Bred Wee, to Serve.

                               By Reavan

    "Well now what do we have here, a piglet! Where's your collar?"

    "The master had it removed in the smith shop."

    "Show me your brand!"

     "Here near my anus #MM-1245" She turned spreading her cheeks

revealing her identification number.

     "Very well Piglet, were you ever given a human name?"

     "No mistress, my previous owner referred to me as M4. I was his Midget

sex slave number four. He won me at an auction as a virgin sex slave

when I was eighteen. I'm nineteen summers now. When he died I was sold

off as part of the estate auction since he had no heirs."

     "Where were you propagated?"

     "I was bred at the Moor slave farm in a special division for the

propagating and rearing of midgets. They have their own auction

house."

     "I've never heard of Moors; what region is that in?"

     "Sorry Mistress, I only know it was three days in a cage-wagon to my

first owner's farm. This auction was an eight day chained march from

there."

     "What size cage-wagon was that?

     "It was not a large wagon we were ten female sex and house slaves in

it, squeezed together and collar chained to an iron bar in the floor.

In the evenings a fresh layer of straw was thrown in and then some

gruel and water.

     "Did you feel ill treated being transported under those conditions?"

     "Sorry mistress, what is ill treated?"

     "Well it means that someone is not being nice to you, making you

suffer under terrible conditions."

     "I'm a slave mistress I don't understand how I could suffer or be ill

treated."

     "So you accept that an owner can exploit a slave like an animal?"

     "Yes of course Mistress, I'm chattel not a person."

        "You don't think you're better than animals?"

        "I don't think there's a difference mistress, I served my owners

sexual needs; animals are used in other ways."

        "How many slaves did your first owner hold?"

        "The drover boss counted sixteen sex slaves and eighty-five field and

house slaves when checking the inventory papers."

        "How do you know that, can you count?"

        "A little mistresses but I have almost total recall. I heard the boss

drover count us, while sitting on his horse, as we were being chained

for the march."

        "How did you keep up in an eight day march with those legs?"

        "The sex slaves were collar chained in a grid four across and four

rows, separately from the others. We were four midgets on the inside

and the drovers allowed two slaves to carry us, four-handed seat

style when we got really tired; after two day though the four of us

were transported in a cage wagon."

        "I thought sex slaves were always transported in cage wagons?"

        "The auction house representative said we were out of shape and that

the march would firm us up so we would fetch a better price. They got

the cage wagon because we slowed the drive too much. "

        "Did the drovers use your body?"

        "The auction house rep. wouldn't' let them penetrate us but said they

could thigh-fuck and have us blow them. So whenever they stopped to

water the animals we were busy sucking or being thigh fucked.

Sometimes the drovers would jump from their horses and cling to the

moving wagon sticking their cocks inside to be sucked.  Also during

the overnight stay in the corrals; they said we needed the moisture."

        "Drovers can be amusing at times; so no penetration sex?"

        "Not with the sex slaves but some of the house and field slaves were

used that way in the night. I could see parts of it because the

drovers had lamps. They beat some with the riding crop, before and

after. Some of the male slaves were beaten too, for looking at the

drovers in a certain way they said, while they were using or beating

the females."

        "Interesting pastime for drovers but necessary I suppose ... yes well,

describe your auction then. Women are not allowed to attend slave

auctions; I am always curious about the proceedings and having total

recall you should be able to give me all the details."

        "Yes mistress, I remember what the auctioneer said as he described my

body and documentation history to the prospective bidders:

        `Look what my keeper is leading out of that holding cell. His hand is

holding its chain at the same height as the slave's neck collar. "I

was lifted up on box next to the auctioneer" `My honourable and

disguished gentlemen, this next auction item is for estate unit number

thirty-six on page eight, a very rare and unusual example of the dwarf

female sex slave category. We have not been able to offer such a

thoroughbred critter for many years.  It is perfectly proportioned

standing three foot eight inches, as you can see with a very pretty

and sweet face. Beautiful unblemished alabaster skin, nicely shaped

thick thighs, a striking bubble ass, long golden blond hair with a

full red bush below and nicely pointed breasts.'

       "He flicked my tits with the riding crop letting them bounce and then

motioned for me to turn and wiggle my ass." `I ask you gentlemen, is

that not a perfect body to pick up and ram?' "He padded my ass and

thighs several times with the riding crop." `Look at that ass and

those fatty thighs jiggle. Nice and soft, there's an inch of comfy fat

there; this property was bred for one reason and one reason only, a

fine gentleman's comfort. The cunt is of course trained like all sex

slaves for pleasuring the penis. This particular unit can grasp and

hold your manhood, until you command a release but fortunately this

property is slavishly...obedient.'

        "Loud laughter from the crowd, as he emphasised the word `slavishly'

strongly;" `The previous owner referred to this unit as squeezy in his

chattel log. This critter also comes equipped with unusual long

tongue, which is useful for many applications... ahem, except for of

course backtalk.'

