Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2015 15:44:43 +0100
From: depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin fuck 25

In its delusional mind, it had though that it would cope better with the
pit. it had stayed in it before after all.

it tried to stay calm at the beginning, it knew its MASTER was somewhere
above it and that was a comfort of sort. Not for long. it was sealed in
rubber, buried in a stinking pit, forced to breathe through plugs sealed up
its snot. it was alone.

The fear started to build in its stomach, destroying every bit of self
control it had left. it started to moan but it knew that no sound was
escaping the thick mask. The moans became calls of help, then screams at
the top of its lungs. it was cursing them, calling them every fucking name
under the sun. No answer. As it screamed, it was jerking in the chains,
trying to shake them off, hitting the narrow pit's walls. Only when it
dipped its face in the vile liquid, breathing it up its plugged snout
holes, did the feeling of drowning calmed it down. The vile taste entering
the back of its throat, threatening to make it gag. it concentrated on its
breathing, as long as it breathed slowly it would be ok.

Then the feeling of complete helplessness started to turn it on. Every hole
on it was controlled. it was no more than an object waiting to be of any
use. The horny thoughts of depraved submission crossing its sick mind got
it all worked up again, its dick sliding over the thick catheter in a
painful and horny way. it started to hump the liquid. How stupid was that?
it had passed caring a long time ago. if that was what its MASTER wanted,
what was it to think otherwise. Lust had replaced fear for a short
while. it sort of came in its mind since it could not cum physically,
leaving it panting through the plugs allowing small amount of air in its
lungs. FUCKING STUPID CUNT! When would it understand that thinking could
only bring more despair. There was no relief, no comforting for it. its
world was a world of pain for it, of pleasure for the MEN. it was hard as
steel.

Time had no meaning, even less when enclosed in the pit. The only feeling
it had was the pain in its balls as they were pulled down by the weight of
its legs locked on them. The liquid barely offering any support to them. it
had to concentrate on lifting its legs as much as it could to get relief on
its balls, then gravity took its toll again. That was a constant battle
that it finally lost as it was exhausted. It sank even more in the pit if
that was possible. probably only in its mind as it was solidly held in
place by the harness. Having its arms locked in its back was another source
of discomfort. its shoulders pulled backwards, its chest forward, making it
harder for it to breath. its stretched jaws were sore for their implacable
position around the gag. The steel tube in its arse had a way of reminded
it that it could not control its bowels. But from all what was happening to
it, the worst was to know that the first hood was glued to its head by
shit. What made it sick was that it was the bastard barman's shit and not
its MASTER's. it wanted the shit cleaned off it, but it was there to stay,
and it somehow knew that its MASTER wanted to make it understand that it
was no more than a property, an animal, an object. Something to mould the
way HE wanted it. The body modifications were only the beginning. The
tattooed mohawk would remind it every day of the finality of its situation,
and it dreaded the first day it would be allowed back in society. the way
it would have to face its colleagues at work, its friends, its family. Then
a thought froze it. Would it be ever allowed `outside'? The cold sensation
in its stomach did not bring any relief. it had been a huge fantasy of its
to belong totally and utterly to a MAN. Turned into a property,
disappearing from the outside world. But now that it was a serious
possibility, it was not sure it could cope with it. It wanted out, it
WANTED OUT!!!! it was again fucking screaming its head off, wallowing in
its liquid prison. In vain.

Only exhaustion made it calm down this time. It was on a rollercoaster. One
moment it was peaceful in its acceptance of its submission to its MASTER,
the next it was trashing like mad against the fear of loosing the tiny bit
of humanity it was clinging too. it was mad at itself for thinking it still
had any rights. it searched a long time for a MAN to completely reformat
it. And as it submitted to many TOPS, for few hours, it thought that would
never happen. Until its MASTER claimed it that night in the pub.

its thoughts were stopped by a buzzing sound, like a tapping noise, all
over its head. Liquid was poured over its head. it felt like two spots were
the liquid was hitting its mask. THEY WERE PISSING ON IT. it grunted as
loudly as it could, jerking in the harness. it was so much to be pulled out
of the pig that it disn't care how fucking pathetic it was. But to avail.

it was back alone. And that hit it harder because as long as it was
ignored, its mind slowly adjusted to its situation, but that small show of
interest in it reinforced even more its uselessness to them. it was good to
piss on and enclose back in the pit. Better for nothing else. Alone in its
pigsty.

