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[b][u][center]The Boss’s Sow

Part 5

For Foogo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

They were lucky enough to go without the boar visiting them for two days. During that time, Philip did his best to work from home, while Sallie focused on getting the house cleaned and doing her best to get rid of the boar stink that was starting to settle in everywhere. The fact that it wasn’t coming up with the strongest household cleaners that she had meant that it was probably never going to come out at all, but she did her best. She went to the store, stinking of another man, and managed to find something closer to industrial strength. The store owners told her that it would probably strip the paint from the walls and require new bedding if she tried to clean cloth with it, but she just nodded and took it.

Anything to get rid of that stink would be worth it, in her mind. If they had to repaint it, she had the muscle to do it, and she would drag Philip into it this time around. He [i]would[/i] help, whether he wanted to or not.

She’d left the store with the cleaner tucked under her arms, and she was all too aware of the stares that she got on the way out. Everyone could smell the stink of something sexual on her, and more to the point, they would know that there was no way that a human had done that. They were looking at her like an animal-fucker, knowing that she had gone to the point of letting one of the beast-men do something to her.

Sallie wished that she could have avoided that, but with Philip injured, and too scared to leave the house, it fell to her. It was her responsibility to see things done, and it was her job as the woman of the house to make sure that nothing fell apart, no matter how hard it was for her.

Despite that, she actually felt a bit better towards him compared to how she’d felt when the boar first showed up. She didn’t want to hate him, and while he was being weak about this – wimpy, some part of her would have said – she didn’t hate him. She just felt sorry for him. Sorry that he was so little that he couldn’t manage this. Sorry that he was so scared that he couldn’t actually do anything but try and pretend the world was still the same.

It was only when he did something stupid that she started being angry with him again. He would ask her to clean herself up again, to try and get rid of the stink, avoid hugging her just because she smelled like the boar, still. When he did that, she was hurt. Angry. Even furious.

But he hadn’t done that in twenty-four hours, and he had managed to give her a hug before she went to the store, so that was something.

Sallie stepped out of the car, tucking the cleaners under her arm again. She was just starting to climb the steps when she heard a car horn honk behind her. Turning around, her slight smile dropped.

It was the boars, though not their boss. It was just the henchmen this time, the assholes that had come around and made things worse when she got fucked the first time. They pulled a limo up behind her car, one of them stepping out.

“Hey, sow,” the thug said. “The boss is gonna want to see ya later.”

“…How much later?” she asked, suppressing her urge to scream.

“Heh, soon. We’ll be back to pick you up in an hour.”

“That soon? But…”

“You gonna argue with the boss, sow?”

“…”

“I asked you a question, bitch.”

“…No, I won’t argue,” Sallie said, looking down at the steps.

“That’s better. Now, you get your ass back in the house and tell that bitch of a husband that he doesn’t get you tonight. The boss is going hard this time.”

“…”

“Got me?”

“I understand.”

“You better, sow.”

The pig nodded, getting back in the limo before it drove off. They bumped the back of her car in the process, and she knew that there’d be no getting her money back for that. Maybe, maybe the boss might pay for his boys, but she doubted it.

There went the night, she knew, and she was surprised that all she wanted to do was sigh. She’d hoped that maybe she and Philip could start patching things up, that maybe with his better behavior, they might be able to make it work between them after a good dinner. There was a good-sized roast in the fridge that she’d planned to get going, what with her increasing appetite of late, and she thought it’d be a way to rekindle a bit of the romance between them.

So much for that.

Shaking her head, she stepped inside, putting the cleaners on the side table near the door. The top still had marks where vases used to sit, the same vases that had been smashed in the first home invasion. She shook her head, feeling that dull sense of pain-relieving shock settling on her mind. That’d fade later, but she knew that, for now, she’d be a bit dull, a bit quiet, a bit out of it because of it.

She was starting to recognize these feelings and what they meant a little too well, particularly for someone that just wanted a normal life. She sighed again; she’d panic about it later.

