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I woke up with a hangover the size of Texas . The good part was that I was still a little drunk, the bad part was, and I hadno idea where I was. Not that it mattered, I wouldn't be going anywherewith this ice-pick in my head. God I hate being hung-over, but I can'thelp it once I start drinking, especially when the bar is full of pretty undergrads. Ohsure, they're all under age, but who can say no to hotties that flash a fakeID and an unbelievable (and completely unattainable) body. After my eyesadjust, I realize I am back in my apartment, just on the couch. At leastI made it that far. Last week I awoke in the hallway, the super had tokick me to wake me up. Or maybe he just wanted to kick me, no matter;right now all I can do to keep this hangover at bay is have another drink...

"Hey, thanks for the drink," I turn half surprised to see a blonde, gorgeous girl standing next to me in the bar, alone, with a slight grin, holding onto a pint of something dark.

"wha, ay, yea, you are welcome," I stutter back, not knowing what the hell she is talking about. I have been at the bar for the past 6 hours nursing my hangover off its deathbed, and I am slightly buzzed, but I am not so drunk as to forget buying this lovely princess a beer. she obviously has mistaken me for someone else, but am I going to complain?

"I am surprised you remember me, you were pretty drunk, and the things you were saying last night, normally I would chalk it up to the alcohol, but you seemed so sincere and, well, you showed up tonight, so maybe I was wrong about you..." she trailed off, baiting me perhaps to see if I remembered what in the hell I had said, or was it just her way of apologizing for her misjudgment? I couldn't think about either option. she was just drop dead gorgeous and she was talking to me. she was obviously taller than me, she was tan and firm, and her blonde hair, it just cascaded down her shoulders and back. she was wearing cowboy boots and jeans, but it was her white t-shirt that got all the attention. no frills, she didn't need any, her body was a work of art. while I sat there stammering and trying to figure out what to say next, she pulled her hair back into a stern pony tail and set her beer down next to mine.

"how could I not remember you?" I bluffed, "and while I might have been drunk, you know they say you get the truth out of people after a few drinks!" I laughed trying to get some sort of control on the situation. nothing doing.

"Well then, shouldn't you make good on your word?" her eyes simply sparkled, at what I was sure to find out sooner or later, but apparently I was on the hook for something.

"Jake, get us three shots of tequila, on his tab!" she shouted down to my sometimes psychiatrist, sometimes pal, but always bartender. 

"three?" I looked around, hoping it would be her twin or maybe another equally gorgeous girl joining us.

"Yea, one for me, two for you, or are you going to backout on your promises already?" her tone wasn't challenging as much as it was disappointed. 

I wasn't going to blow this, no matter what, so I had to recover quickly andhope that whatever I had said last night would be revealed later on in theevening. "oh, I just figured you would have ordered six, to savetime," smiling, I still have it, after all these beers, er uh, I meanyears.

"Oh no, I like variety. Besides too much tequila and I will be speaking Spanish," such a cute joker, and her eyes, they didn't betray a thing. but I was certain she was plotting, I could just feel it. probably the way a mouse feels when staring into the eyes of a snake, not knowing what the move will be next, but certain that once in its jaws, it wont matter. have to stay out of her jaws, have to stay-

"Here, two for you, one for me, salud!" wow, that second one really kicked me in the ass. the first was fun, doing it with her and knowing I was with this gorgeous girl at the bar, in outrageous cowboy boots and a tight as all hell t-shirt, doing shots... but the second. I felt her eyes again. I felt her burning into me with her eyes, almost savoring the moment, like a first step towards something. like an inauguration. or maybe I was just getting drunk. nasty fucking quervo, and quickly with a chaser to make it all better.

"not too bad" I lied.

"Fucking awful," she laughed, "The next one will be much sweeter, I promise, maybe lemon drops? I just needed to kickstart this evening. Besides, isn't this all part of the plan?" she winked. I am positive, she just winked. what plan? what the hell did I say to her? fuck, maybe this girl is just crazy and makes up shit to drunks at the bar to get free drinks. whoa, paranoia, keep er together boss, just relax and meet her smile.

"oh Princess, tequila or lemon drops, I would drink anything if you wanted me to-" before I could even finish she was at it again.

"Hey Jake, three lemon drops!" she sang out, standing on her bar chair, her chest inches away from my face, her perfume literally permeating my lungs and brain, her scent, her breath, it was like a huge wave hitting me. "... and don't be silly, of course I know that" she had already sat down and was talking to me but I wasn't aware of it. her presence was more intoxicating than the liquor. what had she just said? was that to me or was she talking to Jake? I was confused but just smiled and played along.

