been a pig.' Parker knelt on the
straw and pulled her motionless body towards him, pulling her ass up onto his knees
so that he had good access to her puckered little hole. All that's missing is your
curly tail,' he laughed. And as luck would have it I've got one right here.' Parker
pulled it from the bag and held out for her to get a good look. Three inches of pink
spiralled rubber sat on a small spring attached to a short fat butt plug egg shaped
and plenty large enough to stop her from contemplating expelling it. He licked the
shiny plug before presenting it to her relaxed ring of muscles and screwed it around
until her hole opened up and accepted it, pushing hard as the widest part broached
her entrance and then her greedy little ass sucked the rest straight in. Only the little
spring mounted, trembling curly tail could be seen protruding from her
accommodating backside now and it looked delightful.
Next, he straddled her belly and smiled as her terrified eyes seemed to lock onto
his own in a plea for mercy. But parker wouldn't be fooled by her doe eyes not
anymore. Where was her mercy when he was being humiliated in those toilets?
Where was her mercy for the boy who had long adored her from afar?
Parker's mother had instinctively known that something was wrong with her
blue eyed boy that evening but he couldn't possibly tell her what he had done and
had hidden his jeans in the bottom of the laundry basket. She'd made him shepherds
pie and later that evening he'd suckled at her breast but only for a short while
whilst his father was doing his nightly check on the animals. His father thought he
was too old for the breast. Parker hated his father and his father seemed to feel the
same way about him. Never slow with a clip round the ear, a cruel put down or a
hurtful remark.
Don't worry,' Parker crooned. I'd never damage these.' Parker took hold of
one large brown nipple and began to knead and tweak at it between his thumb and
forefinger until it swelled and stiffened in his hand.
How strange,' he laughed, that your body should betray you in such a blatant
fashion and that, even though you appear to have turned white with fear your
breasts have the audacity to defy you and react to my touch. Or maybe' he
couldn't resist taunting her. Just maybe, you really are enjoying yourself. He
looked at her, chained by her nose ring and knew that she wasn't but she would
change; she would soon learn to please him. He gazed into her eyes almost hoping
to see a glimmer of desire lurking there but found nothing but hatred and feeling
slightly miffed he produced the dreaded piercing gun and quickly pulled the trigger
on her stiff left nipple and threaded another heavy, fat ring through the hole. After
repeating the procedure on her right tit he attached two hefty 8oz brass weights to
each ring. These will keep your mind occupied for a while,' he said and April
began to twitch and groan so Parker quickly stepped away.
The moment she regained control of her limbs, April hauled herself off the floor
and scuttled on all fours to the corner of the sty, her breasts hanging low beneath
her, those nipples stretched taut and swinging until she was able to grab them in her
arms and relieve the pain. Parker allowed her this small mercy for now but once the
piercing had fully healed he vowed to find a way to stop her so that the weights
could do their work and pull her pert nipples until they were long and fat enough to
suck right into his mouth just like his mother's had been. The thought of suckling
on April's elongated teats filled Parker's mouth with saliva and he licked his lips in
anticipation. It gave him an odd but definitely pleasant warm feeling right in the pit
of his belly.
He had decided to make today their special day and was just waiting for her to
regain enough feeling in her mouth to take his cock for the first time. He'd waited a
long time to stuff his erection in through her welcoming lips.
Are you ready to suck on this now?' he asked politely, holding his stiff cock
out for her to see.
No ucking ay,' she spat back and edged further away from him, hugging her
tits close to her chest, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
You know I could force you, don't you?' He closed in on her, massaging his
penis, wielding it like a weapon in front of her face whilst she cowered in her
corner, turning her face to the wall, whimpering like a frightened animal. Don't tell
me you're scared of this,' he said. I know you've had hundreds shoved down your
little throat beforeBesides, you still owe me one.'
April was snivelling now and Parker couldn't help but feel the pain of this
second rejection. His anger left a bitter taste in the back of his throat. He wasn't
going to put up with this for much longer.
Please yourself,' he said, feigning a disinterest that he definitely didn't feel.
I'd have unclipped that ring from your nose though.'
He was rewarded with a fleeting look of regret but he ignored it. Patience, after
all, was his finest virtue.
***
April felt an icy shudder travel the whole length of her naked spine as Parker
pushed the bolt home on her prison door. There was no way she was ever going to
suck the pervert's cock not after what he'd done to her ass. April shifted position
and tried to pull out the obscene looking tail but her hand was useless. He had made
her look totally ridiculous. What was the pervert trying to prove? Even the slightest
movement made the tail wag back on forth on its spring sending weird vibrations
right up into her ass. He'll have to kill me first, she vowed but despite her stoic
thoughts, the tears she had been holding back from him now came in a gush of
uncontrollable sobs. She rocked herself back and forth, cradling her throbbing
breasts, desperately trying to hold the weight off them with her disabled hands. She
couldn't shake off the feeling that she had just passed up her one and only chance of
escape. Why hadn't she done as he'd asked? Maybe that's all he wanted? Wouldn't
it make more sense if she tried to befriend the perverted bastard?
April began to feel a little braver and determined to do what he wanted next
time he returned. Yet now that she had come to terms with her fate it seemed that he
no longer wanted her. The hours stretched out painfully slowly as April struggled to
find comfort in the stinking sty.
Even if she were able to stand the low roof wouldn't have allowed it so she
continued to move about on her hands and knees. After struggling for so long to
hold it in, April had been forced to use one corner as a toilet and, because she
couldn't stand on the trotters he'd strapped around her feet, neither could she squat
so she was forced to spread her knees but the stream of pee still dribbled down her
thighs and puddled around her knees. It pained her to behave in such a way and
made her feel more animal than human but what else could she do? She wanted to
keep her straw bed dry. Even though it offered scant comfort it was the only
comfort she had left and she needed that more than ever now.
April had begun this fateful day by trying to count the hours of her torture but as
night followed day for the second time she was forced to begin counting days
instead and time brought a new, more terrifying problem. She had now become
dizzy with hunger and her tongue dry and swollen. Even the drool which spilled
uncontrollably from her mouth had begun to dry up and she suddenly wondered if
he meant to starve her to death. Yes, the time had come to start negotiating with the
pervert. She would do anything right now just for a sip of water.
***
When he returned as she knew he eventually would Parker was wielding a
cattle prod which he took pleasure in swishing through the air, scarily close to her
breasts as he crouched menacingly in front of her in the claustrophobic sty.
Get up,' he demanded.
April screwed her eyes closed and tried to ignore him, suddenly too scared to
negotiate with him.
He touched the prod to her thigh.
April squealed as hot spikes of pain fizzed through her, ricocheting off her
bones and crackling at her nerve ends. She scuttled away from him as best she
could, feeling the painful pull of the chain through her nose ring, reminding her of
her hopeless plight.
Get on your hands and knees,' he said.
April, now forced up against the far wall of her prison, realised that evasion was
impossible and reluctantly struggled to her hands and knees, allowing her weighted
breasts to fall free beneath her for the first time. The weights dragged painfully on
her delicate breast tissue and she was disgusted to see how her nipples were
horrifically stretched by the heavy weights as they swung from her breasts.
Arrrrgh.' April screamed as Parker prodded at her again.
Move. Get outside,' he ordered. He had changed. There was not even the
pretence of kindness in his words anymore. April dearly wished she'd co operated
earlier, perhaps then she could have avoided this.
April crawled through another tiny door and out into a small walled yard. She
was surprised to find that the sky was a perfect blue with not a single cloud in sight.
It seemed wrong somehow for the sky to be so cheery when she was so miserable
but the air was laced with an autumn chill that soon had April longing for the
comfort of her straw bed again and to make matters worse the walled pen was two
inches deep in wet mud. April reluctantly picked her way through it on her hands
and knees, her naked toes trailing in the cold muck and the weights dragging and
pulling painfully on her breasts.
Parker was now able to stand up straight and he towered over April, his huge
bulk even more intimidating than it had been in the confines of the low ceilinged
sty.
Parker used the evil prod to corral April towards a trough set against the far wall
and she couldn't fail to notice that the words April the Pig had been scrawled across
it in black paint. Those three words frightened her almost more than anything else
he had done to her. It was confirmation, if she needed any, that this is what he
intended for her and that thought left a cold empty hole in her heart but when she
peered over the ledge of the trough April immediately retched. It was filled to the
brim with a disgusting stew of unrecognisable food yet the smell a mixture of
bacon, onions and bread actually made her empty stomach growl.
He had detached the chain from the inside wall and was holding it now, like a
lead. April had never felt more humiliated, more despondent or more wretched.
Now he snapped it onto a ring set into the outside wall and closed the door which
led back into the meagre warmth of the sty.
Eat,' he demanded and he pressed the prod against her ass again forcing April
to buck and rear in her efforts to escape the stinging pain. The mud splashed up
between her legs, sticking to her, leeching into her intimate parts, dripping from her
goose fleshed thighs cold, wet and stinking.
She squealed through her chained mouth as he touched the prod to her stretched
nipple and urged her a little closer to the trough.
Eat it all,' he said.
April was unsure how he expected her to eat with her tongue tied to her nose but
as he closed in on her nipple with the prod again she lowered her mouth into the
trough but it was nigh on impossible so she looked up again.
I ant oo it,' she sobbed and dodged the cattle prod as he made to touch it to her
captured tongue but then he laughed and finally unhooked her tongue from her nose
ring.
Now you've got no excuse.'
April's tongue felt too large for her mouth and it was an effort to draw it back
inside her dry lips and the huge ring clattered against her teeth as she did so.
Now eat,' Parker shouted. I want to see that trough licked clean or this prod is
going up your ungrateful cunt.'
April shivered at the very thought and was quick to obey although fear had
tainted her earlier hunger so that every mouthful was now a struggle to force down
her throat but the taste was not too bad and she was surprised just how welcoming
its stodgy warmth was to her empty stomach. Her hunger had left her weak and
tearful. With food in her belly she'd be better able to think and make her escape
when the time came, she convinced herself. She had to keep her strength up.
Every last drop,' Parker repeated and as if to confirm his threat was real he
zapped her backside again.
April choked and spluttered and tears filled her eyes as more pain fizzed
through her burning flesh but she kept on eating, knowing that Parker didn't make
empty threats. But once her stomach was full April found it more and more difficult
to swallow and nausea had now replaced her hunger but even though her belly felt
fit to burst April kept on lapping up the grey stodge, stifling her urge to retch as
tears poured from her eyes. Her stomach felt massive and seemed to hang heavily
beneath her. April felt sure it would touch the ground if she was forced to eat
another drop.
The sky was near enough black by the time April had reached the bottom of the
trough and each time she slacked the darkness was broken by the white flash of the
prod as it made contact with her ass or tit or even her ear. He was growing impatient
now and zapping her more and more in his efforts to hurry her up.
April was exhausted, near hysterical by the time he was eventually satisfied that
she'd licked the trough clean enough and then he filled the other trough with water,
splashing her with the icy blast from the hose as he did so.
April gasped as her breath caught in her throat. The water was freezing and
seemed to turn to drops of ice as it trickled off her nose, her chin and her tits.
You'll stay out here in the open until your ready to beg for my cock,' he said
and then just walked away without even giving her the chance to do as he asked.
I'll do it. I'll do it,' she spluttered but he had gone.
April found herself longing for him to return and even thought about sucking
the bastard's cock, but he didn't return and instead April began to sob.
Caked in stinking mud, drenched in icy water she crawled around the pen
searching for some escape from this renewed hell. She had thought that nothing
could be worse than what she had already suffered but now, bloated, wet and
freezing cold and left in the mud soaked yard, April would have gladly devoted her
life to sucking his cock just to feel the discomfort of the straw bed beneath her
aching flesh.
She huddled against the hard, cold wall shivering and sobbing as darkness
closed in and the only sounds she could hear were her own pathetic sobs.
***
April thought the night would never end and had spent most of it howling like
an animal in her utter desperation. She hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Death
would have been a welcome visitor right now, she thought but instead Parker
appeared. Clean shaven and soap scented from his morning shower, he looked
refreshed and almost human whereas as she felt like shit.
April immediately burst into tears not just because of her dreadful plight but
because she actually found herself relieved to see him. He had become the master of
her fate and it was only because of this that she now welcomed his presence, she
told herself. Once out of here she would scratch out his eyes with her bare hands but
for now she was willing to do whatever he wanted.
He tipped a bucket load of steaming porridge into her trough.
Eat,' he ordered. The cattle prod was fixed to his belt and because April knew
he had no qualms about using it she sank her head into the trough and sucked at the
gruel even though the mammoth meal he had forced her to gorge last night was still
hanging heavy in her stomach. It was kept there by the huge plug he had stuffed
into her ass and was becoming more painful by the minute until she felt she might
explode. But the porridge was warm and April found herself sighing with the
pleasure of its warmth as the gluey substance slipped into her stomach and caked
around her face. She licked the trough clean, grateful for its warming effects on her
chilled body.
That's how pigs keep warm,' he said. They eat well and cover themselves with
a thick layer of fat. You'll be grateful for it when winter arrives.'
April looked up expecting to see Parker leaning over the wall, hoping he would
be pleased with her efforts but he had gone. He had fed her and then left as if he
never meant to do anything more to her. April found herself strangely put out by his
apparent lack of interest in her now. Why hadn't he forced himself on her? Why
hadn't he shoved his dick in her mouth and how was she ever going to get out of
here if he wouldn't come near her? She felt bereft and neglected and the cold air
quickly began to seep back into her bones again.
***
Parker had noticed a change in April. Her sharp flashing eyes were now cowed,
her demeanour more fitting to her lowly position and he liked it. He knew she'd
eventually have to change her mind but right now his frustration had turned to his
errant wife's fat fucking girlfriend. What she had done was as bad as April and now
it was her turn to be punished.




CHAPTER 3

He had parked his pick up in a lay-by just outside town and was waiting for
Cynthia to get off her bus. He knew she travelled this way each day and he also
knew she liked to get off the bus a stop before her home the home she now shared
with his wife. The fat cow was trying to loose weight which was very fortunate for
Parker as the last mile of her journey home just happened to be a deserted lane and
perfect hunting ground for a man with abduction on his mind.
He thought he had resigned himself to the loss of Maria but the thought of her
lying in bed with that fat butch bitch just kept eating away at him. She had to pay
for what she'd done and he had the perfect punishment already lined up for her.
