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Big, Bad, and Oh-So-Wolfie

Chapter 4: A Three-Course Pork Dinner

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

The Big Bad Wolf huffed, puffed, and jogged his way up the wooded hillside that led to that nebulous border between his world - the world of Nature red in tooth and claw - and Man's World, the place where civilization reigned supreme, all animals were tame and did not talk, and women were always quiet, submissive, and kept without sufficient budget to even afford footwear on their own, and swollen with the spawn of their masters. Wolf supposed that he might be a living metaphor for some of the activities in which Men engaged. Still, for all his rapaciousness, he was never an agent of systematized oppression. Instead, he was a metaphor for the savage, uncaring wild - and by extension, the savage, wild things that humans could do to each other - without the constraints of law or policemen or kings. He wasn't like his brother, Isengrim, who was a part of the metaphoric kingdom of the animals, ruled by the lions, intended as a direct parallel for human society, delivered in an indirect fashion using animals in the place of humans. Isengrim was the sort of brute savage who had power, prestige, and great influence, and so his position allowed him to act essentially as he pleased, using the law as his protection. Wolf, on the other hand, was an outlaw by definition, a thing hated and despised by all the tenets of civilization, which naturally sought to kill all that it could not control.

Ah, but then there was another world, somewhere in between the Wild and Man's World. On this, the Borderland, all manner of things could happen. Animals that could talk and animals that could not regularly rubbed shoulders, and few thought much of the appearance of fairy godmothers or wicked witches to bless or to curse as the mood struck them. The Borderland was where a great deal of the action in fairy tales, fables, legends, and myth took place, as the players in those stories passed on their way from one world to the next. And on a set of three small hills right on the edge of the Borderland, set side-by-side like the humps of an overlumped Bactrian camel, were the three houses of the Three Little Pigs. The moment Wolf stepped out of the cool of the Wild into the bright, searing sunlight of the Borderland, he grinned at the sight, made so familiar by the passing of long years.

"And now for a cautionary tale," Wolf growled to himself, licking his chops as he started up the first of the three hills. "And always remember, little ones: help your neighbors and watch out for each other, or the Big Bad Wolf will gobble you up."

*

The sun was warm and bright as it shone down on the smooth black skin of First, glistening with a light sheen of tanning oil. It was a carefree sort of life on the hills, one removed from all the bustle and worry of the city, or the ragged fight for survival in the woods. First reached back to scratch her firm, rounded bum as she lay on her front behind the short fence surrounding her back yard, smiling sleepily to herself as she wondered if any boys from the village would wander by today and catch a view of the trim little pig girl as she did some nude sunbathing on her back lawn. As the eldest of the Three Little Pigs, First knew she had some responsibility to be a good example for her younger sisters, but she'd never been the sort inclined to hard work. She supposed that the tendency for her sisters to be incorrigible teases was something they picked up from her, as First knew well that the human boys from the village on the edge of the woods wouldn't ever try to cross the line of her back fence. Often, she'd casually pretend she didn't hear the wolf-whistles and catcalls from over the fence while she did her gardening - the source of almost all the food she really needed - wearing nothing but a pair of sandals on her trotters. The thought of those eager, handsome human boys watching her cute curly tail started to make First moist between her legs, and she gave a long, pleased sigh as she casually reached her hand between her thighs, hiking her rump a little for better access as she continued to laze on her towel.

"Yeah, you want some of this, don't you?" she moaned softly, her eyes closing as she stroked and then spread her perfectly smooth, dark-skinned labia, exposing the soft, inviting pink treasures within. "Too bad, though - you're not getting any. Look, but don't touch."

"I think I'll do both," came a deep, growling voice from right behind First, who bolted to all-fours, her eyes popping wide open as she looked around in surprise to find the owner of such a wicked-sounding voice. Her eyes grew wider still as they came to rest on the absolutely massive dark-furred wolf that had already hopped over her back fence, and was walking briskly towards her, a coil of rope and a large, empty sack hanging from one arm. "Hey, First," said the Big Bad Wolf with a familiar, almost friendly grin on his wickedly handsome, feral face. "Nice to see you're getting ready for me before we even get started." He winked. "Bet you don't even make the back door."

The black-skinned little pig squealed in terror, not really understanding what the wolf was talking about, her only concern for those terrible, sharp teeth she could clearly see when he smiled. Her young body tensing, she pushed forward with her back legs, trying to get purchase, only to discover that her sandals were slipping on the towel, sending her tumbling forward once more, flat on her face, her rump stuck in the air. She didn't get a second chance to escape, as abruptly a pair of massive paws was grabbing her arms, pulling them behind her, binding her wrists with the rope before a snap of the wolf's jaws cut off the length that was now holding her hands in the small of her back. Squealing loudly as the tears started to flow, First looked over her shoulder at the cruel beast that had captured her, even as he looked so very cheerful, so very casual as he bound her ankles together with the same ease and skill that he'd bound her wrists.

"Comfy, First?" he asked tauntingly, while his huge paws started to stroke and then to grope her uplifted bare black bottom, making the poor little pig whimper with fright. "Now, let me see...how did it go? Ah yes: little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked in terror, her voice catching as she felt those astonishingly skilled fingers find and then start to stroke her already-aroused clitoris, shame flooding her even more than terror as she felt her body starting to get even more wet and aroused. "How do you know my name? Please, just let me go, Mister Wolf. Please, don't...don't eat me!"

This last was a desperate wail as the wolf's fingers squeezed inside of First's tightly-clenched cunny, stroking downward as he pumped his paw back and forth, his thumb continuing to rub her now quite swollen lovebutton. His other paw easily held tightly to First's upraised buns, right to the side of her tensing curly tail, keeping her in that exposed, presented position that made her feel even worse knowing that the cruel, evil beast who had her in his clutches could see (to say nothing of smell) everything poor First was going through as her body flooded with unwanted arousal.

"Say the words, First," growled the wolf in response to First's desperate pleas. She looked at him in confusion, but he just curled his lip up in a fierce snarl, and wickedly jammed the thumb of the paw holding her rump into her tensed little tailhole, making First squeal even more loudly than before. "Say them! 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!'"

"I...they...that...," stammered the poor little pig, before something came to her, a half-memory bubbling to the surface of her thoughts. "No, no!" she squealed loudly as she saw, looking over her shoulder, the wolf lowering his head towards her exposed little slit, "not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"

"Then I'll huff," growled the wolf, his steaming hot breath blasting over poor First's cunny, "and I'll puff," and now his fingers slid out of her, instead keeping her lower lips spread wide, leaving her bared to whatever the cruel beast wanted to do with her, "and I'll blow your house in."

"No, don't...don't do...not...ah!" sobbed First in desperation, struggling in futile effort against the stout rope and strong paws holding her fast, before her voice turned to a high-pitched wail, part despair, part shock, and part pleasure, as the Big Bad Wolf's thick, smooth tongue plunged into her achingly tight little cunny, his jaws opening wide, as though he'd just swallow her whole from behind, the teeth of his upper jaw lightly pricking poor First's curly-tailed rump, while the sharp teeth of his lower jaw nudged against the sensitive crease at the base of her bottom. And then his tongue started to move. "AAAAHHHHHH!"

The Big Bad Wolf's tongue was easily the size of a more-than-average human penis, except that it was vastly more flexible, more able to reach places inside of First that she'd never even considered, not in any of her self-pleasuring sessions. What was worse, not only did his tongue lick and slurp at her most tender inner places, his fingers soon moved from thrusting inside of her, since that job was now occupied by his tongue, to diddling her clitty until it was all that First could do to keep from wetting herself with the convulsions this brought to her entire body.

Humping his face like he would have used his hips, his neck straining as he started to properly and very thoroughly violate the struggling, bound, and completely helpless little piggy, the Big Bad Wolf exulted in the sound of the black-skinned cutie squealing loudly, her head lifting as her body shuddered in bursts of explosive pleasure, her juices flooding his muzzle as he suckled on her tender, exposed little cunny. Taking his paw off her rump, Wolf placed it on the back of her head, forcing the poor little piggy's cheek to the dirt, demonstrating just how helpless she was, just how in his power. This just set off another chain reaction as First's body reacted to such a dominating act, her whole body pulsing, wrists straining against her bonds, as she came again and again and again, until her entire world started to reel, stars floating before her eyes.

With a final, despairing sob, First's struggles ceased as she admitted to herself that it was too much, that she couldn't resist any longer, all the horrible memories of past encounters with the Big Bad Wolf flooding back into her mind. Whimpering in her cute, high-pitched voice, the little pig closed her eyes and prayed that the end would come quickly. Maybe he'd be satisfied with using his tongue to violate her. Maybe he'd just swallow her whole right there on the spot, letting her tanning oil make her body slide smoothly down his gullet; that was a surprisingly pleasant way to go, First had discovered, the sensations inside Wolf's stomach warm and comforting and even a little pleasurable before you just fell asleep and knew nothing more. She prayed he wasn't in an especially wicked mood, that she wouldn't end up raped even more thoroughly, or prepared for his dinner in one of the many horrible, painful ways that she'd endured over the years. The feeling of the Big Bad Wolf's penis inside of her was a repulsive thing to First, something disgusting and vile. But worst of all, she enjoyed it, craved it, couldn't stop thinking about it when she was trapped in the big iron cage in his den, waiting for him to finish his preparations for her doom. She hated as much as she loved being his victim, and it was because of this that, once she was truly caught and in the Wolf's den, First never tried to get away. After all, once she was in the dark confines of the den, she could justify her weakness to herself, could excuse herself for loving everything that he did to her. After all, she was just a poor, defenseless little victim. It wasn't her fault.

