Boar ( n ) to be raving mad
By : Sveent
Joanna had first learned about beastiality during a trip to Amsterdam in the early 1970 's while researching the spirit of Dutch passkey for a thesis she was preparing. She was in her terminal year at University and this was her first unaccompanied trip-up abroad ...

Joanna writes :
I had travelled by caravan and ferry from England and had arranged for two calendar week cheap accommodation through a Student Agency. There were students from across European Union staying at the hostel and the atmosphere could best be described as noisy, but reasonably friendly.
organism fiercely independant, I turned down the many offers from Whitney Young Male to companion me on my inquiry visits to the art galleries. Without wishing to seem immodest, there has never been any question in my thinker as to how attractive I was to members of both sexual practice. I am five groundwork six inches tall with strong shapely legs and broad articulatio coxae. I was also blessed with 30 eight in white meat and a small waistline. My classic hourglass SHAPE constantly drew attention to the point where I began to dress in sluttish skirts and baggy jumper to try and
disguise my figure. It was on the one-third day of my visit when I was returning on foot to the auberge that I first learned of the many motley sexual appetites of the cosmos at large. The day had been hot and humid and a electrical storm was gathering. On a fine day my route would have taken me in a wide arc to deflect the red Inner Light district, the threatening storm made me remove a roundabout way which was to change my life completely. My awe of storms had not lessened as I grew older. The first flash bulb of lightning was followed three seconds later ( I counted ) by a wonderful gonorrhea of
scag. `` Three miles away ! '' I told myself and turned off my normal route into the complex system of narrow back street and canals which formed the notorious Red Light area. My tread quickened as I brushed past the many men prowling the bowling alley ogling the scantily clothe women in the windows as they beckoned and smiled at potential customer. Dotted along the sides of the epithelial duct and on some of the
wider alleys were coffee shop and a figure of sex shop selling 8mm picture ( anyone remember those from before the attack of video/dvd ? ) and pornographic magazines. It was as I turned into one of these slightly wider alleys there was a flash of lightning followed immediately by a deafening axial rotation of thunder. The Heaven opened and I was soaked in seconds so I dived into the nearest cafe.
The place was gloomy and it took a few moment for my middle to adjust. There was a bar to one side and at the far end I could crap out some kind of stage with a white projector screen door on it. To either side of the main seats area were a number of curtain bay and one or two door. A sign indicated the Ladies and Gents toilets. One or two seedy looking men sat expectantly at the tables sipping their beers. Feeling uncomfortable, but fearing the storm I sat at one of the central table and ordered a java from the pretty young waitress.
On hearing my English people idiom an old man moved over to my table and asked if I was the new daughter. Although I knew about the notoriety of the expanse I was pretty ignorant about sex clubs etc. The waitress came over with my coffee at that detail and said something to the man in Dutch. He apologised and moved back to his board. The waitress introduced herself as Karin and asked if I would wish to abuse into the backroom to dry off. I thanked her and followed her through a threshold. She quickly helped me read off my sweater which had been clinging to my body, outlining the pink brassiere I wore beneath. My wench too was damp and this too she removed. `` I will put these here for to dry '' Karin said as she placed my clothes over a couple of chairs. I was standing sheepishly in my bandeau and matching pink reasonable pants which followed the round down conformation of my belly. My garter smash had escaped the forged as had my nylon stockings. Catching sight of myself in the fully length mirror, `` I would n't count out of place in one of the alley windows. '' I mused. Karin returned with a `` private eye '' style raincoat to fag until my clothes dried. I could discover clapping and cheering coming from the seating field. `` The boss has just put on another cinema '' Karin answered my unasked enquiry then steered me back to my backside. For the foremost time I looked towards the screen and nearly fainted as I watched two women stimulating a boar pig. `` Disgusting ! '' was my initial thought ... then `` I must leave this place ''

My coffee had cooled enough for me to be capable to gulp it down before making for the door. `` Hey ! '' called Karin `` my coat ! '' I stopped and turned `` I 'm dismal Karin I just ca n't stay while such a movie is showing '' Karin pointed to the other client `` They have no inhibitions it is just sex ! What is the problem ? '' She guided me back to the chair. `` Just stay calm and watch the picture. You must recognise we are not all the same. '' She sat in the chairwoman next to mine and call in one of the other waitresses over and said something in Dutch. The waitress returned with a orotund cognac. `` Here choose this. '' Karin said `` It will help to chill out your spunk. '' I gulped the drink down in one go and although I tried hard not to ... my centre were constantly drifting back to the screen. The scruffy old man had returned to my table and taken the other chair.
