Mating with Useless Slaughter Pigs
".....!!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥"
I let out a piggish squeal, screaming like a hog in the slaughterhouse. But unlike usual, I couldn't even tell if my voice was coming out right. Earplugs stuffed my ears, a blindfold covered my eyes, and my stumps—bound in unbreakable hellsteel—left me helpless. The humans were tormenting me in a whole new way. Truly, human creativity knows no bounds.
Nothing to hear♥ Nothing to see♥♥♥ Just the filthy stench of the pigsty♥♥♥ My pussy dripped with arousal, slick juices trailing as I crawled through the muck. To endure days in this state without fucking a pig? Impossible♥ Utterly impossible♥ I groped blindly around the pen, sniffing for a boar. With no sight or sound, smell was all I had. I snuffled like an animal, inhaling the reek of livestock shit and piss, laced deep with the males' pheromones.
In my old life, it would've turned my stomach. But my brain broke long ago, and now it felt subtly addictive.
—Feed yourselves from the floor. It's scattered amid their shit. Perfect for a pathetic broodmare like you.
I shoved my nose into the filth, desperately trying to identify the feed. I tried my best, but I'd never seen or heard of pig chow in my life—what the hell was it? The aphrodisiac pumping through me, combined with the pheromone-soaked pen, scrambled my mind. I couldn't tell shit from feed anymore.
I want to fuck a pig. Fuck a pig. Fuck♥ Fuck♥ Fuck♥ Fuuuuck♥
But the maid might be watching any second. Or maybe she'd left by now, minutes ago. Or perhaps she was still spying. It was driving me insane. I craved sex, craved mating, but getting caught could mean no more fucking ever—total lockdown. The most horrific fate imaginable. A lifetime in chastity belts, controlled♥ Taxidermied and displayed in a museum♥ Anything but that. I mashed my face into the shit-smeared floor and chewed something—pig dung or feed, who knew. Real-time degradation, my humanity sinking to livestock levels. Blind and deaf in this sty, scarfing shit-mixed slop—it hit home. I was livestock now. Only my heaving tits reminded me I was once human.
My mouth must reek like rot. No one would fuck me now. Normally, teeth would blacken, decay, disease would set in—but the goddess's perfect body wouldn't allow it.
As I munched the feed, heat surged hotter. Ah♥ They laced the feed with aphrodisiac. So cruel♥♥ So cruuuuel♥♥♥ No way I can endure this♥♥♥ Vile juices gushed from my cunt. My only senses left: smell and raw bodily feeling. Legs twitching uselessly, I fought the pleasure—then something wet slapped my pussy. I jolted in shock.
Wh-what?! I scrambled forward to escape, but pigs crowded everywhere. Pigs here, pigs there. Trapped amid the meaty, broth-stinking beasts, movement was impossible. Last I'd checked, there were just over twenty. And this pen barely fit them. No escape.
Again, something slick nudged my slit. A snout? Was it sniffing my pussy, checking if I was fuckable? My heart pounded. I desperately wanted to mate. But permanent denial terrified me more. No♥♥ Noooo♥♥ Stay back♥♥ We can't mateeee♥♥ I squealed and thrashed desperately, signaling refusal—but pigs don't understand. Hell, with these earplugs, I couldn't hear if I was even making noise. My own screams were godly-level blocked. If only something broke—I'd regenerate. But intact and restrained, I was powerless.
The boar slowly pinned me. I resisted, wriggling pathetically across the dirt, but other pigs blocked me. The wall loomed. No♥♥ Noooo♥♥♥ Jump, gotta jump♥♥ Come on♥ Fight, meeee♥♥ I flailed like a piglet, trying to leap. But the wall was absurdly high. No mere pigpen—this was a prison built to punish me.
Aaahhhh♥♥ It's innnn♥ The boar's corkscrew cock speared my pussy. Long, helical, it plunged deeper than any dick before—tickling my womb. A shiver wracked me. This world brimmed with new horrors.
Its shaft twisted deeper, teasing my cervix. I writhed frantically. Good♥♥ So good♥♥ But no more♥♥ Can't get caught by the maid♥♥ This felt like risky outdoor play—thrill of exposure, of maybe already being watched. I screamed amid the illicit rush.
Sluuuurp. The cock burrowed to my womb's depths. Unlike porn, breaching the cervix was agony. In my old world, shock death. I gaped my mouth, surely howling oiiiink♥♥♥—ugly pig noise. No sound reached me, but throat vibrations confirmed it.
The boar didn't thrust. Its embedded helical shaft just rotated, drilling subtle pleasure. Ah♥ Ahhn♥ Ahaha♥♥ A deranged giggle escaped. Like a weak drill in my cunt. Once you knew this sex, human vanilla was ruined. (Though goblin limb-severing violence ruined me first.) No time for regrets now.
No escape, no resistance. So I embraced it—wiggling my hips, focusing on bliss. Then the rotating cock pulsed. Five minutes in? Already cumming? Pigs unload massively, I'd heard. Heart racing, I awaited it.
Deep in my womb, ejaculation began. Ugh. Uuuugh?!♥♥ Like molten slime pouring in—scalding, vital sperm swarming my womb and tubes. I could almost feel them wriggling. This alone might make me cum.
But pig loads don't end there. Old-world knowledge: nearly 300ml. And this world? Goblins and humans shot multiples. Pigs too. The boar shuddered, cock swelling. Chills ran my spine. That was just precum—foreplay.
I instinctively tried pulling off, but the helical grip held fast. W-wait♥ Sudden pressure crushed my lower belly—like vacuum in my womb. Then the real ejaculation hit. Immense density, high-pressure semen blasting like a drill. It hurts! Huurts♥♥ Excruciating. Needle-thin jets pierced my cervix like a power tool. Pigs cum for thirty minutes, I'd read. Endure this for half an hour?!
I bucked wildly, but the cock stayed lodged. It hammered my walls relentlessly. I clenched my teeth through the pain. Stomach bloated with heat and force, womb sagging, nausea rising. The slop I'd eaten surged up. Vomit it out♥ Just ate it, spew it all♥♥ I retched, smashing my face into the dirt. Now my beauty queen face was slathered in puke, shit, and filth.
The pinnacle of degradation for the world's perfect woman♥ Pure ecstasy. In this moment, I was the happiest meat sack alive♥ Future be damned. Just this bliss. Happy. Happy. Happy. Born for this. Lived my pathetic past life for this. Heart-eyes in my mind, I dunked my face in the muck trough. Vomit, foreign pressure, womb crush—air starvation felt divine. I laughed, forehead grinding dirt.
Whatever now. The goddess will fix it. She won't let my life end here. She'll let me become the ultimate worst/best fuck-meat byproduct. I know it. Her alien malice is etched in my heart. So I welcomed the pig cum fully. Personality-bottomed humiliation never gets old. Fresh every time. Crushed by goblins, limbs severed, choking sewage—all peak misery♥
The boar finished and withdrew. Hips twitching greedily, I waited for the next to claim me.