“You alright, love?”

“Nnngkh,” River replied, barely audibly. It was nearly impossible to produce any sounds from her throat at the moment, let alone speak coherently.

“Aw, poor thing,” her boyfriend said in his most condescending tone. She saw him move in the corner of her eye, crouching down beside her, and felt his hand rub her sore hip. “Got to be more careful! We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, would we?”

“Nuhhk.”

“No, we wouldn’t. That’s my job, after all.”

She would be glaring at him if she could. She’d also be grinning, and probably playfully slapping his arm. But she couldn’t do any of those things right now - in her current state, her options were rather limited.

He’d told her he had a fairly ‘wild’ idea that he wanted to try with her this afternoon. She’d agreed, no questions asked, as usual. She liked him to take control, to make the decisions, to put her in her place - in all aspects of their life, really, but particularly in the bedroom. As a lifelong submissive, she was so grateful she finally had a partner who was more than willing to take charge of her.

That said, as she’d stood there naked and let him start doing whatever it was he was doing, she’d started to feel a little apprehensive. He’d produced these special rubber gloves that were literally just balls, sliding them over her hands and securing them around her wrists with buckles. That had rendered her hands pretty much useless, her fingers enclosed in the squishy black spheres. Then he’d bent her arms and wound layers of tight, thick black tape around her elbows and then halfway up either side, until he was confident she couldn’t straighten them at all. Pushing her to the floor, he’d done the same with her legs.

River couldn’t lie, she’d panicked a little bit at this point. The way she’d been bound, she had no choice but to walk on all fours, tottering about on her tape-covered elbows and knees. She almost lost her balance a couple of times, though thankfully her boyfriend had grabbed her sides and kept her upright. “I’ve got you, babe, don’t worry,” he’d soothed her, reaching under her torso and possessively groping her tits. “You’re in safe hands.” That had calmed her down. She knew nothing bad could happen to her with him looking after her.

That conviction remained unshaken as he’d firmly grasped her hair - tied up in a bun - and yanked her head back, so she was looking up as far as she could go. Then he had shown her the next kinky accoutrement he intended to fit onto her - a panel gag harness. A thick rectangular piece of leather that would cover her mouth, with straps that reached out like tentacles, which wrapped around her head as he’d put it on her. Two of these straps reached directly up her face, right across her eyes, obstructing her sight a great deal. She was having to rely on peripheral vision, which was not going well. Moments ago, she’d banged her hip against the side of their bed.

And the cherry on top? Affixed to the inside of the panel was a lengthy, girthy black dildo. It was difficult enough to walk around her bedroom on the points of her knees and elbows, partially blinded, without her throat being fucked at the same time. Not to mention her boyfriend standing over her, watching and laughing cruelly as she staggered around aimlessly, feebly choking on the leather phallus that filled her mouth.

“Just one more finishing touch to complete the look,” he sniggered, crouching down in front of her and holding up the object in his hand. “Since we’re turning you into an animal, into my good little pet... you really ought to have a tail.”

Her eyebrows slid upwards behind the straps that cut through them. It wasn’t the tail that had taken her aback. It wasn’t even the thick butt plug to which it was attached, really. More than anything else, it was the shape of the tail.

“Now, we’re going to play a game,” he continued matter-of-factly, even as he brought the tail plug behind her, teasing the entrance of her anus with its tip. “I know how much my pet likes chocolate, so I got you a treat - a chocolate truffle. Here’s the catch - I’ve hidden it somewhere in the room, and you’ve got to find it. Show me what a clever pet you are.” He had been easing the plug into her all through his explanation, as she stood still on her twisted limbs, braced to endure the gradual invasion of her back passage, eyes rolling up in her head as she felt it push inside her. He punctuated the words ‘clever pet’ by thrusting it the rest of the way in, and she made a muffled squeak.

“Understand?” he finished expectantly, still crouching beside her.

“Mn-hmn,” she whimpered quietly, her eyes watering, her face red, completely humiliated.