Sometimes she'd sat in the cage in his den alone, sometimes with her sister, Second, sometimes bound, sometimes free, always watching with terror as the horrible, terrible, wicked, bad wolf would prepare some new torment for her and her sister. On occasion he'd simply abuse them in a myriad of sexual ways, then go off to try and capture their sister before he'd intend to begin cooking all three of them together. These efforts, of course, always ended in failure, and eventually Third would be along to save poor First and Second from the iron cage where they awaited the predator's return. Other times, though, the Big Bad Wolf would be far too eager for tender piggy flesh, and the doom of First and Second, one at a time, both together, or separately as he spent days between hunts to capture and ravish and cook and eat each little pig in slow, deliberate, methodical fashion, was assured. The second-worst part of it, of course, was that, no matter how much it hurt, there was an element of strong eroticism to everything the Big Bad Wolf did to his helpless, sobbing, squealing little victims. First had sometimes found herself reaching orgasm while squirming on a spit over an open fire, cumming in a combination of pain and pleasure until it grew to be too much, and she would pass out while roasting, her last conscious thought about how delicious she smelled, turning into pork.

That, of course, led First to think of the truly worst part: every time was like the first time. It never got old, never got dull, never became something monotonous or tedious. Every flick of Wolf's tongue over her sensitive body, every stroke of his huge, rough paws, every thrust of his immense cock, every turn of the spit, or bubble of the pot, or rotation of the meat grinder...it was all like new, every single time. What made it even more exciting was that there was the very real possibility that she and Second might survive their encounter with Wolf, even when they were trapped in his den, all hope seemingly lost. Often, especially in recent years, First and Second could escape the Wolf if they were fast enough and could make it to their youngest, smartest sister's house for sanctuary. Wolf could never get into that house, no matter how hard he tried, not once it was properly finished like it was at this time. But somehow First realized that this was not going to be one of those times. As he pulled his tongue out of her with a loud, messy slurp of her juices, making First's body flop limp and helpless to the ground, she realized that her only hope now was if the Big Bad Wolf decided to wait until he had all three pigs before he started to ravish and roast the two older sisters.

Looking up at her captor with wide, pleading eyes, First's lower lip trembled as he lifted her easily, one paw around her ankles, hoisting her into the air. She could see his thick, bobbing red erection just a short distance from her cute piggy snout as she was held upside-down, and turned her head to the side in revulsion, fearful that he was going to force her to suck on that nasty piece of male meat. She remembered well such vile acts he'd done to her in the past...and dearly wished that her mouth didn't start to water at the memory. He lifted First higher, until she was almost nose-to-snout with the Wolf, and she shuddered as he slowly ran his tongue over her cheek, and then up her smooth, dark-skinned body, savoring the taste of her skin, and of her even darker-skinned nipples. At any moment, First expected to be lifted a little higher, and then lowered down into that horrible, gaping maw. Instead, though, he pulled open the sack with his other hand, and lowered her into its dark confines. So, First thought to herself, it was back to the den now. She shuddered in fearful, aroused anticipation of the suffering and hours of slow, thorough violation that would surely follow, wondering if Third would manage to save her in time, wondering if she wanted to be saved.

"Time to go and see your sister, First," said the Big Bad Wolf as he slung the sack over his shoulder, jostling the piggy within. "Don't want you to get lonely," he added with a chuckle, patting her bottom through the burlap.

This made First's eyes widen in the darkness of the sack. Wait! This had never happened before! What was going on? First could only wait in fearful silence as the sack bobbed with each of the Wolf's steps, her future suddenly uncertain.

*

When you were an omnivore like a pig, food wasn't hard to come by. Really, the hardest part about being a pig was having too much to eat, not too little. Second mused on this as she cupped her smooth, strawberry pink-capped breasts, each nicely shaped like a generous scoop of French vanilla ice cream, pouting slightly as she noticed they were getting a little bit too plump for her tastes, little caring that most males would have found her a knockout. Finally, though, the snowy-skinned little pig shrugged, then leaned back, sighing in relaxation as she soaked in her hot-tub in the backyard she'd separated from the surrounding countryside with a tall, white-picket fence. Unlike her exhibitionist sister, Second thought with a measure of pride, Second didn't go parading around in the buff where everybody could see her. Still, she did get a certain very naughty thrill from bathing in the churning, heated water out in the open air, exposed but hidden from view. Sometimes Second liked to think of herself as a hidden treasure, something made all the more precious by its hard-to-get status. She had good evidence of her supposition, too, the hot tub, with its attending complicated pumping and heating apparatus, and backyard fence both having come from some of her many admirers as gifts intended to win her affections. Of course, neither of these efforts had worked (though the one who built the hot tub might have been seriously in the running if he hadn't gotten himself eaten by a griffon only a month later), but that didn't keep potential suitors from continuing to try.

It was as Second was musing on these mundane topics, feeling herself smugly and unattainably aroused, that she suddenly frowned, her eyes fluttering open as she felt a shadow cross over the sun that had been shining down on her snowy white skin. Immediately her eyes popped open wide, and she cowered down in the water when she saw who it was: the Big Bad Wolf!

Normally, Second would have been well on her way to her wooden house by this point at the sight of a threat like the Big Bad Wolf, but he was right there, standing between her and the house, a big burlap sack over one shoulder, something alive - certainly the Wolf's next meal - squirming within, a coil of rope over his other shoulder. While Second watched, whimpering softly to herself and huddling down in the water, hoping against reason that he wouldn't see her, the Big Bad Wolf casually hung his sack on one of the pegs Second kept on a post near the hot tub to hang her towels. Unlacing its drawstring, he reached inside and carefully peeled the mouth of the sack back, letting the head of its occupant peek out. It was First!

Her gasp of horror too loud to conceal, even though she tried to cover her mouth in time to stop it, Second could only watch in wide-eyed horror as the Big Bad Wolf, his dark, shaggy, muscular body as much on display as her own smooth, sleek little body, turned and started walking toward the hot tub.

"Please..." she whimpered softly, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. But whatever she might have been about to plead for, and to whomever it might have been directed, it was never finished before Second felt the slight ripples as someone else, someone big, entered the water right behind her. For a long beat, Second cowered there, feeling that huge, ominous, looming presence coming slowly closer, not rushing at all. He was confident, and she...she was doomed, any moment likely to be her last.

Suddenly, it was too much! With a wild squeal of panic, Second got her trotters under her on the sitting shelf that circled the outer perimeter of the hot tub, and sprang with all her might from the water, trying to dive for the grass and hit the ground running as fast as her little legs could carry her. She was still in midair, though, when she heard the splash from behind as the massive, dark presence lunged forward as well, and before she could even completely clear the rim of the hot tub, a pair of powerful hands seized her, one arm, huge and shaggy, encircling her waist, while a massive paw grabbed her shoulder, the huge beast behind her easily lifting Second back into the hot tub. Struggling with all her unfortunately limited might, tears streaming down her cheeks as she was pulled back into the water, Second thrashed, her arms and legs flailing in desperation as she tried to get free of the clutches of the horrible beast that surely intended to devour her, panicked, incomprehensible pleas for mercy escaping her lips between terrified squeals.

"Hush," growled out a low, dark, commanding voice, and despite herself, Second did indeed hush, save for the occasional fearful whimper. The owner of the voice, the Big Bad Wolf, seated himself on the same shelf, and in fact in about the same spot that Second had occupied just moments before, holding Second easily in his powerful paws. With a growling chuckle, he set her cutely plush and bouncy bottom down on his broad, thickly-muscled thigh, her legs straddling him, her curly tail pointed toward the stomach where Second knew she'd soon reside if she didn't somehow escape. Escape, though, was looking steadily more unlikely as the Big Bad Wolf coiled a few loops of his rope around the little pig's wrists, and then cinched them firmly, biting off the end with his teeth, ensuring she wouldn't get them free for a good long time, no matter how hard she struggled.

"Little pig," growled the Wolf, tilting poor Second back, his muzzle's hot breath steaming against the smooth, soft, and so-sensitive white skin of her neck and breasts, "little pig, let me come in."

"N-not by the hair," Second got out with a choked sob, feeling the thick, rough fingers of the Big Bad Wolf peeling her labia apart beneath the water, "of my chinny, chin, chin." She finally looked down with an effort, and then had to bite her lip to keep from squealing again as he so casually and yet so expertly started to rub a single fingertip against her clitoris, working against the hooded little bud in talented, tight circles, making Second's white skin flush with shame at how easily the brutish, wicked creature made her grow aroused, her cunny starting to get wet in spite of her terror. She slumped forward slightly, sobbing to herself with the horrified knowledge that this cruel monster would rape her first before he ate her, and that, as a small orgasm made her back arch despite all her efforts to resist, she would enjoy it.

