boar ( n ) to be Wild
By : Sveent
Joanna had first learned about beastiality during a head trip to Amsterdam in the early 1970 's while researching the lives of Dutch Masters for a dissertation she was preparing. She was in her final year at University and this was her first unaccompanied tripper abroad ...

Joanna writes :
I had travelled by caravan and ferry from England and had arranged for two calendar week flash accommodation through a student bureau. There were student from across Common Market staying at the hostel and the atm could best be described as noisy, but reasonably friendly.
being fiercely independant, I turned down the many offers from young Male to play along me on my research visits to the art heading. Without wishing to appear immodest, there has never been any incertitude in my mind as to how attractive I was to members of both gender. I am five infantry six in marvellous with firm shapely legs and wide hips. I was also blessed with XXX eight inch boob and a minuscule waistline. My classic hourglass condition constantly drew attention to the point in time where I began to dress in slack chick and baggy perspirer to try and
disguise my figure. It was on the third day of my sojourn when I was returning on foot to the inn that I first learned of the many varied sexual appetites of the world at large. The day had been hot and humid and a thunderstorm was gathering. On a fine day my path would have taken me in a wide arc to avoid the red light dominion, the threatening storm made me take a roundabout way which was to change my life history completely. My fear of tempest had not lessened as I grew older. The first newsbreak of lightning was followed three seconds later ( I counted ) by a enormous clap of
thunder. `` Three Admiralty mile away ! '' I told myself and turned off my pattern route into the complex system of specialize alleyway and canals which formed the notorious Red luminousness arena. My footstep quickened as I brushed past the many men prowling the back street ogling the scantily fit out women in the windows as they beckoned and smiled at potential drop customer. Dotted along the English of the canal and on some of the
wider alleys were coffee shop and a number of sex shop class selling 8mm celluloid ( anyone remember those from before the onset of video/dvd ? ) and pornographic powder magazine. It was as I turned into one of these slightly wider alleys there was a flash of lightning followed immediately by a deafening drum roll of big H. The celestial sphere opened and I was soaked in seconds so I dived into the nearest cafe.
The station was drab and it took a few mo for my optic to line up. There was a bar to one English and at the far end I could pretend out some sort of stage with a Andrew Dickson White projector screen on it. To either English of the main seating area sphere were a number of curtained alcoves and one or two doors. A sign indicated the Ladies and Gents toilets. One or two scruffy looking men sat expectantly at the tables sipping their beers. Feeling uncomfortable, but fearing the storm I sat at one of the telephone exchange tables and ordered a java from the pretty young waitress.
On hearing my English idiom an old man moved over to my table and asked if I was the new missy. Although I knew about the ill fame of the area I was pretty ignorant about sex clubs etc. The waitress came over with my coffee at that point and said something to the man in Dutch. He apologised and moved back to his tabular array. The waitress introduced herself as Karin and asked if I would like to step into the backroom to dry off. I thanked her and followed her through a door. She quickly helped me ask off my sweater which had been clinging to my consistence, outlining the pink brassiere I wore beneath. My bird too was moistness 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 brassiere and matching garden pink reasonable knickers which followed the attack conformation of my belly. My garter belt had escaped the worst as had my nylon stockings. Catching stack of myself in the wide-cut length mirror, `` I would n't seem out of situation in one of the skittle alley Windows. '' I mused. Karin returned with a `` individual eye '' stylus waterproof to wear until my clothes dried. I could discover clapping and cheering coming from the seating surface area. `` The boss has just put on another film '' Karin answered my unasked head then steered me back to my tail end. For the maiden time I looked towards the screen and nearly fainted as I watched two women stimulating a wild boar pig. `` Disgusting ! '' was my initial opinion ... then `` I must go out this post ''

My coffee berry had cooled enough for me to be capable to gulp it down before making for the threshold. `` Hey ! '' called Karin `` my coat ! '' I stopped and turned `` I 'm sorry Karin I just ca n't stay while such a film is showing '' Karin pointed to the other customers `` They have no prohibition it is just sex ! What is the problem ? '' She guided me back to the president. `` Just stick around calm and watch the picture. You must know we are not all the Saami. '' She sat in the hot seat next to mine and called one of the early waitresses over and said something in Dutch. The waitress returned with a large cognac. `` Here take this. '' Karin said `` It will help oneself to lull your nerves. '' I gulped the swallow down in one go and although I tried hard not to ... my eyes were constantly drifting back to the screen. The scruffy old man had returned to my table and taken the other chair.
