“Come along piggy.”

I’d dressed my piggy slut in a pair of super tight PVC pants, which featured a convenient zip up the rear for easy access to her pig-hole. She was also muffled with a ball gag, the straps tightly held behind her ears, the huge gag causing rivulets of drool to drip from her chin.

Piggy had moaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I’d attached a pair of steel nipple clamps - which had caused them to swell to almost double their size and continued to throb. And naturally, like all good piggies, she was wearing a buttplug with a lovely curly tail attachment that poked out through the zip in her shorts.

I pulled on her leash. Piggy was wearing a leather collar, attached to a long steel chain that I held firmly in my leather-gloved hands.

I was dressed to a tee for our day down on the farm; a pair of leather dungarees, similar to lederhosen, a plaid shirt and calf-length boots.

Piggy followed me, crawling along on all fours, as befits a creature of her standing.

“Are you excited?” I asked, to which she responded with a snort of agreement. Per our rules, piggy must only address me with oinks, grunts and snorts during our sessions.

I lead her down the path to the pig pen. It was an enclosed pen, filled with knee-high mud. The mud was a rich, dark brown, sloppy, thick and filthy. I pointed - and piggy obeyed me. She crawled into the mud gleefully, her hands and knees disappearing under a sea of thick slop.

I put my foot on her back and pushed her down, flat on her face. She submitted to me by allowing her elbows and knees to buckle under my weight and she was soon half-covered in filth. I held her down until she groaned, air bubbles forming through the mud.

I allowed her back up to take several deep breaths, then rolled her onto her back and stepped on her stomach, making sure she was coated head to toe in the thick, brown mess.

“That’s a good piggy.” I said, smiling at the state she was in. I couldn’t see a single shred of skin showing; she had been completely covered. “Now it’s playtime.”

I paused, rummaging in my trunk to find our first toy of the day. It was a 12 inch strap on dildo, with a bulbous head, thick shaft and firm base. I watched piggy’s eyes widen in glee as I clipped on the leather harness and slipped the beast to my crotch.

She obediently got on all fours with her arse in the air, snorting and giggling with excitement as I applied a thick coat of lard to the end of the dildo. During our farm fun sessions, my piggy’s hole was made sufficiently slippery with thick, white lard - very appropriate.

She moaned softly as I removed her pig-tail plug and set it aside. I bent down in the mud myself, aligning the greasy head with her hungry pig-hole and pressed my thighs assertively against her muddy mud-flaps.

Piggy let out a deep groan of appreciation as her hole quickly swallowed up a good 6 inches of the huge toy. She had been training her pig-hole per my demands, I could tell. Every day she was required to ride a decently sized dildo for 15 minutes before administering 50 self-punches until her sloppy hole was absolutely ruined.

I withdrew the toy, allowing the slippery head to rest against her anus. It winked and clenched, begging me to fill it back up again.

“Your hole is hungry today.” I said, pleased. Piggy squealed with agreement, jiggling her arse cheeks up and down to signal she wanted more.

I agreed to her request by thrusting back inside her, in and out, faster and faster. Her greedy, sloppy hole easily devouring up inch after inch. 6 inches, slurp. 7 inches, yum. 8 inches, smack. 9 inches, nom. She moaned and sighed in time with my rhythmic thrusts as I fucked her hard.

Piggy was pressing her elbows into the mud, her shoulders raised, her back arched to allow her cavernous crater centre stage. I stood still, gripping her firmly around the hips.

“Take it all.” I commanded.

Piggy did as she was told and began to slowly edge back onto the dildo. The first half was easy - her hole managed to slurp up toys of that caliber on a daily basis. The second half was harder; piggy was talented for her ability to manage wide objects, but her depth training was somewhat lacking.

I could feel her inner ring refusing to open up to allow the last few inches inside her. I reached in my pocket and handed her a vial of liquid gold. Even the sluttiest of pigs need help sometimes. Piggy gratefully took them and inhaled deeply, followed by a sigh of happiness as her muscles relaxed against their will. I felt her ring slowly opening…

Pop. Piggy squealed loudly as the last few inches were buried inside her slippery, slutty hole. I was balls deep in my little piggy. I loved it. She loved it.