"to you, Princess, for making me keep my promises!" I anted up, tossing a few more chips into the pile. what hand was she playing...

she slammed her shot glass on the wooden bar and handed me my second, nonchalantlymusing "oh you say that now, but wait until later, you might regret yourpromises in the morning..." she hinted, letting her hand run down my arm,and rest on my leg. there were a couple of drops from the last shot thatnever made it into her mouth, landing on her t-shirt, perfectly in-betweenher perfect chest. she caught me staring and arched her back as I downedthe shot.

"That's a good boy, all you need is a little motivation," I felt her words more than heard them. how could I look at her, she was so beautiful and I was losing the battle. I was losing myself in her presence. sure the alcohol helped, but it was more than just that. I felt drugged, but I wasn't, not at least with anything man made. it was her, she was... seducing me? oh I don't know how much more of this I can take. Things are already starting to get surreal...

"maybe we should slow down a little, its still early," slight pleading in my voice as Jake comes by with three more shots, this time jager-bombs. sound the alarms, man over board! eegad.

"Early? Its almost 11, and we have so much to do, I would say its late! Shut up and drink, loser!" It wasn't so much the way she said it, playful and coy, it was the words that she used. especially that last. it hit me like an electric shock. and the first bomb, it went down while I was still comprehending what she had just called me. "loser" as easily as if she knew all along, knew that she could get me to do whatever she wanted. just another plaything for her. she read my mind. "Come on, time for your second. This will help, trust me, you will feel so much better doing what I say," I looked into her eyes when she said that. she was serious. she had stopped smiling. the music in the bar was on mute. the crowd noise had hushed, all I could hear were her words to me. I was tranced. she stood up out of her chair and got in-between my legs, standing above me, holding the shot. "That's a good boy, let me help you. Open your mouth, there you go," she held the shot glass and brought it to my lips, I could smell with redbull and jagermeister, her body had closed in upon me, and then it was in my mouth. "mmm good boy, now swallow. that's it, swallow it all down, just like you promised, mmm wasn't that good..."

I was reeling. I couldn't think. I was intoxicated with her. I wasnumb, my body was tingling. "Come on, that's it, another one, good boy...mmm taste good? oh you are almost ready aren't you, oh yes I think youare..."

"Tab Jake, were outta here!" I barely made out what she was saying to me, something about her place. wow, this was it, whatever it was, I had won. maybe it was a drinking contest? maybe it was just an excuse for her to let down her guard and grab some strange? maybe I was just lucky? I wasn't fighting it, she led me out of the bar and into a waiting cab and I was in heaven.

She straddled me in the cab, and just held me close to her chest. I could barelymove I was so drunk. she held me there and stroked my hair, whisperingin my ear how much fun she was going to have, how she was so happy I wasthere tonight, how I kept my promises. I didn't fight it, I just enjoyedher chest against my face and breathed in her scent. "oh I promiseyou wont regret this, I know you are a little out of it now, but I promiseyou, I will make this a memorable night," What? how in the hellwould I ever regret this, she was a dream come true. like a Dallas cowboycheerleader from my fantasies as a kid, come to life and mauling me in a cab.

the air was cold and her apartment was in the warehouse district. "inwe go, that's it, be careful the elevator is old" we got in the elevator,and I was so drunk it felt like we were going down, but she punched the buttonfor 5, damn those jagerbombs.

"lay down over there, I will be right back," I hit the leather couch in 2 seconds flat. I didn't want to pass out on her, but if she wanted me, she was going to have to make it happen. I was so drunk I don't even remember how many shots we downed. as I laid on the couch, I felt tugging on my shoes. I couldn't even turn over, I was just a mess. off came the second shoe, and then I felt my pants being pulled off. that got me to roll over! there she was, wearing a babydoll with impossibly high heels. was I dreaming? 

"Come on, big boy, unbutton your pants so I can get these off and get you ready, you have got a long night ahead of you!" she was laughing now, full on laughing, and I wasn't sure if it was at me or with me. she was enjoying herself, and I was in no way going to protest. two buttons later, and my pants were on the floor. I tried to take my shirt off, but she just ripped the buttons and tossed it aside. two quick pulls on my socks and I was left on her couch with nothing but boxers.

