Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2015 11:41:54 +0100
From: depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin fuck 26

it was fucking exhausted.

The electro on its balls, the cramps in its bowels and its hard as fuck
dick stopped it from getting any rest. And when things calmed down a bit,
it was the fucking bastard's turn to be assaulted, jumping in the bag,
attached to it. Then its turn again...

it was sweating like a pig in heat, with the bag clinging to them. it was
desperate for fresh air, clean air. Anything but the stench of the mixed
piss and shit sticking to it and piglet, pooling at the bottom of the
bag. There was no sleep for them and the sleep deprivation was a new
torture. At times the piglet was squeezing it tight trying to get any bit
of comfort he could, but it had passed a long time ago to care. If he
fucked up with its MASTER, then up to him to deal with his punishment. He
had a chance to walk away, go back home in his bad but he decided to stay
and face his punishment.

That was a punishment for him, and normal use for it.

The harness was digging in its skin all over its body, its neck was sore
from the forced position, its face was squeezed tight by the hood, its
balls were fried and its fucking dick stayed hard. it was a fucking
depraved animal to get turned on by the abuse. It was the pill's
fault. Yeah sure, it could try fo fool itself but the truth was more
simple. it needed that. At least it wanted some use and abuse. The extreme
use it was subjected to was a bit out of its league, at least it thought so
until it was forced further down the path of complete submission to its
MASTER. it tried not to think, to just obey and accept but its mind still
rebelled against things done to him. And as long as there was some fight
left in it, it will hold tight to it. On one level it knew it was being
played by its MASTER. HE had no interest in a doormat, HE wanted to see its
anger in its eyes taking a sadistic pleasure from its silent screams and
tears. it was fucked.

The moans coming from the piglet were no more than whispers, he was as
exhausted as it was. It took it a bit of time to realise that the electro
cycle had not started again. it started to moan begging for attention, it
knew its MASTER was awake and close to them. it felt the bag being lowered
and the hoist stopped as they were both half resting on the floor. Suddenly
they were showered in a hard spray of cold water. That was a welcome
feeling after the stale heat they had to breathe constantly. They were
immerged in the water rising in the bag, fucking rising towards the hose
hanging from the masks. Both started too trash in the bag and hard slaps
with a strap on the bag, hitting either calmed them down a bit. But the
water did not stop and then no air came up the hose both lifted their heads
in an uncontrolled fear reflex. The water sealed the hose agin and they had
no way to pull it out. it was scared but forced itself to stay calm, its
MASTER knew it was doing. it pulled piglet tight against itself to stop it
from trashing. The bag was moved on the rack and totally lowered to the
floor, the water pouring out at the top. They could breathe.

its MASTER unchained the bag, removed the straps and opened it totally,
shaking the pigs out. Both laid on a drain as HE removed the masks
first. Both pulled deep breaths in. The cool air felt fantastic. Another
thing that it used to take as granted that became a privilege for it. HE
pulled the sticky hoods of their head and it could not stop itself from
smirking when it saw the piglet's shit covered face. it was sure he blushed
when saw it staring at him. The water spray hit their head making them
grunt from the force of it but it was worth it. When HE decided they were
clean enough, HE unlocked their arms, removed the hooks holding them and
for the first time in a very long time it was able to rest on its back on
its own. It was bliss. The harnesses were removed from their body and both
moan as blood flooded freely up and down their sore limbs, the electro
straps came off next.  its MASTER took the piglet to another part of its
`home', after a bit it heard a door slammed and its MASTER came back on his
own...

