A humbled whore

Marty and the old homeless man led Lara into a maze of old and decaying buildings. They simply reminded Lara of places on a list of community renovation projects.

Gathered round a fire were a dozen other homeless men of varying ages. One who looked around the age of the homeless man she'd come with noticed them and shouted them over.

"Marty! How've you been?"
"Marty? That's Jeff. " a young homeless boy, maybe nineteen or twenty, corrected him. as a looked confused.
"No, the other... Never mind," oh, stone old homeless man Marty had introduced her too was called Jeff.

"Hi!" Lara greeted everyone e and they looked at the. most bizarre thing they'd seen all day. In their lives of trudging, begging, and communal neglect, a pink, plastic piece of porn come to life was... How? Feeling self-conscious, Lara was unable to suppress a snort and when she did, the powerful odours of the men invaded her head and she swooned, feeling like their smells had physical presence and were gripping her right for them to tease and **** her helpless body.

Jeff, with coaching on what to say from Marty, explained that Miss Piggy was a posh bimbo embracing the humble.

The fire became larger and hotter as the men stripped off. Their diety, greasy bodies made the. Seem dark and mysterious to a slightly dizzy Lady Croft.

Each one held her for a time and groped her, taking something off of her until only her platform heels, jewellery, and pig ears remaimed. They missed and locked and bit her soft and clean flesh. Lara smelled their sweat, locking the scent of humility in her rapidly failing brain. Her body became grease-covered while her thighs became drenched in her own fluids.

One of the older men noticed Lara's actions and rested his cock on her face. Rubbing against her instead of pushing into her welcoming mouth, he rubbed the filth of his cock all over her face and she became more entranced by him. Her cute little shorts made them laugh and understand why she was Miss Piggy. They called her that and in doing so further strengthened the name and identity in Lara's mind.

Finally, he came and after a couple ropes landed on Lara's face, he aimed the rest on one of the few clean flat surfaces. He features to it and Lara knew exactly what to do.

"Holy Shit! Miss Piggy is snorting 'is jizz!"

It was thicker, nastier, and much more than the final dregs she'd snorted earlier. Her nose, her brain, were burning. Her body was a cum jar and any hole it could go in was fine. More. She needed more!

She was being too bossy, so they pushed her on her back and stamped down on her fat and needy cunt. Was this it? By embracing the humble... She learned that as a bimbo fuckpig, she needed to always humble herself. She wasn't meant to order things, she was the one to be ordered around. Right?

She squirmed and moaned under each stamping and apologised.

The men all chuckled and Marty grinned in satisfaction.

While she had learned the lesson of the task, she knew that to live up to the lesson, she had to continue to obey and please until they said it was over. And it wasn't over until cum was leaking from her nose, mouth, cunt, and arse, and the sun was rising.