Then came the sobbing. it could not help it. The tears started to flow
again inside the rubber hood mixing with the shit. it wanted its MASTER. it
wanted to hurt for HIM. it wanted to scream for HIM. Anything to avail that
despair.

At that moment, it finally accepted its place. it finally grasped what it
meant to totally belong to its MASTER. it promised itself it would be the
perfect animal to HIM, the perfect object. At least it would try until it
fucked up again. And there was no one to witness that.

And that was its cycle of hell . Pain, lust, despair, anger, screams,
tears, solace. And again pain, lust, despair... Then blackness.

When it came it was still in the pit but it had no fight left in it to
rebel. it even imagined that it was moving. IT WAS MOVING UP! THEY WERE
PULLING IT OUT OF HELL!!! And when it started to swing in the chains it
could not feel the pit's wall this time. its feet were realised from its
balls sending a wave of pain through them, it felt something being put on
its feet, and when it could not swing anymore did it realised that it was
locked to the floor. it was left hanging, the vile liquid dripping of it,
ignored. But it did not care. The longer it stayed there, the stronger its
insecurities resurfaced. it was so fucking pathetic that it disgusted
itself. the pit was a physical torture but that was nothing to what it did
to its mind. And with a short flash of comprehension it understood that its
MASTER wanted to rebuild it from the way down and that as well as its body,
its mind needed to be crushed to be formated as its MASTER wanted. it was
sure that it would visit the pit many times.

After a long while the collar tight around its neck was removed, the back
of the mask was unzipped and pulled totally of it. The feel of the tube
leaving its stomach was like a burn but it was going to be able to see its
MASTER. Of course, the smirking bastard was standing in front of it. "Hi
piggy. Had a good time? Because i had. I sucked Boss' cock for hours, still
taste it. I worn him out so he's relaxing and i have to take care of you
disgusting cunt. » it had to clench its jaws shut not to utter a
sound. it knew the bastard was baiting it but it wasn't to give him any
satisfaction in succeeding.

The bastard looked good in its rubber t-shirt, chaps and wadders. And he
knew it. He put thick rubber gloves on its hands and started to undo the
straps on the boots and it moaned of relief when the heavy boots came
off. Next he undid the straps holding its legs tight together and pulled
the bondage chaps down its legs. FUCKING BLISS!!! But nothing compared to
what it felt when the steel tube was removed from its fuck hole. The
bastard warned it to hold on his shit and it took a bit of satisfaction
when it heard the bastard heaving a couple of times as he threw the filthy
tube in a corner. A large bullet shaped plug was pushed up its fuck hole,
but this one had a narrow base for it to hold the plug in place. The barman
clamped the catheter in its dick before unplugging it from the mask, then
he locked heavy rubber restraints on its ankles followed by a spreading
bar. The bastard made sure to pull hard a few times on the chain still
hanging from its weighted balls before locking it to the ring in the middle
of the bar. it shortened the chain just a little bit to make sure that its
hanging feet pulled hard on its balls but still looking as it was
comfortable. BASTARD. That was a good name for him.

"How do you like my shit cunt? Bet you hate it by now. Want its Master shit
and all. FILTHY CUNT!" it stayed silent again, knowing that it was
frustrating the bastard. He was maybe free to do with the pig but he knew
that its MASTER would have no problem punishing it if he was going to
far. He shoved a large penis gag in its mouth, strapping it tight before
walking away. The thought of him joining its MASTER made it so fucking
envious and frustrated as its pathetic dick got hard.

it was left hanging to dry dripping with the sticky filthy liquid. After a
while it could hear moans coming from somewhere. Not happy ones. it even
heard muffled screams. But nothing prepared it for the wonderful sight it
got later. its MASTER was pulling the bastard on a leash with his hands
locked in his back, a tight muzzle over his head, a wide posture
collar. The bastard looked less arrogant now. He avoided looking at the pig
as he was pushed on his knees. Not so proud now...

its MASTER stood in front of it, grabbed its balls and crushed them,
bringing tears to its eyes. The metal band around its ball sack was digging
hard in its balls. it wanted to scream and beg for mercy but the look in
its MASTER's eyes told it that it'd better stay silent. All it could do was
to open its mouth wide around the gag in a silent scream. it got slapped on
its arse, chest, sides, back, head, face as its MASTER walked around its
property, checking it to make sure it was of any use to HIM. Then HE walked
to the kneeling bastard. "So yo know the deal cunt. You fucked up and you
got one choice to make. You fucking stay on your knees and you get
punished. You stand up and you fuck off back to your weekend's masters."
The disdain in his voice was clear what HE thought of them.

