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The old man had been making claims for years about a large pig, perhaps many, who had been making foraging attacks on his farmland that bordered the swamp country.

Few people believed old Joe after listening to a lifetime of tall stories told at every opportunity and to anyone who would listen. Still, he persisted with his larger-than-usual pig stories.

“I tell ya!” he would insist, “Them pigs are huge. One big Boar must be seven or eight hundred pounds. He is huge. The other day, I caught him trying to get at my Sows and scared him off with my shotgun.

Jenny had heard these stories for most of her life and, like the other folk in town, had paid old Joe little attention. As a youngster, she had used the fringes of the swamp as a playground, and now, almost twenty, she often camped by the swamp for days on end to paint and photograph the abundant wildlife. Sure, she had seen the disturbed ground made by pigs rooting for food, but she had seen nothing extraordinary apart from brief glimpses of a few pigs.

Something disturbed Jenny as she struggled with her pallet of colors, trying to capture the variegated light that filtered through the paperbark trees fringed the swamp. She stopped painting and looked into the fading light of the swamp. Yes, there it was again, a low grunt and a snap of a small twig. Something was out there, an animal, a large animal moving carefully. Jenny listened intently for a good ten minutes but heard no more sounds.

She returned to focus on her painting, but the light had gone, and she decided to call it a day. As Jenny covered her easily and removed her painting to the small tent to protect it from the night dew, the girl remained wary of the sounds of the swamp. As she heard nothing more, Jenny decided to wash in the small creek before preparing a meal.

About twenty yards into the thick undergrowth, two small slits of red eyes peered out from a black face of a wild Boar. The beast watched the girl as she removed her blouse and jeans and washed briskly in the cool water of the creek. As was Jenny’s habit, she slipped on a painting smock that she used for sleeping attire and returned to the tent to prepare her evening meal. The beast remained motionless but vigilant.

When the meal was finished, Jenny moved several yards from the tent to relieve herself. The beady eyes remained fixed on the girl as she peed. The beast tasted the air with its nostrils, lifted his head slightly, and sniffed.

Finished, Jenny returned to her tent. It was now dark enough to turn on the gas light and read. The buzz of the night insects attracted by the light masked the sound of the pig approaching. Surprisingly stealthy for a beast of its size, the pig reached the spot where Jenny relieved herself and sniffed deeply. So deeply, Jenny looked up briefly at the unusual noise but decided it was just a night bird or bat and settled back to reading.

The big pig was now certain he had found what he sought: a female in season. Yes, this was a strange beast, but he had seen her pale pink skin like the farmer’s pigs. Since he had lost his females to the younger, more agile Boar, he had been looking for a new mate. The farmer had chased him off, but he would return for those young Sows. For now, this strange female was near and in season.

Today had been a long one for Jenny. She had risen early and hiked ten miles just to get here, and she was tired. An early start in the morning would have enabled her to photograph the birds as they departed on their long day of foraging. She decided to turn it in. Because the light attracted insects, Jenny had placed it on a stand under the flap outside the tent and needed to leave the tent to turn it off.

The big Boar had seen the shape inside the tent move and backed off a little. Then, his sharp eyes saw the girl emerge from the tent. Her scent floated toward him, and he grunted with anticipation.

Jenny stopped her hand inches from the light nob. She peered into the darkness, seeking a glimpse of the source of the sound. This time, it sounded like a pig and was close. Jenny knew wild pigs could be dangerous but were secretive and didn’t venture too close to humans. What was this one doing so close? As her eyes became accustomed to the dark, Jenny saw the massive bulk of a huge pig only yards from her, and it was edging closer, its snout sniffing the air.

Jenny froze as the huge pig came into the glow of the light. Now, only five yards away, the girl could smell the rank Ferrell smell of the pig. She reached back toward the tent, but even as she did, she knew it offered no protection. It would be best if she just stood still. She taught.

The Boar eyed Jenny up and down slowly as he edged even closer sniffing loudly as he came. By now, he was certain that this was a female in heat. He couldn’t understand why this female was standing on two legs. As the huge beast moved to within touching distance, Jenny moved away, and he followed.

Jenny had heard that when wild pigs are frightened or cornered, they might charge, but this one showed no sign of charging her. The pig’s nose was now only inches from her bare leg, and Jenny felt the warm nasal spray as it snorted. She edged away a little, and the pig followed. The Boar’s snout touched her leg, Jenny jumped away, and as she did, she caught the corner rope of the tent and went sprawling to the ground.

As Jenny had fallen, the painting coat had lifted, exposing her soft pink ass. The Boar quickly closed the gap and assured himself of this strange animal’s gender. At first, the wild Boar just stood and looked at the stunned girl, its head cocked slightly to the side. It appeared as if he was thinking. The Boar lowered its head to the trembling girl’s rump, grunting and sniffing furiously. Finally he found the source of the smell he sought.

Petrified, Jenny attempted to rise feebly but was nudged by the Boar, knocking her back onto all fours. The Boar towered above Jenny as it quickly nudged and sniffed the girl’s underbelly neck and face grunting and squealing as he explored. Then the Boar wheeled so that his head was behind Jenny and again began to sniff her vagina.

Jenny turned her head into the Boar’s midsection to see what was happening. She pushed hard against the beast in a futile attempt to move him away, but he held his ground. Then the Boar moved again, and she was confronted with the Boar’s large swollen testicle sack as big as a football. As the Boar wheeled away from the stricken girl, she thought she was being left alone and began rising. Then, a huge weight landed on her hips and back, forcing her legs to buckle and spread.

The Boar’s front trotters scraped along her ribs as he drew himself onto the tiny body under him. Fortunately for Jenny, the action drew the painting shift that had ridden up her body as she fell back to protect her skin partially.

After a few initial hops, the Boar stopped moving, and Jenny felt something wet and thin wriggling across her ass cheeks and pubic area. It was then that Jenny realized that this monstrous animal was trying to rape her.

The beast lowered its head down into the crook of Jenny’s neck. This shifted most of the animal’s weight, which wasn’t supported by his hind legs, onto Jenny. She fought to carry the burden for a second or two, but it was too much for her to carry, and she slumped forward. The Boar’s legs were now on the ground, just behind Jenny’s arms, and the beast’s weight no longer pinned her to the spot. For a brief moment she considered escape was possible. In commando style, she edged forward.

Instantly, the Boar hopped forward to remain in contact with the girl. At the same time, his front legs clamped hard against Jenny’s ribs drawing her back toward his searching penis. The Boar made angry grunts as he nipped at Jenny’s neck. Fortunately, the Boar’s head and Jenny’s hair covered the same shoulder, saving her from a serious bite.

Hot bursts of breath accompanied each snuffling grunt as the beast continued to probe erratically. Jenny, resigned to her fate, had stopped struggling, fearing a more serious bite from the Boar’s fetid teeth. Several times, the Boar’s member slid across the now trembling girl’s folds, and each contact drew a shudder of dread from her. To her dismay, she felt herself becoming wet as the erotic touch of the slippery member moved like a tantalizing finger of a lover across her body.

Frustrated, the Boar humped at the tiny body beneath him, drawing sharp grunts from Jenny as the bulky beast forced air from her lungs. Now the slippery shaft was near its goal, sliding along the grove between the girl’s ass cheeks, spilling fluid as it did. Then as the pencil-thin member retracted back along the ass grove, the Boar felt the warmth of the female’s vagina. This was an experienced stud, and the wet warmth of a mate’s vagina was a familiar feel even if this female was different from other mates he had ridden. The Boar paused and probed forward, exploring seeking. Jenny gasped sharply as the mobile end of The curling tip of the Boar’s penis entered the wet, warm cave of her sex.

Then three quick humps drove the slender shaft deep into the human Sow. Jenny gasped, not at the size but the warmth of the invading member that twisted within her sheath. She gave a start as it flicked against her cervix, the portal to her inner depths. As the beast mated her, humped in a rhythmic motion, the penis head twisted within her.

Jenny was feeling no pain, no anger, no emotion at all as the Boar’s penis explored her warm wet depths. Then she screamed a sharp dagger-like pain that drove into her belly. The Boar gave two vigorous humps, and each hump drew a scream from the girl being serviced. The tip of the Boar’s penis had lodged in the narrow opening of Jenny’s cervix, and the Boar had made sure it was firmly lodged before he stopped humping.

Tears ran down Jenny’s cheeks as the burning pain subsided. The Boar stood still above her, gasping and grunting, dribble running from its partly gaping mouth as he tried to bite the girl Sow beneath him again. The Boar squealed, and Jenny gasped as she felt a warm spray surge into her belly. The Boar was enjoying unloading months of pent-up semen and squealed to show his delight.

Jenny could feel each squirt of hot Boar’s semen fire into her. It seemed endless. After many minutes, the initial jets of semen subsided, as did the Boar’s squeals, only to be replaced by a warm, spreading feeling. It was as if a thinner liquid was replaced by a thicker one, which it was. After what seemed an eternity, the bore eased back and dislodged his penis from Jenny’s cervix with another quick stab of pain.

Jenny thought that the Boar had finished, but he only withdrew to the entrance of her vagina then he re-entered her with several sharp prods. The girl again felt a warm liquid spread inside her, this time into her vagina. Several more minutes passed before the Boar began to withdraw slowly. Even as he withdrew, the warm surges of cum continued to be deposited inside the girl’s channel. Finally, the invading penis was gone. For a moment, Jenny felt the dripping shaft twisting against her hip, and then that was gone as well as the Boar slid backward, breathing heavily, and dismounted. A final sniff and lick of her vagina satisfied the Boar, and he waddled off beyond the lamp light and flopped to the ground.

For a long while, Jenny stayed as the Boar had left her stunned and shaken, unable to believe what had just happened to her. Tears began to trickle down her cheek, slowly at first, then in rivulets, as she began to sob quietly. Without thinking, she slowly crawled to the tent under the watchful eyes of the now contented Boar. Sometime much later, she fell asleep.

The first rays of sunlight beating into the tent were all needed to awaken the distraught girl. She had slept curled into a fetal position on her sleeping bag, too tired and confused to crawl under the covers. The memories of the previous evening came flooding back, and she again began to sob quietly. Gradually, she collected her thoughts and became aware of the wet mess under her hip. Sometime during the night, the plug of Boar semen had dissolved, and the copious contribution of the Boar’s pent-up reserves had flown free.

Jenny felt between her legs, and her hand came away sticky and wet. She was still leaking Boar semen. The Boar, where was he? She swung her gaze to the open tent flap. He wasn’t where he had lain last evening. She felt a sudden relief, but a grunt soon shattered her elation. Just to the right of the tent flap stood the massive bulk of the swamp Boar. He was bigger than Jenny had realized in the dim light of the previous evening.

As she had done last night, Jenny cringed back but quickly realized she could not escape this massive creature. The Boar had seen that she was awake and grunted several times, then lowered his snout to the ground, driving his nose into the soft dirt, and drove forward with a massive thrust of his hips in a display of power that created a six-inch furrow about five feet long in the turf before he lifted his head and squealed. The Boar’s face was just inches from the tent flap. White froth about his lips was flecked with dirt, and dribble dripped from his jaw. The red, beady eyes drilled into Jenny’s eyes with an unstated demand.

God, not again, she thought as she rose to her knees and exited the tent. Once clear of the tent ropes, Jenny stopped, not attempting to rise to her feet. The Boar came to her and nudged her side playfully, as his massive bulk allowed. He lowered his snout under her body and bunted her playfully with the end of his nose before he ran his wet, sticky snout along her side, across her back, then up to her face.

