Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2015 10:57:13 +0200
From: depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin fuck 28

IT SCREAMED ITS HEAD OFF FROM THE PAIN!

its throat was raw from the constant screaming. it screams filling the
metal helmet locked over its head.

its MASTER took it back in its `home' from the pub after it was use as a
public piss tank and during the journey back it was fully aware it
reeked. it was lucky that the tube and streets were very quiet. That did
not ease its feeling of complete humiliation up. it was a pig. A piss
stinking pig.

Once back in its home, its MASTER did not waste any time setting it up. it
was told to strip off the piss soaked tracksuit, the wadders, the piss
soaked socks then the stinking rubber t-shirt and chaps came off. its balls
and dick were purple from the tight separator it locked on itself. its
pathetic dick decided it was time to remind it who was in charge and
started to get hard, the spikes digging even more in its already bruised
skin. A hard slap on its face nearly sent it to the floor. YOU FUCKING
PIECE OF SHIT! WHEN IS IT GOING TO START TO PAY FUCKING ATTENTION? I DON'T
GIVE A FUCK WHAT IT THINKS, WHAT IT WANTS! IT'S A FUCKING PIG! AND PIGS
DON'T THINK! THEY SERVE, THEY OBEYI IS THAT FUCKING CLEAR?

it didn't dare to reply as it stared in its MASTER's eyes, cold as ice as
HE held it by its throat with one hand, slapping it after each word. When
HE stopped, its face was sore and soaked with tears. it was breathing hard
through its snout, keeping its mouth shut, not wanting to make it worst for
itself than it already was.

When it was told to lay down spreadeagled it just crashed down on the cold
floor and stretched its arms and legs as wide as it could. it MASTER put
very thick rubber mittens on its hands, locked heavy suspension restraints
on its wrists and ankles. its ankles were connected with short chains to
rings embedded in the wall behind it, its wrists chained to a very wide
bar. its MASTER lowered the hoist and locked it to the ring in the middle
of the bar before rising it.

First nothing happened as the bar was lifted off the floor, it just watched
the bar going up, pulling on the chains. Then it started sliding forward as
its arms were pulled up, it tried to move its feet to gain some support as
all its weight was put on its arms but its feet came off the floor too,
pulled backwards by the chain. The hoist was moved on the rack, its body
stretched in all directions. When the hoist stopped it was suspended
spreadeagled, its arms and legs stretched taut. it could not even arch its
body up or down, there was no slack in the chains holding it. its MASTER
grabbed its balls, removed the separator sending blood rushing through its
groin. it had no time to enjoy the tiny bit of relief it got as HE put the
thick metal rings with spikes just below its glans and locked the heavy
metal ball around its balls, screwed a metal ring in one of the many holes
in the floor just below the chain and spent some time adjusting the chain
until its balls were pulled down as far as possible making it moan from the
pain building up in them. its stupid dick got hard as steel from the
pain. its screamed in silence, its mouth wide open not making any sound
from the burning pain of the spikes digging in the very tender flesh. it
was a fucking pain pig. The chains were holding it in an escapable
position, there was no way it to move, pretending it could escape the pain.

Behind it, its MASTER was screwing something heavy around its knees and
when HE was done, it was left with heavy weights on them. it felt heavy,
but id did not move an inch. When HE came in front of it, it just watched
as HE screwed heavy looking metal webs of rings and bars on both its
elbows. When fully screwed in place, it had two metal braces covering its
elbows. it could not bend them, even if not chained like a pig in a
slaughter house. The same was done on its knees. All it could do was wiggle
its toes and move its head. Somehow it knew that would not last. it felt
the plug in its arse being pulled out and it gasped from the hard pull,
quickly replace by a cold feeling against its hole. Something was pushed in
its fuck hole. A FUCKING METAL BALL. it felt the metal going in its hole
as, pulling on a second ball joined to the first one to its hole. its
MASTER pushed on the second ball until it swallowed it again. And the
third. And the fourth. The weight in its fuck hole was unbelievable. Four
metal balls filling it up. And it nearly lost it when its MASTER stepped in
front of it holding an evil looking stainless steel sound. Not a smooth
one, a fucking twisted one. And thick. it gasped for air as HE pushed it
inside its dick. HE used some gel to help the fucking process. But even
that was not help as the heat gel was setting its dick on fire. The sound
kept going down its dick, till it was fully in. The smirk on its MASTER's
fac was like a reward and a promise to a whole new world of pain. it tried
to touch him with its face. it was begging for a snog. All it got was a
thick wad spat on its face and rubber all over its face before its MASTER
pulled a thick rubber hood over its head. Of course none of the thin
comfortable rubber. Very thick and tight. And when HE pulled the zip shut,
it face was once again squeezed inside its rubber skin making it a faceless
pig. When it saw what its MASTER was holding it lost it. it started to
mumble, very close to say no, but it didn't dare say it because it knew
that it would be kicked out. it was screaming NO in its head as its MASTER
open a very thick metal hemet shaped like a ball. HE pushed the first half
against its face and close the second behind it, sealing its head in a
metal ball. The instant the helmet was locked on it and its MASTER let it
go it felt the fucking weight of it and it struggled to keep its head
up. The slightest moan sounded like a scream, and the air inside started to
heat up. The sound of its breathing sounded like a roar. A loud click
sounded inside its metal prison and a slight pulled at its neck followed,
giving a bit of support. its MASTER must have put a chain to the top of the
helmet to support it. That was not fucking relief as its neck was forced
still in a stretched and up position. That was fucking evil. And it got
just worst when HE locked a very heavy and tight metal collar around its
neck.

