In a grimy industrial district, freshly eighteen year old Tara, a petite redhead with freckles and a tight body, wandered the streets after a late shift at the bar, her black skirt and crop top clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, her C-cup tits bouncing with each step. She’d heard rumors about the butcher shop on 5th Street—whispers of after-hours “specials”—but her curiosity got the better of her when she saw the flickering neon sign still on at 1 a.m. The door creaked open, and Butch, a hulking man with a scarred face and a 10-inch cock bulging in his blood-stained apron, grinned at her, his yellow teeth glinting. “Come for the meat, sweetheart?” he rasped, locking the door behind her, the click of the bolt sealing her fate.
The shop stank of raw flesh and piss, the air thick with the squeals of pigs in the back. Tara’s green eyes widened as Butch dragged her to the slaughter room, a concrete hell with hooks on the ceiling, a stained drain in the floor, and three massive boars—each 300 pounds, their cocks hard, 14 inches long, knotted and dripping, their balls swinging heavy with seed. Tara screamed, “Let me go, you fucking psycho!” but Butch slapped her hard, her cheek bruising, and ripped her skirt off, her thong snapping, her shaved cunt exposed, her ass trembling. He chained her wrists to a hook, her feet barely touching the ground, her body stretched taut, her tits heaving, her pussy already wet from fear, her nipples hard against the cold air.
Butch unzipped his apron, his cock springing free, thick and veiny, precum leaking as he stroked it, his eyes wild with hunger. “Gonna tenderize you first, you little slut,” he growled, ramming his cock into her cunt, no lube, just raw force, her pussy stretching wide, her walls straining, her screams echoing as he fucked her brutal, his balls slapping her ass, her clit throbbing despite the agony. He pounded her, his cock slamming her cervix, her pussy gushing, cum flooding her womb as he nutted, his seed hot and thick, her belly bulging, cum dripping down her thighs, her cunt gaping, raw and stretched. “Tight little bitch,” he grunted, pulling out, his cock still hard, cum dripping from the tip as he slapped her face with it, smearing his seed across her lips, forcing her to taste it, her gagging fueling his lust.
Butch whistled, and the first boar charged, its hooves clattering on the concrete, its 14-inch cock ramming her ass, the knot swelling, locking inside her, her shitter stretching beyond reason, cum flooding her bowels, her guts burning with the heat of its seed. Tara’s screams turned to gurgles, her ass a gaping mess, the boar’s claws raking her thighs, her body trembling as it pulled out, its knot popping free with a wet squelch, cum gushing, her shitter leaking a river of pig seed. The second boar mounted her cunt, its cock splitting her wide, the knot locking, her pussy gushing as it nutted, its seed bloating her womb, her belly swollen, cum leaking down her thighs, her holes a cum-soaked ruin. “Fuck, no, stop!” she wailed, but the boars didn’t care, their feral instincts driving them to breed her, their squeals mixing with her cries.
The third boar joined, its cock forcing into her mouth, the 14-inch length choking her, her throat clenching, cum and puke spilling from her lips, her eyes streaming tears. The boar fucked her throat, its balls slapping her chin, its cum shooting down her gullet, hot and thick, her gagging mixing with its squeals, her mind breaking under the assault. Butch watched, stroking his cock, nutting on her face, his cum mixing with the pig’s, her face a dripping mess, her holes stretched, her body jerking as the boars traded off, their cocks relentless—cunt, ass, mouth—each thrust tearing her apart. “You’re a fucking pig pen now,” Butch laughed, his voice unhinged, his hand smearing the cum across her face, forcing it into her mouth, her tongue gagging on the taste of pig seed and his filth.
The first boar bred her cunt again, its knot locking, her pussy stretching, cum flooding her womb, while the second fucked her ass, its knot stretching her shitter, cum burning her guts. The third rammed her throat, all three holes filled, her body stretched beyond reason, her mind fracturing. They traded off, the first boar’s knot popping free from her ass, cum gushing, the second breeding her cunt, the third choking her with its cock, their seed flooding her, cum pooling beneath her, her body a trembling wreck. Butch joined in, forcing his cock into her cunt while the first boar fucked her ass, the two cocks stretching her holes, her body a cum-soaked shell, cum gushing from both ends, her womb and bowels flooded, her screams silent, her mind fading.
