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CHAPTER TWO
"Cor!" says a voice I don't know. "She's huge!"
"Yes, very nice," says another lecherous voice. "Gorgeous fat arse!" And I feel a rough hand grabbing at my naked bottom.
"Come on then," He says to the two strangers. "Since you're here, you can help me get her out."
"Right!"
"Sure!"
Between them, the men grab the pole that I'm tied to and lift me out onto the grass. I see that we're at the edge of a wood, and recognise it as a place we've been to before.
There are several cars parked along a narrow dirt track, including another van with PPPPP on the side.
One of the strangers, who is crouching down by my head, caressing my breasts, is clutching a flier with the same letters on. I've seen these fliers before, lying round in piles in His house.
They are pink in color, and are headed, 'PPPPP - Private Pig Performances for Paying Perverts'.
Then underneath, there's a time and date, and a string of numbers which those in the know will realise is a grid reference, indicating which isolated countryside spot that particular event will be taking place in.
'Pigs in Attendance,' I notice the flier goes on to say, 'Pinky, Perky, Piggy, Porky and Plumper.'
Porky - that's me.
It's the only name He's called me by for months now, but I still blush with embarrassment whenever I hear it.
"Come on then, into the woods," He says, and I get picked up again and carried some way - dangling upside down from my pole - into the cover of some nearby bushes.
That's enough," He decides, looking round, and I'm laid down on the ground again, on my back.
"She's too heavy to carry - she can go the rest of the way under her own steam.
My hands and feet are untied, and the gag is at last removed from my mouth. The pole they were carrying me by now becomes the stick with which He will drive me and direct me - just like real pigs get driven or herded along by being slapped on both sides of the rump with a special flattened rod.
I'm poked til I get onto all fours - I know better than to try and stand up like a human being - then he uses the stick to part my legs.
"Get rid of it quickly," He tells me, and knowing what he means, I gratefully empty my bladder onto the forest floor, trying not to think about the fact that two strangers are standing close by and watching and listening to me pee!
When I'm done, he slaps my arse with the pole.
"Okay, come on now, Porky, off we go. Time to get moving."
The path ahead of me is rough and dirty and uneven - I'd like to see him crawl along it on his bare hands and knees! - but there's nothing for it but to move forward, driven on by His blows, and struggling to keep my shoulders and head up, because when I'm not careful, my big tits can drag on the ground, the nipples getting bashed by stones and branches and tree roots, making me wince with pain.
He chats for a while with the men, who are ogling me as I move, and clearly trying to suppress their excitement.
"What do you feed her on?" one asks.
"Spunk and lard," He says. "And recently I've been making up a special pigswill of liquidised dripping and potatoes.
"Lard? What, just actually get her to each whole blocks of white lard?"
"Yes, that's how I started her off," He says. "She didn't like it, but I think it's best to use pure fat to make fat. She put on five stone in five months!"
The memory of the sickly and boring chunks of lard I was forced to eat daily for weeks when I first came under His influence, threatens to churn my stomach. The enforced overnight tube feeding I've now progressed to is a horrible experience, but at least I don't taste anything much, and I don't have to chew on raw fat for hour after hour!
After a bit more boasting, He sends the other men on ahead.
"Just need a moment alone with her before all the excitement," He says.
The men must guess what he means.
"Er... can't we..?"
"Not yet," He says. "You need to have your memberships checked and the money collected first - sorry."
The men carry on along the path reluctantly, while He comes round to my head, yanks it upwards, and shoves His big stiff cock in my mouth.
"Don't want to start off too aroused," he mutters, more to Himself than to me. "Long day ahead."
A few fierce thrusts and He's filled up my mouth with spunk. I swallow it all down and lick Him clean like I was taught to long ago. He wipes up a little dribble from my chin and makes me suck it from His finger.
"Now you be a good girl today, Porky. You know what'll happen if you don't give a good performance - I don't really want to leave you overnight on that mud-dunking machine again..."
To Be Continued....
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