Pigfarm

24 Jun 2014

Pigfarm


Studio: Insex Archives

I acquire restless sometimes—wouldn’t u? Knowing she’s out there. Cold, alone, scared…I can nearly hear the muffled whines, pathetic as that babe struggles, new hay irritating soft pink beauty flesh.

And I think what I would do: tear off these short shorts, bind her with plastic digging into pale, gleaming skin, molding these bulky fleshy love muffins. Tickle her so this babe wriggles, jiggles, and squirms.

Should I move her to the shed bound, gagged? Stored for safekeeping, she’d strangle as that babe sits.

Or do I take her for a adult baby walk, towed behind the truck? So cute how this babe sweats and panties and moans. Trotting to keep up, naked feet tortured by the rocky path, tied love muffins pulled constricted, leading the way. I’d use her as a toilet—humiliate the marvelous wench.

I contemplate the mountain, the trees far away. No one can hear her screech when the switch-hitter meets her delicate skin. She can just hang by these giant scones of hers. Hole filled, torture, feeble, naked.

Fettered in the barn. I’d silence the noisy thing—stuff cloth unfathomable down the face hole and spank these large bouncing mangos. Spread her wide, stretched, vulnerable. Would her cum-hole throb and trickle? Maybe fill it up, slip smth right in. Then stimulate that swollen love button. She can’t resist, pitiful adult baby whore. I won’t let her come—it’s greater quantity joy that way.

I could lock her in the silo, metal hugging her whoppers, compressing em into 2 taut, purple orbs. Her groans would echo as this babe hobbled on one leg. So tenacious, my ravishing captive, wallowing in the dust, writhing, like that babe thinks this babe can escape.

Serenaded by spring’s showers, I envision her: manacled, cuffed, miserable. Soaked to the bone she’s pelted by sheets of rain, wailing animalism the bellowing thunder as the lightening closes in.

The image is not quite sufficiently. Enough to draw me out of sofa. To send me to her. To make it real. But no, make her expect. There’s always the next day and the next day and the next…

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