The boar was pink and hairy, the kind of pig Jenny imagined when she thought of the word pig. And he was huge, an enormous oval mass of pork and fat. The hillbillies had him penned in a cramped cage constructed of silvery-gray wood. He could do nothing but stand in the pen. He had no room to turn, no room to move forward or backward, no space even to lie down. He snorted malevolently, his snout protruding between the thick wooden slats in front, his curlicue tail quivering between the slats behind.
The old man and his bastard son dragged Jenny to the front of the pen and knocked her down in the dirt. The boar jerked in his cage, glaring out and snorting, his flat snout shivering. Flies buzzed around the wet snout.
"Homer, meet Jenny," the old man said. The pig grunted.
"Say hello to Homer," the old man said, putting his dirty foot on Jenny's ass. "You wouldn't want my prize breeding boar to think you was unneighborly now, would you?"
"Hello," Jenny said, forcing out the syllables in monotone. They were the hardest two syllables she'd ever been forced to mouth, but she knew enough now to play along with whatever these loonies requested. It was a matter now of survival.
Homer's nose dripped. He was breathing like a locomotive.
"Well, well," said the old man. "I think Homer is taking a shine to you already. He thinks you're a prize sow. Give the old boy a smooch on his pretty snout, girly. Show him you take a shine to him too."
Jenny couldn't believe what she was hearing. Like a cat she sprang away on all fours, headed for the woods, headed for the corn fields, headed anywhere to hide and be safe again. Seth dove on her before she'd gotten five feet.
"Wanna wrestle?" the boy panted, wrapping his hard body around her and crushing her to the dirt.
His cock was like a glowing pipe pressed to her ass. He bit her violently on the shoulders and neck, sinking his sharp teeth into her flesh.
"Let me go!" Jenny whimpered, realizing as she spoke the words how futile, how absurd they sounded.
"Ever been ass-fucked!" the boy growled. "I love fucking ass." His cock slid up and down between her asscheeks, slippery and throbbing.
Jenny tensed, clamping her loin muscles. She'd rather die than have that dirty beast's cock up her ass. No cock had ever violated her asshole, and no cock ever would. One guy had tried to fuck her ass once, a cop. Now he was a janitor, and he paid her half his salary each month as penance for his filthy ideas.
"Hold off there, boy," the old man said. "First the little lady's got to pay her respects to the finest old breeding boar in the county. Bring her over."
Seth tried to drag her, and Jenny kicked and scratched. There was a limit to playing along with these lunatics.
The old man was laughing. "She's a wild one, ain't she? Well, looky here – just in time."
"We tied the other one up in the smokehouse like you said, Pa." It was the youngest boy's voice.
Jenny looked up past Seth's strangling arm to see Delbert and Tyler swagger over to join the old man. The two boys' cocks flopped and wagged as they walked. The youngest boy's cock hung half way to his knees. Lynn must have taken care of both of them, Jenny thought – the way their cocks are flopping soft. She wished now that Lynn was here to take care of Seth.
"Fine job," Harlan said. "You two young 'uns have yourselves a good time?"
Both boys grinned and stroked their cocks as if they had pet snakes dangling from their loins.
"She's hot, Pa," Delbert said. "You wouldn't believe what I did to her. I shoved my prick up…"
"Later," the old man said. "Plenty of time later to shoot the shit about how we enjoyed ourselves. Right now there's work to be done. Tyler, boy, you help out Seth with the wild one, and Delbert, I got a job for you." He pulled the young boy to him and whispered in his ear.
Delbert grinned and trotted off.
"All right, you guys," Harlan said. "Haul that bitch over to smooch old Homer."
Jenny kicked and fought with all she had, but Seth and Tyler had hands like vises and arms like cobras. Her toes dragged in the dirt as they hauled her head-first toward the grunting hog. The pig's huge flat snout grew larger and larger as it drew near to her face, and Jenny closed her eyes. All she heard was the buzzing of flies, the grunting and panting of the hog, the laughter of her tormentors. Then she felt the hog's steamy breath on her face, and she screamed.
