The Ork's Pain Slave
After a Long Day on the road, a traveling farm hand seeks a good night sleep in the stables.
Inspired by this choose your own adventure (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2295778/) and this image (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6310369/)
After spending a long day of walking I was more then ready for a good nights sleep. Having finished some itinerant farm work, I was traveling the open road in search another job with my newly earned gold in tow. I was quite satisfied with my lifestyle since it allowed me to make money doing work I was good at while not tying me down to a patch of land. It also allowed me to live lean, carrying little more then the clothes on my back. I had traveled great distances and as a result was quite cosmopolitan for a farm worker without the pretentiousness of high culture obsessed city dwellers. The only thing absent from my life was romance. I had felt some attraction to the well built farm hands I shared my tasks with, but the temporary nature of my arrangements made a long term relationship impossible.
Seeing a roadside inn off in the distance, I was tempted to fork over some of my pay for a soft bed. However, I had heard rumors that several unscrupulous inn keepers had robbed their guests while they were sleeping and then left them tied up in the woods for the local predators to dispose of the evidence. As a result I decided to sneak into the stable instead and hide among the hay. I had slept in similar circumstances before while working on several farms and the exhaustion of a day work can make a pile of hay seem like a bed fit for a king. Having little difficulty sneaking into the stables, I settled down into a large pile and had little difficulty dozing off.
I was suddenly roused from my slumber by the sound of the stable door being violently opened and then slammed shut. To my surprise, a rather drunken ork stumbled in and staggered around looking like a potential threat. I quickly hid myself in one of the larger piles of hay and for a time I thought he would not notice me. In the dim light of the stable, I could make out a relatively good picture of his appearance. Like most of his kind, he would not win a beauty contest in the larger cities, but he was ruggedly handsome in his own way. Like many of the farm hands, both settled and itinerant that I had worked with, he was quite strong and possessed a days worth of stubble on his face. If we met on a farmers field we'd probably be building fences, repairing barns, or mucking stables. Despite my concern, I still felt attracted to this good looking ork even as I tried to stay hidden.
For a time my plan seemed to be working as the ork tried several sleeping spots only to get up and look for a more comfortable one. However once he had tried every other spot, he eyed where I was hiding and stumbled in my direction. I tried to get out of my hiding place, but my fear kept me frozen in place. It was only when he tried to sit on me that I yelped in surprise. The ork got up, wheeled around, and took a defensive stance since he was no doubt ready for a fight. In an effort to diffuse the situation I did my best not to antagonize him and show I did not want to fight.
To my surprise, he relaxed his stance and we went from potential adversaries to fellow travelers looking for a good night sleep. We talked for a while and found that we were not so different. I had always known that the view of orks as barely civilized barbarians was not in anyway true. The orks I had worked with took as much pride in their work and enjoyed a good drink afterwords as I did. While conversing, I could not help looking down at the growing bulge in his loincloth and I was surprised to find that my pants were getting tight as well.
Noticing my gaze the ork bluntly asked, "You find me attractive boy." I was somewhat flustered by this and without giving the matter much thought I answered in the affirmative. He chuckled lightly at this and then asked if I would let him use my mouth and ass. This I was able to give more thought in a brief moment of clarity. At night, and even while working with them for that matter, I had often fantasied about one of the big, manly, sweaty orks treating me to some rough yet loving sex, possibly even keeping my around as a source of release. Snapping back to the present, I answered in the affirmative which seemed to excite him quite a bit.
He quickly stood up and all but torn of his loincloth, revealing a big, pulsing green cock that was happy to be free from its covering. From the bag that he removed from his back he produced a black leather collar that was sized for humans. There was a small metal tag that had the words 'Property of Oghuglat' and a d-ring for a leash to be attached. He asked if i would accept this collar which I happily did in a desire to experience one of my wildest fantasies. I crawled forwards on all fours and then knelt before him with my head bowed and neck offered freely. With a surprising gentleness, he secured the collar around my neck and with his hands under my armpits bade me to rise.
As I came to my feet, he quickly pulled me into a passionate kiss that I was all to happy to return. Despite being half a head taller then me, he had no trouble sending his dominant tongue into my mouth to conquer mine. While one hand gently held my head, the other roamed across my backside until it found my rump. While he suggestively played with my butt cheeks, my hands explored his broad and well built shoulders that could probably lift someone three time my weight. We briefly separated and panted with the lust the burned within both of our hearts. He quickly undressed me and used this act as an opportunity to explore the body that he would soon have carnal knowledge of. I helped him with this and took every chance to feel his well built and attractive green skin.