it was feeling the metal everywhere on and inside it. it could not
moved. Animals could move around. Object did not.

Fucking heavy weights were clipped on its nipple rings and on its pa,
puling all three down ending waves of pain trough its chest to its
dick. its hard dick could not even jerk as it was held straight by the
sound impaled in it. it felt the spikes in the glans crown being tighten as
its MASTER screwed them to their full position. it wanted to get soft, it
wanted to escape the blinding pain but its dick refused to move. The
feeling and the weight of the metal balls in its fuck hole, rubbing on its
prostate was turning it on.

Then the flogging started.

Not a gentle easing in flogging. Just massive hits one after
another. Usually it would be able to get itself ready for every hit,
squaring its shoulders, tensing its back muscles, but the extreme stretched
out position denied it even this small freedom. it tried to concentrate on
the flogger, it wanted to know which one was used on it. it tried to guess
where the next hit would land but its MASYER was working on it from its
shoulder, to the bottom of its legs to its arse in no logical pattern, just
hitting it again and again. From the heat building up in its skin it
guessed its MASTER was using the leather flogger, the big one. it tried to
stay silent at the beginning but it was a complete waste of arrogant
struggle. its muffled moans turned to grunts then to screams. The air in
the metal helmet was humid and warm from its own heat. The pain from the
flogging was fucking its head. its screams were like begging for more, it
felt as if all of its body was pumped up with drugs. And its stupid dick
was hard as fuck, hurting. its arse was on fire, its back mass of pain. And
it never wanted it to stop. How fucking stupid was it? The pain from the
flogging was more intense, if that was possible. When the flogger hit its
skin the shock was different. There was a nasty bite to it. its MASTER had
moved to the rubber flogger. it can picture the thick strand of black
rubber coiling like tens of snakes ready to deliver hell on its skin. it
could feel the tears building up, it tried to stop them, it was a fucking
pain pig and it could take it. But it was with its screams silenced by the
thick helmet its only way to compensate for the pain. Not only the pain,
but its impossibility to protect or get itself ready. it was only a
practice dummy, a target for its MASTER. The rubber flogger was bruising
its skin for sure. There was no way it would stay unmarked for long.

its dick was the only thing distracting it from the severe flogging. its
balls were pulled down hard that it thought they were buried in the
floor. The spikes on the glans ring were digging in its skin like small
teeth constantly biting it. The sound was filling its dick. The weight on
its tits were swinging from the waves going though its body. it was in a
fucking world of pain.

And it was about to get worst.

The nasty bites it got used from the rubber flogger were replace by much
worst. The rubber flogging was like stingy nips. Those were like fucking
bites. its throat started to get raw from the constant screaming, and it
tried to stop itself but its brain had given up a long time. it should give
up and just accept the pain but part of it was still fighting for a tiny
bit of control. it knew it was making things worst for itself but it didn't
give a shit. it would hold on that last spark for ever. And its MASTER knew
that.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!! The flogging got stronger. The massive blows
bitting in its skin. Just as if its MASTER knew what it was thinking. it
brought its mind back to the reality of its helpless position. it put all
its mind on the flogger. The stands were thicker and not as many as on the
others. When they landed on its skin it could feel for a very short time
their thickness, they were more solid. HE was using the braided leather
flogger. The one that bruised as fuck. it shivered at the thought. the
flogging as restless. it was in awe of the power its MASTER had. Not every
so called tops could deliver such a flogging. it was awesome.