"Kiss that hog," Harlan ordered. "Do it the easy way – or we're gonna pen you up with him. No telling what Homer might do locked up in the same pen as you."
Jenny found herself on all fours in front of the pig. She puckered her lips. She'd heard about hogs, and she had no intention of getting penned up alone with one – especially with one the size of Homer. He'd sit on her and then he'd eat her. Pigs relished the taste of meat – that she knew.
"Let her go, boys," Harlan said. "Stand away and let the pretty girl kiss that pig. Look at her shake. She's all excited over old Homer."
The hands released her. Holding her breath, she pressed her lips toward the snout of the pig. The slimy wetness, the heat of the pig's snout, made her nearly vomit – but she kissed it, smooched it with a loud smack that would satisfy the old man. Homer snorted and licked her face. Jenny fell back, screaming.
The males guffawed.
"Never saw a female react like that to a nice kiss," Harlan bellowed. "All right, girly, give old Homer a whiff of your pretty ass. Come on – up on all fours. Let him smell it."
Jenny did as he ordered, shoving her ass close to the hog's snout. Her throat was so dry it was cracking. The sweat of her body burned the scrapes, cuts, and rope burns on her skin. Her head filled with the buzzing of flies and the incessant laughter of the men. She kept her eyes on the green of the nearby woods, imagining herself safe within its shade.
"Back up," Harlan roared. "Back! Back!" Jenny backed up. She felt the pig's hot breath on her asscrack and cunt.
"Back!" one of the boys shouted.
The pig's hot snout mashed to her cunt-lips. The boar grunted madly, nuzzling her cunt and beginning to lick.
"He's excited," Harlan said. "Look at the way his cock's screwing in and out. Stick your hand in there with him, Delbert, and catch his hog-juice when he shoots."
The pig's slimy nose and tongue slopped up and down Jenny's asscrack and cunt-furrow as if he were feeding at a trough. The boar grunted and snorted obscenely. Jenny's ass was shot through with prickles. Her loins pulsated. As angry and disgusted as she was, she couldn't help but to wriggle and gasp. The hog's cunt-eating felt good. The unresolved tension that had built up when she had sucked Harlan's cock suddenly filled her loins once more. She wanted again to come.
The pig slobbered loudly, licking her cunt and asscrack from one end to the other. The bristly hair around his mouth jabbed at her sensitive cunt-flesh like tiny needles. His teeth nipped at her. Her pussy throbbed like a huge raw sore. The pig snorted and squealed.
"Look at him shoot," Delbert yelled, laughing. "His cum's real hot. Eeek!"
"Catch it," Harlan said. "Get every drop you can."
Jenny felt the sex-tension building. The realization that the big hog was coming just from licking and sniffing her ass and cunt gave her a strange thrill. She churned her ass, forcing it harder and harder against the snorting hog's snout. The fuck feelings began to move in her loins. She'd be coming soon – very soon.
"He's done, Pa," Delbert said.
"Then do it quick, boy," Harlan said. "Feed the cream to the bitch while it's still hot."
Almost before the meaning of the old man's words cut through the haze of her consciousness, Jenny saw the grinning boy squat down in front of her and offer her the handful of pig cum. The stuff was thick, and whitish-gray, and the scent of it was much stronger than the scent of any human cum she'd ever smelled.
"Drink it!" Harlan bellowed. "Feed it to her, Delbert. Shove it down her throat if you have to."
At that moment, one of the other boys clapped his hands over her lower and upper jaws, forcing her mouth to gape. Immediately, Delbert dumped the handful of cum into Jenny's mouth. Her mouth was forced shut, and the hot pig-cum slid down her throat. As the hands released her jaws, Delbert rubbed the rest of the cum into the skin of her face. Jenny bit at his hand, but the boy was too quick and got away.
"All right, drag her around back," Harlan ordered. "Old Homer licked her pussy, so it's only fair that the little bitch do some licking herself. I'll just bet that old Homer would love to have his balls licked."