With his nostrils against Jenny’s cheek, he made puffing sounds, ‘ugh, ugh, ugh,’ spraying her face with warm, wet nasal spray before pushing his shoulder against her tiny frame, forcing her to turn away. As Jenny turned, the Boar sniffed briefly to her rear, then squealed. Jenny knew what was coming next as the Boar’s bulk moved over her, and the slippery wet caress of the twisting penis began its search. Being forced to turn, Jenny was close enough to pull her rucksack toward her, offering additional support for her chest and elbows.

With her back straight, the Boar’s weight was evenly distributed from her hips to her shoulders. Unlike before, the Boar was more vigorous in searching for her opening. As the beast moved back and forth rapidly in his quest, his hind trotters scraped Jenny’s calf, drawing a scream from the girl as the sharp toe drew blood.

In a natural response, the girl moved her legs further apart to avoid additional injury. As she did, the searching tip plunged into her sloppy cavern. The massive bore continued squealing and grunting in time with each thrust into the tiny frame beneath him. After several minutes of buffeting, the twisting shaft was firmly embedded deep inside the cervix of his human mate.

Jenny gasped for air from the pounding she had taken from the impatient beast. The Boar’s thin, twisting shaft had again sent spears of pain up into her belly. Still, it was not as bad as the first time and was certainly not unexpected as last evening. With the closer contact between their bodies, Jenny felt the rippling surges from deep inside the Boar as it began to spray her insides with his hot seed. Now that the beast had stopped his vigorous onslaught, the girl felt an almost comforting feeling from the warm, bristly underbelly and fur of the beast taking her.

The Boar was in no hurry as he unloaded the potential new life into this tiny Sow. Her soft, fur-less body stimulated him, and he wanted to stay attached to her for as long as he could.

For her part, Jenny was finding some pleasure in the spreading warmth of the Boar’s semen. The diminishing spurts seemed to go on forever. It wasn’t until the Boar detached the end of his shaft from the girl’s cervix with the resultant stinging pain that Jenny was jolted back to the reality of what was happening to her. The Boar, still not finished, again plugged his copious offering with his third-stage ejaculate as he withdrew before reluctantly slipping from the tiny Sow.

After a sniff and a gentle nudge, the Boar moved off, puffing and snorting, only to flop under a tree at the edge of the clearing. Jenny watched him move off before she pushed from the ground. Standing, she inspected herself. She was covered in mud from head to toe, and her behind, hips and lower leg were coated in the Boar’s drying fluid. Her ribs and hips were scratched, and some bruising was starting to appear in both places. There was a nasty cut, still bleeding, on her calf.

Her hair was matted, and grazes on her neck, as well as several tears in her painting smock were all part of the Boar’s legacy of rough sex. An inspection of her puffy virginal opening revealed a little bleeding and a few tender spots but no obvious damage. Internally, Jenny felt the sticky gelatinous plug of Boar semen. She wanted to remove it but decided to do that when she washed. Her slightly rounded tummy bore evidence of the fluid inside.

A series of grunts brought her attention back to the Boar, who scrambled to his feet. Jenny groaned as the black bulk waddled toward her. She lowered herself to the ground, expecting another service, and presented to the beast. He sniffed and nudged the girl along her body and face as he had done before the two previous mates, then a couple of quick sniffs at her rear. He waddled off into the low shrubs at the swamp’s edge and disappeared. Stunned and relieved, Jenny raised herself quickly, grabbed soap and a towel, and rushed to the stream.

After applying some essential first aid to the cut on her calf, Jenny made breakfast and coffee. She guessed the sun was well up when she had finished, about 10:00 am. She had remained naked to this point, waiting for her painting smock to dry. The Boar had not returned, and Jenny decided that he had gotten what he wanted, and she would now be left in peace. She was no longer afraid of the Boar, and to her surprise, she felt no animosity toward him either. Still, it would probably be best to leave, even though some of the more obvious damage to her body would be hard to explain.

Even as she convinced herself of the merits of staying or leaving, the beast returned. He was covered in a fresh layer of swamp mud and still had a few strands of roots hanging from his mouth. The big Boar had not yet finished with the girl he had only been absent feeding. The beast made a direct line for Jenny, and even though she had not fallen to her hands and knees, he checked her out again.

The big Boar went directly behind Jenny and shoved her buttocks with his snout. Thinking he wanted to mate her, she dropped to her hands and knees, grabbing her rucksack and bedroll for support. Again, Jenny got a shove from the Boar and scrambled forward but remained on all fours. After the third shove, the Boar walked off about three yards, stopped, and turned, looking directly at the tiny naked girl.

Jenny realized the Boar must want her to follow, so she stood and walked to the Boar’s head. He nudged her hip, gentler this time, and she moved off in step with the huge beast. Satisfied that the pink Sow understood his wants, the Boar picked up the pace.

As Jenny jogged to keep up with the Boar, the wobble in her tummy reminded her she had not yet removed the semen plug. For maybe thirty minutes, they traveled at this pace. The constant jarring of the jog caused the Boar’s seed to dribble from her then the gelatinous plug dislodged, releasing copious amounts of trapped Boar sperm to coat her inner thighs and legs.

Finally, they stopped. Ahead, across one hundred yards of swamp and scrub, were barns and a house. Closest of all were several pens, and in the pens were pigs.

The Boar flopped down with a grunt on a tiny island of grass, barely big enough for the two of them, on the margin of the swamp. They both lay there for about ten minutes. Jenny could look at her beast mate for the first time. His head and short neck were half as big as hers, its underbelly was sparsely covered in black hair, and the basketball-sized testicles moved slowly as the Boar breathed shallowly. She edged around slowly to better view her mate’s equipment. They were stunning by comparison with her brother’s balls. No wonder he could deliver so much semen into his mate.

The Boar snorted behind her, and she turned to see what was wrong. The Boar’s snout was devouring the aroma that Jenny delivered so close to his face. Quickly, she turned, but the Boar had again got her scent and he staggered to his feet. Jenny also moved to all fours and pulled some loose swamp moss under her to support the Boar’s weight. A quick feel of her vaginal lips indicated that she was still dripping and her entrance well lubricated.

The Boar wasted no time as he lifted his bulk across the tiny girl’s body and began to probe. The Boar’s actions were less vigorous than this morning but more deliberate. Jenny felt the slippery penis slide across her hips and slap into her inner thigh. The mobile shaft, at one stage, contacted her belly button as the Boar searched too low. She spread her knees slightly to lower her body and keep her legs clear of the Boar’s hind trotters. Several minutes of probing, including one dismount, ensued before the bore slid home.

Jenny pushed back onto the Boar and felt his sheath contact her vaginal lips at the same time as the tip twisted at the limits of her sheath. The Boar was not moving as he had previously, and Jenny surmised it was because of the farm’s proximity. The Boar’s cock took several more minutes to lodge in her cervix. Everything was slower, quieter this time. The Boar still grunted and huffed as he exerted every effort to mate.

Jenny, for her part, totally naked, felt protected under his warm, if bristly body. She could also feel the Boar’s heart rate increase as he achieved entry to her cervical opening. Then Jenny felt the Boar’s heart rate increase alarmingly, and he thrust four or five times. Jenny screamed. She couldn’t help it. The twisting penis tip felt as if it had been driven into her womb. It had certainly been driven deeper than the two previous times.

The dogs at the farm heard the scream. Barking brought the farmer, two younger men, and a woman onto the veranda. The Buck grew very still. He stopped grunting, but his heart rate remained high.

The discomfort that occurred each time the Boar had invaded Jenny’s inner sanctum did not diminish this time, and she groaned lowly, trying not to make a noise. The Boar’s head was raised, his ears pricked to catch every sound, and the nervous dribble splashed onto the girl’s hair and neck.

“Did you catch what that was, Clem?” the old man on the veranda called to someone unseen.

“No, Pa, I couldn’t tell what direction either could have been a big cat, but I haven’t seen one in an age. Should I let the dogs off?”

“No, better not. If you hear it again, we might,” with that, the old man returned inside.

With the wind blowing away from the farm, the dogs got no scent from the Boar or the girl, and they settled down. Once again, everything grew quiet.

The Boar had been inside the girl for about ten minutes without moving. The discomfort of the deeply penetrating penis had grown a little more tolerable. Still, as the Boar began to gyrate his hips slowly, almost unnoticeable, the tip again began to twist and burrow until it was lodged at the very limits of the girl’s cervix. Jenny was groaning once again. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she endured the pain while holding back the cries that may have offered some physiological relief.

For the next few minutes, the only movement was the Boar’s rippling undulations as he worked his hips against Jenny’s behind. The discomfort diminished and was gone almost at the same time as the beast began to ejaculate. As the inner warmth spread, the girl grew quiet.

It must have taken half an hour before the Boar began to disengage. Jenny bit into the clumps of moss to stifle her cries. The thirty seconds of withdrawal from her cervix seemed like an age then the discomfort was gone. Jenny didn’t know when the Boar had finally finished with her she had fainted.

Jenny came to her senses slowly. She was still clutching the soft moss to her breast. She didn’t know how long she had been unconscious. She couldn’t tell. What she did know was the Boar was lying beside her, its huge head resting on its paws, peering off toward the farm ears pricked. Jenny straightened herself out, and as she did, a small tug of pain shot into her lower abdomen.

“You’ve hurt me, you big slab of bacon,” she spat at the mountainous Boar beside her.

The Boar swung its head sharply toward her, catching her a blow to the shoulder. The sudden movement seemed like a warning to be quiet, and Jenny complied. She had few options; she could run to the farm naked, covered in swamp mud and Boar semen, but that was no option at all if she wanted to continue to live in the local area. Her other option was to stay with the Boar until he lost interest in her as a mate. Jenny rolled onto her back and slid a finger into her vagina. She was completely plugged.

The sun was low when Jenny woke with a start. There were voices, and the dogs were barking. The Boar was no longer at her side. She lay quietly, afraid to move, until she realized the dogs were heading south. She remained quiet, hardly moving for another hour until her thirst and the need. Back a short distance, there had been a creek that seemed fresh and clear Jenny headed in that direction. She was gone maybe fifteen minutes, but when she returned, the Boar was back, and the sound of the dogs was distant. All else was quiet.

With the last sun’s rays behind them, the Boar moved slowly toward the pens at the side of the barn. Jenny hesitated but followed. They reached the barn unnoticed except by the pigs in the pen. Immediately, the Boar began pushing at the gate. The noise was growing, and Jenny was becoming uneasy.

Then a voice from the house called, “Who’s there,” it was old Joe.

Galvanized into action, Jenny flicked the gate latch up and pulled the gate open. The Boar squealed and moved quickly toward the swamp with Jenny and several pigs in close pursuit.

It took thirty minutes to reach Jenny’s camp, where she, three domestic Sows, and the Boar immediately flopped down to rest. The Boar remained alert and nervous, constantly listening. A half-hour passed, and still, the Boar reacted to every sound. He came to Jenny, sniffed her crotch, and seemed satisfied. He then made the round of the Sow before making a series of grunts. The young Sows stood immediately, but Jenny didn’t move. The Boar came to her and nudged her still. Jenny didn’t move; finally, the Boar headed to the edge of the clearing with the three Sows close behind. He stopped once more, looked back, and turned and disappeared into the swampy darkness.

Jenny rose early, bathed, had breakfast, and packed her belongings when the baying of dogs coming fast toward her made her stop in the middle of her last chore, dousing the fire. It was old Joe and his sons; he stopped, and the bloodhounds began to mill about.