Parker was listening to the radio, tapping out the beat on the steering wheel and
humming along to the tune but his heart still missed a beat as the bus pulled into the
stop and Cynthia climbed off. His pulse began thudding at his temple, blurring his
vision as the cunt slung her bag over her shoulder and set off down the road. He was
so close to having her that it was hard to suppress his excitementand his rising
erection. Parker looked down at the impressive bulge in his jeans with pride god
damn it, this was the best feeling.
He waited for the bus to pull away and then to disappear into the distance before
starting the engine and steering towards her.
She looked round as he approached.
What the hell do you want Parker. She aint coming back to you. You know full
well she prefers my cunt to your limp dick.'
Parker cringed as Cynthia gyrated her fat hips at him and clutched her crotch
obscenely with her man sized hand. She was a butch bitch and he hated every ugly
pore on her body. She had stolen away his wife before they had even managed to
consummate their marriage and walked away without even a backward glance or an
apology and didn't she just love to flaunt that fact in his face. She was no lady and
never would be.
Without saying a word Parker walked straight up to her and jabbed his freshly
loaded syringe into her wobbly thigh. Her eyes shot open and she stared at him in
disbelief before she went down, hitting the gravel road with a heavy thud.
Her evil face registered only shock fear would come later and Parker was
looking forward to that bit more than anything.
She wasn't easy to manhandle into the pick up but Parker was spurred on by
what fun he was going to have with her. He planned to give her something no
woman ever could. No bitch could resist a hard cock and Parker's was rigid and
pulsing right now. He was going to turn this dyke bitch into a man eaterand what
would Maria do then?
Parker laughed to himself. Suddenly his mood had lightened. Both bitches
would soon be begging for a piece of him and that's just the way it should be.
His father had been right after all. Women couldn't be trusted. Maybe he should
have listened to him more.
Parker's hand moved instinctively to his buttocks. He could almost feel the
stinging pain of his father's belt. Could hear the echoing snap of the supple leather
strap as it made contact with the tender white flesh of his naked ass and could
plainly hear his father's contemptuous laugh as Parker bawled and pleaded with the
bastard to stop but he wouldn't not until he had painted the whole surface of his
ass with thick red stripes. Then he'd get the lecture.
Stand up boy. Look at you, you limp dicked sissy.'
Parker made an attempt to pull his trousers up but his papa caught him across
the fingers with his belt and more tears sprang to his eyes.
You gotta toughen up or they'll all walk over you, you great big jessy.'
His father snapped the belt against his limp penis and Parker yelped in pain.
Let that be a lesson to you, ya prissy little pansy,' he said but Parker had
crumpled to the dirt floor of the barn and howled until his father walked away in
disgust then he buckled up his trousers and crept back up to the house to find
comfort from his mother.
She held out her arms and he rushed to her, burying his head in her warm,
squishy breast, breathing in the delicious homely scent of her and searching for the
hardness of her nipple with his mouth, desperate to feel loved.
Now, now darling, you know full well your daddy doesn't like you doing this,'
she scolded but she still popped a couple of buttons and plucked her large tit out of
her giant bra as she stroked his hair.
Just a little tiny suckle to make you feel better then,' she soothed and Parker
buried his head in her sweet scented bosom. How could something so delicious and
so warm and comforting be wrong?
On the drive back to the farm Parker thought his heart might explode with all
the adrenalin pumping through it. The thrill of the catch had been even better this
time and his quarry was every bit as promising. So much so, that he could feel his
blood throbbing from his fingertips, as he gripped the wheel, right down to the tip
of his pulsing cock.
By the time he pulled back into the farmyard the sun had begun to set over the
barn and Parker wondered briefly if the pig had missed him but before bedding her
down for the night he had to get Cynthia tethered and settled into her new home. He
knew she'd be a handful to control once the drug had worn off and was eager to get
her well and truly hobbled and subdued before she had a chance to round on him.
He'd felt the force of this butch bitch's fist beforebut it wouldn't be happening
again.
Cynthia's new home was to be the cattle shed and her home differed from
April's in that the roof was higher, enabling Parker to stand upright as he dragged
the limp lump of lard over the threshold. Neither had he bothered to throw down a
bed of straw. He was determined that this fat bitch would never again know the
comfort of a bed.
Parker dumped her on the hard concrete and immediately attached a manacle to
her neck then chained it to the wall before going to the tack room to gather up the
rest of his equipment.
Cynthia had been a real cow to Parker and now she was going to pay the highest
price for upsetting him. He had spent long hours making the equipment he now held
in his hand and couldn't wait to get on with Cynthia's final beautification.
His first priority was to shut the cow up and out of his bag of tricks he fished a
plastic funnel which had a long length of tube and a head strap attached to it. In her
relaxed state Parker found it easy to feed the tube in through her lolling mouth,
down her throat and into her stomach so that the small funnel sat in her mouth
holding her lips wide open. Parker then strapped it in place around her head, as he
calmly explained its purpose to the terrified eyes that were following his every
move.
You don't have to worry about your stupid diet anymore,' he smiled. I'll be
feeding you from now on and I don't want you to lose weight.' Parker giggled. He
knew how self conscious Cynthia was about her appearance and knew how much
Maria wanted her to lose weight and that was why he was going to take great
pleasure in fattening her up.
Next he rolled her over and pulled her new tail from the bag. It was about three
feet long, thick and rubbery and with a hairy tuft attached to its end, just like a cow
tail. At the other end was a small length of stiff wire which in turn led to a hollow,
cone shaped butt plug. Parker had designed this himself. Once inserted it would
leave the girl's ass constantly open, rendering her totally unable to control her own
bowels. It was a wickedly simple device but it would totally rattle Cynthia's psyche.
Loosing such basic control over her body would be a tough lesson for her to learn.
Parker rolled Cynthia over onto her stomach and wedged her knees up so that
her ass was easily accessible. He began by feeding the thin end of the hollow plug
into the girl's hole, pushing its growing dimension deeper until the thicker end of
the plug popped inside her and sat just inside her puckered ring of muscles holding
her asshole open. The rubber cow tail protruded in an arc from the top of the cone.
It'll make fucking your ass impossible,' he kindly explained to his terrified
captive. But there's really only one of your fuck holes I'm interested in anyway.'
He laughed, clearly enjoying her obvious discomfort and by the way she'd been
stuffed it wouldn't take the stupid bitch long to realise exactly which hole he
planned to make use of.
Parker loved the look of the tail and the way its springy base made it stand erect
from her ass and he knew it would wiggle excitedly with every movement the
arrogant cow now made.
Cynthia was beginning to twitch and the keening noises she made were
strangely amplified by the funnel stuck firmly in her mouth. Parker laughed but was
quick to take out his piercing gun and ring her nose.
Next he worked on disabling her hands and feet. He knew she would try to rip
out his eyes given half a chance so he bound her fisted hand with bandages before
slipping on her cow hoof gloves and secured them tightly with laces and padlock.
Her new feet' differed from April's piggy trotters in that they were designed to slip
over her bent legs so that her ankles were secured at her thighs and the cow hooves
were located at her knees. Yes, she was a little short for a cow but it took away her
bipedal abilities and that last little semblance of humanism and that's what he liked
the most. This fat six footer would never again be any taller than a large dog and
even on her hind legs with her hands raised above her head she would struggle to
reach his neck.
As she began to moan and wriggle he locked her cow legs firmly in place and
waited on the other side of the wall to watch as she came to terms with her
transformation.
Urrrh urrh,' her unintelligible protestations rang off the walls as she
desperately tried to balance on her new legs'. Parker laughed as her tail swished
and her loud farts echoed loudly in the small stall but he was no longer intimidated
by the look of pure hatred in her eyes. She belonged to him now. He was in control
and it felt damned good because he knew she would soon volunteer to open her legs
for him and would willingly take his hard cock in her virgin hole.
Urrrg urrrg,' she repeated but Parker could only imagine what she was trying to
say. Speech would soon become a distant memory to this fat little cow.
Oh, are you hungry?' he teased. Well, smack my wrist for being such a terrible
host.' Parker picked up a bucket of liquidised leftovers he had prepared for her
earlier and hopped back over the wall. She lunged at him but was cruelly brought up
short by her chained collar and stumbled on her new hooves, loosing her footing on
the wet concrete and very near strangling herself in the process. She let out a loud,
pained yelp, which sounded more like a mooing cow, and then reluctantly stood
still. Parker pushed her back against the wall and held her head up whilst he began
to pour the disgusting swill into her wide open mouth. The gloopy mixture slowly
filtered down the funnel and into Cynthia's stomach whilst she thrashed about with
her useless arms but he held her firm until the very last drop from the gallon bucket
had filtered into her stomach before letting her go.
Now she was really livid.
Uff uff uff,' she ranted, stumbling around, farting loudly and desperately trying
to hit out at him with her hobbled cow hooves as he leapt back over the wall to
safety.
No need to worry about going hungry,' he laughed. I'll bring you more swill
in a couple of hours.'
Parker was loath to leave her. He wanted to see the look on the cow's face when
her bowels opened for the first time. She had already tried to pull out the tail but not
only did her hooves prevent such a delicate operation but the hollow cone shaped
butt plug had a nasty habit of lodging itself a little too firmly in place. He knew it
would be an absolute devil to remove but as he had no intention of doing such a
thing she had nothing to fear, he reasoned with a twisted smile. He was also eager to
see just how long it would take before the bitch fully adjusted to her new life. He
had read up about captive humans and had been surprised just how adaptable the
human mind can be. His absolute favourite piece of bed time reading had been the
case of the poor Japanese hill farmer whose new young wife, faced with the
dilemma of not having enough food to feed her husband, herself and his mule had
chosen to feed herself before the valuable animal and it had died in the middle of
ploughing a field. With no funds to buy a new one the farmer reasoned that his wife,
who had caused this disaster, should take its place as his beast of burden. So he'd
fashioned a wooden yolk to fit around her neck and chained her to the plough until
the whole field had been tilled over but instead of releasing her after she had
completed her fitting punishment the shrewd farmer, realising that his wife was
better value as a beast of burden, decided to keep her in the yoke and chained her in
the stable. She was still available to satisfy his manly needs (in fact the farmer
found he enjoyed shafting his wife's cunt far more now that she was tethered and
unable to feign a headache) as well as work the land and when she began to
complain about her treatment and demand to be released he fitted her with a gagged
bridle. And when she then refused to work the farmer turned his whip on her hide.
The insolent woman very quickly learnt to respond to the whip until all he had
to do was produce it and thrash the air next to her thigh to spur her on in her work
until she eventually accepted her new position in life.
Then the farmer had come up with the idea of using his cock as a reward for
good behaviour and found that she quickly became an obedient and docile beast
when tempered with regular doses of his seed.
The first child she produced was a girl and came as a bitter disappointment to
the farmer who was lonely and had always longed for a son so he left it by his
wife's side not caring if the babe lived or died and the woman fed it from her breast
and brought it up beside her in the stable. It learnt to labour by example as did the
next girl child and the one after that and pretty soon the farmer was tilling more
ground than he ever had with his mule and planting so much seed with the help of
his extraordinary work force that he was at last able to afford to replace the dead
mule but he no longer needed one as his children thrived and grew into healthy,
strong boned workers, accepting their lot without question.
His wife's gag had made it impossible for her to teach her offspring language
but as they reached adulthood the farmer gagged the mute beasts anywayby this
time he had begun to garner a great deal of pleasure from working his tethered
women and gagging them gave him a sense of power he had never possessed whilst
his wife walked free at his side. Now he felt totally liberated and in control.
Only when the woman finally produced him a son did the farmer take the boy
child into his house and bring him up as his own. The bright little boy was quick to
learn the art of carrot and stick on his father's female workforce and took great
pleasure in flogging the beasts when they didn't work hard enough and rewarding
them with his cock when they pleased him, just as his father did.
When his cruelty was finally discovered by the outside world, some twenty
years later, the experts wanted to know how he had managed to turn his once lovely
young bride into little more than an animal. The farmer didn't utter a word but
simply produced the shiny, well worn stick that he beat them with and held this in
one hand and his cock in the other whilst making a kind of weighing motion with
both tools. It is said that this was the earliest known use of the phrase we now know
as carrot and stick.
Parker had made a study of this seemingly isolated case of enforced bondage of
women and discovered that it was anything but an isolated incident. Wild women in
the depths of the South American rain forests had been captured and tamed in much
the same way. Considered sub human by their captors they were utilised as pack
horses for the intrepid explorers by day as well as doubling up as willing whores
and pleasant bed warmers during the night time hours.
Parker had assumed that these rather barbarian but attractive practices were
limited to third world countries but soon found that this wasn't the case. Remote
English villages, where, in the days before contraceptives the children were two a
penny and resources short, the men would gather to trade and barter in human flesh
long before the capture of African slaves had even been thought of. Families who
had too many mouths to feed would no longer look upon the latest arrival as a
burden but a bonus whose sale would put meat on the table for a good few months.
The boys would become labourers but the girl's, who were often employed under
the guise of scullery maids, were in fact the play things of the rich and titled. Forced
to work in the kitchens of great houses for nothing more than a roof over their heads
and used to satisfy their masters deviant sexual needs as if they were dispensable
which they were. There was even a report, though not proven, that male members of
the British Royal family were ritually gifted with a young maid of their choice on
their eighteenth birthday to do with as they wished and a whole wing of Windsor
castle had been set aside to home these girls. But the most important point and the
one that linked all these stories together was the fact that, even though the victims
had objected strongly to their treatment they had all responded to liberal use of both
the stick and the carrot'. Parker was simply carrying on an age old, world wide
tradition. He had become a farmer of wayward women and, if rumour was correct,
he was in extremely distinguished company.
Parker glanced at his watch in the darkening barn; he had been staring at the
pathetic, snivelling beast for over an hour now and could have stayed longer but
there was other work to do before he turned in for the night.
Unfortunately I can't hang around and chat all night,' he said. I've got other
animals to tend to and I get the feeling my cute little pig is going to be more than
happy to see me tonight.'
Parker didn't wait for a reply from Cynthia he would not have understood her
amplified lowing if he had. Instead he donned a pair of boots and headed off
towards the pig sty. April was huddled in one corner, shivering and covered in a
thick layer of drying mud, now that the rain had finally stopped. He thought she
looked delightful.
Okay, I'll shuck your fucking cock.' Although Parker had left her tongue
detached from her nose ring the words were still severely hampered by her tongue
piercing but Parker clearly got the message although he dearly wanted to hear her
say it again.
What's that you said?
I'll suck your fucking cock,' she managed and bowed her head in defeat.