       "There was more laughter from the crowd." `Show the gentlemen your

snake slave.'

        "I licked the bridge of my nose, resulting in an amazed and approving

murmur from the crowd." `The unit is also rated very high in lesbian

sex techniques. It has never failed to satisfy another female, human

or slave, great for visual performances. Totally submissive, no

discipline necessary here, unless of course you take pleasure in that

recreational activity known as: beating the flesh; if so stripes show

exceptionally well on this type of fair skin. This unit is just pure

pleasure for any new owner and of course propagated and trained on a

sex farm, it has never known clothing and would be very uncomfortable

wearing any. Besides, fitting a sex slave in anything but an iron

collar is against the law but then what goes on in a harem stays

there.

        `The registration is sex slave brand # MM-1245, the deed details its

pure-bred pedigree with a direct blood-line through seven generations

of midget propagated units with no escape violations on either the

male or female side and all documents are verified by the property

registry office with dated wax seals.

`        Like all of our choicest selections, this unit has been available for

witnessed and duly recorded; thigh-fuck and or suckling trails in the

last thirty days for prospective buyers of proven means, with no

complaints. Let me see here ... ah yes, forty-eight honourable gentlemen

plus, ahem ... yours truly have tested its oral skills and muscular

texture; in my case... of course, just to make sure the unit functioned

according to its specifications. You can't endorse a product, I

say...without sampling it first.'

        "There was roaring loud laughter from the crowd."

        `There is a prorated buy back clause from Moore's sex slave farm for

breeding purposes, good for another six years. As you might not know

propagating these units is highly specialized and should be left to

experts and not until age 25 or so. Take it down the catwalk keeper

and stop when asked. Please gentlemen, feel free to physically examine

this unique property.'

        "The Keeper lifted me down to pace the catwalk on his chain, I

strutted my stuff while bouncing my flesh in the most desirable

manner. Stopping when he yanked my chain to display my brand or turn

showing any part of my body requested and then prodding me on with the

riding crop. Many potential buyers groped my thighs, fingered my

vagina, slapped and clasped my ass and squeezed my tits or asked to

see me lick my nose. I loved the attention and the admiring looks. I

am multi orgasmic and soon had cum running down my thigh." `Look!

        "The auctioneer beamed when I arrived back at the stage." `This

property is so hot from showing and being groped that juice is running

down its thighs. This is a natural born sex slave relishing its status

in life, guaranteed to give any gentleman, his wife or mistress years

of enthusiastic service and appraised at much more than the starting

bid with no reserve.'

        "Well there's no need for a reserve on that little sex pistol.

Someone in the crow yelled."

        `Be that as it may, the papers guarantee multi orgasms if you care

about that, with men or women. Can I hear the starting bid gentlemen

as noted in the catalogue?'

        "I don't know much about numbers or money mistress but there were

many, many bids while I was being displayed along the catwalk again. I

recognised many gentlemen who had tested me during the thirty days,

including the Master who finally won me. I heard from someone in the

crow after the final bid, that it was a new record for a non-virgin

sex slave in any category. I had the great pleasure of suckling the

Master many times in his fancy carriage during the three day trip

here."

        "Alright pig, I've heard enough! In this house I hold legal title to

ten chattels that I refer to as a heard of pigs, well nine and one

piglet now. I could care less about how much you cost the master. As

to your offensive claim that a lowly subhuman swine can achieve a

sexual climax! I don't ever want to hear that again! Understood!"

        "Yes mistress I'm very sorry."

        "A pig slave is a non-person and sexual pleasure is the sole domain of

human beings. Neither do I care much about how beautiful you are or

about your long golden hair. If it were not for the master who visits

occasionally, I would have you all shaven bald; that would be so much

more hygienic. Instead your hair will be done up in a tight bun, where

it won't get in the way. The only attribute you have of importance to

me is that protruding flesh on your ass. I share an interest in that

area, porky, with the master for a different reason. Display it!" Pig

ten swung her long hair aside and eagerly arched her back gyrating the

requested globes, hoping for a hands-on inspection. The mistress

studied it carefully for a moment while piglet maintained eye contact;

she then signalled her to turn back and then cast a meaningful eye to

a riding crop hanging from a slave's cunt. "You are merely an

extension of my will...pig! My personal pleasure...is your singular reason

for living. I refer to all my slaves' as swine, pigs, sows, porky or

such ... because...they are! So... it will be up to you to know, when you

are spoken to or gestured at. In other words, you would be very

foolish to ever... take you eyes off me unless ordered...even for an

instance!

        "Failing to carry out any suggestion made immediately...being that

spoken, gestured or implied, will result in up to ten lashes on those

`protruding...fleshy...buttocks of yours!" She emphasised the words in an

erotic tone and then took a deep breath. "I use the word `suggestion'

in the sense that you don't need to obey me if you don't want to...as

long as you are willing to face the consequences..." she took another

deep breath while eying piglet's ass and then the riding crop.

