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The music thrummed through her body, a pumping, pulse-pounding delight.
Sidney swung her hips with it, head rocking back and forth with gleeful abandon. Her body was tingling, the alcohol giving her just enough of a buzz without making her feel slow – for now at least, though she made no promises to herself.
Her date for the night grinned, sauntering in closer and letting one hand slide over the skin of Sidney’s exposed midriff. Here in the middle of the floor both of them could feel the thin film of sweat, the exertion and excitement of the night.
Blue eyes took her body in hungrily, and Sidney couldn’t help but let out a nervous giggle. She was only in town for a few weeks, part business, part holiday, so she’d never had a fling like this before, but the way this Gemma had approached her, long blonde hair lusciously styled and so much skin on display it felt like she’d have been arrested back home, it had made her feel wanted in such a sensually animalistic way.
With the work half of her trip concluded she was in the mood to cut loose, and with a girl as eager as this one it was hard not to want to just see where things lead.
As if she was reading her mind, Gemma leaned closer, her bare skin pressing against Sidney’s. The tiny, ripped tank top that would barely pass muster as a bra let alone a top looked like it developed another tear as the ravenously sapphic Gemma pressed her breasts into Sidney’s. A glance of her blue eyes down at them said she was enjoying the contact.
The way she looked as her eyes flicked back up, meeting Sidney’s brown ones with an appetite, said that she wouldn’t be content to remain in this club much longer. She bit her lip as if to punctuate the moment, before she leaned in.
Heart like a jackhammer, Sidney happily let herself be swept up in the moment, drifting forward in a mirror of Gemma’s actions until their lips met.
At the contact her partner came alive, arms suddenly wrapping around the smaller girl with a possessiveness that made it clear to everyone else on the floor she was taking this one for herself. Sidney, letting herself slip away into the increasingly carnal desires enveloping them entwined herself in Gemma’s body, arms coiling around exposed waist, glorying in the skin, in the charge like static that buzzed between them.
Sidney didn’t much believe in love, but she believed in having a good time, and finding people to have good times with. Gemma was that in spades, a hot young thing she’d only known for a few hours and was already confident she’d get to know much more intimately over the next week. Whatever happened after that wasn’t important – this was a chance to do stupid things now and never see people again. If they shared a genuine connection maybe they’d wind up keeping in touch.
As hips began to grind into hers and the embrace became more urgent, what mattered right now to her was how the rest of the night would play out.
Gemma’s tongue pushed into her mouth, a taste like sherbert on it as she did so, one of her hands slithering up her back to grab at her neck, pulling them together so that the kiss could go on.
There was no risk of Sidney pulling away though, tongue delighting in the fizzy taste of the kiss. Her eyes opened slightly, and she found Gemma’s staring into her with an intensity that was nearly frightening.
It felt like a long time before the kiss was broken, the two girls leaning back and giving themselves a chance to breathe again.
“W-what was that on your tongue?” Sidney wondered, licking her teeth.
Gemma giggled, squeezing at the exposed skin of Sidney’s waist and licking her lips. “I might have had some fun stuff earlier tonight. Guess you could taste it, huh?”
A consideration flashed across Sidney’s mind – that this girl might be wilder than she had thought, maybe even too wild for her – but it was dismissed as Gemma looked her up and down again and bit her lip. The way she looked when she did that was just so… overwhelmingly sexy.
If she ended up being too wild for Sidney to keep up with it wasn’t a big deal anyway, they’d just part ways and Sidney would spend her days occasionally thinking back and wondering what Gemma was up to.
“I kinda wanna take you home,” the young woman said, tone husky and eager.
Wiggling her hips into Sidney’s, she waited for an answer, holding that intense, hungry stare that said everything about what would happen once they got in the door.
If ever there was a time to indulge in being somewhere totally different, it was now, Sidney thought. “Take me home, then,” the young redhead said with a wink.