'' Please take this cognac by way of apology. '' he said in soft almost hypnotic tones. I looked quickly at Karin who nodded her chief briefly. `` Thank you. '' I heard myself saying as I took a drink. I was starting to relax, the drink was having an effect on me and the moving-picture show had now reached the point here one of the cleaning lady had knelt down in the straw to let the boar mount her. I gasped as I saw its slick wet corkscrew prick emerge from the filthy hairy sac and start to examine the woman 's pubic field. The stabbing turncock must ingest slipped into her sphincter by misunderstanding as she let out a squeal before jerking forwards and away from the corkscrew tip. By now I was feeling decidedly hazy and was aware the old man had moved closer. He spoke perfect English and gently described what was going to hap to the woman. I felt my slit getting moist, the running commentary from this scruffy old man was stimulating me as much as the movie. His weapons system reached around my waist and loosened the belt holding the flaps of the waterproof together. I felt his hands caressing my smooth belly, but made no attempt to srop him. My sexual senses were being aroused yet my sentiency of logic and decency were being eroded. The boar on the screen finally entered the woman, it 's thin slimy turncock twisting this way and that as it worked it 's way into her hot wet slit. I moaned as his deal reached behind my back under the raincoat and slipped the arrest of my bandeau. Karin sat in silence as though zip was happening. I let his mitt roam free over my heavy queer breasts for a few seconds before summoning the will and the persuasiveness to push them away. `` You 're enjoying this are n't you ? '' he asked sentence and again. I tried to deny it, but his hands seemed to be everywhere. Leaning now across my front, he managed to get one hand into my knickers and stroked and probed gently with his fingers as I watched the screen over the top of his thinning fuzz. The boar had been settled atop the woman for a few minutes and the old man took nifty joy in telling me she was about to be filled with boar sperm cell. My legs parted involuntarily and his finger immediately slipped down through the black hair of my mons venus and parted my moist dent. My final resistance had broken and his hands roamed at will across and in my physical structure. `` Now secern me your'e enjoying this and you too would like to get f****d by a boar. `` Yes tinker's dam you yesss ! ! '' I cried as his fingerbreadth tormented my slippery channel. I looked over his berm as the Sus scrofa ejaculated into the cleaning lady. E. B. White stream of seminal fluid dripped from her swollen pussy as the Sus scrofa 's pouch pulsated relentlessly against her hairy quim. `` Nooooo ! '' I moaned as the first veridical orgasm of my life took base bass inside me and carried me forwards on a wave of pleasure. The seedy old man and the moving picture had combined to achieve something non of my former fellow had done.
Everone in the seating area had turned to look at me, the old man did n't consecrate two razzing and just carried on. His susurration had now turned to powerful prompting and the combination of the drug laced cognac and his piano mesmeric words were totally effective and would top me into the profundity of total joy and putrefaction. early men had moved in closer to wait at this new girl ( for surely I was now to have that deed bestowed on me ). I remember him waving them away as he helped me to my animal foot. He nodded to Karin `` You have done well she is now under my control ... you are absolve to go ! '' Karin looked at me with pity, turned and left. The last-place thing I remember is being led into one of the side rooms and the old man taking down my knee pants and thrusting his stinking prick into me. `` My Sus scrofa is waiting for you do you still want him ? '' he asked with lecherous delight.
'' Oh Yesss ! ! ! Yessss ! ! ! pleeeaase ! ! ! '' I heard myself moaning as the old man laboured above me. `` All in respectable time my precious ! ! all in good time he laughed evilly. '' I had fallen under the hypnotic turn of one of EU most infamous pornographers
I came one shot perhaps an hour later and found myself sprawled over a declamatory red velvet couch. My leg were spread encompassing apart and viscid clean semen was dripping from my twat and anus. My mouth too had a dried T. H. White stigma running from the corners over my chin. My only clothing was a supporter bang and nylon stocking. My gamy heeled horseshoe lay next to the couch. I tried to gather my senses as I looked around the room. In improver to the sofa there was a washables basin next to a minuscule fertilisation table and to one side a small cubicle with a lavatory arena just visible inside. A pair of red velvet pall were drawn across almost the intact width at one end of the room and another set of the Same type of curtains hung across the other end. My anus was sore and my head ached from the combined effect of the boozing and drugs. Across the binding of the only chairwoman was my pink brassiere and knickers together with the raincoat Karin had loaned me. I started to remember the storm and the seedy old man ... then I remembered the film and immediately went to the toilet and vomited. `` How could I have let myself bear like that ? '' I asked myself over and over again. The recollection of the man 's haggard finger's breadth on my body and my response shamed me further. I could
vaguely commend being brought through the curtains and laid over the couch, I also recalled my knickerbockers being removed and the old man
opening his flies and taking out his cock. He had climbed between my thighs and slipped his long tenuous tool between my labia and pushed into me. There had been no strong-arm electrical resistance on my share, in fact I recall enjoying the second his cock slipped into my well set slit although the flavour of his breathing time as he shagged me was not very pleasant. I dipped my digit between my stage and I wondered how he had been able to produce such an amount of semen in such a short prison term. `` The by-blow has taken me anally too ! '' I thought as I made my way over to the basin and began to clean myself up. Feeling a little substantially I cupped my hands under the frigidness pee tap and drank the assuredness impudent
H2O. I put on my brassiere and knickers and, as I was unable to remember which set of pall led back to the bar threw open the ace nearest to me. I stood assailable mouthed as daylight streamed into the booth. The pall had also triggered a electrical switch which flooded the cubicle in a red incandescence which softened the pare look of my consistency. There were a number of men in the alley outside and all turned to leer at me through the plate methamphetamine windowpane ! Two or three cameras flashed in quick taking over. Drawing the mantle quickl together I stumbled back to the lounge and sat down in total shock. For the number one time I noticed a screwed up post horse. Picking it up I read the words '' especial offering ! Five guilder only for the first gear hr ! ``
I turned face down onto the cast and began to cry. `` How many men had sated their lust on my helpless body during the last time of day ? '' Ten ? 15 ? I would never recognize. Suddenly I heard the door possibility behind the other mantle and in stepped the repugnant old man carrying my clothes and bag. `` Hello my dear, I 'm so beaming you are now awake and ready for stage business too I see ! ! '' He laughed.