        "In a little while I will take extraordinary delight in impressing

upon you, the value of focusing your undivided attention on the only...

human being...in these chambers. It will also ensure that your

blasphemous claim as to a slave attaining a sexual climax will be

forever wiped from your feeble sub-human brain.  First though, I want

you to look at each swine around you and tell me what you see?"

        Every fibre of her shapely little body was now igniting with sexual

tension; her whole being was about submission to an owner's pleasures.

She didn't miss her reference to the crop but she relished this new

experience, of being unnecessarily threatened into submission.

Inflicting pain was an owner's privilege and did not lessen her desire

to obey. She had never been beaten before but now, the thought of pain

and then satisfying her mistress sexually became an aphrodisiac. She

could feel the juices stirring in her crotch as she eyed each of the

other slaves in turn.

        They were all on their slightly spread knees revealing their bodies in

profile to the mistress, except the slave standing next to the

mistress with the riding crop hanging from her vagina. All were

beautiful and smiling with sweet angelic expressions, heads slightly

lowered and cocked with faces turned towards their mistress, the

fingertips of their praying hands just touching one cheek. Their

elbows were lifted, accenting their perky breasts and every pair of

eyes were fixed, with a glazed devoted intensity on the mistress.

Every luscious body of various racial backgrounds had a curvaceous

body in common. They were all about her age or a little older and

obviously adored their mistress.

        She was desperate for the feel of a female body, any female.

        Her mind wondered while she focused on each of her sister sex slave,

to her last owner's death, to the drovers and then the auction house.

There she was exhibited outdoors daily on a raised porch, neck chained

to a post on public display along with many other beautiful and

desirable females, each holding a sign with a stock number on it. Well

dressed gentlemen on the sidewalk would look over the collection of

female slaves at their leisure, sometimes motioning one to turn one

way or another.

        They had been trained by the auction house staff to smile seductively

at potential customers with a sweet `please buy me' expression. She

knew this was done to increase the number of bidders for the upcoming

monthly auction date. Less desirable slaves on another porch were

auctioned weekly. At least once a day a customer would go to the sales

office with her number and a keeper would unlock the chain and lead

her back to one of the inspection cells. There she was groped and

sometime thigh-fucked but mostly performing blow jobs on the

prospective bidders. This was always done under the watchful eyes of a

keeper to make sure that customer did not attempt vaginal penetration

but more importantly to make certain that she performed the requested

sex acts with a deliberate and heated passion. When done she would

wash her customer's penis. After he left she washed her own body and

was then quickly taken back outside, chained to a post, smiling

hopefully and seductively at the next gentleman catching her eyes or

ogling her body.

        She was hands-on coached by the auction house owner or an assistant

several times in the first few days and occasionally after that.  They

directed her to moan and groan erotically as they fondled and groped

her body roughly at times; also while being thigh-fucked or sucking

cock. After ejaculation she had to thank them sincerely in her

sweetest voice and describe how honoured she was to have satisfied

such a distinguished gentleman.

        In the case of a blow job she was to stay on her knees and look up

adoringly while sucking every drop out of his shaft. All the while

making contented moaning sounds while trying to catch every glob of

semen dripping from her chin and covering her chest, stomach and

thighs.

        She was instructed to look down scooping the globs with her fingers

and then look up with a grateful expression, sucking them clean making

contented ah and um sounds. Most gentlemen and the drovers demanded to

watch that. Finally while washing his penis with a warm cloth she was

to express her sincere hope and desire for such an honourable

gentleman to bid on her at the auction.

        Between the drovers and the auction house she had sucked many cocks

and downed a lot of semen. Maybe all her fingers and toes times the

fingers on her one hand but she had lost count. She had never imagined

that she would ever suck so many cocks in a short time. Her training

however had taught her over and over again, that to question an order

from a citizen owner was a serious violation of the law punishable by

a severe flogging or even death by hanging, that was her fate as a

slave.

        She had faced the day of the auction with a sense of relief. She was

proud of her body and loved the ogling adulation from the large crowd.

Every gentleman there wanted her body and she wanted one of them. She

longed for one owner and the private security of his harem.

        She loved her new owner who had left her here with his mistress and

her lesbian side now yearned to surrender her body and will, to this

dominant woman with an obvious fetish for the female buttocks, or on

her orders any one of her luscious sister slaves. She imagined a

continuous orgy of erotic punishment and repeated commands for a

variety of lesbian sex acts.

        Snapping out of her reverie she faced her mistress again, smiling

enthusiastically careful not to appear too eager. "My beloved mistress

I see the sweet reverence of love, deep affection and the profound

desire to submit their bodies to any pleasure the mistress could

desire." She spoke hoarsely, revealing her sexual passion while

falling to her knees, adopting the posture and yearning expression of

her sister slaves taking care that her ass profile was maximum to her

mistress's eyes.