Parker laughed as the ring around her tongue clattered noisily against her teeth as
she spoke.
It was a proud moment for him and the first step on her long road to obedience.
You could at least say please,' Parker teased and when she didn't answer he
started to walk away.
No, wait.' She took a deep breath as though the words were difficult for her.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please can I suck your cock?'
Parker relished her look of desperation, savouring its flavour in his mind like a
fine wine on his connoisseur taste buds and his cock began to grow in his pants.
This was what he wanted April to see his rock hard, throbbing erection. He
wanted her to get a good long look at his impressive, rigid manhood before he
plunged it down her ungrateful throat so he unzipped his jeans and pulled it out into
the open with a proud smile. He watched as April swallowed nervously but her eyes
were fixed on his cock even though her face was still etched with misery and that
brought a warm, comforting feeling to Parker's belly.
He pushed his cock against her closed lips.
So sorry I haven't got any fags for you.' Her filthy face registered shock and
her eyes widened in fear but she opened her mouth and he slowly pushed himself in
through her parted lips, wanting to savour every single, delicious moment. But I
think you owe me this one.'
The ring around her tongue sent ripples of pleasure right up through Parker's
belly as his dick slid over it and he looked on with fascination as his stiff cock
disappeared at last into April's sour mouth, drinking in every last ounce of pleasure
until his sensitive tip slid past her tonsils and she began to retch. Angelina Jolie
never retched. She took it all with a look of silent adoration in her beautiful doe
eyes. But the thought of his cock making April retch had kept him going for the last
ten years and he pushed some more, wanting to force out every last piece of
arrogance, until her mouth was wide, her eyes even wider and her lips brushed
against the crop of ginger curls at his crotch. Then he slowly withdrew and she
obediently sucked on his shaft, flicking her tongue along the base and circling his
throbbing glans in the expert way she had with all the other boys in school. It sent
ripples of pleasure shooting up his pulsing dick as he gazed down at the amazing
sight and he wanted it to go on forever but he couldn't hold on and came with her
lips clamped around his pulsing shaft. He shivered as she sucked every last drop of
the juice out of him.
He had finally managed to spill his seed inside a woman and now he felt purged.
The bitterness that had welled inside him and festered in the pit of his belly for so
long had at long last eased. Parker pulled his satisfied dick from her mouth and
reattached her tongue ring to her nose ring. Now he felt like a real man a complete
man a man of power a man who could do anything he wanted.
Parker smiled. The pleasure had been worth the wait and tomorrow he meant to
begin her training in earnest.
***
Cynthia tried hard not to cry. She knew that the bastard would see every sign of
weakness as a personal victory but when she looked at what that pervert had done to
her she couldn't stem her tears but was horrified as each shuddering sob was only
amplified by the cruel and painful funnel gag and worse still, accompanied by loud
farts which she seemed totally unable to stop.
The perverted little bastard, she cursed silently. I'm gonna rip his fucking dick
off when he comes back. I'm gonna bite off his useless balls, chew them into little
pieces and spit them in his evil little face but she was in no position to fight back.
He'd reduced her to nothing more than a farmyard animal standing on all fours,
tethered by a chain around her neck and ringed through her noseand then, just
when she thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, her ass began to empty
and no matter how hard Cynthia tried to stop the shit from leaking out of her it just
kept pouring from her open bottom. She couldn't even shout for help. When she
tried it sounded more like a lowing cow than a human and that just fed her fear and
caused more shit to spill from her.
I don't deserve this, she thought miserably and then renewed anger chased away
her despondency for a short while. That perverted little bastard's gonna feel the full
force of my fucking knee in his useless crotch when I get outa here, but escape
seemed impossible and to think about her future only depressed her all the more.
Cynthia could find only one small consolation in her living hellat least the
impotent bastard couldn't rape herthat would have been too much to bear and it
was his sexual inadequacies that had given her the delightfully fragrant pleasures of
his lovely virgin wife and it was Maria she tried to concentrate on now.
Was she missing her yet? And if she was would she even think to come looking
for her here? Cynthia tried to chase away the cold that was whistling in through the
ill fitting boarded walls by thinking of Maria, of holding her soft, warm body
against her own, of the sweet taste of her lipsher sex lipsas she licked and
nibbled her way towards her hard little clit. Cynthia imagined Maria doing the same
to her and wondered at her ability to draw on such tender intimacies when she was
tethered and tortured so painfully. A flush glowed on her cheeks when she realised
that she was aroused. She had been captured and imprisoned like an animal but still,
the thought of her Maria had brought juice to her pussy and a pleasurable ache that
helped to keep her warm through the long night.
By morning Cynthia found herself paddling in her own excrement, exhausted
and thoroughly demoralized and not even the thought of Maria lying naked on
Cynthia's bed could chase away her utter despondency any more.
He can do nothing else to humiliate me now, she told herself as she heard the
door slide open and his footsteps close in on her stall.
Did we sleep well?' he asked with a mocking, cheery tone that left Cynthia
cold.
Oooor aaasole!' she spat back defiantly.
I think you'll need mucking out before your breakfast,' and without warning he
turned an icy cold hose on her. Cynthia wobbled on her hobbled legs and hoofed
hands and huddled against the wall but there was no escape as he hosed away her
mess from the concrete floor.
The bucket of swill came as no surprise as she watched him approach but she
wasn't going to take it quietly until, that is, he poked her with the wand he held in
his other hand. A jolt of electricity fizzed through her wet body and she jerked
painfully in her restraints and screamed pitifully into her gag.
When she opened her screwed up eyes he was holding the cattle prod poised and
ready to strike again.
Lift your head up,' he demanded, raising the wand so that it was only inches
from her face.
Cynthia did as she was told. Her bones were still crackling from the electrical
jolt so she reluctantly sat still so that he could pour the disgusting smelling swill
into the funnel. She felt the coldness of it as it slipped down the tube and pretty
soon she began to feel uncomfortably full but he just kept on pouring until the
bucket was empty and her stomach was painfully distended.
Cynthia groaned when she looked at her expanding waist line and hardly took
any notice of Parker as he attached ropes to her thighs and secured them to the walls
on either side.
He was behind her now and she could hear the clatter of metal and smell
burning coals but he had secured her in such a way that it was impossible for her to
turn her head enough to see what he was doing but her stall was now lit with an
eerie orange glow and she could clearly feel the heat of a fire on her back. Cynthia
found its warmth comforting but any small pleasure gleaned from it soon left her as
she caught sight of Parker approaching with a white hot branding iron in his hand
and an evil smile on his face. Cynthia struggled desperately against her restraints
but couldn't escape the glowing iron as it made contact with the tender skin of her
left buttock and the searing pain ripped through her like a forest fire, rending an
anguished scream from her spread lips which sounded like the pained lowing of a
birthing cow and the putrid smell of burnt skin mingled with the stench of her own
shit as her ass involuntarily emptied its contents onto the floor.
Parker threw a bucket of water over her burning buttock and laughed at her as
she hobbled painfully from hoof to hoof and her short, pained breaths left her mouth
as crude animalistic grunts that disgusted Cynthia but she was unable to stop.




CHAPTER 4

Parker's mouth watered as he looked at the beautiful red mark on Cynthia's fat
ass. He'd made it himself a simple circle with the word COW written in inch high
letters across its centre. It took up much of the surface of her vast left buttock and
set his cock twitching like never before.
The cow was whimpering now, her arrogant bullishness just a distant memory
but Parker hadn't finished with her yet. Now that he'd broken her he was going to
stick his cock where no man had ever been beforeup her juicy virgin cunt.
Parker pulled off the ropes that had secured her in place for the branding,
unclipped the chain that tethered her to the wall, rolled her onto her back and pulled
his hard cock out of his pants. When the befuddled bitch realised what he was about
to do she started flailing her cloven hoofed arms at him but her short cow legs
proved useless in defence and just stuck up in the air invitingly.
He could hardly wait to see the look on her fat face as he reamed his dick up her
virgin hole. He had real big plans for Cynthia fucking Harwood and this was just
the beginning.
Parker butted his cock up against her warm cunt. The bitch was wet! The bitch
was fucking wet. She was actually wet for him. He looked down at her wide open
mouth and staring eyes.
So, you've been looking forward to this moment just as much as I have then?'
He thrust his hips and as he broached her hairy entrance she grunted and bucked in
her desperate struggle to avoid penetration.
You're all man hungry, cock seeking bitch's when the chips are down,' he said
and another thrust sank his dick deeper into her unexplored depths.
Oooomph, arrrmth,' she cried out and her cunt muscles closed in around his
plunging cock like a vice.
Oh, that's so good,' Parker whispered in her ear. Let's make a baby cow,' he
teased, warming to this task and speeding his strokes.' After all these years; all
these fucking, barren years of wondering if he'd know what to do and it felt natural.
It felt so damned good to ream his cock into her warm tight hole so damned good
and she was loving it too.
Is it good to finally have a cock inside you?' he grunted between thrusts.
Parker's words seemed to give her renewed strength and she struggled again to
release herself from her impaled position but her cunt muscles just seemed to pull
him in deeper and Parker couldn't control his eager dick a moment longer. He shot
his load, deep inside the fertile warmth of her virgin hole.
Fuck,' he cursed. He'd wanted to prolong the pleasure of humping the lesbian
lover of his wife a little longer but the overwhelming sensations of finally shafting a
woman's cunt had got him so damned hot that he just couldn't hold back but at
least he'd done it. There was nothing wrong with him. He was as horny as the next
guy as randy as a rampant bull. He suddenly felt Herculean in his power.
Parker reluctantly withdrew from her tight little hole, watching his slick, juiced
up dick reappear from her warm folds with the wonder of a child. Why had he
waited so damned long for this? Why had that evil fucking April Appleton denied
him his birth right as a man?
***
With first blood now drawn Parker felt more in control and began to map out his
plan of action.
He was standing under a steaming shower washing away the grime of his
coupling with the cow but not the memories. The memories were playing back in
his head right now as Parker soaped his growing cock with pride. The useless organ
that had lain limp between his legs for everyone except Angelina had at last been
awakened and it felt good. He ran his hand the length of his slippery shaft and
thought of Maria. She wouldn't have deserted me for that fat cow if I'd been more
forceful, more dominant with her. His hand worked ever faster and his breathing
quickened to match. She'd be in there right now waiting for a damned good seeing
to. The image of his beautiful wife lying naked and waiting for him had his seed
splashing powerfully against the glass shower screen. He stood quite still, breathing
hard, pulling the last creamy drops out of his dick with his fist, trying to keep the
image fresh in his head and he made a decisionHe was going to bring her home
where she belonged.
Drying himself in his bedroom his eyes kept straying back to the vacant side of
his bed. Maria belonged here. She was his wife and she had no god damned right to
go running off like that. She would have to learn to obey her husband. That's where
it had all gone wrong. He had let her get away with far too much, kept her on a
pedestal and allowed her to manipulate him until she'd lost respect for him. He'd
made the mistake of thinking she was like his mother but maybe she could be with
guidance. She'd lost her way but he could make it better.
In his minds eye he saw Maria now, lazing on the bed, her long, slender legs
pulled wide apart by the rope wrapped around her ankles and firmly secured to the
bedposts. His eyes travelled the length of her thrashing thighs to the neat crop of
blonde curls that protected her delicate, untouched sex and the image of Cynthia's
ugly face, her tongue stuck out obscenely and heading for his wife's softly
shimmering sex suddenly encroached on his fantasy and he shook his head,
repulsed his bed was empty once again.
Parker dressed in a pair of clean overalls before firing up his portable furnace
and heading out to the sty to check on the pig.
She was no longer a weighty spectre hanging over his life. He had lanced that
particular boil, exorcised his demons and to be honest he'd now lost interest in her
but she seemed pathetically grateful to see him and even asked to suck his cock but
Parker took one look at her mud caked body, bits of food still clinging to her chin as
she huddled shivering in the corner of her pen and declined her offer but he couldn't
ignore her exemplary behaviour. Good behaviour had to be rewarded straight away.
Only punishments could be commuted to a more convenient time because giving
the recipient thinking time was punishment in itself.
He threw the leftovers from his breakfast, along with a few chunks of stale
bread, into her trough. She seemed keen to dig straight in but Parker stopped her.
Well done,' he praised and stroked the pig's stubbly head. But I don't want
anything from you today although you do deserve a reward for such good
behaviour.' He could have sworn he saw the makings of a smile catch the edges of
her lips but it was hard to tell with her tongue sticking out as it didand then he
knew what her reward should be.
He reached forward and snapped open the ring through her lips and parted it
from her nose ring.
Thank you,' she said and Parker felt a spark of compassion for the filthy pig.
Finish up your food and I may just allow you back into your sty,' he added and
was rewarded with the sight of her little piggy tale wagging in the air as she
enthusiastically lowered her head into her trough and wolfed down the cold
leftovers. No pretence of humanity this time. No stupid effort to use her piggyfied
hands. No pleading for mercy. She just sank her head straight into the trough and
snuffled greedily at the unappetising mess as if she had been born to it.
Parker stood and watched her for a while, damned sure that he would never
have behaved in such a way. It was obviously something inherent in women that
they should so quickly cow down to their stronger male counterparts, he thought.
But all the same it was an amusing sight and Parker watched for a while. He had
planned to wait until he had her full attention to brand her ass, but her specially
made iron was already heating up in the fire, and this seemed like too good an
opportunity to miss so he crept away, pulled the white hot metal circle from the fire
and quietly returned to the preoccupied pig.
She felt the heat too late to stop him and just as she was about to flee he pinned
her to the ground with it. Her scream rang long and loud around the yard but Parker
didn't care. There was no one around to hear except Cynthia and he idly wondered
what she'd be making of the blood curdling noises coming from the other side of
the yard.
After dousing the smouldering brand with a bucket of cold water he unbolted
her sty door and she scrambled straight in.
You evil fucking bastard. What have you done to me? I'm gonna sue your ass
off when I get out of here.' She disappeared into the warmth of the sty still
mumbling obscenities at him.
Parker walked away giggling to himself. He was a little disappointed that her
seemingly docile nature had so quickly disappeared with the introduction of a little
pain but the sight of her branded ass more than made up for it. He wondered what
sort of mood the cow would be in this morning.
Cynthia was huddled against the wall, one rosy, branded ass cheek held off the
floor, her fat face streaked with tears of self pity and surrounded by her own mess.