The bastard stayed on its knees, head down. "Good cunt. You gonna spend
some time together."

its MASTER walked back to it and started to release it from the hoist. When
HE undid the chains connected to the harness it just collapsed on floor not
able to even stand on its own legs. it was turned over in the pool of the
nasty liquid that had dripped on the floor, its arms released and dropped «
dead » at its sides, the suspension harness was unlocked and and pulled
of it, the straightjacket followed. it was more dumped out of it than
anything else. "GET UP CUNT!" it struggled to stand on its feet, left with
the thin rubber and shit filled hood. its balls hanging low with the metal
band and weight on them, its fuck hole still stretched with the heavy plug,
its dick still sealed with the catheter. Looking at the bastard kneeling in
submission, it could nor stop smirking and getting hard at the sight. it
knew that his brain's natural arrogance was loosing the fight against his
dick. it learned the hard way that it did not have two different sides of
its personality. For a long time, on one side it was the man who many
people appreciated, the good friend, the good son, the good colleague; and
on the other it was the arrogant leather top who used subs after subs until
it got a hard reality wake up call. it was a fucking pig craving for use
and abuse. Still it thought that was apart from its social life. And the
more its MASTER was training it the more it realised that it was a pig
above all, and maybe it will be allowed again in society. But it was sure
that would not be easy for it. it dreaded it to be honest.

A hard slap on its face pulled it out of its thought. "I SAID ON YOUR KNESS
FUCKING CUNT!" its eyes filled with tears from the stinging slap and it
dropped in from of its MASTER. Fucking up was not an option for it.

its MASTER grabbed the bastard and made it kneel next to it removing the
collar and head harness from his head. Then HE removed the shit coated hood
from its head making it moan from the relief it got as the fucking tight
rubber was pulled off and it felt cool air for the first time on its still
shit covered face. its MASTER just stepped in from of the bastard and took
a couple of steps back holding the filthy hood open facing the bastard. HE
did not say one word. HE stood waiting like if HE had all the time in the
world. From the corner of its eye it saw the bastard looking up, his face
white as chalk. He was biting the inside of his lips, tears on his
face. Then it started to crawl on his knees towards the hood, he was
sobbing openly as he got closer to it and he shouted of despair as he
pushed his face in the waiting hood. its MASTER pulled it over his head and
zipped it, tightly sealed. it felt a bit of compassion for the bastard and
it reminded itself of how he treated it. The stupid bastard got what he
deserved. it was brought again out of its thought with a hard slap. And
when it looked up at its MASTER it saw that HE was close to loos his
patience with it, so it concentrated on him. its head was pulled up and its
snout ring removed. Gonna have that stretched soon pig. A hollow stainless
steel plug was pushed in the piercing and clamped tight in place before its
ring was put back in place. The feeling of steel agains steel was weird. it
knew that the smooth segment ring made it look more like an animal than if
it had a ball to close it. A thick see through hood was pulled over its
filthy head and zipped tight. It felt as if the hood was even tighter than
the previous one. Definitely no discomfort was speared for it...

Then its MASTER started to work on both.

First HE fed them. HE brought a large plastic through filled with a white
paste with brown chunks of meat in front of them and pissed in it. EAT!
There was no choice in that command. it dived in the through and started to
eat the piss covered oat paste. The barman joined it but was less inclined
to eat. A boot pushed his head down in the paste to fill his mouth. When
the through was empty they were made to lick each other clean. They must
have looked fucking stupid licking their rubber covered face...