"Then I'll huff," growled the Wolf, his hand leaving Second's flushed and smooth cunny to join his other hand in gripping her around her waist, starting to lift her from the water, turning her to face him. "And I'll puff." Now he was rasping her slick little sex against the thick fur of his chest as he lifted her upward, towards his eagerly parting maw, and though Second tried to kick against the brute, to push herself away, to perhaps get some distance she could use for an escape, it was no use at all as he easily bent his broad muzzle (easily large enough for her to fit inside, whole) and nudged her uselessly flailing legs apart. "And I'll blow your house in."

"AAAIIIIEEEEEE!" squealed poor Second loudly as her ears were suddenly filled with the wet, luscious sounds of the Big Bad Wolf savagely burying his muzzle into her quim, his tongue plowing into her depths until, her entire body seizing up violently, her curly-tailed bottom squirming frantically as it rested on his huge gripping paws, he was licking at her cervix, drawing out every movement to ensure she felt it, that she felt everything he was doing to her, that there would be no chance for her to escape inside of herself, to somehow blot out every horrific moment of this slow, ecstatic torture.

Many endlessly long minutes later, the wicked Wolf let Second slump back into his huge paws, gasping for breath, her entire body limp and feeling thoroughly used and spent. The poor little piggy sobbed quietly as he laid her, face down, across his lap, feeling his huge erection rubbing against her hip as he tied her ankles, removing her last chance to somehow escape by running. Second's eyes drifted to the sympathetic face of First, and the white-skinned little pig realized that, for all her many thoughts that she was somehow better than her older sister, all of them had been proven wrong in that single savage encounter. She was nothing but a slut, and whatever the Wolf might do with her next, she deserved nothing less.

Those huge paws were on her again, lifting the little pig with the snowy white skin by her bound ankles, and she shuddered as she felt his tongue lashing over her plump breasts, his lips wrapping around each nipple, one at a time, slurping on them wetly, noisily, until Second was intensely aroused once more. She had vague memories of having done things like this before, but they were more a matter of instinct than real recollection, her body knowing how to react even if her conscious mind was drawing a blank. Second, just like her older sister, was well-trained to react with pleasure to everything that this wicked wolf might do to her. All that needed to be done was to remind her of this reality, and within moments she'd be nothing but a needy little piggy waiting to be porked.

"In you go," growled the Big Bad Wolf as he tugged the sack open wider, and then thrust Second inside, head first, making sure to loop her bound legs over First's head. "That'll let you both keep each other company while we head to your sister's place," he said with a dark chuckle, roughly pushing First's cute piggy snout firmly up against Second's juicy little cunny, then holding her in place until she started to work her muzzle, slurping wetly on Second's slit while the younger pig moaned loudly from the depths of the sack. Satisfied, Wolf pushed First's head down, along with Second's bouncy buns, and then cinched the sack up nice and tight once more. "On to the Third, smart little pig's house of bricks," said the Big Bad Wolf, just loud enough so that the two helpless little pigs in the sack over his shoulder could hear him clearly. "We'll see if she's smart enough to stop me all alone."

*

Third felt that she'd outdone herself this time. She was simply too smart to be believed! Normally, she'd have had to sweat and slave and fret and fuss as fast as she could to get everything ready for the Big Bad Wolf's arrival. Normally, of course, he just showed up out of nowhere, and she couldn't simply leave all her preparations in a state of readiness in anticipation of his arrival: she needed her kitchen! This time, though, the Big Bad Wolf had announced his intentions clearly and well beforehand, and Third had gotten everything ready, knowing that a plume of white smoke would be seen from the chimney, but also knowing that, wide as she'd made it when she'd built her house of bricks, the Wolf wouldn't be able to resist it as a point of entry when all other efforts to get at her, inevitably, failed. The pot full of water was already starting to bubble on the fire, its heavy iron lid ready to be slammed and locked into place, ensuring the Wolf wouldn't escape before he was boiled alive. Third couldn't help but press her overall-clad legs together as she sucked on her lower lip, thinking of the screams and howls and thrashing of the helpless Wolf as he was turned into dinner. Her mouth watered at the thought of juicy wolf steak, and wolf stew, and wolf marinade, and...

Ah, but the Big Bad Wolf wasn't going to be alone on the menu tonight, now was he? The Third little pig smiled naughtily to herself as she carefully stoked up the large iron stove next to the fireplace, sliding a few more cords of wood into the gap beneath it to make sure the fire stayed nice and hot. Despite her efforts to remain calm and detached, knowing she'd need her wits about her for all her plans to come to fruition, Third couldn't help but feel her mouth watering at the thoughts of what was the come. Tonight, she was going to have a feast!

There was that knock on the door again, deceptively soft and gentle from such a huge and powerful paw, just as it had been that morning. On any lesser door, the Big Bad Wolf could have shivered it to splinters with a single paw, but Third had always used only the very best of materials and the very best of construction practices; he wouldn't be breaking down her door. In the oldest tellings of the tale of the Three Little Pigs, when it was told by the natives of the Eastern seaboard in the New World, as a cautionary tale to the Europeans about wasting too much time on needless preparation, Third never managed to finish her house of bricks before the Wolf would be upon her, while her sisters were safe and sound in their sturdy houses of woven straw and light wood. There were vague memories that came with her recollection of those oldest tales, memories of the Big Bad Wolf doing...something to her, but what, she really couldn't recall, as hard as she might try. The memory was as vanished from her as those oldest versions of the Three Little Pigs story had vanished from the general consciousness. There were vague impressions of her squealing, of huge, hairy paws and a smooth, pink tongue running over her body, touching her everywhere, outside and in. There was also the memory of something massive forcing its way inside of her, and of course a half-hinted recollection of the kiss of fire as Third struggled desperately with her back to a pole, bound tightly in place as she was roasted alive like a witch being burned at the stake. They weren't distinct memories by any stretch, but their vagueness somehow made them even more arousal-inspiring.

Somehow, Third knew that the Big Bad Wolf remembered those events just as she did, and knew that he still lusted after her flesh, in so many different ways, even after all the time that had passed. He was obsessed with her, and his inability to get to her because of the complete change of the story must drive him mad with gnawing desire, and it was for this reason that he simply could never leave her alone, could never be satisfied with just two plump, juicy little pigs no matter how sexy and delicious they might be. The thought of how badly the Big Bad Wolf wanted her made Third even more moist between her legs, making her moan and begin to slowly run her hands over her trim, pleasantly plump body. His need for her, was, of course, the reason that she wasn't wearing a stitch beneath her overalls: she knew the Big Bad Wolf couldn't get her, and she intended to drive it home to him just that much more by letting him see exactly what it was that he wasn't going to get to enjoy, no matter how much he huffed and puffed.

Drawing aside the curtains of her front windows, barred and securely placed so that they'd be able to withstand even a hurricane gale, Third smiled out at her eagerly-anticipated dinner guest as he came up her front walk, framed on either side by a perfectly-manicured green lawn. She was slightly surprised to see the burlap sack over one of his shoulders, mostly concealed behind his broad, powerful body, a rather short length of rope coiled around the other, but she quickly recovered. A quick flick of her hand, and one flap of the overalls flopped limply, exposing a generous expanse of her smooth, healthy pink skin, while still concealing everything important from the Wolf's eyes. Third couldn't help but smile, delighting in her naughtiness, as the Wolf started to drool, his breath lightly steaming the window pane even at four of his paces away.

"You're a wicked tease, Third," said Wolf with a snort, wiping his slavering muzzle with the arm not holding the sack. "This could have been a whole lot easier for you if you'd just taken my offer and built the house I wanted. You know I can almost always get what I want, certainly enough to pay you for any materials and labor. In fact, I'll even make the offer again: you can work for me, Third, you and your sisters. Heh," he smirked then, and stroked his large paw down his body, fingers running through the thick, soft fur of his chest, his belly, and then carefully circling his dark groin, Third's eyes following that hand, mesmerized, captivated by its progress over his beautifully, savagely-sculpted body, "if you wanted, there might even be some extra benefits to the work." His eyes fixed on hers as her gaze was drawn upwards once more. "I know you feel that same desire, that same obsession that I feel for you. Why does it have to end the way it always does, when it can end so much better?"

Finally, Third snapped out of her trance, and laughed. Wolf blinked at this, then frowned, his brow furrowing in anger as the little pink pig shook her head, her laughter slowly stilling.

"Silly Wolfie," said Third chidingly. "It ends the way it does because I like the way it ends. Of course I feel the same things you do. Why do you think I enjoy cooking and eating you so very, very much?"

"But...but what about your sisters?" stammered the Wolf, taken aback by Third's admitted pleasure in devouring his flesh, the same way he had devoured that of so many others over the years.

"Oh, they have their role to play," answered Third with a dismissive wave of her hand, before she pouted. "It's a pity they didn't escape you like I thought they would, and come running here for safety: I had such fun plans for them this time around. Well, at least you had fun with them first, I hope."

Now it was the Wolf's turn to laugh, and Third's turn to be taken aback, blinking in surprise as she stood there, uncertain and unsure of herself.

"I had fun with 'em both, all right," he admitted freely, before he lifted the sack on his shoulder up into one powerful paw, swinging it around in front of him. "But that doesn't mean your sisters didn't make it here."

