Mitch

[Sandra B]

97.
But she had given them a kick-start, and now it was time to leave the Milkmaxes to do their work.  She switched off her dil-do, and as she headed for the door, she smiled and gave them a little wave.
“Thank you boys.  You make Yulya feel good.  I come back later to see who give me most milk.”
The only reply was Max depositing a second load in his condom.

Outside she ran into Shirley.
“Yulya!  Goodness, I haven't seen that outfit for ages!  Don’t give the boys a heart attack, will you?  Are you all right?  You seem…slightly flushed.”
“I good, Miss Shirley.  Boys like Batgirl very much.  Make them very obedient.”
“I bet she does.  Could you come to my office?  I just want to discuss the schedule for next week, when Mitch gets back.”
“Of course.”
“And those girls are demanding to see the tickle machine.  Any ideas?”
“There is way, Miss Shirley, I think.  I tell you later…”

Back in Shirley’s office, she made them coffee and they sat down to discuss plans.  But before they had had a chance to begin, the phone rang.  She picked it up.
“Hello?  Oh, Alison.  Hello.  How are you…?   Oh.  Good.  I see.  Wait a minute.  Yulya’s with me.  I’ll put you on speaker.   There.  So what can I do for you?  What’s this proposition?”
Alison was Shirley’s major supplier of clothes and equipment.  She had been instrumental in helping she and Mandy to start the business.
“Hi Yulya.  Well, dear, we’re working on a new line.  And I was wondering…  I know you’ve got a few boys there at the moment…  I was wondering whether you could help with testing.”
“If I can, of course.  What is it, then?”
“You know we used to do some animal costumes.  Yes, well, we’ve found a new source, and they’re so well-made, so beautiful.  They’ve sent us some samples, and I was wondering whether you could sort of do a test run for us.  You know, I’d like to know how robust they are, how they stand up to a few days use.  They’ve sent us a medium size – probably fit mid-teens, something like that.  Have you got any appropriate subjects in at the moment?”
Shirley looked at Yulya.  “Have we, Yulya?” she said, archly.
Yulya laughed.  “We have perfect pair, Miss Alison.  Do you have two outfits?”
“It’s like Noah’s Ark here!  We have two of each animal!  We have two horses, two cows, and two pigs.  Would any of those serve a purpose?”
“Ooh, I like the idea of horses,” said Shirley.  “We have two little girls here who would love to ride them.”
“But Miss Shirley, have you seen boys today?  Now have nose rings.  Girls even called them piggies this morning.”
“Really?  Hear that Alison?  Maybe we should try the piggy costumes.”
“Perfect!  So it’s definitely piggies then?”
“Yes.  Though if it’s a successful trial, we can always use others.  Would you be able to help fit them?”
“Of course.  I can bring them over whenever you like.  The sooner the better.”
“Well, tomorrow?  We have nothing else on.”
“Great.  I’ll see you in the morning.  It should be fun!”
“It should be.  See you then, darling.  Bye!”
“Bye”
Shirley looked at Yulya.  “Pigs, eh?  Appropriate for those two, don’t you think?”

[Sandra B]

98.
Yulya called in on the boys that lunchtime.  They were still giving generously.  They stood there squirming in their shackles, their faces flushed, their eyes pleading, making cute little muffled whining noises through their sissifiers, against the quiet background hum of the machines.  Yulya was very gratified to see their condoms were filling up nicely, the two teats now as big as golf balls.
“Good!  Boys doing really well!  Miss Shirley will be pleased.  As special treat, after lunch I bring you visitors – Edith and Marian.  Please, don’t frighten.  I have screens.  You will see.  Relax and make milk.”
Using the remote, she adjusted the frequency of the vibrations.  The vibrations slowed, and the hum dropped an octave.  Max, who had been teetering on the edge for the last twenty minutes, made a noise somewhere a sob and a choke, and pumped another load into his condom.  Yulya smiled with satisfaction.  As she was closing the parlour door behind her, she met Mandy in the corridor.
“How are they doing, Yulya?”
“Very good, Miss Mandy.  Quite big milk already.”
“Good.  They’re going to have a very tasty sweet at supper tonight.”
“Soon they want milky treats every day!”
“That’s the idea.”
“At two-thirty girls will visit.  I put up screen.”
“Shirley told me.  We’ll be there.  And Deborah.  Should be a laugh!”
“Girls laugh, I’m sure!”