Once naked as the days we were born, we hugged again, with his strength eagerly pressing as much of my body into his as possible. Our cocks rubbed together in an act that only served to further excite both of us. He seductively ordered me to my knees, an order that I happily followed. I was so eager to taste his hardening cock that I ran my face against it before he had a chance to present it to me. As I allowed one of his large testicles to slip into my mouth he smiled approvingly upon me. I spent quite some time lovingly licking his balls which had a musky smell. While they were covered with the grime that comes with a days worth of travel. My nose had a high tolerance for unpleasant smells and his was no where near my limits.
With my Master properly excited, I now focused on his cock which looked quite needy. I let his member slowly slip into my mouth, using my lips to caress every inch along the way. He grunted in pleasure as I squeezed the back of my throat around his cock head and started to bob back and forth. He lightly grabbed my head and instructed me in a guiding rather then forceful manner. His lusts almost over took him as started thrusting his hips to push his cock through the back of my throat. However, he regained control and pulled his member gently from my mouth. To my inquisitive look, he explained, "I'm getting close and I want to take you properly with you legs up and hole displayed proudly." We walked over to a table that he instructed me to lay down on.
While I did this, he retrieved two items from the pack he had discarded earlier. One was a strip of leather that he tied around the base of my cock and balls. Tight enough to keep me hard but loose enough to not be painful. The other was a bottle of a strange and slippery liquid that he spread around my anus and his cock. "This is lubricant that will make your first time as pleasant as it can be," he explained. With little effort, he raised my legs onto his shoulders and lined up his cock at my puckered anus. As he slowly entered, I gasped in surprise and gritted my teeth slightly at the small amount of pain as his cock spread my hole quite wide. Thankfully, he went slowly and used some of the lube on his hands to stroke my needy cock.
The transition from pain to pleasure happened quickly and I found myself easily enjoying the sensation of being filled with erect ork meat. "Ready to be properly bred my boy," he asked in a gruff yet friendly tone. "Yes Master, use me as you see fit," I eagerly begged of him. Smiling at this, he removed his cock most of the way, only to quickly shove it back in. I yelped as the pain briefly returned, but the pleasant sensation of being filled returned quickly enough to turn my exclamation into a lustful moan. With a gradually increasing pace, he started to piston his throbbing meat in and out of my receptive hole. With each entry I moaned in pleasure and it was a good thing the stables were far from the inn since our sexy romp would have been heard along time ago if we were closer.
As his speed increased, he took time to tease other parts of my body. His hands would stroke my cock every now and then, enough to keep me hard but not enough to drive me over the edge. He also gave my nipples enough of a squeeze that it produced a sublime combination of pain and pleasure that added to my enjoyment. He would also give my ass cheeks a hard yet friendly slap on the out strokes to make up for the removal of his meat. In short, I was living out my wildest fantasy of being roughly taken by a burly ork who possessed a near feral desire to breed me.
After what seemed like an eternity he focused all of his attention on fucking my ass as hard and as fast as possible, which was made quite easy by the copious amounts of lube that allowed us to slide against each other. By now I was so lost in the intense and building pressure in my loins that I could only hang on for the ride and wait for a climax that would hopefully engulf both of us. With a few final hard strokes that drove me back and forth on the table, my Master finally found release as he buried his throbbing penis as deeply as he could within me. While this was going on, he surprisingly had the wherewithal to give my cock a hard squeeze and a few short strokes that brought screams of pure ecstasy as I joined him in an orgasm so strong that one wad of cum from my member reached my open mouth. While coming down from the height of our shared orgasm, we helped each other clean off the effects of our rough yet extremely satisfying copulation. Once finished with that, we flopped down in a large pile of hay, thoroughly spent.
I woke up the next morning only to find myself alone in the unused stable. I was initially concerned that the ork I had spent the night with had left me. Thankfully, I heard a nearby door open and he stepped in with what looked like a large walking stick that had three metal bands, two near the top and one near the middle. While not knowing what to make of this, I was still quite happy to see Oghuglat and to know that what happened last night was neither a dream or a one night stand. Setting the walking stick down and removing his pack, he quickly walked over to me and pulled me into another loving kiss. While a little surprised at first, I took very little time to return his affections.
