Amber's Pink Barn

A considerably short leash is placed onto my collar, and Amber pulls on it to lead me into her area. She pulls hard, and keeps her hand low, forcing me to bend down as I follow her.

She doesn't speak to me on the way, as if I wasn't worth the words. As if I was but a mere piece of livestock for her to ****. Well, I guess I technically am just some dumb livestock now.

Amber's area is surprisingly bright, with several buildings painted pink, and some surprisingly cute artworks of pigs on the facades.

I am taken into a large pink barn, and my eyes catch the large banner hung above the doors; On it, an anthropomorphic cartoon pig with an apple in her mouth, all tied up in butcher's net, winks at me. The cartoon pig looks happy, despite her body being covered in bruises, bite marks and scars. "Amber's pork bimbos" is written above the pig on the banner.

I am shaking with anticipation. I wanna be a bruised and battered pork bimbo so fucking much, it's embarassing.

Once the doors are open, Amber goes behind me, and then kicks me as hard as she can. I stumble forward into the barn, slipping on the slick mud and falling head first into the soft soil.

Amber laugh cruelly, before adding "I'll let my hogs prepare you for me. I'm not gonna waste my precious time introducing you to your new life here, when I have some pets who are perfectly capable and happy to do it for me. I'll come back to **** you once you've been prepped up." And on that, she closes the wide pink doors.

I slowly get up on my knees, and I start taking in my new home; I assume this will be my new home.

Voices echo around the room, and I see that there are stalls on both walls. Women peek out of the different stalls, and then whisper to each other with a distinct hint of glee. "New girl!" one says excitedly. "And we get to break her in!" another replied.

I don't know how many of Amber's piggies are in here, or what they have planned for me, but I feel like I'm about to find out.