SMACK Brad was jarred back awake. The women of the house still stood in front of him, but the frame he was tied to had been tilted forward, forcing him to bend forward at the waist now, his knees still below him; his ass vulnerable and exposed. It was hard to look up at them with the board behind his head.

SMACK Brilliant searing pain across his ass-cheeks as Sir brought a wooden paddle down across his rear with all her might. ‘eeeEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!’ he shrieked into the gag, actually sounding like a squealing piggy now. Titters and sneers from the Zeta girls watching, his cock swelling to full size at the sound of their ridicule. She was spanking him, he realized, horrified. She was spanking him in the Zeta common room, in front of the whole house with a wooden paddle bearing the Zeta logo.

“So that’s how the hinges work.” Sir continued her lecture, in her matter-of-fact, academic tone, “This position is how you’ll want to ass-fuck him with the strap-ons I showed you. Probably keep to the small-sizes tonight I can see he’s a virgin from here. Remember, the red button is for his vibrator, and the blue button is for yours”, Sir rested the paddle against his neck, “So I think that about covers it. We have personals starting now, 30 minutes each ladies, everyone should know their order, if you don’t, come find me. The common room opens back up at 9am, and closes again for personals at 10PM. Hey, have fun everyone!”

Clapping from the crowd of co-eds as the common room emptied. Sir pulled a pin at the center of the frame and yanked him painfully upright again, locking the frame back in place, she studied him bemusedly for a moment before kneeling down in front of him, grabbing him roughly by the shaft of his unwanted hard-on. He gasped sharply around the gag at her grip, meeting her eyes reluctantly.

“It turns you on because you like it Bradly; it’s really that simple. There’s nothing wrong with you. You want to be Zeta’s piggy, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s natural — the way things should be. You were made to be ours. Your body knows it, and we know it too.” He broke her gaze, looking away ashamed. It wasn’t true. It was too much.

His cock throbbed in wanton disagreement.

“Look at me piggy” she commanded, raising the back of her hand. Wincing, he obeyed, tears welling up in his eyes. No escape — nowhere to hide. “It’s OK” she assured him. “You want to beg and grovel, to humiliate yourself. You know you do. You can feel it. You want to be molested and abused. You want to eagerly worship our cunts like a good piggy. Your body doesn’t lie like your mouth does.” he blinked at his own words being used against him. She gave him a little squeeze, and he moaned softly, biting into the ball-gag and pumping his hips into nothing; as if his own body wanted to betray him — wanted to prove her point. “There see? I can feel you throbbing in acquiescence. Your cock knows I’m telling the truth.” It couldn’t be true, and yet he also couldn’t deny how her domination made him feel. The maelstrom of carnal want thrashing through his loins. It felt so right.

“You’re a GOOD piggie. You’re just trapped inside a dimwitted frat boy. So we’re going to plug your lying mouth, and set you free; give you what you need.” Brad shook his head as if begging her not to. “Aww it’s OK, don’t worry,” she lovingly stroked his cheek, giving him another squeeze, grinning at his impotent, involuntary hip-thrust, “by tomorrow, your mind will catch up with your body, and you’ll be whole. No longer part Bradly, part piggy, no longer confused about who you are. You’ll be all piggy. Free! Wont that be wonderful? You’ll finally be free to grovel and squeal and serve us, just like you were meant to!”

“Like a good piggy should” Sir stood, making to leave

“MMMMMHHPPPHHHH” he screamed into the ball-gag helplessly. Shaking his head desperately. Sir back-handed him violently across the cheek for the fourth time.

“URHMP” he recoiled from the stinging blow, cowering away from her pathetically, a tear escaping the corner of his eye.

“Mmmmm” sir purred, smiling down at him. “I love it when they cry.”, she turned toward the stairs, and Brad saw the one girl remaining. The first Zeta girl to own him for the evening. It was the meek little asian freshman. Brad sighed; relief washing over him like a wave, he couldn’t believe his luck. They were going to leave him alone with her. Sir paused next to her, placing a supportive hand lightly on her shoulder, whispering something in her ear, and then continued up the stairs. “See you in a few hours piggy. When my sisters are done with you, you’re mine for the night.” She didn’t look back.