Making her way down the hallway, she eventually found Philip in the bedroom. He was on the computer, apparently going through a video call with someone else. A business meeting, from what she could see with his shirt and tie being done up. She moved to stand at the side of the bed, the opposite side of where the computer was, and waved to catch his attention. He turned, smiling at her, only for that smile to start fading when he saw her expression.

“Hey, one second. Gotta take care of something in the kitchen,” Philip said on the mic. He tapped the mute button and stepped away from the computer. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s talk. In the kitchen,” she said, her voice coming out flatter than she liked.

“…He was outside, wasn’t he?” Philip said.

She could hear in the way that he spoke that he wasn’t going to save her or stop the pigs this time, either. There was no bravery in his voice, only petrified fear. Whatever the boar and his boys had done, they had beaten whatever courage Philip had managed to gather over the course of his life out of him. There was nothing of the man that she had cared for, nothing of the man that knew how lucky he was. There was just this man that was terrified of the boar and what he would do.

She supposed she should have expected that, but even in her shocked state, there was something painful there, something that disappointed her. She supposed she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up. She supposed that she should have known that something like this was bound to happen with a wimp for a husband.

“Yes,” she said.

“What did he want?”

“He says he wants me for the night.”

“The night? All night?”

She shrugged, and Philip groaned.

“You’re going.” The way he said it was half-accusation, half-fear. “You’re actually going.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“…I…”

“Please. If you want me to stay, say it.” She bit her lip. “I need…please…”

If he said it, then maybe she could be brave enough to say something to the boar. If he said that he wanted her to stay, then maybe she could find a way to keep herself here, to come up with something clever. Or at least, something that would put the boar off. And if not, then it would be his fault rather than hers. Something to show that he cared, that she mattered to him.

Philip looked at her and his hands started to shake. He clenched them into fists, and he looked away.

“I do. I do, but you can’t.”

“Why not?” she whispered.

“I don’t want him to…to…”

“But you want me to fuck him?”

“No!” He whipped his head back up. “I don’t want that. I don’t want that at all.”

“But if you have to pick one…”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to; they both knew what he was going to say. If it was a choice between pissing off the boar or asking her to do something that she didn’t want to do, he was going to pick the latter. Any ability he had to stand up to the boar had already been beaten out of him as comprehensively as one could imagine.

She sighed. She should have expected that, she supposed. She should have expected that. Why did she let herself get her hopes up? Why…why in the world…

Sallie shook her head and turned away.

“Sallie?”

“I’m going to shower.”

“He’s not going to care.”

“But I do. I want…I need this…”

“Sallie…maybe…maybe if you finish quickly…”

“What?”

“Maybe we can…you know…cuddle? Before you go?”

Cuddle. Cuddle her husband for a bit, when he had just one arm, when he wouldn’t stand up for her, when he wouldn’t do –

Did she even want that anymore? Did she want him to touch her, to do some little gesture that wouldn’t matter anymore? Did she even want –

No. She stopped that line of questions in its tracks. She knew where that was going, and she didn’t want to cross that line. Not when she was going to be doing something nasty tonight. Not when other questions were going to be flying hard and fast around her. She needed to focus on keeping her head on straight, and that was it.

She looked back at Philip, and slowly nodded.

“I’ll see if I can get done in time.”

#

She managed to get done in time. The two of them laid together in bed, her dabbed with perfume along her breasts and her neck to get rid of the worst of the boar stink, and he laid against her, his head against the hollow of her neck. It felt right and wrong in all the worst ways, and she didn’t know what to think as they held each other.

On the one hand, she was glad that he had gotten over the disdain he had for her doing this. It was something that had nearly had her calling a divorce lawyer when he started looking down at her for doing the things that he had asked her to do. The fact that he still loved her mattered.

On the other hand, she couldn’t help but feel that it was a hollow love, a weak love at best, and she was doing the wrong thing by pretending that it was enough for her. She needed someone that could look after her as much as she looked after them, and in this, Philip was failing in a horrible way.