"GET UP AND CHANGE CUNT!" it scrambled as fast as it could to get up as
some rubber was thrown at it. Getting out of the skin tight suit was as
difficult as getting in it. By the time it managed to pull it off it was
sweating buckets and panting.  The stinking thick black chaps was greasy
and sticky. It slipped them over itself like a second skin, leaving its
balls hanging low pulled down by the heavy metal band. its MASTER locked
iron manacles on its wrists in its back, hooked the hoist on the spreading
bar and lifted them. As its arms went up behind its back, it was forced to
bend forward until il was staring at its MASTER's cock. it started to drool
like a pathetic hungry bitch as HE locked a heavy metal collar around its
neck and iron ankles cuffs on a spreading bar. HE locked elbow cuffs on its
arms in its back pulling them closer. it could still move its feet a bit to
gain some balance, but even this small liberty vanished as a chain was
locked to the ring on the metal ball band and chained as short as possible
to the floor. it was forced to squat down pulling on its arms, presenting
its fuck hole as HE shortened the chain taking any slack away. When its
MASTER seemed satisfied with it, it was totally unable to move up or down
in the heavy unforgiving bondage. it was already feeling its MASTER's cock
buried in its hungry hole, fucking it hard like a good little whore. But it
was not even that. Being treated as a whore would be to good. it kept
thinking it was human in some ways in spite of all what happened to it. And
the metal mouth spreader hinged in its mouth till its jaws were as wide as
possible was another reminder that nothing was its choice.

its MASTER was standing a bit away from it, pulling on his cock, making it
ready for either its holes. it could not take its eyes away from the cock
growing to its full length and girth. it remembered how much it hurt when
its MASTER claimed it and knew that it would not be easier any time
soon. its MASTER came in front of it, HIS cock so close to its open mouth
that it could smell it. it pulled its tongue out reaching towards it and
got a massive slap. its MASTER grabbed its collar tight. "YOU! DO! NOT!
MAKE! ONE! FUCKING! DECISION!" A hard slap landing on each cheek in turn
after each word. By the time its MASTER stopped its face was soaked in its
tears and its face was on fire. Don't even fucking deserve my cock. HE
grabbed a large bottle and started to pour its content in its
mouth. JLUBE. Better hold it, grease hole. And HE had an evil smile and
look in his eyes as HE pushed his already big cock inside a fucking nasty
cock sheath: a solid rubber cock covered in beads. HE wasted no time in
greasing it with the lube in its mouth, making sure it was covering it all
pushing it deep in its hole. No, in the grease hole. Then HE walked behind
it and started to fuck its hole with the nasty sheath over his cock. The
beads were as fucking nasty as looked. The monster was opening its hole
like if it was covered in claws. it had fucked up and it was getting a
nasty fuck for its stupidity. The metal restraints kept it in place like a
pig at the slaughterhouse. its MASTER was slamming his covered cock deep in
its hole again and again and again. Even its moans sounded pathetic with
the lube gagging it. In its mind, it was screaming its head off. The
assault seemed to never stop. its MASTER greased the sheath a few more
times pushing it deep in its throat, making it gag, making it fight for any
air in its lungs. it knew that its MASTER could have fucked it without any
lube, but it was a grease holder. And its sick mind saw itself as the
club's grease holder for MEN's cock. Not to get fucked, just a commodity.

And as the chains held it in place it had to concentrate on keeping its
head up under the weight on the collar. And the longer it got fucked, the
heavier the collar got. it had to jerk up few times as the lube threatened
to drip on the floor. Then its arms, its balls, its jaws joined in the pain
it felt in its fuck hole and neck. it was like a fire taking over its
body. A fire fuelling its depraved lust. Making its dick hurt too from
frustration. its pathetic dick hard around the thick clamped catheter still
in its dick. it jumped as from behind, its MASTER grabbed its hard dick
with his hand in a greased rubber glove. HE rubbed the grease all over the
pig's dick. Making it even hotter, it was fucking BURNING. It wasn't grease
but deep heat cream ans as it soaked in its kin, it was setting it on
fire. its MASTER moved to its balls and coated them in a thick coat of
burning cream. it wanted to scream but the grease was as efficient as a
solid gag. The rubber gloved hand was replace by a wet cloth. Not to clean
the cream away. it knew that there was nothing worst than water on deep
heat and the fire in its skin reached a new intensity. Silent tears
streaming down its face, it dick hard from the pain and the rough fucking.

it was a pain pig. it craved for hurt. And tears were a reward. NO IT DID
NOT WANT THAT.  HE WAS A MAN!