        "Very good piglet, you learn quickly for a sub human swine, now let me

make something very clear. Your mistress and my kind were created by a

divine higher power to rule and exploit...the inferior orders of sub

humans for their own good! To you then, I am...undisputedly

therefore...the proprietor of that power. Since you and your kind, are

helplessly ignorant and incapable of independent thought, that higher

power has bestowed upon me ...by divine right ... the responsibility of

controlling every aspect of your life."  Piglet felt a strong surge of

moisture in her vagina, as her obedient disposition doted on very word

of this new experience; she worshipped her mistress already.

        "Some time ago while praying for guidance when dealing with the

dim-witted behaviour of sub-humans, an angel appeared to me in a

vision. I was assured that the riding crop by itself, although a

consecrated entity, lacked a deeper spiritual connection without a

dedicated altar. I was then given a directive for having a sacred

behavioural modification altar constructed.

        "The altar; includes the sacred number of seven motivating elements

with their triangular shapes representing the holy triad. The angel

assured me that the ceremony, provided that the crop is wielded by a

divinely inspired soul, would impart a passionate love and unselfish

devotion in any sub-human chattel for its possessor.

        "As you have seen by the sweet devoted faces around you, this altar

combined with the crop performs miracles. Occasionally a sow will

pass an entire day without the need for a corrective ritual. Such

extended good conduct by swine is unheard in other households.

        "A minimum of one daily ritual on the altar for all sub-human

creatures was recommended by the angel in order to discourage sinful

behaviour. Every pig...should keep that in mind and if an entire day

should pass for any pig without a violation; that pig will be allowed

to request permission to mount the altar for a voluntary crop ritual.

If I generously decide to accommodate such a plea, that pig will then

choose the altar settings but not the number of strokes, stroke

intervals or the degree of force with which the crop will strike

the...ass flesh...; my hand...wielding the holy crop is always directed by

divine inspiration following a solemn prayer."

       She then pointed at a contraption resembling a footstool at her feet.

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                         Bred Wee, to Serve

                              Part II

                            by Reavan

            

            The sacred behavioural modification altar

        The altar stands about one foot high, a foot and a half wide

and two feet long. The top forms an arch four inches higher in

the middle where seven triangular rotating oak  spindles span

the width of the altar, about an inch and a quarter  apart.

Both ends of the altar are flat and smooth; only the slaves

belly rests on the spindles. Each triangular spindle  can be

rotated with a knob; selecting one of three, three

quarter-inch sides: one flat, one convex and one concave; or

one of three more or less sharp vertexes; the sharpest being

slightly blunted in order not to contaminate the altar with

the blood of a subhuman.

       For the benefit of Piglet the mistress asked for a volunteer

from the herd to demonstrate the altar ritual required for

offering ones body and character in the holy ritual. All nine

pigs excitedly raised their hands. The mistress nodded at a

slave next to Piglet. She also motioned for her to crawl in

between her and the crop keeper to closely observe the ritual.

        The selected girl crawled to the device and then kneeling with

praying hands smiled sweetly at her mistress. A condescending

nod commanded the chosen pig to rotate each `motivating

element' until the mistress was satisfied. Each spindle was

now set at the sharpest apex. The girl did not look at the

settings but closed her eyes and gingerly draped her body over

the altar. Her legs were stretched to the floor as far as she

could, with the soles of her feet vertical and her arms

straight out with her finger tips on the floor. Her head was

craned up and turned toward the crop. Her beautiful shapely

ass was now high and helplessly exposed to the mistress's

will. Piglet watched her grimace as the sharp edges dug into

her flesh. The mistress closed her eyes, praying silently and

then slowly but deliberately reached by Piglet for the crop.

The keeper moved closer, fitting the hanging crop into the

palm of her hand. Then as everyone in the room held their

breath, she pulled it out of its vaginal sheath. The tip was

then presented to the victim's lips, letting her swallow and

suckled on it. When it was withdrawn the victim looked the

other way and waited her body tense and trembling. The

mistress whacked her ass twice and then deliberately inserted

the crop into its sheath, as the slave cried out "oynnnnnnk

oynnnnnnk." She then rose, presenting her ass to the mistress,

who smiled contently stroking the marks, then making her turn

to display her striped belly. Smiling again she traced the

marks with her fingers and then folded her hands closing her

eyes for a moment and prayed.

        "I have prayed for you swine, make your rounds." She walked to

the farthest slave in the room and presented her ass with her

hands in the praying mode, smiling back at her mistress. That

slave wedged her praying hands in between her thighs and

warmly kissed both cheeks sounding a loud oink with each kiss;

she then turned to receive a kiss on her belly. Each of the

remaining slaves except the crop keeper then repeated the

ritual. Piglet was then ordered back to her original spot.