Gemma licked her lips, leaning in and indulging in another long, passionate kiss. She still tasted like sherbert the second time, and Sidney had a feeling she’d forever associate the flavour with this stunning young sex bunny.
They made their way across the floor, Gemma weaving in and out of the dancers and patrons of the club with practiced expertise, Sidney following close behind.
“Oh,” Gemma said, sounding for the first time all night like she was disappointed.
Blinking, the redhead looked at her in confusion. “Huh? What’s wrong?” she asked, worried that somehow it was her fault.
Shaking her head, Gemma adjusted course. “Let’s slip out the back, some people we don’t need to bump into just wandered in,” she explained, making her way towards a door at the back of the club that looked like it wasn’t for patrons.
Craning her head towards the entrance, Sidney tried to get a glimpse of the people Gemma had been talking about, but the blonde was practically swimming through the crowd she was so used to this scene, and it was all Sidney could do not to be left behind.
The door opened into a dimly lit hallway, the sounds of the club thrumming through the walls, only slightly louder than some of the other sounds making it through. Several doors lined the walls. Wherever they lead, the people on the other side were quite enthusiastically voicing their delight for the activities going on within.
Slowing, Gemma stretched once the door behind them closed. “Out this way,” she said, tilting her head as one particularly pleased woman let out a loud, shuddering moan. “Someone’s getting it…”
Sidney was so far out of her element. She’d always considered herself a little bit kinky by the standards of her boring office job life, but this place was a whole other world compared to the strait-laced town she’d grown up and lived in for the past two decades.
It was exciting, and a little scary, but Gemma’s hand slipped into hers and she felt herself pulled along, a passenger in her own fate for now as her body continued to tingle.
In fact it was feeling hard to do much anything that Gemma hadn’t suggested. Not just a sense of tickling, Sidney was beginning to feel a bit like that sweet taste was just lingering on her tongue even now. Everything was beginning to hit her senses with extra weight, like she was supercharged.
This couldn’t just be the alcohol, had Gemma still had enough on her tongue that it was beginning to affect Sidney? It wasn’t an unpleasant buzz, everything just felt strangely heightened.
The glare of a fire exit sign appeared around a corner, their way out in sight. Gemma lead her down the hall, mind at a pleasant simmer and not feeling up to doing anything but following along behind her, but at the last moment her date paused, tilting to look at one of the doors.
“Hey… maybe instead of going home…” she said, a cheeky grin on her face.
That felt like a good idea, Sidney mused. Going home would be a long trip. She’d probably end up spacing out or passing out or getting lost as she was now. If Gemma thought this was a better idea it probably was. Not like Sidney trusted her own brain to make the decisions right now, it felt like it was melting in cotton candy.
Instead she simply smiled as she was pulled into a side room, the door closing behind them. It clicked as Gemma locked it, and for a moment Sidney registered the sound as one of danger, but then those lips were on hers again and Gemma was being even more eager.
The room was dark, and she hadn’t really had time to take it in, but those lips pressed into hers with such hunger, and suddenly the tongue was in her mouth again too with that tingling pleasantness even stronger now, and hands were roaming over her, tugging at parts of her clothes.
“You want it, right?” she heard, a breathless question with only one answer.
“Yeahhhhh.”
The hands pawed at her with more intensity, her pants being teased down lower, insistently pushing them out of the way so that they could enjoy themselves even more.
Sidney leaned back, her hands moving down to help. Her mind was sizzling, eyes barely able to make out details of the dark room they were in. Stumbling backwards she found what seemed to be a bed. In the corner there were a couple of large objects that looked like travel luggage.
There wasn’t time to take the whole room in though. Gemma had stripped her own top off, the dim light framing the curve of her breasts, leaving an agonising amount to the imagination.
Another tug at her pants, and Sidney moved to obey, giggling as she stared. While hers were by no means tiny she’d always loved the sight of a juicy set of tits, and Gemma’s looked like they’d be perfect for suffocating between.
