The blonde pulled into the parking lot, and followed the red lettered sign to the area marked receiving. A feeling of trepidation was lurking within her. Kimberly’s experience at the Squeal of the Pig had made it so, a mixture of fear and sexual excitement, a rather intoxicating concoction that left her a little dizzy. Her body was as toned as she could make it, having worked off all the cooking oil of 2 injections over the last 2 weeks. Her bust line had returned to its normal shape.

She pulled into to a special visitor's parking area next to the receiving dock. She checked her newly touched up hair and makeup one last time in the rear view mirror. The gesture was more one of nervous delay than a real need. Reaching for her purse and a small overnight bag she left and locked her car, striding toward her destination.

She passed an off loading area where local farmers and people giving their former friends who were about to be sows. They were dropping them off in front of the entrance to the main processing dock.

Kimberly followed the lead of the group to go to the entrance allowing herself to be herded by a smiling, white clad employee. She glanced about nervously, but went to where she had agreed to be. She definitely did not want to be processed automatically for reneging on the contract.

There were a mixture of women from all walks of life waiting, as well as strings of farm raised stock in restraints being lead on leashes but leathery skinned ranchers.

She spied a lengthy registration counter with several workers dispensing directions, as she glancing around, doing mental grading of the others subconsciously. She waited for an attendant to become free before stepping up to speak to him.

"Conversion order please;" The man gruffly demanded.

"Oh! - I don't have one;" she remarked, a bit surprised at his directive before continuing, "I signed a contract for the charity event for tomorrow that Mr. Hill is having here?" She looked at him hopeful that she was at the right place.

The man looked up at Kimberly. "Ah yes, sorry. You want to go down to the left there to that side door. There is a special events desk in there," he apologized and pointed past the long queues of women waiting their turn to strip to a special side door.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed with some relief, smiling shyly. She stepped past the long lines to get to the special events area.

Entering the rather sparsely furnished side room she found an attendant there and three other people. There was a tall, sleek looking black woman, nude, in arm binders and a bridle. She was a pony girl, livestock raised for the amusement of the particularly decadent wealthy. Next to her was her owner, an older man with grey hair about his temples. The third person was a rather perky looking Asian girl.

"Hi there," Kimberly began brightly, speaking first to the attendant. "I'm Kimberly Jennings, one of the donations," she declared, almost stumbling on the word 'donations', "-For the charity tomorrow?" she looked at the attendant with question, hoping she was in the right place.

"Ah yes, we've been expecting you," he mused and nodded ticking her name off on his list. "Mr. Hill asked me to call him when you got here"

"Oh wow!" Kimberly smiled unabashedly with surprise. "I'm flattered!"

"Yes, he wants to give you a little tour, he's got the new machines all set up for tomorrow," the worker explained, setting down his clipboard of names.

"-That's wonderful, is he coming here?" she continued, thrilled. She noted that the Asian girl had been disrobing and putting her things in a bin on the table as the pair of them talked.

"Yes, he'll be here in a few minutes, but first I need you to sign here and place all your belongings into this bin," He placed a bin on the table for her, with a number upon it.

"Okay," Kimberly nodded understanding. She leaned over to sign the contract, then she began getting undressed. She was almost used to it by now as she carefully depositing her things in the bin.

As Kimberly disrobed, the now naked Asian girl presented herself to the attendant for her green ear tag marking her as a full sow. The worker took the tagging punch and attached it on her ear. "OK, you are 10-10-384" 10 for the 10th day of the 10th month and 384th sow of the day," he informed her as she was unable to read the tag.

The Asian sow smiled at Kimberly. "Hi I'm Amy - I mean 10-10-384. But you can call me 384 for short," she giggled, unaffected by her situation in the least.

Kimberly smiled at her enthusiasm. "Hi, I'm Kimberly," she responded in kind, standing up straight in the chill of the air. The blonde felt her skin goose pimple. "Who donated you?" she asked as she waited for the attendant to load another tag for her own ear.

"My boyfriend," she shrugged simply. "He owns a string of meat shops. Lim's fine meats." She giggled and added, "-But I think it was more my idea. I think this is really fun!"

"It can be," Kimberly nodded, remembering the restaurant.

"This here is Sirocco, right Mister Wells?" the worker asked the older gentleman.

"Please, call me Bert. Yes, one of the finest of her breed but sadly over the hill for a pony girl at 23. Still, quite good for this charity event though," he reasoned with a gesture.

"Not really good for meat. Best as a stew really. But a good bit of fun for the boys," Bert smiled with a twinkle in his eye. The pony turned sow was solid, sleek muscle, probably far too gamy for a grade of A.

