Pigfarm


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I receive restless sometimes—wouldn’t u? Knowing she’s out there. Cold, alone, scared…I can nearly hear the muffled whines, pathetic as this babe struggles, recent hay irritating soft pink cutie 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 whoppers. Tickle her so this babe wriggles, jiggles, and squirms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The image is not quite sufficiently. Enough to draw me out of couch. 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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