The pants slid down, and Gemma made sure that her panties slid down in hot pursuit. It felt dangerous being like this somewhere so unfamiliar. Exotic, a little taboo.
Her partner was already working to get her tight little shorts out of the way too though, and Sidney hastened to meet her in true nakedness, slipping her top off and then working at her bra.
They stood in front of each other, the darkness of the room leaving much of each other obscured but for tantalising outlines and curves. Sidney found herself wishing they had turned a light on, but the work it would take to locate and accomplish that seemed gargantuan when faced with the option to simply gravitate back towards her date and let her other senses fill in the blanks.
Gemma clearly approved, arms pulling the young woman close and another passionate, fizzy kiss filling Sidney’s brain with sherbert and happy thoughts.
“Mmm, that red hair,” Gemma purred when they broke apart. “Exactly what he wanted.”
Too busy bubbling with pleasure at the way their bodies were melting into each other, her hips beginning to lightly saw, Sidney barely registered the sentence. “Hmmm?” she mumbled, leaning close as if asking for another kiss.
Something brushed her hair. An animal part of her brain flashed awake, but as it attempted to activate a fight or flight response it found itself mired in sugary dullness. Something like a bulky set of glasses had suddenly slipped over her, or perhaps more like some kind of headset.
“You’re gonna feel amazing,” Gemma said, though now even the dim light of the room was gone, just black within the headset. “Just watch.”
Fear began to rise in her, but it felt muted. Consciously Sidney knew she should have been flying into a panic over this, but it was distant, a glimpse on the horizon of a feeling that should have been pounding in her ears. There was a sluggish, eager desire to simply obey what Gemma told her in its place, one her mind knew shouldn’t be so compelling yet which she couldn’t help drifting towards anyway.
“Well done, sow,” came a man’s voice, and suddenly another pair of hands was on her.
“Oink! Thank you, Sir,” was Gemma’s eager reply, a new quality in her voice Sidney hadn’t heard before now. Deference.
Puzzling over that would have to wait though. Suddenly the headset flashed to life and Sidney found her eyes assaulted by blasting colours, images and lights in sequence that made no sense. If there was a purpose to this it seemed to be to simply overwhelm her eyes, the darkness and drugs in her system having ensured her pupils were completely dilated.
By the time some part of her managed to construct the thought that she should close her eyes she found them slack and staring as the signals continued to bombard her retinas.
Somewhere far away her sense of touch informed her of a hand on her back. Of the sensation of being turned and pushed forward. Of her hands propping her front half up on the bed, and the feeling someone else was on the bed too.
“She’s already under. How much did you give her?” came the man’s voice from behind her.
“The usual amount. She’s just a lightweight. Hehehe, she was so cute, I think I was her unicorn.”
Gemma was talking differently now. There was the same breathless enthusiasm, but it had a new quality. No longer was it an enthusiasm for making the night her own, for indulging, now there was a distinct tone Sidney had heard before.
It reminded her of teacher’s pets in high school, she realised, brain helping only in the most useless ways it could as she felt her body manipulated, all conscious thought suppressed under a barrage of lights that she couldn’t look away from.
Gemma was eager to please this man. Not just eager, she was utterly devoted.
Her knees were on the mattress now too, vaguely aware of her position in doggy style, totally naked save for the weird headset. A hand was rubbing over the skin of her thighs, then up to her ass where she received an appraising squeeze.
Treating her like meat. Like game they’d caught.
Then again, it seemed they had.
Of course they had. She was just an animal blissfully unaware of her true self. They were here to fix that. To bring her home – not the home she’d known, her true home for her true self.
No… what? Where had that thought come from?
“Aren’t the lights preeeettyyyy?” Gemma’s voice was close, and before Sidney could say anything the lips were back, the fizzy tongue in her mouth promising more happy as long as she didn’t think too hard about it.
This girl was dangerous. It was too late to tell herself that though, Sidney thought from a detached position in her own mind. She was already caught in the trap.