They laid that way, not speaking, not talking. Her mind talked enough for the both of them, and she was grateful when she heard the honk of the limo pulling up.

“That’s my cue,” she muttered.

“…”

She wished that he would say ‘don’t go,’ but all he did was nod, pulling his arms back. She rolled to the side, got to her feet, and brushed her dress off. For all that it was fine black silk, she doubted that she would be wearing it for long once she got to the boar.

With a pair of high-heeled shoes that made her ass pop – something that she had regularly done for Philip but had every reason to believe she’d be made to do more for the boar – she walked down to the front door. She looked over her shoulder one last time, but her husband hadn’t bothered to come around to see her off. Instead, she could hear him talking on a call again. Was he distracting himself from what hurt him, or did he just not care?

[i]He cares,[/i] she tried to tell herself. [i]In his own way, he cares.[/i]

She hoped that she was right and not just fooling herself.

Making her way out of the front door, she found that the pigs were already waiting for her, looking up at her and shaking their heads. They wore ill-fitted suits, stained with the gravies and grease of fast food, and they chuckled and snorted as she came down the steps.

“Look at that. Classy lady, she thinks she is.”

“Heh, looks like the sow hasn’t learned.”

“Boss’ll teach her.”

“Boss teaches everyone.”

She kept her head as high as she could, enduring the ‘helping’ hands that they offered her. Their fingers pinched her breasts, pulling at her hips, squeezing her ass as they guided her to the back door of the limo. She allowed herself to slide in with as much grace as she could summon, her cheeks burning in humiliation as she was sure that at least one neighbor had seen her leaving.

They would talk. They’d talk about how she wasn’t being faithful, that they had been right all along about that Philip and how he was never good enough for her.

And maybe, just maybe, they’d be right.

She sighed, lowering her head into her hands as she stared at the floor of the limo. It vibrated as they set off, and she was just starting to close her eyes when the window at the front of the vehicle pulled down, a bag coming at her hard and fast. She barely caught it in time, opening it up to see that it contained a box of fried chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy on the inside.

“What is this?”

“Eat,” one of the pigs said.

“Why? I’m not hungry.”

“Well, we ain’t feeding you, and the boss is keeping you all night.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah, well, the boss said eat.”

“…”

“You wanna do what the boss says, sow. Trust us on that.”

The window shut, and she looked down at the box. Sallie didn’t want to take anything that the boss offered her. The boar was a monster, and would have been even if he was a human. Yet, at the same time, she knew herself well enough to know that this shock wouldn’t keep her from being starving at the end of the night. She’d need something, particularly with the strange new appetite that she’d been picking up.

She didn’t like fried chicken, not as a general rule. It was something that was greasy, fattening, and it tended to send oily pounds right to the wrong places. If that was all she was getting offered, though – and considering she was dealing with pigs, why would she get anything better – she sighed and flipped the box open. The first piece, a drumstick, wasn’t that unpleasant. The taste never was, just the aftereffects.

She wolfed it down as fast as she could, biting through the skin and then through the meat. The bones were narrower than usual, or at least, they were easier to get around. One chunk of salty meat and food followed the next, and soon, it was stripped clean. She ate as gently as she could, trying not to spill anything, and she managed it, even though the driver seemed intent on finding every pothole between the house and wherever they were going.

Sallie was still a lady, not a sow, and she would treat herself as such.

#

Eventually, they pulled up in front of a hotel, and the food was long-since gone. She stepped out of the limo before the pigs could come around to ‘help’ her, and she managed to stand with her arms crossed under her breasts with at least a little bit of pride.

“Which room?” she asked.

“Heh, we’ll take you there.”

“Which…room?”

“…You fighting us, sow?” one of the pigs growled.

“Yes. If he wants me, then he wants [i]me.[/i] Not you two. Which. Room?”

The first pig started to growl again, but the other oinked and squealed in laughter. The laughing one elbowed the first, and then nodded towards the lobby.

“Floor 25, room 2504.”

“Thank you,” she said, clenching her teeth as she pushed past the pair of them.

