Female Elf♡ Shota Pig Ravages Her Dignity, Life Ends as Onahole (Part 1)
Lena opened her eyes.
"............Wha.....tong...?"
A stinging pain radiated from her tongue. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn't form properly. What happened? What the hell happened? Lena quickly recalled the memories. Learning hypnosis magic and pleasuring herself. Then ambushed from behind, losing her virginity, raped by the pig until she suffocated and blacked out.
".......Th...thongue....?"
She couldn't pronounce anything right. This was beyond ruining conversation—it meant she couldn't cast spells. Spell incantations required precise tongue work for all those rolled consonants. A fatal crisis.
But Lena didn't give up. She wriggled desperately, yanking at the ropes binding her limbs like a pinned insect. Sturdy as hell. If they were rotten, she might've slipped free. After a few futile struggles, the baby pig that had violated her waddled in.
Lena shot him a glare loaded with raw fury, but it melted into terror. He clutched an array of torture tools—pincers of unknown purpose, needles, a basket, a glass jar. And a whip.
"Ah... aaah...."
Bad news. She had to escape. Lena twisted her body, but it was useless. The baby pig stared with eyes brimming with rage and lust, pure sadistic glee. A chill slammed into her.
The carefree elf who'd once reveled in her indulgences was gone. Naked, her massive breasts, vulnerable belly, womb, and the slit and asshole between her thighs laid bare and defenseless—Lena was nothing but a female now.
The pig raised the whip and swung.
Snap! The crack echoed as it struck her belly and thighs.
"?!~~~@!#$@"
The searing pain made Lena clamp her lips tight. She clenched her fists until blood welled from her nails, head bowed, enduring.
I have to... hold on somehow. If I endure, a chance to fight back will come. Master Rin might notice something's wrong and come save me.
Lena's pride was too towering for despair. She'd overcome this, kill the pig, survive. And use this as a lesson to grow stronger.
Or so she thought—until the second lash shattered it.
The air ripped with the swing. Not thighs or side this time. Higher. Breasts. Nipples. The whip's barbed tip sliced into the soft fatty mounds, blood erupting on impact. Then it caught a nipple, unleashing agony several times worse.
"Gaa....aaaaaaaahhhhh!!"
It hurt. Hurt too much to stifle the scream. But the worst was knowing this was just the beginning. To suffer this humiliation from a brainless pig barely half her height.
The fresh humiliation, defeat, despair, pain—Lena's head burned like it might explode. Another strike to the breasts.
"N-nooo....! Ugh?! Uguuuuuuuhhh!!!"
Tongue mangled, she couldn't even beg properly. Another direct hit to the tits. Lena shuddered violently, thrashing like a madwoman. No barbs, so no new blood, but the flesh swelled grotesquely. The proud naked elf flopping like a shrimp on a hot grill—it had the pig cackling.
Another lash. Blood sprayed from the struck flesh. No technique, just brute whip force. Excruciating. She'd prided herself on enduring hardships as an adventurer elf, but this soul-crushing torment stripped away all dignity. Lena writhed in agony, face forgotten.
Creak. Creak. Thud! Thud! She thrashed with all her might to break free.
Crack! Not the ropes—the wall anchor crumbled.
Lena seized the gap, straining her last free arm—but.
"Ah......?! Nooo!! Don' cum clothe!!"
The pig wouldn't let that slide. Ignoring her struggles, he swapped the whip for a wooden club and smashed her belly.
Thud. Lena spewed air. Her gut turned crimson, and an unimaginable cramp shook her core—did it hit her womb? Her will shattered; the pig clubbed her repeatedly.
"Guh! Gack! Gack!"
Like livestock in training, Lena made pathetic noises, body quaking. The pig rebound her arms behind her in a tight hogtie. She'd lost all strength to resist.
"Hah.....hah.....hngh...."
Pride and poise in tatters. But begging the pig? No point—it wouldn't spare her. Lena just breathed, figuring stillness was best.
Naive. The pig hooded her head with a cloth sack, like trash bag over her skull, cinched tight at the neck. Then he stuffed her into a pit. Child-sized, he grunted with effort, but elves were light for their build—he managed.
