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[b][u][center]The Boss’s Sow

Part 6

For Foogo

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

Sallie was let go in the morning, her ass fucked, her pussy fucked, everything fucked. She felt like she had been wrecked to the nth degree, and she could barely walk as she got out of bed and made her way to the door out of the hotel room. The boar didn’t bother getting out of bed, and he only spanked her a little bit as she walked away from him.

“Heh…give that human of yours my regards,” he oinked.

She didn’t respond. She was still in shock, she told herself, and she didn’t want to say anything that might make him call her back to bed. In the state she was in, she was well and truly capable of doing something stupid, and she needed to be smart right then and there. Instead, she stared straight ahead as she pulled her dress back on, trying to ignore the way that it felt against her ass and her breasts and…and everything, for that matter, considering that she didn’t have any underthings on. He’d kept them all.

She was still oozing his seed when she left the room, and she could feel it slowly running down her thighs. Forced to walk with mincing steps, it took her forever to reach the elevator, and it felt like it took even longer as the elevator headed down to the lobby. Every step meant that she felt what he’d done to her again, little chunks of dried cum at her entrances mingling with the wet stuff that was still coming out. Some of it was chunky, jelly-like, and other parts were full fluid.

It felt like every hotel employee was staring at her as she walked across the floor, and she tried not to look back as she made her way to the front door. Did they know what she’d done? Maybe, but maybe not.

Hopefully not.

Sallie looked up at the limo as she left the hotel, the other two pigs grinning at her. They opened the door to the back of the limo, let her in, and then walked up to the front seat. As she pulled her seatbelt on, her phone rang.

“What?” she said, her voice dead.

“[i]Pull the skirt up, sow.[/i]”

“…What?”

“[i]My boys deserve a treat for their work. Pull it up.[/i]”

“Please…”

“[i]Do it, or they’re bringing you back.[/i]”

There was no way that a human would have anything left to them after a night like what she’d been put through, but the boar had already exceeded everything that someone could expect from a human. He would do more, if she pissed him off.

So, she did as she was told. She reached down, pulling at the edge of her skirt and dragging it up. It slid past her calves, then her knees, before resting on her thighs. She knew that the command meant that she had to show it off more, too, and she gritted her teeth as she slowly spread her legs.

It was impossible to miss the image of her pussy in the driver’s mirror, and she gritted her teeth harder as the pigs started pointing at it, and at her. They grinned wider and wider as they realized just what she was doing, and she could just make out one shoulder rising and falling, looking like the passenger pig was touching himself to the sight of her pussy.

She hated the fact that she was almost getting wet to that, too. She was ugly, and yet, they were still turned on by her.

[i]Will he still want me?[/i]

She tried to think of her and her husband in bed, but the minute that Philip popped into her mind, she knew the truth. He’d take one look at her, smell the air, and then shut the door and lock it behind him. She wouldn’t be able to even touch him until after she had a shower, and probably not even then. She reeked of boar cum, and she shivered every time that she breathed in and smelled more of the stink on her skin.

This was her life now. She was a boar’s sow, and it was impossible to forget that. He had marked her so thoroughly that she doubted that she’d ever be able to get rid of all of it.

She sat there just like that, the dress up to her thighs, her pussy on display for the pig guards that were taking her home. More than once, they swapped sides, parking and getting out of the car and changing seats just so that the other one could get a little more fun while they drove her around and enjoyed the view.

Eventually they pulled up to her and Philip’s place. She was allowed, she assumed, to pull her skirt back down, and she did. The feeling of being covered up was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, she wasn’t exposed to the pervert pigs any longer, but on the other hand…well, she knew what was coming when Philip saw her, and she knew for a fact that he was going to blame her for everything that had happened. Just like he had blamed her after seeing her get face-raped right there in their own house.

She slowly got out of the car, stumbling to the sidewalk. When she felt a queef coming from down there, a little ‘fart’ from her sex when she took too long a step, her cheeks burned, and the pigs laughed as they got back in the limo. She felt disgusting. For that matter, she probably was disgusting.

Stepping up to the front door, she pulled out her key and undid the lock. Philip was just barely visible down the hall as she opened the door, looking around the corner like some coward thinking that his home was getting invaded. She fixed him with a dead-eyed stare, stepping inside the rest of the way and pulling the door closed behind her.

“What did he…I mean…did he…”

“Everything. He did everything,” she said.

“…”

“I need to shower.”

He didn’t argue, nor did he try and stop her. Instead, he just nodded, as if she was saying something eminently sensible. No comfort was offered, no sympathies.

[i]Did I marry a man or a mouse?[/i] she wondered, making her way down the hall and into the bathroom. [i]Did I pick the wrong person, after all?[/i]

She stripped down, the dress stained up and down the inside with all the seed that she’d been oozing in the limo. That would probably never come out, but at the same time, she didn’t want to lose the dress. She laid it over the sink, shaking her head and telling herself that she’d think of something, but she was honestly not very confident in her own ingenuity anymore.

As she turned the water on, she tried to ignore the way that the last of the boar’s cum seemed to be lodged inside of her, refusing to come out. It was like a plug in her womb, like some stink-mark that was there to stay. She would need to go to the doctor to get that removed, she’d just bet, and the doctor would ask her why she bothered to let someone outside of her own species touch her like that.