As they oinked and squealed at each other, she did her best to walk with the grace of a proper woman, someone that hadn’t just stuffed her face with cheap fast food chicken and potatoes. She didn’t feel good about the weight of food that had settled in her guts, but there wasn’t much that she could do about that now. She needed to get into the elevator, head up, and get this done. If she was fast, then maybe she could just tire him out and go home. Maybe he wouldn’t be as disgusting since she came along without so much baggage this time. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

There were so many maybes, and she hated it. She felt guilty, felt wrong as she walked up to the elevator. She should be fighting this. She shouldn’t be begging Philip to do it for her, but she shouldn’t be doing it alone, either. Where was all the support? Where was the promise of together, forever?

It wasn’t here, that was for certain. She shook her head as she entered the elevator, rich with wood panels and gold lines, and pressed the button for floor 25. They closed, and she leaned back against the wall.

Already, she was imagining what the boar was going to do with her. Rip her clothes off at some point, more than likely. Her panties probably wouldn’t last the night. Maybe the dress wouldn’t, either. If he was feeling vindictive, he might just send her home in a bathrobe and nothing else.

The thought of that was humiliating, and her cheeks burned. At least she felt [i]something[/i] from that.

As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, she stepped out into the hallway. Bright lights reflected off of ivory walls, and a red carpet kept the whole place from being blindingly bright. She shook her head, rubbing her face as she walked down the hallway towards room 2504. It was going to be nearby, considering that she was already at room 2501, and she had to force herself not to slow down.

[i]Keep walking. Keep walking.[/i]

One clicking step after another brought her to the proper room. A knock, and she was told to come in. The door was unlocked, and she pulled it open and stepped inside.

Rather than anything decent, the boar was sprawled out on the hotel bed. No suite, no nice little room, no little balcony that might have made the place somewhat bearable and let her fool herself that the boar was wining and dining her. No. This was a high-end cheap-room, with his cock out and his rough fingers running along the side of his shaft as he looked at her walking in.

She stared at him, her eyes drawn to the yellowed head of his cock, where all those little chunks of smegma that she had cleaned off over the last few days had come back. She could smell the reek of it where she stood, and she imagined that the housekeeping staff would have run away the moment that they smelled it at the door. The boar smirked at her, stroking his cock as he leered at her from the foot of the bed.

“Get over here, sow.”

“…Coming,” she said.

“Leave the dress.”

At least he was allowing her that. She pulled the zipper down at the back and pulled the dress off. She hung it in the closet by the door, kicked off her shoes, and walked over to him in nothing but a pair of panties. They weren’t wet, thankfully. She didn’t have any attraction to him, but she knew that she’d need to get wet sooner or later if she didn’t want this to hurt.

She stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at him. As she crossed her arms under her bare breasts, he reached up and pinched one nipple with his trotter, squeezing it hard. She gasped for breath, her teeth clenching from the sharp pain.

“You try and look down on me tonight, sow, and I’ll make you regret it. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“And tonight, you call me Mister. Or Master.” He squealed with a rough laugh. “Yeah…call me that. Call me ‘Master.’”

The idea of calling someone so filthy and disgusting any kind of honorific sat ill with her, but there was no real choice in holding back. She nodded.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Now, kneel.”

She did, half-expecting to have his cock jammed into her throat right off the bat. Instead, he grabbed her by the hair, twisting it around his fingers, and jammed her face right into his sac.

The raw reek of the sweat down there was almost as strong as the cheese around the head of his cock. She gagged around the smell, tried to turn her head away from it, but he had too good a grip on the back of her head. He jammed her down again and again, forcing her to breathe in the stink, forcing her to take it in and swallow it down into her throat. She could feel the musk, the sweat, the stink filling her nostrils, running into her brain, and burning out most of her thoughts in the moment.

She could feel his cock running through her hair, and she knew that the cock cheese was going to stick there, the smegma washed off in her hair and lingering overnight. He was marking her, punishing her for wearing perfume to their little ‘date’. She whimpered, only to be shoved deeper, his cock grinding against the top of her nose, sweaty and slimy and leaving its own mark all over her.