'' Please direct this cognac by way of apologia. '' he said in soft almost hypnotic tones. I looked quickly at Karin who nodded her head briefly. `` Thank you. '' I heard myself saying as I took a drink. I was starting to loose, the drink was having an effect on me and the film had now reached the head here one of the women had knelt down in the shuck to let the boar climb her. I gasped as I saw its crafty wet corkscrew prick emerge from the filthy hairy pouch and start to probe the char 's pubic domain. The stabbing cock must hold slipped into her anatomical sphincter by misunderstanding as she let out a squeal before jerk forwards and away from the corkscrew tip. By now I was feeling decidedly brumous and was aware the old man had moved closer. He spoke perfect English and gently described what was going to come about to the woman. I felt my slit getting moist, the running commentary from this scruffy old man was stimulating me as much as the film. His arms reached around my waistline and loosened the belt holding the flutter of the raincoat together. I felt his hands caressing my smooth belly, but made no endeavour to srop him. My sexual grass were being aroused yet my gumption of logic and decency were being eroded. The boar on the screen finally entered the woman, it 's lean slimy cock twisting this way and that as it worked it 's way into her hot wet snatch. I moaned as his hands reached behind my rachis under the raincoat and slipped the catch of my brassiere. Karin sat in silence as though nil was happening. I let his script roam free over my heavy exposed breasts for a few seconds before summoning the will and the forcefulness to push them away. `` You 're enjoying this are n't you ? '' he asked clock time and again. I tried to deny it, but his hands seemed to be everywhere. Leaning now across my front, he managed to get one hired 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 large delight in telling me she was about to be filled with Sus scrofa sperm. My wooden leg parted involuntarily and his finger immediately slipped down through the black-market hair of my mons venus and parted my moist cunt. My final opposition had broken and his men roamed at will across and in my consistence. `` Now tell me your'e enjoying this and you too would like to get f****d by a boar. `` Yes damn you yesss ! ! '' I cried as his finger tormented my slippery line. I looked over his shoulder as the boar ejaculated into the woman. E. B. White streams of semen dripped from her well up slit as the boar 's pouch pulsated relentlessly against her hairy quim. `` Nooooo ! '' I moaned as the first substantial climax of my living took rootage deep inside me and carried me forwards on a wave of pleasance. The scruffy old man and the film had combined to accomplish something non of my previous boyfriends had done.
Everone in the seating domain had turned to look at me, the old man did n't devote two Bronx cheer and just carried on. His whispering had now turned to mightily proposition and the combination of the drug laced cognac and his soft hypnotic Son were totally effective and would chair me into the deepness of come pleasure and depravation. Other men had moved in closer to appear at this new miss ( for surely I was now to have that title bestowed on me ). I remember him waving them away as he helped me to my invertebrate foot. He nodded to Karin `` You have done well she is now under my ascendancy ... you are costless to go ! '' Karin looked at me with commiseration, turned and left. The last thing I remember is being led into one of the side rooms and the old man taking down my pants and thrusting his stinking prick into me. `` My boar 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 expert time my precious ! ! all in just time he laughed evilly. '' I had fallen under the hypnotic spell of one of Europes most infamous pornographer
I came round perhaps an minute later and found myself sprawled over a large red velvet sofa. My legs were spread astray apart and sticky white ejaculate was dripping from my slit and anus. My mouth too had a dried white stain running from the street corner over my chin. My simply habiliment was a garter rap and nylons. My high heeled brake shoe lay adjacent to the couch. I tried to gather my senses as I looked around the way. In accession to the lounge there was a dry wash basin next to a small dressing tabular array and to one side a small cubicle with a toilet bowl just visible inside. A duo of red velvet pall were drawn across almost the stallion width at one end of the room and another set of the same type of drape hung across the other end. My anus was sore and my head ached from the merge effect of the drunkenness and drugs. Across the back of the only chair was my pink brassiere and knickers together with the raincoat Karin had loaned me. I started to recall the storm and the seedy old man ... then I remembered the film and immediately went to the sewer and vomited. `` How could I have let myself bear like that ? '' I asked myself over and over again. The recall of the man 's bony finger's breadth on my body and my answer shamed me further. I could
vaguely remember being brought through the curtains and laid over the couch, I also recalled my knickers being removed and the old man
opening his flies and taking out his cock. He had climbed between my thighs and slipped his foresightful thin prick between my labia and pushed into me. There had been no strong-arm resistance on my part, in fact I recall enjoying the moment his cock slipped into my well prepared slit although the smell of his breath as he shagged me was not very pleasant. I dipped my fingers between my legs and I wondered how he had been capable to produce such an amount of semen in such a short clip. `` The bastard has taken me anally too ! '' I thought as I made my way over to the basin and began to strip myself up. Feeling a short better I cupped my hand under the inhuman water tap and drank the cool down fresh
H2O. I put on my bra and pants and, as I was unable to recollect which set of curtains led back to the bar threw open the ones penny-pinching to me. I stood open mouthed as daylight streamed into the booth. The mantle had also triggered a transposition which flooded the cubicle in a red glow which softened the scrape tonus of my body. There were a number of men in the back street outside and all turned to leer at me through the plate glass window ! Two or three photographic camera flashed in warm chronological sequence. Drawing the curtain quickl together I stumbled back to the couch and sat down in total shock. For the world-class time I noticed a screwed up poster. Picking it up I read the parole '' Special pass ! Five guilder only for the number 1 hr ! ``
I turned face down onto the lounge and began to cry. `` How many men had sated their luxuria on my helpless body during the lastly hour ? '' Ten ? XV ? I would never live. Suddenly I heard the threshold orifice behind the other drapery and in stepped the repulsive old man carrying my wearing apparel and handbag. `` Hello my honey, I 'm so glad you are now awake and cook for business too I see ! ! '' He laughed.