Yulya soon returned.  She wedged the door open, and carried in three chrome rope pillars on heavy bases, like those used to funnel queues.  The spaced them in front of the boys and attached the two ropes so they were taut.  Then she hung lengths of opaque silk from the ropes, obscuring the boys lower halves.  She then brought in six chairs one by one, and arranged them in a row on the other side of the room, facing the boys.  Then she turned off the vibrators.
“Have break, boys.  Audience be here in…” - she checked the Bat Watch - “…in about half hour.  Remember girls think you tickle.”
She went to leave.  “Oh!  Almost forgot.”
She reached into one of her Bat Pouches and produced two tiny silver bells on rings.  She approached the boys. 
“You first, Max…”
She leant forward and attached the bell to his nose ring.  Her perfume, mixed with the smell of warm latex, enveloped him.  Her latex gloves lingered under his nose, and she deliberately allowed her breast to push against his shoulder, sending a shiver through his body, and, despite the fact he was almost drained of sperm, making his pen-is quiver with desire.  Luke got the same treatment, and felt the point of her nipple against his neck.  Yulya was having fun.

The boys were on tenterhooks, and theu were kept waiting forty-five minutes before the visitors arrived.  Of course, the girls were first in, but Deborah skilfully kept them back, though they wanted to run and see the boys close up, and got them settled in the middle two chairs.  Then Mandy and Shirley sat at one end, and Deborah and Yulya at the other, Yulya next to Edith.
“Are they being tickled?” asked Marian, in a slightly disappointed tone.  “They don’t look like they are.”
“Not yet, dear,” said Shirley.  We haven’t turned on the tickle machine yet.  Yulya, you have the remote.  Shall we start?”
“But where are they being tickled?  Why can’t we see?”
“Well, their feet and their legs, but also their bottoms, so it wouldn’t be fair make them show us that.”
“Don’t they have any knickers on then?”
“I’m not sure, darling…”
“Aren’t they being fed today?  They don’t have those feeding tubes like before?” remarked Edith.
“No,” said Mandy.  “We’re going to feed them later.  I’m making a special dessert for them as a reward for putting on a show for us.”
“But they still have those big dummies strapped on.”
“Yes.  It helps them cope with the tickles.  It’s comforting for them to have something to suc-k on.”
“No,” cried Marian.  Don’t let them.  Why should they have dummies?  Take them off!”
Mandy looked at Shirley.
“Why not?” said Shirley.  “Let them squeal.  Yulya?  Would you do the honours?”