"Yeah," Amy continued, explaining the situation to Kimberly. "They always get a few old ponies for the charity events. They run a little race and make chilli out of the looser." She giggled again at the thought.

Kimberly's eyes went wide with surprise at the revelation, unaware of the amusements that took place at these sorts of events.

"Time for your ear tag Kimberly" The attendant motioned for her with his tool loaded with her green tag.

"Okay;" she nodded in response, "But I do have this one," she indicated with a glance downward between her legs. "Maybe you could somehow attach it to the ring?"

"That's for your regular owner but for all sows at Hills we also have to have the standard ear tag," the worker explained as she stepped closer.

Taking the ivory lobe of her ear he clamped down on it, the tool clicking as the piercing was made and the jaws connected together. "OK, you are 10-10-385."

Kimberly grunted as she continued to converse with him, "Ok, thank you." She felt the sting and heat of a new piercing.

Merle appeared at the door, he stepped around into Kimberly's line of sight. "Ah, good to see you again."

"Hi Merle," Kimberly smiled brightly, as she stood before him nude.

The businessman looked her up and down appraisingly. "Grade A for sure," he smiled.

"Thank you," Kimberly smiled with genuine pleasure, happy he wasn't disappointed with her reduced bust line.

"Well I'm going to give you and your new friends here a little tour. I'm really happy with how the new machine room came out," he remarked as the overhead lights reflected in his thick spectacles.

"That's great," Kimberly smiled at him with relief.

"Just one thing, we'll have to restrain you appropriately. Government safety regulations I'm sorry to say," Merle explained.

"I guess," Kimberly nodded agreeably.

"Good," Merle nodded as the attendant laid out lengths of butcher's twine cut in the length of restraints, ball gags and rope leashes. Merle stepped behind Kimberly and pulled her wrists gently back while the attendant readied 384.

Feeling the tug, the blonde grunted and glanced over her shoulder with a smile, "I'm a bit nervous."

Merle continued to work, slipping the rope leash over her head before picking up the gag. "Open wide," he directed.

Kimberly felt the rope placed about her slender neck, before reflexively opening her mouth. She wondered inwardly how many times the gag had been used. She could feel the tooth marks of countless other sows who have gone before her on its surface. She felt him pull it snug, her lips pressing around it. She tasted its rubbery surface. Her eyes crossed looking down in an attempt to see it, before giving up.

Merle gathered up the three leashes in his hand as Bert tipped his hat to him, "Well, I'll be seeing you later mate."

"Sure thing Bert," Merle nodded to his friend. "Girls," Merle said, to the trio, walking toward a second door with the three sows in tow.

Kimberly followed obediently. The smooth floor was cool to the touch. Her toned bottom dimpled with each step.

Merle moved the trio out into the vast factory with its wide corridors. There were other sows being herded here and there by men in white work smocks, some wore bloody aprons and yellow hardhats. A smell of stale blood permeated the cool air, and the sounds of so much activity from conveyors, saws, wrappers, and the shouts of workmen.

Kimberly glanced around as much as the leash would allow. The place was overwhelming, the lines of sows being herded into cues and conveyors shifting meat here and there, carts being pushed with trays of cuts or bins of packages. The tune of a cell phone coming from Merles pocket interrupted her thoughts.

"Damn, what now?" he asked, stopping to answer his cell phone. "Yes," he began nodding, "Yes," he murmured again as the trio stood by obediently, snuffling against their gags.

"Alright, I'll be right there," Merle remarked impatiently before snapping the telephone shut. He turned to his sows to speak to them. "Sorry, something come up," he looked around as if deciding something for a moment before coming to a conclusion. "I shouldn't be long," he said, detouring them into a side chamber marked processing 3.

Kimberly looked at the door's sign with some concern, wondering where he was going and for how long

Merle pulled them inside. It was a large processing room with a single guillotine. He tied the three leashes to a ring mounted on the wall. "OK, don't go anywhere" Merle smiled before dashing back out of the door.

Kimberly let out a soft sigh, her ivory shoulders rising and falling as looking around. The three of them stood tethered listening to the sounds of the slaughter house echo muffled behind the door to the processing room that they now stood. A set of hooks mounted on a conveyor on the ceiling began at the foot of the guillotine and ran along the rail to a set of sliding doors that were controlled by an infrared sensor. The cavernous room was suddenly invaded.

The door was pushed open and three workers in white, blood stained aprons and hard hats into the room. "Number 3 right?" the senior man questioned rhetorically.

"Boss, it's two," a fresh faced worker differed.

"No it's 3," the third man confirmed.

"Boss, there are supposed to be a thirty sows to process," the youngest persisted, referring to an hour and a half's work.