“Good pet,” he said smugly, patting her on the head. He got to his feet, towering over her once more. Taking a hesitant step forwards with one elbow-foot, she glanced around in bewilderment, unsure how to proceed. She could hardly see, after all, so she didn’t know how she was going to find a little chocolate truffle somewhere in their bedroom. And if she did - how would she pick it up without her hands? How would she eat it without her mouth?

She couldn’t see the point of this game. But her boyfriend wanted her to play it, so she supposed she’d have to give it a go.

“Go on, girl, find the truffle!” She grunted with surprise and pain as he dealt a hard kick to her left butt cheek, sending her reeling forwards. With an indignant croak, she got to work searching the room, hoping to avoid another blow. The best technique, she soon found - or rather the least worst - was to angle her head and look as far to the side as she could.

“Did you know that pigs are muzzled, when they’re being used to hunt truffles in the woods?” her boyfriend commented, as he perched on the edge of the bed and watched her. “It’s partly to stop them eating the truffles, and partly to heighten their sense of smell, to make them even more effective.” She could hear the smirk in his voice. “Is it working, babe? Can you feel your sense of smell sharpening?”

She shot him a withering side-eyed look in response.

After what felt like hours, she finally found the truffle under his desk, tucked away in the corner. She turned around and tried to make some jubilant noises to convey her success to her boyfriend. All she could muster were some eager-sounding ‘gluk’s, but her wide eyes seemed to get the message across.

He sat forwards and smiled. “Did you find it?” She nodded firmly, and regretted it immediately as the dildo probed her throat harder with each movement. “Hmm. I can’t quite see it from here, love. Could you bring it over?” Her woebegone expression had no impact on him whatsoever. Grumbling inarticulately, she turned back again, the plug shifting inside her with every step, and began fumbling with the truffle, batting it around with her elbow-feet. She dreaded to think how much fluff it was picking up as it rolled across the carpet.

Finally, once it was out from under the desk, he came over to investigate. “Ah, there it is! Well done, love. Now you can have your prize.” He grinned at the sight of her plaintive stare. “Oh yes, of course! I suppose I’d better give you your mouth back, so you can eat it...”

You think? she thought resentfully. But her mood gradually improved as he unbuckled the harness and disentangled it from her head, restoring her vision to normal. He slid the dildo out of her mouth at last, and she gulped air gratefully.

“You good?” he asked, patting her head again.

River stared up at him through teary eyes - and dissolved into giggles. “The things you talk me into!”

He joined in, hooting with mirth as he placed the harness on the desk. “I know, right? But you’ve earned your treat. And you can have it - just as soon as I do this one thing...”

“Oh, what now?” she spluttered, still laughing.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving your mouth alone this time,” he assured her, picking up something long and thin that glinted in the light, clearly made of metal. “Your vision, too. But we are making you look like a certain kind of animal, and I think we need to properly complete the look...”

He showed her the implement in his hand, and she shuddered. She hadn’t seen this coming - and yet, it seemed obvious in hindsight that this was where things were leading. The truffle hunt had been a clue - and so was the curly tail that protruded from her bum.

He knelt down in front of her. She instinctively flinched and backed away a couple of steps, but he casually reached out and grabbed her by the throat, holding it firmly until he was sure she wouldn’t try to escape again. She mewled and whined, shifting around on her four pointed legs, as he brought the thin metal rod towards her face. It was bent at the middle, so one half of it curved round and went straight back in the same direction as the other half, giving it the appearance of two individual pieces running parallel to each other. Fastened around the middle arch was a thick cord.

“Aagck,” she exclaimed, as he slipped the rod’s twin hooked ends into her nostrils, tugging them upwards as he laid it across her face, as far up as he could. It had looked perfectly straight when she’d first seen it, but proved to be slightly curved to fit the shape of her head, the arch resting right between her eyes. Pulling the cord taut, he swiftly but skilfully wove it into her hair bun, tying it securely.