Yulya went over and unstrapped the sissifiers. 
“Please,” begged Luke, as his was removed.  Yulya replied only with a wink.  She returned to her seat and sat down, concealing them in her hands as best as she could.  But Edith caught a glimpse.
“They’re big…” she gasped.
“Well, they’re for big boys,” remarked Mandy.
Yulya tucked them behind her, and picked up the remote.  She started on the lowest settings.  The boys, shifted uneasily, and looked very self-conscious.  Slowly she increased the frequency, until they began to fidget and make little protesting noises, and their little bells began to tinkle. 
“No…please…” moaned Luke.
The girls were happier now.  Edith looked at the remote.
“What are those dials for, Yulya?”
“This one power of tickle, this one fast or slow tickle.  This one at end type of tickle.  Can be steady, off and on tickle, fast and slow, random tickle.”
“Can I have a go?”
“Yeah,” cried Marian.  “Can we have a go?”
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Let Yulya do it for now, girls,” said Mandy.  “In a few minutes we’ll let you try it out.”
“Yippee!  We’re gonna tickle those stupid boys!”
“Look at Max!  He’s going all funny.  Look at his face!”
Max was groaning.  Yulya turned the control back to a slow setting.  She wanted to save them for the big climax.
After twenty minutes of squirming and bobbing, moaning and pleading, continuously accompanied by the pretty music of the silver bells, the girls got their turns.
“Don’t let them!” cried Max.  “That’s not fair!”
“Yes it is!” shouted Edith.  “You’re the ones who are not fair.  You bully kids smaller than yourselves.  You deserve all the tickling you get!”
Their strategy was predictable.  After winding the dials up and down a few times, and laughing at the wild reactions of the helpless boys, they jointly decided they wanted to see what the tickle machine was really capable of.  Holding the remote between them, they took it in turns to adjust the controls, until they were all on maximum.
The result was inevitable.  Max held on for a few seconds, then gave a great shout, and began to jerk up and down like a marionette.
“Oh, god…ooh, I’m c-um…I mean, no more, please, I can’t stand it…please…”
The girls clapped their hands in delight.  Mandy murmured something about having lots of cream for the boys sweet.  Deborah looked triumphant, it being her firm philosophy that all boys over the age of eleven should be regularly milked to keep them in their places.  Luke resisted longer, but eventually he too succ-umbed, moaning and gasping loudly, and twisting back and forth frantically, making the steel poles quiver.
Oh, fuc-k, no…not again…oh, god, no…you…you fuc-king bitches…”
Everyone was horrified.  The girls were furious.
“Miss?  Did you hear what he said?  He’s horrid!  He ought to be spanked!”
But Deborah Buff-Hopkins was already on the case.  She stood up, withdrew the riding whip from her right boot, and strode over to the boys.  Without a word she marched round behind them.
“Not another word!”
And with that, she proceeded to whip Luke’s bottom.  Twelve blows, as hard as she could muster, ten across the buttocks and two across the tops of his thighs.
It was the work of seconds, but it left him sobbing and choking an pleading for mercy.  Edith and Marian were ecstatic. 
“I-I’m sorry…please…I didn’t mean it…”
“Quiet, boy, or you’ll have another twelve.  And the pair of you will report to me at eight tomorrow morning, for boot-cleaning duties.  Understand?”
“Y-yes, miss…”
“You?”
“Y-yes, m-miss,.  Absolutely, miss…”
She resumed her seat.  Shirley leant over.
“Thank you Deborah.  And that’s a very good idea to have them cleaning your boots.”
“Thank you, Shirley.  I just hope they have enough polish left for the job,” she added, with a meaningful wink.

After the others had filed out, the girls holding onto each other and giggling with delight, Yulya approached the subdued pair.  She shook her head slowly.
“Naughty boys.” 
She checked the condoms.  Both teats were hanging down, heavy with sperm.
“Both very full.  I check weight later to see who win.”
She slid them off, tied the necks off, and put them in a plastic bag for Mandy.  Luke was still sniffling.
“I hope you learn lesson today.  Tomorrow you both have nice surprise.”  She smiled to herself when she thought what it was.  “Winner today get surprise first, yes?”

[Sandra B]