Now that it was in full view, Third gasped softly as she saw that the sack wriggled and squirmed with the movements of the helpless creatures surely trapped within. Her sisters! Looking closer, the pink little pig felt her mouth drop open as she could make out the outlines of both her sisters as they were squeezed against the sides of the sack, their smooth young bodies pressed tightly together, writhing together, head-to-tail, tail-to-head. Moving closer to the glass, she could just barely make out the soft sounds of moaning, whimpering, and the luscious, wet slurping of little piggy snouts against little piggy pussies. Eyes wide, Third felt a powerful stab of jealousy shoot through her entire body, and at the same time felt a wave of the most intense arousal follow close on its heels, making her slowly sink to her knees, one hand pressed tight against the glass.

"You...you monster!" she exclaimed in a soft, breathless voice.

"Yeah," agreed the Wolf, opening up the mouth of the sack and setting it gently on the ground before he reached inside. "I thought we already established that, Third: I'm a monster, and I do terrible things to innocent little cuties that fall into my clutches." He grinned toothily as he thrust his other hand into the sack as well, carefully disentangling his two wriggling captives with some difficulty. "Like these two, for instance."

Third's eyes were as big as saucers as she watched, her breathing fast and shallow, her whole body tingling with arousal, as the Big Bad Wolf slowly lifted her smooth-bodied sisters, black-skinned and white, from the sack, dangling upside-down from his paws by their ankles like fresh-caught fish. They squirmed in his grip, and Third had to swallow to wet her throat, she was so turned on right then, so hot and needy as she looked at the wet faces and even wetter cunnies of her sisters as they swayed and gyrated slowly in the air, their little piggy snouts only a hand's breadth away from the Big Bad Wolf's massive erection, which stood proud and eager, a shining bead of precum dripping from its tip and splashing to the broad stepping stones leading from the road to her front door. The two bound, helpless little pigs looked, as gape-mouthed as their sister, at that immense wolfcock, surely intended for their smooth and so-very-small bodies, and then started to sniffle cutely, tears running down their faces as they turned their heads to look at their youngest, smartest sister.

"Third!" First cried out, her voice just shy of a squeal in her dread and anticipation of what was going to happen to her next. "Please, Third, save us!"

"He's gonna eat us, Third!" added Second, her sobs growing steadily closer to fearful squeals as Wolf drew her steadily closer to his immense erection, while carefully lowering First to the soft grass on the side of the step-stone path leading to Third's front door. "He's...he's gonna rape us, and then he's gonna eat us! Please, Third, please!" Second's voice started to grow steadily more fearful, more frantic as Wolf moved the hand that had been gripping First's ankles to grip his cock, rubbing it against her cheek, leaving a trail of his precum on her face and neck and shoulder as it jetted out little spurts in his eagerness. "Oh no, oh no! Please, don't let him! Don't let him...no! N-mmmmmm!"

Wolf shifted his hand from his hard cock to Second's head as her pleas almost hit their crescendo of panic, and she tried desperately to turn her face to one side or the other, completely unable to escape her fate or Wolf's desires as he slowly, almost casually, pressed her little face towards his dripping, pointed lupine cockhead, and then pushed it into her cute little mouth. Without meaning to, Second felt her lower lip pursing, her mouth wrapping around the thick penis that was filling her face so very much, suckling wetly, just like she had on her mother's teat. She didn't want to do it! It just...sort of happened.

Whatever Second might tell herself, however, it did nothing to change the fact that she was giving Wolf some very good head, even as he pushed her down on his cock until her snout was nudging up against his heavy, immense, dark-furred balls. Shifting his grip, Wolf's hand that had been holding Second's ankles went downward as he bent his legs, gagging the poor little piggy as he bucked his hips a bit, making her cry some more around his big shaft, which just made her suckling even more wet and messy and noisy. Now wrapping his arm around her waist instead, Wolf was able to nudge Second's legs apart, and then bury his muzzle between her legs, lapping greedily at her wet and perfectly smooth white quim. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut as he started to center his attentions on her clitty once more, a thick finger of his free paw easily squeezing into her snug, wet folds, followed soon after by a second, before he started to pump his hand hard and fast, keeping time with his rapidly-flickering tongue. She couldn't take any more! It was just too much!

Loud squeals made their way around the throbbing wolfmeat stuffing poor Second's mouth as she started to jerk convulsively, her legs trembling, thighs squeezing down on Wolf's head, held apart only by the arm he had raised to pound her poor little cunny, and her, into submission. Her juices squirted so hard from her cunny that they landed on the top of Wolf's muzzle as he pulled back from tonguelashing Second's lovebutton to give Third a wicked, toothy grin. Third's hand was vigorously grinding between her clothed thighs as she watched, kneeling and rapt, while the Big Bad Wolf orally violated her sister. It was the hottest scene she'd ever seen in her entire life, and it left her paralyzed, helpless to do anything but watch, completely oblivious to the continuing pleading, desperate cries of First for Third to help them, to somehow save them from the Big Bad Wolf. She was the smart one, after all, and so it was her job to save her sisters from their own laziness, their own frailty. It was always her job! Well, she decided as Wolf lowered the sobbing, panting, totally spent and exhausted Second to the grass, and started to reach for the oldest little pig, not this time. This time, they'd get just what they deserved. And she, Third decided as she unbuttoned her other overall strap, and slowly began to peel her only clothing down her sexy young body, would watch every juicy minute.

Seeing her oncoming fate reflected in the lusty, savage eyes of the Wolf, First squealed in terror and tried to inch her body away, her bound wrists and ankles making it so hard as she tried to kick herself away on her back, using a stray moment to kick out at Wolf, driving him back for a moment, then rolled over to scrunch herself forward like an inchworm. This last position, of course, was when the Big Bad Wolf caught up to the doomed little pig.

"Well," he laughed as both his massive, powerful hands seized her upthrust black bottom, holding her fast and presented for his enjoyment, "if you wanted it like this, all you had to do was ask, First."

First's reply was almost incoherent, a collection of desperate, pleading sobs as she was slowly pulled back, which grew steadily more high-pitched, until finally, as she felt the searing hot breath of the Wolf on her tender, moist, pink places, she was squealing in despair, her tight little rump tensing with all her might in the Big Bad Wolf's paws, might that was nowhere near enough to save her from her fate. His tongue drove out, and First tensed herself in anticipation...only to squeal even louder as she felt him tease his tonguetip over her tense little tailhole, the motion an almost tender oral caress.

"N-not there!" First pleaded as she realized what the Wolf intended for her, barely bringing her voice back from a panicked squeal, her cheeks flushing in shame as she was slowly and very, very thoroughly rimmed by that talented lupine tongue, so very long and thick and smooth. "Don't sodomize me, please! I'll do anything you want - anything - if only you won't...Oh!"

"Noisy little piglet," growled the Wolf good-naturedly as he hefted poor First in his arms, and then lifted her, turning her toward where Second lay sprawled on her back, her thighs splayed apart, even as her ankles were still tied together. "Let's keep that mouth busy," he added with a growling chuckle, before he shoved First's snout up against Second's flushed and much-abused cunny.

Sobbing quietly, First began once more to nibble and suckle on her sister's juicy pink places, nuzzling past the snowy white skin of her outer labia to get to the tender, extra-sensitive parts within those smooth petals. Third, for her part, was in a prime location for watching everything. White-skinned Second was lying face-up just outside Third's window, while the supple and perfect heart shape of First's smooth black bottom, thrust up into the air, was broken only by her adorable curly tail. Just behind First, stroking his cock, getting it nice and slick with his precum, just as he'd gotten First's bottom nice and slick with his saliva, the Big Bad Wolf slowly guided his immense, slightly pointed cockhead into place at the poor little black piggy's tailhole, and started to just as slowly squeeze himself forward, Third pressing her face against the glass to catch every meaty inch as it sank irresistibly into the black-skinned little pig's bottom. The expression on her oldest sister's face was priceless!

Suddenly, the Big Bad Wolf gave his hips a hard buck forward, and both of Third's sisters squealed loudly, First's squeal rather muffled as it was buried in Second's muff, at the loud, smacking impact of his balls against First's pussy, his hips against her bottom, and First's mouth being shoved roughly against Second's drenched cunny. His balls came away soaking wet, as wet as First's own quim, and they slapped steadily more wetly as he plowed forward again, and again, picking up speed quite rapidly, not giving the little pig any chance to regain her equilibrium, to somehow build up her resistance to the truly dirty pleasure that was starting to overwhelm her, second by second. Third whimpered softly as she watched her oldest sister's black bottom bounce as she was thoroughly ravished, her little tailhole right beneath her cute, curly tail so very, very stretched by that massive invading organ. The youngest little pig's hands went to her breasts, and she gave a very soft squeal of her own to answer the very loud squeals of both her sisters as they came, their smooth, beautiful bodies writhing and jerking with the waves of wicked pleasure that slammed into them. Then, as the Big Bad Wolf jerked himself out of First's well-stretched bum, grabbing his cock to stroke it good and hard and fast, Third's breath was steaming the glass as she feverishly worked her hand between her thighs just as fast as Wolf was stroking his cock. And when he finally came with a loud, deep bark of orgasm, his cum splattering all over the bottom and back of First, and the chest and face of Second, Third came as well, her squeal much louder this time, only barely muffled by shoving her fist into her mouth and biting down until she almost drew blood.