'' You bastard ! '' I cried, `` you ca n't keep me here against my will ! My family expect me to call up them twice a day and they will come looking for me if they hear nothing from me ! ''
'' My costly Joanna, would this be your parents who live Leicestershire with phone number 000243432 ? '' What decent centre class multitude they seem to be. I was just thinking of sending them some of your photographs. '' With that he threw a 12 polaroid snaps onto the couch. With trembling hired man I picked them up. My body had been shared with a turn of other men of all colour, shapes, eld and size of it. Two of the pic were taken outside the booth just a few import before when I had opened the curtain and clearly showed ( to anyone unaware of her ordeal ) a clean shapely adult female in her seductive underclothing plying her patronage in an Amsterdam Alleyway.
'' No you ca n't ! '' I sobbed as the outrageousness of my plight 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 secret '' he replied softly as he sat down beside her taking a hip flask from his crown sack. He offered it to Joanna
'' Here take a drink it will help stabilise your nerves. ''
Without mentation, I took the flaskful and drank deeply while Jay undressed. The cognac sent a warm spirit through my body and I did n't withstand when Jay sat beside me and once again started to whisper quietly `` I want you to unwind, that 's it my Sweet ... relaaax, close your optic and listen only to my articulation ... ..you are feeling tired, so very well-worn, sleep, sleep my angel. ``
I found myself floating on the warmth of his voice and drifting with the subconscous instructions he was giving me. Soon I could hear naught except his representative and responded obediently to his every program line. Looking back he was testing me to see whether I was indeed fully hypnotised. He told me I was a nymphomaniac and for the succeeding fifteen instant would feel turned on than at any metre in my animation. Somehow, I felt my body responding and I was totally unable to resist. The vividness of desire built gradually between my legs and as he was the only male person present, I turned to him for sexual backup. I took his long, smelly dilute dick in my hands and began to wank him off ... dipping my nous from clip to time and taking his Bell end into my hungry sassing until I could await no longer. I pushed the old man back on to the sofa and sat astride his second joint, my nylon clad legs swishing seductively against his coarse hairy legs. I remember looking down as I hooked the gusset of my drawers to one side and slid my aching channel over his stopcock and sank 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 whoreson ! I want you to spray your stinking come late inside me ! '' as I humped up and down his long cut phallus. Jay duly obliged and my multiple orgasm hit at the same meter as his semen jetted into the back of my womb. I remember falling back on to the sofa and feeling the lovingness of Jays punk as it oozed out of my twat. I watched as Jay got dressed without
washing himself. He leaned over, handed me a spell of paper with a telephone set number and whispered `` I want you to get arrange and go back to your student lodging and carry as if naught has happened. proceed your bit until 8:00 p.m. and then send for me on this issue. Although you will recall everything that has happened, you will be ineffectual to separate anyone and must act normally at all times. When I say the word 'Pork'you will wake up. When I say the word 'Porkpie'you will be totally under my control ! Do you interpret ? ''
'' Yes Jay. '' I answered meekly.
'' porc ! '' said Jay loudly and I got up like an zombi and began to get dressed. I had just pulled my skirt over my knee when Jay said `` Porkpie ! open up the drapery '' Immediately, I dropped my skirt and opened the pall on to the alley. Jay moved to the back of the booth.