99.
Having given their milk so generously that day, the boys were allowed a few hours to rest and relax and play computer games.  They slouched on the sofa together, and Yulya brought them some drinks and snacks.  She still wore her Batgirl costume, partly to keep them interested, but also because it made her feel so sexy, especially with the smooth shaft of the rubber dil-do buried in her pussy.  After she had gone, Luke whispered to his friend.
“fuc-k, Max, at first I thought she was pretty straight, but she’s as big a pervert as the rest of them, isn't she?  I almost don’t care what they do to us now, so long as she’s around.  Do you think she’d ever… you know?
“No, mate.  We’ve got no chance.  Not unless we kidnap her, like in the series.  You know, she always used to end up trapped by the villain…?”
“Yeah, in bondage…”
“Yeah…  If I had her all tied up, know what I’d do?”
“What?”
“I’d wank myself off and c-um all over her tits!  Her tits are incredible.”
“Is that all?”
“Well, yeah…I guess.  Why, what would you do?”
“Er…well, she’s pretty scary, it’s true…I dunno…”
“Okay, you don’t have to be realistic.  I mean, just, like, fantasize.  Know what I mean?  Say you could do anything.  Say you weren’t scared of her.”
“Okay…”  He frowned with concentration.  “I know.  I’d c-um all over her tits…and her face…and I’d make her suc-k my coc-k, and c-um in her mouth!”
“Woo…really?”
“No, not really!  You said,  fantasize, so I did.  I mean, s’pose she got free?”
“You’re right.  You’d have to run.  But she’s something, isn’t she.  When she turned on her dil-do…”
“Yeah, I know.  She really did, too.  I heard it buzzing…”
“I wanna c-um now, just thinking about her.  I wish we didn’t have these things on.  It almost hurts, doesn’t it?”
“I know.  But I’m gonna masturbate in bed tonight.  Would you describe her while I do it?”
“Okay…but you gotta do the same for me…”
“It’s a deal.  Right.  Let’s play.”

With these, and other similarly bold and daring ideas, the boys resumed their primary occupation of playing, not with themselves, but with their controllers.

In the kitchen, Mandy, assisted by Yulya, was preparing them a risotto.  She was good at risotto.  But today the dessert was the focus of attention. 
The two full condoms lay on the counter.  She weighed them.
“Luke’s is just the bigger.  He gets the prize.”
“He get prize tonight, too.”
“Yes, he will.  And so will Max.  Yulya, darling, would you mix them together in that bowl and whisk them up?  I’ll to put most of it in the little banana cheesecake, and save a tablespoonful for the sweet whipped cream.  I doubt they’ll realise, what with the bananas and the sugar…”

At supper, the cheesecake and whipped cream were produced from the fridge. Mandy divided the cake into two equal portions (though this may have been a little unfair to Luke) and put them in bowls, serving the cream in a separate jug.  To her delight the boys set to greedily, gobbling down the banana sperm cheesecake, and scooping out all the thick whipped c-um-cream to put on top.  They even complimented her on it.
“Thanks Mandy.  That cheesecake was the business…”
“And the cream…”
“It’s a pleasure, boys.  I’ll make you another one soon.”
“Yes please!”

“I think they’re really getting a taste for it,” she remarked, after they had retired to their room to entertain the fantasies.
“Yes,” agreed Yulya.  “And soon they get taste for each other, like all good sissies should!”

[mommasboy]

Utterly delightful forced milkings and feedings, endlessly. The little darlings reduced to sweet, pretty cream factories. I adore this story.

[Sandra B]

100.
“Did you know there were more than forty breeds of pig?  And that’s just in the UK,” remarked Alison, as Mandy helped her in with two large holdalls.
“Really?  So which breed…”  She nodded towards the bags.
“Oh, well, I don’t think they’re that specific,” said Alison.  “But they sent me one pink one and one pink with black markings.  So you’ll be able to tell them apart.  Because, believe me, once they’re all piggied up you won’t know the one from the other!”
“Sounds promising…”
“I do hope they fit.  I hope the subjects aren’t too thin…”
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t say so.  They’re quite big, meaty sorts of guys.  And we’ve been feeding them well,” she added, with an enigmatic smile. 