Both of her older sisters now breathing hard, lying there almost completely paralyzed and helpless in their post-orgasmic haze, Third's own eyes grew heavy with her afterglow, and she was forced to lean both hands on the glass to keep from simply falling right over. Blinking sleepily, she watched, not quite comprehending, as the Big Bad Wolf stood up, and then carefully picked up each of her sisters, and draped them gently over one broad shoulder, their bottoms facing forward. For a moment his back was to Third's window, facing toward the road, and she found herself admiring Wolf's cute, furry buns, and then grinning wickedly at the flushed, exhausted, pitiful expressions of her two adorable sisters as they looked at her with such "sad puppy" eyes. They both knew that, if their sister didn't save them, it was all over for them now: Wolf would be carrying them off to his den soon, and there he would violate their tender bodies for hours, perhaps even days, until, finally, he would grow hungry, and they would meet their ends, one by one, or perhaps both at once. The thought of her adorable, sexy sisters being turned into succulent pork made Third's mouth and pussy both start to grow very wet indeed, even after the powerful orgasm that had overwhelmed her only moments before.

Then Wolf turned, and Third's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open at what she saw. Of course, her gaze went first to her sister's cute bare bottoms, the lips of their puffy, moist cunnies tightly clasped with their bound legs, looking so very inviting right then that Third wished desperately that she were a male, so that she could properly enjoy ravishing her gorgeous older sisters, making them squeal long and loud while she violated them without pause or mercy. But what made Third's heart stop for a moment, her brain simply ceasing to function, was the heavy key in the Big Bad Wolf's other hand. He held it up in plain view, and Third wondered for a moment where he could have been hiding it all this time, before he began walking towards her front door.

"Oh no," she whispered in horror as he casually, teasingly tried the doorknob, finding the door locked, of course. "Oh no no no..."

"Little pig, little pig," said the Wolf with a slow, wicked smile at the window where Third was kneeling, almost in tears now as he fit the key to the only lock that was keeping her safe from the beast, "let me come in."

"Not by," Third began, before her voice cracked, and she had to start over. "Not by the hair of...of my chinny, chin, chin."

"Then I'll thrust," chuckled the evil brute as he pushed the key home. "And I'll twist," and the key clicked loudly as her last protection was removed. "And I'll let myself in."

Third could only manage enough energy to turn herself around, still on her knees, as she watched a huge, hairy hand push open her door, could feel hot tears on her cheeks as she realized that she was truly doomed. After all these years, centuries in fact, of his constant efforts, and her constant teasing and taunting and tormenting, she knew that the time of the Big Bad Wolf's revenge upon her was finally at hand. He would not be finished with her soon.

Too overcome with the rush of emotions from her former passion and present terror to even think about moving, Third just knelt there, sobbing quietly, unable to do anything else. Instead, she could only watch, eyes wide with fear, as the Big Bad Wolf seemingly ignored her, instead pressing her sisters' naked backs and bottoms against the central beam that held much of the weight of her brick house, and then used the last of his coil of rope to bind them up, nice and tight, back-to-back, the smooth wood of the pillar and the harsh grain of the rope digging into their delicate skins.

"Well," chuckled the Big Bad Wolf good-naturedly as he licked first one and then the other of the two bound and helpless little pigs' cheeks, lapping up their copious tears as they sobbed in despair, "it's all over now except for the squealing." Then he grinned wickedly, the sight of so many sharp and terrible teeth making the two doomed little pigs cry out in fright. "And there'll be a lot of squealing before I'm done with you, I promise you that."

Third was still paralyzed with shock and fear when the Big Bad Wolf rose and turned to fix his terrible, yellow-eyed gaze on her, before the dark-furred beast began to stalk towards her with almost casual slowness, his smile almost friendly.

"First, though, I think your youngest sister owes you both some answers," he said with a dark chuckle, reaching out for Third.

Too late, Third realized her danger, her last desperate chance slipping away each instant that passed, and raised her hands to try and ward off the Wolf. He simply chuckled as he grabbed her wrists, and Third gave a squeal of terror as she was hoisted so easily into the air, kicking her legs desperately before her tight little tuckus was plunked down on the wide wooden table where she'd been planning to prepare her supper. The Big Bad Wolf gave the book sitting propped in a stand on the edge of the table a single knowing sweep of his eyes, and Third whimpered softly, her ears turning down cutely, wishing against all hope that he wouldn't tell her sisters what he saw. They weren't very clever pigs, Third knew all too well, and she prayed that they wouldn't be able to connect the dots on their own, and that the Wolf wouldn't connect them for the two young pigs.

So caught up in her guilt-ridden feelings, the shame of what she'd been contemplating, and in which she'd been caught, Third didn't really notice that the Wolf wasn't holding her wrists anymore until he stood up, holding a scroll of paper Third had tucked in the bookshelf next to her preparation table, along with a few short nails. With a startled gasp, Third tried to push against the Wolf's chest as he leaned over her, pressing his powerful, furry body against hers, tacking the scroll to the wall as he spread it out fully, his immense erection stroking against her trim belly. Despite her struggles, he simply chuckled at her feeble attempts to stop him, and easily rolled her over on the table as he leaned back, holding her wrists against the tabletop, her breasts squeezing tightly against the hard wood, the slight flaws of its polished surface rasping against her erect, achingly hard nipples, his rampant erection stroking between the pert, tight double mounds of her cute, curly-tailed pink bottom.

"Oh hush up," laughed the Wolf, silencing Third's soft sobs with a sharp smack to her round little tushie, making her squeak in shock instead before she began to moan as he began to squeeze and stroke the firm curves of her bottom, taking his time, obviously in no hurry. "This isn't anything more'n what you deserve, after all, Third, after everything you've put me through over the years. Mmm," he growled in appreciation as Third whimpered softly, feeling the Wolf's hot breath steaming up her tiny cunny and even tighter tailhole as he scented her, drooling in anticipation, "and I'm gonna savor you and your sisters for a long, long time."

Spread out on the table, her wrists held firmly in place by a single mighty paw, Third closed her eyes in desperation, the only thing she could think to do so that she wouldn't have to stare at the visible signs of her guilt tacked to the wall and opened in its stand only a short distance before her, near the wall against which the preparation table was pushed. Then she felt the smooth, thick tongue of the Big Bad Wolf touch her trembling little sex, and her eyes opened wide as he so slowly, so very expertly, drew his tongue from its very base, all the way to its very tip, up her bared, buttery cunny, every inch rasping against her clitoris before dipping into her heavily juicing cleft. Her mouth was open as well, her snout flexing and wiggling as she tried to cry out, but no sound would come. Then his other hairy paw seized Third's calf, forcing her leg open, letting him have the room he needed to plunge his tongue into her, his muzzle mashed tightly against her cunny, before he started to wetly, messily, noisily feast on her delicious quim. Finally, Third found her voice, and the entire sturdy little house of bricks was soon filled with her squealing as she was wracked with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, her body sawing back and forth on the table, until her entire world was reeling, her every hope of resistance or escape utterly dashed.

Too weak now to even move, to even moan, Third didn't give the Wolf any trouble as he easily rolled her over onto her back once more, so that she could better stare up at him...and down at the immense wolfcock resting lightly on her smooth mons, which she knew with awful certainty would soon be buried to the hilt in her undersized pink cunny. There was no use in resisting any more, even if she'd had the strength to try: it was, as the Big Bad Wolf had said, all over for her, except for the squealing. Giving a soft sob, Third knew full well that he'd keep her squealing for days at the least, and likely much, much longer, enduring whatever terrible torments his wicked mind could devise. She could do nothing to stop him, didn't even know if she wanted to try even if she could. To the Wolf, Third and her sisters were nothing but a three-course pork dinner to be savored to his heart's content.

"Come now, why the long face?" asked the Big Bad Wolf in that soft, seductive voice he used when he was being especially cunning or about to do something extra-wicked, one massive, gentle paw stroking over her smooth pink skin, making her shiver a little when it tickled inside her navel. "Is it because you're not going to have a chance to cook and eat your sisters like you planned?"

Third winced as she heard the horrified gasps of her two bound sisters, not able to meet their gazes as they looked at her, eyes wide as they silently pleaded with her to contradict what their captor had said. Then her own eyes widened as they went to the immense shaft that the Wolf was now gripping in his hand, stroking it as he guided it into place at her virgin-snug and extra-juicy little cunny. She'd had enough time to get some of her breath back while the Wolf had been stroking her smooth pink body, and even as he slowly squeezed his way past her outer and inner labia, obviously savoring every slow, delicious squeeze forward with immense pleasure, in no hurry at all in mounting her, Third soon started to struggle, making soft, cute noises of exertion as she did her best to close her thighs, to somehow get her legs up high enough to kick at the wicked beast.

"It's all true," the Big Bad Wolf continued casually, now speaking to Third's sisters as he continued to keep that same pleasant, casual smile and conversationally seductive tone to his voice. "Take a look at what your sister had set out before I got here: the roasting pan, big enough for two pigs, the bags of vegetables to the side of the preparations table, the well-stocked spice rack, and the soft rope coiled underneath the table, perfect for binding struggling young limbs."

"No!" exclaimed First defiantly. "Third would never do something like that! She's the one who's always saved us from you. She'd never become like you, never in a million years!"

"Try a few thousand," retorted the Wolf with a grin over one shoulder at the eldest little pig, before making Third give a short, startled cry as he thrust his hips forward suddenly, spreading her open, and then just as suddenly pulling out, letting her body fall back to the table after that sudden tension. "Think about it, though: she's always saved the two of you, but when have you ever done anything like that for her, in all the time you've known her? When have you ever been anything but freeloaders on her generosity and foresight? When have ever been anything but, well...pigs?"