Her cunt still throbbing with lust, the feel of the pig's hot tongue still on her pussy slabs, Jenny found herself being dragged to the rear of the pen. The hog's salty cum made her lips burn, and the taste of it on her tongue and in her throat made her feel dizzy, as if the pig's cum were whiskey. The boys dropped her on the ground, and she found herself staring at the gigantic pink balls of the old farmer's prize boar.
"Chew on them nuts!" Harlan ordered. "You lick those big balls real good now – unless you wanna end up licking what's under that twirly tail."
The moist ass-pucker of the hog glistened in the sunlight, quivering slightly and seeming to pout, as if it wanted a kiss. One look at his asshole was enough to send Jenny to the boar's apple-sized balls. When it came to a choice between a pig's asshole and a pig's balls, Jenny didn't even have to think.
Homer shifted in the close confines of his pen, grunting, as Jenny licked his fuzzy pink pig-balls. His egg-shaped balls felt like huge soft grapefruit under Jenny's tongue. As she licked and sucked, she could feel humming vibrations in the spongy ball-flesh, could sense the pig-jism brewing inside. This was the lowest, most disgusting act Jenny had ever performed, but what made it most disgusting of all was the way her pussy continued to drool and pulsate, as if she herself were a sow getting turned on by the scent and taste of a randy boar. She was drooling so much pussy juice that she could feel the hot, pasty stuff oozing down the inner sides of her thighs.
"She's juicing, Pa," Delbert said, and suddenly Jenny felt the crazy young boy's tongue lapping the pussy juice off her legs.
"Hold it there one second," Harlan said. "You can lick her legs, but keep your dang tongue off her twat-hole. She's getting too horny for her own good. Her hole's liable to swallow your tongue if you get it too close. Seth and Tyler'll be back directly with something to satisfy the bitch like she really wants to be satisfied."
Over Homer's jerking in his wooden pen as Jenny polished his balls, over his snorting – over the buzzing of the ever-present flies, the flies that continued to land on Jenny's naked body, shitting on her and biting her – over Delbert's moaning and slurping as he licked her legs – over the hum of lust and anger and confusion in her own skull – over all these sounds came the barking and whining and howling of a hound, and Jenny realized at once that they were bringing the big rust-colored bloodhound. She backed away from the pig.
"Let me go," she pleaded. "Let me go and I'll give you anything you want. You can have my car. I have lots of money. You can have that too."
"Shut your bitch mouth," Harlan said, dancing up close to her and kicking her in the ass. "Eat them pig nuts and keep your dang bitch mouth shut. Suck them nuts if you don't want to be sucking that hog's asshole."
Fiery knots filled Jenny's throat and swept through her stomach. She imagined slicing up the old man's face with a razor. Never in her life had she hated any man more. But all she could do was to remain on her hands and knees, kissing the hot balls of a grunting hog while she awaited whatever the old man had planned for her. He would loose the dog on her, she was afraid. He would let the dog tear the meat off her bones. The old man had tied up the dog when she and Lynn had arrived at the farm – the huge bloodhound with the mean, wrinkled frown and the long fangs. And now he was going to let the dog loose to devour her. The hound had already probably torn apart Lynn.
"Here he is, Pa," Seth said. "Me and Tyler can hardly hold him."
"This is gonna be wild," Tyler said. "He was about breaking his chain when we got to him."
"Ease him up close to her ass and let him sniff," Harlan said. "Delbert, quit your dang licking and get your ass out of the way."
"Aw, shit!" Delbert said, giving Jenny a quick, last kiss on the cunt-lips.
Delbert's kissing lips were immediately replaced by the cool wet snout of the hound as it nearly shoved its snout up her cunt. The hound's breath was hot, and the hound whined and whimpered. Suddenly his floppy tongue was lapping up and down her cunt-furrow. The men were laughing.
"Red's prick is out," Delbert said. "It's jumpin' like a long worm."
"Just stand aside, boy," Harlan said. "Let old Red put his prick where he wants to. OK, Seth and Tyler, let him go."