Luke’s prize was to get fitted up first, and to have the more decorative piggy costume.  Of course, he had no idea what was in store, but when Yulya arrived in the bedroom and told him to get up, he obeyed at once, and was ready to follow her anywhere.  She had dressed in utilitarian style, conscious that she was going to have to play the part of farmgirl or pig-herder, in black latex leggings, black rubber boots, black cropped vest and short black leather jacket.  She took a pair of short black latex gloves from her pocket, and pulled them on, slowly and carefully, watching the boys’ reactions out of the corner of her eye.  She had noticed the mere action, its ambiguity and the hint of discipline to follow, not to mention the sound of the rubber as it encased her fingers, was enough to cause them some alarm and to quell any rebellious thoughts – not that they looked as if they had any, today.
“Luke.  You win competition.  Come with me for special treat, please.”
“Oh, no.  I’m gonna have to clean that Deborah woman’s boots, right?”
“No.  You have reprieve.  Prize has arrived early.  You both clean Miss Buffy-Hopkins’ boots later.” 
She didn’t even bother with a leash, but simply took him by the hand and led him towards the door.
“What about me?  Not fair!” cried Max.  He sounded so much like a six-year-old that Yulya couldn’t conceal a smile.
“Don’t worry, Max.  I return for you soon.”

Yulya led him to one of the dressing rooms, where Shirley, Mandy, Deborah and Alison were waiting.  The bags lay unopened against the wall.
“Hello, Luke,” said Shirley.  “I’d like you to meet our friend and business partner, Alison.  Alison designs and produces and sells clothes and costumes of all sorts.  Alison, this is Luke, one of our newest trainees.”
“Hello Luke.  You’re a handsome fellow.  Very pleased to meet you.”
“Er…yes, pleased to meet you, er…Alison…”
“I understand from Shirley you won some sort of award for outstanding performance.  She won’t tell me exactly what it entailed, but she’s asked me to supply a special prize.”
“Prize…?”
“Yes.  A modelling contract.  Short-term, I’m afraid, unless you turn out to be some sort of wunderkind!  Three days.”
“Oh, er…what do I have to…”
“Model?  Well I have a couple of outfits in mind.  Nothing too garish, don’t worry.  In fact, something quite down-to-earth.  And I suppose you want to know what you’ll be paid.  Now, let me see…”
She took out a small notebook.
“Damn these accountants…ah, yes, here we are.  Trainee models…fifty-five pounds per day.  So a hundred and sixty-five pounds.  Cash, of course.  You’ll have to handle your own tax affairs.”
“Yeah?  Really?”
“Yes.  It’s pretty standard.  Well, is it a deal?”
“Yeah.  Sure.  Max  is gonna be really pissed, though.”
“Well, maybe we can find something for him…  I’ll have a think.”  She smiled.  “So.  Ready?”
“Now?”
“No time like the present.  Get those nightclothes off and we’ll get started.  Don’t be shy.  You’ve got a nice body.”
As Luke was undressing, she opened one of the bags and took out some lengths of shiny black tape.
“Sit down here, please.  Now, I want you to fold your arms up and touch your shoulders.”
“Why do I…?”
“Just do what Alison tells you,” said Deborah, curtly. 
Luke saw her whip was in its usual place, pushed own the side of her boot, so he thought he’d better obey.  Alison deftly wound the bondage tape round one doubled arm, then the other, rendering him defenceless.  The women then lifted him out of the chair and placed him face down on the couch, where his legs received the same treatment.
“W-what are you doing?  I don’t understand…”  He struggled, but all he was able to do was to roll onto his side.  He began to shout, so Mandy quickly pushed a sissifier into his mouth and buckled it up tightly behind his head.
“Right.  Now, let’s get the suit,” said Alison.