Besides, it was true. The lights were pretty. She liked looking at them. They told her she did, and why wouldn’t that be true?
Gemma’s tongue tasted so nice as well. And the hands squeezing her tits were nice too. A bit rough, but that was okay. She wasn’t allowed to complain so she wouldn’t.
“Hmm, could have picked one with bigger udders,” the man said, reviewing Gemma’s performance based on the girl she’d brought him.
The kiss broke. “Her hair’s just the shade you like though, Sir. Natural too, no dye-job,” she offered in her defence.
The man’s hands slid back down the length of Sidney’s body, tracing over the outline of her hips and lingering to enjoy their width before one continued around, under her rear and trailing in…
“Can always make them bigger, I suppose,” he said, seemingly unconcerned.
Sidney squeaked as she felt fingers brush against the lips of her pussy, and found herself becoming aware of just how soaked through she was after everything Gemma had done to work her up.
‘Sir’ seemed to have been checking for just such a reason, fingers probing around her entrance and then slowly pressing in, testing to see how well her body reacted.
There were a number of thoughts about what was happening she wanted to have. An utter denial, a rejection of all of it, yet it never blossomed into action, or even real consideration. The lights said she was happy. Her pussy felt good. Her pussy was hungry.
She squeezed the fingers penetrating her. Her tongue extended out of her mouth. “Gemmaaaaaa,” she moaned, eager for more of that fizzy taste that made her fear response shut up.
The fingers retreated, satisfied that she was worked up as she should be, and Sidney gasped. The lights said she was hungry down there, and now she was empty. Her new girlfriend’s tongue found hers though, and everything was right in the world as her addled brain was pushed into self-destruction.
The taste was much stronger now. Gemma had probably put another tab of whatever it was on her tongue before returning to making out with Sidney. That was okay, it felt divine.
Something brushed against her pussy, and in a distant animal way Sidney understood what it was. “Ohh, buhn- but I dowwwn’t… I dunlike mmmnn… boys…” she mumbled into Gemma’s mouth, as though she could ask for a change to the situation.
“Then why do you have a pussy?” came the man’s voice behind her.
The answer came a moment later, and Sidney simply groaned as a cock pressed into her for the first time since she’d experimented as a teenager. She’d decided back then she preferred girls for a variety of reasons, but there was no denying the physical pleasure of being filled.
Sidney simply groaned, the closest she could get to acknowledging a certain correctness in feeling a cock sliding inside her.
The lights felt like they were forcing themselves into her, concepts and flashes that broke through the barriers of her mind and began painting it in new colours. New desires.
“Your body doesn’t seem to mind boys,” he continued, pressing into her harder. Sidney’s whole body felt like it was experiencing the fizziness on Gemma’s tongue now. “Maybe the truth was your mind was just getting in the way of things.”
Yes, the light agreed with that. There were fundamental truths about herself that her conscious mind had buried, covered up under all sorts of things to deny it.
Finally all of that was being stripped away.
Small wonder if felt so good then. He pushed in deeper, and Sidney groaned, her body not used to being penetrated this deep. The way she was drooling on him made it easy though, body welcoming him eagerly into her deepest depths.
“Deep down, once you strip away all the superficial elements, there’s something true about everyone,” the man continued, his hips beginning to pump into Sidney now as he got comfortable violating her.
He was reinforcing what the light was informing her. Or the other way around. It didn’t feel like it had a beginning and an end anymore, Sidney was caught in a spiral of carnality, mind submerged in a sea of lights and sensations that both told her the same thing, the thing she’d tried to deny every day of her life since she could talk.
Sidney was just an animal. Well-formed meat running on biological impulses with all sorts of delusions on top to deny these basic truths and try to escape the knowledge that it was all she was.
She wanted a career. She wanted hobbies. She wanted a circle of friends. She wanted to watch good television, eat or even cook great food, and see amazing sights.