"Look kid, we got three, the others are coming OK?" the oldest said dismissively.

Kimberly glanced from one to the other, her heart leaping into her throat with fear.

The third piped up, "Yeah, the others must be on the way. We can pop these by the time the next batch get here. Beer call that much sooner" They all laugh

The blonde gasped behind the gag, remembering Manual at the Squeal of the Pig and his mistake. She began to fidget, looking around frantically for Merle.

The men approached the tethered sows, scrutinizing their lines. Hands reached out to checking their flesh.

"This ones an old pony," one remarked at the status of the impassive Sirocco.

"This one's not so sure she wants to be here," another said looking Kimberly over while testing the curves of her rump.

Kimberly, feeling the hand, knew she was wearing a green tag and shook her head trying to draw his attention to the tag, partly concealed by the curls of hair that framed her face.

They did not see it.

"Yeah, I kinda like when they're not so sure. Makes me horney. Why don't we 'ride' them when we pop them?" one said.

"Sure, we got some time before the rest get here," the supervisor agreed.

Kimberly gasped and glanced at the guillotine. She was acutely aware of her neck, as she remembered Merle's wish to turn her into trophy.

The man fondling her rump slipped a finger inside her sex to test her excitement. "I think we'll warm this one up a bit, a little demo of what's about to happen to her," he chucked, eliciting a soft mew from Kimberly at the invasion.

"Let's pop the pony;" the kid suggested, getting a bit more excited now, forgetting his concern about their error.

"Sure kid," the senior man agreed, taking Siroccos tether and walking her over to the machine.

Amy began getting concerned at the turn of events casting concerned glances from Kimberly and to the men at the machine.

Kimberly shook her head in response, looking at Amy then back at the young worker.

Sirocco was made kneel in front of the machine and then lean over into the lunette. It was snapped it shut over her neck. Her naked rump was presented for inspection behind her. The brown rosette of her anus and her vaginal pouch and its pouting lips were clearly visible. The youngest worked roped and hooked her ankles to the hoist line

"Go ahead kid. I hear these pony's have cunts with muscles that can rip your cock off," the third man said, encouraging the show.

The youngest worker gave his workmate and buddy a look of doubt before presenting his erect cock. He took hold of Sirocco's muscled cheeks, holding them wide open and thrust himself into the helpless pony's pussy. She grunted through her gag and tried to look back. The highly polished machine rattled at the sudden weight pressed against its structure.

The men gave the kid a moment to amuse himself at Sirocco's expense, his swarthy body pistoning into her shiny ebony one, before asking if he was ready.

"Yeah boss," came the reply.

"OK Jake, pop it," the senior man ordered.

Jake smiled in response, pulling back on the lever, releasing the blade.

Kimberly cringed, moaning in earnest through the gag. She hear the hiss and zing of the blade as it vibrated against its well used tracks. It plunged downward, ending in a loud thunk. For a moment it looked as if the ebony sow was getting up, but it was only the headless body rearing back. The head rolled forward, bumping down a chute and dropping into an under floor waste removal system.

Kimberly let out a cry from behind the gag frightened and looking to the door for Merle. Meanwhile the worker gripped the shuttering body of the sow and the men laughed as they watched him struggling as he orgasmed. After a moment the shuttering body calmed down and so did the worker.

"You weren't kidding boss. Her pussy was gripping my like a vise," he puffed, red faced he slipped free of her and she was hoisted by her ankles to finish draining.

Kimberly was panting in fear, flushing then blanching in fear. She watched them conduct their work, screaming inwardly for Merle to get back.

As the meat hung and drained supervisor motioned toward Amy. "Pop that one next."

The worker zipped himself up before retrieving Amy. Taking her tether, he lead her across the floor to the guillotine.

Kimberly watched the sow being lead away, remembering how enthusiastic Amy was only a short time before. Then she noted as they make her kneel Amy was certainly frightened but at the same time there was something about her manner in how easily she submitted to it. She was bent over, the lunette was clamped over her neck and the rope tied to her ankles ready for the hoist. It was Jake's turn.

"God, this one must really want it," he remarked, leaning down to check Amy's sex.

Amy moaned through the gag and tried to look back as she was handled by the worker.

Kimberly's stomach filled with butterflies, realizing that Amy was about to become meat for parts like the first sow, Sirocco had. She heard Amy's moan, noting that it wasn't one of fear.

The man pulled himself out and sank his already turgid member the sow's eagerly awaiting sex. Amy arched her back and head as far as the machine would allow, obviously reacting to her last fuck. She moaned and he grunted as he pushed inside her.

