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[b][u][center]The Boss’s Sow

Part 3

For Foogo

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

When Sallie went to pick her husband up from the hospital, the biggest hope that she had was that he wouldn’t notice that she stank of boar cum. No matter how much she had washed herself off, how many showers she took, how many times she scraped herself raw with soap, the raw musk just wouldn’t come off. The stink of the big boss boar had stuck to her face, her breasts, everything, and it had made her life hell the longer that she had to deal with it.

The worst part was, the longer that she had to deal with it, the less that she noticed it. She could almost forget about it for a while if she had a good enough distraction. If she sat down to watch TV, or if she spent time cleaning, or something along those lines, she forgot about the stink, and she almost forgot about what had happened to her.

However, something would always come up to remind her, whether it was a kiss on the TV or some picture of her and Philip, and then all of a sudden it would come rushing back, beating down all the defenses that she had put between herself and it, and then she couldn’t think of anything else but the boar.

However, as she walked into the hospital, she was able to keep him out of her head. She checked in, mentioned Philip’s name, and then walked down the hall to the room that they were keeping him in. The nurses nodded at her as she passed, and when she walked around the corner and saw her husband through the glass wall of his room, for a moment, everything felt right with the world. He looked up from the TV on the wall, grinned at the sight of her and waved, and she waved back.

[i]I can’t believe it…[/i]

She looked at him as she approached, but the more she did, the more her smile started to fade. Not much, not enough for him to notice, she hoped, but enough for her to feel it.

He was so…small. Not skinny, precisely, though he wasn’t big, either. He was more just…small, compared to the boar that had been looming over her, compared to the asshole that had been fucking her face and…other places, while her husband had been in the hospital. The one that had put Philip in the hospital in the first place.

And just like that, the guilt was back. She was red-faced as she entered the room, and she shoved her way into a hug with her husband before he could see her embarrassment, or how bad she felt. He’d see it, she was sure. She wasn’t a good liar.

“Sallie! Good to see you, but – ah, ah, watch the arm.”

She loosened her grip, though not by much. Philip slid back, gently cushioning his cast, and she did her best not to think about what had happened to him and what had happened to her, after.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“They said I’ll be fine. Just need to rest the arm.”

“Good.”

“What about you? I haven’t heard anything since they checked me in last night.”

Did she tell him? No, no, that’d be a bad idea, particularly now. He would freak out. He always did with the little things. From his scruffy hair to his slender face, to the narrow shoulders to the glasses he wore, he was the picture of the slightly nerdy, slightly worried guy. From the few times that she had come to work with him, all his coworkers had no idea how she had ended up in love with him and married to him.

Some had joked that they had gotten pregnant and then hid the kid, while others thought that she’d taken pity on him. Neither was true, but now –

[i]No.[/i] She’d been fucked. Almost raped, considering the blackmail that had been part of it. She needed to remember that, or she’d start thinking of it the wrong way.

“Let’s get you home,” she said, helping him get his legs off the side of the bed.

“Everything alright back there?”

“Yes,” she lied, and she was surprised how easy it was.

“Good. I just…you know, worried.”

A couple of days ago, she might have been in the mindset to sooth him, to tell him that things were fine, that she was good at handling herself. Not today. Not when he hid what he’d done to get them the house in the first place.

It didn’t take long to check him out of the hospital, and it took even less time to get him down to the car. They slid inside, and for the first time, he started sniffing the air.

“There’s…a new smell in here. Is that a new air freshener or something?” he asked, rubbing his nose.

“Not exactly.”

“Good, because it stinks.”

[i]How do you think I feel having to smell it on me all the time?[/i] she thought, and she was surprised how angry that thought was. She knew that it wasn’t entirely his fault, but –

[i]He didn’t tell you,[/i] she thought. [i]He didn’t tell you how much trouble he was in, and you ended up paying the price. How’s that fair? How the fuck is that fair?[/i]

Sallie shivered, starting the car and shaking her head. Philip started to say something else, but she gunned the engine, drowning him out until they were out on the road. After that, he didn’t say anything. Maybe he had finally picked up on her mood.

#

They returned home with her facing towards the dashboard and him facing out the window. Despite every attempt at conversation during the latter half of the drive, nothing caught on, and neither of them felt quite right pushing it further. She wanted to talk about one thing and nothing else, and he seemed to want to talk about anything but that.

Driving up to the front door of their home, she stepped out of the car. Tempted as she was to go running back in the house and leave him behind, she knew better than to just let her temper get the better of her. Instead, she hid her sigh and walked around to the passenger door, opening it and helping her husband out.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” he asked.

“…Let’s go inside, okay?”

“Sallie?”

“Inside.”

They walked up the steps and through the door. Even as she rested her hand on the locks, she heard him gag, coughing.

“Oh, god, that’s that stink?”

Her hands shook as they rested on the knob and the lock, and she knew that he was getting the smell that she had been trying for a full day to get out of the house. No matter what she did, the boar stench had completely soaked into the place, leaving nothing untouched no matter what she had done.

“Sallie, what happened?”

“…I know,” she muttered.

“What?”