The freshman stood there for a moment, looking more like a high schooler than a sorority girl, a copy of Vogue magazine in her hands. She nervously rolled it up and unrolled it, as she studied him curiously. “mph. mph” he whined pathetically for her to remove the gag. Pensively she approached him, slowly loosening the strap. He spit it out as he felt it slacken, but she hadn’t gotten it entirely unbuckled so it merely dropped around his neck with this collar.

“Thank god it’s you. Look, I know. You’re not like the others..”

FWAP the girl smacked him hard across the bridge of his nose with the tightly rolled-up magazine. “BAD PIGGY!” she scolded in her silly high-pitched voice “There is no ‘I‘ there is only your piggy” she corrected him softly.

“Ok OK sorry. It’s just… you’re not like the others. If you cut me free…”

FWAP the girl smacked him again, harder this time, right across the bridge of his nose again just exactly the way you might train a dog. Brilliant sparks exploded into his vision; the cartilage inside his nose crunched audibly. “bwAH!” he involuntarily yelped in surprise, as blood began to drip out of his nose.

“BAD PIGGY!” she scolded again “There is no ‘me‘, there is only your piggy. Now try again, and say it properly this time”

Brad’s cock twitched and throbbed, at the thought of this ugly, prepubescent-looking nerd, flogging him into submission with a Vogue motherfucking magazine. It was making him horny as hell. Why was it such a turn on?! Fuck he wanted to get off. He ground his hips into nothing frustrated and denied. He’d never wanted to get off so bad.

“If you, um, if you cut your piggy out of this?” Brad attempted, lust boiling inside him as he allowed himself to be trained by the little nerdy asian girl.

“That’s a good piggy” she cooed, bending at the waist like an anime cartoon and patting him on the head gently. “Now I’m going to fuck your mouth” she smiled happily, proudly producing a sex toy he’d never seen before, but whose purpose was immediately apparent. Two dildo’s back to back with a mouthpiece in the middle where they met. One end was obviously intended for his throat and the other for her cunt, the mouthpiece had a head-strap attached to it like the ball-gag. Rendered speechless at the sight, he watched in horror as the nerdy asian co-ed spat delicately on the end intended for his throat. Lubricating it for him.

“Wait! Just. Just gimmie a GLICK” Brad gagged as the girl happily worked the spit-tipped dildo into his surprised throat; the same noise coming from his mouth that had come from so many of his coed victims over the last few years. It tasted like cabbage, garlic, and pocky, and felt like a broom-stick impaling his neck; already excruciatingly painful. Even as she secured the strap around the back of his head, it was tweaking this way and that, triggering his gag reflex and wrenching and ripping at the tender flesh of his esophagus. The very idea of someone fucking the other end was unthinkable. He tried to moan angrily in protest but found that the contractions necessary to vocalize were also unbearably painful. He would be made to suffer silently while she fucked his face he realized. He wouldn’t even be able to moan like a bitch.

Brad had always loved the pathetic moans of the girls whose mouths he fucked. Now, silenced by the cock in his own throat, he couldn’t help but wonder how they had managed to make so much noise as he’d thrust himself in to them? Had they been stronger somehow than he was? he wondered, knowing without a doubt, he would not be able to muster the strength to fight so much as a whimper past the horrifyingly painful dildo. He watched helplessly as the nerdy asian freshman who would soon own his mouth — who already owned his mouth — lifted her pleated skirt and slid her hello-kitty panties down around her too-skinny legs, stepping out of them nimbly. He was about to be face-fucked like a school-girl, by a school-girl.

“My name is Mistress Chin” she said conversationally, clipping something on to a d-ring on his collar. It had looked like a gold cross. “Oh. I guess I should have made you say it before I gagged you huh?” she mused, rubbing herself on her end of the toy, easing herself into the dildo protruding from his face, “well, I’m sure you’ll remember me wont you piggy?” she asked sliding forward luxuriously, biting her lower lip as she grabbed his hair, pulling herself sensuously forward until his nose was firmly entangled in her short-straight pubic hair. She gasped as she slid slowly toward him, as if settling into a hot bath. Tears poured from his eyes in pain as the dildo in his throat wrenched painfully upright in her tight grip.