Chains rattled, the dog growled, and Jenny's face rammed into the hog's balls. With all her strength, she fought to remain on her hands and knees. The hog bellowed squeals, and the dog whined. The huge hound was up on Jenny's ass, his paws gripping her flanks, his dog-claws tearing her flesh, his hot slippery dog-prick fucking in and out of her cunt. Jenny's vision blurred, her head wobbled, her ass and pussy pulsated. She was in hell, she was in heaven, she no longer knew where she was.
"He's fucking her!" Delbert shouted.
"All stand back and let Red do his work," Harlan said. "Keep eating them pig-nuts, girly. Like the taste of pig-nuts, bitch? Like the feel of a hound's prick in your smelly twat-hole?"
"Red likes blonds," Seth said, and they all laughed.
"Want me to snap a few now?" Tyler asked.
"Be my guest," Harlan said. "Keep your hands steady if you can. Get a few close up, too."
Jenny chewed at the hog's inflated balls, sinking her teeth into the fuzzy ball-flesh. It was all she could do to keep from screaming, to keep from wailing out her pain and her pleasure, her degradation and her anger. She was on the verge of violent laughter, and on the verge of tears. She was losing her mind, losing her honor, losing the last vestiges of any innocence she still possessed at her young age.
She was sucking on the stinking balls of a boar while fucking the worm-like prick of a blood hound. This was all too absurd to believe – but the hound's prick was like a glowing poker inside her, and her loins throbbed with the feelings his cock was fucking into them. And the hound's hot paws gripped her flanks, his long claws gouging her flesh. It was happening, really happening. Jenny had never been more certain of anything in her life.
"Go, Red!" Seth shouted.
"Look at him hump her," Delbert said, giggling.
"Ain't never seen old Red fuck any bitch that good," Harlan said. "His prick's pumping like a truck piston."
The bloodhound howled, banging his hairy belly at Jenny's upturned ass, fucking his thin prick in and out of her cunt faster than any human prick Jenny had ever felt. Not even some of the star athletes she'd allowed to fuck her had fucked her with such agile speed. Her cunt tissues sizzled from the friction of the hound's fucking. The unbearable fuck tension that had been striving to burst from her loins for an hour now began once more to mount toward release. Small prickling balloons began to inflate throughout her loins. Her clit jerked and quivered as if electrified, stimulated by the intense fucking of the hound's slippery prick. Her pussy slabs were swelling, and as she wiggled her ass, the juicy slabs shimmied against each other, sucking the big hound's prick.
"Look at old Red's eyes," Delbert said. "They look like their gonna pop out of his head."
"He'll be coming directly," Harlan said, and before he'd got the words out the hound's orgasm began.
The first spurt of dog-cum felt like a darning needle spearing the pit of Jenny's cunt. Jenny grunted, her loins jerking. The spurts of dog-cum came hard and fast, like jets of hot water. The hound's claws sank deeper into the muscles of Jenny's flanks. Warm dog spittle dripped over her back. The hound's prick flexed and jumped like a long stiff finger. The hound whimpered.
The men cheered, shouting at Red to fuck the shit out of her, to blast the guts out of her. Red growled, humming his spurting prick inside Jenny, leaning into her with all of his bulk of bone and muscle. Jenny strained to remain up, strained to prevent her face from being driven down against the slats of the hog-pen. If she were to collapse, the hound would crush her, snapping her head off at the neck to finish her off.
"Lick them hog nuts!" Harlan bellowed. "Fuck that dog prick!"
Jenny licked the hog's balls fiercely. They ballooned and contracted. The boar's ass shuddered, and she could hear him grunting and squealing.
"Homer's shooting again," Delbert yelled. "I'll catch his cum."
