Bred Wee, to Serve : Part II

 The sacred behavioural modification altar.

The altar stands about one foot high, a foot and a half wide and two feet long. The top forms an arch four inches higher in the middle where seven triangular rotating oak spindles span the width of the altar, about an inch and a quarter apart.
Both ends of the altar are flat and smooth; only the slaves belly rests on the spindles. Each triangular spindle can be rotated with a knob; selecting one of three, three quarter-inch sides: one flat, one convex and one concave; or one of three more or less sharp vertexes; the sharpest being slightly blunted in order not to contaminate the altar with the blood of a subhuman.

For the benefit of Piglet the mistress asked for a volunteer from the herd to demonstrate the altar ritual required for offering ones body and character in the holy ritual. All nine pigs excitedly raised their hands. The mistress nodded at a slave next to Piglet. She also motioned for her to crawl in between her and the crop keeper to closely observe the ritual.

The selected girl crawled to the device and then kneeling with praying hands smiled sweetly at her mistress. A condescending nod commanded the chosen pig to rotate each `motivating element' until the mistress was satisfied. Each spindle was now set at the sharpest apex. The girl did not look at the settings but closed her eyes and gingerly draped her body over the altar. Her legs were stretched to the floor as far as she could, with the soles of her feet vertical and her arms straight out with her finger tips on the floor. Her head was craned up and turned toward the crop. Her beautiful shapely ass was now high and helplessly exposed to the mistress's will. Piglet watched her grimace as the sharp edges dug into her flesh. The mistress closed her eyes, praying silently and then slowly but deliberately reached by Piglet for the crop.

The keeper moved closer, fitting the hanging crop into the palm of her hand. Then as everyone in the room held their breath, she pulled it out of its vaginal sheath. The tip was then presented to the victim's lips, letting her swallow and suckled on it. When it was withdrawn the victim looked the other way and waited her body tense and trembling. The mistress whacked her ass twice and then deliberately inserted the crop into its sheath, as the slave cried out "oynnnnnnk oynnnnnnk." She then rose, presenting her ass to the mistress, who smiled contently stroking the marks, then making her turn to display her striped belly. Smiling again she traced the marks with her fingers and then folded her hands closing her eyes for a moment and prayed.

"I have prayed for you swine, make your rounds." She walked to the farthest slave in the room and presented her ass with her hands in the praying mode, smiling back at her mistress. That slave wedged her praying hands in between her thighs and warmly kissed both cheeks sounding a loud oink with each kiss; she then turned to receive a kiss on her belly. Each of the remaining slaves except the crop keeper then repeated the ritual. Piglet was then ordered back to her original spot.

After Piglet had kissed her cheeks and belly the slave returned to her mistress who used a small pad to dab something on her face. She then crawled back and knelt next to Piglet again.

The mistress eyed Piglet. "I want you to look deeply in to the eyes of this sow, who has voluntarily felt pain for you."
Piglet stared into a beautiful oval Latino's face with large almond eyes and full sensuous lips, smiling bravely through the teary streaks decorating her cheeks. They were reddish and she realized now, what the mistress had dabbed on the face was rouge, which dried the tears leaving red streaks. There was no anger or resentment in her face, only an expression of companionship and acceptance of the fate they both shared as slaves.

"You see how the sow smiles? She...volunteered to demonstrate, displaying her love for me and gladly accepted the pain for your benefit. How do you feel about your pain sow?"

"My pain and tears is the price I gladly pay to confirm my love for a mistress who prays on my behalf to correct my ways.  My beloved mistress needed to demonstrate the mounting of the sacred altar to relish the holy crop; I was honoured to volunteer."

"You may both look at me. Now look around the room at my herd of sows one at the time piglet." She eyed each beautiful angelic face in turn as they returned her gaze and then returned it to the mistress.

"You see this entire herd of swine ... worship their mistress... as all sub-humans must! Only a sacred daily punishment regimen performed with love, affection and combined with prayers can encourage and maintain that devotion. There is regrettably no other way to amend the here ditary flaws of sub human swine."

Piglet was given the signal to crawl to the altar. She reassumed the praying position and waited for permission to adjust the spindles. When the mistress nodded she proceeded to turn each knob, clicking them one notch at the time while maintaining eye contact with her mistress, until she was satisfied. She then closed her eyes and draped her little body over the altar presenting her plumb ass as required. Unable to reach the floor with her hands or feet she felt the sharp edges work in to her belly while the mistress prayed. She watched the mistress's hand reach for the crop handle and slowly pull it out of the keeper's cunt. She suckled it eagerly tasting the keeper's juice on the leather. When the mistress removed it she turned her head away and waited. The middle blocks were fairly sharp while the other four seemed flat. The first lash found its mark on her flesh and she, cried "Oooouuuhs," loudly and instinctively jerked her arms and legs forcing the full weight of her body onto the painful motivating elements. She quickly resumed her position trying to minimize her weight on the altar.

"What did I hear a human sound? How dare you pig?"
She corrected her mistake and cried, "Oink, Oieeenk." Then after a slight pause, she got two more one light and one very hard in quick succession.

"What did the sex farm teach you about pain, Swine?"

"If my owner's pleasure is to beat my flesh, then pain is my pleasure." Three more quick ones followed, then a small pause. Then one more and a long pause where she was made to wet the crop again. Finally two not very hard whacks landed with a short pause and then one last very painful lash. The mistress  seemed to deliberately vary the timing and force of each stroke; confusing the victim's expectations thereby aggravating the suffering.

She oinked loudly; no longer feeling the pain in her stomach as the mistress reinserted the crop in its warm and wet human sheath. She was ordered up to display her ass while the mistress prayed. When she opened her eyes again she smiled contently surveying the now multi coloured fleshy bubbles, "How do you feel now... Pig?" She asked breathlessly, with a passionate erotic timbre in the voice, almost as if she had reached a sexual climaxed.

"Rewarded Mistress ... I'm so rewarded."

`But, you are crying and the...tears ... are pouring down your rosy cheeks." She was breathing deeply now, transported.

"Tears are the sweet, honeydew of life Mistress."

"Taste your tears!" She used her long tongue as instructed.
"Tears are salty, are they not swine?"

"Ah Yes, my beloved mistress ...but it is also the sustenance of all life even for slaves and animals," she sobbed slowly/

"Slaves are inferior, sub humans!"

"Yes my mistress, inferior and much less useful than live-stock, yet we breathe and procreate; only of course when blindfolded and closely supervised by our human masters." The mistress smiled contently, pleased with the mindset of her piglet.

"Face me now," she turned as the mistress viewed the three
vertical red stripes across her belly. "Ah, your alabaster
stomach display stripes so well," emphasising the word
`alabaster' strongly. "Doesn't it pig?" She reached with both
hands and dug her fingernails into her breasts making her
cringe, forcing her to her knees..

"Yes mistress I'm gratified that you are pleased." The
fingernails dug in deeper holding them there as she smiled
sweetly at her helpless victim.