        After Piglet had kissed her cheeks and belly the slave

returned to her mistress who used a small pad to dab something

on her face. She then crawled back and knelt next to Piglet

again.

        The mistress eyed Piglet. "I want you to look deeply in to the

eyes of this sow, who has voluntarily felt pain for you."

Piglet stared into a beautiful oval Latino's face with large

almond eyes and full sensuous lips, smiling bravely through

the teary streaks decorating her cheeks. They were reddish and

she realized now, what the mistress had dabbed on the face was

rouge, which dried the tears leaving red streaks. There was no

anger or resentment in her face, only an expression of

companionship and acceptance of the fate they both shared as

slaves.

        "You see how the sow smiles? She...volunteered to demonstrate,

displaying her love for me and gladly accepted the pain for

your benefit. How do you feel about your pain sow?"

        "My pain and tears is the price I gladly pay to confirm my

love for a mistress who prays on my behalf to correct my ways.

My beloved mistress needed to demonstrate the mounting of the

sacred altar to relish the holy crop; I was honoured to

volunteer."

        "You may both look at me. Now look around the room at my herd

of sows one at the time piglet." She eyed each beautiful

angelic face in turn as they returned her gaze and then

returned it to the mistress.

        "You see this entire herd of swine ... worship their mistress...

as all sub-humans must! Only a sacred daily punishment regimen

performed with love, affection and combined with prayers can

encourage and maintain that devotion.  There is regrettably no

other way to amend the hereditary flaws of sub human swine."

        Piglet was given the signal to crawl to the altar. She

reassumed the praying position and waited for permission to

adjust the spindles. When the mistress nodded she proceeded to

turn each knob, clicking them one notch at the time while

maintaining eye contact with her mistress, until she was

satisfied. She then closed her eyes and draped her little body

over the altar presenting her plumb ass as required. Unable to

reach the floor with her hands or feet she felt the sharp

edges work in to her belly while the mistress prayed. She

watched the mistress's hand reach for the crop handle and

slowly pull it out of the keeper's cunt.  She suckled it

eagerly tasting the keeper's juice on the leather. When the

mistress removed it she turned her head away and waited. The

middle blocks were fairly sharp while the other four seemed

flat. The first lash found its mark on her flesh and she,

cried "Oooouuuhs," loudly and instinctively jerked her arms

and legs forcing the full weight of her body onto the painful

motivating elements. She quickly resumed her position trying

to minimize her weight on the altar.

        "What did I hear a human sound? How dare you pig?"

She corrected her mistake and cried, "Oink, Oieeenk." Then after a

slight pause, she got two more one light and one very hard in quick

succession.

        "What did the sex farm teach you about pain, Swine?"

        "If my owner's pleasure is to beat my flesh, then pain is my

pleasure." Three more quick ones followed, then a small pause.

Then one more and a long pause where she was made to wet the

crop again. Finally two not very hard whacks landed with a

short pause and then one last very painful lash. The mistress

seemed to deliberately vary the timing and force of each

stroke; confusing the victim's expectations thereby

aggravating the suffering.

        She oinked loudly; no longer feeling the pain in her stomach

as the mistress reinserted the crop in its warm and wet human

sheath. She was ordered up to display her ass while the

mistress prayed. When she opened her eyes again she smiled

contently surveying the now multi coloured fleshy bubbles,

"How do you feel now... Pig?" She asked breathlessly, with a

passionate erotic timbre in the voice, almost as if she had

reached a sexual climaxed.

        "Rewarded Mistress ... I'm so rewarded."

        `But, you are crying and the...tears ... are pouring down your

rosy cheeks." She was breathing deeply now, transported.

        "Tears are the sweet, honeydew of life Mistress."

        "Taste your tears!" She used her long tongue as instructed.

"Tears are salty, are they not swine?"

        "Ah Yes, my beloved mistress ...but it is also the sustenance of

all life even for slaves and animals," she sobbed slowly/

        "Slaves are inferior, sub humans!"

        "Yes my mistress, inferior and much less useful than

live-stock, yet we breathe and procreate; only of course when

blindfolded and closely supervised by our human masters." The

mistress smiled contently, pleased with the mindset of her

piglet.

        "Face me now," she turned as the mistress viewed the three

vertical red stripes across her belly. "Ah, your alabaster

stomach display stripes so well," emphasising the word

`alabaster' strongly. "Doesn't it pig?" She reached with both

hands and dug her fingernails into her breasts making her

cringe, forcing her to her knees..

        "Yes mistress I'm gratified that you are pleased." The

fingernails dug in deeper holding them there as she smiled

sweetly at her helpless victim.

       "Oh I am pig, it gives me extreme pleasure to see those stripes

and maybe next time we'll have seven."