Butch unchained her, throwing her onto the concrete, her body slick with cum and piss, her holes gaping, her breath shallow. He mounted her ass, his cock ramming her shitter, the pig cum lubing his thrusts, his balls slapping her cunt, his hands choking her throat, her gasps fueling his lust. “Fucking pig slut,” he grunted, nutting deep, his cum mixing with the boars’, her ass a leaking mess. The first boar pounced, its cock slamming her pussy, its knot locking, her womb a cum dump as it nutted, its seed dripping down her thighs, her pussy a cum-soaked ruin. The second boar fucked her throat, its cock choking her, cum gushing, while the third bred her ass, its knot stretching her shitter, cum flooding her bowels, her body jerking, her mind gone.
Butch grabbed a meat hook, its 12-inch handle rusted and jagged, and rammed it into her cunt while the first boar fucked her ass, the metal stretching her pussy, her walls straining, cum gushing, her screams raw. “Take it, you fucking whore,” he growled, fucking her with the hook, the boars squealing, their cocks relentless. The second boar mounted her throat, its knot swelling, cum choking her, while the third fucked her ass beside the first, double-stretching her shitter, her body convulsing, cum flooding out, her holes a gaping mess. Butch pulled the hook out, his cock hard, and forced it into her mouth, the taste of her own cunt and pig cum gagging her, her throat clenching, puke and cum spilling as he skull-fucked her, his cum shooting down her throat, her lips raw.
The boars took turns again, their cocks raw but hard, their knots stretching her wider, cum flooding her—cunt, ass, mouth—each thrust a brutal assault. The first boar bred her cunt, its knot locking, her pussy splitting, cum flooding her womb, while the second fucked her ass, its claws raking her back, cum burning her guts. The third rammed her throat, its cum gushing, her gagging mixing with its squeals, her face a cum-drenched mess. Butch fucked her ass, his cock slamming her shitter, nutting deep, then forced her to suck him clean, her tongue gagging on the taste of her own shit and pig cum, her mind a void, her body a cum-soaked shell.
The slaughter room was a swamp of cum and piss, the air thick with the stench of sex and filth. The boars bred her again, their knots popping free, her holes gaping, cum pooling beneath her, her body trembling. Butch mounted her cunt, his cock ramming her pussy, the pig cum lubing his thrusts, his balls slapping her ass, his hands slapping her tits, her nipples hard, her body jerking. “You’re a fucking meat sack,” he grunted, nutting deep, his cum mixing with the boars’, her womb a cum dump, her pussy leaking rivers. The first boar fucked her ass, its knot stretching her shitter, cum flooding her bowels, while the second bred her cunt, its cock slamming her cervix, her pussy gushing, her belly swollen with seed.
The third boar mounted her throat, its cock choking her, cum gushing, while Butch fucked her ass again, his cock raw, nutting deep, his cum mixing with the pig’s, her shitter a leaking mess. The boars traded off, their cocks relentless, their knots stretching her wider, cum flooding her, her body a cum-soaked wreck. The first boar bred her cunt, its knot locking, her pussy a cum-soaked ruin, while the second fucked her throat, its cum choking her, her gagging silent. The third rammed her ass, its knot stretching her shitter, cum burning her guts, her body limp, her mind gone.
Butch grabbed a cleaver handle, 10 inches of splintered wood, and rammed it into her cunt while the boars fucked her ass and throat, the wood stretching her pussy, cum gushing, her body convulsing. “Fucking pig bitch,” he growled, fucking her with the handle, the boars squealing, their cocks relentless. The first boar nutted in her ass, its knot popping free, cum gushing, while the second bred her throat, its cum choking her, her face a dripping mess. The third fucked her cunt beside the cleaver handle, double-stretching her pussy, her womb a cum dump, her body jerking, cum pooling beneath her.
The final hour was a blur of depravity. The boars bred her one last time, their knots popping free, her holes gaping, cum leaking rivers, her body a trembling wreck. Butch fucked her cunt, his cock slamming her pussy, nutting deep, then forced her to suck him clean, her tongue gagging on the taste of pig cum and her own juices. The boars mounted her again—cunt, ass, mouth—their cocks relentless, their cum flooding her, her body a cum-soaked shell, her future a nightmare of pig seed and shame.