The article that came out of the holdall was made of thick, heavy, moulded latex with a matt finish, a sort of dirty pink with big greyish-black patches. 
“Shirley, could you put him on his back?  We need to get the limbs in first.  It’s dusted so it should go one without any fuss.”
They put his arms in first, then his legs.  It’s amazing how helpless one becomes with no operable hands or feet.  His pathetic struggles inconvenienced them not at all.
“Notice the hooves,” said Alison.  “Solid rubber.  The front ones are built up so he won’t be tilting forward.  They’ve even moulded them to look like real pigs’ trotters!”
The belly of the suit sported two rows of little nipples.  At Alison’s request, they turned him over onto his hooves and stood him on the floor.   He had to spread his arms and legs or he would have toppled over.  But it was just as Alison had planned; while he was focusing on keeping his balance he had no means of defending himself.  He was totally vulnerable. 
At the front of the suit there was a short tube or collar, three or four inches deep, which they forced over his head until it snapped into place around his neck.  It fitted snugly under his chin at the front, and just over the sissifier buckle at the back.  From the base of the collar, a heavy duty zip began ran all the way along his back to the end of his spine.  The pull was slotted, and designed to fit over a steel staple welded into the body of the suit at the back end.  With an effort, Alison zipped it up about three-quarters of the way, pulling the latex taut over his body.  It fitted him snugly.
“That’s perfect, isn’t it,” said Alison, with obvious satisfaction.
“Fits him like a glove,” agreed Mandy.
“I haven’t zipped it right up yet, and I’ll show you why.  See here?”
She indicated Luke’s bottom and crotch.  The latex here was pierced with two apertures.  The upper one, opposite the anus, consisted of a steel ring maybe an inch and a half in diameter.  She stuck one finger into the hole so they could see the inside.
“This ring is double, with the latex sandwiched between it.  Very strong.  And it has a purpose, which I’ll demonstrate shortly.”
Luke was beginning to make muffled noises of protest, and trying to move forward.
“Luke!  Keep still, please!  Or we’ll have to tether you up by your nose ring.  If you struggle, you’re going to fall over!  You can start learning to walk piggy-style when we finished dressing you.  Boys! Why are they always so impatient?”
The women had to smile at the seriousness with which Alison said this.  But she had already moved on.
“This lower aperture – well you can guess what that’s for.”
This one was oval, and simply had a thickened latex lip.
“Let me get his little things through…”  She stretched the hole open with her fingers, allowing Luke’s private parts to escape, then let is snap back so that the rubber lip was firmly gripping the base of the shaft behind his balls. 
“Now, I presume you won’t want everything he has on permanent display.  So the manufacturers  have supplied this little pouch of soft latex which can be attached with these six little rubber press-studs…”  She paused.  “Shirley?  Before I put this on…does he have to wear this…this device?  There’s really no need.  In this suit he’s quite incapable of touching himself, you know.”
“Oh, of course…  Mandy?  Do you have the key?  Could you take it off?”
“Yes, I have it on me.  One second…”  Mandy unlocked the chastity device, and slid it off.  “There.  Gone.”
For Luke, it was almost worth the humiliation of the rubber piggy suit, just to get rid of that awful thing.  Alison attached the pouch.  After days of constriction it felt so soft and comfortable he could have smiled – had he not been firmly gagged.  But his relief was short-lived.
“Now, the finishing touch.” 
She produced from the bag a black rubber plug, maybe four inches long or so, shaped rather like one of those strange toadstools called a stinkhorn – a smooth shaft with an end like a small hen’s egg point first, and a tiny steel button at the tip.  From the base projected a threaded steel tube no more than an inch long.  “You know what this is, ladies.  This has to be inserted underneath the suit, before the zip is locked, so that it cannot be removed.  I’ll demonstrate.”
Luke guessed what she was about to do, but had no way of protecting himself.  She  lubricated the plug with a clear gel from a tube, and, pulling back the latex at the end of the open zip, slid it down between his buttocks and, without a moment’s hesitation, pushed it firmly home into his anus.  Luke flinched, his eyes widened, and he emitted a dismayed squeak.  Then she pushed the short steel tube through the steel ring, where it fitted exactly, and snapped the latex back into place.  All that remained was to close the zip, push the hasp in place over the staple, and secure it with a tiny padlock.
“Now, we’re getting somewhere.  Now, every piggy needs a tail.  Here is Luke’s.”
She held up a little curly pink rubber tail on a circular base.  She waggled it to demonstrate its flexibility, then showed them that inside was another threaded steel tube, designed to screw onto that projecting from Luke’s butt.  Into that one she first slid a single double-A battery, then screwed the tail home, so that the rubber base fitted tightly against the latex skin.  She flicked it a couple of time, then pulled it and let it go, making it dance like a spring.
The women giggled.  “He looks so cute,” said Shirley.
“I’m not finished yet, darling.”
She rummaged in the bag.  Out came a spherical pink latex piggy hood, with open face and floppy ears.
“Could someone give me a hand?  Shame about his hair, but you don’t see many pigs with ringlets.  Right out of fashion.”
Yulya volunteered to help stretch open the hood.  With an effort, they finally got it on, and pulled and tugged it until it fitted smoothly.  The neck opening overlapped the collar of the suit.  The face opening was a lateral oblong with rounded corners, which just skimmed his eyebrows at the top, and covered his mouth and gag, so that all that could be seen of his face was his eyes and nose.  Two floppy rubber ears hung down each side of his head.  Alison gave one a friendly pull.   The latex clung to the shape of the sissifier guard, against which rested Luke’s nose ring.  As far as they could tell, his expression was not a happy one.
“You can talk freely, ladies.  He can’t hear a thing in that.  So what do you think?”
“It’s incredible, Alison,” said Mandy.  “All he needs is a snout, and he would be a pig!”
“Funny you should say that.  The manufacturers also make hoods complete with snouts.  But when I heard your boys had nose-rings, I thought it would be a shame to hide them.  However, I do have one other option to make him look more realistic.  See this?”
She pulled at a little latex loop on the forehead of the hood.
“Yes…” said Shirley.
Alison reached into the bag.  “And see these?”
Shirley gasped.  “Nose-hooks!”
“Exactly.  On elastic.  So we thread it through the loop…so…then, attach the hooks…voilĂ !
Luke’s nostrils were pulled up so they faced forwards, piggy-style.  His ring dangled down.  Now he looked like a real piggy.
“Yulya?  Get Anna in here,” said Shirley.  Before we do anything else, I want some photos.  And a video.  And find some thin ribbon.  We’ll tie it to his ring, and you can walk him round the room a few times.”
“Alison?  You’re a genius,” said Mandy.
“Not me.  My suppliers.”
“I would say that’s a good morning’s work,” added Shirley, rubbing her hands and ignoring the tear which trickled down Luke’s cheek.
“It’s not over yet, dear,” said Deborah.  “Don't forget Max.”