"Much better, but I will save the unveiling for the moment of truth," more laughing and giggling, and she was gone in the darkness before I could say anything witty.

Oh what a tease, here I am in boxers, and its cold, and now she just disappearson me? God I am drunk, I cant even stand up. I cant even move orI will fall over. just hold on, amigo, she will be back, don't pass out,not yet, she will be back soon...

I felt her before I saw her or heard her, she was sitting on me. Literallysitting on my chest with all her weight like I was a pillow, or part of thecouch. I opened my eyes and could see her back, her beautifully archedback and hips. she was massaging my feet, first one then the other, pulling,rubbing, kneading, god she was such a goddess. her white babydoll literallyglowed on her tan body. her hair, still pulled back in a severe ponytail,swayed back and forth as she worked my feet. without saying a word shespun on my chest and looked down into my eyes, a high heeled foot on eitherside of my head. 

"So do you like my place?" she smiled and pinched my nose. I was still very drunk, I could not even say a word, I was too dumbfounded at where I was to believe what was happening.

without missing a beat she followed up "Well I am glad you do, I don'tinvite many boys back here, you are special." I felt it again, thatseduction, her eyes, her mouth, the way the words rolled out of her like honey "veryspecial, and you are going to keep your promises to me, I will make sure ofthat," she said as she grabbed both of my arms and held them above myhead and massaged them. I could feel her working on each one, first theright, then the left, slowly taking her time, letting her chest brush acrossmy nose, the feeling of her babydoll sliding over my face, knowing she wasinches away and yet somehow feeling like she was a million miles away... 

it was not the first warning signal I had. there were others earlier inthe night, little hints that she kept dropping, almost ominous, except thatin a public setting how could I do anything but play along and chalk them upto flirtatious advances. but here, things were feeling different. likea ship in a sea of fog, the warning from the lighthouse was far away and hazy,but now, we were much closer to the rocks, I could feel the light trying topenetrate through the fog, but it was hopeless, it was feet thick, cloudedby alcohol and sexual tension. I was aware something was not right butI was unable and unwilling to stop it.

"There we go, how do you feel? she was genuinely concerned, I could tell from her tone of voice.

"perfect, thank you for the massage, you are so beautiful-" she hit me so hard I didn't even see it coming and didn't feel it until my head stopped shaking. there were stars, and I felt my eyes tear up, my face was on fire.

"I didn't ask you what you thought of me, loser, I asked you how youfelt. what do you think I am stupid? of course I am beautiful, look atme, I could have any guy I wanted. I could have any girl I wanted. Idon't need your compliments and I don't want them, I just wanted to make sureyou were not in any pain. I want to make this process as comfortable foryou as possible." she said matter of fact, not screaming, not yelling,not sneering, not hateful. just although she was talking to a dog, orreading from an encyclopedia. just as calm and clear as you please.

process. what process. I thought we were going to be fucking likedogs, that isn't a process in my book. was she a scientist? why didshe have to say it like that. I was confused, and it obviously showedthrough.

"What's that look for? You didn't think a girl like me would hold you to your promises? Oh, you really don't know what you bargained for, do you? I have been thinking about this all day, I was positive you were not going to show up. But now you are here, and I am going to make you keep your promises, you are going to... eat your words," she smiled, running her finger around my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips.  then she disappeared, literally just vanished, she was sitting on my chest and immediately got up and *poof* she was gone. what the hell is going on here? I could hear her, walking away, her heels clicking down on the floor, then even that faded out. my arms and feet still tingled, god what a great massage she gave me. my whole body felt electric, the alcohol was still coursing through me when I heard her heels softly growing louder, then stopped.

ZAP! oh my god I cant see. I cant see! "what the fuck?what?" I screamed out, terrified, like a child, not understanding butafraid anyway. it was just the lights. "just"... it wasrow after row of bright halogen lights above me, beaming down, there must havebeen 100 of them, all over the ceiling. the entire room that I was incame into view once my eyes adjusted. it was all mirrors and all white. whitetile floor, silver mirrors for walls, and as it happened it wasn't a leathercouch I was on, but a white leather table, about 2 feet off the ground. Itried to turn away from the lights, but I couldn't. I was being held down,the couch, or table or whatever this was alive and holding me down! I screamedout again for help and I heard her giggle.