"That's right sow. We are going to fuck you, pop you and hang you up to this other piece of meat," Jake jeered sadistically.

Kimberly felt a chill run through her, turning her knees turning to jelly. She wondered why they can't see she's grade A. She wish they had been stamped.

No sooner was Jake done speaking then the young worker pulled the lever. Amy's head separated and flipped over, rolling down the chute. Her body shuddered and the man sexing her orgasmed at once.

Kimberly watching her body continue to twitch, milking him with her contractions. After a moment both the man and the decapitated body were spent.

"Man, I never get tired of that,” the supervisor chuckled, “OK, hoist it up," he directed the youngest worker, whom complied immediately, the electric motor whirring as the body was lifted feet first towards the ceiling track.

Kimberly shifted from side to side, her gold tag dancing against her smooth sex. She tried to pull the tether holding her to the wall free, but the rope would not relent. The twine looped about her wrists was snug and unbreakable, Merle Hill had tied it himself, the twine was perfectly placed, perfectly tied.

The boss looked over at Kimberly and smiled mischievously, "Who's next?" He was across the room in seconds and pulled her tether free and leading her toward the machine.

Kimberly stumbled, catching herself, walking towards the machine. Her heart was now pounding so hard that she could barely hear anything else. In a moment she was in position. She felt him forcing her onto her knees on the spattered machine. She could feel the ribbing of the steel deck against my knees, shins and feet. She looked at him imploringly, tossing her blonde head, trying to get him to see the tag in her ear.

She felt the foreman’s heavy hand on the back of her neck, bending her forward. The cold metal of the lunette suddenly snapped tight around her neck. She could see the red spattered polished steel chute before her. She moaned, feeling the steel holding her, she was unable to escape. She listened frantically for the sounds of Merle’s return, but only heard the 3 men moving about behind her.

The eldest was fondling her bottom and holding her pussy open. "God, this one sure looks like a grade A," he remarked, kneeling down behind her.

Kimberly tried nodding emphatically, the lunette, kept the movement to a mere shift. She tried parting her legs while they were still unbound to let the tag hang freely, hoping it would be seen.

"Don’t get any ideas Blondie I'm still going to fuck you and then pop you and hang you up next to your friends," he said tersely as he cinched a length of rope around her ankles drawing them back together.

Kimberly grunted, feeling the rope press, pulling her ankles together. She could feel the man's angry member press inside her. She realized he owned her. She was his meat and he was going to pop her and hang her up to be processed like so many others.

Her eyes went wide in desperation, feeling the cock begin to thrust, her heart racing in fear. His hands gripped the curves of her hips getting himself ready to ride her.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the young worker grab hold of the lever even as her body took to the cock, like so many before it. She closed her eyes resigned to being turned into parts, accepting all of it. Then there was a click but it didn’t sound quite like the lever.

“Hey, what the hell?!" Merle’s voice bellowed, reverberating through the nearly empty room.

Kimberly looked up with joy and relief. It was Merle, he didn’t’ look at her and his face was beat red.

"Who told you mooks you could pop my sows?" he demanded, his hands on his hips in anger.

"Sorry boss we didn't know these were yours," Jake began apologetically.

"Lets see your work slip," Merle snarled, snatching the piece of paper from the senior man’s hand.

"You idiot! This is three not two,"

"I told you," the youngest worker piped up.

"Shut up, I want all of you out of here,” Merle pointed to the door. “I’m docking your pay the cost of three grade A’s for this!"

Kimberly heard the tirade, relieved that he arrived in time, swallowing, feeling the steel about her neck, she began to pant softly.

“$300?” Jake sputtered. “But we only did two!”

“Now you can count, maybe you'll count better next time!” Merle continued to thunder. “Now get outta here, you’re already late for the group at room 2!”

As the men shuffled out of the room with their tails between their legs, Merle opened the lunette and pulled the rope from Kimberly’s ankles. "Get up," he directed.

Kimberly carefully knelt up before standing. She looked at Merle with unabashed relief and gratitude.

Merle ignored her, still angry. The owner flipped open his cell phone.

"Ash? Yeah, listen, some idiots here popped Lims and Bert's sows. Now Bert's was just an old pony so we can replace it with one from my stable. Yeah give him Betty. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you to Lim. Yeah. Draw up the papers and the report to the auction holding cage. Right." He slapped the phone shut.

Kimberly remembered Merle’s assistant from 2 weeks before, his quick decision astonished her.

"OK, let's finish this tour. I see you've gotten a pretty good overview of our grade B operation," Merle gestured to the two hanging sows, as he regained his composure.