In a serious tone of voice he stated to me, "Before we go any further, I need to know that you truly want this. You offered yourself last night with a welcome eagerness, but you must know that if you agree to be my sexual slave it will be a life long commitment for you and it will involve body modification. So if you have any concerns please don't hesitate to air them."
While I did desire to be his slave, especially with the wonderful mating that we had enjoyed last night, I was nonetheless apprehensive with the way that he had described what would happen to me. I had no qualms about being his sexual toy for the rest of my life, the thought of having who knows how many piercings, tattoos, or possibly even branding done to me was a little unsettling. I asked him what he meant by that and he answered with considerable tact.
"The modifications will be done once you imbibe a potion that I have been working on for some time. It works by changing sensations regarded as painful into ones of extreme pleasure. While it will understandably increase your sexual flexibility, it will also render you incapable of looking after yourself. For example you would let a bear tear you apart and love every second of it. This means that if you were to drink it, you would be dependent on me for protection. This is why I wanted you to approach this with your eyes open. With that in mind, do you want to offer yourself to me or should I look for another human."
After this explanation I was a little more certain. While I did not have any reason to believe what he had told me, he struck me as an honest sort. Since I had the need to be a good judge of character in my work, I felt that even if certainty was impossible, I still felt like I could trust him. Additionally if what he said was true, I would probably have no objections to his desire to mark me as his. With the matter thought out, I offered myself to him and bowed at his feet in a gesture of complete deference.
To my submission he happily replied, "I cannot tell you the joy this brings me. I can hardly wait to show you all the ways that intimate pleasure can be found. Now kneel my slave while I prepare for our trip home." As I rose to a kneeling position, my master removed several items from his pack. The first was a leather belt that had several steel plates with rings attached. Next were two pairs of shackles that were sized for the wrists and ankles. Third was an ominously shaped phallic object on the end of a one foot long chain. The last was a metal device that looked like a horses bridle with a short chain attached to it. I briefly pondered the objects before me until my masters voice gave a command that I had no reason not to follow.
"Lay down on your belly with you arms over you head and legs spread." I quickly assumed the position he described and watched as he locked the shackles around my wrists and ankles. While lightly trembling from a combination of residual fear, I was still eager to see how this would play out. The ork gently rubbed my back and stated, "Don't worry my slave, I will take very good care of you." I nodded meekly and did my best to stay still as he continued. After securing the belt around his waist, he opened the bridle and commanded me to open my mouth. Once open, my mouth was quickly filled with the leather covered bit that was wedged as far back as it could comfortable. Once the bridle was locked, my master picked up the ominous object and covered it in lube. I felt a brief swell of panic at the realization of where this was going, but my trust in Oghuglat quickly acted as a calming influence. I quietly grunted as he placed the plug in my anus and made sure it could not be removed without considerable effort.
While stepping back to admire his work, he placed the walking stick beside me. As i noticed that the metal bands corresponded with several of the devices that held me, he described what I was struggling to put together. "Since I don't want my slave to dirty his feet on the way home, I will be carrying you the whole way. In addition to keeping you off the ground, it also will make sure that you are not bored and make sure that you are ready to serve when we get home." After retrieving several chains, he locked my wrists together. While holding the walking stick above me, he methodically secured my wrists to the highest metal band, the bridle to the middle, and the plug to the band closest to the center of the stick. He then seated himself between my spread legs and placed the stick on his shoulder. My leg shackles were clipped to the belt he wore. After making sure that everything was secure, he said to me, "Are you ready to see you new home." Once I had grunted in the affirmative, he quickly stood up and carried my body off the stable floor. It was a bit of a shock to suddenly be hanging with my weight at six points, but I was able to adapt quickly enough.
"All right, I'll leave the pack here since I have no more need of it. You good back there." Once I grunted a yes, he quickly left the stables and set of into the woods with his slave in tow. For the first half hour, there was little going on except the surreal motion of the ground beneath me. Though I could not see what we looked like, I had no doubt we would be a strange sight outside of a wilderness road on the edge of ork lands. Neither of us would be considered fully dressed, even in a provincial back water city. My master wore nothing but a loincloth and the belt that my feet were secured to. I was wearing nothing and looked more like the quarry of a successful hunt, which I suppose was not to far from the truth. It made considerable sense as I ruminated on the matter. As I had felt fulfilled by his presence, I had no doubt that he felt the same way towards me. He may not have known that I was his prey, but when we found each other and conversed, it was a match that was impossible to deny. This fact made me feel quite good inside that such a strong being would feel such mutual affections towards me and my exposed cock started to stiffen. Of course the vibrations of the plug contributed to this as well.