       She released her breasts and then pinched each nipple hard,

pulling on them for a moment, smiling even sweeter. She leaned

forward to ease the pain and then got a fierce stare. She

cringed and slowly leaned back while her tormenters facial

expression eased as her tits became even more pointed than they

were. She tried to smile at her mistress as the pain increased

until her nipples were suddenly released and the mistress

slapped them hard twice; to one side and then the other.

       She fell back a bit but quickly recovered and expanded her

chest thrusting it forward while smiling obediently; presenting

her tits for more of her mistress's sadistic pleasures. She

received a muted yet triumphant smile in return; having

apparently satisfied her mistress's need for total submission

while eagerly volunteering for more pain. Her mistress then

reached for her breasts gripping them lightly with her thumbs

and fingers. Pig 10 leaned forward, pressing her painful flesh

into the grip of her tormenter, while again smiling obediently.

The grip then gradually became vicelike and increasingly

painful as her hands twisted one way and then the other while

she smiled icily. Suddenly she released her and slapping her

tits several times.

        "Get up and display your ass again pig," She rose quickly and

presented her sore buttocks, "oh those striped protruding

alabaster globes, umm I relish those pink hues turning red

now, and...oh...that gives me such pleasure. You do... want to

please me, don't you sow?" Her fingernails pinched her ass

flesh in several places and then her soft inner thighs in

about ten places before ordering her to kneel again.

       "My mistress pleasure is truly my pleasure, nothing else

matters in my life." She answered as she endures the pain of

the pinching fingernails and then took up the praying position;

doing her best to smile sweetly through her tears but despite

the physical pain she truly meant every word from her heart.

She passionately loved her mistress; there were no other

emotion possible towards an owner in her makeup.

       "But now, if you are a really good pig every day and make no

punishable mistakes, I won't see those stripes on your

alabaster skin or witness your honeydew tears. That would make

me very sad."

        "Oh my mistress," she sobbed, "only your happiness matters. The pain

of receiving those stripes whenever you wish to see them and my tears

is my life. I don't see why I would need making a mistake to mount the

alter."

        "Do you still believe that a slave can enjoy sex?"

        "No mistress, I'm very sorry to have been such a fool, Thank

you for teaching me the truth."

        The mistress then prayed and ordered her to go the rounds. She

was disappointed and frustrated as she presented her ass and

belly to her sister slaves. The pain she could deal with; that

was part of a natural law for slaves but there was no sex, no

closure. She needed to serve someone sexually; there were no

other purpose to her life. The tears kept flowing but no

longer from pain; her heart was crying now. She had never been

asked to do anything by an owner the drovers or auction house

staff that didn't result in sexual fulfilment for them. She

would cum many times during a sex act but the most powerful

feeling would come when her owner was totally satisfied. A

rush would then surge through her body from the gratification

of knowing that her one and only reason to live had been

fulfilled. She realized now how fortunate she had been with

her first owner; no wonder she and the other sex slaves had

loved serving him. She also thanked her own memory for the

answers about receiving pain, drilled into her head for years

at the sex farm. Answers she had never thought would be

needed.

She could feel the sympathy and solidarity from their wet lips kissing

her burning cheeks and sore belly. She slowly completed her rounds and

then returned to get her teary streaks dried with rouge before taking

up her position. She noticed during her kisses that no other pig had

nail marks on their breasts. So she assumed that she had suffered

extra pain as part of a ritual initiation.

                The sacred riding crop ritual

        The crop by the mistress's command was a sacred icon to be

revered; for the slaves it represented an instrument of

unavoidable pain and suffering to be expressed with passionate

conviction and pleasure. At no time during their waking hours

were they even for one instance able to escape its

intimidating presence. It completely dominated their lives to

the point where eating and other necessary daily functions

became mere distractions. The crop was nearly always in their

field of vision during their waking hours and in their dreams

at night

        The tip of the riding crop was flexible and split in three

pliable four-inch leather strips. Those ends had to be

maintained in a moist warm cunt sheath when not in use. When

removed it would strike the flesh a number of times and then

be returned. It was displayed for the pigs during mealtimes,

propped up on two supports at the edge of the mistress's

dinner table.

        At night it was placed horizontally in two hooks connected by

an inverted tee to the bottom of a wood pole hanging from the

ceiling. The pole was mounted in a pivot allowing it to turn

on its own axis. A large vane was attached near the top with a

return spring system; when catching a draft the pole would

turn and then slowly return it with a creaking sound. At bed

time the altar was placed under the crop and surrounded by

seven large flickering candles, which burned all night. The

candles were there to keep the crop warm but also gave it an

ominous life of its own, as the shadows of the crop turning

and creaking intermittently played on the walls and ceiling

beams, reminding any slave not sleeping of the hopelessly

tenuous tread separating her from an inevitable encounter. The

question was not whether her flesh would have a painful

incident with the crop but for most days, when and how often.