I looked over, and against the doorway I could see her silhouette. shewas so beautiful, I could hear her coming towards me but the lights hid herform. I looked down and saw my ankles and feet were completely wrappedin something white, holding me to the table. without even looking, I knewmy hands were held the same way, but it was ok, she was coming next to me.  Iwould be ok, but then as she approached she began to squeak at me, making mousenoises? what the hell is going on in this place? oh no, its a tableshe is wheeling over, the wheels are squeaking on the tile floor. 

"Oh god I thought you were making mouses noises at me," I spoke without even thinking as she wheeled the cart up along side my body and stroked my hair with an attentive look into my eyes. without saying anything, she took her thumb and pushed it between my lips and began to run it around the inside of my mouth. with her other hand she brought it to her lips "sssshhh" was all she said. her thumb pressed down on my tongue and held it there, then she applied pressure and opened my mouth, pulling it down as far as I could stretch. her smile broadened "that's a good boy, a nice wide open mouth for Princess. You swallowed everything I gave you tonight, just like you promised, I love a boy who keeps his word. now are you going to be a good little piggy and swallow everything else for me?" she began to laugh, and I was completely turned on and had no clue what she was talking about. 

"Maybe you need to look like a pig to act like a pig," she mused as she opened the table droor and took out a pink pig nose on a band, and stretched it behind my head, "Lift up piggy, that's good..." placing the snout firmly over my nose. I felt ridiculous, she could not stop laughing. this was getting stranger by the moment, but her body in that babydoll, and her voice and her eyes, I was helpless, despite being bound physically, I was mentally bound to her as well. my mouth was still open as she continues to laugh. she laughed so hard tears hit my face, and I tried to laugh but all that came out was a pig like oink and grunt which made her laugh even harder.

she began to open droors and shuffle things around on the movable table, andI took the time to quickly glance around a little more. it was immaculatelyclean. there were other... instruments and medical contraptions all aroundthe room. hoses and bags, a wall full of tools, something that lookedlike a dentist's chair, maybe this beautiful princess was studying to be adoctor?

I looked up to see her placing a large tray, almost like a sushi tray, onher lap, her beautiful legs bent and her heels resting on the bar stool ring. quicklyshe snapped on a pair of white latex gloves. the stool she was sittingon was so tall all I could see when I looked to my left was the tray and about5 or 6 bowls on it, but I couldn't tell what, if anything were in them. eachbowl had its own spoon. I saw her staring intently into one bowl whilefishing around in it with her spoon. when she brought it out, the spoonwas large and she sang out "Open wider, piglet, this first one is goingto go in your mouth and then down your little pig throat. a promise isa promise and mister you are going to wish you never met me by tomorrow! that'sit, keep it open, once the spoon is all the way in, close your mouth and letme slide the spoon out between your lips. That's it...in we go? close yourmouth and let me slide the spoon out? there we go? now? its IN your MOUTH!" andshe cracked up before I could even tell what the hell I was eating. thenI felt it, it was cold and slimy. omg... OMG it MOVED! my eyes musthave bugged out because before I could even gurgle out a scream her one handwas covering my mouth while her other pinched my pig nose shut. She heldmy head down firmly with both hands and made sure it was staying in my mouth.I was squirming and trying to do anything to pull away from this evil couch,but I could barely even move a muscle. she kept laughing while the living spoonfulwas flopping and squirming in my mouth, it was horrible. Once she caught herbreath, she stopped laughing enough to blurt out "What's wrong, don'tpigs like goldfish?" at that even I began to laugh, I had swallowed lotsof goldfish in my time at college and was absolutely relieved it wasn't anythingmy imagination was conjuring up. I kept thinking of eels or worms, goddamn fear factor has ruined me for sure. I relaxed and let it flop arounduntil it hit the back of my throat, then with one big gulp, down it went. Andin a weird way, it felt good.

she was beaming when she saw my throat contract, "Good Pig!" shewas genuinely excited and happy. she clapped her gloved hands togetherand looked down upon me with that beautiful face and those amazing eyes. itwas all I could do not to ask for another goldfish, I would do anything forher, and to see her so happy, it was pure bliss. I was looking up into eyesthat were as deep as the ocean but lit up like fire. Her babydoll was revealingher perfect cleavage and I began to get hard at the unbelievable view of herchest and her legs and her face, she was all right there, right next to me,and she was a Goddess. She smiled broadly and spoke down to me. 

