“Oh, yes, let’s get the piggy ready,” Allegra cooed in her bizarre accent. “Let’s give him a tail.”
There was a pause, and I heard squirting noises again. I was certain that Allegra was also applying the lube to the pink dildo. The older woman had done that both times she butt-fucked me, and I was certain she would once again make this as smooth as possible.
On all fours, naked, and painted pink, I was going to be anally penetrated by Allegra Von Brockhaus, and my butt-hole pinched and tensed with excitement. I was ready to face the final humiliation. I accepted my fate.
“Here comes your tail, little piggy,” Allegra said.
The all-powerful Allegra giggled quietly, and I felt the firm tip of the dildo pushing against my willing butt cheeks. Allegra rested her left arm on my back for balance, and then pushed the dildo into my arse with her right hand.
I gleefully spread my legs apart even more, further opening up my butt-hole for the beautiful dominatrix. I then felt my sphincter starting to pull apart as Allegra pushed the dildo right into me. I groaned loudly as she drove it further and further inside my butt.
“Oh, the little piggy wants his tail, doesn’t he?” Allegra asked quietly. “Let me push this right in…”
I let out a loud gasp as I felt the pink dildo being pushed right into me, all the way to the hilt. To make the best tail possible, Allegra was going deep into my lubed up butt-hole, and the feeling of true humiliation exploded through me as the dildo was jammed further and further up my welcoming rectum.
Unsurprisingly, I felt my massive cock begin to stiffen, and then fling outward from my body completely. I finally had a full-blown erection. My humiliation had actually increased.
Allegra slid the dildo back and forth a few more times in response to my quiet moaning and groaning, and also caressed the sensitive skin of my back and shoulders with her left hand, turning me on even more.
The beautiful older woman finally stopped, and then stood up to admire her handiwork, looking down at my red-raw butt cheeks, from which now protruded a ridiculous, pink, rubber pig’s tail.
“Look at the little piggy and his cute little tail!” Allegra said theatrically. “He’s now a perfect little piggy! What do you say, piggy?”
“Oink…oink,” I said stupidly while guiltily enjoying the feeling of the dildo in my butt. “Oink…oink.”
“Oh, my goodness…what is this?” Allegra said with a derisive howl, obviously catching sight of my throbbing erection. “The dirty little piggy is excited about having a tail! We can’t have him rooting around with that big, hard thing between his legs, can we?”
Allegra sat down on the cold linoleum floor of the storage room just to the right of me, which gave her a safe, smooth passage right to my cock and balls, which dangled downward between my legs from behind.
The dominatrix slid her right hand between my legs and moved it around vigorously until she got a firm grip on my swinging nut-sack. With a wild laugh, Allegra squeezed the tender flesh and its precious contents, which prompted a throaty groan from me. My groin exploded in pain once more.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Allegra said with a sneer. “I grabbed the wrong thing. I went for the berries instead of the twig.”
Allegra released my tender ball-sack and then started to slowly stroke and pull on my hotly throbbing cock, which swelled and moved even more at the attentive, expert older woman’s graceful and enthusiastic touch.
The pain in my balls soon subsided once Allegra started sexily playing with my cock. I moaned and groaned quietly, desperate for release, as Allegra jerked me off from behind, almost like she was milking a cow.
After just a few brief moments, I was already getting close to coming, my predilection toward premature ejaculation once again rearing its ugly head. The sexual build-up had been so intense that I knew I would come quickly the minute Allegra touched my cock. I didn’t even try to stop it, gleefully giving in to my oncoming climax.
As Allegra slid her hand blissfully up and down my shaft, the orgasm roared through me like a wave of pleasure. I moaned and groaned…and then oinked. On all fours, I rocked and shivered back and forth.
Semen spat out of me violently, and I heard it land with a slap on the plastic sheeting spread over the floor. Two more thick bolts erupted from me, and Allegra continued to work me, draining me of all my man-seed.
As the final globs of semen spilled from me, Allegra released my cock and I collapsed down onto my forearms. My butt remained stuck up in the air, my pig tail wiggling, and my now limp cock hanging hopelessly between my muscled thighs. I was a mess.
Allegra wiped her semen-splattered hand across my pink-painted back, and then used my body to push herself up into a standing position. As I lay slumped on the ground, the dominatrix stood tall and imperious over me, looking downward with utter contempt. Allegra pointed at me with her right hand, and then looked directly into the central video camera.
“This is Captain Matteo Lukovic,” Allegra said loudly. “Look at the hero of the resistance! Sodomised by a woman and lying in his own semen! Dressed as a pig! He is a joke! And he is now our pig! Stand up, pig! Let your followers see you! Let them see the pathetic man you are…if you can still even call yourself a man.”
I slowly pulled myself up off the ground, and then stood up straight, my limp cock and pendulous balls fully exposed to an imagined audience of millions. The feeling of abject humiliation bubbled and coursed through me. Allegra reached over and pulled the pig snout off my face and over my head, which dragged the headband and pig ears along with it.
“This is Captain Matteo Lukovic,” Allegra said again loudly. “The hero of the resistance is no more! He is a powerless fool who stands before you humiliated! Talk to your followers, Captain Matteo Lukovic! Tell your loyal resistance fighters who you now follow!”
Still confused and physically spent from the pig role-play and my massive orgasm, Allegra’s return to the military prisoner-of-war aspect of the scenario had a strange, elucidating effect on me. I quickly snapped back into it.
I’d enjoyed the artifice of being a brave war hero, and deep down inside, I just didn’t believe that Captain Matteo Lukovic would actually capitulate so easily. I didn’t think that being dressed as a pig, getting spanked, and then sodomised would truly break him. This brave man wouldn’t renounce the resistance just because he’d been publicly humiliated.
Proving that I perhaps wasn’t quite as submissive as I thought, I just couldn’t invest completely in Allegra’s devised role-play. I just didn’t buy it. Like a “difficult actor” too invested in his role, I couldn’t and wouldn’t accept direction. I decided to go off-script and improvise.
“I follow,” I said firmly, and then paused for effect, “the resistance! The resistance lives in all of you! I have been physically humiliated, but the resistance still lives in me! It roars like a lion inside me! I am nobody’s pig! Long live the resistance! Trample my dead body to get to this corrupt government! Destroy it! Tear it down! Take back Graveria!”
Caught up in my ridiculously impassioned speech, completely naked and covered in pink paint with a dildo shoved up my arse, I suddenly felt cold steel pressed against my temple. I looked to my right and saw Allegra scowling at me. Unbeknownst to me, she had removed the replica pistol from its shoulder holster and now had it pointed at my head.
“Long live the resistance,” I said loudly, and there was a long, almost deafening silence until I heard Allegra pull back the hammer of the pistol.
“Bang,” Allegra said flatly, and then pulled the trigger. “You’re dead.”
There was, of course, no gunshot, but I slumped to my knees in response, and then collapsed to the floor as if I was dead. I wanted to take the fantasy right to its grisly end-point. I lay prone on the linoleum floor and waited in fearful anticipation, unsure as to how Allegra would react to being so wholly disobeyed.
I was vaguely concerned that the veteran dominatrix may violently attack me for what she might view as a betrayal, but I knew these role-plays and bondage scenarios were built on mutual consent, so the sense of threat was only minimal, but it still hummed away just under the surface regardless.
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