Chapter 5: Part of the Herd
The days passed in a routine. Matt would come in and waken Ginny with her morning feed. He always sat with her as she ate, and as he did so he talked to her about the hormones and the cumulative effect they were having upon her physiology. He would get Ginny to play with her tits as she listened to him, always on her knees as he sat and spoke to her. He spoke slowly and with patience, as if all that he said were common knowledge, yet somehow she had never managed to figure it out. This at first had irritated her, but there was something cosy about their morning chats, and starting each day with a good massage of her tits, she realised how quickly they were swelling up.
Mixing with the other sows was like being back at school. There was a hierarchy where some were bullies and others friendly. Cliques formed and Ginny had to find her place within the hierarchy. Talking with the sows, Ginny quickly realised how heightened their libidos were. Sitting and chatting in the lounge with a sow, Ginny was shocked when the sow started to stroke herself as if this was normal behaviour.
"My God! What are you doing?"
"What?" The sow seemed genuinely surprised.
"How could you just start playing with yourself in front of me like that! I could never..."
"Hey... It's nothing special. It's nice. Go on, try it." She pulled at Ginny's arm dragging her reluctant fingers towards the sow's slit. Ginny tried to pull her hand away. She felt ashamed of putting her hand between the thighs of a sow, and she struggled to free herself, but the sow's grip was firm.
"Come on. It won't bite!" she giggled. Ginny found her slit already quite slippery as her finger tips were dragged along it.
"Go on, slip them inside." The sow spoke conspiratorially with her, but she was gripping her arm tightly so that Ginny couldn't withdraw. As her face burned, she found her fingers slipping gently into the soft folds of skin. Somehow the wetness she found there seemed to draw her deeper inside.
"Ahh yes..." the sow flexed her thighs apart and shoved her slit forward. The brazenness with which she displayed her arousal shocked Ginny more.
Yet as she heard the sow's breath come in little gasps and her hips humped over her fingers, Ginny seemed to lose control of herself. She forgot about how this must look and became absorbed in the giving of pleasure and, to her surprise, she found she took pleasure herself in working at this sow's slit. A reciprocal dampness was spreading between her own thighs encouraged perhaps by the aroma of the sow's arousal, perhaps by the slipperiness of her fingers that seemed unable to keep from being sucked deeper into this inviting crack, but perhaps too the dirtiness, the lewdness of this act appealed to something within her. Descending to playing with the sows and her visible excitement at becoming accepted as one of them was playing with her mind.
Ginny no longer realised that the sow was stopped holding her arm between her legs, she didn't seem to notice the other sows drawing closer. It was only when she suddenly felt fingers on her own slit she became aware once more of where she was. Somewhere in her head she heard the voice telling her to resist and pull away. Yet the pleasure her body currently craved forbade her from responding to that urge. She parted her legs to open herself more to the probing of the anonymous sow behind her. Suddenly she felt the pressure of a hand pushing at her head, drawing it inexorably forwards, towards the slit presented in readiness for her. Ginny was no longer resisting, allowing herself to be drawn in. In a detached way, she wondered at herself yielding to this alien temptation. Her head was now close, she could feel the warmth radiating from the sow's thighs beating upon her cheeks. Without hesitation she stuck out her tongue and flicked at the hidden bud that was filling her vision.
Suddenly Ginny felt something hard and wide being forced into her cunt. She started to struggle, this was too much, she had to get out of this. But she had allowed herself to be manoeuvred into a position from which she could no longer fight. She was easily overpowered and had to submit to these sows. There were too many of them and they held her bowed down in front of this sow's slit. Her tongue tried to withdraw, but this only made them push her face deeper into the musky bridge, trapping her further between powerful thighs. She was being tipped up and the object was being pushed deeper inside her own slit. She could not resist, she could not fight. She felt the legs of one of the sows straddle her and as she felt its knees flex on either side of her hips, she realised that the sow was impaling itself upon the other end of the dildo that was now firmly embedded in her. She tried to shout, but her voice was muffled and lost in the cunt she was being forced to pay homage to.
Ginny heard the sow behind her sigh and felt the press of its thighs encircling her back and its weight settle upon her. She was now locked together with this sow. The fact she did not know which sow was on top of her, had forced her own lips to part and drilled her with its dildo, deeply embarrassed Ginny. She could feel the sow now starting to thrust into her. She felt the friction against her ass, and the dildo bang against her cervix. She was powerless, having to take the treatment meted out to her. Ginny groaned as the dildo thumped again and again inside her. She heard the goading of the other sows around her and felt shame consume her. Faster and faster the sow rode her. The onslaught making her grunt in rhythm to the pounding she was forced to take. Suddenly the sow collapsed on top of her, her thighs shook violently as they squeezed like pincers into her sides. She heard the sow gurgle out in her ear as she came. Then she felt it rock her body backwards, pressing the dildo simultaneously deeper into herself and into Ginny. There was something acutely pleasurable that washed over Ginny as she felt the press of the dildo sliding further inside her.
Yet her ordeal was not over and as she felt hands hold her in place, tethered before the slit oozing with sow cum, while another sow impaled itself on top of her. Again and again she was ridden by these sows, one after the other. Slowly the shame transformed itself into a carnal need. Ginny was being consumed by the sensations forced into her and piece by piece her mind was taken over by this primal act, this initiation into the herd, this debasement of her body that was to be used by common sows for their pleasure. Ginny's tongue started to work at the slit in front of her, eating away at it. She heard the cheer from the sows around her and her shame burnt her afresh. She had debased herself, letting them see the pleasure welling up inside her. Ginny felt useless and weak: just days before they would have shown her respect and done her bidding. Now they just used her and she let them and she would lick a sow's slit to acknowledge her acceptance of this treatment from them.
No matter how much she felt ashamed of her own desires, the fact was she did feel incredible from being used by these sows. She had no control over when her ordeal would end, and so she was forced to accept it. How else could she manage? She could not escape, she could not fight. She had to embrace what was happening to her and participate, and so her own desires leaked out of her. One by one she was used by these sows, and she herself came often too. It was a shared, a mutual pleasure that bound her to the herd. When finally it ended, they all lay about gasping and exhausted. The dildo lay on the floor by ginnysow where she laid curled up recovering her strength. She felt satisfied in a way she could never before have imagined she could feel.
Matt brought men in to see her. Sometimes they came to inspect her. They would feel her tits and with face close to the teats squeeze at them. They never spoke directly to her, except to give her an order. Sometimes they would inspect her sex or just put her through a series of commands to test her obedience. At first Ginny had resisted, but this always just led to the crop, and whenever Matt wielded it, he always spoke with kindness, as if she just hadn't yet understand. Soon, Ginny got used to being prised open by strange fingers, of responding obediently to the commands of men she didn't know.
Ginny was sitting in the lounge with the other sows when Matt walked in. He had a document in his hand and presented it to Ginny.
"You must sign this." He said.
"What is it?"