Kimberly blinked in acknowledgement, nodding and swallowing, casting one last glance at the other two, her sex lips still puffy from the sexing. They were now meat and she wasn’t at least not yet, she reminded herself about the auction’s potential consequences.

She looked again at him behind his glasses, amazed at how quickly he solved his problems and wondered what he would have done had they succeeded. Wondering if the consequences would have been much more than having their pay docked.

After quickly operating the conveyor to send the two sows through to be processed further, Merle pulled Kimberly back out into the hall. They made their way among the workers and sows.

Kimberly found herself simultaneously grateful to him and fascinated at his clinical judgment. She followed obediently on her leash, feeling a little special being lead by him.

"OK here we are. I think you'll like this," he said turning to give her a crooked smile as they arrived in front of a door marked ‘Automated Spitting One’.

Kimberly was unable to smile, but her eyes lit up in recognition. She felt her sex begin to buzz at the thought of the machine and its wonderfully filling spit.

Merle opened the door and inside were three gleaming Jessica machines in and equally clean and sparkling new room. Serge was inside making some final adjustments.

Kimberly’s eyes twinkled with recognition. She murmured a hello from behind the gag. The blonde felt her heart soar in happiness for him.

Serge look up to see who was entering the room, and smiled in recognition. "Ah great, you've brought my sow. Could you put her on machine one?" he requested, gesturing to the machine before him.

"Sure thing," Merle nodded, leading Kimberly over to the machine he was tweaking.

Kimberly felt no reluctance following Merle. She looked at Serge expectantly, not minding being called 'sow' too much between the two of them.

"OK, kneel down here," Merle instructed, positioning Kimberly in front of the machine and assisting her down to her knees.

Kimberly nodded obediently, knowing the procedure and eagerly complying. She lowered herself, kneeling on the two leather knee pads. Her breaths were becoming ragged with arousal.

She felt Merle’s firm on her slender neck, being bent forward and the straps being run over ivory back and neck. As they were tightened she could feel herself being pulled into the embrace of the machine.

Kimberly looked straight ahead, feeling the familiar straps pulled snug. She stretching out her neck, her chin pressing into the familiar chin rest.

Merle pulled straps behind her knees and across the curves of her calves. Drawing her hips forward, opening and exposing her bottom fillet to him. He snapped a polished steel bar across the backs of her ankles, holding her in place.

Kimberly glanced at Serge sideways, her green eyes filled with affection and anticipation. She grunted softly against the gag, feeling Merle opening her. She offered her body up. She wondered if the pair planned to take her.

"Mind if I fuck your sow while you work?” Merle asked, gesturing to Kimberly.

"Not at all, help yourself," Serge agreed without hesitation. “I’ve just got to make sure this drive is working properly,” he explained, going back to his screw driver and open console.

"Thanks," Merle acknowledged, lifting Kimberly's tag on the pads of his finger tips, and smiled as he read it. His large hands traced over the curves of her bottom, with his thumbs running between their furrow, as if inspecting and grading them. Merle spat on his hand and then his big firm fingers probed her holes.

Kimberly moaned softly in anticipation, thrilled to pieces.

Serge continued working, the machine shifting slightly with his tinkering, there was a sound of scraping of metal, and soft tapping.

"This always helps open up a sow for the spit," Merle explained as the blonde felt Merle's hard knob against her pouting sex lips, kissing them as it rubbed against them.

Kimberly moaned, pressing back to receive him, feeling the bonds hold her tight.

"Okay," Serge said, talking about his machine. He turned a knob that clicked before the suction cups popped up and brush against Kimberly’s nipples.

Kimberly was aroused that Serge was watching and thrilled that he was allowing her to help him with the sale.

Her thoughts were pulled away as she felt Merle sank himself deeply inside of her. She heard him sigh contentedly

She shared his deep breath of delight, closing her eyes, feeling his wonderful length inside her. She didn’t care how many other sows had experienced this, just felt so completely filled and content.

The machine's compressor sprang to life and Kimberly felt her nipples pop into the suction cups, held there by the vacuum. She groaned softly at the tugging.

"Hey Merle, I'm going to start up the spitting cycle. You might want to use her ass instead," Serge suggested diplomatically as the older man’s hips pistoned against his assistant and sow.

Kimberly’s heart soared at the thought of the spit. She flushed a deeper shade of pink in anticipation.

"Sure thing," Merle breathed, working the sow rigorously before pulling out and beginning to rub himself against her tight anus.

Kimberly mewed against the gag, feeling Merle prodding her before suddenly feeling the twinge of the needles sinking into her breasts, followed by the warm flush of the cooking oil being pumped into them. The rush was familiar rush of as her breasts slowly grew, swelling, and warming as they filled.