After hiking for a while, my master broke the silence by going into greater detail about himself. He did not expect a response of course, but the sound of his voice was still a welcome distraction from the monotony of travel. It turned out that he was an apothecary that worked in a town that was mostly ork but that regular saw travelers looking for unique wares, ingredients, and potions. He also explained how his attraction to humans grew and why he wanted someone like me. Even if I was a silent and captive audience I enjoyed his explanations. After several hours, I realized with some panic that I really had to pee. I thought about telling Oghuglat, but the bit in my mouth meant that could only grunt and drool. Eventually my bladder won out and I spread my legs as far as possible. A stream of transparent yellow leaked onto the ground behind me. While ashamed at first, my master stated, "You have nothing to feel shame over. A slave does not need to worry over the same niceties that consume a freeman. There is no shame in nudity, getting aroused, or performing ones bodily functions in full sight of others. A slave lives by the commands of his master first and his instincts if the former is absent. Most find captivity in slavery, but there is a freedom in it as well, a freedom that you seam to have at least some grasp on."
Thinking over what he said, I felt much better about myself and went straight back to enjoying the woods that I was being transported through as though I was a tamed animal. This mentality relaxed me until we reached the town where my master lived in the early evening. As we entered, several orks made lewd comments about me while others congratulated my master on bagging such a worthy slave. A few asked if my master would let them use me, but his answer was always no. Eventually we arrived at a sizable store front with a sign that had my masters name and profession. After locking the door, my master walked down a flight of stairs to the basement. We arrived at a room that looked more like it had been carved out of the rock bellow and had several tables for mixing ingredients, several large cabinets and a square wooden frame that was standing upright and slightly taller then my master. He sat down and carefully lowered me till I was on the floor. After freeing me from the walking stick and removing my bindings, he ordered me to stand still within the frame.
While I followed this order without question, I was still somewhat nervous as he walked around me, looking at nearly every inch of my skin. "Relax, I'm just admiring what an attractive fellow you are." At this mentioned I relaxed slightly, but noticed that my masters loincloth looked quite confining. He then ordered me to spread my legs as far apart as I could and extend my hands towards the high corners of the frame. As I did this, he retrieved four ropes and carefully secured one on each of my wrists and ankles. Once my ankles were tied to the bottom corners, he looped the ropes that led from my wrists through the top of the frame and secured them. He made several minor adjustments to the ropes in order to keep my limbs extended but not overly uncomfortable. I looked down with some distress to notice that my cock was harder then it had been while I was hanging from to the walking stick.
After spending some time admiring his work and my exposed body, he opened one of the cabinets along the wall and spent some time searching. Upon finding what he was looking for he returned with a glass flask that had a cork stopper and was filled with a bright red liquid. "This is the potion that I told you about. I call it the Pain Slave's Draught. One drink from this flask and you will never feel any pain ever again. At least you won't unless you consume a temporary counter agent that wears off in under an hour. Thankfully I see no reason why I would have to actually punish you since you have shown no desire to disobey me."
I lightly shuttered at the thought of the counter agent, but his statement about its lack of necessity put me at easy. While I still did not completely know what I was getting into, his actions thus far had been worthy of my trust.
He continued, "Even if you did act naughty, I'd probably just have to give you a few actual smacks on your lovely behind to correct you. Anyways, the consumption of this drink is the definitive point of no return. From here on out, you are my slave until your death or I release you. So do you want to become my pain slave." Having thought the matter over, my lingering doubts were now quite negligible. I was barely able to contain the excitement I felt as I answered in the affirmative.
With a look of considerable happiness, Oghuglat uncorked the flask, gently pulled my head back, and ordered me to open my mouth. As I did this, he slowly poured the red liquid down my throat. I could not place the taste of the potion I was imbibing, but it was nonetheless quite pleasant to my tongue. My master noted my eagerness and kept the flow fast enough that I would not get bored but slow enough that I would not choke. In far too little time, I downed the entire draught and was left rather curiously with no unusual feelings.