“What’s up, Joe?” she enquired casually.

“Hello, young Jenny, lost some pigs to that dam Boar I keep telling everyone about, you saw any pigs with a huge Boar?”

“Can’t say as I saw any huge Boar, but there were some pigs here last evening, stopped for a while, then moved right on. I was in my tent about to have an early night, it bothered me some, them stopping, but they didn’t come near the tent.”

“You sure there was no big Boar with ’em?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Jenny assured the old man.

“Didn’t see a person with ‘em, perhaps, a woman?”

Jenny nodded and grinned, then one of the boys called, “The hounds have got the scent again, Pa.”

Men and dogs plunged off into the swamp, leaving Jenny alone.

Jenny slept soundly that night. The last two days’ events had exhausted her more than she had realized. She woke to a dull morning, light rain falling, just the morning for staying in bed. She had some paintings to finish, but they could wait. She needed to think. The two days in the swamp had been like a dream, part dream, part nightmare. She should have been traumatized, but she didn’t feel that way at all. It was, she speculated, an unplanned adventure that could have caused her a lot of damage, physically, by the Boar. If Jim or his family had caught her, her reputation and career would have been gone in a sleazy scandal.

The phone rang. It was Jenny’s girlfriend, Olivia.

“Jenny, there’s a problem. I’ve just been to the dry goods store, and old Jim is sounding off about losing three of his prized Sows. He claims that they ran off with that giant Boar he’s always talking about, but get this, he said there was a person involved, a woman.”

“What?” Jenny acted surprised.

“Yeah, that’s what he’s saying, a woman, and it worsens. He said she was naked and…” She paused. “And he said you were camping near his farm.”

“He said I helped a Boar steel his pigs?” Jenny acted indignant. “That’s ridiculous. Why would anyone do such a thing.”

“No, no, he didn’t say it was you. He just said you were nearby. People are starting to talk, you know Chinese whisper style.”

“Oh shit,” Jenny swore and flopped back into her bed “shit, shit, shit.” then a long pause.

“Jen, are you there,” Olivia called down the phone.

“Yes, I’m here. Liv I was in the swamp painting, you know, like usual. I have a good commission due soon, and as I was packing to return yesterday, old Jim came bursting into camp looking for lost pigs. The pigs had been through the clearing near the tent the previous evening, and old Jim had asked me if I had seen a big Boar with them. He also asked about a person, perhaps a woman. He wasn’t happy when I said I hadn’t seen a big Boar or a person. God, what will I do.”

She stayed out of sight except for brief essential visits to town. Olivia did her best to counter the roomers, and the gossip slowly died.

It had been a little over two weeks since Jenny had left the swamp, and she was packing for a return trip. This one would be longer, and she would need a canoe to reach the spot she intended to reach. Olivia had convinced her that if she came along, it may prevent more roomers from starting up. Reluctantly, Jenny agreed.

“What’s this,” Olivia asked as she packed a low padded stool into the trunk.

Jenny blushed, then quietly cursed, “Oh, just a stool. You never know when you need a little comfort.”

The canoe trip had been uneventful, and the little island was perfect for painting. Staying close to her last camp yet out of the way of potential curious eyes had taken careful thought and planning, including where they launched the canoe. Olivia was unaware of what was happening and unfamiliar with the swamp. She was simply happy to be having a break and helping a friend. It was mid-evening, and the camp had been set up, and the girls had prepared a meal.

Now that they were here, Jenny had to confess to her friend. “Liv, the story that was going about in town.”

“Forget it was out here a long way from wagging tongues.” Olivia cut in supportively.

“Liv, there was a big Boar, and I released the Sows. The stories are mostly true.”

The long silence that followed was electric. Finally, Olivia asked the inevitable question, “But why? Why would you do such a thing?”

Jenny thought she could handle the situation, but when it came to a straight-out admission of being raped by a big swamp Boar, she couldn’t and started to cry.

“What is it, girl? What are you trying to say?”

Then it was out, “The Boar, the one that Jims always talks about, it raped me not once but three times and I liked it. I had to help him get those Sows.” Jenny threw herself onto her sleeping bag and wept.

Olivia couldn’t find a response to her friend’s admission for a long time. Images of a giant Boar screwing her friend was an unimaginable event. Finally, as Jenny grew quiet, Olivia spoke. “Honey, it’s not true, is it? You’re just trying to scare me.”

“It’s true, Liv, that’s why I brought the stool to rest on if he comes to me again, and I hope he will. I want him to mate me.” then, a short pause, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you come.” Jenny finished with a sob and was crying quietly again.

After another long pause for reflection, Olivia said, “What’s it like being with a smelly swamp Boar? He was smelly, wasn’t he.”

That was the icebreaker, and both girls began to laugh.

“Yes, he was smelly, muddy, and slobbered, but it was great. Seriously, I am glad you’re here. Liv, I did feel scared at times. He can be rough, and if he visits again, I may need help.

“What makes you think he’ll visit here.”

“Signs, lots of signs, and some are big like that one over there, see, he headed in this direction when he left me last.” Jenny quickly explained.

“There is one other thing, Jen, what if he wants me? What do I do?”

Nothing happened for three days in which time Jenny had told Olivia everything that had happened during her encounters with the Boar. It was now Late evening on the third full day on the swamp island. Dinner finished, and both girls were relaxed and ready for bed when Jenny put her finger to signal Olivia to be quiet.

“Did you hear that?” Jenny whispered.

“Nooo, oh yes! Twigs snapping, yes, yes, is it the Boar?”

“Definitely pigs out there, but I don’t know if it’s the big boy.”

Five minutes elapsed before the first pig appeared from the swamp water. It was one of old Joe’s Sows. A small wild Sow quickly followed her, then two more domestics. Then, apparition-like, came the Giant black frame of the Swamp Boar from the other side of the clearing. Olivia gasped.

“Holy mother of God, he’s a monster she blurted.” Turning to Jenny, “That screwed you?”

Jenny just nodded and stared at the Giant Boar in the fading light. “We’ll soon see if he’s interested,” she whispered.

The Boar herded the four females into one spot then he approached the two girls.

“Jenny, I’m scared. I didn’t think he would be this big. How did you survive that?”

The Boar sniffed the air as he approached the two girls. “One of us is ovulating. He can smell us. He thinks we are in season.” Jenny muttered, “Get down on all fours and remember if it’s me, he mounts throw that rug about my shoulders. I’ll do the same if it’s you. Are you ready?” Jenny asked the trembling Olivia.

“No, damn it, I’m not. Oh god, Oh God, he’s sniffing me, Jen, he’s going to mate me, Oh god.” The Boar nudged and poked and rubbed his snout all over the terrified girl’s body. Then the monster checked Jenny out, going to her rear end twice, then back to the new human Sow.

“Liv, it’s you,” Jenny managed to get out as the Boar lifted his bulk over the now reluctant human Sow and slid onto the trembling girl’s back. Both the girl and the Boar squealed loudly. Jenny grabbed the shoulder rug she had sown to protect the shoulders and neck and threw it over Olivia. Then, she swung the already positioned stool quickly under Olivia’s chest.

The Boar was immediately humping, searching for Olivia’s fresh new slit with his gyrating penis.

“What’s he doing, Jen,”

“He’s trying to find your hole.”

“That’s what he’s doing. Shit, I didn’t realize that thing was so mobile, it’s swinging everywhere. It feels good, though, doesn’t it?”

“Spread your legs, Liv, else he’ll stomp on you like he did me.” Jenny gave a running commentary. “Liv, your ass and pussy are soaked from the Boar’s stuff he’s squirting on you.”

“It’s not just him that’s wet, Jen. I’m getting runny as well. Hell, why can’t he find my slit.”

He was almost there at that time. No, he’s drooping now, no, no, he’s back near your slit again get ready, he’s about to enter. Oh, Live he’s in. Do you feel it? It’s skinny but hot; feel it twist.”

“Shut up, Jen, just shut up,” Olivia snapped between moans.

The giant Boar humped steadily at the tiny pink body under him. Jenny knew that the Boar was searching for Olivia’s cervix. She watched as the Boar’s normally tightly bunched balls rotated and surged as his penis sawed in and out several inches in time with the undulating body of the rutting Boar. Jenny observed that the movement of the penis shaft gave the tip the twisting action as it sought the tighter confines of Olivia’s portal. Olivia’s cunt was dripping copiously. Jenny looked at her friend’s face just in time to see her eyes roll back. Her mouth drops open, forming a silent scream. This scream didn’t remain silent as the Boar drove tightly into Olivia’s cervix.

Olivia’s screeching and the Boar’s strenuous grunts and huffs echoed through the swamp. The Boar bit down on the shoulder rug that Jenny had made. The rug was serving its purpose, saving its wearer, Olivia, from the biggest love bight imaginable.

The Boar had stopped humping, and Jenny knew that he was already or on the verge of ejaculating into Olivia. From the look on Olivia’s face, which was streaked with tears of pain from the rough entry into her cervix, her insides were already being sprayed with Boar seed.

“Are you OK? Sweetie,” Jenny inquired softly of her almost comatose friend.

“Uh-huh,” she replied but said no more.

Jenny squatted next to the mating pair. Her vagina was soaking from what she had just witnessed. It had been like an out-of-body experience. Last week, that was her, and she only felt today she saw, and she could hardly wait for her turn.

Olivia’s lips twisted in pain as the Boar detached from her cervix and slowly withdrew, leaving the girl’s vagina plugged. Jenny leaned forward to speak to her satiated friend when she felt the Boar sniffing at her rear. She shuddered excitedly, grabbed the shoulder rug, and pulled the stool away from the surprised Olivia.

The Boar was panting hard from his recent exertions. Nevertheless, he was able to satisfy Jenny in about twenty minutes. As usual, he planted well into her narrow cervix, stretching it to accommodate his twisting weapon. When he finished with Jenny, The Boar checked out both girls and then moved to bed with his kind.

“Well?” Jenny inquired, “Tell me.”

“I know now why you came back. Will he want us again tonight?”

“Probably not, but if you want another screwing in the morning, we had better drop this load before daybreak” Jenny wobbled her tummy to emphasize her point.

“It feels good, Jen. Do we have to?”

“He was never interested when I was plugged. It must be a ‘pig’ thing, I guess.”

After talking for an hour or more, the girls helped each other remove the thick jelly-like deposit from their sheaths. The Boar’s precious load leaked overnight, preparing them for another service. Keen to be with the Boar, the girls were both out of the tent before the Boar had risen. When he heard them approach, he rose to meet them.

Jenny was serviced first, followed by Olivia, then one of the Sows. That was something to see. It was a small pink one of old Joe’s three escapees. And she didn’t stop squealing until he had finished with her, and when he had, she scampered away, her ears pinned back. The girls looked at each other and left the, did I squeal like that, question unasked.

Jenny noticed wrinkles in the Boar’s normally tight ball sack as he trotted arrogantly off into the swamp for his daily forage. He needed recharging. The two girls were now alone.

“When will he be back?” Olivia enquired.

“Probably not till this afternoon, but it could be anytime. He knows we’re in heat he won’t move too far off. Do you want another go this afternoon, or will we wait till tomorrow?”

Jenny made the offer, hoping that Olivia would opt for this afternoon. Jenny was aware her insides felt a little tender, and a break might be sensible, but if sensible was a guide, they wouldn’t be here in the first place. Lust had replaced sense for the time being.

“This afternoon wouldn’t be too soon, would it,” Olivia grinned, then giggled.