"I promise you, no more living things, piggy, but that doesn't mean youwont be begging me for goldfish by the time I am through with you!" herbreasts heaved as she threatened me, her eyes held mine, I knew she meant everysingle word she said. I began to rethink everything. I was alonewith her, completely bound, completely drunk, and she was literally tauntingme with promises I had made the night before in a blaster of a drinkfest. Shewas absolutely thrilled with the prospect of feeding me what ever else shehad on that tray, and somehow delighted in the fact that it was only goingto get worse... but fuck she was beautiful. she was so beautiful. Icould never say no to her, and she knew it...

She got up from the stool, and stood back to look at me, to study me for asecond. She began to walk around me while she spoke, ?I promise you, littlepig, that you will regret every promise you made to me last night. You areswallow everything in these bowls, every last spoonful, no matter how muchyou fight me or protest.? She pulled thick, white, leather straps from underthe couch and began to toss them lazily over my body. ?and while I really enjoyyour struggling and squirming, I think its time you realize that fighting mewill only make it worse for you. I want to burn this into your brain- the moreyou resist, the more I will take the necessary measures to ensure you keepyour promises to me.? One strap fell across my shins, another across my knees,then my thighs, my stomach, and two across my chest. ?I worked hard to preparethis meal for you, and you gave me your word you would swallow it all down,and I am going to make sure you do. All of it. No matter what.? She began tocinch each strap down across my body, starting from my legs, pulling it tighterand tighter until I thought my body would snap. ?There, one last strap acrossyour chest, and this will stop that senseless squirming you were doing before.? Shelooked into my eyes as she pulled the strap through its buckle and locked itdown, encasing me in white bands of leather. A press of a button on her remoteand my ankles and wrists were also stretched further. I began to cry, I wasliterally unable to move my entire body except for my head. ?Oh god, pleasedon't let her feed me something I cant take,? I thought to myself.

She walked behind me and then climbed back onto her tall, chrome and whitebarstool. She crossed her legs and looked me up and down, ?Now where were we? ohthat's right, you were about to be a good boy and finish this next bowl I havefor you.? She reached over the table and picked up her tray, swirling the spoonaround one of the bowls, ?Mmmmm, oh you are going to absolutely hate this one,it might even make you vomit. I wouldn't if I were you however, no matter howrevolting it is, because what comes up, must go back down,? she giggled ather own joke. My arms were on fire, my legs felt like they were being pulledout of my body, and the straps across my chest made it difficult to breathe.She smiled, ?Open wide and keep it open, I am going to put this heaping spoonfulof filth in your mouth and I might have to scrape it against your teeth tomake sure its completely empty. Don't you close your mouth until I say so.If you fight me just one tiny bit, I will make sure the next bowl I give youwill be under much more restrained circumstances. Give in to me and do as Isay and I might even relax your straps.? She moved closer with the spoon. Itwas piled high with what looked like seaweed or some sort of Asian mixture.I kept my mouth open as she delicately placed the spoon inside. I felt herturn it over and dump the contents onto my tongue. She took her other latexcovered hand and pinched my pig-nose shut while she scraped the remaining bitof mixture off the spoon using my lower teeth.

?That's a good little pig, now shut your mouth, look me in the eyes and swallow.? Sheremoved the spoon and also took her hand off my nose. I breathed in, relievedto be allowed this much freedom, and when I did, the taste of whatever it wasin my mouth made me involuntary convulse. ?No, no, no piggy? she waved hercute finger at me, her eyes betraying the mirth behind the stern face she wastrying to show me. What ever it was in my mouth it was totally foul and I lookedup into her eyes for help. ?Swallow it and I will tell you what it is, youwill never guess otherwise? unless you are a plumber?? I made a squealing noisebut swallowed anyway, looking up into her perfect face, her chest rising andfalling with anticipation. ?Oh fuck what was that! That tasted like, hell likegarbage!? I coughed and retched after swallowing it down. She was literallyawash with glee as she took the spoon and piled it high, ?Open your mouth andfinish this bowl, pig, you filthy fucking pig, swallow this without anotherword!? I stared in horror as she brought the spoon again to my mouth. Thiswas not fair, she was going to tell me what it was, and now she was fillingmy mouth again with this? this sewage? This rotten Chinese takeout? What thehell kind of sadist was she. But what else could I do? She brought the spoonto the edge of my lips and stopped.