"We help out!" protested Second. "We do chores around the house, and we tend her garden and orchard."

"Until you forget about it and go back to your normal foolish ways," the Wolf responded, his free paw slipping under Third's bottom to lift her up slightly, putting her pussy on a perfect level as he started to thrust his hips, rubbing his hard length firmly into her cleft and against her aching clitty until the poor little pig was almost on the verge of total collapse, so close to yet another orgasm, this one certain to be more powerful than any of the ones preceding it, and yet constantly denied that final release as the Wolf held back, stopping his thrusting when she was just on the edge, reading her body language perfectly, letting her cool down for a minute or two before he'd start his thrusting once more. "Face it, little porkers: pigs were meant to be eaten. You're delicious! And that chart up there, which your sister was hiding on her bookshelf, just proves my point."

Her whole world was cracking up now, Third realized, as she dared a quick glance at her sisters' faces when they looked up in wide-eyed horror at the poster on the wall, which detailed every single cut of juicy pig flesh with dotted lines around the different parts of the modeling subject portrayed on the paper. Worse yet, it used a two-legged pig rather than a four-legged one, a fairly detailed pencil sketch of a sexy young thing, shown in two drawings next to each other, posed facing forward and back, who was almost certainly one of their relatives, talking pigs being a popular protagonist in a variety of stories. Her limbs were splayed out to better show off the dotted lines with the labels next to them, written large enough that the two bound little pigs kneeling on the floor, their backs to a pillar, could read off not only the names of each cut of meat, but the suggested uses for that meat jotted beneath each piece. First and Second's lower lips began to tremble, then their snouts began to sniffle, and finally they both began to cry. That wasn't the worst of it, though. The worst part of this moment of revelation, as her sisters saw that they'd been doomed from the very start by this most intimate of betrayals, was that Third couldn't help but think how sexy her sisters' voices were when they were crying...and how much that thought made her want to eat them all the more.

"That's how it is for me all the time," growled the Big Bad Wolf gently, almost tenderly in Third's ear, a soft, intimate communication meant to be shared only between her and him - the pillow talk of the closest friends and lovers. "You've got such an expressive face; it's really sexy, and really easy to read what you're thinking."

Third dared to turn her eyes away from her sisters, looking instead up into the yellow eyes of her captor and rapist. She could taste her salt tears streaming down her cheeks, and opened her mouth, not sure what she was going to say. Maybe she'd beg for her life. Maybe she'd beg for him to pull his cock out of her wide-stretched cunny. Whatever she'd been planning to say, however, flew from her mind when the Wolf grabbed her right breast with his free paw, and squeezed it firmly, his fingertips catching and then twisting the pebble-hard nipple quite cruelly. This was just the start of the chain reaction that started to tear through Third's body and mind as her thoughts were derailed. Now left only with action and reaction - stimulus and response, the most primal of instinctive behaviors - Third had no way to defend her core being as the Wolf's hips started to thrust! Before he'd kept his pace just barely slow enough to deny her final ecstasy. Now, however, he held nothing back, and the two bound little pigs on the floor watched the Wolf's muscular rump tense, his tail hiked high as he plowed downward like a machine, fast and hard and unstoppable, his sperm-heavy balls loudly slapping against Third's pink bottom, right above her curly pink tail, with a machinegun tattoo, his immense shaft pumping in and out of her tightly-clinging little cunny. The wet, luscious sounds that filled the brick house were only matched by Third's loud squeals of orgasm and despair, and try as they might, neither of Third's sisters could look away from the bestial ravishing of their little sister, not only because of the raw, intoxicating intensity of the scene, but from the certain knowledge, made of equal parts fear and arousal, that they would both soon suffer a similar fate.

Of course, Third's legs kicked desperately as the Big Bad Wolf humped her mercilessly, now releasing her breast to rest one paw on the table next to her, the other still holding her wrists above her head. At least, they did at first, and for several long minutes as each wave of pleasure crested and then crashed over her, until suddenly she wasn't kicking her legs any more - instead, she was wrapping them as far around the Wolf's waist as she could, just gripping him there as he pounded her with gusto, now using both hands to hold himself up on the table, not holding her down at all. She looked up into his wickedly handsome, grinning, sharp-toothed face, pinned beneath him as he did with her as he pleased, and the last thing she felt of her body was her trotters curling up as the pleasure clove through what remained of her senses, leaving her wide-eyed and unseeing, her whole world now devoid of any senses, save for the pleasure of finally giving in to the passions of the Wolf. The poor little pig was his now, and she knew she wouldn't resist him anymore, or ever again, no matter what he did to her. All she was, after all, was a pig, and pigs were meant to be eaten. That acceptance in itself brought a sense of satisfaction to the little pig greater than she'd ever known in her entire existence, and she gave herself up wholly to the pleasure it brought, losing herself in the howl of the Wolf as he came inside of her, her last conscious sensation the feeling of so very much cum splashing against her inner walls.

When next Third was aware of her surroundings, she found herself dangling from the ceiling, her wrists bound to a rafter by some of her own soft rope, her body still completely naked and leaking rivers of cum from her heavily-flushed cunny, which ran down her smooth pink thighs all the way to her dainty trotters, which just barely touched the floor, leaving her on tip-toes. Not far off, her sisters were sobbing, and First's adorable, high-pitched voice was sweetly pleading for mercy. Still in a daze, Third turned her head to the side, and softly gasped as she saw the Big Bad Wolf tying poor First's ankles to her thighs - a frog tie, as Third had discovered it was called in one of her books on bondage and restraint - and he was using Third's own rope to do it!

First's struggles on the preparation table were half-hearted as, next, the Wolf seized her wrists, and then pulled them down to her ankles, forcing her to sit up slightly as he coiled the soft rope around her wrists and then her ankles, tying the poor little piggy up like a turkey ready for basting. It wasn't until the Wolf easily rolled the helpless little pig over that Third realized he'd trussed her into the 'suckling pig' position, her bottom thrust into the air in open invitation, her tailhole still leaking wolfcum. At first the eldest little piggy was turned to the side, giving Third a perfect view as the Wolf stroked his hands over her oldest sister's smooth black skin, making the poor little piggy shudder at the slow, erotic contact, before he teased his fingers on one paw into her mouth, forcing her to suckle on them like she might a penis, while the fingers of the other paw squeezed into her cunny, the skin all around it already slick and glistening with her juices, giving Third just a glimpse of pink as First's slit was spread open by those cruelly invasive digits. Then, with a chuckle and a gentle, affectionate pat to First's upraised bottom, the Wolf turned her to face the wall, her raped little tailhole and sopping wet cunny, flushed and ready for heavy use, clearly visible to Third as she dangled from her own rafters.

Turning, the Wolf grinned toothily at Second, still bound to the central pillar. The white-skinned little pig promptly burst into a fresh round of tears, and began to wriggle quite fetchingly, though also quite ineffectually, as the Big Bad Wolf untied her, and then seized her wrists and ankles, carrying her over to the large preparation table, and spread her out on its rough surface.

"Oh no!" sobbed the poor little piggy as she turned her head slightly, getting a good eyeful of her older sister's well-prepared quim, before she turned her head to look pleadingly up at the Big Bad Wolf, her legs kicking a little as he released her ankles. "Please Mister Wolf, please, don't rape us. Just let us go: we'll do anything you want, anything!" Her voice started to get more frantic as the Wolf's thick-furred paw slid up her inner thigh, reaching a crescendo on "anything" when it engulfed her tiny white cunny. "Noooooo!" wailed Second as her back arched, her snowy breasts with their delicious-looking, strawberry-pink nipples thrusting upward, an orgasm long denied finally dragged out of her by the Wolf's expert ministrations.

Watching with dry lips, breathing hard in arousal, Third couldn't look away - didn't want to even if she could have - as her white-skinned sister would start to struggle, to really try and fight, only to have her efforts brought to naught as the Big Bad Wolf, chuckling with good humor, would easily work his paw against and into poor Second's cunny, pumping until she would cry out, her entire body seizing up, putting an end to any effort to resist him. First turned her head to watch, her eyes reflecting her own aroused-but-fearful resignation to her fate, and Third's attention was rapt as Second battled desperately for her life for long minutes through aggressive forced orgasm after orgasm, until, finally, she collapsed to the table, sobbing piteously as her physical strength and emotional resolve gave out completely. Of course, it was at this point that the wicked Wolf grinned even more toothily than he'd done before, and grabbed Second's ankles, hauling her legs apart before plunging his muzzle between her thighs, licking her most savagely until Second gave a final, high-pitched squeal, and her entire body went completely limp; he'd just pleasured the poor little piggy into unconsciousness!

With Second out like a candle, it was simplicity itself for the Big Bad Wolf to truss her like he'd tied First, and set her alongside her older sister, bottom up, face to the wall. Licking off his paw, and obviously relishing the taste of the comingled piggyjuice on his fingers, the Wolf turned from the helplessly bound pair and began to rummage in the baskets and bags Third had laid out in preparation for her repast.

"Please," whimpered First, turning her head slightly to nuzzle her pleasure-riven sister, "what are you going to do to us?"