Jenny giggled, and like two schoolgirls with a guilty secret, they headed back to the tent to prepare breakfast. After they had cleaned up after breakfast, they both headed to the water to freshen up and remove the Boar’s generous deposit.

“Use the water we boiled last night for inside,” Jenny advised, but Olivia was already doing that.

“I stink, and so do you. We could both do with a proper wash to get rid of this feral stink,” Olivia suggested.

“Not here, not in this water. We’ll leave the semen inside of us tonight, and the Boar the Boar won’t want us tomorrow morning. We’ll slip across to a creek, I know, early. It’s safe and clean and just a mile over that way.”

With the Boar’s cargo unloaded, both girls returned to the tent for some quiet reading.

“Listen to that. He’s on his way back already. We should have waited till later to clean out.” Jenny could hear the unmistakable approach of the swamp Boar.

“Shit!” Olivia hissed, “It’s not the big fella. Look over there, Jen.” She pointed to three largish swamp hogs approaching boldly.

“Let’s play it cool, wait and see what there up to. They may just go by, but if they start acting aggressively, offer them pussy. The Boars didn’t go by, but they approached a little more carefully once on the Island. They sniffed, grunted, and carefully inspected the girls from a couple of yards.

“Look at that one,” Jenny pointed to the middle of the two Boars. His penis was poking out and retreating as he and his brothers surveyed these strange beasts that smelled like swamp pigs and were on heat as well.

“What will we do,” again, in a crisis, Olivia deferred to Jenny.

Jenny’s heart was racing. She had not had time to think when the Big Boar had raped her. Still, in retrospect, he had seemed self-assured and deliberate in everything he did before he had taken her. These were younger hogs, and they were agitated and unpredictable. They could do anything in their skittish state. They were probably a bachelor group or something, Jenny thought. Probably never had a Sow before and now they were harassing two Sows that belonged to the biggest swamp Boar of all. That would be clear from the smell the Boar had left on his girl Sows.

“Go down and cover your neck and face. They’re not as heavy as the big fella, so their weight won’t be a problem. Stay separated and face each other so we can see if one of us is in trouble.”

The girls lifted their smocks and bundled them about their necks before lowering themselves to the ground, carefully ever-watchful of the young Boars. The Boars had closed in in a flash and began sniffing and nosing the girls. With their shifts high, both girl’s breasts swung free.

The girl’s leaking pussies attracted the Boars, and they began to squabble over who was going to be first at licking and sniffing the dripping gashes. The pushing and bunting of each other and the girls began, then one decided it was time, and he was on Olivia’s back and humping hard. She screamed as the pig’s trotters landed on the middle of her back and scraped down her ribs and across her swinging breasts, leaving a nasty red welt. With more luck than skill, the Boar found Olivia’s sloppy, distended opening and quickly drove in.

Jenny was having an even rougher time with Boar’s jostling for her prize first, then the other was on her scraping trotters tore at her back and sides, and her legs were being trampled. The noise of the excited Boar and the screaming girls must have been heard for miles through the swamp. Finally, one of the young Boar’s got the ascendancy and, after many tries, found Jenny’s sloppy pussy, and drove himself more vigorously in search of the tight cervical passage. Like Olivia, Jenny’s breasts hung free and uncovered for the first time. The boat that lost out began to suck at first one, then the other. Her nipples became engorged and became very tender, but she couldn’t bat the beast away.

Next to Jenny, Olivia grunted and squealed as her Boar struck home. She was breathing hard, and Jenny noticed that familiar rolled-back look in her eye as the Boar began to squirt into her.

The Boar servicing Jenny found the girl’s distended cervix, and to her surprise, it twisted in painlessly. At least the big Boar had stretched enough to spare her that discomfort. But instead of lodging in the cervix, the twisting penis head just kept going, and the Boar bopped forward, seating it beyond the birthing canal. Immediately it began to spray hot cum deep into the girl’s womb. Finally the Boar at her breast had gone to Olivia.

Jenny shuddered as the young, untested Boar coated her insides with his watery seed. Then he slowed, the squirting feeling stopped, and the warm spreading of a new batch of thicker goo spilled into her.

After the initial onslaught, the young, inexperienced Boars had served both girls well. Olivia’s Boar had disengaged too early, and his thin penis rested in the grove in her behind. Her ass was now covered in rivulets of the Boar’s thick sealing semen. The beast briefly rested on the girl’s rear before dropping off the satisfied human Sow. Pleased with himself, he strutted away some yards and flopped down. To Olivia’s surprise, the Boar that had lost out in the first round was on her within seconds, anxiously humping to make up for lost time.

Jenny’s young Boar was taking his time and she was surprised when he hadn’t withdrawn. The girl knew he should have been out of her cervix and in her vagina at this point. The warm surges of the last stage of Boar semen slowed and stopped. The young hog rested motionless on Jenny’s back, dribbling profusely. Next to her, Olivia’s second Boar seemed to have made it into his new mate.

With a sudden backward pull, Jenny’s Boar dislodged himself, and she gave a muffled scream at the sudden voiding of her cervix. She remained on all fours as she looked across at her friend.

“You OK?” she enquired. Olivia was biting on her lip but nodded as the humping Boar drove the wind from her.

“Look out,” Olivia warned, “you’ve got another customer.” The Boar that had previously mated Olivia landed forcefully on her back.

The girls were taken for the third time by the gang of three who were ready for another round when the sudden report of a rifle sounded not too far off. The Boar’s scattered.

“Hello, is anyone there?” It was old Joe in his duck boat.

The breathless and disheveled girls quickly pulled their shifts down and called back. Joe and one of his sones edged closer in their flat bottom boat.

“Any problem, girls?” he enquired a little too smugly.

Jenny answered by telling him that a while back, three swamp pigs were harassing them, and they had hung around until Joe fired the gun.

“Cause any damage?”

“No, no, none at all. Just looked mean, is all.”

“Well then, if you have any more problems, just scream, I mean yell, and we’ll be here like a shot. We’re looking for the big Boar at the moment. You see him?” Jenny and Olivia both shook their heads. “No, of course, silly to ask. You girl’s got a gun?”

“No, Joe, we haven’t.”

“Well, with all these nasty swamp Boar about, you should have a gun, but I guess you got other charms to deal with them nasties,” he winked, and they rowed off, smiling back at the girls.

“How long were they there? They saw us, I know they did,” Olivia said.

“No, don’t be silly. They couldn’t have seen us, or they would have fired the gun earlier.” Jenny retorted, but she wasn’t so sure.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in some reflection. The big Boar returned well after dark, and right away, he smelled the other Boar’s smell on the girl’s. Although they hadn’t removed the Boar’s semen, and they both had a belly full, the Big Boar serviced both girls not once but twice, adding his generous contribution to their already distended bellies.

When they awoke the next morning the pigs had gone. And they pretty soon knew the reason.

“Hello, the island,” it was Joe again.

Jenny returned the greeting but with little enthusiasm. The duck boat drifted into sight quietly from the same direction it had appeared the previous evening. When it drew up near the island, old Joe spoke once more.

“Had any more visitors, ladies.”

“No, it’s been quiet all night,” Jenny replied cautiously.

He rubbed his chin in a circumspect way before speaking again. “Got a proposition to make you gals, and I was wondering if we could talk some tomorrow. Guess you know what I mean,” he suggested as he pushed the boat back into the channel. “Moves quiet, don’t it,” he chuckled as he poled the boat away.

Both girls watched thoughtfully as the old man moved off slowly.

“That old bugger and his son were watching us yesterday. He as much as said so,” Olivia whined in resignation.

“I’m not sure, Liv. I suspect he’s playing a game with us. He thinks he knows something, but he’s not sure what. He knew we were here right enough, but I think the pigs would have known if he had been in the sight of us. From the direction he came, you can only see maybe twenty, thirty yards at most and they were at least that when they fired the gun. Let’s wait till tomorrow. How do you feel after your sleep… Quick, Liv, into the canoe. We’ll follow him. I have an idea why that miscreant was around here.”

The girls followed the slowly moving duck boat for maybe a mile through every twist and turn until they had to pull up quickly. A large section of raised land was dead ahead with a shack. The shack was built up on stilts over the water and the duck boat slid underneath easily with Joe standing.

“ I was right. Look up behind the shack on that little rise.”

“It’s a still, isn’t it?”

“It sure is, and that will be our bargaining chip. Let’s go back.” Jenny was already backing the canoe up as she spoke.

It was mid-morning when they finally returned to the island. There were three Boar’s waiting that had visited them yesterday. The girls had not bathed since the previous day, and their bellies were full of Boar seed.

“What do you think, Liv? How do you feel?” Jenny knew she was quite tender inside and suspected Olivia was too.

Olivia looked sheepishly at Jenny. “Well, we should go, but I suspect we won’t. Didn’t you come back to be screwed by the big Boar?”

“Yes, the big Boar maybe three or four times while I ovulated, but not five times in a day by the three stooges over there. Oh, damn it, let’s get it over with.”

If Jenny was honest with herself, she secretly hoped the three young Boars would return today. Her body bore the scratches and bruises from the previous encounter. Still, the excitement of so many Boars depositing so much semen into her womb excited her.

Even as the canoe was being beached, the Boars rose as one to meet their new plaything. A splashing from Jenny’s left brought her attention around in that direction, and two more young Boars were swimming through the deep-water channel towards their island. This was going to be rough.

The girls walked confidently toward the soft moss-covered ground under a spreading shade tree toward the back of the small island. The three Boars followed, jostling and pushing the girls, sniffing and rubbing until Jenny tripped over one of her enthusiastic suitors and fell headlong onto the mossy ground. Two of the Boars were quickly upon her, but Jenny was just as quick to get to her knees and make for the tree shade as swiftly as possible.

Suspecting a reluctant Sow, one of the Boar’s mounted her. They began to clamp down on Jenny’s ribs to discourage her from escaping. She stopped her headlong effort for the shade but only after being stomped on by the struggling Boar. Taking the opportunity, the Boar covers her with one vigorous jump. Jenny could hear and feel the constant grunting as the Boar sought her pussy. The base sound of the pig’s grunts vibrated from the Boar to his human Sow as he made full-body contact.

Today Jenny’s pussy was not leaking as it had yesterday, but the girl was wet in expectation. For at least five minutes, the Boar tried to find her slit. It mounted and dismounted several times and Jenny wasn’t even sure if it was the same Boar. Her behind and pussy were coated with Boar pre-cum before she felt the hot shaft finally enter her.

Although she had taken a buffeting and received a few more grazes and bruises Jenny was now comfortable under the rutting Boar. There were now five Boars in a close crush around the two human Sows. Jenny’s breasts were jerking savagely with each thrust of her hog mate, and this drew the attention of one of the smaller Boars. A large thunder crash and the closely following flash of lightning heralded an imminent storm. One Boar were now suckling Jenny, and the other had entered her fully and stopped his vigorous humps.

The rain began to tumble down as Olivia received her second Boar. Jenny’s Boar had taken longer but was about to dismount, making way for the next Boar. She could feel the dislodged Semen from the previous evening begin to trickle down her leg as this Boar found her on his first hump.

The smell of wet pigs and sex was strong in the areas. The gang bang continued unabated for about two hours. Olivia had satisfied six Boars when she could no longer take the weight of the seventh Boar now riding her. She flopped to the ground, exhausted, dislodging the beast inside her. Jenny was now the single focus for the Boars, and she was serviced three more over the next hour before all Boars were satisfied. Still, the rain tumbled down.