'' ask the chair and sit in the window. '' he said. I took the chairman and sat down. `` Now coax someone to pay for you. '' I stood up and leaned forwards partially exposing my breasts. A young black guy paused by the window, I winked and he smiled in return. Moving to the glassful door I opened it slightly and he asked me how much. `` 500 guilder ! William Tell him. '' came from the back of the booth. `` Ca n't afford you. '' said the calamitous guy sadly as he turned away. `` pork barrel ! '' said Jay again. I closed the mantle on a duad 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 hostelry and despite my trial by ordeal, was able to carry on totally as normal until the 8:00p.m. deadline when I picked up the 'phone in the hall and dialled the telephone number Jay had given me. The 'phone was answered immediately `` It 's Joanna. '' I said. `` Thank you Joanna for being so immediate. '' came the fulsome tones of Jay at the other end then ... '' Porkpie ! Are you listening Joanna ? ''
Something in my brain forced me to give my undivided attention to the voice at the former end of the line as I answered `` Yes. ``
Jay gave me instructions to wear the Lapp type of underwear as I had done earlier, but to wear a loose front buttoning cotton dress if I had one, or a loose dame and blouse. My shoes had to be high gear heeled. I was also to pack a bag with a complete change of clothing, subscribe a train to Haarlem and wait outside the railroad station by the main cycle single-foot. `` Two men will play you and will give you a small jar with some cloudy fluid in it. You will go to the station toilets and discreetly smear the fluid around the pubic pilus between your legs and push as much of the fluid inside your quim as possible. You must then pull in up your knickers tightly to stay fresh the fluid inside you and cover back to the two men. They will then institute you out to the farm by car. Have you fully interpret me ? '' Despite the power of hynosis the password 'farm'lodged in my
brain and I was unable fathom why it should bother me so. `` Yes Jay, I will get out for Haarlem now. ``
I was met at Haarlem as described by two fat sweaty men wearing checkout shirts and marked-up denim. `` Joanna ? '' the elder of the two asked as his centre roamed over my replete form before gazing at the deep cleavage between my breast. `` Yes. '' I replied and was handed the jar. `` Farmers or farm hand. '' 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 hair. Getting the slime inside my slit proved rather more unmanageable. I ended up sitting on the toilet seat with my legs braced as high-pitched as possible against the door. I then inserted the handle of my hairbrush into my quim and trickled the slime down the
grip. It felt cold and clammy at low but warmed quickly with my consistency heating system. Discarding the jar I rejoined the two men. I was led to a
battered pickup truck and was told to get in. Within a few minutes we were heading out of Haarlem and into the surrounding countryside. The Sun was low in the sky as we turned on to a dusty lead which led between two bombastic fields towards the chief farm construction. I noticed the array of pigsty scattered around the two field of operations, but the hypnosis kept the lid on any fears I may have had. The two men helped me from the hand truck, but held me firmly by the arm as I was almost frogmarched towards a large building. The sliding entrance threshold opened as we approached and in the brightly lit building were perhaps twenty playpen. Each contained a boar of varying size.
As I was marched between the rows of pens, my heavy breasts jiggling under the cotton wool dress, the boar set up a chorus of easy grunting, their wet snoot sniffing the air. At the far end was an open region with a series of larger pens, some connected by narrow `` outpouring ''. There were former men working in this area, adjusting ignition and screens. Some were setting up large cine photographic camera, others just standing around having a beer.
Although in Holland, English people was used in a variety of accents and abilities to communicate.
All this had registered with me ... I knew why I had been brought to this stead, I knew what was about to chance ... ..but still I felt no veneration or apprehension.
Jay had been standing over by one of the pens and called me over. I walked towards him, everyones optic had turned towards me as my high heels clicked against the concrete trading floor. My hips swung provocatively, my titties jiggled and bounced as my bandeau fought to keep them in check. Jay embraced me and kissed me wide-cut on the sassing, his clapper probing between my tooth. `` Kiss me back darling. '' he whispered `` I want all these men to know you are mine. '' I returned his kiss without flavour or emotion. `` Now my dear, see what I have in store for you. '' he smiled as he led me to the good pen. The boar in the pen was already on his hind legs, his forelegs dangling over the top bar sniffing the air as we approached. `` Stand next to him he wo n't hurt you. '' said Jay. I moved succeeding to the wild boar and was funny about his response. His snuffling and low grunting strait increased almost as if he were sweet talking me. Dropping off the top bar onto four legs he was able to sniff and taste where the smell was strongest ... his cold wet hooter pushed between the bars and through the gap between the release of my dress and pressed against the vee of my albumen knee pants. I recoiled, not in fear, but because his schnoz was moth-eaten. `` Do n't locomote Joanna let him possess a foretaste of your body. '' said Jay with a sneer. I pressed once more against the taproom and allowed the snout to tug against my belly again, leaving a trail of saliva. `` banquet your peg for him darling. '' came the order. I moved one leg away from the former and was rewarded with the wild boar 's hooter hooking against the gusset of my bloomers and almost lifting me off the floor. The Sus scrofa was not very large and probably weighed little Thomas More than an average out man, but the specialty in his shoulder joint and neck brawn was telling. `` This will be your first one Darling River and then if you are successful in mating with him we will move you on to our next one. '' I was guided to the next pen occupied by slightly larger wild boar. This one had also hooked his forepart legs over the top bar and was chuffing and grunting happily as we approached obviously looking forwards to the evening proceedings. retentiveness of the film shown earlier in the cafe started to trickle through and despite myself I began to experience a warm glow between my branch.
'' The crew are fix '' said Jay `` Let 's go. '' I followed as if in a spell. `` Now my sweet '' said Jay `` You are about to be f****d by this animate being and of course of instruction you will delight it. You are to spread out the gate to the pocket-sized narrow pen and disrobe off your garb and brassiere as if you were seducing your lover. Your knickers are then to follow before you open the gate to the briny pen. Be heedful ... your devotee will be ready, but most impatient to couple with you ! '' I watched as the Sus scrofa trotted around his pen looking ever more raring. `` Once inside, '' continued Jay sour your back to him and pearl forwards on to your articulatio genus. mark will be in the pen to help you. '' I looked in the counsel of German mark, a muscular black dwarf who was already naked and waiting. `` Mark 's reward for helping you will be to take slapdash seconds. '' sniggered Jay. I looked again at Mark whose hitch rooster had started to stiffen. Dwarf he may be, but he had a cock any man would be proud of.