Jenny groaned with lust. The knowledge that she'd brought the boar off again by simply licking his balls filled her once more with a strange thrilling satisfaction. The prickling streams of fuck feelings that always signaled the approach of her orgasm began to move in her body, crawling up her spine, sliding down the core of her legs. When the feelings reached her toes, when they reached her nipples, her lips, her fingers, her entire body would flash with orgasm. She screwed her ass in mad circles, fucking the hound's prick, shimmying her pussy-lips against each other to bring herself off.
"Get Red off her," Harlan yelled. "Quick, before she gets what she wants."
Jenny swore as the hot dog-prick slid out of her, cursed as rough hands gripped her asscheeks and forced her cheeks and pussy-lips apart. The wind rushed inside her cunt, instantly quenching her first flickers of orgasmic fire. She remained there shaking, the fuck tension throughout her body on the edge of exploding, but stifled again. To make things worse, Delbert's grubby brown hand appeared near her face, offering her once more a palmful of boar's cum, hot and fresh from the boar's balls. And Jenny could do nothing but to drink, to lap it from the boy's hand like a kitten lapping up a saucerful of milk fresh from the cow. The pig's cum tasted bitter. The scent of it nearly knocked her out, but as disgusted as she was with having to eat the slimy stuff, her lust raged on.
"Oh, fuck!" she whined. "Oh, damn it!"
"Here's your chance, boy," Harlan said. "She's begging for it now."
"Goddamn," Seth said. "I've been waiting for this." And he mounted her.
The feel of human hands on her flanks now, the feel of Seth's big teenage cock jerking against her ass, caused Jenny to coo and laugh as if she were drunk. She licked the last of the pig cum from Delbert's hand, gyrating her ass against Seth's cock and muttering, "Shove it in me. Shove the big thing in me. Oh, shove it in."
"Give it to her," Harlan urged, and Tyler and Delbert encouraged Seth in the same way, telling him to ram his cock in her and fuck her good.
Seth slid the head of his hot cock up and down Jenny's asscrack and cunt-furrow, lubricating his prick with her fuck-slime, lubricating his cock with the fresh cum of the big bloodhound, whom Jenny could now hear whimpering and growling as somebody restrained him, Jenny rotated her ass like a fan, crazy for the feel of the cock inside her. All her life it had been the men who had gone crazy over her, it had been the men who had begged her to let them slip their cocks into her body, but now it was she who was begging. She could hardly believe the words coming from her mouth as she pleaded with the grubby farm youth to fuck her.
Seth twisted his cock hard against her ass-pucker, massaging her asshole. The stimulation felt good, but Jenny needed no further stimulation. What she needed was the boy's cock fucking in and out of her cunt. She would come seconds after the overgrown hunk of male cockmeat started fucking against the walls of her cunt. That was for certain. She couldn't remember having ever been this horny.
"Shove it in – please!" she moaned. "Oh, please!"
Seth's fingernails gouged her raw flanks, holding her steady. Jenny held her breath, relaxing herself, opening herself for deep penetration. For a moment she was aware only of perfect blissful silence, aware only of the pounding of her heart, of the quivering of her sweat-misted body, of the openness of her cunt. Her lust was exquisitely unbearable, on the knife-edge of complete satisfaction. She felt the boy plunge into her.
The spectators roared with glee. The bloodhound howled. Seth grunted like a bull. Jenny felt her loins stuffed as if with an arm. For a moment she felt total ecstasy, knowing that she was fucked at last – and then the agony tore through her asshole.
"Goddamn!" she screamed. "Oh, God, no!"
But it was too late. Seth's billy-club prick throbbed in her asshole. She was impaled on it to the hilt, the boy's hard loins mashing her asscheeks. She felt all her strength melt. Just missing skinning her face off on the rough wood of Homer's pen, she collapsed into the dirt, crushed down by the panting, grunting, fucking youth. His cock fucked in and out easily, savagely fucking her asshole.
"I got her in the ass," Seth muttered. "I'm fucking ass. Oh, bitch baby, you're so tight up the shithole. Ahh! Ahhh!" He gnawed at her neck, her shoulders. He ripped at her hair with his teeth. His tight belly smacked her ass. His cock fucked to the depths of her loins.