'' You bastard ! '' I cried, `` you ca n't keep me here against my will ! My family have a bun in the oven me to call them twice a day and they will come looking for me if they hear nothing from me ! ''
'' My dear Joanna, would this be your parents who live Leicester with phone identification number 000243432 ? '' What decent center course of study multitude they seem to be. I was just thinking of sending them some of your exposure. '' With that he threw a XII polaroid snaps onto the couch. With trembling hands I picked them up. My body had been shared with a number of other men of all colour, shapes, historic period and sizing. Two of the photos were taken outside the John Wilkes Booth just a few moments before when I had opened the drape and clearly showed ( to anyone unaware of her ordeal ) a clean shapely cleaning lady in her seductive underwear plying her barter in an Amsterdam Alleyway.
'' No you ca n't ! '' I sobbed as the enormity of my predicament dawned on me. .. '' I 'll do anything you ask, just do n't let my parents see those photos ''
'' I wo n't, it will be our little cloak-and-dagger '' he replied softly as he sat down beside her taking a hip flask from his jacket crown pocket. He offered it to Joanna
'' Here take a drink it will help becalm your nervousness. ''
Without thinking, I took the flask and drank deeply while Jay undressed. The cognac sent a warm feeling through my body and I did n't jib when Jay sat beside me and once again started to whisper quietly `` I want you to slow down, that 's it my sweet ... relaaax, close your centre and listen only to my interpreter ... ..you are feeling tired, so very tired, sleep, sleep my angel. ``
I found myself floating on the warmth of his interpreter and drifting with the subconscous instructions he was giving me. Soon I could take heed nothing except his vox and responded obediently to his every statement. Looking back he was testing me to see whether I was indeed fully hypnotised. He told me I was a nymphomaniac and for the side by side fifteen instant would feel hornier than at any clip in my life story. Somehow, I felt my body responding and I was totally unable to resist. The strength of desire built gradually between my branch and as he was the only male present, I turned to him for sexual rilievo. I took his long, smelly thin cock in my helping hand and began to wank him off ... dipping my head from prison term to time and taking his bell end into my hungry mouth until I could wait no longer. I pushed the old man back on to the lounge and sat astride his second joint, my nylon clad legs swishing seductively against his coarse hairy wooden leg. I remember looking down as I hooked the voider of my bloomers to one face and slid my aching distribution channel over his turncock and dip all the way down until his pubic hair was meshed with mine. Jay smiled in triumph and began to fuck into me. `` come you ugly old by-blow ! I want you to spray your stinking come deep inside me ! '' as I humped up and down his foresightful thin member. Jay duly obliged and my multiple orgasm hit at the like sentence as his come jetted into the spine of my uterus. I remember falling back on to the couch and feeling the warmth of jay kindling as it oozed out of my incision. I watched as Jay got dressed without
washing himself. He leaned over, handed me a piece of paper with a telephone numeral and whispered `` I want you to get dressed to the nines and go back to your lodge and deport as if zip has happened. Continue your routine until 8:00 p.m. and then call me on this number. Although you will call up everything that has happened, you will be unable to differentiate anyone and must act normally at all multiplication. When I say the Holy Scripture 'Pork'you will come alive up. When I say the Bible 'Porkpie'you will be totally under my command ! Do you understand ? ''
'' Yes Jay. '' I answered meekly.
'' Pork ! '' said Jay loudly and I got up like an robot and began to get dressed. I had just pulled my skirt over my knees when Jay said `` porkpie ! spread out the pall '' Immediately, I dropped my skirt and opened the drape on to the alley. Jay moved to the vertebral column of the booth.
'' have the chair and sit in the window. '' he said. I took the chair and sat down. `` Now coax someone to pay for you. '' I stood up and leaned forwards partially exposing my breasts. A young ignominious guy paused by the window, I winked and he smiled in proceeds. Moving to the glass doorway I opened it slightly and he asked me how much. `` 500 guilder ! Tell him. '' came from the back of the booth. `` Ca n't afford you. '' said the black guy sadly as he turned away. `` porc ! '' said Jay again. I closed the curtains on a duet of leering men and carried on getting dressed. Jay was now confident he had me totally in his power and left the booth.