I took ahold of a hank of her hair and yanked her backwards, pulling her back in time as I began to thrust, slapping my legs against her muddy arse. The sound of leather on legs slapped, slap slap slap. Her arse slurped and squelched, squish squish squish. Piggy squealed, I smiled.

Before she was able to climax, I quickly withdrew - leaving her high and dry. She looked over her shoulder, looking disappointed and dismayed. She oinked in protest at me.

“Shut up piggy.” I said, shaking my head. “We’re going to feed you something bigger now.”

I saw her eyes widen with excitement. “But first; clean this.” I pointed the dildo in her face, pushing it against her face.

Per my orders, piggy was not allowed to douche out before our farm fun sessions. She was generally clean anyway, but in her excitement this time, she had let slip a little streak of shit - which slid down the dildo from the tip to the balls. I saw her looking at it nervously.

I leant forward and removed her ball gag. “Do as you’re told, piggy.” I commanded.

Piggy closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. I gently inserted the slippery, shitty stick and she began to suckle. She slurped and sucked, licked and swallowed as she cleaned up her mess. I could see a twinge of disgust on her face, but I didn’t care. She wanted to act like a piggy, I was going to treat her like one. Once she had been sucking my cock for a good 5 minutes, I allowed her to stop.

“Now.” I said, “Wallow, while I get ready for our next event.”

Piggy did as I had told her, rolling around in the mud again, reapplying another coat as her first coat had begun to dry in the outside heat. As she wallowed around, covering herself with slop, I removed my leather gloves and replaced them with thick, elbow-length latex fisting gloves. I shoved my whole hand into the tub of lard, coating it with a thick layer of white.

“Come here piggy.” I called, holding my hand in a primed position.

Piggy turned, a broad smile spreading from ear to ear as she saw my slippery fist. She scurried across to me, squelching through the mud on her hands and knees and quickly assumed the position - on all fours, head down, arse up.

There was little resistance due to our earlier play, and piggy’s huge, hungry hole quickly swallowed up my hand, reaching the knuckles before there was any tightness. I thrust in and out, twisting and tensing the tendons in my hand alternately.

“Permission to speak.” I told her. She knew that when I said this, she was momentarily free of her pig-speak. She also knew the kinds of things I wanted to hear.

“I’m a little piggy.” she mumbled, “I… I have a filthy pig hole. I want it to gape. I want it to flap loose all week… I want to not be able to fart without filling my pants with lard. I want all my shit to just fall out of my wrecked mess of a hole!”

“Very good piggy.” I agreed, groping her muddy arse cheeks roughly, nipping folds of fat flesh between my fingertips. She squealed as I did so.

I withdrew my fist… and quickly rammed it back in. In and out, in and out I shoved myself, forcing my way through the friction (despite the slipperiness of the lard) to punch piggy’s inner ring. She had gone past the point of squealing like a happy piglet and was screaming like a sow in a slaughterhouse.

Her anus farted and squelched in protest, dribbles of lard, shit, cum and ass juices pouring down my wrist. I twisted my arm in and out of her, like coring out a piggy pineapple and she tried in desperation to wriggle away from me.

But it’s not easy to run away from anal annihilation when you’re on all fours in five-inch mud - you’re being held by your rosebud by your master and secretly, you fucking love being treated like the filthy pig slut that you are - and so her attempts were futile.

Piggy suddenly let out an ear-splitting shriek as her shorts were filled to the brim with cum. Her pussy gushed copious amounts of squirt, which quickly filled the waterproof pants, which were so tight, they didn’t allow any leakage around the thighs. Her arse gave its final protest and violently forced me out, along with a huge handful of shit - which had been mashed to oblivion and back by my fist. Piggy collapsed onto her face, panting and sobbing, grunting and whimpering.

But I wasn’t finished yet.

