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“ C rawl to me, piggy,” Catalina drawls, teasing me. “Shoulda run faster if ya didn’t want to be the one on your knees.” I huff out an oink, letting her gloat about beating me back to the house, like I didn’t purposely slow down just as she caught up to me. After losing our game, Catalina enthusiastically stripped me naked and placed the plastic pig mask over my face, ready to have her way with me.

I crawl across the grass, pretending to root along with my plastic nose, searching for her. Catalina’s open legs appear through the eye holes of my mask. Her center remains hidden outside the small windows of vision. I shuffle closer until the ground’s earthy aroma gives way to the sweet musk of her arousal. My snorts turn to squeals of delight when my mask crinkles against her foot. She rubs her toes underneath my chin, tilting up the bottom of the mask. “On your back,” she commands.

The mask snaps against my face as she pulls her foot back. I roll over, grunting, letting my arms and legs sway above me. Still unable to see more than what the small eye holes allow, I listen for her next move. “I was saving these for you, to hold you over, but you got so damn impatient today at Lucille’s,” she scolds. I snort in disagreement, and she chuckles.

Her footsteps creak against the wooden steps of our porch, and I squirm, desperate to catch a glimpse of her. “Uh-uh! Stay put like a good little piggy,” she clucks, and I freeze. The old screen door scrapes open, not having time to slam shut before opening again. Her steps make their way towards me until I feel the coolness of her shadow over my body.

She leans over me, her hair tickling my skin, and a tin bucket clanks down next to my head. The potent smell of innards permeates through the mask, the aroma of meat overpowering as it sits in its own juices. My body hums, and I take in small sips of air, savoring the way the scent burns in my throat. The squish of her hand in the bucket makes my heart race like a jackrabbit caught in a trap. Something smooth and damp drapes over my stomach, and all the heat in my body floods to my center. Cat pulls out more length of the slippery strand, winding it into a weighted coil on my stomach. Fluid drips from the pile down my sides, gathering into a puddle beneath me.

“I could turn you into a little sausage with these,” Cat taunts in a low, husky tone. “But I’m afraid his last romp through the arena put too many holes in ‘em.”

She squeezes my wrists together and wraps a wet, rubbery cord around them. Another piece of viscera lifts from my abdomen, and she constricts it around my ankles. She rocks my hips forward and binds my legs to my arms—hogtying me with what’s left of my last little pig’s intestines.

I squirm, letting my limbs slide against the viscous coating of the intestines binding me. The liquid drips down my thighs, mixing with the arousal seeping from my needy pussy. A noise caught between a squeal and a moan escapes from under my mask.

“I love a good rump roast,” Catalina laughs, pressing her hands against the backs of my thighs. She pushes my body back, raising my ass. Holding my legs with one arm, she walks her fingers down my leg until they brush through my folds. She glides between them, gathering up the slick mixture pooling there before rolling her fingers over my swollen clit. She waits for my breathing to turn into hitches and gasps before grazing her tongue over my entrance.

As I lie there panting, hot air forms a wall of moisture behind the mask. Drops of sweat and condensation bead my face. My squeals increase in pitch, getting more frantic with every passing of her tongue. I shriek and snort, writhing in her grasp. “You’re such a dirty fucking girl,” she moans into me and slaps the tender surface of my pussy. Lightning works its way up my spine and out of my mouth as a feral scream. Another slap rings out with the wet sound of skin against skin.

“Squeal for me, Sadie,” she growls, the words rumbling in her throat before she thrusts her tongue past my entrance. Pressure builds inside me with each swirl of her tongue against my inner walls. I try to draw her further in with every contraction of my impending climax. My limbs pull and slide against their entrail restraints, membranous fluid streaking down my skin. My back curves, my body magnetized to hers, aching for her. I beg for her to give me as much as I can take. Tension builds inside me, tighter and tighter before finally snapping. A final squeal rips through my vocal chords, and my back slams to the ground as my release plows through me, leaving every muscle quivering.

Catalina collapses next to me, curling her body around mine. She removes the mask with one hand and caresses my breasts with the other. My skin tingles under her fingers as they make their way across my chest. “What a dirty little piggy,” she whispers against my neck before sitting up to free my arms and legs. “Let’s get you cleaned up and fed.”