With her last ounce of strength, Jenny crawled to Olivia, who lay where she had flopped.

“Liv, Liv, you OK?” She shook her friend, and Olivia blinked.

“Are they gone, Jen? My arms gave out, and I hurt inside. Look, my tummy’s like a bubble.”

Jenny’s tummy was also no longer flat, inflated by the many loads of pig semen inside her womb.

“They’re not gone, and there were seven of them here. No wonder the queue seemed endless. Come on, girl, you’re soaked inside and out let’s get to the tent.” Jenny helped Olivia to the tent, although she was too exhausted from being repeatedly serviced by the vigorous young Boars.

Standing next to the tent in a raincoat and hat was old Joe.

“I have been here for nigh on three hours, and I’ve watched you two have your brains screwed out by those mangy swamp Boars. The smell of your nookie has ‘em so besotted that they didn’t even run when we arrived. I suspected you were protecting these vermin, not screwing them,” he sneered.

The two girls lay at old Joe’s feet, looking up as he berated them. “You two sluts are coming with me. You owe me for them, Sows you let out. Clem, get ‘em into the boat. Seth, Jimmy, you take the canoe and get back to the farm, ring Doc Woods tell him to bring that equipment he’s been bragging about. Tell him to bring everything to do the job twice. When it’s dry tomorrow morning, you’ll return and take this camp down. These two sluts won’t be needing it for a while.”

When they returned to Joe’s farm, the two girls had pretty much recovered from their shock, and his wife wrapped them in blankets and fed them some warm soup. By the time they had finished Doc Woods, the vet had arrived with several bags. Through the open door, the girls could see a conversation that was sometimes heated or serious in the front room. At long last, the Doc nodded, and the two entered the Kitchen.

“Take the girls to the spare room, but keep ‘em naked,” Joe told his wife.

Neither girl resisted. Not knowing what was to come next made the girls even more afraid. Joe’s wife was friendly but aloof toward the girls as she did her husband’s bidding.

Soon after, Doc Woods, Joe, Clem, and Joe’s wife all gathered around the bed.

“Now you girls have been behaving shamefully,” the Doc said as he examined both the girls. “What would your parents say, not to mention everyone in town? I’ve made a deal with Joe here, and if you go through with it, no matter what the result, Joe and the boys will say nothing about what they saw in the swamp. The deal is you are to let me undertake an experiment that I have used successfully on several different animals in the past two years with a high success rate.”

“What will you do.” Scared and nervous, Jenny wanted to know what would happen to them.

“You will be given a course of anti-rejection injections, then you will be implanted with eggs from a Sow. I have already collected them from a number of my customers very highly prized animals, and they are ready to be implanted. When the rejection treatment is completed, you will be taken to Joe’s Boar’s and mated. In a little under four months from now, you will give birth to several piglets.”

“No, no way am I going to let you do that,” Jenny became unconvincingly defiant.

“Young lady, the way I see it, you have no choice. Suppose you don’t agree to do this. In that case, Joe will send his pictures to one of those sleazy magazines, and the video will be either released on the internet or sold to the highest bidder. Joe or his son’s will not harm you but your reputation will be tatters.

Jenny and Olivia were stunned. They looked at each other but said nothing, and then they looked at the doctor. First, Jenny and then Olivia nodded assent for the doctor to continue. The girls had choices, of course, but neither was brave enough to attempt to walk out.

What the girls didn’t know was that because of the heavy rain, the pictures and videos were very dark and grainy. No matter what was done to the pictures, there was not enough detail to identify the girls or even if they were girls in the pictures.

During the intervening week, the girls were injected daily with the anti-rejection needle, and Joe and his sons made the old barn tack room into a cell where the girls remained. They were not exactly imprisoned. They had been given access to all of the barn but were told that leaving the barn area would be considered a breach of their agreement, and Joe would release the pictures as he had warned. Seven days after their capture, the Doc returned. The girls were given a complete physical before the doctor decided that they were ready for implantation.

“Now, ladies, this is how it will happen. I will implant the eggs into the lining of your womb then, in six hours, you will be taken to the breading crush that Joe and the lads have made for this event. You will be mated in turn by a separate Boar. Then, each day, you will be taken to the Boar to be serviced until you test positive for pregnancy. Then, you will be allowed to return home as if nothing has happened. In three weeks you will both be able to tell your friends that you have been selected to assist in some animal research with a Canadian University, and you will be gone for about six months. Of course, you will go nowhere, but you will return here, understand?” the girls nodded apprehensively.

“Are you still prepared to go through with this?”

Both girls nodded again. Even after a week, they lacked the courage to call the Doc and Joe’s bluff.

“Now lay back on the bed.” the Doc instructed

Jenny was serene as the Doc inserted an endoscope into her vagina.

“Get me that vile Clem, the one with the purple top.”

“This one?”

“Yes, that’s the one, now watch the screen there’” the doctor fitted the vile to a needle attached to the endoscope and began to implant Jenny’s womb with eggs. One at a time, the eggs were placed carefully into the side of the girl’s womb, and everyone in the room could see what was happening on the computer screen.

The doctor, well veterinary doctor, was using a video monitor to view his work in progress. Jenny shuddered each time she felt the prick that indicated another egg had been lodged in the membrane of her womb. She felt so out of control, so used by these horrible people. Then she went into self-blame mode and blamed herself and her lust for the wild swamp beasts for her and Olivia’s predicament.

Everything had been quiet as everyone in the room watched the Doc perform his implantation work then the spell was broken.

“There are six hog eggs, all tucked away safely.”

“ I thought I saw seven eggs Doc’” Clem Observed.

“Yes, there were boys. One is her own. OK. This one finished now the other one.”

The girls were left in the small room when the Doctor had finished. For more than an hour, they just sat naked, absorbed in their thoughts of what was to become of them. Life had gotten complicated in the past ten days, and there appeared to be no way out of this mess. Then Olivia heard a voice, and she looked sharply at Jenny. She indicated by a nod that she had heard it as well. The voice, no voices, was now just outside the barn wall.

“The old man was as cranky as all hell when he found out those pictures were useless, and he couldn’t fix ‘‘em.”

“Yeah, so do you reckon he would have sold ‘‘em if the girls got pregnant to the Boar, even though he said he wouldn’t.”

“He sure would. He wasn’t going to pass up the money. He could get heaps for pictures like that. Those sluts sure know how to hump hogs. Can’t wait to watch ‘em in action again. Paw said he was going to video them being rooted this afternoon. It won’t be as good as in the wild, but I haven’t seen anything like it on the internet.” the voices of the two boys faded off as they walked to the far end of the barn to do some chores.

For a long moment, the girls looked at each other and realized these horrible men would expose them if they were videoed with the pigs. They knew immediately that they had to escape before the Doc returned.

Jenny edged from the room, avoiding the creaking door by climbing through the partial opening that served as a window, and moved quietly to the far end of the barn. Olivia headed to the big barn door and peered out. Neither girl heard nor saw anything and said so when Jenny went to Join Olivia by the barn door.

“The side door leads directly into the swamp. If we can get out there, we may have a chance.” Jenny suggested even as Olivia was crossing to the small side door. She slid it open a fraction and cautiously looked out. Then she signaled quickly for Jenny to join her.

“Those boys seem to have gone to the other shed over there,” she pointed. “If we go out there and keep close to the wall before heading to the swamp, we might not be seen. Oh! And our canoe is just near the landing as well. We might be able to take that if we’re lucky.” Jenny agreed.

Without another word, the girls slid from the barn and, in less than a minute, were in the water. Another minute and they had reached the side of the canoe. It seemed best if they pushed the canoe further into the swamp before trying to climb aboard. Getting into a floating canoe can sometimes be noisy, and any noise could draw attention. Fifteen minutes later, they were paddling deeper into the swamp. They had made their escape.

“Will they come after us?” Olivia wondered out loud.

“I don’t think they have any option, so we had better put some distance between them and us.”

They were losing light and energy fast when they finally beached the canoe.

“Do you know where we are, Jen?” a tired and worried Olivia inquired.

“I’ve got a rough idea. We’re about a mile east of where we were camped last week. We’ll rest here until midnight, then make for the swamp’s edge and try to get home in the dark tomorrow night. Better cover ourselves with mud to stop the insects making dinner out of us.” The girls had rested uncomfortably for several hours when silently from the swamp appeared a big black shadow. It was the Swamp Boar.

“Oh god, Jenny, it’s the Boar,” Olivia moaned, “I know what he wants.”

The Boar came from the swamp with his entourage of Sows. Predictably, he came straight to the girls.

“Hello, big fella,” Jenny greeted flippantly. “What do you want?”

“I know what he wants,” Jenny hissed. “He wants pussy. That’s what he wants.”

By this time, the big Boar was already sniffing and bumping Jenny, indicating that indeed he did want pussy. Jenny descended to the ground, and the Boar teased her with his familiar pushing and nudging. He then sniffed her behind. Jenny felt something warm splashing on to her hand and arm and gasped. The Boar was marking his territory by peeing on the ground and her.

“Jen, don’t let him. Remember what the Doc did to us,” but the warning was too late the Boar was already mounting her.

Jenny couldn’t run even if she had a mind to as the Boar’s front legs were clamped tightly about her waist. The flair of her human hips made a perfect leverage point for the Boar to hold and draw himself into the tiny waiting body beneath him.

As usual, the mountainous Boar took some time to find Jenny’s vagina. By the time he had found it, her behind and pubic hair were soaked in the Boar’s pre-cum, paving the way for his long, thin shaft to enter her sheath. Once the Boar was inside, Jenny could feel the twisting penal tip searching for her cervical channel. She shuddered with anticipation. The pleasant feeling was somewhat dampened by knowing she would almost certainly be impregnated from the very event she was escaping from.

From the corner of her eye, Jenny saw Olivia back away toward the canoe.

“What are you doing?” she hissed at the retreating friend.

“I’m not waiting on my turn,” she replied. “I’m going over to that island.”

Olivia pointed to another small patch of higher land some fifteen yards away. A deep channel of moving water separated the two islands. Still, it was no haven if the Boar wanted to service Olivia. The other island was just a short swim, and swamp Boars were reasonably good swimmers.

“But, Liv. If he wants you, he will have you. It’s not like you haven’t…” Jenny paused and expelled a long breath. “Ooohhhhh… He’s locked in,” she groaned.

Olivia had slid into the canoe and was silently gliding toward the island. Jenny watched her friend slide off but said nothing more. The Boar’s hot poker was forcing Jenny’s attention to her lower belly, which was about to be flooded with a sea of sperm.

Olivia was disembarking from the beached canoe when Jenny saw three dark forms rise to meet her. Olivia’s scream pierced the night as the three bachelor Boars surrounded the naked girl. As the giant Boar began to spray Jenny’s cervical channel and womb with life-giving sperm, she saw her friend sinking to the ground under the attention of the young beasts around her. Several more screams were heard from the adjacent Island as Olivia was taken and impregnated against her will.

The young Boars had been rough as they knocked Olivia to the ground, then pushed and shoved at the stricken young woman until she finally relented and rose to her hands and knees. Immediately, the young Boars were squabbling over which one would be first. In the process, Olivia had been trampled on twice by the sharp Boars trotters. This resulted in several screams that echoed around the swamp. It took some time, but one of the Boars finally dominated and claimed his prize.