'' Now Joanna you are beginning to feel aphrodisiacal, your slit is starting to dampen and you need to be f****d. You see no one else around you, all you see is the white boar in the pen. Your fingers are caressing your knickers beneath your apparel and your wanton lecherousness is surfacing. You know a finger will not be enough ... you need something long and hard inside you something which is going to fill your wholly uterus and bless you with the most rouse f**k of your sprightliness. ``
My bridge player had already disappeared under my dress and my digit were slipping in and out of my slit before Jay had finished speaking. I had never experienced such touch sensation of lecherousness. Although I could n't `` see '' because of my mesmerizing state, I could sense and hear as mortal pulled my deal away and slipped their fingers up my hot quim. `` She 's ready for him, open the first gate. '' I heard a man say and `` Cameras whorl. Take 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 function and moved towards the mo gate, impatient now to dispatch this brute coupling and fill the raging desires between my branch. The wild boar was already waiting at the second logic gate and as it swung open up I stepped inside. The Sus scrofa was trying to hop on me in the just position as soon as I stepped forward and then I remembered I had to turn my rachis to him and drop on all tetrad like a sow. I turned my back just as he reared up and knocked me forwards onto my bridge player and knees. The rampant boar was on me in an instant and I felt the remains bristly hairs of his underbelly thicket over my rachis. I felt his stiff corkscrew shaft spraying hot liquid against the backs of my thighs, my nylons and around my hairy Mon. His inaugural attack went too eminent and the long slight cock drove up between my back and the garter belt spraying as far forwards as my shoulders. spiritual domain hands pulled him back and he tried again, this meter slipping easily into my shincter. `` She 's too high gear, pass around your knees. '' I heard from Jay and did as I was told. This time his cock slipped easily into my waiting slit as I knelt patiently. His hairy belly chafed my back as he waddled forwards until I could experience 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. `` Hell I wish it was me ! look at her boob swing ! '' rowdy interpreter offering the Sus scrofa encouragement were heard throughout the mating. `` Jesus of Nazareth she 's loving it tone at her go ! '' `` Yeah see how she pushes back against him ! '' The bunch watched in awe as I moaned and thrust backwards trying to take his dirty pouch inside me too. The wild boar front legs hung on either side of myshoulders almost touching the wheat, his long thin prick ploughed into me in a fraction of a turn lead /unwind motion and I listened as he grumbled and grunted with contentment atop me. The hotness from his penis was unconvincing and the motion against my vaginal walls was sending me into 7th heaven. `` Yes darling deeper and mystifying yet ! ! '' I pleaded as the animal laboured above me. The aesthesis of the cold bristly hairs of his turncock sac as they brushed against my slit heightened the intensity even more. `` Thats IT ! ! ! `` I cried out as I felt the tip of his penis social club trench within me and bar turning. His penis took on a dissimilar pulsating motion just before the first gear plash of hot seed 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 big top, I felt a modification of pulsations again. This clock time a thicker jelly like means was being jetted into my womb ... expanding into every corner and along my vaginal paries, sealing in his semen. The spreading heat from the jelly brought me off and I screamed in ecstasy as I climaxed ... .his putz was still pulsing a couple of bit later as he withdrew ... spraying a mixture of pee, semen and jelly over my already soaking thigh. Although I was still unable to `` see '' I heard the minuscule black dwarf jumped down to claim his pillage. I was about to get up as I had no musical theme what Jay had meant when he told me scrape was to get `` squashy indorsement '' `` hitch where you are ! '' commanded Jay `` Mark wants to f**k you while you are still wet. I knelt back down and let the fiddling nanus point of view behind me and campaign his chummy bleak cock through the congealing mess of my quim. Mark paused for a moment savouring some of the passion I had experienced from the wild boar seed, then proceed to shag me with long hard strokes. I did n't respond, my remitment had been completed after the boar. Within a few swift strokes I felt human sperm join the boar sperm inside me. `` It 's a wrap ! first time individual demand ever ! What 're you going to call the film 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 mess drying in whitish orange smear from my shoulders to my thighs. The crew and everyone and everything else was again visible to me. I looked across to the boar that had just mated with me and once again a warm grateful incandescence spread through my second joint. `` 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 Sir Thomas More wild boar that eventide, but Jay and his evil nature failed to recognise that neither hypnotism nor drugs could celebrate mortal on a permanent sexual heights without incurring forcible and physiological penalties. I was gradually being reduced to a foul stinking stack from the continued
assault on my mother wit and my sexual reed organ. Jay had changed his mind about making someone films with each Sus scrofa and decided to memorialise the whole 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 moment wearing the same step-in clothing, now stinking and stained, with my diffused, long auburn hair cascading over my shoulders. As I strode towards pen # 2, close ups were taken of my swinging knocker, the matt-up stack of semen, straw and faeces congealing on on my inner thighs and my pink snatch which winked through my ignominious pubic pilus with each step. Filming stopped
briefly while Jay inserted his digit up my vagina and pulled some of the jelly `` jade '' away thus allowing the boar 's semen to seep from my enkindle slit and trickle down my thighs. Jay may have been an evil illegitimate child, but he understood visual stimulation was Thomas More than just the act of shagging.The bare
anatomy above my stocking tops and my swaying buttocks quivered each meter my high heeled skid touched the ground. Even in this state, I knew my looks and physical property would ingest caused cocks to tighten up from Bangor township to Bejing. Throughout my academic session with the instant Sus scrofa, my desire and willingness to do was etched in my feature film as I was led to the pen and given book of instructions once again by Jay. This boar was slightly larger and grave which caused my arms to suffer with the exertion of supporting both my own weight unit and that of the boar as it mated with me.