(Lena didn't know, but this was an old sewer drain for food scraps and filth. Pigs had cleared it long ago; now just a human-sized hole.)
"?!Wha...wha...mmph....wha you doin'.....!? Don'! Mmmph!!"
Something poured into her mouth. Revolting, oily sludge. Oil? No...
P-pee?! You dare piss on me?! Can't breathe! Rip off this cloth! Drowning in piss?! I don't wanna die like thiiiis!!
Too late—she realized, flailed. Should've resisted to the death. But crammed in the tight pipe, limbs bound, only head shakes left.
"Mmph!! Mmmuuuugh!! Guuugh!!"
Did she know how much care she'd lavished on this skin? And now that filth soaked her bleeding wounds. A century of effort crumbling to this lowly pig.
Where'd he get the piss? A whole basket—he dumped it in. Lukewarm pig urine: Lena's nightmare. She gulped to survive, retched at the taste, shook. Cloth dripped, stench lingered. Leftover piss splashed her back.
Kekekekeke. Pig laughter from above.
Outrage at the absurdity boiled in her. She'd done him a favor, right? An elf's body was fortune for trash like him. Repaying kindness with enmity—what a bastard.
Lena nursed seething hatred, straining her core to rise. One kick: nosebleed, collapse.
"Gubehk?!"
Punishment for resistance—he pinned her neck, poured more vile liquid from somewhere.
"Nooooooo!! Oguh!! Gurrrrgh....glug! Pff! Puh! Mmph! Haa! Hek!! Efffuugh!! Oek!! Eeeeeek!!"
Torrents flooded her mouth. Lena convulsed, but the clogged sewer made it futile. She drank and vomited—green bile mixing with piss, a horrific reek. Breathing impossible.
Anything! Rape me instead!! This is too much!!
She wanted to beg for rape. But couldn't even voice consent. No autonomy, no say—this eroded her will. Her existence felt denied.
Her beauty: face, long legs, elegant curves, huge tits (which she disliked). Human men would've swooned. But this pig doused her in filth, whipped her.
Lena trembled in despair, her purpose destroyed, pain and panic overwhelming.
"Grhyaah?! Hek!! Hee! Heok! Heuk! Heuk! Hngh!!"
Her neck yanked up. Pig hoisted her by the throat. Ripped off the hood.
Lena gulped clean air. Pig slapped her cheeks—smack! smack!—move faster.
"Eek!?"
Absurd, but she got it, flipped over. From belly-up to ass-high, face-down. Massive tits squished into the floor. Piss pooled below. Not drowning me now, right?
Pig's hand on her ass. Finally... Relief, almost. Better than torture—get raped, wait for Rin.
Her pussy and asshole twitched eagerly, pathetically.
But the pig exceeded her nightmares. He stuffed something into her pussy.
"Hng....hngh...?! Wha...this...? M-mag...?! No, nooo!! Wai-wait pwease...no, in my, my pu-thy?! Aaaah!! No! Eee?! Eeeeeeeek!!!"
Prostrate and bound, no resistance. Dozens, hundreds of tiny maggot-like worms wriggled into her cunt.
Utter terror gripped her. She'd trade anything to escape this. Ultimate panic.
Her pristine pussy—only her fingers had entered, always fresh-scented—now crawling with maggots.
Gross! Gross! Gross! Gross! Gross! Gross! Gross!
Brain blanked. Gotta remove or infection. Pussy ruined. But immobile. What do? What do? What do?
Terror spasmed her walls, clench-release, feeling every wriggle. Precious depths infested, tiny legs kicking inside.
Itchy. Scary. Painful. Ticklish. Revolting.
The baby pig pulverized her elf pride in ways unimaginable, then shoved his cock in.
Crunch♡ Cruuunch♡ Thick, rigid pig dick pulverized the worms. Yellowish guts and shells smeared deep inside, some into her womb.
"................!!"
Revulsion choked her scream—excited pig pinned her head. No sound escaped.
(Lena didn't know: pig's kinky sex trick. Hell-maggots secreting itch and aphrodisiac. Normally extracted, but pigs use live. Reasons: prey's screams fun. And worm bits, fresh slime, crunchy shells perfectly stimulate pig cock.)
Pigs had more twisted games. To Lena's life termination: just over 3 hours left.