        In the morning and after each meal the mistress rejuvenated

the crop in a formal ritual. After praying, sitting in her

chair she would hold the crop away and angled up slightly.

Each pig would then kneel in turn with her hands in the

praying position under the crop and suckle on the flexible

tips. The mistress kindly raised or lowered the crop to fit

the ends in their open mouths, Next they would shuffle over on

their knees to one side, their hands still in the praying

mode, where the keeper of the day was positioned lying down

with her legs spread and knees pulled up. They would kiss and

lick her cunt passionately, inserting as much saliva in it as

possible. When all were done the keeper would stand and the

mistress then inserted the business end of the crop in her

vagina where it would stay until meals or bedtime, except when

a pig presented her precious flesh on the altar to atone for a

committed sin.

To be continued

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Bred Wee, to Serve.

Part III

By Reavan

“So you little swine, now that you have been inducted into the inspirational conditioning of the holy crop enhanced by the sacred altar and since I’m sure we now understand each other really well, you will be given a daily responsibility. When I bathe or use the toilet you will wash my anus and then…lick it vigorously, other sows service other parts of my body.” She rose, turned her back and bend over her chair spreading her legs. The crop keeper lifted her dress, exposing her ass crack. Piglet did not have to be told what to do and her lips and tongue quickly met her mistress’s rose, licking and kissing.  There was no unpleasant taste or smell; someone had washed her very well. The mistress then stood up and turned, staring hard at her latest pig as she sat down again.

“As my lowest ranking swine, you will also be responsible for maintaining the anuses of the entire herd. They must be clean and pure at all times I can’t stomach filthy subhuman creatures in my chambers. In order to be sure that you understand what that entails you will now lick every anus in the herd.”

She motioned the crop keeper to spread her legs and touch the floor with her fingers. Piglet knelt and positioned her head on a slant in the crack so the mistress could watch her long tongue in action. One by one she licked the assholes of her nine sister slaves. When finished she read a nearly imperceptible facial twitch in the mistress’s face to resume her praying position.

“Now do you understand fully what your daily function is and what I mean by clean?”

Job acceptance

“Yes my mistress, I will be diligent every day to ensure that my assigned body part is perfectly clean at all times.”

“Every time you wash a pig you will lick the anus you have just washed. I may ask you anytime to lick it again so it’s up to you to decide when cleaning is required. This Pig” she pointed at a shapely Oriental “is in charge of cunts. You will of course work together in the toilet area behind the feed trough, since your areas of responsibility are close. She will clean your cunt and anus and you will do the same to her; do you understand?”

“Yes my beloved Mistress I am privileged to serve and receive such an important responsibility. “ She was really thrilled to be given this task; her need to completely obey her owner, no matter how menial a task was a rush, she would now perform those duties with the same total commitment she applied when serving sexually. One of the pigs near Piglet raised two hands above her head. The mistress nodded and gave her a sign to leave. Piglet wondered why a few minutes later a bell rang somewhere and the mistress gave her and the oriental a sign to crawl out of the room. She followed her to a room behind the feeding sty where they found the slave who had left earlier standing next to a potty and various buckets filled with water. They cleaned their respective areas on her and then crawled back to the common chamber, where they licked the slave’s anus and vagina under the mistress’s watchful eyes.

After returning she watched as her mistress eyed two other pigs in turn and then a spot on the floor moving her head slightly from side to side. The two pigs threw themselves to the floor on their sides in the opposite direction, with their extended tongue very close to the others vagina. She then motioned Piglet to get on her knees and head on the floor ass high at her feet. She slapped her ass lightly with her hand twice. The two slaves on the floor immediately began having oral sex grunting and oinking like pigs. Another slap and they stopped and then another two whacks and they continued, grunting and slurping. She realized that she was not being punished but was being used as a drum to direct the action on the floor. Watching the floor in front of the mistress she saw another two slaves hit the floor in the same position. Two whacks on her ass and they went in to action. Then another two slaves hit the floor and her ass received two more whack, then one and the second coupled stopped. She noticed that the way all three couples were positioned; one was able to keep an eye on the mistress between the others spread thighs while licking or waiting with an extended tongue. Why had the mistress told her that slaves could not climax and now they were being ordered to have oral sex?

She could also see the remaining slaves, sometimes masturbating and fondling their own breasts while grunting and oinking. She didn’t know the signals yet since she couldn’t see her mistress. After a good while and many more light whacks she felt her hand just rubbing one ass cheek, she instinctively rose and faced her mistress on her knees The mistress raised her head slightly eyeing the back of the room and she crawled away. When she got to her spot, another slave had crawled to take her place at the mistress’s feet. The mistress eyed Piglet and then lowered her eyes to her vagina. She immediately began to finger herself and squeeze her breasts while grunting, as the mistresses’ hand slapped intermittently in ones or twos conducting the oral sex on the floor. Another direct look from her mistress and a slight quick sideways movement of her head and piglet knew to stop.