He had us standing facing each other as HE put it in a full bondage
harness, locking the straps on its ankles, legs, knees, thighs, waist,
chest, arms, elbows, forearms, wrists as tight as possible, the padlocks
not necessary but there to reinforce how helpless it was. Both helpless,
once the bastard was locked in a harness too. HE locked the large rings on
its the shoulders to the chains hanging from one end of the bar on the
hoist, the bastard on the other end. HE raised the hoist and wasted no time
in finishing. HE removed the ball weight on its balls, leaving the tight
metal abound, HE put a similar band on the piglet's (better name than
bastard) balls as well as an electro straps on each set of ball. HE put a
catheter down the piglet's dick making it grunt as HE pushed it inside his
bladder,( fucking little player). HE used some padlocks on the rings on the
inside of the legs' part of the harness ti force their legs together
forcing their balls and pathetic dick forward. Then HE put double trigger
hooks on the outside part of each the harness to attach it to the other,
bringing the pig's and piglet's body together, HE even used a smaller one
to join their balls' metal band. HE locked their arms behind one another,
bringing them even closer. HE put a wide solid posture collar on both with
a solid metal bar between both forcing them to look at one another. HE
pushed thick hollow plugs in both snouts, making it a tight fit and forcing
their nostrils out. HE forced two pills down their throat and strapped a
massive ball gag in both, and of course fucking locking it behind their
head before pulling a gas mask hood over both heads. The breathing hoses
were joined on a double connector with one hose hanging down. Even their
breathings were joined now. its MASTER walked behind it, slapped it hard on
its arse as HE pulled the plug out. it made sure to keep its arse squeezed
tight. it was already feeling the heat coming off the piglet. And when the
stupid pig though things could not get worst, they just did as HE pulled a
tight thick stinking rubber bag over the animals, enclosing them totally in
the rubber cocoon. As HE reached their groins zipping the back up, HE
removed the clamps on the catheters, instantly releasing their bladders
soaking each other in piss. More straps were locked all over the bag,
leaving them in complete darkness. Through the hose it could smell the
stink from the previous pigs locked in the bag as well as the hot breath
coming from the piglet. it must have been the same for the piglet. The
hoist was raised further up. Then nothing.

Until the shocks on their balls started. The fucking electro was set on
random settings and it was a constant variant electro shocking, caressing,
tickling, frying, edging the balls on them. Neither could stay still under
the assault and soon both were sweating bucket in their rubber
prison. Their hot breaths finding their way inside the other's mask, they
could feel each other's heart beating like a drum on battle field. Joined
by the straps, joined by the rubber, joined by their suffering.

There was nothing horny in their situation, and the pain it felt was no
pleasure. I its confused mind it forced to shake its body as if there was
any chance it could get free. All it managed was to make piglet fight
against it and they both exhausted themselves trying. But its dick was hard
as steel. it could feel piglet's dick hot as hell against its. Both were
horny has fuck, both started to moan like fucking cheap whores in a
brothel. This was not normal. And in a flash of understanding it knew what
was one of the pills its MASTER fed them: Kamagra. They would be constantly
horny for hours and hours to come with no chance of relief.

it dreaded to think what was the second pill for.

The smell of their piss was filling the bag, climbing up the hose to reach
its stretched snout. Then the smell of shit coming from the piglet's hood
started to come though or was it its own stink filling its mask. Piglet was
experiencing the same thing as he started to moan. Not moans, sobbing
sound. He was crying.

What did it care if the bastard could not take it? Why would it bothered by
his suffering? Not so long ago he was enjoying abusing it. He did not
deserve any sympathy. Yet, it tightened its arms as much as it could around
piglet in a comforting embrace, rubbing his hands over his arse, trying to
calm in down and stop them from the wild swinging motion.

The fucking bastard repaid it by letting his shit shoot all over its hands
in a cramping motion.

 FUCKING BASTARD! FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!

That would teach it to feel for another cunt. it was swearing around the
gag in its mouth calling the bastard any fucking name it could think
off. it was getting fucking angry, so much that its stomach started to
hurt. Not its stomach, ITS BOWELS. That was what the second pill was
for. As it understood, it felt the electro going higher and higher. And as
it screamed, its bowels let go and its shit splattered all over their legs
and the bag.

The sticky mess was clinging to the rubber and their legs as they swung
madly...

The electro stopped as suddenly as it started going up. They were both
panting, trying to catch their breath, getting even more of the stink in
their lungs. They calmed down, their head resting against the other, their
heart beat, their dick softening, the swinging stopping.

it was over. Once agin its stupidity won over.

The electro started up their balls again, their dick hardened from their
horniness ans the cycle started again, they tried to hump one another in a
pathetic attempt to get some relief, but there was no orgasm
possible. Kamagra had this nasty effect. it got you horny as fuck with no
change of an orgasm.

They were there to suffer, to suffer together as its MASTER was sleeping in
his comfortable bed.

it called its MASTER, it begged for release, it wanted out. PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!

But their was no reply.

Only the blackness and piglet's screams.

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