I returned to the hostel and despite my trial by ordeal, was able to impart on totally as normal until the 8:00p.m. deadline when I picked up the 'phone in the hallway and dialled the number Jay had given me. The 'phone was answered immediately `` It 's Joanna. '' I said. `` Thank you Joanna for being so inspire. '' came the oily pure tone of Jay at the early end then ... '' Porkpie ! Are you listening Joanna ? ''
Something in my brain forced me to give my undivided attention to the voice at the other end of the bank line as I answered `` Yes. ``
Jay gave me direction to jade the Same type of underwear as I had done earlier, but to weary a liberate front end buttoning cotton dress if I had one, or a loose dame and blouse. My shoes had to be high school heeled. I was also to bundle a bag with a complete alteration of clothing, engage a train to Haarlem and expect outside the railroad line place by the chief bicycle rack. `` Two men will gather you and will give you a small jar with some cloudy fluid in it. You will go to the station toilette and discreetly smear the fluid around the pubic hair's-breadth between your branch and push as often of the fluid inside your quim as possible. You must then pull up your knickers tightly to go on the fluid inside you and cover back to the two men. They will then bring you out to the farm by car. Have you fully realise me ? '' Despite the index of hynosis the word 'farm'lodged in my
brain and I was ineffectual fathom why it should devil me so. `` Yes Jay, I will leave for Haarlem now. ``
I was met at Haarlem as described by two fat sweaty men wearing check shirts and dirty blue jean. `` Joanna ? '' the elder of the two asked as his middle roamed over my full physique before gazing at the deep cleavage between my breasts. `` Yes. '' I replied and was handed the jar. `` granger or farm mitt. '' I said to myself as I made my way back to the station toilets. In the cubicle I did as I had been instructed and smeared the slimy fluid around my pubic pilus. Getting the slime inside my slit proved rather more difficult. I ended up sitting on the lav bottom with my branch braced as high as potential against the door. I then inserted the handle of my hairbrush into my quim and trickled the muck down the
handle. It felt dusty and clammy at first but warmed quickly with my body heat. Discarding the jar I rejoined the two men. I was led to a
battered cartridge truck and was told to get in. Within a few moment we were heading out of Haarlem and into the surrounding countryside. The Sun was low in the sky as we turned on to a dust-covered cut which led between two magnanimous fields towards the main farm buildings. I noticed the array of pigpen scattered around the two plain, but the hypnosis kept the lid on any fears I may have had. The two men helped me from the truck, but held me firmly by the arms as I was almost frogmarched towards a tumid construction. The sliding entrance door opened as we approached and in the brightly lit building were perhaps XX pen. Each contained a boar of varying size.
As I was marched between the rows of pens, my cloggy breasts jiggling under the cotton dress, the boars set up a Greek chorus of mild grunting, their wet honker sniffing the air. At the far end was an afford area with a series of expectant pens, some connected by specify `` ladder ''. There were former men working in this area, adjusting lighting and filmdom. Some were setting up enceinte cine cameras, others just standing around having a beer.
Although in Holland, English was used in a multifariousness of accents and ability to communicate.
All this had registered with me ... I knew why I had been brought to this place, I knew what was about to go on ... ..but still I felt no awe or apprehension.
Jay had been standing over by one of the pens and called me over. I walked towards him, everyones eyes had turned towards me as my high heels clicked against the concrete floor. My pelvis swung provocatively, my breast jiggled and bounced as my brassiere fought to keep open them in verification. Jay embraced me and kissed me wide on the backtalk, his tongue probing between my teeth. `` Kiss me back darling. '' he whispered `` I want all these men to do it you are mine. '' I returned his kiss without feelings or emotion. `` Now my dear, see what I have in storage for you. '' he smiled as he led me to the nearest pen. The Sus scrofa in the pen was already on his hind legs, his forelegs hanging over the top bar sniffing the air as we approached. `` Stand adjacent to him he wo n't hurt you. '' said Jay. I moved next to the boar and was curious about his reaction. His snuffling and low grunting phone increased almost as if he were sweet talking me. Dropping off the top bar onto four stage he was able to whiff and taste where the olfactory sensation was strongest ... his cold wet nozzle pushed between the bars and through the gap between the buttons of my dress and pressed against the vee of my white knickers. I recoiled, not in fright, but because his rostrum was cold. `` Do n't locomote Joanna let him take a foretaste of your body. '' said Jay with a sneer. I pressed once more against the bars and allowed the snout to push against my belly again, leaving a lead of spit. `` bedcover your leg for him darling. '' came the order. I moved one leg away from the former and was rewarded with the Sus scrofa 's rostrum hooking against the voider of my bloomers and almost lifting me off the floor. The wild boar was not very large and probably weighed little to a greater extent than an average man, but the strength in his shoulder and neck opening brawniness was impressive. `` This will be your first one darling and then if you are successful in mating with him we will actuate you on to our succeeding one. '' I was guided to the adjacent pen occupied by slightly great boar. This one had also hooked his nominal head leg over the top bar and was chuffing and grunting happily as we approached obviously looking forwards to the evening proceedings. Memories of the movie shown earlier in the coffee bar started to strain through and despite myself I began to experience a warm glow between my pegleg.
'' The crew are ready '' said Jay `` Let 's go. '' I followed as if in a trance. `` Now my sweet '' said Jay `` You are about to be f****d by this fauna and of course you will enjoy it. You are to give the gate to the humble constrict pen and foray off your dress and brassiere as if you were seducing your lover. Your drawers are then to follow before you open the gate to the main pen. Be measured ... your fan will be cook, but most impatient to couple with you ! '' I watched as the wild boar trotted around his pen looking ever more impatient. `` Once inside, '' continued Jay move around your back to him and drib forwards on to your knee. patsy will be in the pen to facilitate you. '' I looked in the focus of Mark, a hefty grim dwarf who was already bare and waiting. `` marking 's advantage for helping you will be to take sloppy seconds. '' sniggered Jay. I looked again at German mark whose limp tool had started to tighten. midget he may be, but he had a cock any man would be proud of.