Useless anger, it laughed at itself, how pathetic could it get. Lost in its
thoughts (again) it has not realised the fucking at stop. But it was
quickly brought back to its senses when its MASTER started to slap its face
hard with the rubber monster still on his cock. He was swinging it left and
right, hitting its face, rubbing it over its lips, pushing it deep in its
throat, feeding it the lube. « CLEAN IT CUNT. » it sealed its lips on
rubber and started sucking on it, licking it up and down, feeling the rough
beads on its tongue. When satisfied, its MASTER pulled it off his dick and
threw it in a pool of piss of shit before releasing it from the chain you
got five minutes to clean your mess cunt. And before its MASTER took to
steps, it grabbed the hose and started to clean the filthy mess on the
floor into the drain. it was fucking grateful that the chain still locked
on its balls allowed it to reach the hose. it washed the rubber and spread
it to dry. Moving around with the spreading bar still locked on its feet
made it even worst. Five minutes is nothing. its MASTER came back, released
the chain from its balls, pushed it on the drain, removed the liquid from
the catheter ballon and pulled it out. it forced it jaws shut to stifle it
scream. its piss shooting out of its dick full blast. At least it got some
relief...

its MASTER marched it across the garage (dungeon? home?) and pushed it down
on the sling. He removed the cuffs on its wrists and ankles replacing them
by suspension restraints. HE locked its wrists to the chain, forcing it to
raise itself off the sling just enough for when it laid down again, its
arms were taut as much as possible, soon followed by its ankles. A thick
basic rubber hood was pulled over its head, the metal collar was replaced
by a posture collar forcing its head up. its MASTER wanted it to watch. And
the perpetual smirk on his face as HE forced a huge ball gag in its mouth
promised a hard time for the pig.

its MASTER pulled a small table next to the sling, only for it to see what
was on it. But it had not much time to stare at the toys on it. its MASTER
was pushing a big electro massager up its fuck hole. It was slightly bent
to reach its prostate for sure, and the metal band on the outside would
deliver the electro. it started to sweat. Next a ball weight with wires
attached to it was locked around its balls, a rubber sack was pulled over
its balls with the metal discs at the bottom pushing in its skin. A tight
thick electro metal ring was placed just under its glans, a rubber harness
with three balls and a urethral piece pushed inside its dick was placed
over its glans. Just the thought of the electro delivered through all that
made it shake even more. its MASTER clamped heavy duty jump-start clamps on
its tits. it nearly pissed itself at the thought of electro being sent
through them as the curved ends bit in its tits behind the thick ring. it
could see through its tears its MASTER smiling as HE held the clamps
up. There was no wire coming from them. it would have kissed its MASTER's
boots, it was so grateful for that...

That was short lived.

The high level shocks sent trough its balls and cock made it scream again
and again. The shocks were constant, frying the base of its balls, then the
side of them through the metal weight, moving up to the glans ring then to
the balls resting on it and to finish inside its dick. The pattern started
to change moving at random from one spot to another, two different ones at
the time, three together to finally get to the worst: all of them together
as the electro moved to the next level. When that happened, it could not
stop itself from pulling on its arms and legs, arching its body away from
the sling. it did not realised what was happening immediately, it took it a
long time as it recovered from the first shocks. its MASTER started the
electro straight on a high setting. its pathetic knew that was torture and
it stayed soft. it tried to grow hard but the bites of the electro beat it
down to a pulp as if it was trying to escape from the electro touch. Every
thing was secured on its balls and dick. Then the electro started to fade
and finally stopped. its dick started to grow hard, and this time it kept
getting hard. its foggy mind realised that its fuck hole was sort of
stroked, the electro massager was buzzing against its prostate and electro
waves was sent up its hole. The control box was set on orgasm... it started
to pant as the pleasure started to build in its balls, it looked at its
dick jumping up and down from the feeling in its arse, it was jerking in
the sling, making the clamps on its tits shake, sending wave of bearable
pain in them. Just enough pain to make it even harder. The build up in its
balls could only end with it blowing its cum in utter lust. FUCKING
WRONG. The electro shocks, this time higher than the previous torture hit
it full blast and its screams mixed with its cries of denied orgasm filed
the room.

its MASTER grabbed a chair and just sat, watching it tortured no end,
stroking his cock.

The electroshocks stopped, the arse stroking started again. it was as it
was fucked by electro. Waves and strokes hitting its prostate. This time
its dick reacted quicker to the pleasure electro. And it was breathing hard
as it felt that this time it would cum. WRONG. its screams and moans kept
getting louder. Torture and pleasure taking over its body in turn. Then the
worst happened. Both attacked it at the same time. The electro on its
prostate and in its fuck hole building up as the electro shocks all over
its groin kept its dick soft.