"The Draught takes some time before it goes into effect. Until it does, this is as good an opportunity to properly groom your body." After this explanation, Oghuglat opened another cabinet and removed a clear glass bottle, leather gloves, a bar of soap, a wash cloth, and a bucket that he filled with water. After returning, he remarked, "I'll start by washing you down. You need to be nice and clean for what I'm going to do to you." He then soaked the wash cloth and worked up a good lather with the soap. I yelped slightly as he started to scrub me in a slightly forceful manner. The only thing I did not like was the cool temperature of the water, but it was well within tolerable limits. As for the veiled roughness he showed, it only served to excite me since I knew it was a prelude to the energetic and feral sex that would probably follow the preparations I was being subjected to. His actions while cleaning my crotch when combined with these naughty thoughts served to make my genitals stiffen. My master lewdly commented on this before finishing up and stepping back to admire his work.
"Now that you are clean, it is time to depilate you," he stated while retrieving a glass bottle. My nerves at this unfamiliar word were quickly calmed by his explanation. "This liquid is another work of mine that permanently prevents hair growth. It also gives the skin an aesthetically pleasant shine that is particularly popular with prostitutes that ply their trade along the south-east coastal cities. I have to wear these gloves when applying it because I do not want to loose any hair myself." Once again I was set at ease and decided to simply let what ever my master was going to do happen to me. As he applied the liquid to me, I felt a slight tingling sensation that followed where ever my skin was touched. In covering my exposed body, Oghuglat was quite thorough, leaving only my eyebrows and eye lashes exposed. Once that was done, he stepped back and filed the bucket with clean water.
While waiting for the salve to take effect I mentioned that the tingling I had felt earlier was starting to fade. My master remarked, "Hm, that could be the draught taking effect or it could be the depilatory. Either way, well have to test the ability to sense pain once this liquid is cleaned off." With a fresh wash cloth, Oghuglat once again vigorously scrubbed my body. Wherever the wash cloth cleaned my skin, there was no hair left behind. It was quite surreal to watch my hair being washed from my body as though is was the grim from a days work. Once finished, my skin possessed a slight shine from the dim lights of the basement. "You look just like a suckling pig," Oghulat commented with a flirtatious tone.
Surprisingly, the absence of hair left me feeling even more naked then when I transported through the woods. While I was pondering this thought, Oghulat retrieved a wooden paddle and a satchel. "Before I modify you we need to make sure that the Pain Slaves Draught has taken effect," he stated while walking behind me. I watched with some concern as he pulled back and swing the paddle towards my exposed and hairless butt cheeks. As the wood impacted my soft flesh, I was subjected to an intense pleasure rather then the stinging pain that was to be expected. The shock of this left me hanging in the frame and panting as though I had just finished pleasuring myself.
"Just as I thought, your ability to perceive pain has been circumvented. I'll start the modification by piercing you nipples." As he gathered the necessary equipment, I waited with an eager desire to experience the new form of pleasure that my master had granted me. In little time, he returned with a long needle and a pair of silver rings that had an open area at the top. After firmly squeezing me to perk my nipples up, he lined up on of the ring with the needle and pushed forwards into my willing flesh. I fell loose in my bindings and obscenely moaned as I was assailed by a sublime pleasure that was beyond words. By the time I came down from that quick high, my master had secured the ring and was lightly tugging it around to make sure the hole was firm. As I enjoyed the pleasure of this action, that seemed to make my penis jump with every pull, he lined up the second ring and pierced unadorned nipple.
When I returned to conscious thought, I noticed that my new jewelry had left my cock standing at attention. My master noticed it as well and commented, "Looks like my slaves cock is enjoying this as well. Yet it looks rather lonely without a silver ring." After bringing out a curved needle, he gripped my cock at the base and gave a few rough strokes to make sure I was fully aroused. He then stuck it into my urethra and curved it down and out beneath my cock head. As the needle went its way through my flesh, I threw my head back and screamed in a pleasure that was both alien and incredibly welcoming. I came to with my head hung and a heavy gauge silver ring pulling my member down. As I examined my piercing, Oghulat brought over a ring that had three lengths of chain that each had a clip on the end. He then clipped two lengths to my nipple rings and the remaining clip to my cock piercing. This left a constant but light pull on each of my piercings.
While playing with this arrangement, my master explained, "The next piercings are all above the neck. You'll be getting two rings for each ear, a bull ring on you nose, and a tongue piercing." With speed and tact, he quickly finished the ear piercings that, while less intense then the nipple or cock piercings, were still quite satisfying. On my earlobes were a pair of silver rings slightly small then the nipple rings. Further up on my ears were a pair of metal clips that wrapped tightly to my skin. Following this, he used a pair of large teasers to pull my septum low enough to be pierced. When the needle passed through, I was once again left panting with intense pleasure. The same held true when he placed a stud through my tongue that had a ribbed plate on the top, no doubt to make my mouth more pleasurable to take.