Before she could dwell any further on the needles, Merle pushed himself past her sphincter. Her anus gripped his ample shaft in a loving and desperate embrace. She groaned again, trying to toss her head, the strap holding her in place. She felt him stretch and fill her. Her insides were roiling as her stomach filled with butterflies of delight.

The machine was humming now. It was only a moment before she felt it, the tip of the cold hard spit against her, puffy, wet sex lips. It began to slowly force them open.

Kimberly moaned, her eyes slipping closed for a moment in memory. She felt it press and part. Her body stretched to take, it, embracing it with delight.

"Well, it's on auto now, think I’ll join in," Serge announced nonchalantly. He rose and presented his stiff member as the spit pushed Kimberly’s sex lips wide apart. He watched her tremble and shake, knowing her button must be exploding with each millimeter push inside.

Serge rubbed his mushrooming head against Kimberly’s gag looking down at her while Merle and the spit had their way. He saw her straining to take both the spit and Merle, but still she managed, to looking up at him, a look of realization in her eyes, that this would be the first time he would have ever been inside her. The look stoked his arousal too much to even think of resisting his urges.

Serge pulled away the gag but before Kimberly could speak, he replaced it with his cock. She was now completely filled as the machine infused her breasts with cooking fluid.

Kimberly groaned as the presence now within her mouth. She looked up at Serge, sucking enthusiastically and obediently. Merle’s thrumming and the push of the spit ever constant and wondrous. She listened to the men converse as her breasts grew from a modest B to buxom DD again. As she was filled and sexed, she felt the spit against the back of her womb. The spit automatically stopped and she was as close as she could be to being a spitted sow without actually being spitted. The men used her like the meat that she now was.

The sounds of Merle's flesh slapping Kimberly’s combined with the click and whir of the machine spinning in place and the smacking of Kimberly’s lips against Serge’s cock. They conversed on how the machine could have even more manual aspects to it. Merle was getting flack from his union. Serge promised to see what else could be done, as he grunted through Kimberly’s ministrations.

Kimberly did not care about her situation. She was completely consumed by the moment, eager to be the sow to the two men and, the machine.

Sensing that the breasts in the cups were filled to the preset level, the machine withdrew the needles and suction cups.

Kimberly felt her renewed DD cup breasts hanging heavily below her as the sexing continued. She came, feeling rapid fire orgasms go through her in groups. Merle’s constant thrusting was rubbing her clitoris against the shaft of the spit in the most delicious and wonderful way.

She had become a sow on a spitting machine. The only reason the spit was not running through her now was that her owners had other plans.

Kimberly felt such gratitude to Serge, Merle and Serge’s wonderful machine. An image of herself like the sows of Squeal of the Pig filled her mind.

Merle came first. She felt him tense up and thrust hard and deep into her anus. His warm jism filled her She heard him grunt and an expression of orgasm. Her bottom was on fire, taking all he had, milking him inside.

Serge followed, with the machine holding her in place, he simply pushed his hips forward and she felt her mouth fill with every contraction of the inventor’s body. Kimberly eagerly swallowed around him, running her tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the cum as it squirted into her mouth.

As Serge pulled out, he replaced the gag in her mouth, not allowing her to speak.

Merle withdrew, his cum dribbling out of her and over her impaled sex lips.

Kimberly swallowed again, feeling the gag pressed back into her mouth, her body on fire from the sexing, the delicious spit still in place, before it was withdrawn, unsure if some part of her wanted it completely.

Glistening with Kimberly’s juices the spit emerged from her sex as Merle released the straps.

"I love your machine. And your sow," he remarked, as he unbuckled Kimberly’s straps.

"Yup, not bad huh?" Serge responded, checking that he was zipped up, getting ready to resume his adjustments.

"Well I better get her to the pen, I've got a lot more to take care of today," Merle said, letting Serge return to his work.

Kimberly glowed from the sexing. She licked the notched ball gag, still tasting Serge in wonder. Merle’s compliments inspired pride for Serge and for herself.

Merle took Kimberly by her elbow and helped her off the machine. As she knelt up, he lifted one her newly filled breasts gave it a gentle squeeze. "Very nice,” he smiled, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles..

“Well let's go,” he said, bidding Serge goodbye and leading Kimberly away.

Kimberly felt the warmth of his fingers even after he had removed it, remembering his preferences at the banquet of the Squeal of the Pig. Kimberly cast one last glance in Serge’s direction, following Merle. Her breasts jostled and bottom dimpled, continuing to feel her warmed insides with delight.