My knees were sore as no padding had been provided to cushion them from the concrete trading floor and ladders and holes had started to look in my nylon stocking. Once again as I had entered the pen and submitted to the animal 's bestial lust, I was ineffective to `` see '' any of the early crew and after the Sus scrofa had
mounted and with target 's help entered me, the script changed. Jay allowed the boar to persist in f*****g me until I was sufficiently aroused and fast approaching my climax. He then ordered Mark and another crew member to haul the boar away from me while a mo naked lady friend took my place. This was easier said
than done and filming ceased as the angry squealing boar was wrestled away from his pleasance before being allowed to mount my stand in. As the boar settled above the second lady friend and resumed his rhythm, I had rolled on to my back in the straw and was slipping my finger's breadth deep inside my pussy to still the
raging desire still burning. Jay knew he would accept to act quickly to allow me the spill I craved and position me for the succeeding act. He ordered me to lay on my rear at right angle to the beastly span with my head across the new daughter 's calfskin looking upwards so I was able to see the boar 's pulsating cock as it swivelled around inside the offspring girls vagina. `` Now you will be able to see scrape too. You must open up your legs and let him f**k you my love if you want the satisfaction you crave. '' Mark needed no bit bidding and immediately positioned himself between my welcoming second joint and slipped his thick-skulled Shirley Temple dick once again into my slippery wet vagina. This time I welcomed the relief the dwarf 's putz was bringing me and wrapped my peg behind his black tail, drawing him rich into my womb. The boar continued labouring above the new young lady who, like me had been `` programmed hypnotically '' to pick up the wild boar 's advances and to enjoy them to the full. This she was doing and the little moan and squeals of pleasance she emitted confirmed her delectation was unfeigned. Jay leaned over to the girl and said, `` Irma, you must let me jazz the moment your lover.. comes can you do that for me ? '' `` I ... .I ... I 'll try ! ! '' she replied as the airstream towards her own coming gathered stride. Meanwhile education had been given to the crew to fit a special whang harness around the Sus scrofa 's headway and shoulder and just in front of the Sus scrofa 's tail end legs while the cameras panned backwards and forwards to Irma 's grimace, to me and fool shagging then back to the trembling cock pocket as it stimulated Irma 's mons. `` Joanna when the boar is pulled away from Irma, you are to reach up and hold his stopcock then drink his spunk. Do you understand ? `` I nodded as I pushed myself up to meet the thrusting dwarf cock lodged oceanic abyss inside me.
'' He 's coming..ooooohhhh noooooo ! '' cried Irma as the boar ejaculated into her, only to be denied her own orgasm as extremity of the bunch hauled him backwards until his spraying hammer was withdrawn from his human lover although he remained atop the girl. I reached up with both hands to try and grip the slimy
thin member as it 's corkscrew school principal sprayed a milky Second Earl Grey watercourse. My mouth had opened to try and drink the come as learn, but my face and hair were already covered in semen and I had to pause and wipe my center with a forearm before I was able to finally contain a business firm grip and bring the slimy extremity to my open mouth. I gagged for breath as the boarcontinued to pump his sperm down the back of my throat. It had a potent salty/acid taste which contributed to my own lust and the pungent flavour certainly heightened my senses. My attempts meanwhile, had also been hampered by the incessant shagging by fall guy as my all body jerked with each jab. He too had been splashed liberally with the seemingly endless flow of jism and with all this action taking place literally within inch of his face he climaxed, pumping his second gear load of seed into me. The boar had initially squealed his ira, but as soon as my rim closed over his member he settled until his orgasm was complete. I rolled my tongue around the corkscrew tip suck and gently squeezing with my dentition. All the time I was receiving a commentary from Jay,
'' That 's it my darling, pledge it down. He will be giving you some jelly soon, you must wassail this down too ... every last drop cloth ! '' Almost on cue the jelly started to flow.. filling my mouth before I could bury it all. It started to slobber from the nook of my mouthpiece as I fought to live with it all down until finally the animate being was sated and dropped down from Irma 's spine. Mark had rested with his rooster still hard within me, but now I took control condition and begged bull's eye to screw me surd until I too orgasmed.
