The profound humiliation of being sold at an auction, like a piece of meat, did not begin to poison the atmosphere until light flooded in, revealing all the mysteries of the darkness used to stow away the merchandise. It blinked, struggling to adjust it’s eyes. Indistinguishable colors slowly sharpened into focus to reveal a rather large barn, stocked full of common and uncommon items and equipment.
Among the bales of straw and farm tools were an unusual selection of shackles, and a stockade. Peering around further, a table filled with odd contraptions and a rack of strange costumes were visible; None of them as foreign and unsettling as the large shadowy figure lumbering straight towards the captive male. It squinted, struggling to make out the face of a large, oddly misshapen man, approaching him, mouth stretched open by a locked gag.
A blind frenzy overcame the wretch, pushing muted shouts out from behind its own oral restraint. Terrified of the humanoid creature that was now gently stroking the thick luscious hair covering its stocky body. It trashed and struggled to no avail. Strung up like a holiday roast, ankles and feet shackled together, exposing a delicate posterior to the whim of the captor. In the next few horrifying minutes, the man-beast deftly shaved down his hog with a long, blood-chilling barber blade. Every stroke of the metal edge taunted the skin with lethal potential, exposing tender flesh around the pig’s genitals to a new level of shame.
False hope washed over the little troll as his barber retreated. For a moment silence brought a profound feeling of relief, only to be squashed by the barn doors swinging open. A long elegant shadow loomed through followed by the woman from the market, the one who had bid highest.
“Well done, Three,′′ she suddenly towered over the hogtied male. “ finish the preparations and go eat your dinner with the others. You all may return for dessert.” Her words stretched out into a menacing grin across her face.
She pulled a bottle out of her overall pockets, the same dirty, loose fitting overalls from the auction, and downed several large gulps of a pungent smelling spirit. The contents of the bottle weaned as she oversaw her big, awkward servants stocking a station with various items.
“Okay, good” the end of her commands was marked by the sound of the empty bottle hitting the ground. The sound startled the captive and his attention was suddenly consumed by the bare flesh of its Mistress hatching out of her crude clothing. Her ass, perfectly exposed by the tiniest panties, was now in full view. Her figure pacing around the dungeon in a pair of boots and undies, intoxicated the prisoner, rendering him all but amnesic to the circumstances.
As her perfectly spherical buttocks jiggled into a harness, the jolting sensation of a cold, hard object slipping into his anus shattered the fantasy. Three, somehow now uncomfortably close, let out an imbecilic laugh from behind the rubber ball in his wet sloppy mouth, and fed the hose deeper.
Panic returned, even more desperate than before, when the blade was emasculating the purchase’s privates. Before the flood of anxious presumptions could solidify into a desperate boycott attempt Three turned a crank releasing a steady stream of water through the garden hose nozzle penetrating the male captive. Water gushed in, quickly flooding the intestines.
“Do at least five rounds, Three. This one looks like it’s eaten a lot of trash.”
For a moment, her scent wafted by, almost ripping the troll away from its misery, but the pleasure soon precluded with a shrinking glimpse of the owner’s toned ass strutting away atop leather boots.
A sinking sensation washed over the hog, all hope dwindling as the stomach distended by the water pressure.
“WHUH!” Three shouted triumphantly behind the gag, and ripped the hose out of the orifice it had occupied.
Shame took a new shape at that moment. Foul water spilled uncontrollably from the backside of the newcomer. Nothing could be more degrading than this, the thought was inescapable for him as he vacated helplessly in front of a stranger. The flow seemed neverending, every second bringing more stench and humiliation. Three stood stoic, hose in hand, unbroken gaze. He calmly hosed the mess down a drain and returned to complete his commands; Four more rounds. The scars on his body told tales of what rebelion awards the subjects of this plantation.
The rest would remain a mystery until the enema was done and the Lady returned.