"Several things," said the Wolf, his voice pleasant, even conversational, as he lifted Third's huge roasting pan up onto the table right behind the two bound pigs, making First gasp in horror as she recognized the purpose of the metal dish. "I'll tell you all about it, once your sister wakes up."

As he said this, the Wolf reached over and smacked Second's bouncy white bottom quite soundly, leaving an obvious pawprint on her cute tushie, and making the poor piggy wake with a start and a short squeal, before she sank back to the table, whimpering softly, still lacking the strength to do anything more. As the Big Bad Wolf explained his plans, he began laying down a bed of crisp lettuce and fresh cabbage on the bottom of the roasting pan, which both piggies, looking over their shoulders, could clearly see with ever-rising trepidation, was just the right size for two tender teenaged piglets. Their mother, having had numerous litters and grown rather fat, though she still retained a certain large-bodied, Rubanesque sexiness that she'd passed on to every one of the smaller-bodied sows she'd littered over the years, might have fit into the pan by herself, as might the fierce wild boar that was their father, a position he'd gained after having ravished their mother many years ago when she'd been out in the woods alone as a foolish young sow. Even the Big Bad Wolf might have fit, though it would have been a tight squeeze, but, really, they both knew for whom the roasting pan was intended by their youngest sister.

"Your sister just asked what I was planning on doing to you, Second," the Big Bad Wolf said, reaching over to gently rub the poor piggy's bottom where he'd spanked her, before continuing to line the dish. "I thought you'd want to be awake for this part: it's rather important to your immediate future, after all. First, I was planning on putting you in this nice big roasting pan, which your sister so helpfully provided. Then, I'm going to drizzle you in vegetable oil, just a little bit to keep your meat tender, and brush it all over your bodies. Of course, I'll have to use my fingers to get the oil into some places," he added with a chuckle, before reaching out to tease both little pigs' tailholes, making them both give a short, cute little exclamation as their curly tails flexed, their puckered anal rosebuds visibly tensing at the contact.

Finished with his preparation of the pan, the Big Bad Wolf reached out his huge paws, and seized poor First by her shoulder and her rump, the fingers of the paw gripping her bottom deliberately squeezing into her gushing little cunny as he hoisted her up, and then set her gently on the bed of greens, even as First's breathing started to pick up in a strange mix of fear and arousal. Then he reached out once more and seized Second, who could only sob quietly, her body too thoroughly ravished to do more than dangle limply in the Wolf's grip as he lifted her, and then set her down alongside her sister on the soft bed where she would meet her final fate. Soon the Wolf was doing just as he'd said, lifting a bottle of oil Third had left lying next to her spice rack, and lightly sprinkling it over the naked backs and bottoms of the doomed little piggies, before he began to first use the brush, and then, when that proved too slow, his huge, powerful paws, to rub it all over their smooth young bodies, making them both moan in aroused despair as their skins began to glisten.

"Once I'm done here," continued the Wolf as he almost lovingly caressed the faces of the two little pigs, oiling their cheeks and snouts up as well, "I'm going to cut up some potatoes and carrots to roast with you, and then I'm going to season you both and all the vegetables with a nice mix of spices. Finally, I'm going to fill your bodies with some...stuffing," and here he chuckled, his index fingers finding and diddling the aching clitties of the poor, abused little piggies, just enough to make them whine cutely, before he continued the work of reaching beneath their bodies, his rough paws oiling up First's and then Second's pert, plump young breasts, making sure to squeeze and then roll their perked nipples until they were achingly hard with arousal, and both little pigs were visibly and very heavily leaking juices from their well-flushed cunnies. "And then...it's into the oven with you both."

This final pronouncement got to the sisters, and the pair lifted up their heads as best they could, looking up at the Wolf as he reached for the spice rack and began laying out jars and shakers filled with savory-smelling substances. Their high-pitched, sweet little voices rose in volume, mingling together into an adorable cacophony as they tried in a last-ditch attempt to beg for their lives. All this seemed to do to the pitiless Wolf, however, was make him look at the pair, and then bend down to get something. A brief glimmer of hope rising in their hearts, the little pigs begged louder, more earnestly...only to have their voices suddenly cut off, the expressions on their faces absolutely precious as well as priceless in almost comical surprise as the Big Bad Wolf easily stuffed a plump, juicy red apple into each little pig's wide open mouth.

"Mouths quiet," rumbled the Wolf with a wink at the two little pigs while he stroked their chins teasingly. "Heads down," he added, moving his paws to the tops of their heads, and then gently but firmly pushing them down until their chins were resting firmly on the bed of greens. "Bottoms up," he finished, his paws sliding up both little pigs' smooth backs, until he gripped their curly-tailed rumps, hiking them a little higher, making them into easy targets, and adding a little rubbing of their juicy little cunnies for good measure. "That's how good little piggies behave themselves."

Put in their proper place for good and all, First and Second sniffled and whimpered piteously as the Big Bad Wolf quickly cut up a good many large potatoes and sweet onions and carrots, which soon piled up around the tender, tasty-looking piggies. These whimpers soon turned to rather loud, though still muffled, squeals as the Big Bad Wolf deliberately saved two nice, thick, juicy carrots for the end...or, more specifically, their ends, as he pressed the pointed tips of the orange vegetables to each tightly-puckered little tailhole, and smoothly squeezed them into each little pig's well-oiled bottom until only the nubs of green at the thicker tops still stuck out, spreading both their bungholes nice and wide, making the helpless, bound little piggies squirm on their bed of greens as he gave each carrot a final twist for good measure.

"Oh yeah," growled the Wolf eagerly as he moved his paws to First's shining black bottom, gripping her tushie tightly as he guided his immense erection into place, the swollen tip rubbing between her juicy lower lips. "Time for some extra fun to work up my appetite."

The Wolf's cock slid smoothly, easily, into First's cunny despite her tightness, thanks to the copious preparation he'd done in getting her so very wet and aroused, as well as the slick oil that made her whole body glisten. Shivering as her whole body tensed, First pressed her chin against the bottom of the roasting pan to brace herself, whining cutely as she felt her pleasures starting to rise. Third swallowed as she watched Wolf's hot, muscular buns tense and flex as he thrust his hips forward and back, his tail lifted to better let her see his heavy balls sway with each thrust almost straight down into the trembling oldest little pig. Still so sensitive from his recent orgasm inside Third, Wolf wasn't going to last long with the intensity of fulfilled anticipation as well as the exquisite tightness of the smooth, black-skinned little pig beneath him. Not that this mattered much, because First wasn't going to last long either, eagerly pushing back against each of Wolf's thrusts, reveling in this final, total submission to his will, her whole body feeling charged and alive with passion. Second's head turned to watch, her expression one of horror as she heard her older sister start to squeal in orgasm, tears running down her cheeks not from pain or fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure that was wracking her trim young body as the Wolf grunted and snarled over her, planting a healthy load of cum in First's cunny, until it quickly started to overflow and leak down the backs and insides of her thighs, pooling on the lettuce beneath her.

Giving his hips a light jerk back, letting his cock bob up, which made it shoot a few final shots onto First's upraised rump, the cum clearly visible against her glistening black bottom, the Big Bad Wolf then turned his attention to Second, who was already sniffling piteously, looking back at the Wolf as best as she could, shaking her head as she begged him for mercy with her expressive eyes. Her head then jerked upward as he roughly spanked her upraised rump, making sure to angle his huge palm right over her well-used cunny, before he grabbed his shaft with one big hand to guide it into place, and then shoved himself almost brutally into the snowy white piggy's quim, spreading her tiny slit open nice and wide. Already on-edge from her recent forced orgasms, the raw savagery of the Wolf was actually needed just to keep poor little Second from passing right out again, each loud slap of his hips against her smooth little bottom hard enough to make her squeal into the apple in her mouth, her curly tail tensing right above the carrot stuffing her tailhole, along with the rest of her body as she wriggled helplessly against her bonds, unable to escape the onrush of additional orgasms that shook her to her core. Sensing just how close to total collapse his white-skinned little victim was, Wolf rapidly built up his speed to a brutal pace, baring his teeth as he relished the way Second's cunny clamped down on his shaft as he pistoned her quim for all it was worth, letting his balls tighten up as his third successive orgasm hit with an explosive burst, forcing a loud bark from his throat as he emptied himself into the smooth middle pig. The splash of the Wolf's cum inside her smooth inner walls set off a chain reaction of contractions inside the squirming little pig, and soon Second's vision was spotted with flashes of light as she convulsed through a final series of orgasms, which left her entire body spent. If pigs could sweat, she would have been coated in a sheen of it as well as the cooking oil.

Pulling himself free of the second well-raped little pig's pussy, making sure to splatter a generous aftershot of cum onto her smooth white bottom, the Big Bad Wolf paused for a few minutes to catch his breath after so much pleasure and passion in so short a time. Then, finding his strength once more, he bent to pick up two ears of corn from the sack of vegetables Third had collected, and took his time, letting the two helpless pigs fully realize what he intended to do with the thick, knobbed lengths of shucked, yellow vegetable as he slowly stroked them over their naked skins, turning them often to ensure they were fully coated in oil and cum and very slick. Finally, the Wolf teased the tips of each ear against and then into the flushed labia of each little pig, showing his surprising ambidexterity, and twisted them constantly as he squeezed the thick, ribbed corn into the squirming, squealing, moaning little piggies' quims, literally screwing them into place.