Parker immediately turned the hose on her and she lowed like a cow but this
time she didn't even try to escape the icy spray. She knew it was the only way she
was going to get clean so she stood on her little cow legs and took the blast as
Parker purposely aimed it at her tits and then guided the jet between her legs and
into her gash. This made the bitch shudder and yelp as the water pummelled against
her sensitive little nub and Parker enjoyed her exquisite dilemma as she squirmed.
She smelt much sweeter when he brought in her breakfast and he was pleased to
notice that the minute she saw the bucket she adopted the feeding position. Her eyes
had already taken in the wand strapped to his belt and she'd apparently decided to
be obedient this morning. Parker was almost disappointed. He'd been looking
forward to punishing the fat bitch but he wouldn't punish good behaviour he had
principles but he also had a plan.
Once fed Cynthia scuttled as far away from him as her short chain would allow
but Parker had other ideas. He unclipped the wand from his belt.
Lie down,' he ordered, pointing it at the, now clean but damp concrete floor.
Cynthia rolled over, her little legs sticking up in the air.
Parker pulled out his cock and massaged it for a while, goading the bitch with it
as it grew in his hand. She turned away but Parker moved position so she closed her
eyes and this annoyed Parker, he wanted her to watch him climb on top of her. He
wanted to see the expression on her face as his hard cock forced its way inside her.
He wanted to see her wrestle with her emotions because he was damned sure the
bitch wouldn't want to go back to pussy licking after what he'd given her.
Parker touched the wand to her sex.
Cynthia jerked and writhed and squealed through her funnel gag.
Parker laughed.
Keep your eyes open,' he demanded. Or I'll do it again,' and just for good
measure her pushed the tip of the wand inside her moist sex lips and zapped her
again.
Her squeal of pain was high pitched this time but her eyes remained wide open
and Parker climbed between her legs, his face only inches from hers as his cock
found her hole and he thrust his hips and slid easily through her lubed up entrance.
I think you like being zapped,' Parker teased as he thrust long and deep.
Cynthia shook her head frantically but Parker touched it to her hairy mound
anyway and this time he felt the fizz of electricity pulsing through his cock as she
writhed beneath him but he rode her hard, his dick still tingling and it felt good so
Parker did it again and this time as she bucked and reared the jolt made him come
like he'd never come before and he found himself grunting as he pumped his cock
into her.
When he looked at Cynthia she was sweating. Her eyes were open but narrowed
and dripping with hatred but right now Parker couldn't have cared less. He felt
sated and mellow and left her to her suffering.
***
Parker had planned a quick trip into town to pick up provisions but instead he
found himself outside his wife's new house the house she had shared with Cynthia
until yesterday. He wondered if she was missing her butch girlfriend yet and
without even realising that he'd done it Parker pulled into the driveway.
The front door opened almost immediately and Maria burst out.
Have you seen Cynthia?' she demanded. What have you said to her? Why
hasn't she come home?'
Hey, hey. Don't shoot the messenger,' Parker lied. She's just fine.'
How do you know? Where is she? Why would she come to you?' Maria was
hysterical and Parker thought he had never seen her look more beautiful nor more
vulnerable. Her pretty face was as pale as fine porcelain and even the furrows on
her worried brow gave her an air of helplessness and her shiny black hair was
tousled and un-brushed as she stood shoeless on the doorstep wringing her delicate
hands together. He wanted to take her into his arms and protect her. She had turned
to him for comfort and he would take care of her now that Cynthia had found a
better lover.
Get in the truck,' he said and was surprised when she did it without question.
She was wearing blue jeans and a short white T shirt which hugged her breasts
and showed off her large, dark nipples. Parker tore his eyes away and started the
engine.
We had a fight, she sobbed. Before she left for work yesterday and now she
hasn't come home.'
She came to me,' Parker said, warming to his little game now. He pressed the
automatic lock on the instrument panel and all four doors clunked noisily as the
dead bolts fell into place. Maria was still sobbing into her hanky and didn't appear
to notice.
Why would she come to you? She hates you.' Maria looked at him suspiciously
for the first time as he pulled out of her driveway and onto the road.
She was too scared to tell you herself and knew that I would take care of you.'
Parker lied.
Tell me what? Where is she? Maria demanded.
Parker didn't want her creating a scene in the car but as they approached the
farm he decided to play with her a little more.
She's found someone else. She's left you and she's not coming back.' Parker
looked his wife in the eye waiting for her to break down and cry and hoping that she
would take comfort from him but she became even more hysterical.
She wouldn't do that. She wouldn't just go off and leave me without a word.
She loves me,' Maria sobbed.
Parker cringed at the thought.
You can't trust a lesbian,' he said hoping to win her back but Maria rounded on
him.
I'm a lesbian,' she spat.
No you're not, you're my wife,' Parker answered simply.'
Only in name and you were never a proper husband. Our marriage was nothing
but a sham,' she hit back viciously.
Why would you marry me if you're a lesbian?' Parker wasn't fooled by her
outburst.
Becausebecausebecause you can't do it,' she blurted out.
Parker felt the pain of her words as if she had plunged a knife into his heart and
turned it slowly. He cursed the fat butch bitch for turning Maria into such a hard
hearted cow and hit back.
Your butch friend is nothing but a liar and a cheat. When she came to me
yesterday morning she was confused, didn't know which way to turn, so I
comforted her and she responded to me and let me tell you that woman's no
lesbian.'
You're a liar Parker Thompson,' Maria spat back. You're nothing but a liar.
Parker carried on.
She said I'd finally made her realise that it was a man she needed and not you.
She said she was sick of pussy licking and needed a cock to satisfy her lonely,
empty cuntso I offered my own.'
Maria stared at him for the longest time, her mouth hanging open in disbelief,
her eyes frozen and unfathomable and then she began to examine him, almost as if
she would find a clue about his person, as if she were weighing up the likelihood of
what he had said really being true. Then she laughed.
You're sick now I know you're lying,' and she jumped out of the car.
CYNTHIA,' she shouted towards the farmhouse.
She can't hear you.'
Where is she Parker? This is no time for your silly childish games,' Maria
snapped back. And you wonder why I prefer to be with a woman?' She shook her
head dismissively. She'd obviously decided that what he'd said wasn't true because
Maria thought that she knew Parker Thompson and the Parker Thompson that she
knew had a useless, limp dick.
He felt his hackles bristle. How could his own wife be so cruel, so spiteful, so
pitiless?
Go and get her,' Maria demanded. She was as petulant and demanding as ever,
Parker noticed with a wry smile.
You go find her,' Parker offered but Maria seemed reluctant to cross the
threshold of their one time marital home. Did she fear that once over that step she
would never be able to leave? Parker wondered. Had she some kind of second
sight? Did she know of Parker's plans for her?
She's in my bed. Go see for yourself.' Parker walked away, calling her bluff.
Maria stood in the centre of the silent farm yard for a moment or two before
finally heading into the house. It was as if she were calculating the risk factor and
Parker was a little shocked that his own wife seemed almost afraid of him. She had
never been whilst they were together. She had ruled over him as if she were his
father, cracking her tongue like a whip to keep him in line and using bribery and
threats to get her own way but Parker had been happy enough to do her bidding.
Just having her in the same room was reward enough for him. Merely looking at her
beautiful face across the breakfast table kept his soul alive and his heart pumping.
He had worshipped the ground she walked on and only ever longed to please her.
Parker waited a moment before following her. She was trapped now and he had
his syringe loaded and ready in his pocket.
***
His smile sent shivers down her spine and his scent, when he grabbed hold of
her, seemed different somehow. He was no longer the mild mannered ineffectual
man she'd married. He had grown bigger somehow and more powerful.
Maria felt the needle as he plunged it into her thigh but her scream died on her
lips as she fell paralysed to the ground at his feet. Her body a pile of useless limbs
whilst her mind remained painfully alert and petrified.
I knew you'd come back to me eventually, Maria,' Parker crooned as he lifted
her into his arms. But I may have to punish you for leaving me?' he chided.
Maria tried to struggle free but her limbs were like dead weights and her mouth
hung open and mute. Only her eyes registered her fear as Parker carried her up the
stairs to the bedroom they had once shared and placed her carefully on top of the
covers on the right hand side of the bed, creasing the sheets for the first time since
she'd walked out on him.
What are you going to do to me,' she said but no words came out of her mouth.
I would never hurt you,' he crooned as if he had heard her unspoken words but
he was coming at her with a smile on his face and a metal collar and chain in his
hands.
Maria tried to scream but the only sound in the room was the clink of the chain
as he lifted her head off the pillow and snapped the collar around her neck. The
metallic clink echoed loud in Maria's ear but she was unable to struggle free.
He was walking away now. The door clicked shut behind him. She heard his
feet on the stairs, the slam of the kitchen door and then silence.
Maria tried to move but her limbs remained stubbornly idle. The spineless idiot
had finally snapped. Maria began to doubt hat Cynthia was here at all. Was this
simply a ploy to get her back? Well, this certainly wasn't the way to go about it but
Maria reasoned that neither scenario boded well for her in her current position and
as the feeling began to return to her limbs she attempted to free herself but he had
locked the chain onto the iron bedpost in such a way that she couldn't even stand
up.
Although Maria was scared she felt sure that Parker wouldn't hurt her. They had
once been close and he'd always been a kind and considerate husband until Cynthia
came along. But he couldn't possibly blame her for that could he?
Maria had a sudden terrifying thought. Parker hated Cynthia with a passion.
They couldn't even stand to be in the same room together and there was no way she
would have come to him for anything. She was suddenly absolutely sure that if
Cynthia was here, then she was here as a captive too.
Eventually Maria heard Parker return to the house. Heard his footsteps on the
stairs again and then the sound of the shower. She even heard him humming some
annoying tuneless ditty above the noise of the rushing water and for some reason,
this small act of normality made her shiver.
When he opened the bedroom door he was naked, his plump belly still damp.
The curly red hairs on his chest still harbouring drips of water.
Her eyes fell to his penis as a drop of water dripped from its tip and fell to the
carpet. Maria had never seen him so completely naked before and his sudden show
of immodesty made her uncomfortable. His dick didn't look as small and shrivelled
as she remembered it. Now it was meaty and thicker somehow and the sight of it
there, between his thick thighs was threatening like it never had been before.
Theirs had not been a conventional marriage. Yes, they had shared the same bed
and been close, even affectionate at times but they had never gone in for open
displays of affection or paraded naked in front of each other nor had their strange
union ever been consummated. Maria had assumed that Parker was impotent and
that suited her well enough because she had no wish to feel a man's cock inside her.
He had never forced himself on her nor made unreasonable demands and all in all
he had been a kind and considerate companion and if she hadn't met Cynthia
hadn't ever felt the gentleness of a woman's touch she would probably still have
been with Parker. So what was this all about and what on earth had he done to poor
Cynthia?
Parker made no effort to explain and Maria, faced with the close proximity of
his naked body, found herself too scared to ask and embarrassed by his sudden
casualness.
He brought her tea and hot buttered toast, just the way she liked it and even
though Maria had no appetite she ate it all the same and tried to engage her
estranged husband in light-hearted conversation and ignore the incongruous collar
and chain around her neck whilst the toast stuck in her throat but her eyes were
constantly drawn to his lounging member. Why didn't he put some clothes on?
I always loved this bedroom, you know,' she smiled at him nervously as he
finally stood up and dressed in his work overalls but he didn't answer, merely eyed
her suspiciously and she cursed herself for trying to behave normally. He might be a
little different. A little odd but he was no fool, she should know that.
Why are you keeping me here?' She tried a more direct approach in the hope
that he would open up for her and give her some small inkling of his intentions.
Because this is where you belong. You're my wife,' Parker said. I've rescued
you from the clutches of that perverted bitch and now you're safe.' Parker gestured
towards the window and Maria knew that he meant Cynthia. She led you astray,
didn't she?'
Maria noticed the tone of his voice change when he talked of Cynthia. His usual
soft cadence became harsh and tainted with bitterness.
Please don't blame Cynthia for me leaving. It was my choice.'
You know that's not true,' Parker rounded on her, his eyes blazing and it scared
Maria.
Is Cynthia here? Have you got her chained to a bed too?' Maria asked.
Parker laughed. I wouldn't have that evil cow in my house,' he hissed through
clenched teeth.
Maria took one look at his cold expression and his shaking hands and decided
not to ask any more questions. She was sure that keeping him happy and on an even
keel was the best way to secure her escape. That's what they did in the movies.
They befriended their captors, got under their skin by telling them about their kids
and their parents and how the bread their mother made was to die for well, maybe
not quite that good. It made them more human, more individual, rather than mere
pawns in a game and that was her plan now as she watched him haul the heavy oak
dressing table closer to the bed and lengthen the chain that kept her tethered to it.
There are nightdresses in there for you and water in the jug to wash with,' he
said. Now I have my animals to tend to but I won't be too long.'
But Parker, I thought the animals were all gone?' Maria questioned.
You don't know everything,' he snapped back and left her alone.
Maria opened the top draw to find ten pairs of brand new, white cotton knickers
sitting on a new scented drawer sheet. The second draw held the same amount of
long white nightdresses the sort her grandmother might have worn ankle length
with buttons right up to the chin and long lacy sleeves. Maria had no intention of
taking off her clothes but she did swill her face in the warm water and dabbed it dry
with the soft, fluffy towel the fruity scent of the fabric softener so familiar to her.
Parker always had kept a spotless house that hadn't changed but something had
and it scared the living daylights out of her.
When she heard his tuneless whistling as he crossed the yard below Maria dared
to call out for Cynthia but her tentative shout was met with nothing but a stubborn
silence.
***
Parker laughed as he headed back to the barn. Maria thought she could outwit
him, he saw it in her eyes and in the stupid words she used but she was in for a huge
shock. This worm had turned.
The last remaining light of the dull, windless day had an oppressive feel about
it. The air was heavy and the sky loaded with rain clouds. He peered into the pig
pen but April wasn't there although her food trough was empty. Parker tipped one
of the buckets he was carrying into it and called the animal.
Come here little piggy.'
There was a shuffling noise from the sty and then she appeared, dirty and
dishevelled from her straw bed. Her face was streaked with muddy tears, her ass red
and swollen where Parker had branded her but she had come when he called.
Parker suddenly realised that, after releasing her tongue, he had forgotten to
reattach her chain. The pig had been free all day and she hadn't made an attempt to
escape. Parker felt blood rush to his head as he thought of what might have
happened had she managed to. How had he been so neglectful?
You have been a good little pig today,' he said and you deserve a reward for
not trying to escape.'