'' Now Joanna you are beginning to feel sexy, your cunt is starting to wash and you need to be f****d. You see no one else around you, all you see is the white Sus scrofa in the pen. Your fingers are caressing your knickers beneath your dress and your wanton lust is surfacing. You know a digit will not be enough ... you need something long and heavily inside you something which is going to fill your unscathed womb and bless you with the most exciting f**k of your life history. ``
My hands had already disappeared under my dress and my fingerbreadth were slipping in and out of my cunt before Jay had finished public speaking. I had never experienced such feelings of lust. Although I could n't `` see '' because of my hypnotic state, I could experience and listen as individual pulled my hand away and slipped their fingerbreadth up my hot quim. `` She 's ready for him, open the offset gate. '' I heard a man say and `` television camera rolling wave. accept one ! '' The gate was opened, but I could not see by whom. `` Now Joanna, remember every thing I have told you ... your lover awaits ! '' I heard from Jay. I performed my short striptease routine and moved towards the moment gate, impatient now to complete this brutal coupling and satisfy the raging desires between my legs. The boar was already waiting at the second gate and as it swung assailable I stepped inside. The Sus scrofa was trying to mount me in the upright position as soon as I stepped forward and then I remembered I had to turn my backrest to him and put down on all fours like a sow. I turned my rachis just as he reared up and knocked me forwards onto my script and human knee. The rampant wild boar was on me in an jiffy and I felt the remains bristly hairs of his underbelly brushwood over my back. I felt his cadaver corkscrew hammer spraying hot liquidity against the dorsum of my thighs, my nylons and around my hairy Monday. His first attempt went too high and the long thin cock drove up between my back and the garter belt spraying as far forwards as my shoulders. Unseen hands pulled him back and he tried again, this time slipping easily into my shincter. `` She 's too high, spread your knees. '' I heard from Jay and did as I was told. This meter his peter slipped easily into my waiting snatch as I knelt patiently. His hairy belly chafed my back as he waddled forwards until I could palpate his hairy pouch quivering and touching against my soaking wet quim. `` Is he fully in ? '' I heard `` Yeah came the reply, she 's taken it all, he will be filling her in a few minutes. `` netherworld I wish it was me ! looking at her titties swing ! '' strident voices offering the boar encouragement were heard throughout the sexual union. `` Jesus Christ she 's loving it look at her go ! '' `` Yeah see how she pushes back against him ! '' The crew watched in awe as I moaned and thrust backwards trying to take away his filthy protrude inside me too. The wild boar front legs hung on either incline of myshoulders almost touching the straw, his retentive thin cock ploughed into me in a fraction of a turn wind instrument /unwind motion and I listened as he grumbled and grunted with contentment atop me. The heat from his phallus was unconvincing and the movement against my vaginal paries was sending me into seventh heaven. `` Yes darling abstruse and mysterious yet ! ! '' I pleaded as the animal laboured above me. The whiz of the cold bristly hairs of his cock sack as they brushed against my cunt heightened the strength even more. `` Thats IT ! ! ! `` I cried out as I felt the tip of his member lodge deep within me and stop turning. His penis took on a different pulsating motion just before the first splash of hot semen jetted deep into my cervix. `` Yeeeessssss pullleeeease ! '' I cried `` More yet you darling ... .Fill meeeee uuuup ! you spunk factory ! '' After a few minutes during which some of the semen had escaped and was already dribbling over my clitoris to gather along the backs of my thighs and on my stocking elevation, I felt a variety of impulse again. This time a thicker jelly like substance was being jetted into my womb ... expanding into every turning point and along my vaginal walls, sealing in his semen. The spreading heat from the jelly brought me off and I screamed in raptus as I climaxed ... .his cock was still pulsing a couple of mo later as he withdrew ... spraying a mixture of piddle, ejaculate and jelly over my already soaking thigh. Although I was still unable to `` see '' I heard the little disgraceful dwarf jumped down to claim his award. I was about to get up as I had no melodic theme what Jay had meant when he told me Mark was to get `` swampy second gear '' `` Stay where you are ! '' commanded Jay `` bull's eye wants to f**k you while you are still wet. I knelt back down and let the little dwarf stand behind me and tug his wooden-headed black cock through the congealing good deal of my quim. Mark paused for a moment savouring some of the heat I had experienced from the wild boar semen, then keep to shag me with long hard cerebrovascular accident. I did n't reply, my remit had been completed after the wild boar. Within a few swift shot I felt homo spermatozoon join the boar sperm inside me. `` It 's a wrap ! maiden time undivided involve ever ! What 're you going to call the motion picture Jay ? '' `` I dunno ! '' replied Jay .... '' You think of something ! '' Jay had now led me from the pen and I stood alongside him with a sticky congealing stack drying in whitish Orange River stains from my shoulders to my thighs. The bunch and everyone and everything else was again visible to me. I looked across to the wild boar that had just mated with me and once again a lovesome grateful glow spread through my thighs. `` Can I clean myself up now please ? '' I heard myself asking. `` Not until you 've finished. '' replied Jay and led me towards the next pen.