Straightening up once more, he stared down at her with a gleeful grin. “There we go! Now you look the part - now you’re a perfect piggie. Doesn’t that feel so much better, sweetie?”

“Uugh,” she replied eloquently.

It did not feel good, that was for sure. It wasn’t painful, exactly, either - there was some kind of padding around the tips of the hooks, so they weren’t cutting or biting into her. But it was very uncomfortable, having her nose yanked out of shape like this. She’d just got used to breathing primarily through her nose instead of her mouth, and had come to rely on it. Now the roles were reversed, and she was struggling to adjust. It felt like she couldn’t open her mouth very far, either - if she widened her jaw enough, the hook’s grip would tighten, and then it actually would become painful. She briefly entertained the idea that it would be pulled free by the tightness of the cord, or that one good sneeze would dislodge it - but she dismissed those hopes. The hook had a firm, unrelenting hold on her nose. If she did sneeze hard, it felt more likely that her nose would just come off!

She knew she must look utterly ridiculous, with her limbs and nostrils twisted and warped into unnatural shapes. She also knew that was exactly what her boyfriend wanted - to make her look inhuman, bestial, porcine. She had to give credit where it was due - he’d done a thorough job of it.

“And now you get to enjoy your treat,” he announced, presenting the truffle to her. She recoiled at the sight of it - it turned out carpet fluff was the least of her worries. The little ball of chocolate was coated in an obvious layer of dirt, and even had a couple of short strands of grass stuck to it.

“Wha’ did you do, roll it around in the garden?” Her voice sounded thick and dopey, like she had a cold.

“Pretty much, yeah.” He arched an eyebrow, reaching behind her with his free hand. “What’s the matter, piggie? Too good for it?”

“I - uh - hnngh...” She groaned as she felt him take hold of her tail and pull it taut, tugging on the plug - and then let it go, allowing it to instantly spring back into shape, abruptly releasing both the internal and external tension.

Blushing and squirming, unable to meet her boyfriend’s eyes, River bowed her head in defeat. Any dignity she’d possessed had long since been stripped away. She had to accept that she was just a powerless, pitiful pig.

Perhaps sensing her surrender, her boyfriend promptly brought his hand to her mouth, the filthy truffle resting in his palm. Wrapping her lips around the chocolate, she scooped it into her mouth and began to chew. Tasting the dirt, she wrinkled her face in disgust - and instantly wished she hadn’t, feeling the hook tug inside her nose. She fought to keep her expression neutral as she chewed open-mouthed, sweet chocolate and sour mud mingling on her tongue to form a distinctly unpleasant mixture.

As she swallowed the ‘treat’, he patted her on the head once more. “Good girl.” Then he reached behind her again, and she quivered as she felt him run his fingers between her legs. “My, my - someone seems to be having fun! Guess all that fear and reluctance, all that trying to get away, was just an act, eh? Just didn’t want to admit how much you’re getting off to this...”

She was so mortified, she couldn’t respond. She just stood there on her four legs, staring at the floor, trying not to melt into a flustered puddle. She was so shamefully wet. She’d barely even noticed amidst her humiliation and discomfort, but his caress on her cunt was enough to make her aware. And his fingers now hovering below her bowed head, right before her eyes, were clearly glistening. As he brought them to her lips, she responded automatically, licking and sucking them clean. He used the hand in her mouth to guide her head back up to look towards him, and she could see the sizeable tent in his shorts. By the looks of it, even though it was separated from the rest of her, her clit was equally aroused by her predicament.

“Do you know why you like this so much?” he asked. She was too busy slurping her own juices off his digits to reply, trying to ignore the tugging of the nose hook as her tongue and jaw flexed. “I’ll tell you,” he said, pulling his hand free at last and taking hold of her chin, gripping it firmly, his thumb and forefinger pressing into her cheeks, forcing her to look him in the face and meet his gaze.

“It’s because you’re not like normal girls. You’re a fuckpig.”