“I know what you were doing. The boars. I know.”

“…What happened?” he asked, his voice shaking.

“They came here. They told me what they did, what you owe them. They were…they were going to…”

“Sallie, I swear, I didn’t know they’d come here. I didn’t want you involved.”

“Well, I am now. He…” She bit her lip, her hand squeezing the knob all the harder. “He…made me do things.”

Philip gasped, and she wanted nothing more than to have him hug her, to tell her that it was going to be okay. She wanted, needed him to step up and be a man, to make sure that there wasn’t going to be anything else going wrong.

If he could have done that, she would have forgiven him.

Instead, he slumped back against the wall, cupping his hand over his face. She heard him gagging, then heard him whisper.

“How could you…”

“How could I?!”

On the verge of whipping around, she stopped only as she felt the knob turning under her fingers. Sallie looked up, and through the glass at the side of the door, she saw him. The boar. The head of the little gang.

“Let me in,” he grunted.

There was no denying him. Not with the leverage that he had over both her and her husband. She let go of the doorknob, and he twisted it, stepping through as the door opened before him.

“Well, well, well, look at what we got here. The little punk and the little sow,” the boar said, chuckling. “And here I thought you’d be in the hospital for a few more days, you little shit.”

“What are you doing here? This is my house. Get out!” Philip said.

“Heh, really? You think you can kick me out?”

Again, it was a moment when Philip might have won back a few points in her eyes, but the minute that the boar loomed over him, he just seemed to collapse inside. He looked away, slumping down against the wall again. She shook her head, only to yelp as the big, hairy, heavy-set boar grabbed her ass.

“Well, I’m just here to have my fun with my sow again.”

“I didn’t – you already –”

“Shut up, sow.”

Smack!

His rough fingers across her ass sent her stumbling forward, something that she hadn’t felt for some time. The roughness made her hate him. The assertiveness made her hate her husband.

[i]This isn’t fair…this isn’t right…[/i]

Sallie knew something was wrong, that this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. What was Philip supposed to do, really, when compared to someone that was so much stronger than him, so much bigger than him? It was like asking a child to fight an adult, except in this case, it was all the more pathetic.

Her husband wouldn’t even look at her now, save for a few frantic glances here and there, and when he did, he looked as if she was the one betraying him. How the hell could he justify that? What grounds did he have to look at her like she was the bad guy, when she had all this dumped in her lap?

She would have ripped him a new one if the boar hadn’t grabbed her by the shoulders.

“Alright, sow. On your knees.”

“…”

“On your knees, if you don’t wanna see your stuff getting smashed.”

Slowly, she did as she was told, going down on her knees and using the skirt of her dress to keep from grinding them into the floor. The boar made her turn around, facing him, and he pulled her face against the crotch of his pants.

“Ya remember this, don’t ya, little sow?”

“I…remember…” she said through gritted teeth.

Not helped by the stink, either. If the house smelled of boar cum, then the crotch of those pants smelled like sweat, like cock, like smegma. The horrible, burning smell pushed through the fabric and right into her nostrils, her throat clamping down and the urge to gag rising. She barely managed to keep it down as he ground her face back and forth on his pants, the oils soaked into the fabric rising up and smearing her face.

It was far worse being watched by her husband now, and she wished that he’d say something, anything. Even if he couldn’t fight, he could beg, or push for her not to do something, or offer something to keep her safe. This wasn’t fair.

This wasn’t fair!

He grabbed her by the hair, twisting it around until his fingers were right up against her scalp and her head felt like it was getting ripped off her neck. As he pulled his zipper down with his free hand, his cock flopped out, the foul thing bouncing up towards her face almost as soon as it was free.

“Yeah, you remember this, sow.”

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

“Open up, unless you want your man to have another broken arm.”

“Nnngh…”

“Please, Sallie…”

Her heart broke at that moment, and she slowly looked at her husband. He met her eyes for a split second, and then looked away, but it was too late. He’d asked her to suck another guy off to protect himself.

No. He’d asked her to suck off a [i]pig[/i] so that he didn’t get hurt.

With her heart shattering into little pieces in her chest, she didn’t fight it as she was made to face that dick again, watching as the yellow-stained head bobbed back and forth in front of her. The boar pulled her close again.

“Well, sow?”

She didn’t have a choice, and right at that moment, there was a whole lot of not caring going on, too. She slowly opened her mouth, gagging at the raw stench, the horrible stink, and the burning taste that clung to her tongue as soon as that cock slipped past her lips. Then, she took it. It slid along her tongue, then to the back of her mouth, and she took it, little more than a blow-up doll, and feeling almost as empty as one.

Philip had a chance to prove that he was sorry, and instead, he proved that he was a coward. The boar could do what he wanted, as long as Philip didn’t get hurt.

She didn’t know if he could ever apologize enough for this one.

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

Summary: Sallie gets her husband back from the hospital, trying to find a way to bring up what happened, and her husband disappoints her.

Tags: M/F, human, anthro, human/anthro, pig, boar, oral, blowjob, face-fuck, cuckold, cheating, adultery, blackmail, begging, smegma, foul, musk, marked, series,