Then it happened. From the maddening stimulation, its cum leaked, FUCKING
LEAKED out of its soft dick. No mind blowing orgasm, no screams of
pleasure. Only tears of frustration as it watched its cum pooled out of its
limp dick. As it recovered, its MASTER got up, walked to its side, rubbed
its wasted cum in its skin before returning to his seat.

The stimulation up its fuck hole started again. its mind just blew!!! it
was going to get milked again. Knowing what would happen did not bring any
comfort. And when the shocks started to bite into its groin it was howling
with all its strength. Making its MASTER hard as fuck.

it took a longer time for any cum to leak out of the second time. More the
third time. And barely a drop escaped its dick the fourth time. Every
milking took its toll on it and by the fourth, it was totally exhausted. it
seemed to be a perpetual state for it. Either horny, hurting or
exhausted. it was bracing itself for the cycle to start again but instead
it felt its MASTER next to it. HE removed the clamps on its tits and
grabbed them both mashing between its finger as the blood rushed back in
its sore flesh. it just screamed, arching its body. How fucking useless
that was, HE pulled it up by its tits, spreading them and just let them go,
dropping in it back on the sling. Without a pause HE grabbed a large tube,
placed it over one tit and pumped the air out pulling its tit up the
tube. It quickly felt as if its tit was pulled off its chest. Then HE did
the same to the other one. it could only stare at the two bits of flesh
pulled up the tubes making it look even more like a freak if that was even
possible. The metal rings in its tits felt huge but it knew that they would
get bigger for real soon. it just didn't know how soon.

it was left alone a very long time in the sling for a very long with only
its thoughts to keep it company. it was torturing itself thinking about
what would come. Many times it scolded itself for too much thinking but it
could not help it. it tried to listen for any sounds but there was only
silence. its tits were getting very sore by the constant sucking on
them. it felt lie there was a mouth sucking on each. it smirked thinking
about to pigs kneeling on its sides ans making its tits grow for more
abuse, for a bigger ring in each.

its MASTER moved near its head making it jumped in the sling as it didn't
him approaching. HE pulled its gag out. it tried to work on relaxing its
jaws but the fat cock pushed deep in it stopped it from getting a
break. The piss just flowed inside its throat. A fucking huge load of
it. its MASTER pushed his cock deeper and deeper as HE pissed. its airways
were sealed and it started to panic and it trashed trying to get air in. A
slap to its face stopped its fucking nonsense. So it just swallowed as fast
as possible. And it gasped as its MASTER pulled his cock out. Next HE
removed all the electro from its body and released it from the sling
pulling it up.

"You fucking cunt. You think i can't see how you look at me. Want to take a
punch at me fucking cunt? GO ON! GIVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT! NO? Fucking piece
of shit. "

it had to bite its tongue to stop itself from speaking. it knew that was a
bait it'd better not take. its snout flared like a fucking bull ready to
charge, making its MASTER laugh as HE pulled the hood from its head, the
sweat mixed to the tears soaking its face. But at no time did it drop its
head. it kept its eyes on its MASTER part in defiance part in
acceptance. HE was its MASTER.

And HE was taking out to town.

First, it was handed the spiked cock and balls separator it was made to
lock on itself the day it was claimed. And without a word, it locked it on
the smallest setting, the pins digging in its stretched skin. A moan
escaped as it pressed the final stud. But it didn't have much time to
adjust as it was handed the large plug it pushed up in the fuck hole in the
pub's toilet. it slipped up its hole so easily that it blushed remembering
how tight it was the first time. it gasped as the tubes on its tits were
removed leaving two stubs sticking out of its chest like small
breasts. This time it felt the heat on its cheeks as its MASTER laughed at
it.  A stinking black thick rubber t-shirt was next followed by piss
stinking yellow football socks, rubber wadders and a nasty smelling brown
and yellow tracksuit. it must have looked like a fucking freak with the
tattooed mohawk on its head, the thick ring in hanging from its snout.

it followed its MASTER to the garage next door.

And out on the street.

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