“I - wha?” she mumbled, eyes wide.

“You’re not like normal girls,” he said again, his tone endlessly patient. “You’re a fuckpig.”

As soon as her subconscious registered what he was doing, her malleable mind opened wide and accepted the new truth he told her. “I’m not like normal girls. I’m a fuckpig.”

“You’re meant to be used for sex, nothing more.”

“I’m meant to be used for sex, nothing more.”

After the months he’d spent warping and twisting her mind as much as he had to her arms, legs and nose, she now only needed to hear his new commandments once to absorb them into her heart and soul, making them a core part of who she was. Just like that, with only two short sentences, she was a fuckpig, existing only to be used for sex. It saved a lot of time.

With his other hand, he traced a fingertip along her lips, perhaps picking up a few grains of dirt from the truffle. “You’re grateful for what you’re given,” he told her.

“I’m grateful for what I’m given.” She was. As gross as the chocolate had been, she was grateful for what she’d been given. Just as she was grateful for everything he gave her - pleasure, pain, commands, humiliation... Every single thing was a gift for a humble fuckpig like her.

“Fuckpigs love being used however their Owner wants,” he continued.

“Fuckpigs love being used however their Owner wants,” she agreed dazedly.

He didn’t give her increasingly empty brain time to recover before delivering more truths, one after the other. “You thrive on pain and humiliation.”

“I thrive on pain and humiliation.”

“You pretend to be a person in public.”

“I pretend to be a person in public...”

“But you’re always a fuckpig.”

“But I’m always a fuckpig.”

“You’re always thinking about being a fuckpig.”

“I’m always thinking about being a fuckpig.”

“You love to think about being a fuckpig.”

She smiled blissfully. “I love to think about being a fuckpig.”

“You love thinking of new ways to degrade yourself.”

“I love thinking of new ways to degrade myself...”

“You need to be used and abused.”

“I need to be used and abused.” Her tone had taken on a breathless, pleading quality.

“You need to be owned and controlled.”

“I need to be owned and controlled!”

“I am your Owner.”

“You are my Owner.”

“You are mine to command.”

“I am yours to command.”

He stopped speaking at last. In the minute or two in which River drifted in mindless bliss, he buckled a leather collar around her neck, clipping a leash to it.

Blinking away the brain fog, River gazed up at her Owner with adoration. A broad smile spread across her face, her nose hook pulling just a little harder. Her bound arms and legs were beginning to ache, as was her full arsehole. She could still taste some mud in her mouth.

She couldn’t be happier. She loved feeling like this, looking like this - it reminded her of what she was. A dirty fuckpig, meant to be used like the set of warm holes she was. She’d waited her whole life for someone to see through her act of civility and understand what she was, and what she needed. She needed orders. She needed degradation. She needed to be railed until it hurt, by someone who didn’t even care if she actually got off.

And now she’d found someone who gave her all of that, every single day. Who ignored her supposed humanity and treated her like the lesser creature she was.

“Come on, babe,” he snickered, tugging her leash. “You’ve been such a good girl today, you deserve more treats. I’ve hidden lots more truffles for you in the garden.”

She was about to speak, to thank him profusely for the extra treats, but thought better of it. It occurred to her that there was a more fitting way in which she should communicate.

Staring up into her Owner’s face, she snorted loudly, twice, then twice more, grinning open-mouthed. His sadistic smirk grew wider. “Oh, good pig,” he chuckled. She glowed with pride, knowing she’d made the right decision.

Fuckpigs only needed to speak when they were out in public, pretending to be people. Here with her Owner in the comfort of her home, she only needed to make pig noises - to snort, and squeak, and squeal, and not even try to hang onto any human dignity.

River trotted eagerly after her Owner as he led her through their flat and out to the garden, her tail plug shifting exquisitely inside her, her mouth slavering with anticipation of the waiting truffles. She hoped he’d really rolled these ones in the dirt and grass, even more than the first one. She craved the horrid taste.

She deserved no better, after all.