What could she say? That they were under financial blackmail?

If anyone found out, it would doom any chance of the pair of them being respectable. They were already in trouble with the bank, according to what the boar said, and with everything else that was going on, she doubted that it would get better if they went to the police. She honestly didn’t care about her reputation at this point, not if it meant that things would get better. If she had any assurance that things [i]would[/i] get better, she’d got to the cops right then and there, hoping for something to change.

Unfortunately, she had no such assurance. Philip had already traded her to the boar just to keep from being messed up again. If she went to the cops and the boar threatened her husband again, then she [i]might[/i] be able to keep from backing down. Might. Philip, on the other hand, might just change his story completely, pretending that things were fine and that she was just overreacting.

And then she would pay the price with the boar again. He would punish her for going to the cops, and then make her…make her…

[i]I did not enjoy that. I didn’t.[/i]

And yet the pleasure that remained in the depths of her mind, the remembered forced orgasms, still lingered. She could almost feel it again if she really focused on what he had done, how hard he had fucked her, how he had debased her completely and left her focused entirely on what her body was doing.

There’d been selfishness there, something that demanded her and required her, something that made her focus entirely on her pussy and her ass and everything that he touched. It wasn’t her husband, wasn’t human, wasn’t loving, but there wasn’t love in pleasure. That was just…horrendous humiliation…sex…rut…

And orgasms. Too many of those for something to be truly rape, she would have been told.

The water was hot enough to step under, and she did. The heat started to wake her up again, to take her out of her shock, and Sallie wished more than anything that she could just cry. It would have made her feel normal again.

#

Once she was washed up, she joined Philip in the bedroom. He made a face as soon as she walked through the door, obviously disgusted at the smell that still clung to her, and she tried not to let it sink her mood even further. She didn’t quite manage it, but she tried, just like he tried to hide it as she walked over to the bed and sat on it wrapped in nothing but a towel.

She looked away from him, staring at the wall. Sallie opened her mouth, then sighed, looking down at the floor.

“Why can’t you be a man?” she whispered.

“What?”

“Why can’t you be a man and stand up for me?”

“I…Sallie, you saw what he’s like. He broke my arm.”

“I know!” She turned around, looking down at him. “But you didn’t tell me about anything that was going on. You didn’t give me a chance to say no. You just…did it, and then didn’t tell me.”

“…”

“You don’t even want to look at me anymore.”

“I…you…Would you want to look at me if I –”

“Yes.”

“…”

“And you could at least do me…do me the same courtesy…”

Philip didn’t even look at her then. He kept his eyes down, looking at the floor, not daring to bring them to look at her. Even when he managed to bring his head up, his eyes stayed down, looking at her hips rather than her face.

“I just…I can’t stop seeing him…”

“You think I can?” she asked.

“He fucked you…”

“You just have to think about it. I had to live through it.”

“…Sallie, I…I just…I’m sorry…”

She had wanted an apology, but that felt so small, so meager, so unsuitable for all that she had gone through. It felt like it wasn’t even a bandaid on the wound that she had taken, that their relationship had sustained. It didn’t do a goddamn thing to make anything better, since it came so much later than it should.

Getting to her feet, she walked out of the room.

“Where are you going?” he called.

“To get my phone.”

“Why?”

“I’m checking into a hotel.”

“But – Sallie, come back!”

She could have, but she couldn’t stand to be in the room with him. Not anymore. The comfort, the urge to be with him that she had once had, was gone. Even now, the idea of going back to him felt like she was just going back to a pimp, someone that would throw her at the nearest guy if it meant that he’d get what he wanted. She didn’t have anyone looking out for her anymore.

Grabbing her phone, she opened an app for local hotels. She’d only used that before when she and Philip had gone on a trip, but now, she needed one in her home city. She stared at the screen, hardly believing what she was doing, on auto-pilot more than anything else.

[i]What are you going to pay with?[/i]

Her fingers stopped. All the money they had was tied up in making sure that they kept the house, that they were slowly paying off the boar. If she left, that was a hundred dollars a night that they weren’t giving to the boar, and that wasn’t going into paying the bills. What in the world was she going to –

[i]You could go back to him.[/i]

Back to the boar? The thought had come out of nowhere, and the worst part was, there was something to it that almost tempted her. With him, at least, there were no disappointments. There was nothing unexpected. He wanted her body, and he made no pretense to her heart. He just used her.

It shouldn’t have been tempting, and it shouldn’t at all have been appealing. She shook her head, slowly putting the phone down as she leaned her head into her hand.

Eventually, Philip emerged from the bedroom. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and hugged her, and she…let him. She didn’t hug him back, excusing it from exhaustion, but she let him hug her, and hoped that there was still something left for them. The thought of even considering going back to the boar had shaken her, badly, and she didn’t know what that meant for the pair of them.

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

Summary: Sallie returns and finds out just how bad things are for her and Philip. She doesn’t know where it’s going from here.

Tags: F/solo, humiliation, no underwear, human, boar, stink, musk, exposure, exhibitionism, forced exhibitionism, creampie, messy, emotional, series,