With my body properly decked out in metal, Oghulat went digging through another cabinet until he returned with a narrow needle and a bottle that appeared to contain black grease. "I picked these up while visiting the south-east coast. It is common practice to inject ink into the skin to form decorative patterns." As he explained this, he walked behind me and knelt down near my exposed ass cheeks. Using one hand to hold me steady, he started lightly hammering the needle into my flesh. I did my best to stay still, but the pleasure made this task exceedingly difficult. As he progressed, I could tell that the design he had chosen was a collection of letters, but I could not focus enough to discern what it was. Once finished he rubbed a lightly stinging liquid over the effected area and retrieved a mirror so I could see what he had written. Right above my butt cheeks was the phrase, 'Property of Oghulat.'
After spending a moment admiring his handy work, my master undid the ropes and pulled me into a firm bear hug. As I melted into his arms he gently whispered into my ear, "Now that your rebirth as my slave is complete, its time to celebrate in the traditional way." He then sat down on a chair and stated to me in a stern tone, "Assume the position over my knee slave." While I had viewed a spanking with dread in my childhood, like most sane individuals, the sensations that I would now feel had left me quite aroused. As I presented my behind to Oghulat, he playfully asked me, "How many summers have you seen boy?" To this I replied, "I have seen 29 master." He answered, "Then your bubbly little buns will receive 29 smacks."
Without any warning, he raised his hand high and brought it down hard on my vulnerable cheeks. I jumped in surprise but his other hand planted itself on my back to keep me in the receiving position. As the smacks counted up the pleasure only increased as did the volume of my lustful moaning and the hardness of my cock. After too little time, number 29 fell and I was left panting in near orgasmic pleasure. "Was that enjoyable for you," Oghulat asked. "It was wonderful, I only wish that I had said that I've seen 30 summers," I answered. At my display of smarts, my master brought down another smack and playfully stated, "Now you have."
We both had a good laugh about this as I shakily got up and knelt before Oghulat in a gesture of humble and heartfelt deference. While doing this, I noticed that my still erect member was dripping clear fluid from its bejeweled tip. My master noticed this as well and bade me to bend over a near by table. Before I knew what was going on, my arms were bound behind my back and my legs were each chained to the nearest table leg. As he greased my exit, Oghulat erotically whispered to me, "I was cautious when I first bred you in the stable my cute little piglet. Now that we can throw caution to the wind, I'm going to breed you like a sow in heat."
As he finished, my master positioned his cock at my anal ring and firmly grabbed my shoulders. With a single forceful thrust, the mighty ork that I had been enslaved by hilted me down to his balls. I cried out in sublime pleasure as my masters rod spitted me like a roast. He then leaned forward then licked and nibbled the back of my neck while whispering naughty thing to me. Straightening back up, he quickly withdrew and thrust into me again. This time, however, there would be no teasing. He quickly settled into the rhythmic pistoning of my exit and his pace increased with every thrust. My moans also grew louder as the penetration grew more and more intense.
Once my ring had been properly stretched, Oghulat moved his hands to other parts of my willing body. My nipples where pinched, my cock was stroked, my ass was smacked, and my balls were squeezed. Roughly half way through, I felt an intense tingling in my cock that needed release. The strong pokes against my prostate became too much and I screamed as I squirted a load onto the floor. Despite this I still stayed hard as my master continued to take pleasure in me.
Eventually Oghault's hands grasped tightly onto my hips as his thrusting reached animal like speed. I could not think, or move, or speak. I could only ride my masters rod until he found release. When that moment came, he made one final violent thrust and roared in bestial pleasure as his seed impregnated me. The final thrust and its issuance sent me over the edge as well and I dropped another load on the floor.
Once we cleaned up the results of our copulation, my master returned with a leash and ordered me to get down on all fours. As I did so he clipped the leash onto my collar and led me upstairs to his bedroom. He then slipped into bed and invited me to join him. I curled up against his ruggedly hansom body and was quickly surrounded by his strong arms. He gently whispered to me, "You are the best slave I could ever ask for my little piglet." To this I answered, "and you are the best master I could have submitted to." We cuddled together as our shared exhaustion over took us.
The End.