“Mmmph…nnngh…”

“You like that, sow? You will.”

He ground against her face, sliming her lips and nose up with his ball sweat. It was so thick and potent that she could barely breathe against it, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, her stomach heaving slightly. The idea of barfing now was almost too much to bear, because she knew that he’d make her lick it up for her own humiliation.

The boar kept grinding her against him, the raw, pungent smell of manhood mixed with the rutting, greasy smell of a boar, and that combined with the sweat of the day made it feel like the filthiest, slobbiest smell that she had ever encountered. She could hardly breathe without feeling it getting jammed into her face, and she felt like she’d been dipped into an oil bath from just how slimy and messy he was.

How much time passed with her between his legs like that? Long enough that when she came up, she didn’t realize it at first. The world was hazy, her head blank, her mind retreating from the horror of the moment as she was used by a beast-man. He looked down at her with a smirk on his muzzle, and he squealed at her again.

“Look at that, sow. Looks like you’re getting into it.”

“Nnnngh?”

“I see hard nipples, sow. I know what that means.”

“Mmmph…it doesn’t…it doesn’t…”

“Stand up, sow.”

Sallie did as she was told, slowly getting to her feet. The act was more difficult than it should have been, and she wobbled from side to side more than she should have. She was dizzy, out of it, and she didn’t know what was happening to her. All she knew was that she wasn’t into this. No way. No how. She would never be –

The boar brought his hand up between her legs, pressing against her panties. And in that moment, she felt a squish. Not much of one, barely more than a light push, but it was enough for her to realize that her panties had, somehow, gotten wet.

Her eyes went wide, and she looked down. The pair of red panties were soaking wet in the front, and she shook her head in disbelief and horror.

“No…”

“Heh, yeah…”

“No, no, that’s not me…I don’t…I don’t…”

“Get on the bed, sow. It’s time for me to show you what a real man actually feels like…”

[i]This is impossible. I don’t want him. I don’t want to want him,[/i] she thought, moving onto the bed, feeling her panties stretching wetly around her pussy. [i]Why…that’s not possible…[/i]

Yet, there she was, on her hands and knees on the bed as the boar walked around behind her. He shoved her hair down in her face, drowning her in the stink of his smegma that he had wiped off in the locks. She gritted her teeth against the smell, but there was no fighting it, no forcing it away. All she could do was endure it as he –

RIIIIIP!

He pulled her panties off, and she shivered as she felt the cool air against her sex. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening. She wasn’t wet for this, she didn’t want –

A finger flicked her clit, and she tensed up. Oh, that stung and felt good at the same time. He was rough, painful, making her feel pleasure that she didn’t want to feel. She gritted her teeth, lowering her head to the bed.

She looked back, and, oddly, felt some small relief.

What was dripping from her wasn’t her juices. It was more like something wet and with a bit of a stink. It wasn’t her own juices – [i]not yet,[/i] a nasty part of her mind said. Instead, it was just piss. She’d wet herself from going so far into her own head, the stink overwhelming her to the point that she didn’t know how to control that part of herself anymore. It wasn’t arousal, it was just pee.

Sallie had never been so relieved in her life for something that humiliating.

And then the boar was behind her, his cock against her sex. She gasped as he started pushing against her, grinding on her, making her feel just how big his cock was. She already had some hint of it from when he had fucked her face, raped her face before, but this was something else. This was something big, more intimate, more of a ‘cheat’ than sucking someone off. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her back, and she felt the head against her sex, grinding, rubbing, grinding again.

[i]Oh no…oh no…[/i]

She felt him slide through her pussy lips, right up against her hole, and then, he was in. She gasped at the sheer size that forced her open, the way that his filthy cock was going right into her. Little flecks of smegma served as a bumpy lining to his cock, one that smoothed out considerably after the first thrust, and she realized that he’d left all that slime, all that mess inside of her. The sensation was horrible, messy, dirty, but at the same time, it was filling in a way that she had never been filled.