?Want to know what you are dining on now, little pig? I made this just foryou, and its literally taken me months! This morning, as soon as I woke upI took apart my garbage disposal and cleaned it thoroughly. Every little bitof grime and filth, every rotten bit of sludge, every tiny piece of foul stench,I took out of that disposal I put in this bowl for you to eat! Look at me,look into my eyes as I slide this into your open mouth, you weak excuse fora man, you total fucking pig! With every spoonful I give you, the less I thinkof you as a man.. You are a Pig, a disgusting barnyard oinker, and you deserveevery little bit of grime I force down your gullet. There must be at least3 more spoonfuls of this muck in my bowl and you are going to swallow everysingle bit of it!? As she said the last words she forcefully shoved the spoonin my mouth and pushed it to the back of my throat. ?Swallow it, pig! I wantyou to swallow this down right now and thank me for it. Thank me for allowingyou to eat the rotting food in my garbage disposal, you pathetic excuse fora man.? It was worse the second time. Knowing that I was eating rotten foodmade my whole body convulse, but I had to do it, or else it would just getworse. She looked into my eyes and saw my resistance fade as I swallowed themouthful of filth. ?Thank you Princess for allowing me to eat the filth fromyour garbage disposal.?

?Oh god your breath smells! What have you been eating, piggy? Maybe insteadof talking, you should just oink from now on. Come on, Pig, oink for me, oinkfor me so I can fill your mouth with my sewage?? oh that's it, oh my littleoinking piggy here you go, open up, open up and take another spoonful, 2 moreto go and then this bowl is empty?? My mind began to break, I was losing myself.I couldn't say no to her, she was so beautiful and she was using her sex andher mind to bend me and twist me around her finger. I was sliding into madness,all I wanted to do was please her, no matter how disgusting it was, I was losingthe fight, and she knew it. She could see it in my eyes and hear it in everylittle pig squeal, every last oink, and every grunt. I was her pig and shewas loving the power she had over me.

After the bowl of sewage came an entire bowl of ground up hot peppers withwasabi tossed in for good effect. My mouth and lungs were on fire and my eyesburned and nose ran. She was absolutely delighted. The fourth bowl was filledwith smashed bugs and the hair from her shower drain, a messy crunchy mix thathad me almost vomiting. I didn't think I could go any further. The fifth bowl,she confessed, was the last full bowl she had, the sixth was empty and dependedon my performance here. If I was a good boy, there would be no sixth bowl. ?Butif you fight me in the slightest, pig, I will fill that last bowl and you willbe getting your dessert. You don't want any dessert do you? Good, because Idon't want any resistance. Now? open up pig? open up and make me happy.?

She brought a sliver spoon to my mouth and carefully slid it in. ?close yourmouth while I withdraw the spoon, and swallow it down.? I closed my mouth,and as the contents hit my tongue, I felt sick. ?Can you guess what's in youmouth pig? Here let me show you the bowl?? She leaned over, her perfect chestinches from my face, and then I saw it, the bowl was filled practically tothe top with what looked like egg drop soup. But something was wrong. ?Canyou see it, pig? It's a bowl full of my SNOT! You are going to swallow an entirebowl of my snot and I don't want a bit of protest, or you are really in forit-?

I have no idea what she said after that, I could not control it anymore. Theswirling warm mess in my mouth was too much, and everything I had eaten thatday came up in one big gag and landed all over my stomach. That was it, I wasdone, there was no way I was going to swallow a bowl of her snot, no matterhow beautiful she was.

?Awww piggy! You were so good this far?, she cackled, not the slightest bitupset. ?Hmm, the mess on your stomach has to go back down, but I think itsnot going to be easy is it?? I was incredulous, I couldn't believe what shewas saying to me, didn't she see the condition I was in? I was exhausted andbeaten, there was no way I could do this anymore.

?Oh piggy, don't give me that look. You promised me last night that you wouldswallow what ever I gave you and I don't take promises lightly. Not from disgustingdrunks like you, not from losers that I can exploit and devour. Oh no, youmust be held to your word so that you never lie to me again. If I am goingto own you, you will always tell me the truth, and to do that, I have to breakthat part of you that lies. Do you see now, why I am doing all this? I knewthat last bowl would make you vomit. Hell, I had planned on it! So now, I willmake it easy on you, just relax, its all going back down and, yes my pig, thebowl of snot is going down your throat too, no matter what your little pigbrain might think.? She was looking down on me while saying all this and Iwas completely aghast. She began to take off her latex gloves and take outa large funnel and tube, some white harness, a silver tube of god only knowswhat and other items and placed them on top of the table.