Lies, the light told her. The man said the same thing. Under her breath Sidney had begun to repeat it as Gemma kissed over her neck and climbed underneath her to begin kissing the sensitive nubs of her nipples.
The truth was mundane, though. Base in a way society had told her was wrong. It took something like this to strip away the facsimile.
She wanted food, shelter, and to reproduce. It thrummed through her, and the animal that used to call itself Sidney moaned as she felt herself stripped back to those truths, felt her traitorous liar of a mind scoured under the blissful lights of her transformation.
“You’ll come home with me,” her mate told her. “I’ll offer you everything you want.”
He punctuated the statement with a particularly strong thrust, and Sidney growled, squeezing him with her pussy in delight. If she was going to reproduce she needed a nice thick cock like this one to fill her up. Her needs were being met with him, then.
“I’ll feed you.”
He thrust again, and Gemma’s mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking at it as her tongue began to flick the nub within her mouth. Sidney thrashed at the assault, tongue extending out. He’d feed her. Yes, she didn’t need great food. She didn’t need to cook. He could offer her a trough filled with slop and she could bury her head in it. It just needed to be sustenance. Feed.
“I’ll shelter you.”
Another thrust, this time followed by a sharp spank that sent a jolt up through the girl’s spine. Shelter was a roof. Somewhere she would be kept safe. A squalid hole would suffice, really. As long as it kept her out of the rain and kept the predators away. A pillow under a desk, a ragged barn, a pit shared with others like her. A pigsty.
“I’ll breed you.”
This one came with a particularly strong thrust, both hands gripping her hips, and the girl understood what was coming with this one. The biological impulses within her, the instincts as a female she’d denied ever since they’d matured and her body had told her it was ready. Ready to bear young. Ready to fulfil her purpose. Ready to reproduce. Breed.
“But you have to show me you know what you truly are,” he told her, leaning over her as he thrust harder, faster. His breathing was becoming shallower, one hand reaching down to play with the teat Gemma wasn’t working over with her mouth.
Of course, this one was easy. Gemma had showed her already, and everything else had only reinforced it. The lights were still going, but her mind felt like it had been fixed already. All the foolish barriers and veils deconstructed, the identity she’d once claimed as her own as if it wasn’t just some construct put over the top of her true self.
“Oink! Oink! Oink! Please Sir, I’ve gone so long without making babies! Without having my needs truly met! I don’t wanna be this stupid girl anymore!”
The twitching inside her told her she’d said the right things, Sir’s thrusts speeding up and becoming frenzied as the excitement of claiming another brought him over the edge.
“I’ll relieve you of that burden then and let you be your true self, pig,” he told her, and the statement alone was enough after all of the conditioning that had flowed through her.
The pig began to cum, squealing and oinking with delight as she forgot her own name, pussy squeezing with giddy eagerness as she felt the cock buried deep inside her begin to erupt, fulfilling the utterly sacred promise of impregnating her.
It was boiling, a molten pleasure flowing into her with primordial satisfaction as she felt her body drink deep. Her new owner grunted above her, hips still working as another spurt painted the walls of her insides, another glob of that desire sending another juddering wave through her body as she rocked in place, moaning and squealing as her teats were toyed with by the pig beneath her whose name probably wasn’t Gemma in truth.
Now the lights dancing in her eyes weren’t those of the headset, her vision instead flickering as she continued to spasm and shudder, pussy gleefully suckling at the gift her former identity had been too foolish to seek under her own power.
Groaning, body burning with the glow of post-orgasm bliss, she finally felt the headset pulled off her, but the things the lights had showed her remained there in her mind all the same. The things she wanted. The needs she housed. Her base, instinctive nature no longer hidden.
When her new owner finally slid out of her, the pig who’d wrongly thought of herself as a girl named ‘Sidney’ collapsed forward slowly, finding herself pressed down into the soft, inviting skin of the other pig who’d lured here in here.