Olivia, defeated and dejected, was mounted and eventually entered. The Boar was extremely rough on the tiny human Sow. He was rutting, and when he finally found her cervix Olivia let out another cry as the screwing tip entered her deeply. Tears of resignation flowed down her cheeks as the first of the Boar’s seed sprayed the walls of her womb, fertilizing her eggs.

Jenny herd Olivia’s cry and knew what was happening. At the same time, her own Boar lover was dismounting after filling his human Sow. Jenny peered into the darkness at the moving mass on the other Island. Still, could not determine Boar’s from Olivia at this distance. Jenny was serviced three times by the giant swamp Boar before dawn finally broke.

Olivia’s succession of swamp lovers seemed insatiable, and she was bruised, battered, and swollen by the time the last young Boar slipped off into the swamp to feed. Jenny had fared better but had been bitten twice by her vigorous companion and had a huge bruise on her neck and shoulder, plus bruising to her ribs and breast from the clutching of her beastly lover.

The giant swamp Boar didn’t leave until mid-morning taking Jenny once more before he left to feed. The girls, by now, were also hungry, tired, and needed to wash badly. There original plan, to escape the swamp last night, had been foiled by the arrival of the Boar’s. Now, they would have to wait until the evening to sneak into town to seek help.

A short while after the last hogs had left, the battered girls helped each other into the canoe and slowly made for the swamp fringe where they planned to wash in one of the numerous streams feeding the large expanse of swampland. Only when they had both washed the mud and grime from their bodies was the extent of the previous night’s wounds obvious. The girls were still hungry and would have to remain that way until tonight, but the creek water could slake their thirst.

The girls rested, making themselves as comfortable as possible in the cramped canoe about fifty yards from the shore concealed in shrubs. In the unlikely event of anyone coming to this part of the swamp, they would not be able to be seen from the shore. They only planned what they would do after dark when they felt safe.

“Jen, what will we do? We have to get some clothes quickly.”

“Well, I think we’ll have to trust someone. We can’t risk being caught naked stealing clothes from someone’s clothesline. Who can we trust with this sort of secret?”

“Margaret,” Olivia suggested without hesitation.

After a pause, Jenny agreed. “Yes, Margaret, she lives closest to the edge of town, and I know she will help even if she doesn’t understand. There’s also the other problem of the piglets growing in here,” Jenny pointed to her stomach.

“We mightn’t be pregnant yet,” Olivia didn’t even convince herself with the forlorn hope.

“If Doc was right, we were both pregnant. My stomach was swimming in bore semen loaded with little tadpoles just climbing over each other to get at those implanted eggs. You must have pints of the stuff inside you, girl. No, we’re pregnant. There’s no doubt in the world.” Jenny was firm in her convictions. “The way I see it, the only way to get rid of the little buggers is to approach the Doc and hope he won’t turn us into Joe.”

It was a long day in a cramped canoe, but both girls got a little sleep, and even before the sun had gone down, they set out on the ten-mile journey to town. The going was difficult. Sticks and branches cut their feet and bodies as they hugged the edge of the forest. Twice in the initial stages, they only just made the shelter of the undergrowth as cars approached.

By midnight, they had only gone halfway, and they decided to take the risk and make their way along the grassy verge, which would be softer on their feet, and the going would be clear. The only problem was that if a vehicle did come along the road, the opportunity to seek a safe hiding place until it passed would be more difficult. Still, it was midnight, and there was not much traffic on the roads.

Finally, as the dim glow of another sunrise painted the sky with muted tones, the girls arrived at Margaret’s house. Some frantic widow tapping got their mutual friends’ attention. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the naked and battered girls on the lawn outside.

“Don’t just gape at us. Let us in,” Jenny hissed. Without uttering a word, the slack-jawed Margaret let the girls into her bedroom.

“Can you get us some food? We’re starving,” Margaret said, Looking from one to the other. She nodded and disappeared. She soon returned with cereal, milk, bowels, and spoons and placed them on her bedside table.

“I suppose you’re going to tell me what has happened to you both,” she hissed.

Both girls nodded but said nothing and began to eat. Margaret returned to her closet with two old dressing gowns and handed them to the girls. The girls ignored them until they had finished their bowls of serial and topped them up for seconds.

“What the hell is going on,” she almost screamed but checked herself to avoid waking her parents.

It took a while, but Jenny and Olivia told the stunned friend what had happened to them over the past two weeks.

“Good god in heaven,” Margaret muttered, biting her knuckles. “You did it with pigs, wild pigs. It’ll be over town if old Joe saw you do it.”

It took some more time, but the girls finally convinced Margaret that their story was true and that she had to help them. The first thing for her to do was to get some clothes from both their homes then she had to get the Doc to visit her nonexistent pet after her parents had left for work. Then, it would be up to all of them to convince the Doc to abort the fetus and say nothing.

Margaret’s parents left for work at eight-thirty, followed closely by Margaret. On her visit to retrieve clothes for her two friends, she tried to understand what the girls had told her. Her mind was swimming with the Idea of her friends being screwed by filthy swamp Boar, perhaps she would understand what they had done later, but for now, she would help them. By then, she had returned with clothes and toiletries so the girls could feel human again. Jenny and Olivia had both showered and were waiting.

“The vet will be here at eleven,” Margaret informed her friends. We’ll wait for him in the study. Right on time, Doc arrived, and when the girls confronted him, he went on the attack.

“We had a deal, ladies, and you broke that deal. What do you want from me now? I take it that this sick animal of your friend doesn’t exist, am I right?”

“Yes, you’re right, Doc,” Jenny, trying to keep herself under control, replied. “As for your or Joe’s deal, it doesn’t hold. Joe had no pictures or video, so all deals are off.”

“What did you say? No pictures,” He paused and looked puzzled before continuing. “Then why did you agree to go through with the implants.” Again, Doc paused, “He did catch you, didn’t he? The pictures didn’t come out, that’s it, isn’t it? You two were screwing Boars, but the pictures didn’t come out. How did you find out?”

A rush of questions was answered by Olivia followed by a description of what had transpired after their escape.

“The wild Boars have fertilized the implants, and you want me to abort them.”

He scratched his chin for some time before he answered. “Won’t do it, girls. This is my one chance to prove that women can be surrogates to beast offspring, and I won’t deliberately abort my work.”

“Doc, you have to help us. There’s no one else we can go to. Neither of us wants to have these piglets. You must help us. We only agreed to go through with it to save our reputation; now, we don’t have to. Please, you must,” Jenny pleaded, but the Doc saw an opportunity to exploit these young, vulnerable women.

“Tell you what. I’ll hide you away until you birth the young, and you can return with your reputation intact. We’ll use the same pretext for your absence as we were going to before: research in Canada. You can give me a map to his still to get Joe off your back. He told me you followed him to it.

“You know that swamp and anyone around here, so drawing a map shouldn’t be too much trouble. I’ll have the authorities bust him, and still, he’ll go to jail this time. I know the old devil relies on that moonshine income to keep the farm going, and without it, he’ll have to sell up and move when he gets out of prison.”

The three women looked at each other, and there seemed no alternative. The Doc continued to speak. “One more thing: This young woman goes with you. We don’t want any loose ends, agreed?”

“No, we want to talk about it,” Jenny was quick to reply

“You may talk all you want, but your alternatives are, you agree, and you can continue your life as if nothing has happened in four- or five months. You might decide not to accept my offer and seek someone else to perform your abortion with the danger of your secret being exposed. You may go to the police and, if you could, by chance, get anyone to believe you, there would be repercussions.

“Just think of the numerous tests they will put you through to prove that what you tell them is true. Then there will be sniggering and all sorts of smutty jokes at your expense, as well as the trial and the publicity. Of course, you may decide to do nothing and live life as if nothing has happened, but just how do you explain your growing tummy and your very strange children?

“Oh! The other alternative is going someplace yourself and taking the risk of giving birth to your offspring without help. As I said, you can agree or go your own way. I won’t stand in your way, but make up your minds quickly,” Doc finished.

Faced with the obvious outcomes, it didn’t take long for the girls to agree. Margaret took a little longer to convince, but the Doc explained that he would forge an official document containing the offer of research assistant work to make it easy for all parties to explain their absences to friends and family.

The pregnancies went well, and after 115 days from that eventful night in the swamp, Olivia went into labor. Five hours later, she had expelled the sixth in a perfect list of piglets. Doc had them removed immediately to a surrogate so that he could brought in for the event. Jenny took another eight days to go into labor.

By this time, she was finding walking difficult. Her labor was more difficult, and she had guessed that her piglets were somewhat larger than those of Olivia’s litter because of the father’s size. However, once she had given birth to the first of the babies, the others came out quickly. These piglets were also rushed off to a surrogate Sow to be nurtured.

Both girls were allowed to visit the pens where the young piglets were cared for, and they did so regularly. Olivia had recovered from the birth well by the time Jenny entered labor. The girls had talked extensively with each other about their feelings and attachment to the young pigs.

Soon after Olivia’s confinement she had said that she had no long-term attachment to the pig offspring beyond that felt by an owner of a litter of puppies or kittens. Jenny did have some sense of loss, but in these initial stages, both girls were just as glad to be normal once again.

Olivia’s belly quickly regained its former flatness three weeks after the birth. She had guessed that it was because of the short gestation period. Jenny, who had been much bigger, was also recovering well. When the Doc arrived on his usual weekend visit, the girls informed him they were well enough to return home.

“Well, ladies, it’s like this. I need to do more research, and I was hoping you would help. All three of you.”

“No, no way, Doc. No, we’re finished. We lived up to our part of the bargain, and now we’re going.” Jenny, as usual, was the spokesperson

“You haven’t heard my offer yet.”

“We don’t want to, Doc. I know it’s something to do with getting pregnant again, but we have given you those piglets now we’re leaving.”

“Ladies. Ladies. You can’t leave. I have gone to a lot of expense to bring these beasts in from a defunct zoo down south, and I need three willing women to participate in this experiment.”

“We are not willing to participate in anything, Doc. Not anything, you hear.”

“Oh, yes, I hear. But this time, I have to insist. Unlike Joe, I have a perfect album of pictures of you giving birth to piglets. Both of you. I have already sounded out a few magazines. They are interested if my story is genuine, and we know it is, don’t we? Here, read their replies.”

He handed the girls a bundle of letters. The girls read all six letters and handed them back to Doc. They were genuine, and so were his photos. “OK, Doc. What animals are you talking about? I’m not saying yes, but I’ll listen,” Jenny replied.

“Hogs. Warthogs, to be exact,” Doc said.

“You’re joking. You want us to mate those ugly beasts?” Jenny said incredulously.”

“What’s your definition of ugly, Jenny? Those swamp Boars were not exactly cute. Have you ever seen a Warthog up close? They are different but no uglier than any other member of the hog family.”

“OK, you’re saying we have no choice, and you will force us to be mated to these Warthogs?”

“That’s about the size of it, but you and Olivia can wait a while. You need more recovery time. Margaret will be first.”

“No, you don’t. Margaret’s not part of this. Remember, she hasn’t been with a Boar before. She’s just here for insurance. You said so yourself,” Jenny said.

“Maybe I said something like that,” Doc replied. “But she’s here and dealt herself in when taken into your confidence. Now, she will experience the delights of my special hogs. She won’t be implanted at first. I will put her in with different hogs to see how they deal with a human Sow.”

“No,” Jenny was adamant. “You want my cooperation? You leave Margaret out of it.”

Margaret spoke for the first time. “It’s OK, Jenny, I’ll do it. I want to do it. You have told me so much about the Boars and everything that I have wished I could be with one just to see what it was like for myself. I’ll do it, Doc,” Margaret volunteered.