And he was still thrusting forward. There was still more cock to bury inside of her, more of the boar to fill her with. She huffed for breath, trying to catch it as her head rested against the blankets. She could feel that huge, nasty cock still sliding into her, the boar’s hot breath against her back, his fingers running up her sides to grab her breasts from behind. Sallie gritted her teeth as he squeezed them, his fingers pinching at her nipples and pulling them down, almost making them look like teats instead.

“That’s it, sow…take it…”

He bucked forward, finally hilting with her, and the thrust knocked the air right out of her lungs. She would have fallen down completely if he wasn’t holding her up, if he wasn’t gripping her breasts. It was so big, so filling, that she swore that it was punching right into her womb. The pain was there, and yet…yet there was something…

The stink made her head swim. There was no way that this felt good, no way that feeling some brute of a boar on her back would make her feel better than Philip had. It hurt. It had to hurt to be him, but under that, there was something else. Something that she hadn’t actually felt before.

[i]It doesn’t feel good. It doesn’t feel good.[/i]

She felt sick to her stomach as he started rutting her, fucking her pussy at a speed and intensity that made her rock back and forth. Philip had never done that, never done anything but laid over her and grind against her, or had her ride him. Always so hard to do, too, with what he had down there. But this –

[i]It doesn’t feel good. It doesn’t feel good.[/i]

She kept telling herself that, and she wasn’t even sure if she was telling the truth anymore. All she knew was that there was that weird feeling beneath the pain and nausea, beneath the humiliation of being fucked by a boar. There was that feeling of something stretching her, something that was closer to the [i]right[/i] size for a woman like her, and something worse, something darker.

Something that liked the idea of someone that was finally willing to just do something, to stop looking at her like someone that had to take care of everything.

Sallie ground her face against the bed again and again, trying not to think of that, trying to keep it out of her head, but it kept coming back. Philip, even when they were intimate, still looked at her to make everything happen, to see to it that they were both getting off, rather than doing something for her. This was darker, rotten, wrong, but there was still something to it that meant that it was all out of her hands. For once, there was nothing that she could do. For once, she was the one that had to go along with it, and from the way that the boar was rutting her, she knew that she’d be forced to take it and enjoy it to some degree.

In, out, in, out, that massive cock went, and every time that it plunged into her depths, she could feel it stirring up her womb in the most horrible way. She could feel it leaving stuff behind, smearing her insides with the boar’s cock filth, and she whimpered at the humiliating invasion. She already stank of the bigger male, and she knew that perfume wouldn’t be enough to keep it off of her. Philip would recoil away from her, try and keep his nose plugged while he was around her from now on.

And the boar probably knew it.

He pulled her upright, one of his hands against her breasts, the other shoving wet, sweaty fingers into her mouth. He held her upright as he humped her pussy, making her look at herself in the mirror over the bed.

“Is that the face of a woman, or a sow?” he growled in her ear.

Looking at the human woman in the mirror, looking at the face of pleasure that she had seen on too many porn videos to count, the rolling eyes that came with someone that was about to cum, she wanted to throw up. She wanted to hate herself. She wanted so many things besides the one that happened.

Instead, she arched her back and came on the pig cock inside of her. She came, and she squirted, messing the bed with her juices properly this time. He kept fucking her through it, not letting her have a moment even as she became more sensitive from her orgasm. He threw her back to the bed, and she was forced to keep taking it as he humped faster, harder, bristle-furred balls slapping against her clit every time that he hilted with her.

In, out, in, out, his orgasm so far away.

In, out, in, out, another one building for her.

In, out, in, out, her tears running down her face.

In, out, in, out, what else was there to say?

She was breaking, and he was nowhere near done.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Sallie is told to meet with the boar again, and this time, he plans on taking it further than the last few times.

Tags: M/F, humiliation, human, boar, pig, cuckolding, adultery, forced cheating, blackmail, vaginal, oral, balls, musk, sweat, stink, series, orgasm, forced orgasm, cum, groping, hotel, smegma,