**This is not bestiality. This story is about a human female, forced to act as a pig**
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The pig has no idea how long she's been in the cage. She's sat there, unable to do anything else, swaying with the movement of the van. Her jaw is starting to hurt like hell from the gag, and her mind is racing. She's exhausted from the hunt, dirty, degraded, helpless. She brings her knees up to her chest, and hugs herself, attempting to find some comfort. Sadly, it has little effect. Eventually, the van comes to a stop, and the door open. She sees the first man, standing there, smiling at her. Its not a friendly, warm smile: its sadistic, mocking, a smirk. He opens the cage door, and holds out his hand.
"Come on out little piggy." he coaxes.
She shuffles herself to the back of the cage, as far away from his as possible. He laughs, and climbs into the van. He busies himself looking through some of the boxes surrounding the cage. He eventually finds what he's looking for, and holds it up to show her. A collar and leash. She glares at him, as he gets closer to her, reaching into the cage. She kicks out and him and practically snarls through the gag. He laughs again, backing away.
"Naughty piggy!" he scolds.
The second man appears at the doors, and the first hands him the collar and leash. He then continues to rake around in the boxes, before producing something that makes her shiver. It's a long stick, with prongs on the end. A prod. She recoils in horror, and can see the sadistic glint in his eyes. He stands at the back of the cage, and readies it. A sharp poke to her fat sends an electric shock pulsating through her. She squeals, and scampers out of the cage, desperate to escape another shock. Both men laugh at her as she stumbles out of the van. She quickly takes in her surroundings as she stumbles forward. She sees a large old farm house, and a few small outbuildings.