Jenny chewed her fist, tasting dirt and sweat, tasting a little blood, still tasting the hog's cum. Tears of anger blurred her vision. She writhed helplessly in the dirt, rubbing her tits raw. Her asshole was on fire.
The hillbillies were all chanting, screaming like a mob for Seth to fuck the guts out of her. Seth was laughing and growling and muttering. He'd become an animal. His prick felt hotter and harder inside her with each thrust. Jenny began to hump back at him, jerking her tightened ass back up at him in self-defense. She found that the pain was less if she moved with him instead of lying under him passively and limply. With each savage downward cock-thrust, Jenny banged her ass up to meet his prick, hoping to knock the wind out of his stomach.
"She's a humping hot sow if I ever seen one," roared Harlan. "Is she tight, boy?"
"Ohhh, Goddamn!" groaned Seth. "She's tighter than a mule."
"I wanna fuck her," Delbert said. "Hurry Seth."
"You'll get your chance later, boy," Harlan said. "Give your brother his piece now. He's got it coming. He's been waiting a mighty spell for this."
Seth got his arms under her, wrapping them around her, filling his hands with her tits. His fingers tightened like pincers on her nipples. Shafts of pain shot through her tits. Her cunt and asshole cramped. She whined like a she-cat, her fingers and toes clawing the dirt.
Seth's cock flexed wildly. Whining just as loudly as Jenny, he pulled out and rammed in frenziedly. His cock began to quiver, and he began to grunt like a boar. As he slammed in, nearly driving both cock and balls up Jenny's asshole, a great shudder racked his cock. At that moment, Jenny felt the boy's first spurt of hot cum shoot the pit of her asshole.
"Ahhhhh!" Seth cried. "Uhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Another spurt creamed Jenny's asshole, and the youth bellowed.
Jenny relaxed for a moment, fascinated by the sensation of cum squirting inside her asshole. This was something brand new, something she'd never dreamed she would experience. The boy shot again, then again. Jenny's loins pulsated, responding to the spasms of his cock, to the spurting of cum. Unbelievable, but her loins were tighter now with fuck feelings than they'd been yet at any time since this ordeal began. The ass-fucking, the spasming, shooting cock imbedded up her ass, had stimulated both her cunt and asshole as if she'd been cunt-fucked by some marvelous stud football player. She had not a second to waste. She writhed with all her strength, stretching her muscles, curling her toes, tightening her cunt and shimmying her pussy-lips together in a last all-out attempt to bring herself to orgasm. Immediately she felt the tight tingles begin to stream through her arms and legs, up her spine, up and down and around and throughout her loins. Her cunt and asshole flashed hot and cold, every nerve prickling as if they'd been scoured, then sloshed with sea-water. Jenny squealed with absolute joy. Nothing could stop her orgasm now. It was beginning, coming. She rolled her eyes with pleasure.
The spasms nearly knocked her out. She clawed at consciousness as hard as she was clawing at the dirt. She couldn't pass out now. She must experience every agonizing bit of this orgasm even if it killed her. She'd always marveled at the way her orgasms felt so good that they almost hurt, but this orgasm was far beyond any she'd before experienced. This orgasm was sheer pain, sheer pleasure – an ecstasy so intense that it caused her to curse and shriek as if she were being flogged with barbed wire. She ached to roll her naked body into a ball and to crush the feelings out of her loins, but she was laid flat-out, pinned face-down under the slobbering, grunting, spurting youth, and all she could do was to lie there like a pinned butterfly and wriggle as her orgasm drilled into every cell of her body.
"She's so tight!" Seth groaned. "Oh, Jesus! Asshole squirming inside like a nest of hot worms. Oh, man! Ahhh!"
The contractions of his cock were lessening, the last cum oozing out of him, but Jenny had a long way to go. As her orgasm continued she wished she could die. But she knew she wouldn't. She knew this orgasm would continue torturing her to near insanity, and that she would remain fully awake, jerking and quivering to its every agonizing twinge, squealing her pleasure like a sow.