Merle lead Kimberly back out in the corridor. He lead her along until they exited the building into the sunlight. Outside, across a dusty yard was a barn, part of an old sow husbandry operation.

Kimberly followed without protest, the Indian summer made the trip pleasant enough. She tossed her head to remove stray tresses of hair from her eyes.

They crossed the yard and entered the old wooden barn. The inside was almost entirely taken up by a large pen, and in it were least five dozen naked sows, some of whom seemed familiar to Kimberly. Merle popped out her gag.

"Well we don't need that anymore," he smiled as Kimberly stretched her jaws.

“Thank you-for everything,” Kimberly smiled with gratitude. “-I don't know how I'll ever repay you for the B grade room,” her voice trailed off. Kimberly kept her shoulders back to proudly present her breasts to him.

"Don't mention it. You are worth more here,” he smiled, cupping and weighing one of her breasts again. “There a water and feed trough in the pen for you," he explained.

Kimberly managed to gush out a stammered, ‘thank you’, beaming at the meat packer.

Merle pulled out his keys and opened the pen’s gate for her. Removing her leash, he waited for her to step through before closing and locking the gate behind her. He turned and left her with the herd of beautiful sows.

Ashley Jackson, Merle Hill’s former assistant was also looking around. The raven haired beauty wasn’t sure how her time as a charity sow for the auction would end. She hoped that by Monday she would be back in her suit, answering Merle’s telephone and making sure his errands were completed. Ashley returned to the feeding trough, kneeling to lap at the gruel.

Another sow, on the barn floor near the gate, lifted her gaze slowly, watching the new addition to their small herd. The brunette had been donated by her father, the owner of a string of groceries that could be found in every small town in the state. She shifted slightly in place; she felt the digging of the twine binding her wrists together.

Kimberly walked further into the pen. She examined the feeding troughs and water stations, the straw under her bare feet scratchy. A sow to her right rose carefully to her feet, arching and stretching her back. She said hello to the rising sow, receiving a shy smile in return before the sow made her way to the water trough to drink.

“Hello new sow,” Ashley said, looking up from the trough, licking the sweet, glistening juices from her rose coloured lips.

Kimberly was glad to see a smile, then, hearing Ashley speak, she returned the greeting. “Hi, you're Merle's assistant, Ashley, aren’t' you?”

“I’m glad you noticed,” Ashley smiled, rising from the trough to face Kimberly.

“Well, the workers don't really notice, but I guess sows notice the differences!” Kimberly responded, giggling nervously and receiving a smile in return.

“We met at the restaurant? I was there for the unveiling of the Jessica spitting machine?” Kimberly persisted, looking at Ashley expectantly for some sign of recognition.

“Oh yes we did!” Ashley exclaimed with a laugh and a nod.

“I was there for the first part as a sow, then I got my clothes back on for dinner!” Kimberly giggled with the memory, shifting in place as if to balance herself from being overwhelmed by the memory.

“-To sign the papers for this right?” Ashley clarified.

“Yes,” Kimberly nodded, “-You do remember!”

“Yes I do, I had to file the papers,” Ashley nodded in memory.

A smiling sow wandered over to the pair, “Hi there,” she greeted with a smile.

“Oh hi;” Kimberly smiled brightly at the new arrival, moving slightly to her left to allow the circle of conversation to be expanded. “I'm Kimberly and this is Ashley,” she introduced, looking at Ashley as she spoke her name..

“Genessa,” the new comer supplied with a smile. “I'd shake your hand but-“ she giggled and shrugged half turning to show of her now helplessly bound wrists.

The pair laughed at the new comer’s antics.

“It happens doesn't it?” Kimberly responded. “I'm here representing Jessica systems,” she explained glancing down at the gold tag through her labia.

“Oh wow, that’s hot!” Ashley exclaimed seeing the tiny disc bouncing from Kimberly’s sex.

“It felt like a hornet stung me when they put it in!” Kimberly laughed in response “-But I got used to it!”

“Well since I work for Merle, I’m representing his company,” Ashley explained to Genessa.

“My father ‘volunteered’ me. He owns the Dennsmore Grocery chain,” Geness explained.

“I guess after the auction if we don't end up on spitted we get a year off from the lottery,” Kimberly smiled at the prospect, happy that the herd was so large and the odds were smaller with each addition of another sow.

“Yeah that’s awesome!” Ashley agreed. “I don’t know if I’ll go back to my old job or stay here at Hill’s if I don’t lose the draw,” she mused aloud.

“He volunteered you or entered you without asking?” Kimberly asked a little surprised.

“He volunteered me,” Genessa nodded and shrugged.

“Oh! That must have been a shock, are you okay?” Kimberly asked, concerned.