“Olivia, what do you say?” Doc inquired.

“I agree with Jenny. I would prefer that Margaret wasn’t drawn into this, but she has decided. I don’t have a choice, so I can do nothing but agree. Do we see these Hogs today?”

“Right now, if you like,” Doc turned and walked from the house, and the girls followed.

When they reached the large red barn, Doc opened the small door and let the girls enter. He directed them to the end of the barn that was sectioned off. It had an extensive access area to an extensive outside yard, about half an acre. Six separate pens were in the sectioned-off area, and a Boar warthog was in each. Jenny and Olivia noticed that all but one of the hogs was smaller than the swamp Boar that had fathered Olivia’s piglets and much smaller than the Giant Swamp Boar.

One of the Warthogs was quite large and probably a different type to the others. It was certainly a distinct color. All of the Warthogs had sparse black hair covering the gray skin of their body. Behind their large heads was a mane descending the spine to the middle of their back. The large Boar was essentially the same, apart from his coloring.

The large Boar was between five and six feet long and thirty inches tall. The others were about four feet long and a little shorter. Jenny guessed that the large Boar was at least 350 pounds and the others about two hundred.

“I think one of the smaller ones would be best to start with, don’t you?” The Doc turned to Jenny with his inquiries. Jenny nodded her approval on behalf of her friend. Doc then turned to Margaret. “Are you ready, young lady?”

At that moment, Margaret felt like running but knew she couldn’t. It was a bit like being on a roller-coaster, and it had reached the top of the big arch. You know that even if you want to get off, you can’t.

“Yes, I’m ready,” Margaret answered a little shakily.

“You undress, and I’ll be back in a moment,” the Doc said, hurrying to a small room at the other end of the barn.

He returned with a briefcase that contained two tubes, each tube had a foot-like arrangement on one end. A ball joint coupling fitted a padded cross piece to each tube. The Doc then had Margaret slip her arms into the tubes. He adjusted the length until the padded cross piece rested snugly against the girl’s chest.

“These will help you support the Boar’s weight.”

The Doc then strapped some knee guards and a padded protector for her shins and feet. Finally, he rubbed her behind and inner thighs with a damp cloth. ”That will keep him interested,” the Doc grinned and slapped Margaret’s butt playfully.

The Doc was like a child with a new and stimulating toy as he asked Margaret to pick her first Boar lover. “Which one girl you choose, you choose.” With her arms held straight out in front like something from a zombie movie, Margaret indicated the one on the left.

The Doc then helped Margaret into the large straw-covered area and supported her as she dropped to her hands and knees. Then he offered some last-minute advice.

“Now, I want you to try out the supports. Your arms will remain straight, but the ball joints on the crosspiece will allow you a fair bit of movement to crawl. Crawl up to the pens and back now.

Margaret did as instructed, and as she got close to the pens, all the Boars began to make strange squealing and grunting noises. By the time Margaret returned to where Doc stood, the noise of the sexually aroused Boar was making conversation hard to hear in the confined space of the barn.

“When I let this fellow out, he may be a little skittish at first, and the other Boars will get pretty excited, so it will be up to you to stay calm. These beasts have got a sniff of your pussy, and all they want is to bury themselves inside you and fertilize you. They can’t, not just now, at any rate. Keep moving about and make him work for your treasure. He will probably indicate that he wants to mate with you by laying his head on your rump.

“When you stop and spread your legs a bit, he will take that as a sign that you accept him. Hogs usually take a few tries to find their mark, and the wetter you are, the better. Don’t let him on until you feel ready. It will be better for you.”

Doc moved to the end of the sectioned-off yard and climbed out. There were several leavers, and he pulled one.

Immediately, the Warthog was out. Trotting around the yard his short tail held high as he jogged. He closed in on the woman that smelled like a Sow. Margaret watched the young Boar as she moved slowly forward. It closed in, sniffing the air, then as he got close, he shoved his snout onto Margaret’s behind. The girl moved away as quickly as she could, but not before the Boar tried for the first time to lay his head on her behind.

Margaret gave a little shiver, and the Boar began a series of rhythmic grunts that sounded like the clatter of a two-stroke motor. The other Boars were rowdy and restless, bumping into their pen rails to get to her. For some unfathomable reason, this sort of lust focused on her was stimulating.

The Boar was circling the young woman, and as he did, he repeatedly nudged her flanks and her genital area, contacting his firm, wet snout. Margaret felt her vagina becoming wet in response to the Boar’s ministration. Still, she continued to move away from the beast’s advances slowly.

The animal was not giving the human Sow much room as he explored each opportunity. Finally, Margaret paused in her awkward crawl. The Boar closed in and nudged her. Then, the heavy weight of his head was on her flank. She trembled at the firm contact and paused longer than she wanted. Margaret felt, rather than observed, the Boar shuffle as if about to rise.

She edged away almost reluctantly, and the Boar’s head dropped off. Margaret paused several feet away and waited for the Boar to close again. When he was close enough to nudge her flank, she again moved away and stopped. Margaret was wondering what would come next as the Boar closed again. She nudged her playfully several times before the head came down again. Margaret moved off.

Several more advances by the Boar had the young woman feeling positively runny, and she clenched her groin muscles tightly in an involuntary action. Still, when the Boar approached again, she moved off, teasing him. Still making those ragged motor sounds, the Boar began a series of circling manurers. This time, he was cramping her tightly, forcing Margaret to stop. The Boar again lay its head on her rump, but now she didn’t feel inclined to move. She waited, trembling, for the Boar’s next move.

The Boar felt the human Sow shivering under his heavy jaw. Her smell was strong and another smell, a smell he could not work out, but it was pleasant and inviting and coming from her vagina. The Warthog held his head firmly on her behind for several more seconds until her flanks dropped. The human Sow was spreading herself in what he knew as the breading posture. He needed no more invitation and lifted above the girl to claim his prize.

This hog and the others in the barn had been imported directly from Africa. They had matured in the wild before being captured. Their zoo captivity had been short before financial problems had forced the sale of most of the zoo’s assets, the warthogs were among those assets. This hog had already fathered several litters before capture and knew his way around Sows.

As he had pursued Margaret about the yard for twenty minutes, he had the opportunity to study her. She was defiantly ugly in his eyes, but she smelled of heat, which interested her. His needs were great, but it took him some time to discover the source of the female odor. As he circled the human Sow, he detected between her slightly parted legs the glistening grove of her vulva with slightly puffy folds showing a hint of a pink opening. The odor and appearance told him this was the girl’s vaginal opening.

She attempted to move forward when mounting the trembling maiden Sow, but he could not let her dislodge him. His long front legs clamped about the human Sow and dragged backward to become more firmly seated. In doing so, he drew a sharp cry from his partner as his dewclaws raked her flesh brutally.

Undeterred, he began to search for her opening with his pencil-thin penis. At first, he was nowhere near his target. Too high, too low, and all over the girl’s rear and thighs wandered the twisting member. Margaret was trembling more violently, and a low sobbing moan was vibrating through her into her partner above. Then the screwing tip felt wet. The girl also felt the contact and held her breath.

Doc had not taken his eyes off the events unfolding in the yard. Jenny nudged Olivia and pointed to the obvious erection in Doc’s trousers. Both girls were also fascinated by the courtship of the Boar with his Sow and were also stimulated.

Margaret felt the light touch of the Boar’s hot wet penis on her sex. It wouldn’t be long now. The tip was starting to squirt a warm spray onto her, and she held her breath in expectation. Then, with a single shove, The Boar speared into her depths, drawing a loud sigh of surprise and delight from the Sow girl.

Margaret felt the path of the penis shaft as it berried itself inside her. All the sensation of the coupling was from the difference in body temperature not the snug fit. This very temperature difference easily identified the wriggling of the tip deep inside the less sensitive regions of her sheath. The Boar was humping, searching for the tight cervix that would grip and stimulate the Boar to ejaculate.

Several sharp nudges against jennies sensitive cervical tip brought gasps of discomfort from the girl being ravished. Then a deep electric stab of pain shot up into her stomach as the Boar penis finally entered and locked in her cervix. He stopped humping, and Margaret knew she was about to receive the hog’s copious load. The Boar lay with his head flat on Margaret’s back, huffing and grunting with excitement as white frothy slobber dribbled from his lips, forming a pool on her back before small rivulets began to trickle down her ribs. After a short pause, the Boar began to spray his seminal fluid into the human Sow’s waiting receptive womb.

Margaret felt the jets of ejaculate spurting into her belly for maybe thirty seconds. It slowed into and became more measured surges. Finally, the liquid feeling constantly spread warmth until the Boar stopped inseminating her altogether. The Boar rested on his human Sow for some time, breathing heavily, before he slowly detached from her vagina, paused once more then was gone. As she felt the weight slide from her, Margaret turned forward and saw the Boar still standing, eyeing her intently.

Margaret was still shaking gently from the experience; her whole body glowed red from the physical excitement. She began to crawl away from the Buck that had just vacated her, but he followed. In her confusion, she was heading toward the Buck pens. The Warthogs, which had settled a little after the selected hog had claimed her, now recommenced their agitated excitement vocally and physically.

The renewed noise brought Margaret out of the fog of sexual euphoria. She turned away from the pens, still followed by her Boar lover. The Doc called her to the fence. She responded, followed closely by the Boar. When she reached the fence, she stood up.

“How do you feel, Margaret?” the Doc inquired.

Margaret smiled broadly at the other girls and the Doc.

“I’m fine, Doc,” she responded as she pushed the attentive hog away with her hand as he rubbed her leg with his wart covered face.

Undeterred, the Boar was instantly back-nudging the girl.

“I think he wants me again, Doc,” she smiled.

Without saying another word, she sank to her knees and crawled to the center of the yard. The Boar was immediately in attendance and circling Margaret making the clattering noise of a Warthog wanting to mate. The girl paused, allowing the Boar to place his head on her back. Then, without further teasing, she parted her legs enough to open herself to the demanding Boar. Ten minutes later, the Boar had finished and dismounted. This time, Doc herded the Boar into the vacant pen and, without a word, released another animal. Margaret didn’t protest.

The second Boar was eager. White froth covered his jowls as he ran into the yard. After being serviced twice in the last half hour, Margaret began understanding how the hogs courted the female. Although getting tired, she kept moving around on all fours for many minutes until the Boar, who had circled closer and closer to the female of his lust, got close enough to sniff her flanks. This Boar was also making the clattering motor noise the girl had become accustomed to from her previous suitor. Finally, the beast made Margaret stop. When she did he nudged her firmly on her underbelly and rump and sniffed her excitedly. The warthog then placed his oversized head on her rump. Margaret let him rest it there for a few seconds, then swung away.

The Boar was having none of the teasing that Margaret had gotten away with when the first Boar pursued her. He immediately closed on the girl, using his weight against her side to hassle her into the corner of the yard where she was confined. The Boar again rested his head on Margaret’s rump in a clear sign to her of his desire to copulate with her. Margaret felt the mood of the beast. He had become impatient, and she relented. Margaret arched her back a little and spread her knees to open herself to the anxious Warthog. He raised his head and immediately mounted her quickly and humped into her briskly after finding her slick opening.

This warthog was rough on the girl, raking her sides with his dew claws as he sought to climb further into the girl he was covering. When he finally berried into her dilated cervical furrow, she screamed and began to cry. Margaret was still sobbing when the hog disengaged. Doc had seen enough for now, and when the hog had dismounted, he returned it to its pen. Margaret stumbled from the yard, her sides bleeding from the rough mating.