?Now, listen to me good. Its all going down, but I will make it easy on you.You wont have a decision. You will just have it all forced down your throat.But to make it easy on you, I have to fasten a few things in place, and whileI can do it if you struggle, it will be much easier and quicker for me if youallow me to do it. Don't resist, just be a good pig and let me make it easyfor you to keep your word. Let me make it easy for you to swallow all thismess. I promise you that once I have all my equipment in place, the decisionto swallow will be out of your hands and you can just accept your fate. Okpig?? Her voice was soothing and sincere. She was genuinely trying to makeit easy for me. While I made her sick, she also cared for me, as a pig, asa toy, as something she owns, like a piece of property.

I sobbed a little bit and nodded my head. She smiled and put on a new pairof gloves. With efficiency and swiftness she gathered the entire mess on mystomach and added it to the bowl of snot. She then wiped me clean and heldmy chin in her hands as she looked down on me.

?Wonderful, pig, you have been just wonderful! Ok, now to do this right, Ineed to adjust you?? She used her remote to raise the top part of the couch-bedand had me sitting almost upright like a craftmatic adjustable bed. Next shestraddled me, her thighs straddling my waist, her knees sliding along sidemy body and her impossibly perfect chest inches from my face. ?Open? was allshe said. I complied and she lowered her hands in front of my face and shoveda large black tube, about 5 inches long and very thick into my mouth. It wassurprisingly soft, I could close my mouth around it. But it was long and extendedto the back of my throat and out of my mouth an inch or two. She took the attachedstraps and tied them securely behind my head. She hopped off me, patting myhead and wheeled over an IV stand. Attaching the funnel to the top of the standand connecting me to the funnel with a long, clear, thick tube finished herprep work.

Without so much as a word, she dumped the entire bowl of snot and filth intothe funnel, picked up what looked like a plunger of sorts, and began to methodicallypush the foul mix down the tube, I could see it all coming. It was going tobe a mouthful of slime in my mouth in a matter of seconds. I bit down on thetube, but it didn't matter, the sludge seeped around the tube and began tofall into the back of my mouth.

?Now Pig, you keep your mouth open! I am going to the trouble of making thiseasier on you so you better be good and keep that mouth open. If you don't,I will do it for you,? she stared into my eyes, all the while plunging themess down the tube. I opened my mouth and it all slid in, in one giant, disgusting,push, she rammed it all into my mouth. It was all I could do not to vomit,but I held it in my mouth. I don't know what she was thinking, but there wasno way I was going to swallow this, no way. She quickly unfastened the cleartube from the black tubing in my mouth and wheeled the IV stand and funnelaway.

She came up behind me and whispered in my ear ?Oh little pig, are you readyto feel what its like to be forced to swallow the most foul mixture anyonecould ever dream of? Oh I think you are. I know I am, and can I tell you asecret? I am going to absolutely love every bit of it. I will love your helplessexpression as it slides down your throat. I will love the look in your eyesas you stare into mine for mercy. Oh this is my FAVORITE part, piggy, becauseI am going to thoroughly break you with this.?

I heard the humming of the couch as it lowered back down, and then I was onmy back, staring up at her. She looked gorgeous, but my mouth was full of filthand I was fighting the urge to throw up again. She was holding a clear plastictube, which she began to slide through the black tube in my mouth. ?This willmake sure you don't get any second thoughts and close your mouth while I usemy plunger to force every bit of nastiness down your throat, you disgusting,weak kneed, filthy fucking pig!? And with that, she proceeded to keep her word.The plunger fit neatly in the plastic tube, and she was right, I couldn't shutmy mouth anymore. Tears were streaming down my face and my stomach heaved asshe encased my head between her knees and used both hands to work the plungerin and out of my mouth, laughing with glee as foul greenish-brown foam escapedaround the tubing from my mouth. ?Oh Pig, you have no idea how much fun thisis, forcing all this down your throat, oh I absolutely love this, and you cantdo a thing about it, its going down your throat against your will! You don'teven have a choice!? the plunger went out ?You are nothing but a plugged updrain that I am plunging free. Give into me, you pig, don't fight it, justlet the plunger do its work. Open your eyes, accept it, open your eyes andlook up at me!? As I did, she slowly forced the plunger back down through thetubing, forcing another glob of sludge down the back of my mouth and then shekept pushing, further until she had pushed it past my gag reflex and down mythroat. She was forcing me to swallow every last bit. I was losing my mind,I could not escape her, my head was not moving anywhere and my body had givenup fighting long ago. She kept at it, plunge after plunge, slowly forcing allof it down my throat.