Suddenly she received a direct stare and the sideways head motion to the floor look and she hit it quickly with another slave. The other girl had the mistress’s eyes and acted on her signals. They licked each other, grunting and slurping several times interrupted by longer ordered pauses.

Suddenly they were ordered to the altar, her partner had missed a cue and punishment was inevitable. The herd was instructed to assume their praying positions to watch the ritual.

Piglet was ordered by the mistress’s eye to prepare the altar even though she had not made the mistake. She turned the knobs as required, which she noticed was maximum sharpness when she mounted the altar. The other pig was ordered to lie down looking up into Piglets face. They were then told to cup each others heads with their hands and stare into each other’s eyes. That to some extend took the pressure off her stomach. She got ten lashes for the other pig’s infraction. Between each lash the mistress pushed the crop in her partner’s mouth to be suckled. Piglet cried her oinks out loudly with each whack of variable severity as her tears dripped on her partner’s face, while her ass received what she did not deserve. This was another of the mistress’s head games, letting the guilty party off but forcing her to watch and hear the cries of an innocent slave a few inches from her own lips. The facial expression of her partner slave was one of apologetic pity tempered by calm resignation to the inescapable destiny of their lives.

She got up and faced her mistress; tears pouring down her cheeks expecting her partner to get the same treatment. “I am very pleased now with you alabaster complexion pig. Oh I feel so good now, are you pleased for your mistress?” Her face beamed with an orgasmic glow.

“Yes mistress,” she sobbed, “I see the contented flame in your eyes; I feel you happiness. I am fulfilling my responsibility as a sub human. The pain in my flesh is warming my heart with true delight and love for my mistress.”     

The mistress smiled sweetly and prayed before sending her for the rounds and then to get her face rouged before taking up her position. She had learned that you didn’t always get physically punishment for an infraction; sometimes the mistress would torment the wrongdoer mentally by making her watch her innocent sister suffer.

The mistress then ordered three pairs back on the floor leaving the rest masturbating. After a short time she stopped all action and everyone assumed the praying hands position. She then motioned two slaves to approach the altar. “You know why you’re here?” One of them nodded. “Well what was your disgusting sin?” Speak swine!”

“I pretended to climaxed like a human when this pig,” she looked at her partner, “licked my cunt on my mistress’s orders and I even pretended to shake with pleasure.”

“How many times do I have to tell you…pig, that it is impossible for a slave to attain sexual pleasure? It is a grievous sin for your kind to be a human pretender.”

“Yes I deserve to be corrected on the altar; I have sinned, despite the prayers of my beloved mistress. Please exorcise the evils from my body

“I don’t want to deprive you of redemption. You would be very disappointed and that would make me feel bad. Do you want me to be punished by a higher power for not correcting your sin?”

“Oh no please I must be punished, I want to feel the pain and cry so my mistress can pray on my behalf to that higher power.”

The mistress smiled sweetly and ordered her to turn the blocks to positions befitting her crime. Shaking with fear she adjusted them to the most painful edges. Piglet now guessed that the innocent slave would be punished since the guilty one was already more than terrified. She could see the orgasmic pleasure in her mistress’s face as the slave spoke and her body trembled. Sure enough the innocent slave was told to mount the altar.

She quickly obeyed; mounting the altar with her black bubble ass forming a mountainous spacious target. The oriental was motioned to join her below and they cradle each other’s heads, the guilty staring anxiously into the eyes of the innocent awaiting unjustified pain. The mistress waited while the black slave’s heavy body suffered on the sharp edges selected by her partner. Piglet could only see the side of her face but she was obviously grimacing with pain that the coming lashes would overshadow. The Oriental whimpered loudly watching her partner suffer, as the mistress deliberately prolonged her prayer to intensify their misery. Finally she reached for the crop, pulling it out ever so slowly and then offered it to the Oriental who attempted to suckle as quickly as possible, the spittle pouring out of her crop filled mouth. The mistress was now in an orgasmic trance but finally she landed five quick but variable whacks on the beautiful black ass and returned the crop to its sheath.

After a quick inspection and prayer the slave made her rounds for the ritual kissed and returned for the rouge before taking up her position.

Her appetite for beating flesh with the accompanying tears seemed to have been sated for the moment. She rose and eyed four pigs in turn who crawled close to her and waited. She rang a small bell and the keeper appeared, motioning the remaining pigs to follow her. Piglet was in the group of four plus the crop keeper with the mistress which including the two slaves just punished. They crawled behind her as she walked into a library for what turned out to be quiet period. As Piglet would experience later the slaves following the keeper, were put to work cleaning, scrubbing floors and other household duties  The mistress never watched this but her inspection later on was in keeping with her fanatical obsession towards everything else.    

To be continued

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