He watched April's eyes fall to the chain hanging loose from the ring in the wall
and then register surprise which was very quickly replaced with dismay as the
realisation that she had missed the opportunity to escape hit home and then she
started wailing loud, pitiful sobs that rang loud around the deserted yard.
It's ok,' Parker soothed. Now I know that you want to stay here I'll try and
make your life a little more comfortable.' This was the carrot and he was prepared
to lay it on thick right now. She was at a low ebb and if he made her feel better.
Made her miserable existence more bearable she would learn to appreciate him all
the sooner.
He jumped into the pen and pushed her food inside her sty then quickly
reattached the chain to her nose ring and pulled her inside too.
You can eat your supper in comfort tonight,' he said though in reality he was
eager to get to Cynthia.
Cynthia looked even worse than April and the stench coming from her stall was
more than Parker could bear so he hosed her down and washed the shit off the floor
before going in.
I have a proposition for you,' he smiled as he motioned with his cattle prod for
her to adopt the feeding position. And the choice is entirely yours. I won't try to
force or coerce you into this. Whatever you decide, I'll be happy to go along with.'
She sat quietly at his feet, head bent back, eyes ever wary of the evil electric prod in
his hand. Parker paused before delivering his punch lineI can feed this meal
either to youor to your lover.' He watched with delight as her emotions darted
across her eyes. Her brow furrowed, her eyes narrowed and then glistened with
tears.
If you want Maria to replace you in here all you have to do is nod your head.'
Cynthia didn't move a muscle, as he knew she wouldn't, and this time he didn't
have to hold her still as he poured the liquefied potato into the funnel. How sweet to
see such love and devotion, he thought as her already bloated belly grew ever
larger.
Once the bucket was empty Parker tossed it aside, pulled out his cock and stood
over her face.
I would just love to stuff this fat beast down your throat but seeing as I can't,
perhaps I'll give it to Maria instead. Do you think she'll enjoy it?' he teased,
holding his growing member closer to her face. Do you think it will choke her? Do
you think her delicate little throat could take all of it?' He moved his fist along the
length of his shaft slowly, pressing it against the cow's stretched cheek then poked
it into her ear and wiped a glistening drop of pre-cum into her tangled hair. Again
her emotions were written large in her sorry eyes but she didn't try to move away.
Or perhaps you'd like to take this for her as well?'
She looked at him now, her eyes narrowing but showing her resignation.
Just lie down and open your legs if you want my cock,' he offered and watched
with a wry smile as she immediately lay back and let her legs fall open, her eyes
now dull and listless in defeat.
It was such a blatant invitation that it would have been churlish of Parker to
refuse her. Again his hardness slid easily into her wet hole and he enjoyed every
pained expression that crossed her fat face as he reamed his dick right up to the hilt.
You're no lesbian are you?' he taunted as he battered her tight hole. He'd got a
taste for female flesh now and he had a good few years to catch up on. She was an
unattractive beast at the best of times but tethered and gagged she took on a whole
new appeal to Parker but most of all, it was his seed he wanted to implant in her
belly and once he had spilt his issue he forced her to stay on the floor so that his
little men had a fighting chance of finding an egg and setting up home in her hot
little uterus.
She looked horrified when she realised what he meant and scrabbled straight to
her cow feet but Parker wasn't that concerned. He'd just keep on fucking her until
he managed to sire her calf. It certainly beat the sort of artificial insemination he
had once used on his dairy herd.
***
Maria was still lying on his bed, dressed in her jeans and T shirt. It appeared her
game to play along with him had finished at the suggestion she take off her clothes.
Sometimes she could be such a prude.
Get undressed,' he demanded. I have no intention of defiling your body. I
merely want to gaze upon its beauty and worship its perfection.' Parker was unsure
if he'd ever seen his wife totally naked and he was looking forward to the delight
now but she was staring at him as if he were a lunatic and still made no attempt to
obey his request.
Take off your clothes or I'll be forced to punishthe cow.'
This got her attention.
What do you mean, Parker?' but he knew she had some inkling by the look on
her face.
That cow you call Cynthia. I've got her tethered by her brand new nose ring
down in the barn.' He paused for effect.
I don't believe you,' she said but her eyes told a different story.
She's naked and gagged and trotting about on all fours as if she were born to
it,' Parker added.
Maria said nothing this time.
I've branded her fat ass too.'
You liar,' she snapped but her voice was shaky and her cheeks ashen.
And I've fucked her,' Parker proudly announced. NOW TAKE OFF YOUR
DAMNED CLOTHES.'
Maria recoiled as he shouted but still made no attempt to undress.
Do it or you'll end up down there in her place.'
This seemed to do the trick and Maria began fumbling nervously with her jeans,
kicking off her shoes and gingerly pushing the tight denims down her thighs to drop
around her ankles.
He watched intently as she stepped out of her jeans and began to pull her pink
lace panties down over the mound of her buttocks and shuffle them over her thighs
and down her legs until they too dropped to the floor. Then she sat on the bed in an
effort to hide her nakedness from him. After four years of marriage this was the
most flesh he had ever seen and she peachy.
Hurry up,' Parker snapped.
II can't take my T shirt off,' she pointed at the chain.
Parker took a pair of nail scissors, snipped at the hem and ripped it off for her.
Now your bra,' he ordered.
Yyou said you wouldn't hurt me,' Maria stammered, holding the ripped T
shirt up against her breasts.
And I won't if you do as you're told. NOW DO IT.' Parker didn't like
shouting at her. He hated to see fear in her eyes when she looked at him but she had
to learn who was boss here now and if that meant raising his voice a little then she'd
just have to get used to it.
Finally Maria peeled off her bra and let it drop to the floor alongside her panties
before hastily pulling on the long nightdress and buttoning it right up to her chin
before carefully pulling on a pair of the soft cotton panties to ensure Parker didn't
get to see too much more of her flesh.
Are you as modest with the butch bitch? Or has Cynthia seen your naked
breasts?' Parker goaded. I've seen hers, you know, and they're nothing to write
home aboutbut yours' He hesitated and swallowed the lump in his throat as he
gazed at the swell of her breasts beneath the white cotton nightdress. Yours are
beautiful. Rounded and flawless and just pleasingly heavy enough to promise'
Parker licked his lips. You look enchanting, delightful, the picture of chaste
innocence,' he added. He found himself suddenly embarrassed talking so blatantly
in front of her.
Maria pulled the nightdress closer to her body, pushing its hem down towards
her naked feet. She seemed uncomfortable with the affection he was showing her
and this upset him.
I'm giving you a longer leash so that you can reach the bucket,' he told her and
pointed under the bed. Maria didn't bother to look.
You don't have to chain me to the bed, Parker.' She was using her sweet voice
again. I promise I won't go anywhere.'
You? Promise?' he mocked. Like you promised to love honour and obey
perhaps?'
Look, I'm sorry it didn't work out between us but I'll always be fond of you,
you know that, don't you?' Maria was trying to keep her voice light and warm but
Parker detected a note of agitation. He decided to push her a little further.
Fond enough to suck my cock?' Parker asked although the words sounded dirty
when directed at Maria.
Maria looked horrified and didn't answer for a while.
You know we're not like that.' She tried to smile but her mouth looked tight
and jittery and her dry lips seemed to stick to her teeth.
Just get into bed,' he said and Maria was quick to climb under the covers,
pulling the sheet right up to her neck.
Are you going to sleep beside me?' Maria asked innocently.
Would you like that?' he said. As if he was really stupid enough to give her the
chance of bashing him over the head with her piss bucket during the night?
Yes please,' she cooed.
Liar,' Parker snapped back and walked out of the door.




CHAPTER 5

Parker slept like a lamb. In fact he didn't think he'd ever slept better in his
entire life and he woke to a noisy dawn chorus and last nights threatened storm
battering at the windows. As he pulled back the curtains and looked down on the
rain soaked pig sty he almost wished he'd left April out in the pen for the night
instead of tucked up in her cosy sty.
He could here Maria moving around in the next room and hoping to catch her
squatting over the metal bucket he crept to her door and quickly swung it open.
He had caught her mid flow and as her pee splashed noisily into the empty
container he delighted in her look of acute embarrassment as she squat over the
metal bucket with her nightdress pulled up around her waist. There was something
deeply pleasing about the sight and Parker was disappointed when she finished and
made her way back to the bed.
Parker could tell that she was just bursting to bawl him out but collared and
chained was not a good position to argue from so she remained angrily silent as she
crawled petulantly back under the covers.
I'll bring you breakfast in a moment,' he called cheerily as he headed down to
the kitchen. It was nice to have company again, he had been alone in the massive
farmhouse for too long now and it was especially nice to have Maria's company
now that she was back where she belonged.
He had boiled up a pan full of liver, potatoes and barley last night and left it to
cool. Now all he had to do was feed it through the liquidiser before offering the
bucketful of healthy, filling muck to Maria. He was just dying to see exactly where
her loyalties really did lie and find out if she really did love the fat lesbian cow.
When she saw him approach with the bucket he watched her face turn green.
She had always been a fussy eater and had never quite got used to eating the
animals they fattened up. She had a soft spot for them which, as a farmer's wife,
was not considered cute but Parker humoured her.
You have a choice my darling. Either you eat this or I'll feed it to Cynthia.'
Maria looked into the five gallon bucket and turned up her nose.
That's not fair,' she whined. You know how fussy I am with food.'
Are you going to eat it or not?' Parker watched her anguish all the time hoping
that she wouldn't choose to lesson her lovers suffering that would mean she cared
for her. Parker didn't think he could take that.
Maria looked more beautiful than ever this morning, lying there with her raven
hair dishevelled, ruby red lips downcast and those big dark eyes dewy and troubled.
She was hard to resist.
NO!' she finally shouted.
Are you quite sure about that,' he taunted. So what's it to be then eggs or
five gallons of cold liquidised liver, potato and barley?' Parker watched her retch at
the thought.
You know I can't eat that,' she continued to moan like a spoilt child.
Shall I give it to Cynthia then?' Parker asked again, just dying to hear her
denounce the fat cow.
Maria looked away.
I need an answer or I'll assume you want it. Shall I give it to Cynthia or not?'
he repeated.
Yes,' she whispered and had the decency to blush and turn her face away from
him as she spoke.
Very well,' Parker smiled. He was pretty sure what her reaction would be but
he was still relieved when he finally managed to get her to say yes, but she needn't
think she'd got away with it that easily. He meant to force her to watch as Cynthia
enjoyed the breakfast that she had so quickly refused so he tied her hands behind
her back and unlocked the chain from the bedpost and pulled her downstairs and
towards the barn.
She had fallen strangely silent as she picked her way, barefoot across the
concrete yard behind him, the light autumn breeze playing with her nightgown and
revealing an appealing length of pale thigh.
Parker still found her beauty breathtaking. He had loved her from the first
moment he'd set eyes on her and had always desperately longed to make love to her
but she always seemed to have an excuse and Parker's hopes that Maria would be
the one to cure his problem' were quickly dashed yet he'd been prepared to simply
share his life with her. Happy to content himself with the odd kiss and cuddle she
allowed him but she'd returned his devotion with betrayal. It was an ugly trait in
one so beautiful a very ugly trait indeed.
Parker noticed Maria's little button nose turn up at the stench inside the barn.
Your lover's messed up her stall again,' Parker quipped, shaking his head and
Maria looked suddenly scared and skittish like a horse about to bolt. He wrapped
the chain around his fist just in case.
When Parker looked over the wooden partition he noticed that Cynthia's mess
was now confined to a small area rather than spread everywhere. It appeared that
the cow, despite her awful disability, was becoming house trained.
Parker pulled Maria into the stall and attached her chain to the wall, watching as
the two of them caught sight of each other for the first time.
Cynthia seemed upset to see Maria but she also appeared to register relief that
Maria was unharmed. Maria, on the other hand, seemed distinctly less enthusiastic
to retain eye contact with her lover and was soon staring at the floor nervously.
Parker almost felt sorry for her. She looked so incongruously out of place amongst
the filth of the barn as she held her neatly pressed nightdress off the floor and
stoically avoided Cynthia's gaze.
Cynthia had been crouching against the wall when they arrived. She was now
standing, in the only way she now could, on all fours, her perpetually shocked
expression masking most, but not all, of her true feelings.
Breakfast is served,' he said. We just have to decide who is going to eat it.'
Maria shot Parker an angry glare.
Would you like me to feed this disgusting swill to Maria?' he asked Cynthia
and, without a moment's hesitation she shook her head vigorously.
Such a pity your devotion is not being reciprocated.' Parker laughed and
delighted in the horrified expression on his wife's face as he force fed her lover the
entire bucketful of foul smelling swill.
Maria began to sob as Cynthia farted and belched and moaned as the calorie rich
mixture swelled her stomach.
You're an evil perverted bastard.' Maria eventually managed to find her voice
in a belated lame act of support for her poor tortured lover.
Perhaps you'd like to swap places with her then?' Parker suggested and Maria
visibly shrank away and quickly shut up.
Don't you think you owe Cynthia an explanation?' he chided Maria. She
doesn't know of your change of heart yet, does she?' Parker is rewarded as Cynthia
looks to Maria for support only to find Maria still desperately avoiding her gaze.
Too scared to side with the cow in case she ends up alongside her.
She never could be relied upon I should know.' Parker was speaking to
Cynthia now as he pushed her to the floor, spreading her legs wide so that Maria got
an uninterrupted view of her moist sex. She's fickle and shallow and selfish but we
forgive her for her beauty, don't we?' He toyed with her for a while, stroking her
fleshy sex lips, delving his finger into her hole, teasing her clit out of hiding and
massaging it until Cynthia's fat thighs began to tremble. Perhaps we should both
forget her and concentrate on our own love instead,' Parker taunted.
Maria had become strangely silent.
Parker carried on exploring her tethered lover's body. He was warming to the
task now. He'd never touched a woman so intimately before. Maria had always
turned away and now he was enjoying the reactions his gentle touch evoked in the
tortured bitch. He'd been cruel, heartless and unbelievably vicious to her but now
she was quivering and juicing up for him maybe she really did like a portion of
cock now and again? He pushed his finger deeper into her hole pushed hard and
withdrew then he thrust in two fingers and then three and all the time his thumb was
niggling at her clitoris, slowly circling the hard little nub. Edging closer and closer,
moving faster and faster until Cynthia began to moan. She moaned and her whole
damn body stiffened. Parker was mesmerized by the magic his fingers had created.