She mewled with delight when that pig’s tongue began to lick at her twitching pussy, the cum that her body couldn’t drink in enough slowly starting to trickle back out of her. Feed for pigs and seed for making piglets, she thought with a giddy thrill.
The pig nuzzled in between the other sow’s legs, fuckdrunk and swimming in liberated bliss. It seemed only right to reciprocate, even if this sow didn’t currently have yummy spunk drooling out of her. The sweet nectar of female arousal was more than enough, though, and she quickly found herself lost in the haze of sexual pleasure as they tasted each other.
Somewhere in the mess of it all a thick collar was fastened around her neck, but that just seemed like an obvious thing to do now that she was a brainless sow. Sir didn’t interrupt them, letting the two eat each other out with little more than a satisfied grin.
Stepping away into the darkness he returned with one of the luggage cases, turning it on its side and opening it. A tug on the leash once both pigs began to slow down brought the newest out of her reverie, and she climbed up off ‘Gemma’, eyes still not really adjusted to the dim light of this beast’s den.
“Get in,” her owner said, and the one-time ‘Sidney’ obeyed, climbing down off the bed and stepping into the suitcase. Both he and the other girl helped sit her down, turning her on her side so that she could huddle in there like she was simply goods for transport.
Another headset was fitted over her, this one with headphones that began to pump sensual moans and lurid sentences into her as rather than a bombardment of lights she was subjected to a preview of her new home.
Images of women in varying stages of pregnancy, all of them with overdeveloped udders, crawled through what looked like a barn. Their eyes were dull and glassy, but all of them looked content. That made the pig’s pussy tingle. It looked like a happy place for animals like her.
Feeding troughs were set out, and they buried their heads in them. Some fitted different headsets over themselves, jaws going slack as they lost themselves in the images that were being seared into their broken minds. One shot lingered on a particular female, a raven-haired thing with the body of a fertility idol, as she began to moan and mewl in utter frenzy, spreading her legs wide as her mind was fried by whatever experience the headset was providing.
Her juices began to spray from her body, squirting in utter oblivion as she came without even touching herself, devolving into sounds that would make an animal blush as she continued to cum so hard it looked like she was going to induce.
The case closed, snaps and zips heard from outside as she was sealed in, but the pig was gone already, lost in the bliss of learning all about her new home, her new place in the world. Paradise was real after all, she simply needed to shed the lies she’d always told about herself to understand and appreciate it.
“Clean me up, then,” she heard from her owner. The case seemed to have small airholes, ensuring she’d have a steady supply of air while they travelled out into the countryside to the remote garden of Eden she was destined for.
It also meant she could hear the wet sounds of the other sow sloppily cleaning Sir’s cock. “Good girl,” he said eventually, a giggle of joy from the meat he’d used to clean himself off.
“You’re not done yet, though. We’ve still got one more case before it’s time to go home, and if you want another piglet in that cunt you’d better be listening when I tell you what to get next.”
“Yes, Sir!” the sow said eagerly, whatever intelligence she’d managed to feign buried under layer after layer of warped devotion.
“Find me a nice thick thing. Stacked, soft… plush, even. A girl who looks like she could feed plenty. We clear? If you do well with this one I’ll knock you up before we get home.”
Inside her carry case the newest sow quivered, drowning in the sights and imagined smells of the farm she had become a part of. The routine fuckings and birthings, the regular testings of twisted, experimental tech and drugs to warp them into better cumdumps. Sometimes, she learned, there were even people who came out to buy pigs for their own farms.
One such buyer was familiar. The primordial soup that was her brain managed to connect the two dots after some effort.
An authority figure from the life she’d just left. The one who had sent her on this trip. Her boss.
The realisation just made her smile. It reinforced that basic truth she no longer hid from: she had always been cattle, being led by the nose into her fate.
She couldn’t wait to see him again. She wasn’t useful for much, but she knew exactly how to thank him.