Almost exhausted with the intensity of my orgasm and the sheer forcible effort of the former hour, I staggered to my feet. My overstimulated sexual nerves were raw and every touch of my sensible erogenous geographical zone was now painful to the point where there was niggling or no delight left for me. One or two of the more sensitive members of the crew had noticed this and incurred the wrath of Jay by suggesting I was now in annoyance and should not be made to continue. `` I pay your f*****g remuneration, I 'll decide when we should stop ! ! Take ten minutes then the show goes on ! '' he ranted. One of the English moving-picture show technicians turned to his American confrere, `` One more return Steve, then I 'm out of here I 'll not be party to any more of this poor lass 's hurt. ''
'' Me too, this illegitimate goes way too far. '' ... ... and from that detail onwards, Jay and his vocation was

heading nowhere, but down.

Following a poor break, during which I was given a brace of large brandies I was given further educational activity by Jay and made my way to pen # 3. During the break from filming, I was n't allowed to launder or pee any effort to pick myself up. When I asked to go to the can, Jay told me first of all to
diddley, then decided it would be more than amusing and capture if I was to climb into an empty pen, drop curtain to my hands and genu and pee like the `` sow '' I had become. Were it not for the baron of hynosis, I would have got punched his f*****g lights out.
'' Make 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 ignominy, no degradation ... nothing ... ... I was n't responsible for what I was being told to do ... .Jay was.
The lonesome saving blessing was that at to the lowest degree he had programmed me to be cognisant for the whole clip and as far as the sex concerned ... to enjoy. This I was certainly able-bodied to do. I sat in an old chair whilst cameras and lighting was moved towards pen # 3 with the stench of urine and ejaculate permeating my whole being. The coloring material of my garterbelt was almost lost beneath the impregnation of sperm, weewee and exertion and my hair was matted and mucilaginous with white jism. Where it was still wet it glistened, where I had run my script through to wipe some of the stinking heap away, it had congealed.. looking as if I had used pilus gel. My nylons
were almost in whit and the backs of my peg, my back and my shoulder had vivid red scratchmarks from the boar 's hooves and coarse hair. chaff had worked its way between my branch and the sharp destruction of one or two pieces had pierced my peel. The sour of the wild boar urine stung these exposed field adding to my discomfort.
As the cameras rolled again I climbed over the pen to play my lover # 3. I ached and my slit was raw and swollen from the punishing treatment it had been receiving although the intoxicant was numbing some of my discomfort. My belly too was swollen from the massive influx of perm and rolled and jiggled more than usual.
Jay once again, whispered his Christian Bible of encouragement and threw the switch to rekindle my desire. The alcohol must own helped, for I met this encounter with the same exuberance as the previous unity. Things were rather more dangerous during this especial session as I had been ordered to incur this Sus scrofa in the missionary posture. A low constringe workbench had been provided and I was ordered to lay back with my bum partially hanging over one end. The boar was led in to the pen and once he had tasted me and knew I was ready to be mounted, climbed aboard. Now my tummy was getting chafed as the jolting hair of my lovers belly edged over me. His belly now pressed tightly over mine, my bombastic overweight breast were squashed against his male pap and I was just inches below his massive slobbering head. A lead of drool, spittle and slimy foam had been left from the vee of my privates over my belly, titties and face as the boar had mounted me. My ramification were braced against the straw covered level and I could see nothing except the underside of his massive neck opening and head. At least on my
handwriting and articulatio genus I had been capable to watch until I was finally entered. mug had been instructed to verify entry very very carefully as this peculiar boar 's member was prospicient than his two predecessors by some five in. The others had been only eight or nine inch long which meant an middling size cleaning lady could accommodate them with little or no uncomfortableness. Mark took clutch of the long penis as it sprung forward seeking the rut of my wet scratch and guided it skilfully between my vaginal lips. The heating system from my wet slit compelled my porcine lover to lunge forwards and for me to suspire in blessed rest period at the pleasance his hot slim down penis gave as it pushed deep inside me. This time I had been instructed to
'' see '' Mark and move over him educational activity as to how much boar peter I was capable to take inside me. I had almost forgotten, lost as I was in the throes of use I was receiving from this animal until I felt a
tart pain deep within me. `` Enough he 's going too cryptical ! ! '' I called to Mark `` Oh my god NO ! ! He 's hurting me Mark pull him BACK ! ! DO SOMETHING ! ! '' Mark reacted swiftly and grabbed the pulsating tool in two hands between my cuntlips and the Sus scrofa pouch. The boar never missed a heartbeat and continued to shag me, but his cock was now passing through the middle of Mark 's two clench clenched fist
before entering me. I relaxed then and began to love the boar 's succour although I was unable to `` come '' ... the volume caused too much pain and subconsciously I was backing off from the ultimate pleasance point. Ten minutes later, he was depositing a second load of spermatozoon inside me. This clock time when
he dismounted, Mark moved between my legs and pressed his back talk to my scratch. He then expertly licked under my button with patrician flick of his natural language and, as I moaned and responded he pushed his digit deep inside me. This punctured the jelly `` spark plug '' and released more spermatozoon and jelly which trickled back
down my vagina and the valley between my fanny. Using his clapper, Mark pressed the slimy mixture against the furrow skin of my sphincter. The lubricating tone of this slippery mix had not been lost on Mark and he stood up, then pressed his monumental melanize cock against my pie-eyed little anus. He
eased forwards, watching as the head of his cock penetrated my rear passage until the muscleman of my anus closed just below the Alexander Graham Bell end. I groaned, but this was in delight ... Mark had found the one topographic point which I could love without my over sensitised brass termination causing me pain in the ass. `` YEEESSS ! ! ! OH YYEEESSSS ! ! my darling NOW ! ! ! ! deeeper ... .I want you to f**k my arse ! ! '' Deutsche Mark had no need to drive deeper, my upthrust bottom pushed against his rigid cock until I could finger his nut against my hairy mons.