“Won’t you piggie?” she prompted, raising an eyebrow. Sensing some sort of imminent punishment if he didn’t respond, he slowly, excruciatingly nodded his head. The image of being flogged with the magazine while the dildo impaled his gullet, willing him into obedience. The toy worked up and down slowly inside both of them as he painfully nodded his assent. Yes, Mistress Chin, he nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks. He would remember. She shuddered, “Good piggy. Now try to relax. If you relax it wont hurt as bad” she smiled happily. Grateful for the advice, and hopeful that she’d take it easy on him, he tried to relax his throat, crying openly now, and almost managed to relax before she thrust her hips brutally forward into his face, bouncing his head back off the 2×6 frame, and pounding the dildo deep into his throat for an instant and then rebounding it out far enough to give him back his vocal chords.

“BOOYA!” she shouted, giggling with the fingertips of one hand over her tiny mouth as his head bounced off the frame.

“REPPH” He screamed involuntarily in pain, a short pathetic moaning yelp briefly escaping before the dildo re-situated itself and reaped his voice again. The thrust split his lip between his teeth and the mouthpiece, and blood from his lip now mingled with the blood from his nose. So that was how they made so much noise he realized, sobbing silently. They hadn’t had a choice. It was agony extracted. Ripped out of them. Just like she would rip it out of him now. All those pathetic whimpering squeals he used to relish would in a few short moments erupt from his throat as she unceremoniously raped his face he realized. Brad closed his eyes, pulling his lips back to protect them and waiting helplessly in excruciating anticipation of her next thrust.

“No no. Open your pretty piggy eyes. Watch me claim your mouth” Mistress Chin whispered, straightening her glasses on her nose. He’d thought she was meek. He’d actually thought for sure he could talk her into setting him free. He marveled at his own naiveté now as he obediently met her predatory gaze, as she licked her lips hungrily and laced her hands wickedly together behind his head, catching several clumps of his hair painfully in the process. He squinted and convulsed in pain and nausea as she began pumping her hips into him; brutally fucking his mouth in quick effective thrusts. Bouncing his face off her groin and then quickly yanking him back into her with both hands laced behind his head. He tried not to vomit, blinking through his tears to hold her wicked gaze, and willed himself to relax his throat for her fucking.

She was the certainly the smallest, and probably also the physically weakest among them, and yet she was fucking his throat just as effectively as he had ever managed it himself. But, unlike him, she wouldn’t cum in 5 minutes and pass out drunk. She would ram her cock mercilessly down his throat for the next 28 minutes, cumming and cumming and cumming again. And she was only the first, he mused dreadfully as Mistress chin brutally pounded him.

5 minutes later, Brad was weeping pitifully as the pig-tailed, adolescent-looking, nerd, mercilessly continued to rip moans, squeals, and sloppy glrk-sounds from his throat. His chest coated in drool and cum, his nose leaking blood as his eyes leaked tears. He’d fought valiantly against the pain, but he now he wanted nothing so much as surrender. Fighting the pain just made him focus on it. He had to escape. To retreat. Even if it was within the confines of his own mind. Desperate for a respite from the pain, Brad began focusing on his own arousal instead — allowing himself to get off on Mistress Chin using his mouth. Embracing his previously unwanted arousal at the submissive sounds she forced from his throat. It helped; belaying the agony enough to make it manageable. His lust made it bearable. With that realization, Brad surrendered himself utterly to her; deciding right there that he would happily swallow her thrusts. He would become piggy. Eagerly obeying her every command. He would eagerly obey every command from any Zeta. He would say anything — do anything that any of them commanded. There was no shame.

Looking down at him, Mistress Chin smiled coldy, carefully producing a wad of spit and letting it fall into his eye-socket. His cock throbbed in response. Sir was right, he wanted this. He had always wanted this. He would allow himself to believe it. In fact, belief had nothing to do with it. It was true. He could feel the carnal elation frothing and churning within him. He was Zeta’s piggy. He Blinked up at her through the spit, finally able to relax his throat. Her throat. It was her throat. All of him belonged to her.

“Yeah. That’s right. huh. huh. You’re a good piggy aren’t you?” Mistress Chin panted at him sweetly, pushing her sweaty hair off her forehead, sensing the burgeoning acquiescence within him. Huffing with the force of her thrusting. “Do you still want me to cut you free or do you want me to make you cum instead? Do you want to be free to run away?”