?Oh little Pig, can I let you in on a secret? I must have had 3 or four orgasmsforcing you to swallow all this? this? this sickening mix of waste.? She lookeddown on me, absolutely glowing. I didn't care about anything anymore. All Iwanted to do was make her happy and see her beautiful face. She undid all thestraps holding my mouth open and allowed me to rest.

?Well, I am going to go shower and change, if you don't mind. But don't youworry, piggy, I will be back in just a little bit to give you your thoroughlydeserved dessert?? she smiled and laughed at my expression. ?What's the matter?Did you forget? Well that's ok, I didn't, I hope you are still hungry, becauseyou are going to eat it all, but I am hoping I won't have to force you thistime?? she walked out without another word and shut off the lights, her highheels clicking down the long hallway.

Lights. Bright lights. And there she was. Her hair still wet from the shower.She was wearing nothing but a towel draped around her body. Her body was stillslick from the shower, and her skin looked even more tan when she was wet likethis. Her hair was straight and long, free of the severe ponytail she had beenin all night. She was dripping with beauty and glistening with power. I couldnot keep my eyes off of her.

?Oh my little trussed up piggy, I have your dessert ready. I will give youthe choice, do you want me to force it down or will you willingly accept it?? Icouldn't stop staring at her. I just nodded. I was not myself anymore. Shesmiled. She knew exactly where I was and what I meant. ?Oh wonderful, I washoping you would eat your dessert without any struggle or fight. I loved breakingyou, piggy. It was so sweet seeing the last bit of resistance leave you whileI was plunging your mouth free of that filth, plunging you deeper and deeperinto submission. And now, you will do it willingly for me.?

She walked closer and stroked my hair. She looked into my eyes and smiled. ?Nowpiggy, are you excited for your dessert? It will be so much better than allof that mess before. Do you like sundaes? How about hot fudge and nuts, withsome whip cream? Oh yes, piggy, it will all be for you, but remember, you deservethis, every bit, and I want you to swallow it and not fight me.? She got upon the couch, facing me, wearing only the towel, and looked down on my face.Her eyes were sparkling. I could feel her wet hair dripping on my stomach andon my legs. She traced her perfect finger around my lips and smiled. She priedmy mouth open, effortlessly. Without another word, she shifter her weight andspun around on my stomach. I was looking for the bowl of ice cream and hotfudge, but it wasn't on the table next to me.

She sighed and removed the towel, tossing it to the ground beside me. Shescooted closer to my face, sliding on the couch with her knees, her hair layingagainst her arched back. Her ass was perfect. It was absolutely perfect, completelytan, and without a blemish. I was in a trance as she kept sliding backwards.Her calves and thighs slid along side my head as she arched her back further,positioning her ass over my wide open mouth. I looked to the right and in themirror I could see her face, she was looking at me. She slid back a littlefurther, pushing on the couch and looking in my eyes. I couldn't stop lookingat her. Her perfect body, her perfect chest and stomach. She shook her hairand the drops of water splattered all over my face. I was still looking inher eyes. She was looking at me in the mirror. She was looking at my open,she was concentrating, she was using the mirror to perfectly align herselfover my mouth. She stopped moving and lowered her ass inches above my openmouth. Oh god, this was my dessert. This is what I deserved. I looked up andsaw her asshole precisely above my mouth. I looked to the right and caughther eyes in the mirror. She blew me a kiss and then bit her lower lip.

I smelled it coming before I felt it land in my open mouth. I waited untilshe stopped and my mouth was completely full. I began to chew, it was warmand bitter, and omg, it was crunchy. There were nuts in her shit. I swallowedthe first mouthful and looked at her in the mirror. Without missing a beatshe filled my mouth again and then effortlessly sprang off the couch, pickedup a bottle of whip cream on the floor and sprayed it into my open mouth untilit was overflowing, piling high above my mouth and then down my face. I beganto chew more and could still taster her shit, despite the whip cream. Therewere even more nuts in this mouthful and with each crunch, she giggled andheld her hand over her mouth. I swallowed again and without another word sheclimbed back over me, this time squatting directly over my open mouth, herass making a seal with my lips. I knew I would be here a while and it was theonly place I wanted to be.

She began to hum ?I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice-cream,? as Ifelt my mouth bulge out with another helping of her shit.