Margaret was still crying when Jenny and Olivia got her to the house. The girls bathed her, and the Doc patched up her external wounds. An internal examination showed some small scratches that would be best left to heal for a few days, but otherwise, Margaret was OK.

Fortunately, she was mentally OK as well. After she settled down, she could talk about her ordeal with the second Boar, who seemed to have become over-excited before he was allowed with her. Still, perhaps he was just a mean one. Whatever the case, she didn’t want to be put to him again. She said the first Boar was great, and she had even enjoyed herself after the initial hesitancy because of the unknown. Teasing and being teased by such an animal was stimulating and exciting, and she wanted to do it again.

While Doc had all his equipment out, Olivia and Jenny were given a complete examination. This was something Jenny was not able to become accustomed to, but she never complained.

“Well, Olivia, you seem fine. Everything is back in place, and there seems to be no reason why you can’t immediately go to the Boars and replace Margaret.

Now committed to Doc’s plan, Olivia was keen to begin her part. However, at this point, it was still not clear what the entire plan was. She wanted the thrill of the tease and contact with these ugly hogs. She had become aroused by watching Margaret being courted and mounted, and she wanted her turn.

“When Doc,” she enquired in a willing tone.

“We’ll try again tomorrow.” He then turned to Jenny.

“Jenny, you’re mending fast, but we’ll leave you for another week.” Jenny was almost disappointed.

“Doc, I’m OK, I feel fine.”

“No, not just yet. I am waiting on a call, and by then, I’ll know how much urgency we will need to put on the program I have outlined for you.”

Olivia returned to the barn with Doc and her two friends the next day. Although the Doc hadn’t fully disclosed his plans, it appeared essential that all the Warthogs be adept at screwing humans before he would use implants. Olivia was dressed like Margaret before being led into the yard.

The Hog that had roughed up Margaret was chosen as the first to be released. He entered the yard with his head and tail held high in a comic-book manner. Doc had expected a more placid Boar today, but he again came out of his pen in an aggressive mood. This time he hadn’t been stirred up by watching another Boar rutting and smelling the scent of a female in heat for forty minutes. Doc had left it to the last minute to put the Sow scent on Olivia’s behind. Olivia was no novice at taking rough swamp Boars, and this one appeared no different. However, she was wrong.

The Warthog Boar eyed Olivia carefully as he made several turns around the compound. He recognized her as different from the first human Sow, not by looks but by odor. Satisfied that she was the same puny Sow stock as the soft pink Sow of the previous day, he decided to move in. He quickly closed on the new Sow until he was at her side sniffing and nudging the small pink human before stepping back to see the reaction of the strange Sow.

Olivia had not moved from the spot she had reached before the gate was opened to release this cantankerous beast. As the Warthog approached, Olivia turned slightly so he was side on to her. The Boar lowered his head, sniffing her flank and then moving to her behind. She seemed willing enough, so he went fully behind the girl and drove his snout between her legs, snorting and snuffling to devour her heat scent.

Olivia parted her legs on demand. She had no plans to antagonize this creature. She was genuinely scared of this one. The Boar seemed aggressive and impatient in everything he did. He nudged Olivia until she turned away, placing him at her rear. He again drove his snout between Olivia’s slightly splayed legs. A trembling feeling of foreboding of what was to come ran through her, and she involuntarily began to pee with fear.

Olivia blushed red with embarrassment at letting the other people see this happen. She recalled the events in the swamp months before when the gang of three swamp Boars had raped her. Olivia had been afraid then and peed with fear, and it sprayed the face of the most attentive Boar on that occasion. She was afraid of this fellow, not of the invading twisting shaft. She had handled bigger Boars than him. The brutal way this brute went about his rutting was scary.

Seeing the girl spray was a sure sign of her preparedness to accept a mate in Warthog land Sows peed frequently when they were in estrous. The Warthog decided that she was ready. He let the pee trickle across his nose as he sniffed the small pink Sow. Her female entrance was not like others he had seen, but her gash with the lips slightly parted at the top near her, but hole looked inviting. He shuffled closer and lay his ugly head on Olivia’s rump.

Olivia knew the demand from her observations of Margaret’s activities yesterday. She opened herself to the male beast by spreading her knees wider under the force of the Warthog’s large head. Her vagina was not very wet at this point, but she was not going to resist this demanding beast any longer.

The Warthog was on her like a flash. He started his vigorous humping and dragging at the female with his legs as he had done with Margaret. His sharp dewclaws scraped along her ribs until he was dragging her well-rounded human hips back to his seeking, twisting shaft.

The Boar was frantic, climbing, trying to access her warm depths. To Olivia’s surprise, the wort hog Boar found her dry opening immediately. Even though his shaft was thin, she felt the dry chafing of his penetration that was somewhat eased by his seminal discharge that lubricated his path.

The Boar was relentless as he continued to slam into Olivia’s supple body while his head swung from side to side, raking her with his tusks as it did. At the same time, his legs raked her tender flesh near her flanks. This hog was frantic and insatiable. His brutal humping and body action seemed to bring the girl under him to a near swoon.

Finally, to Olivia’s relief, the Boar’s screwing penis head entered her cervix and locked in. Immediately, he became motionless and began to shoot his seed deep into her womb.

Jenny turned to Doc as he watched with some concern the hog brutalize the women into whom he was locked.

“Doc, we can’t work with this hog. He’s too rough. Look at Margaret’s rib cage.” She lifted Margaret’s blouse to emphasize her point, and now Olivia.”

The Doc didn’t turn toward Jenny as he watched the Boar now resting on Olivia, dribbling frothy spittle onto her back as he drained the last of his semen into the now quiet girl.

Minutes later, the Boar slipped from Olivia’s battered. “Olivia,” the Doc called. “Get over here before he decides to have you again.”

“No, no, Liv. Stay there, follow him. Keep nudging him. Make him see that you won’t be intimidated.”

“What are you saying, girl?” Doc turned angrily toward Jenny.

“Doc, she has to make the Boar think that although she’s different. That she’s as tough as any Warthog Sow. Liv, follow him, shove him, make him mate you again.”

Olivia followed the Boar and began to lean on him, nudging the male Warthog with her head. The Boar turned away angrily and moved off. Olivia followed. For maybe five minutes, the victim turned aggressor, worrying the Boar whichever way he went.

“God, Liv, now go into the mating posture.”

Olivia was worried but did as Jenny instructed. The Boar saw the small human Sow stop and offer herself, and he turned and went to her.

Less than ten minutes saw the Boar dismount from his human Sow. Olivia had taken another roughing, but the Boar was less aggressive this time.

Jenny shouted, “Liv, you OK to go again? He has to be worn down. Can you do it? Don’t give the bastard time to rest.”

“I’m pretty sore, but I can do it. He wasn’t too bad that time.”

Twice more, Olivia harried the bore into mating with her until he finally showed reluctance and retreated to his pen.

“Do I follow him,” Olivia called.

“No, I reckon you’ve both had enough.” The Doc was calling a halt.

The Doctor had to return to his practice the next morning, so he instructed Jenny to keep the boars busy. After seeing Jenny pushing Olivia to harass the aggressive Warthog, he knew she would do a better job than he would at getting the Boars as much experience with humans as he could. He called each night for a progress report.

Over the next six days, Olivia and Margaret had sex with all the Boars, except for the largest Warthog. This one had been allocated to Jenny, who had had more experience with the bigger animals particularly the big swamp Boar.

When the Doc returned, he called the girls together.

“Ladies, I have led you to believe you would be implanted again. This is not entirely true. It may happen, but for now, I need money to continue my research, money that my veterinary practice cannot provide, so I have established links with other scientists doing similar research in various places worldwide. Places that don’t have laws that prevent this sort of thing happening.”

The doctor paused for a sip of his tea, then continued, “I am still leading the way with interspecies research, but my minimal funds have dried up. I have agreed to train animals to breed with women. When I learned I might have access to women who had been able to mate successfully with wild hogs, I was asked if I could provide hogs that would happily couple with women. These six Warthogs will be sent to India to a laboratory doing interspecies research. They will provide their women.”

The girls tried to digest what he was saying.

“You want us to train Warthogs for other underground research?” Jenny asked.

“Well, yes, but not just hogs. Hogs at first, but there may be other exotic animals.”

“Like what, for instance.” Jenny seemed interested and the other girls had leaned forward.

“Well, I’m not sure, but many animals have been put forward as potential beasts for training, not all for research. Some animals have the potential for exotic sex shows. I’m not too delighted with this Idea but I have no say in who gets the animals after their broken and shipped out. What you want to do in the future depends on you three ladies.

“I will no longer hold you to any agreement, and all photos will be destroyed or given to you. That’s up to you. I would like the Warthog’s education finished by next week and then you can do as you please. If you are interested in training more animals, I would like to know before I make any agreements,” Doc said.

“Doc, I won’t speak for the others, but if you want other Hogs broken in, I’ll do it. As for the other animals, I’d like to know what they were beforehand to decide if I want to tackle each one. Would it be here or somewhere else?

The Doc shrugged. “It depends on what happens when I talk to the people concerned. I leave with the Warthogs in two weeks, and then I will go to Africa, South America, and a few other places.”

The other two girls Agreed on principle that they would teach the animals to screw women but under the same conditions that Jenny had outlined. The Doc agreed and the next week passed with little incident.

Jenny would offer herself to a Boar for the first time in months. It was the big Warthog, and she was looking forward to making him human-tolerant. The other girls serviced each other Boars twice a day until they were satisfied that they could mount women without too much difficulty.

Jenny was delighted to be back in action as she teased the big Warthog Boar, finally surrendering and spreading herself for service. Although a little rougher than the other hogs, it soon had Jenny locked firmly to its groin as his legs wrapped tightly into her hips. Jenny was trembling with relief and satisfaction when the Boar began to ejaculate deep inside her.

The girls indulged themselves that week, and the Boars were probably more relieved than disappointed to be placed in shipping crates and taken to the airport bound for India.

The Doc had decided to pay Jenny to look after his farm and take incoming calls. This gave her plenty of time to paint and relax, although she often thought of her time, not so long ago, in the swamp with the giant swamp Boar and wondered how he was getting on and if she would ever be able to have him cover her again.

One task the Doc had given the girls was to have passports on hand and be ready to go were ever and whenever they might be needed.

Jenny received a phone call from him two weeks after Doc had gone. He was excited and wanted to know if all three girls could come to India as soon as possible.

“I have made arrangements with the laboratory here for you to break in as many as fifty wild Boars for different jobs, and also, they are talking of the striped hyena and possibly a Bengal tiger.”

“I’m not sure about the tiger, Doc, or the hyena, but the Boars sound interesting. Are Indian wild Boars big or small animals?”

“Pretty big up to six and a half feet long though most are between four and six feet, and the biggest is almost seven hundred pounds, but the others about four to five hundred lb., taller than other Boars. One I measured was 110cm that’s about three foot eight inches.

You will get $2000 for each Boar, and if you take on the hyenas, it’s worth $4000 for each animal and the tiger $8000. There is one catch: they want to film you doing it. But I’m working on that part of the arrangement. I have to know by tomorrow. So, could you find out how the others feel about the deal?

“I won’t come until I know what they want to film and where to use it. I have to say, Doc, that I’m not keen on a video of me screwing pigs or anything else surfacing on U-tube for all my friends and the neighborhood kids to see. We had those piglets so we could avoid other pictures surfacing. I’ll ring the girls and have them here when you call again, buy.”

 

The End.