“Piggy.” I demanded. “Look what you’ve done.” I gestured at my handful of sloppy shit. Piggy lowered her head in shame, her cheeks flushing. I knew she was quite meticulous about cleaning herself before any anal play - and to shit during sex for her was like a guy ejactulating prematurely.

But this was my farm, my rules - and my piggy was going to abide by them. “Look at me.” I demanded.

Piggy did as she was told, closing her eyes. She knew me well. I tutted in disgust and began to smear her chest, face and hair with the mess she’d made. It was hard to tell what was mud and what was shit - but it felt appropriate to cover my filthy little pig with her own mess.

Piggy sat completely still, snivelling and snorting as the shit slowly dried to her. I tutted again and took off the shitty gloves and cleaned my hands.

As I had been fisting her, I had felt a feeling in my own guts. …I had to shit, and I was going to punish my piggy.

I undid my dungarees and bared my arse to the world. Piggy looked up in surprise and her face quickly brightened. If there was one thing piggy liked more than having her hole destroyed, it was servicing mine. She loved to eat arse - rimjobs for her were like delicious desserts, enjoyed only after the most special of meals. She was good at them too - being so in tune with her own anus, she knew what felt good - she would suck, slurp, lick and nibble on my ring - and she especially enjoyed forcing her tongue up into my tight hole and fucking me with her mouth.

“You’re a good piggy.” I said, laying her down flat on her back and squatting over her face. “Time for desserts; and you can eat as much as you like.”

Piggy snorted with glee and began devouring my anus. She slurped with reckless abandon, circling my hole with her wet tongue. She kissed and sucked on my ring, groaning deep in her throat with immense pleasure. She seemed to have forgotten she was naked in a pig pen, covered with her own shit - she was in absolute heaven as she ate out my arse.

I trembled with pleasure; trying to hold back the torrent of turd I could feel pressing against my rectum. I was going to let piggy unleash it for me. It would be a lovely surprise for her. I allowed myself to sigh and moan softly - which only got her more worked up.

She put a hand on each of my arse cheeks and spread them - pulling my tight hole apart slightly. I involuntarily clenched and relaxed as she flicked her tongue against my pucker. I could hear squelching, snorting and deep moans of pleasure coming from between my arse cheeks as she continued to eat my arse.

And then she tensed her tongue into a solid shape and pressed against me. She pulled her lips back and forced her way through my ring and inside my arsehole.

I gasped, feeling the tidal wave rushing and gushing out of me. Piggy gasped too - then she gurgled and gagged as her open mouth was filled to the brim with a cascade of semi-solid shit. Her mouth overflowed and her face, which was still pressed into my arse cheeks was instantly covered too.

The torrent continued for another 20 seconds or so, as Piggy continued to groan and gag - her tongue, which was enjoying itself so much only a second ago was now wilting with disgust under the thick sludge that filled her mouth from lips to tonsils. Her forehead, cheeks, chin, neck and shoulders were also covered with the runny dregs that had bubbled up out of her mouth and burst over the rest of her body.

I quickly stood up, allowing Piggy time to roll onto her side and cough, splattering the ground with a mixture of shit, saliva and tears. She was down on all fours again - retching and choking on my surprise delivery she certainly hadn’t been expecting.

I laughed at her, cleaning myself off with a nearby towel and pulling my clothes back on. I was filthy myself, my legs caked with mud, cum and other sex juices - but I was off to the farmhouse to clean up. She was going to spend the night naked in the pig pen - and I wasn’t letting her get cleaned up until the morning. After all, she wants to act like a piggy, I’m going to treat her like one.

“See you in the morning piggy.” I said with a smile. She looked back at me, her eyes brimming with tears. Her face was a mixture of disappointment, disgust and dismay - but I knew that deep down she was also feeling excitement and delicious sexual satisfaction as her perverted piggy fantasies had been fulfilled.

She let out a single snort; telling me goodnight, and thank you. I left her behind in the pig pen, locking the gate behind me.