Piggy shook his head as Mistress Chin lustily fucked his face, his willing throat wide-open for her; welcoming her abuse with his pretty pig-eyes. He didn’t want to be free. He wanted to be owned. Sir’s words echoed hauntingly in his head. He wanted to be molested and abused. Chin slowed to a stop, shuddering in orgasm for the third time. “Huuuuhhhhhh”, she moaned. He could feel her cunt twitching through the dildo in his raw, burning throat. Precum dripped and ooozed from his hard-on, and he took the liberty to bite his teeth down around the base of the dildo, working it up lovingly into his mistress. Rubbing circles he hoped would scrape her g-spot. His only desire to service her like a good piggy should.

“AH. AH. AH.” she shuddered, releasing the back of his head and lacing her hands into his hairline. “Mmmmm such a good piggy” she cooed, unlatching the strap from the back of his neck and sliding the dildo out of his throat.

“GRAAAK guh. Thhhhaank you Mistress Chin” he managed hoarsely as she flipped the dildo around. “Please make your piggy cu-GLICK” he choked as she forced the larger, cum-soaked end of the dildo back past his lips and down into his throat. The powdery latex taste of it flavored with his Mistress’s cunt. “Pffff” he exhaled sharply from his nose, the only noise he was capable of making with the massive tool lodged in his neck. His wide, yearning eyes watered with the pain and ecstasy of her renewed penetration, and searched hers eagerly as she began pumping anew.

“You’ll cum when you’re told bitch” she panted “Don’t ask me again” she warned coldly. Piggy wallowed in the pain and disappointment, grunting and glicking obediently as she used his mouth. It would be wonderful to come all over the floor at her touch, but it was somehow even better to plead and beg this ugly nerd — a girl he would never have even bothered to rape a few hours ago — for an orgasm only to be cooly denied while she viciously face-fucked him. She must have felt it too; the potency of her humiliating rebuff, because it didn’t take Mistress Chin long to begin climaxing for the fourth time.

Piggy zoned in and out mentally as Mistress chin fucked his mouth mercilessly for the next 20 minutes. He eagerly obeyed her every command, glicking and squealing as she bounced his head off the wooden frame, slapped him with the magazine and the back of her hand, wrenched his nipples violently, and spat in his face. His fear had left him, and his pain had almost but not entirely followed. He felt euphoric — free. It felt so good to be used by his mistress. Such a relief to serve in lust rather than to fight in pain. As Brad, she was a tormentor who hurt him and made him afraid, but as piggy she was a master who used him to bring herself pleasure. Piggy liked to bring pleasure to his masters, it made him feel warm; his own pain incidental. He happily brought her to orgasm several more times; the last, just as her geeky Kero-Kero-Keroppi wrist-watch began to beep.

“Lift me up piggy, lift me up with your face” she commanded urgently, leaning in to him on her tip-toes, her hands on his shoulders. He took her weight, biting down on the dildo and lifting with his chin and muscular neck. She began to convulse as her toes left the floor, his kneecaps slipping and grinding excruciatingly into the hardwood with his new burden. “MMMMMMMM FUCK! She sang, tilting her head back towards the ceiling with the force of her explosive orgasm. She came and came, open-handed smacking her pet’s forehead, her juice oozing across his face as she trembled and slapped him.

He gently eased her down as he felt her subside, and she quickly withdrew, pulling up her panties, unceremoniously splashing an ice cold sponge across his face and chest from a bucket laying nearby. She gave him a quick toweling off, teased his cock, stroking him playfully, and stood to retrieve her cell phone, which he hadn’t noticed sitting on a stool nearby. It was propped up and aiming at him. She’d recorded the whole thing, he blushed, the shame bringing him back from piggy to Brad. What was he becoming? What had he become? Wordlessly, she tied a pink bow around the dildo still strapped in his mouth, took a selfie with him and made for the stairs.

“See you later piggy” she waved happily, bouncing up the stairs. He heard her knock softly at a door, heard it open, a short exchange of giggles, and the light padding of bare feet on wood coming toward the landing. Brad started quivering in pain and fear.

His new owner approached.

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