FUCKING STUPID PIG! The MAN was hurting it, degrading it in every way
possible and it found that awesome? it was a sick fuck. it was not fit to
leave in society, it knew its calling. And its MASTER was formating it.

it screamed again and again. it started to mumble, the tears soaking its
face. it was so lost in its world of pain that the screams were like a
relief for it, at least for a while. it wanted to beg its MASTER to stop
but when its words reached its fucked up brain all it could hear were its
thanks. it was thanking its MASTER. And it felt good. it felt right. it
promised itself to be the best of pig, to never disappoint its MASTER, to
accept every thing and anything. To be the perfect object. To be the
perfect animal. it somehow knew that it would eventually fuck up, that...

its screams turned to silence howls as it had no voice left.The flogging
was harder and harder. Blow after blow. its body aching like never
before. The massive stings spreading all over its skin like if it was cut
by thousands of claws again and again. it tried to escape from them. its
screamed like if it was quartered. The bites kept coming. Every inch of its
skin was set on fire. No part left untouched. its body was shaking like
shaking. The unbelievable pain turning to overwhelming heat. it was jerking
like mad. At least in its mind since its physical body was held in
unescapable heavy bondage.

Shivers kept going up and down its body. And a s the flogging reached its
ultimate level of pain, there was only one way for its body and its mind to
accept it. IT CAME. AN EARTH SHAKING ORGASM! Except that it did not curled
up, or arched its body. it was as still as from the start. it felt as its
body totally exploded.

it did not cum from pleasure.

 it came from pure pain.

And coming down from what it can only call ecstasy. A new pain took
over. its back felt like on fire now that the endorphins had kicked in. its
dick was still fucking hard from the blood trapped in it. The spikes
hurting as fuck, the weights hurting as fuck. Every part of it was
hurting. its elbows and knees forced in an unnatural rigid position. the
weight of the collar on its neck felt 10 times heavier suddenly. the rubber
over its head tighter, the helmet space became suddenly oppressive. it felt
as if it was completely buried, as if it was back in the pit. it could feel
the tight space closing on it, it could feel the wall against its chest. It
was... On the fucking floor.

its MASTER had lowered it and it did not even realised it. its weight
pressing on its sore tits, cock, balls. the metal helmet was resting on the
floor forcing its head up at an angle. That was very uncomfortable. And a
small laugh escaped its sore throat as if what it experienced had been a
walk in the park. it could feel its MASTER removing the weights on its tits
and pa, unlocking the chain on the metal band on its balls. it screamed as
HE pulled the ring off its glans scraping it with the nasty spikes. The
sound was pulled out of its dick. it felt as if it was a mile long. it was
unlocked from the chain but it could not move. it was expecting relief but
its muscles sort of froze, totally tetanized.

The helmet came off. But the thick hood kept it in complete darkness. it
was getting used to the constant feeling of helplessness, the lack of
control on anything. it was dependant on its MASTER. it was his
property. And that felt good. Until HE started to rub a gel in its
king. First on all over its arms and legs. When did HE remove the braces?
it didn't give a fuck really but it'd better concentrate quickly. There was
no gentleness in the rubbing. The medical smell filled its snout, soothing
its brain. Sort of. Then its MASTER put a cream on its back. it screamed
its head off from the sting. its back was on fire. Again. The heat going
deeper in its skin.  it was not stupid enough to take that as an act of
kindness. its MASTER was looking after its property like if HE was looking
after one of his bikes, or a piece of furniture. And as if it needed
further proof of its status, it was pushed face down in a rubber bag next
to it, its arms bent and forced down the sleeves, its feet in the tight
end, the metal balls pulled out of its fuck hole, replaced by a wide
bulbous plug to fill its sore hole. The bag was tight. What a fucking
surprise, and made even tighter with straps all over it. it was lifted off
the floor and dumped on army cot. it felt the straps being pulled on both
sides and somehow locked to the cot.

Tight unescapable confinement.

At least it had a pillow to rest its blacked out face on. A buzzing got
louder and it realised that its MASTER was pissing on its rubber head,
soaking the pillow. The strong sting was filling its snout each breath it
took. Another degrading reminder of what a fucking low life pig it was. it
heard its MASTER walking away leaving it on its own.

its mind drifting to a restless oblivion. it did not even have the strength
to think of what would come.

 it would find soon enough...

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