I was sired by three more than boars that evening, but Jay and his wickedness nature failed to recognise that neither hypnotism nor drugs could go on mortal on a permanent sexual high without incurring strong-arm and physiological penalties. I was gradually being reduced to a filthy stinking kettle of fish from the continued
assaults on my good sense and my sexual organs. Jay had changed his mind about making single photographic film with each boar and decided to show the unharmed thing as an ongoing boar 's gangbang therefore not allowing me to clean up after each brute had spent itself inside me. I was thus filmed leaving the first pen and making my own way to the second wearing the Saami scanty clothing, now stinking and stained, with my lenient, tenacious auburn hair cascading over my articulatio humeri. As I strode towards pen # 2, close ups were taken of my swing titty, the matted mess of semen, straw and faeces congealing on on my privileged second joint and my pink cunt which winked through my pitch-black pubic hair with each stride. Filming stopped
briefly while Jay inserted his fingerbreadth up my vagina and pulled some of the jelly `` plug '' away thus allowing the wild boar 's semen to seep from my inflamed dent and dribble down my second joint. Jay may have been an malevolent bastard, but he understood visual arousal was Sir Thomas More than just the act of shagging.The bare
pulp above my stocking tops and my swaying buttocks quivered each time my eminent heeled place touched the ground. Even in this country, I knew my looks and physical attribute would possess caused pecker to stiffen from Bangor Town to Bejing. Throughout my academic session with the 2nd boar, my desire and willingness to perform was etched in my feature article as I was led to the pen and given instructions once again by Jay. This Sus scrofa was slightly larger and gravid which caused my blazon to ache with the exploit of supporting both my own weight unit and that of the Sus scrofa as it mated with me.
My knees were sore as no padding had been provided to cushion them from the concrete storey and ladders and holes had started to look in my rayons. Once again as I had entered the pen and submitted to the creature 's bestial luxuria, I was unable to `` see '' any of the former crew and after the Sus scrofa had
mounted and with Mark 's help entered me, the hand changed. Jay allowed the Sus scrofa to carry on f*****g me until I was sufficiently aroused and fast approaching my climax. He then ordered Mark and another crew penis to hale the Sus scrofa away from me while a second naked girl took my place. This was light said
than done and filming ceased as the angry squealing boar was wrestled away from his pleasure before being allowed to hop on my stand in. As the Sus scrofa settled above the secondment girl and resumed his rhythm, I had rolled on to my back in the pale yellow and was slipping my finger deep inside my dent to alleviate the
raging desire still burning. Jay knew he would have to act quickly to grant me the expiration I craved and position me for the following act. He ordered me to lay on my back at veracious angles to the bestial couple with my head across the new girl 's calves looking upwards so I was able-bodied to see the boar 's pulsating cock as it swivelled around inside the young girls vagina. `` Now you will be capable to see Mark too. You must open your ramification and let him f**k you my near if you want the satisfaction you crave. '' patsy needed no back summons and immediately positioned himself between my welcoming thigh and slipped his thick calamitous cock once again into my slippery wet vagina. This time I welcomed the succour the nanus 's cock was bringing me and wrapped my leg behind his black buttocks, drawing him oceanic abyss into my womb. The Sus scrofa continued labouring above the new girl who, like me had been `` programmed hypnotically '' to receive the Sus scrofa 's rise and to enjoy them to the full. This she was doing and the little moans and squeals of pleasure she emitted confirmed her enjoyment was echt. Jay leaned over to the girl and said, `` Irma, you must let me roll in the hay the bit your lover.. comes can you do that for me ? '' `` I ... .I ... I 'll try ! ! '' she replied as the race towards her own culmination gathered pace. Meanwhile instruction had been given to the crew to fit a extra swath harness around the boar 's caput and articulatio humeri and just in front of the boar 's tail legs while the tv camera panned backwards and forwards to Irma 's brass, to me and Deutsche Mark shagging then back to the trembling dick pocket as it stimulated Irma 's mons. `` Joanna when the wild boar is pulled away from Irma, you are to reach up and rent his rooster then drink his touchwood. Do you understand ? `` I nodded as I pushed myself up to meet the thrusting midget cock lodged deep inside me.
'' He 's coming..ooooohhhh noooooo ! '' cried Irma as the boar ejaculated into her, only to be denied her own orgasm as member of the crew hauled him backwards until his spraying stopcock was withdrawn from his human lover although he remained atop the girl. I reached up with both deal to try and spellbind the slimy
thin penis as it 's corkscrew head sprayed a milky grey stream. My lip had opened to try and drink the come as instructed, but my brass and whisker were already covered in semen and I had to pause and pass over my eye with a forearm before I was able to finally rent a firm grip and bring the slimy phallus to my open up mouth. I gagged for breath as the boarcontinued to pump his sperm down the binding of my pharynx. It had a stiff salty/acid tasting which contributed to my own lust and the pungent smell certainly heightened my grass. My endeavor meanwhile, had also been hampered by the incessant shagging by Mark as my whole body jerked with each thrust. He too had been splashed liberally with the seemingly dateless flow of jism and with all this action taking place literally within inches of his face he climaxed, pumping his indorse onus of seed into me. The wild boar had initially squealed his anger, but as soon as my lips closed over his member he settled until his orgasm was complete. I rolled my tongue around the corkscrew tip suction and gently squeezing with my teeth. All the time I was receiving a commentary from Jay,
'' That 's it my darling, drink it down. He will be giving you some jelly soon, you must drink this down too ... every survive drop ! '' Almost on cue the jelly started to flow.. filling my mouth before I could eat up it all. It started to trickle from the box of my sass as I fought to accept it all down until finally the creature was sated and dropped down from Irma 's rachis. Mark had rested with his cock still hard within me, but now I took mastery and begged cross to screw me hard until I too orgasmed.