He had only done it to rattle Maria but he suddenly found himself turned on by the
power he was able to elicit from his finger tips and now he was desperate to fuck
the fat bitch. His cock was rigid and itching to plunge into her hot hole.
He struggled out of his overalls so eager to fuck her that he was shaking and
fumbling with the buttons but when he finally stood naked over her he heard Maria
gasp.
Parker turned and followed her gaze to his crotch and realised that she had never
seen him aroused before. He wondered what she might be thinking now that the
flaccid pink lump she had done her best to ignore. The thing she had shied away
from and refused to touch had now become a rampant predator in search of juicy
cunt that wasn't hers. Was she jealous perhaps? How must it feel to watch her
impotent husband forcing his hard cock into her girlfriend's tight little hole?
Parker smiled and climbed between the cow's legs, resting his cock at her
entrance as he stopped to suckle on her huge breasts, pulling her nipple in between
his teeth and nibbling at it and conveying his pleasure with a long low moan. He
was putting on a show now, exhibiting his considerable sexual prowess with pride.
I bet you wish you'd never left me now,' Parker grunted between thrusts. This
could have been all yours.'
The cow was panting now, her nostrils flaring, her breathing rapidand he'd
done this to her with a skill he didn't even know he possessed he was a genius, a
fucking natural. He thrust harder, ground into her pubic bone and she moaned and
shuddered and her cunt muscles seemed to drag him deeper and then tears welled in
her eyes and rolled down the sides of her face and into her fucked up hair. Parker
came. His cock exploded inside her and he carried on pumping her until his dick
was dry before clambering back to his feet.
His legs felt weak and his heart was still pumping so fast that he could see it
through his chest as he buttoned up his overalls and then his eyes met Maria's
again. She wasn't sobbing now. Her cheeks ashen, her lips drained of all colour and
her eyes wide, almost comically saucer like wide, her pupils huge and black.
I've got it, Parker grinned to himself. Whatever it is, I've damned well got it.
Would you make as good a lover as this fat cow?' He stepped towards his wife,
proud of his efforts. She backed away hugging her nightdress closer to her body, her
legs held tightly together. Even her toes seemed to have set up a defensive block
against his advance as she stood one foot atop of the other in the corner of the dark,
dirty stall. Could you satisfy me as well as your lover can?' he taunted.
Maria looked shocked. She had obviously been expecting him to attack her but
he had no intention of doing that. He couldn't do that to Maria.
Have no fear sweet Maria. I am a loyal lover. I wouldn't cheat on the cow for
another not even for you.' But he had to hurt her a little. She had betrayed him
and she had to be punished for that.
Your sick,' she spat at him.
Cynthia had struggled onto all fours now and was mooing at him and straining
at her collar to reach him. He turned and saw hate in her still damp eyes and didn't
quite get it. She'd just had an orgasm whilst his cock was shoved up her slit and
now she professed hatred again?
Fucking women!' He shook his head and turned back to Maria
Your lover's going to have my baby,' he taunted. I'm gonna fill this cow shed
with a whole herd of Cynthia's calves. I'm gonna grow my own milking herd.' He
grabbed hold of the chain hanging from Maria's collar and pulled her back out of
the stall and up to the farmhouse but she had become surprisingly docile since
witnessing his stallion like performance with Cynthia. She had learnt a valuable
lesson today.
Let's get you settled back in your nice warm bed,' he said but still she
remained silent. He had struck a raw nerve somewhere but he was unsure whether
she was feeling guilty for allowing Cynthia to suffer or if she felt some small
soupcon of jealousy that he had managed to get hard for her fat girlfriend when he
never had for her. What a wicked little conundrum he'd created for her.
Parker watched as Maria climbed under the covers, curl into a tight, defensive
ball and buried her head. He considered making her get out again. He was eager to
know what had so successfully silenced her tongue but he couldn't bring himself to
upset her any more so he left her to her thoughts and looked in on April instead.
Parker was feeling particularly virile this morning and had a hankering for more
sex. He'd been neglecting April lately and that clearly wasn't fair. He also had a
little work he wanted to do on her udders.
I've got a very special treat for you,' he said as he ventured into the pig pen.
Parker noticed that April had gathered up all the scattered straw into one corner and
managed to make quite a cosy little bed.
She had at first looked pleased to see him but she seemed less eager once he
produced his magic syringe but she was inert before she had a chance to object and
Parker turned her onto her back so that he could access her beautiful teats.
He removed the weights and toyed with her nipples for a while. He was
disappointed with the amount of stretch the weights had created but Parker had
found the answer to that little problem.
It was a picture he'd seen on the cover of an old National Geographic magazine
which had first given him the idea. Those delightfully resourceful women with
impossibly long necks had been the inspiration for his very latest, hot off the press,
proto type nipple stretcher. It was really nothing more technical than a short length
of hard plastic pipe but it would do the job and that was all that mattered to Parker
right now.
He removed her nipple rings and threaded a hook through her piercing instead.
He then pushed the tube over the hook and pulled until the tip of her nipple popped
out through the other end of the thin tube before replacing her nipple rings. This
prevented her nipple from shrinking back again. He repeated the procedure on her
left nipple and was happy with the result. The tubes stood erect from her breasts and
the tip of her brown nipple resembled the nose of an inquisitive mouse as it peeked
out through the tube end. She would find the first few days a little painful but her
accommodating nipples would soon stretch and she would then become more
comfortable. Parker could hardly wait but in the mean time he sank his head down
to her breast and suckled on the ringed tip.
Now that Parker had finally used the pig's mouth he was eager to extend his
breeding programme and although it had never been his plan to begin with he now
saw, not only a new source of income but a constant supply of wet nurses to satisfy
his own needs and with this in mind he pulled April's limp body towards him and
fished out his cock.
She was powerless to resist his advances as he used his large hands to pick her
up and lower her onto his jutting dick, pumping her up and down, watching her
breasts wobble and jiggle so close to his face and her arms flap about like a string
less puppet as he used her inert body and filled her with his seed. What a delight her
elongated nipples would be.
Parker left her slumped in the corner whilst he mucked out her sty. This girl had
also chosen a small corner as her toilet. Parker was impressed and he gave her more
straw and hosed down her muddy yard as an extra special treat.
April was beginning to recover movement again now so he climbed over the
wall and away from her flaying arms.
You fucking bastard. You evil, perverted bastard,' she spat.
You should be grateful that I left your tongue free,' he scolded.
You've already scarred my fucking ass, you fucking weirdo and now you're
ruining my nipples.' She looked down at the erect tubes and screamed as if the sight
of her beautifully deformed nipples scared her. Parker couldn't help but laugh.
Why?' she sobbed. Why are you doing this to me?'
I think you know why,' Parker answered.
I'm sorry if I hurt your fucking feelings. I'm sorry, right. You didn't have to do
all this. I would have sucked your cock. Just let me go and I'll show you.'
Parker laughed.
You think I'd trust the word of a slut like you?'
You can trust me. I promise you can trust me, Parker.' She was pleading with
him now but he knew her too well.
You don't understand,' he snapped back. I like you just the way you are.'
You fucking pervert,' she hissed and scuttled away to the corner of her sty, all
pretence of her earlier promises now gone.
I'll fasten that wicked tongue of yours back to your nose if you don't behave
and maybe even a brand for your left ass cheek too if you don't buck up your ideas.'
Parker was a little disappointed with this backward step in her education. She
was still stubbornly clinging on to her human spirit even though he had reduced to
her to nothing more than the dirty little pig she really was. Did she really think she
had a choice?
What are you going to do with me?' So, she had finally dared to ask that all
important question but she seemed calmer now, more resigned to her position so
Parker decided it was time to deliver a large slice of carrot.
I'm going to teach you a lesson and you'll stay here until you've learnt it.'
Learnt what?'
Learnt to obey me.'
Then will you let me go?' Her voice was quiet and mouse like. Nothing like the
arrogant, forthright bitch he had captured.
Only if you can learn total obedience,' he told her. He was beginning to warm
to his subject now. And only when your nipples are a good three inches long and
hang from your tits like spaniel's ears.'
April's face registered disgust but she managed to swallow her emotions but
this only spurred Parker on And not until those tits have produced milk for me to
suckle on,' he added for good measure. Well, hope had to be mingled with a portion
of fear, didn't it?
Parker wondered if the stupid bitch realised that he could never let her go. This
was her life from now until eternity and the sooner she knuckled down to it the
happier she would be but he didn't share these thoughts with her. It would have
been cruel to dash her hopes so soon.
He checked her chain was secure this time before leaving her to mull over her
limited options.
***
Maria was still curled in her tight foetal position when Parker returned to the
warmth of his cosy bedroom but he had prepared her a meal and wanted to watch
her enjoy it.
Wake up darling,' he cooed but she didn't move. WAKE UP YOU FUCKING
CHEATING WHORE,' he yelled and kicked at the bed.
This time she surfaced quickly, her eyes red from crying and her cheek creased
from sleep and he suddenly felt bad for having shouted at her. She looked so
beautiful and so vulnerable lying there chained to his bed. The rusty metal collar
complimenting her virgin like appearance rather than detracting from it
What's wrong babe?' Maria quickly recovered her senses but Parker couldn't
risk being lured into her sugared web again. It was fear he saw in her eyes not
concern for him or her dyke girlfriend. She had no conscience, she was just
grateful it wasn't her ass down there in the cow shed but he bided his time and
handed her the tray. It was hard for him to admit that Maria had flaws.
Eat up,' he said as cheerily as he could manage but he didn't have the stomach
to watch her eat after all and returned to the kitchen to eat his lunch alone at the
table.




CHAPTER 6

It had occurred to Parker that the cow might already be carrying his child so he
locked up the barn, left April locked inside her sty and Maria wallowing in her own
self imposed misery in the comfort of his bed and went into town.
He avoided the bustling town centre and opted instead to shop at a small
chemist in the suburbs somewhere no one knew him but the girl behind the
counter latched onto him as soon as he walked through the door.
How can I help you sir?' she smiled and her carefully made up face nearly
cracked under the pressure. Why did women have to plaster their faces with all that
muck, Parker thought and he must have stared at her for a tad too long because her
smile faded and she backed off slightly.
A pregnancy test kit,' he said. Do you have one no wait, make that two,' he
stuttered and dropped his wallet onto the floor.
She tutted and laughed at his clumsiness.
Parker felt his heart beat quicken and a weird buzz start up in his head. She was
really beginning to annoy him now but he jammed his hands in his pockets and
made himself stand still whilst she plucked the little pink boxes off the shelf and
rang the price into her till.
Parker handed over the money and as he did he checked out her name tag. Miss
Tracy Atkins should mind her P's and Q's he thought but for now his mind was on
the cow and her potential calf.
***
Pee on this,' he said and Cynthia stared at him with undiluted disgust. Pee on
this or else.' He produced the cattle prod and almost immediately a stream of hot
urine flooded from between her filthy legs. Parker let the stick get a good soaking
before heading back up to the house and into the bedroom. He wanted Maria to be
the first to hear the good news.
Maria looked as if she'd been crying but he had little time for her histrionics
right now. He placed the pee stick in the centre of the bed and sat down to wait.
Maria's eyes found his, her expression one of puzzlement and he smiled at her.
Just checking to see if the cow's in calf.'
She turned away in disgust but remained silent. Parker wasn't sure he liked this
new mute version of his wife.
Well riddle me re, It looks as if I'm gonna be a daddy.'
Maria was staring at him in abject horror now.
I'm afraid this means there's going to have to be a few changes made around
here. I want the mother of my baby to have your room so you'll have to move into
hers in the barn,' he joked but Maria didn't seem to see the funny side.
What do you mean?' she snapped, her expression one of mild panic. You can't
send me down to that barn?' her voice had risen several octaves as hysteria seemed
to replace her earlier panic.
Oh, but I can - especially as you've been so damned un-cooperative.'
I'm sorry, Parker. Iadidn't mean to upset you it's just this collar. It hurts,'
she whined and it upsets me that you don't trust me. I'll do anything you want, I
promise but please don't make me go to that horrible barn.'
You seem perfectly happy to allow your lover to stay there,' Parker said.
Maria's pale cheeks reddened and her long eyelashes hooded her guilty eyes.
Do you love her?' he demanded. Because if you did you would surely want to
lessen her painwouldn't you? You would gladly offer to swap places with the one
you lovewouldn't you?'
Maria's previous rosy cheeks were now ashen.
Do you love her?' Parker probed. Do you?'
No,' Maria whispered.
Parker smiled as he smoothed her blanket and tucked in the sheet. Things were
really beginning to go his way now.
***

Parker took the positive pregnancy test back down to the barn. He couldn't wait
to tell Cynthia what he'd done to her.
Look,' he said, pushing the pee stick under her nose. You should lie down and
take a rest. After all, you're eating for two now.'
Cynthia seemed to freeze; her usual ruddy face had drained of all colour and she
collapsed in a heap on the wet floor and began bawling as if she were in pain. The
noise was awful. Parker couldn't bear to listen to the horrible sounds.
Shut up,' he ordered but she just kept on wailing.
SHUT UP,' he shouted but nothing seemed to have any effect on her so Parker
stuck a hand between her legs, shoved two fingers into her moist hole and delved
around a little and when he pulled them out his fingers were glistening with the
cow's juices.
You want me, don't you?'
Cynthia shook her head vigorously and let out an amplified grunt of denial but
Parker just knew she was lying now. She couldn't hide the evidence of her own
body.
He wouldn't use the cattle prod on her now but he had to shut her up somehow
so he said Shut up and I'll remove the plug from your ass.'
She became quieter almost immediately but it took her a good five minutes to
completely control the racking sobs, by which time Parker had managed to squash
the springy end of the plug together and gently wheedle it out of her stretched hole.
She whimpered and flinched a bit but he eventually managed to extricate her tail
without inflicting any further damage and once he had cleaned her up he couldn't
help but stare at her new baboon like asshole.
She was sobbing again although quietly this time. He couldn't abide tears,
especially from that fat bitch. He much preferred her to be yelling at him. That way
he knew exactly where he stood. When she was like this he didn't know what the
fuck to do but it seemed his cock did so he spread her legs and pushed his dick into
her juicy cunt and she bawled even louder so he stuffed her harder and kept on
pummelling into her until he had well and truly battered the bitch into submission.
When he left her she had stopped crying.
***
Maria was sitting up in bed. She seemed more cheerful, more accepting of her
position. Parker smiled and she returned it. Her face lit up. Parker couldn't
remember the last time he had seen her smile and it tugged at his heart strings.
