A Stuck Pig

Soon enough, she was given to Woody, her original captor. Cunning, and with an 8 inch cock and dominant demeanor, Carrie feared him. Even now, that she'd be imprisoned for years with these hillbillies, she still feared him.

He put her thick iron collar on a leash, and took her out. With the pregnancies and lack of exercise and fatty food that the men enjoyed, she didn't have any opportunity for exercise. And she'd put on some weight.

"C'mon, piggie," Woody said, pulling her to crawl faster. "Figures by the time you get to me, you're a fucking fatass. C'mon, let's say hi to the pigs. Your friends."

He pulled Carrie unwillingly into the pig pen, and she could feel their snouts sniffing at her. She felt the goosebumps rise on her skin as she tried to crawl away. Woody took a size ten foot, placing it onto the middle of her back and pushing her into the mud. Then, when she was coated in the filth, he pulled her to the other side of the fencing, pushing her face down into the shared trough.

"Beg me," Woody commanded simply. Carrie looked back at him, caked in mud, uncomprehending. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Please, no --" she said, before a sharp slap cracked against her ass.

"Fucking beg," Woody said, fiercely.

"Please ... please fuck me," she said, conquered.

"Beg as a fucking pig," he said, undoing his pants.

"O-o-oink?" she said, pleading for this to be over soon.

"Oh, you can do better than that," he said, as he pushed into her, not her pussy, but her tight, unyielding ass, penetrating her as he head pushed into the trough of old corn cobs.

"Hreeeeee," she squealed.

"That's a good bitch. You're a piggy now. Till I'm done with you, porker."

"Hreeee," she squealed again, in pain and shock. With that established, he started to fuck his prize sow.