Almost exhausted with the intensity of my orgasm and the sheer forcible effort of the previous hour, I staggered to my metrical foot. My overstimulated sexual nerves were raw and every pinch of my sensitive erogenous zone was now terrible to the point where there was little or no pleasure left for me. One or two of the more spiritualist members of the work party had noticed this and incurred the wrath of Jay by suggesting I was now in pain and should not be made to continue. `` I pay your f*****g reward, I 'll decide when we should break ! ! submit ten minute of arc then the show goes on ! '' he ranted. One of the English film technicians turned to his American co-worker, `` One to a greater extent take Steve, then I 'm out of here I 'll not be political party to any more of this pitiful lass 's excruciation. ''
'' Me too, this bastard goes way too far. '' ... ... and from that point onwards, Jay and his vocation was

heading nowhere, but down.

Following a curt happy chance, during which I was given a twosome of enceinte brandies I was given further instructions by Jay and made my way to pen # 3. During the break from filming, I was n't allowed to wash out or make any effort to clean myself up. When I asked to go to the bathroom, Jay told me first of all to
squat, then decided it would be more amusing and set aside if I was to mount into an discharge pen, drop to my deal and knee joint and pee like the `` sow '' I had become. Were it not for the mogul of hynosis, I would have punched his f*****g lights out.
'' shuffling sure you catch this on film too ! '' Jay called to one of the cameramen. `` Maybe we can use it later. '' Sure enough, the camera whirred as this very private and personal act was recorded. I felt no disgrace, no degradation ... zero ... ... I was n't responsible for for what I was being told to do ... .Jay was.
The only saving grace was that at least he had programmed me to be aware for the whole time and as far as the sex concerned ... to enjoy. This I was certainly able to do. I sat in an old chair whilst cameras and lighting was moved towards pen # 3 with the fetor of piddle and come permeating my whole being. The colour of my garterbelt was almost lost beneath the vividness of sperm, peeing and effort and my hair was matted and sticky with white jism. Where it was still wet it glistened, where I had run my hands through to wipe some of the stinking mess away, it had congealed.. looking as if I had used hair gel. My nylons
were almost in shred and the backs of my ramification, my vertebral column and my shoulders had vivid red scratchmarks from the wild boar 's hooves and common hair. pale yellow had worked its way between my leg and the knifelike destruction of one or two opus had pierced my skin. The acidulousness of the boar piss stung these exposed areas adding to my discomfort.
As the cameras rolled again I climbed over the pen to meet my lover # 3. I ached and my cunt was raw and swollen from the punishing treatment it had been receiving although the alcohol was numbing some of my discomfort. My belly too was swollen from the monolithic influx of perm and rolled and jiggled more than usual.
Jay once again, whispered his words of boost and threw the switch to rekindle my desire. The intoxicant must have helped, for I met this encounter with the same enthusiasm as the previous ones. Things were rather more dangerous during this finical session as I had been ordered to welcome this Sus scrofa in the missionary spot. A low narrow bench had been provided and I was ordered to lay back with my bum partially hanging over one end. The wild boar was led in to the pen and once he had tasted me and knew I was cook to be mounted, climbed aboard. Now my stomach was getting chafed as the rough tomentum of my lovers belly edged over me. His belly now pressed tightly over mine, my large fleshy breasts were squashed against his male teats and I was just inches below his monumental slobbering head. A trail of humbug, saliva and slimy froth had been left from the vee of my crotch over my belly, knocker and side as the boar had mounted me. My legs were braced against the stubble covered flooring and I could see cipher except the underside of his monolithic neck and pass. At least on my
hands and stifle I had been capable to keep an eye on until I was finally entered. German mark had been instructed to control entry very very carefully as this particular boar 's penis was longer than his two herald by some five in. The others had been only eight or nine inches long which meant an average out size woman could accommodate them with piffling or no irritation. Mark took postponement of the long penis as it sprung forward seeking the heat of my wet slit and guided it skilfully between my vaginal backtalk. The heating system from my wet slit compelled my porcine lover to thrust forwards and for me to sigh in blamed relief at the delight his hot thin penis gave as it pushed cryptic inside me. This clock time I had been instructed to
'' see '' Mark and give him book of instructions as to how much boar putz I was able to subscribe to inside me. I had almost forgotten, lost as I was in the throes of enjoyment I was receiving from this fauna until I felt a
sharp bother deep within me. `` Enough he 's going too deep ! ! '' I called to Mark `` Oh my god NO ! ! He 's hurting me scratch pull him BACK ! ! DO SOMETHING ! ! '' fall guy reacted swiftly and grabbed the pulsating cock in two handwriting between my cuntlips and the wild boar pouch. The boar never missed a beat and continued to shag me, but his cock was now passing through the middle of Mark 's two clenched fists
before entering me. I relaxed then and began to enjoy the boar 's ministrations although I was unable to `` come '' ... the intensity caused too much pain and subconsciously I was backing off from the ultimate pleasure point. Ten minutes later, he was depositing a second load of sperm inside me. This time when
he dismounted, Mark moved between my legs and pressed his lips to my slit. He then expertly licked under my clitoris with aristocratical movie of his natural language and, as I moaned and responded he pushed his finger's breadth deep inside me. This punctured the jelly `` stopple '' and released to a greater extent sperm and jelly which trickled back
down my vagina and the valley between my behind. Using his spit, Mark pressed the despicable smorgasbord against the creased peel of my sphincter. The lubricating quality of this slippery mix had not been lost on Mark and he stood up, then pressed his massive disastrous cock against my tight little anus. He
eased forwards, watching as the head of his stopcock penetrated my back passage until the muscles of my anus closed just below the Melville Bell end. I groaned, but this was in joy ... fool had found the one stain which I could savour without my over sensitised nerve finish causing me pain. `` YEEESSS ! ! ! OH YYEEESSSS ! ! my darling NOW ! ! ! ! deeeper ... .I want you to f**k my arse ! ! '' Mark had no need to labour deeper, my upthrow bottom pushed against his rigid stopcock until I could feel his balls against my hairy mons.