Hi babe,' she said, patting the bed beside her, inviting him to sit.
Parker almost felt transported back to happier days but for the chain hanging
from her collar attaching her to their marital bed. Poor Maria's wedding band had
turned into a rusty metal collar but Parker kind of liked it. It made him hard and
hard was powerful.
He sat but he was wary hopeful but still wary.
I'm sorry Parker. I treated you badly, didn't I?'
Parker felt tears sting his eyes. He stood up and walked to the window.
Itit's ok. You're home now,' he stuttered.
So, now we're alright you don't need to keep Cynthia here anymore, do you?'
Parker wheeled around. You do care for her,' he said, his voice sharp with
accusation.
No Parker. We just don't need her here with us, do we?'
Parker studied her face. He wanted to believe her, he really did but when he
thought about it rationally this was all too sudden.
I don't want to get rid of her,' he said and he meant it. He enjoyed having her
and April. He enjoyed the sense of power their presence gave him and he wouldn't
let them go not even for Maria.
I've something to show you,' he told her as he unlocked her chain from the bed
and encouraged her to follow him. She was reluctant but he pulled her with him. He
was in control now not her.
As they approached the old pig sty Maria looked at him questioningly but he
just smiled, clambered over the wall and crawled in through the little door to
unfasten April's chain from the wall.
Here little piggy,' he called and April immediately crawled out through the
door towards him but she stopped the minute she caught sight of Maria standing on
the other side of the wall. The stupid pig seemed embarrassed by her state and her
dirty face reddened as the two stared silently at each other.
Parker turned to catch Maria's face register both shock and then horror and her
hands reached up to cover her gaping mouth before she turned and took off across
the yard towards the road, screaming and yelling like a banshee.
Damn,' Parker cursed as he clambered back over the wall and sprinted after
her.
Maria was lithe and leggy and even bare foot and dragging the chain she was
managing to out run Parker. Parker, on the other hand, wasn't built for running. His
large bulk was ungainly and uncoordinated in anything other than a slow amble but
fear of Maria escaping spurred him on as he loped across the paddock after her.
***
April seemed frozen to the spot. Stunned to see his wife standing over her
looking so demure and unharmed, for an awful moment she feared that the two of
them were working together but then she'd caught sight of the rusty collar clamped
around her neck and a thousand words seemed to pass unspoken between them
before she finally turned and ran off screaming. Suddenly April realised that this
might be her one and only chance of escape. She couldn't afford to blow it now but
even though he had left her unchained she was still seriously disabled.
She dragged herself up the wall using shear will power more than skill or
strength, balancing on her useless feet until she managed to hold herself upright
with her bound hands flung over the curved top to support her and then she looked
outside her prison for the first time since her capture. She could see Parker
lumbering after the girl in the nightdress. He was slow whilst she was leaping
through the long grass but then she tripped and he began to gain on her. April began
to panic.
She tried swinging one leg up over the top of the wall but it wouldn't reach so
she scrabbled frantically, scraping her knees against the rough bricks and hauling
her weight, inch by excruciating inch, until she somehow managed to edge her body
onto the top of the wide topped wall, yelping in pain as the tubes attached to her
nipples scraped over the bricks but adrenalin quickly kicked in and killed the pain
as she fell to the floor on the other side.
She was free but for how long? She had no chance of outrunning him with her
disabled feet and knew she wouldn't get far on her hands and knees but she couldn't
give up now. There had to be a way.
April's terrified eyes darted all around her. Her heart told her to put as much
distance as possible between her and the fucking pervert but her head said no and
even though the prospect scared her to death she knew that her only chance would
be to hide and hope to evade him long enough to formulate a plan. She looked
around, searching for somewhere anywhere to squirrel herself away from the
pervert but apart from the house which stood some fifty feet away and over open
ground, there was only the barn and a small copse on the far side of the nearest
field. April scrabbled across the yard towards the field, ignoring the pain in her
bloodied knees but when she realised she was making a trail of her own blood she
lifted her knees off the ground and struggled along on her hobbled feet and hands,
glancing behind her every time she heard a noise, expecting to see Parker looming
over her with that sick smile cracking his evil face. Each difficult step she took set
the tail he had stuffed into her ass in motion and the ensuing vibrations travelled
straight up the springy metal stirring up confusing feelings of unwanted arousal that
merged with her adrenalin, causing her ragged breath to catch in her dry throat as
the fat plug shifted around inside her ass. The copse never seemed to get any closer
and with her awkward crawl progress was painfully slow. April quickened her step
and as she did so her renewed surge of energy forced the plug in her ass to pop out,
followed by days of accumulated shit and although April breathed a huge sigh of
relief to finally be free of the pain she quickly began to panic at the mess she had
left behind. When he saw it Parker would instantly know where she was headed.
She had no choice but to head back towards the barn.
April knew that her decision to hide so close was a dangerous one but her only
hope was that Parker would assume she had tried to escape and that as the hours
passed by he would be looking further and further a field rather than under his nose
and at this moment she couldn't afford to think any further than that because hope,
in her situation, was a very fragile emotion and she needed to keep it alive ordie
here.
Her heart felt like a swinging canon ball trapped inside her chest and she
worried that she was making the most awful mistake but to turn and head away
from the barn now would also mean certain failure she had no choice.
The door opened as she pushed and April scrabbled inside, her breathing ragged
and hysteria dangerously close to the surface as she frantically searched for a place
to hide herself away.
To her left was another door. She crawled towards it and pulled herself up to
pop the catch. As the door swung open April gasped and retreated one step. The
room smelt of leather and the large workbench was littered with evil contraptions
from tails like the one he had stuffed in her ass to terrifyingly large dildos and gags,
whilst chains, collars and manacles dripped off every single wall. Thankfully there
was nowhere to hide in this room and April was happy to back away.
She turned and crawled further into the huge building that was lit only by shafts
of sunlight penetrating through holes in the wooden walls and damaged slate roof.
To her right was a stack of dust covered farming equipment but on her left stood a
pile of straw bales, three deep and about ten high. April scurried towards the far
corner and began to crawl up the prickly mountain, digging her disabled hands deep
into the straw bales to provide hand holds which she then used for her feet in her
slow progress up the sheer wall.
If she could only get to the top and somehow burrow into the bales she was sure
she would be relatively safe for the time being.
April struggled, inch by painful inch, up the wall of straw, ever conscious that
her slim window of opportunity was closing with every second that passed. Sweat
dripped from her forehead, stinging her eyes but she kept on going until she finally
managed to haul herself over the ridge to collapse exhausted at the top of the musty,
aromatic stack.
She didn't feel safe, she didn't think she'd ever feel safe again but at least now
she had hope. She was sitting on an area of around six foot by twelve foot of straw
with about three foot of head room above her and a good vantage point with which
to view the whole of the barn.
April crawled to the edge and peered over. A shuffling noise to her left set her
pulse racing again. At first she thought it was a pig housed in the small area at the
end of the barn but the horrifying realisation that it was another poor girl, chained
and maimed as she had been, ate deeper into April's fragile hope.
I should try to rescue her, April thought but knew that in doing so she would put
her own freedom at risk. As she wrestled with her conscience April watched the
pathetic creature shuffle to the limit of her short chain before lifting one dumpy leg
and peeing onto the concrete floor. This poor girl was in an even worse state than
herself. The bastard had fitted some sort of funnel into her widely stretched mouth
and her legs had been bent double and secured in leather cuffs with awful cow like
hooves attached to her knees which she struggled to totter about on.
April's eyes were drawn to the scab encrusted scar on her large ass. It plainly
said COW and looked so uglyand so permanent that it sent an icy shiver down
April's spine knowing that her own ass bore a similar mark one she would carry
to her grave; one that, if she ever managed to escape this god forsaken place
would serve as a permanent reminder of her pain and suffering at Parker
Thompson's evil hands. April could hardly imagine a normal life again. She tried to
see herself standing in her own bedroom, amongst her beautiful clothes but could
only see herself on hands and knees, looking up at her own pink duvet so instead
she tried to place herself at work, behind the bar but she was naked and the brand on
her ass was in full view of the wall of laughing, pointing customers and she realised
that her life would never be the same again. She would never be able to trust anyone
again and knew that she would never have the courage to bare her branded ass to
another living soul for as long as she lived and her hatred of Parker welled into a
hard ball in her heart. She had to escape and bring the bastard to justice. She
wouldn't rest until he was rotting in hell.
April remained flat on her stomach even though her stretched nipples, poking
out of the tube ends were painfully crushed beneath her but she couldn't risk this
poor wretch seeing her. She couldn't be responsible for another person. She had to
look after herself but neither could she tear her eyes away from the fat girl who was
now curling up on the hard floor to sleep.
April shrank back and began to burrow into the bales to make a hole to hide in.
If necessary she could pull the loose straw on top of herself and hopefully remain
hidden should Parker climb up to check the top of the pile.
A few moments later she heard the hysterical sobs of the woman who had tried
to escape but she had no time for compassion. That woman had no nose ring and
probably no brand on her ass either. She had been dressed in a pristine nightdress,
her black hair shiny, clean and well brushed. Her only hardship appeared to be the
collar around her neck and April would have willingly swapped her own hell for
that small discomfort.
Then she heard Parker's manic shouts.
Where the fuck is the bitch? This is all your fault,' he yelled and the girl
sobbed louder. Why couldn't you just be satisfied with me? Why did you have to
go sniffing after that fat bitch?'
It suddenly became clear what these other two poor souls had done to deserve
the wrath of the fucking pervert. The dark haired one was the wife he had talked
about and it appeared she preferred a bit of fat pussy to the limp dicked prick.' April
couldn't blame her but Parker wasn't limp dicked any more and it seemed he
intended to wield his fucking erection like a weapon to punish all those who had
wronged him in the past and the poor girl chained at the end of the barn was the
lesbian who had stolen his wife away.
April may have psychoanalysed him but it didn't make her any more
comfortable. She still had a mammoth escape to pull off. She shrank back into the
hole she had dug and covered herself with the loose straw as she listened to Parker
racing about below.
He was obviously in a panic and it seemed this panic had robbed him of his
usual vigilance. Their voices faded off into the distance again as Parker dragged his
wife around in search of April.
April breathed a preliminary sigh of relief. She knew it wasn't over yet but she
had at least won the first round and that, she felt, gave her a slight advantage.
Darkness fell on the barn but Parker didn't rest. April could still hear him
cursing. Sometimes close up, sometimes in the distance but way into the night he
kept up his search for her. April just prayed he would give up and sleep. Surely he
would have to sleep soon.
***
Parker had had it all but now it was all going wrong. He had been in control for
the first time in his life but now he didn't know what to do.
He had been so relieved when he'd finally caught up with Maria and as he'd
wrestled her to the ground he'd hit her slapped her clean across the face twice.
He'd never done that before and he felt bad but she'd asked for it. Why did she have
to try and escape? He'd been so scared of Maria escaping that he'd forgotten about
the pig and now the fucking pig was gone and he couldn't understand it. How could
she have gotten away so quick?
Fucking Maria,' he cursed and he was itching to hit her again. She's brought
this on herself, he reasoned as he marched back up to the house. It's all her fault and
she's going to feel the full force of my hand on her ass when this is over.
Fucking April,' he seethed and then turned back towards the pig sty, peering
into the darkness in the hope that she might still be there but her cosy little home
was empty. I've gotta find the bitch.' This time he took off towards the two acre
field that edged the small copse. At the far side of the yard he found her shit
covered tail surrounded by the pig's mess and he broke into an ungainly lope with
renewed hope but there was no sign that anyone had crawled into the thick
undergrowth recently and after two hours of bashing at the brambles he was forced
to give up.
Fucking Maria,' he cursed again and headed back for the house. She's ruined
everything'.
It was all going wrong and all he really wanted to do was curl up on his mother's
lap and suckle on her warm, soft breast. Tears stung at his eyes. He had no one. No
one to stroke his brow. No one to cuddle up to. No warm milk to suckle from her
round, plump bosom. No soft flesh to dig his fingers into. He was alone in the
world. Not even Maria wanted to be with him anymore.
Mummy,' he whispered into the darkness and as he did the spectre of his father
appeared in his mind. Stop your snivelling boy and pull down your pants. Boys
don't cry but I'll give you something to cry about.'
Parker shook the image from his head and headed for the barn. The cow was in
calf. She'd have some milk for him.
Cynthia was curled up on the floor when he crashed into her stall but she tried to
scuttle away as he approached. Why couldn't somebody just love him for himself?
I'm not going to hurt you,' he cooed and knelt down beside her. I'm just going
to suck on your teat.' He took one heavy breast in between both of his hands and
guided her fat nipple into his mouth but she had no milk.
Parker suckled anyway. Her large puckered nipples offered some comfort in his
distressed state so he buried his head in her ample breast and tried to block out the
world and all the trouble he was in but Cynthia began to struggle. She was
wriggling and writhing in her attempt to extricate her nipple from his mouth and
this hurt all the more. This last bastion of comfort was now being denied him. He
thought of April and her long fat teats. They would be almost ready to fill his mouth
by now but the bitch had run off, denying him yet again.
Fucking pig,' he cursed and headed off into the night to search again.
This time he went as far as the road and circled the whole property looking for
signs but still he found nothing.
Parker longed to curl up in bed and forget this awful day. Maybe if he did
maybe if he climbed in beside Maria and held her close he would wake up in the
morning and everything would be right again. He headed for the house.
Maria wasn't in bed. She was standing beside it rattling at the bed post, trying
desperately to free the chain. Parker was incensed.
You lied. You said you wanted to stay,' he shouted.
No I didn't. You just heard what you wanted. Why would I want to stay with
youyouyou evil'
Parker stepped forward and slapped her face again. She collapsed onto the bed
clutching her reddening cheek.
I hate you,' she cried.
Parker felt her words like a blow to the stomach hard and low and delivered
with the force of train hitting him at full speed.
Don't say that.'
She stopped crying and lifted her face out of her hands to look Parker directly in
the face. I hate you,' she repeated with venom dripping from every word.
Parker cracked and lunged at her but stopped as she screamed and covered her
face with her hands. He couldn't hurt Maria. To hurt her would mean that his whole
life was fucked up. It would mean that all this was a waste of time and he couldn't
let that happen. Parker stormed out of the bedroom.




CHAPTER 7

April had spent two days stuck on top of the straw bales. Her hopes of escape
had been scuppered by Parker's renewed vigilance and he now kept the barn door
firmly locked when he wasn't feeding or fucking the fat lesbian.
