I was in so much pleasure i didn't even notice my stomach had swelled to the size of a basketball. as i lied there covered in cum fighting sleep a cra...p set in that burned my stomach with pressure, i ripped the pump cable out of the wall and heard a loud whoosh. as the pressure in my ass lowered drastically i came again onto my belly. out of wind on both ends a thought passed through my mind (I WANT MORE).that night i sneaked out of my house and over to the neighbors in the dead of night. i. "#6" was written on my bare vulva in thick black magic marker. My owner sat down beside me. "This is what's going to happen," he said softly, almost kindly. "I now own you. I am going to train you as a real-life fuckpig. You're the sixth fuckpig I have captured using this scam. I can't believe how dumb you cunts are." I looked over at the other woman. She was on her knees, her eyes on the floor. "I am going to take twelve pictures of you today. You will stand and smile at the camera for each. The years continued to pass and Patrick was now aged thirty-two and Amala was sixty-two, with both of their lives going on much as they had for the last six or so years.Patrick's career had come on leaps and bounds and he now had a very high-powered job which meant frequent travel both within the UK and Internationally. He was sitting in the bar area of a high-class UK hotel prior to having his evening meal and he was flicking through various newspapers that were spread on a table nearby.He was. They all knew that any movement, any noise would be taken as them volunteering.?No one. You are all willing to let blondie her take the pain alone??Still no movement. I turned to address the blond again.?Well no-one wants to help you. What do you think of that? These are supposed to be your friends!? The blond just whimpered, knowing that whatever answer she gave would be turned against her. ?I think that we will spice this up a bit; I am going to give you a choice?But the choice was not.