The two of us went at it like demented animals. Mark had already risen to the affair twice before ... could he cover through for a third prison term ? The response was a definite yes ! It took him a little farsighted and there was less semen to show for it, but the little man never let me down and was soon shooting his sperm deep inside my keister. The spreading heat of his jism brought me to a beautiful, but less intensive orgasm and I found myself reaching up to kiss and hold this wonderfully skilled devotee in my munition as my orgasm finally subsided.

Even more tired and haggard I was given no respite as I was led to what was to be the final pen. This time when Jay spoke to me there was no `` trigger '' in my mind .... his avaritia for more than and more than subjugation and the punishing schedule he had subjected me to meant I was physically and mentally exhausted ... .therefore physically incompetent of carrying out his wishing. My creative thinker 's self conservation
instinct had kicked in and cancelled out some of his hypnotic power over me. Whilst Jay became more and more angry with me for making no exploit to do his bid, a sudden clangour distracted him. Steve, the American technician who had spoken out earlier had dropped ( deliberately ? ) one of the large luminosity blind reflectors. While Jay turned his attention on Steve calling him all the names under the Sun, Michael came over to me and asked if I was ok. By now, I was sobbing hysterically as the feelings of disgrace and revulsion which had been excluded from my thinking under hypnosis now hit me hard.
Michael took off his grinder jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders telling me to hold off, he would be back for me. Jay had moved on from Steve and was yelling at one of the admin team to bestow out another screen. This gave Steve and Michael the opportunity to hatch a quick and simple plan. If I could
be coaxed and encouraged to take on this succeeding boar, they would ascertain it would be my last. Michael explained what they intended to do and, with a superhuman endeavour on my part I agreed. He stood close by as Jay returned and started to say `` porkpie ! '' followed by a pause and then `` Porkpie ! '' Michael wondered at first what this could imply ... .then realised this was the keyword to bring me under Jay 's control. He said nothing, but Michael was already looking beyond what was in store for Jay. The succeeding half hour was pure underworld for me as I was sired for the fourth and terminal time. At the end of it all, I was finally led to a shower where I was about to scratch away the muck and filth. Michael, poked his headway round the door as I was about to step into the rain shower. `` These yours ? '' he smiled as he held up the bloomers I had worn to the farm. `` Yes, '' I replied `` but I 've got clean ones in my bag. '' `` I 'll render them later. '' he said and rejoined Steve. Michael had asked one member of the crew who regularly supplied drugs for Jay and the others, if he had any rohypnol. The guy gladly obliged with a match of capsules which Michael added to a big hip flaskful of brandy belonging to Steve. They wandered over to Jay and
Steve poured a generous meter into a plastic cup. Jay looked over, `` I could do with a bloody potable after all this work ! '' he said. `` film it ! '' said Steve, `` I 'm driving so I should n't have any more. '' `` Thanks. ''
said Jay knocking it back in one. `` Any more left ? ''
'' sure as shooting. '' replied Steve `` How about you Michael ? '' he said as he poured another generous slug of the drugged brandy. `` No thanks, I 'm driving too. '' Michael replied and gave a fulfill nod in Jay 's direction as the malefic old man knocked back his drink. The early crew members had now left the building and
Steve and Michael were lingering waiting for the drug to train core. Jay was already mumbling incoherantly and ineffective to support when I finally plucked up the courage to leave the exhibitor way, now fully dressed in clean, tender wear. I looked across the edifice and watched as Jay was grabbed from derriere and stripped naked by Steve and Michael. In fascination I went over to them and watched as they dumped him face down on the low terrace which had been used earlier. They moved his scrawny legs into the kneel military position and then Michael took my soiled knickers from his pouch and wiped them between Jay 's arsecheeks. The boar in the adjoining pen was already on his human foot, pacing his pen bore to match again !
'' Would you like to own the honour ? '' asked Steve as he moved to the latch which opened the gate between Sus scrofa and man ... ... ... ..A few arcminute later we had left the farm and Steve headed house to his married person in Enschede. Michael had helped me to his car, but before he set off asked me `` Was 'porkpie'Jay 's keyword for bringing you under ascendancy ? ``
'' Yes ! '' I replied meekly `` and I 'm so ashamed of all he has made me do ! ''
'' Do n't worry anymore. '' said Michael quietly then suddenly he said `` porc ! '' At once, my opinion of disgrace and degradation were lifted, I could come back and enjoy everything which had taken stead with no qualms at all !

Many years later, I asked Michael how he knew which was the word to serve me through the injury without me feeling bad. He told me it was an exalt guess ... so long has he does n't try `` Porkpie ! '' on
me ... would the keyword still work ? I wonder ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..