"Almost ready," growled the Big Bad Wolf, licking his chops in eagerness as he grabbed the spices. "Makes me drool just thinking about you both squirming in the oven while you sizzle and roast."

Shaking the spices over the bound little piggies, First and Second shuddered and shivered as green and red and black and white powders and flakes soon began to cover their upraised bottoms, including their bound legs and well-stuffed cunnies, their smooth backs and shoulders, and then their heads. The pair couldn't resist sneezing cutely as pepper tickled their snouts, making the Wolf laugh before he gripped the base of each ear of corn in their snugly-clenching cunnies, and started to pump and grind and twist them, slow at first, but soon picking up speed, until he was pounding them both almost savagely, making their bottoms bounce as he alternated thrusts of his paws, making first the black-skinned and then the white-skinned little pig jerk forward with steadily rising pitch and volume to their alternating squeals. Suddenly, as their cute voices reached a crescendo, the Wolf started to grind and twist the hard ears of corn roughly, until both little pigs cried out loudly, making their curly tails stand out straight with the shock of pleasure, their heads rising up from the pan as far as was possible, their jaws tensing up around the apples muffling their voices, biting in deeply, making juices flow down their chins as orgasm rocked their bodies and minds, pleasure so powerful it shook them right down to their souls.

Finally, utterly spent, the two little piggies slumped into the roasting pan, completely limp, all the fight gone out of them. All either of them could manage was an adorable "poor me" look up at the wickedly grinning Wolf as he gently lifted the roasting pan, carrying it with ease in his powerful paws, and then holding it in on a single arm as he reached out, and pulled open the door to Third's massive oven. The doomed little pigs managed a soft shared whimper as they saw the dancing flames before them, eager to lick at their tender, sensitive skins, turning them into mouth-watering roasted pork. First leaned over slightly, nuzzling her sister's tear-stained cheek, and Second pressed her trim young body against First's, the two little pigs closing their eyes in resignation as the pan was set on the lowered oven door, before they were both slid head-first into the sizzling depths. Third's last sight of her sisters was their well-stuffed and very shapely rear ends before the Big Bad Wolf slammed the oven door and wiped off his oily paws on one of Third's aprons, hanging nearby.

"Well," he said with a chuckle, turning to face her, "looks like it's just you and me now, Third."

Third couldn't suppress the whimper as her eyes went to the advancing Wolf's immense erection. She'd felt it inside of her once before, and knew at last the pleasure that came with utter and complete submission, and though she feared the suffering that she knew she'd endure over the rest of her surely short life, a good part of her relished it, was eagerly awaiting whatever terrible torments he would inflict upon her helpless body.

"I was thinking," said the Wolf with a grin as he reached up and untied Third's wrists from the rafter, his proud penis rubbing against her thigh and waist as he held her up in one huge paw, "that we'd start with a little bit of fun; the same sort of fun that you've given me for the last thousand years or so."

That took Third off-guard, and she gasped softly in rising fear. Surely he couldn't mean to...but he did. Her eyes opened wide, as did her mouth as she began to sniffle tearfully, while the Big Bad Wolf carried her easily over to the fireplace, her trotters dangling just off the floor, where awaited the bubbling pot in which she'd boiled the Wolf alive so many, many times.

"Not that!" squealed Third in stark terror as the Big Bad Wolf easily hoisted her up in one big paw, dangling her over the scalding water, her trotters so close she could feel the splashes of water popping just below her. "I...I thought you were going to torture me, not cook me!"

"I can do both," chuckled the wicked Wolf as he started to lower the wriggling little pig toward the water. Her trotters just barely touched its churning surface, and she gave a short squeal before raising her legs, bending her knees as she pulled them up to her chest. The Wolf, however, just smirked at this, and reached out, grabbing hold of both her ankles in his other huge paw, then holding her suspended, her bottom thrust downward, curly tail pointing straight at the water as he took his time, lowering her inch-by-inch toward her doom. "Just think how much it will hurt when I stick my cock in your tushie when it's a nice lobster red."

Realization dawned in Third's eyes as she struggled - all in vain! - against the mighty grip of the Wolf: this wasn't going to be a slow, sensual violation as she'd hoped at all, nothing at all like what her sisters just endured. Instead, the Wolf was actually going to make her suffer - really and truly suffer - before she'd finally suffer the same fate as her sisters, cooked alive and messily devoured by the lusty Wolf. She'd thought that she'd grown to accept her fate up until that point. Now, faced with the very real possibility of hours of agony before her final end, Third's resolve cracked in moments.

"Wait," Third got out as she felt the steam searing her exposed, downthrust bottom, trying to catch the eyes of the Wolf, to somehow get his attention, to stall for time as she did what she could to save herself - she was the smart one! She should know how to get out of this mess! "Wait!" she then squealed as she felt the very tip of her curly tail dip into the scalding water, her voice cracking as she felt drops of searing hot water splash onto her delicate lower parts. "Please, we can make a deal!"

"Deals were for when we were still bargaining, pig," said the Wolf with a cold glare at Third, before lowering her another inch, making her squeal even louder, her whole body thrashing as she felt her bottom just barely touch the water before he pulled her up again, only just enough so that she wasn't in the water...barely. "We've moved past that point in the discussion." He bared his many strong, sharp, pearly white teeth, and Third couldn't hold back the sobs as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. "Lucky for you, you're first on the list of people I can use to make the house I need for my mate. I don't need you, understand, but it'll be a bit harder if I have to go hunting around for the next one on the list. If it weren't for her, and my desires to please her any way that I can, you'd be turning into stew right now, while I dumped the rest of those vegetables and spices in to boil with you. You'd better be grateful to her for that."

"I am, I am!" squealed Third desperately, her rump tensing as she fought with all her might to keep her bottom up, the positioning of the Wolf's paws as he held her bent almost in half making this nearly impossible. "I'll do anything you want for her, I promise! Just please don't boil me!"

"Here's the new deal, then, Third," said the Wolf, his manner becoming less menacing as he shifted back to using her name, and then lifted her slightly, so that she could no longer feel splashes of boiling water on her bottom. "You're not my contract employee any more. Instead, you're my slave, got it?"

"Yes," sobbed Third, closing her eyes as she gave herself up to the mercies of the Big Bad Wolf.

"You'll build a nice, big, fancy house for my Red, and you'll put only the finest work into it," the Wolf continued, turning as he spoke, so that Third was no longer dangling over the pot.

"Yes," she gasped out, breathless with relief, her whole body going limp in his powerful grip.

"After you're finished making the house, who knows," Wolf finished with a shrug as he gently set Third down on one of her chairs, releasing her, but leaving her wrists still tied. "I'll let Red decide what I do with you. But until then, I'll get you whatever materials you need: you just gotta build the best with what I can get you. That's the new deal. Got it, slave?"

"Got it, master," answered Third, lowering her head submissively, still breathing hard from her brush with doom and death.

"Good," growled the Wolf, before turning to the oven. "Guess you'll need some workers, too," he said with a smirk, before walking to the oven and yanking open the door. Reaching inside, using a pair of thick oven cloths that were hanging nearby, the Wolf then hoisted out Third's sisters. They were steaming lightly, and Second's white skin had turned as pink as Third's natural color, but they were both still alive, as they revealed when they both slowly, tentatively, opened their eyes, a glimmer of hope shining there as Wolf set them on the preparation table.

"You two're lucky," he said in his deep, gruff voice, giving the two little pigs' well-heated bottoms a squeeze, making them whimper, as their skins were quite sensitive after their brush with being roasted alive. "Third here's finally agreed to do what I wanted. Except now I own her, instead of having to pay her for work. Oh, and I own both of you, too," he added with a toothy grin. "You okay with that? If you're not, there's still plenty of time to let you roast before I take you home to my mate for dinner."

Both little pigs immediately began to nod their heads, not wanting to go back into the oven no matter what it meant they had to do.

"Good," said the Wolf with a snort, before bending down, his hot breath teasing their widely-stretched pink parts, before he snapped their bonds with a single bite for each of them, freeing the two little pigs, letting their bodies slump forward, spilling out of the roasting pan as they lay side-by-side, helpless on the table. "You rest up for a little bit. Then, when you're ready to walk, we're gonna head over to the Three Bears' place. That's where you'll be staying while I get everything sorted out, so you can start work on my mate's new house."

The sun was just starting to head toward the horizon on its final journey, signaling the shift from late afternoon to early evening, when the Big Bad Wolf stepped outside of the Third Little Pig's house and stretched, smiling to himself at another job accomplished. He then started the long walk back to the Woods, where his mate would be waiting for him. Behind him, the Three Little Pigs walked along, their necks bound by the rest of Third's soft rope to a coffle, their wrists bound in front of them to ensure they wouldn't have an easy time escaping even if they were so inclined. It was obvious to any casual observer, though, that these three didn't have any fight left in them, their heads lowered submissively, watching the ground to make sure they didn't stumble as much as to avoid the gaze of their new master. They were now good, obedient little slave pigs, and, somehow, their new position was comforting in a strange way that none of them had ever felt before. There was no more struggle for survival, no more aimless drifting, no more lack of purpose. Now they knew their places in the world. Now they had purpose. That purpose was to serve the Big Bad Wolf for the rest of their lives, until such time as he decided to eat them at last.

But even that wasn't such a bad thing. After all, pigs were meant to be eaten.