“I was volunteered too,” Ashley added, making it clear that Kimberly’s choice might have been more the exception than the rule.

“I look at it this way,” Genessa began to explain. “If I'm not selected then great. If I am, then either way the suspense is over,” she chuckled softly, adopting a philosophical position about the whole situation.

“That's true,” Kimberly nodded “It can be a very interesting experience.- I spent a whole weekend as a demonstration sow.”

“That must have had its ups and downs,” Ashley commented.

“Yes,” Kimberly nodded. “-It did, some parts were better than others,” she recalled.

“Wow!” Genessa marvelled at the revelation.

“I bet,” Ashley nodded in sympathy, imagining Kimberly’s time as a demonstration sow.

“How was being Merle's assistant? Was he a good boss?” Kimberly began before almost biting her tongue as the words left her mouth. “Or is he I should say - sorry!” she apologized, mortified by her choice of words.

“Oh no,” Ashley, shook her head at Kimberly’s embarrassment, assuaging it. “He’s an awesome boss!”

“He is quite the charmer!” Kimberly nodded, unable to keep a smile from her face.

“He is!” Ashley laughed, knowing exactly what Kimberly was referring to.

“How long ago did he take you off the processing line?”

“A few weeks now,” Ashley nodded, recalling being in the line up of a herd to be spitted. “I was going to be a part of some big party, then Merle saved me.”

“And how do you find his sex?” Kimberly giggled, giving the beauty a look of understanding.

“The 9th wonder of the world!” Ashley smiled.

“He is wonderful!” Kimberly nodded, a shivering going through her.

“Oh yes!” Ashley nodded in agreement, she had long since given up being jealous, the man had his pick of a handful of sows every day and she was usually one of them, but exclusively, after all, he was married.

“We just had some fun before he left me,” Kimberly explained, unabashedly beaming in memory of the experience.

“Awesome!” Ashley smiled in a congratulatory fashion.

“Uh huh,” Kimberly nodded, smiling in memory, getting a laugh from the pair.

“Tomorrow will be more of the same with whomever buys us,” Kimberly said, bringing them back to reality.

“Yes, hopefully someone fun,” Ashley commented

“I wonder how it will go,” Kimberly mused aloud. “I think they are cooking 3 or 4 for supper.”

“I dunno for sure,” Ashley shrugged, Merle hadn’t clued her into everything, she wasn’t his only assist.

“That's a lot of sows for one dinner,” Genessa said, the odds not as good as she had hoped.

“I think there will be about 100 here tomorrow, but I'm not sure, how many did Merle arrange for Ashley?” Kimberly asked, having gathered a few things from Serge but not knowing the whole story.

“Ummm. like 150 or so,” she said, looking up in thought. “We have over 100 RSVP’s but some invitees will probably just show up.”

“Well if the mayor is one of the bidders I’d be careful, I hear he calls blondes the other white meat!” Genessa giggled, referring to Kimberly’s hair.

“I guess that I should,” Kimberly nodding and licked her lips nervously before changing the subject.

“The spitting machine is incredible, but you only get to ride it once,” Kimberly said, with a mixture of fear, pride and arousal.

“I’ve seen it in operation,” Ashley began, nodding in agreement, referring to the demonstration at The Squeal of the Pig. “Its so intriguing,” she commented, her spectacles giving her an intellectual bent to go with her comment.

“It feels incredible! You wouldn't believe how much!” Kimberly gushed in memory of her latest ride.

“You’re so lucky!” Ashley commented with some envy, remembering the expression on the dark skinned sow’s face as the spit took her.

“Well, I don't know, I ended up here in a pen!” Kimberly giggled about the machine. “I started out helping Serge, the owner and designer 6 weeks ago and now here I am!”

“Well i should have been dinner a long time ago so I'm thrilled to be here!” Ashley reminded her.

“That's true,” Kimberly conceded, “But you must have seen thousands processed by now. Serge's machine will make it easier for the sow and the worker. I'm just so proud I could be part of it

“Me too,” Ashley nodded, proudly an employee of Hill’s Meats.

“I think I’m going to get some sleep,” Genessa said suddenly, the conversation about being spitted making her a little more nervous than she had previously let on.

“Okay,” Ashley smiled, I’m going to have a bit more to eat. “The gruel that Merle got for this weekend is like gourmet!” she laughed, getting ready to go back to the trough for more.

“I haven’t tried it yet, but I haven’t had supper either,” Kimberly smiled, preparing to with her. “Night Gen,” Kimberly said to the departing sow, receiving a salutation in return.

The blonde sow and the raven haired sow, found spots at the trough for something to eat, both wondering what the next day would bring.