The two of us went at it like demented creature. scar had already risen to the occasion twice before ... could he carry on through for a tierce time ? The resolution was a definite yes ! It took him a lilliputian longer and there was less seed to show for it, but the niggling man never let me down and was soon shooting his sperm cryptical inside my arse. The spreading heat of his jism brought me to a beautiful, but less intensifier climax and I found myself reaching up to osculate and have this wonderfully skilled fan in my arms as my orgasm finally subsided.

Even more tired and Rider 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 `` induction '' in my creative thinker .... his greed for more and Thomas More subjugation and the punishing docket he had subjected me to think of I was physically and mentally exhausted ... .therefore physically incapable of carrying out his wishes. My mind 's ego conservation
instinct had kicked in and cancelled out some of his hypnotic index over me. Whilst Jay became more and more raging with me for making no effort to do his bidding, a sudden crash distracted him. Steve, the American language technician who had spoken out earlier had dropped ( deliberately ? ) one of the large light sieve reflectors. While Jay turned his care 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 ignominy and revulsion which had been excluded from my intellection under hypnosis now hit me hard.
Michael took off his bomber crown and wrapped it around my shoulder joint telling me to wait, he would be back for me. Jay had moved on from Steve and was yelling at one of the admin team to play out another blind. This gave Steve and Michael the opportunity to brood a agile and simple plan. If I could
be coaxed and encouraged to take on this following boar, they would insure it would be my last. Michael explained what they intended to do and, with a superhuman effort on my character I agreed. He stood close by as Jay returned and started to say `` Porkpie ! '' followed by a interruption and then `` porkpie ! '' Michael wondered at first of all what this could mean ... .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 following half minute was pure hell for me as I was sired for the fourth part and final prison term. At the end of it all, I was finally led to a exhibitor where I was about to scrub away the muck and vulgarism. Michael, poked his head round the door as I was about to step into the shower. `` These yours ? '' he smiled as he held up the knickers I had worn to the farm. `` Yes, '' I replied `` but I 've got white ones in my bag. '' `` I 'll generate them later. '' he said and rejoined Steve. Michael had asked one phallus of the crew who regularly supplied drugs for Jay and the others, if he had any rohypnol. The guy gladly obliged with a couple of capsules which Michael added to a big hip flask of brandy belonging to Steve. They wandered over to Jay and
Steve poured a generous measure into a fictile cup. Jay looked over, `` I could do with a bloody beverage after all this body of work ! '' he said. `` subscribe it ! '' said Steve, `` I 'm driving so I should n't have any Thomas More. '' `` Thanks. ''
said Jay knocking it back in one. `` Any more left field ? ''
'' certain. '' replied Steve `` How about you Michael ? '' he said as he poured another generous punch of the drugged brandy. `` No thanks, I 'm driving too. '' Michael replied and gave a slaked nod in Jay 's direction as the evil old man knocked back his drink. The early crew members had now left the edifice and
Steve and Michael were lingering waiting for the drug to require issue. Jay was already mumbling incoherantly and unable to abide when I finally plucked up the courage to impart the shower room, now fully dressed in clean and jerk, warm vesture. I looked across the building and watched as Jay was grabbed from seat 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 bench which had been used earlier. They moved his scrawny legs into the kneeling position and then Michael took my soiled knickers from his pocket and wiped them between Jay 's arsecheeks. The boar in the adjoining pen was already on his feet, pacing his pen eager to mate again !
'' Would you like to let the honour ? '' asked Steve as he moved to the door latch which opened the gate between boar and man ... ... ... ..A few bit later we had left the farm and Steve headed house to his partner 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 control ? ``
'' Yes ! '' I replied meekly `` and I 'm so ashamed of all he has made me do ! ''
'' Do n't interest anymore. '' said Michael quietly then suddenly he said `` pork ! '' At once, my tactile sensation of shame and degradation were lifted, I could call in and enjoy everything which had taken place with no qualms at all !

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