April found the whole thing appalling but morbid curiosity forced her to the
edge of the straw each time, to watch as he pummelled her with his cock but even
worse than that was watching him feed the poor girl through the funnel stuck in her
mouth. Three times a day he appeared with a gallon bucket full of steaming,
liquidised food to pour into the funnel and she seemed to grow bigger every day.
April knew that she had to seriously rethink her escape plan before she died of
starvation. She had been managing to drink rain water as it dripped through a hole
in the roof above her but had eaten nothing for two full days now and even the
lesbian's meals were beginning to look appetising.
April had been staring at a sharp pronged, pitch fork which had been left leaning
against the wall on the floor beneath her for nigh on four hours now. She knew it
could help in her escape bid but her fuddled mind couldn't work out quite how. She
knew it would be impossible for her to rush him, hobbled as she was and neither
could she see anywhere that she could hide and jump out at him so she just kept on
staring at the long handled fork until it finally dawned on her how she could use it.
April waited until nightfall and well over an hour after Parker had locked up for
the last time and knew that she now had a good ten hours to put her plan into action
and she'd need every second of it.
She lowered herself down the haystack, falling the last few feet in her rush but
was no longer worried if the lesbian heard her because she planned to speak to her
and tell her it was going to be alright soon.
The girl had heard the commotion and was standing, her eyes wide with fear as
April peered through the wooden slatted gate to her pen.
It's ok,' she whispered. I'm going to help you but I can't explain now,' she
gushed, adrenalin fizzing through her veins like a powerful stimulant.
The girl made strange grunting sounds which April took for encouragement so
she flew into action, as fast as her hobbled hands and feet would allow, towards the
long spiked fork.
Sitting with her back against the barn wall April was able to edge herself up
onto her hobbled feet and from this position she grabbed the fork between both of
her gloved hands and aimed it like a javelin towards the top of the haystack before
hurling it forwards with every ounce of effort she could muster.
It was a pathetic throw. The handle hit the hay and the fork clattered back to the
floor again. But April couldn't afford self pity and slid to her hands and knees to
retrieve it before hauling herself back up into a standing position and lobbing the
fork again. This time the prongs stuck into the hay about half way up. April crawled
over to the haystack and edged herself back into a standing position to yank it back
out again. She then threw it back to her throwing position before crawling towards
it to make a third attempt. The girl was still grunting and April took this as
encouragement and got into position for the next throw, pulling her arms right back
and aiming as accurately as the darkness and her disability would allow before
launching it.
April closed her eyes waiting for the clatter which would signal another failure
but this time the barn remained silent. Even the girl had stopped grunting. April
opened her eyes and stared up into the gloom. She couldn't see the fork. It wasn't
on the floor nor was it stuck in the haystack. She must have done it.
April allowed herself a moment of satisfaction before crawling across the barn
to begin her precarious climb back up to the top of the stack with the lesbian still
grunting her encouragement from below. April's head was buzzing.
As she poked her head over the last bale, thankful that she would at last be able
to rest, she looked around for the pitch fork but couldn't see it. She scrabbled up
over the edge and frantically searched through the loose hay but it wasn't there. In
desperation she peered over the far edge and spotted it on the ground, glinting in the
moon light. It had gone clear over the haystack and landed on the floor the other
side. April felt tears well in her eyes and a sob catch in her throat but she didn't
have the time to be despondent and at least this proved that her task was possible.
So she clambered back down the stack and crawled round to the other side to
retrieve the fork.
Once back in her original throwing position April lobbed the fork again. This
time she watched its trajectory, holding her breath as it disappeared over the top of
the bales and she waited to hear it come clattering back down the other side but it
didn't. Only this time she crawled around the stack just to be sure she didn't have
the energy for another wasted climb but the fork wasn't there and with a weird
sense of mounting excitement April hauled herself back up to the top of the stack
again.
The fork was lying precariously close to the edge and April held her breath as
she edged towards it and pulled it to safety at the centre of the haystack.
She didn't know quite how long she'd been struggling but she was exhausted
and the moon had moved some way across the sky but now April didn't dare fall
asleep for fear of missing her opportunity.
***
April woke with the sun streaming onto her face and for one brief moment she
felt good basking in its warmth but then the sound of the pervert's voice brought her
crashing back to reality and she realised she'd slept through her best opportunity.
She had planned to stab the pitch fork into him as he walked past with the full
bucket of food but now he was already halfway through feeding the lesbian and she
hadn't even gotten herself into position.
April couldn't risk being discovered now so she edged herself, slowly, silently,
inch by painful inch towards the edge of the stack and, leaning on the fork, she
waited for him to finish and head back towards the barn door again.
She'd been keeping watch of his movements through the hole in the roof and
knew that once the lesbian had been fed he would take off across the fields in search
of her again. This time she meant to stop him.
April's heart was pounding in her throat as he shut the gate behind him, picked
up the bucket and headed towards the haystack. From this position she could see
that his curly red hair was thinning on top and that he'd tried to disguise it by
brushing a few straggly hairs over the gap and stuck them down with hair gel and
she found it strange that the evil bastard should be so bothered with his appearance.
He was only inches away from her now and April thought he would hear her
thumping heart pounding against her chest. She was shaking; her blood fizzing
through her veins. She couldn't afford to get this wrong so she waited until he was
directly beneath her before lifting the pitch fork and lunging at him with a blood
curdling scream born in the pit of her belly and fed on hatred until it was powerful
enough to give April super human strength.
April followed after the fork, tumbling through the air still squealing, her
shoulder hitting the floor first with a painful crack and the impact took her breath
away leaving her temporarily stunned and disorientated.
When she sat up April half expected to see Parker looming over her, that evil
grin slashing his ugly face but he was still sprawled out on the floor, the pitch fork
stuck in his back. April screamed and scrabbled away, suddenly revolted by the
horrific sight but at the locked door she was forced to stop and confront what she
had done. April turned around. Parker was still lying motionless on the floor, four
small circles of blood surrounding each embedded tine of the fork on Parkers light
blue T shirt but none of them could have accounted for the large dark pool that was
seeping from beneath his chest. April was frozen to the spot. All she could think
was that he was going to be as mad as hell when he got up and that she would
suffer. She began to whimper as she stared at the lifeless lump of her tormentor.
The lesbian started to grunt and rattle at her chain. She had seen it all happen
and now seemed keen to escape. April crawled back across the barn towards her
pen and giving Parker a wide berth she pushed the bolt across and crawled inside
the stinking enclosure.
The girl was grunting and pointing at the chain fastened to the wall. April
crawled towards it and edged herself to a standing position but couldn't undo the
complicated snap lock with her hobbled hands and had to give up. The lesbian
howled even louder.
I can't undo it,' April whimpered and the girl lunged at her, growling
menacingly through her gagged mouth but thankfully was pulled short by her chain.
April fled her pen unsure what to do next.
Parker was still lying on the floor. He hadn't moved so April dared to take a
closer look. She didn't think he was breathing and the pool of thick blood had
spread even further across the dirt floor, floating pieces of straw and dead ants in its
slow, gruesome wake. April shivered and put a hand on his neck but could feel
nothing through the thick leather glove but his eyes were open and staring right up
at her April backed away from his sightless, accusing glare.
Tears clouded her vision tears of relief that he couldn't hurt her anymore and
tears of anger that he had in the first place but the lesbian was still grunting and
creating a commotion inside her stall and April suddenly felt lost and afraid.
Finally she steeled herself to turn him over in search of the barn door key but
the pitch fork stopped him from rolling onto his back and she was forced to yank it
out of him before she could turn the lifeless lump onto his back whilst he continued
to stare at her as she struggled. April felt a chill pass down her spine as his head
shook back and forth and when he finally relented and slumped onto his back April
saw where the huge quantity of blood was coming from. He had fallen onto the old
bucket, the combined weight of his great bulk and April falling onto him had
squashed it beneath him and the handle had somehow broken loose and embedded
itself into his chest. April shuddered and stifled her desire to flea. She had to find
the key to the door.
The key was sticking out of his pocket and April was forced to lower her face to
his crotch and retrieve it with her teeth.
She crawled towards the door with the key in her mouth and pushed it into the
lock but couldn't turn it so she put a gloved hand either side and twisted her arms.
The lock clicked, the door fell open and April scrabbled out gulping in fresh air as if
she had been suffocating inside the locked barn.
Now free April was unsure what to do next. She couldn't hope to crawl for help.
It could take days before she saw another person. Then she remembered his wife
and headed up to the house in the hope that she would be able to free her and the
poor girl in the barn. He hadn't bound her hands like he had theirs.
The back door was open and the kitchen smelt of bacon. April's stomach
rumbled and she was reminded how hungry she was but there was no time for food
right now. She called out.
Hello. Is anyone there?'
A faint cry and the sound of rattling chains came from upstairs. April climbed
the stairs and headed towards the sound. The bedroom door was closed but April
managed to turn the knob and fell into the room as the door swung open.
His wife was standing beside a large iron bed yanking furiously at the chain
attached to the head post. She'd managed to move the bed to the window but had no
hope of freeing the chain.
Where's Parker?' she gasped. Where is he? I've got to get out of here. Help
me, she demanded.
April was shocked by her selfish, blinkered attitude.
He's dead,' April whispered. I killed him.'
Oh my God. Oh my God,' she squealed and kept on rattling at the chains and
pulling at the hefty collar locked around her neck.
We have to get out of here,' April shouted at the hysterical girl. We have to
get help.'
The girl seemed to calm down a little, her eyes darting around her as if
searching for a clue.
There's a phone. He keeps a phone in the cupboard under the stairs. I've heard
it ring. Call the police. Do it. Do it now,' she screamed.
April headed down to the phone but knew she couldn't call the police. She
couldn't bare the thought of being found in such a state so instead she picked up the
receiver and punched a familiar number into the handset with her tongue.
When Tom answered when she heard his familiar, gravely voice April nearly
broke down but she swallowed her tears and forced herself to stay calm.
I'm in trouble,' she said. I need help.'
April?' Tom questioned.
April had no time to explain.
I'm at Parker Thompson's farm. It's a few miles past the turn off to Middleton
that's all I know. You have to come quick.' April began to sob now. He's a fucking
pervert he's done horrible things to me and the other girls.'
Other girls?' Tom questioned.
Please hurry,' April sobbed into the receiver but even after Tom had promised
he would and hung up April couldn't bring herself to replace the hand set,
preferring to listen to the gentle purr of the dialling tone rather than the hysterical
sobs of Parker's selfish wife so she curled up in the tiny, dark cupboard clutching
the phone to her ear, praying that Tom would find her soon.
***
The sound of tyres on the gravel drive nudged April from her trance like state
and she pricked her ears waiting to hear Tom's voice before daring to reveal herself.
She could hear footsteps in the yard but instead of coming closer they grew quieter
as the unknown person walked away from the house and then, only moments later,
their faster return as this person headed back towards the house at a run.
April!' a familiar voice shouted.
Tom,' April cried out with relief and began to sob uncontrollably. Exhausted
and completely rattled by her terrible ordeal April was only too glad to fall into her
big brother's arms.
Fucking hell,' he said as he peered down at her. What the hell's been
happening here?'
I killed him,' April sobbed. I killed him.'
You?' Tom questioned. You killed Parker Thomson? You stuck him with that
pitch fork?'
April realised that Tom must have found the body. I had to,' she squealed.
Look what he did to us.' April held out her hands but Tom was looking at her
stretched nipples and the thick rings that now pierced her nose and tongue and
clattered against her teeth, distorting her words as she spoke but April kept the
brand on her ass hidden, too ashamed of the permanent scar the evil bastard had left
her with to reveal it, even to her own brother.
Tell me what's been happening here, kid.' He spoke softly and wiped the tears
from her mud streaked cheeks.
He did all this to me because I laughed at his dick in High School,' April wept.
And Cynthia Harwood, he's got her locked in the barn; she's his wife's lesbian
girlfriend.' April pointed her pigified hand towards upstairs. But he hasn't touched
Maria and she's the worst bitch of all. She's so fucking selfish,' April snivelled,
snot pouring from her ringed nose.
And you killed him?' Tom said again in disbelief.
I had to,' April bawled.
You'll go to prison if anyone finds out, honey,' he cooed. Can you imagine
what the other inmates would make of your body and can you imagine the press
when you're paraded through the courts?'
April clasped her arms around her mutilated breasts.
Let me take those off for you,' Tom said, reaching towards her.
April shied away, embarrassed that her brother had to see her this way but she
had no choice and blushed as he unhooked her nipple rings to release the tubes
which had stretched her nipples and when she finally plucked up the courage to
look down at her breasts she found her fat, swollen nipples hanging from her tits
like cows udders and began to sob again.
Tom laughed and April felt a jolt of shock fizz through her like a bolt of
lightening but before she could question his odd reaction Tom had lifted her into his
arms and was carrying her towards the sofa n Parker's sitting room.
You poor little darling,' he soothed and April rested her shaven head against
his strong chest and breathed in the familiar smell of him as if it were nectar. She
was safe now and that was all that mattered.
He placed her on the soft couch and covered her with a plaid blanket, tucking it
in around her bottom.
Fuck me; he's branded your ass!' Tom pulled the blanket back and inspected
her scarred flesh.
Please don't look at it,' April sobbed and Tom reluctantly covered her up
again.
You stay here whilst I rescue the other girls,' he told her before taking off up
the stairs two at a time.

***
Tom's heart was pumping hard as he stared at the dark haired beauty in the
modest, white nightdress. The rusty iron collar encircling her slender, pale skinned
neck only seemed to enhance her innocent beauty and for the first time in his life
Tom felt respect for the fat boy he'd taunted through school. The geek had certainly
kept this penchant for perversion well hidden, he thought.
Help me,' the girl whimpered.
Tom ignored her plea, preferring to gaze at his wide eyed captive instead.
You're a real stunner, aren't you?' he said as he closed in on her and the girl's
fleeting look of hopefulness faded as she backed away from him, stopping only
when the chain attached to her collar became taut but it wasn't far enough to take
her out of his reach and Tom smiled and slipped out of his trousers, letting his stiff
cock speak for itself. Maybe he'd let her goand then again, maybe he wouldn't.
And as for the mutilated cow in the barn and his little bitch of a sisterwell, they'd
make excellent little servants. He was quite sure they would rather wait on him than
languish in some prison cell for the murder of a simple farmer and left at the mercy
of some fat headed dyke.

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