[Sandra B]

101.
Anna was delighted to have the opportunity to record Luke’s ultimate humiliation, including taking several close-ups of his face, which, despite the disfiguration of the nose-hooks, perfectly conveyed his profound annoyance and frustration.  He was particularly unnerved by the fact that, as far as he could understand, no-one was expressing any interest in the question of when he should be released.
That inference was, sadly for him, quite correct.  In fact, Shirley and Mandy were discussing the idea of creating a little pig pen in the field behind the offices. 
“You know those two old loose-boxes where that girl from the farm used to keep her horses?” Shirley asked Mandy.  “They’re still in good condition.  We could easily get them cleaned out, put some clean straw in, and the boys – sorry, the piggies – could live there.  Then they could come out and graze in the field in the daytime.”
“That a good idea,” said Mandy, enthusiastically.  “We could scatter some little treats about for them to find.  It would be such fun watching them foraging for food in the grass.”
“The girls would love having a couple of piggies to play with.  I can just imagine them chasing them about.”
“Yes…and riding them, probably!  Of course, they’d have to be properly looked after…I mean, fed and watered.  Washed occasionally.  They’d need a toilet, and someone to take out their plugs every morning…”
“Let me mind pigs,” offered Yulya.  “When girl I work on farm.  Know about animals.”
“Well, if you want to…”
“Very much.”
“Okay.  That’s settled.  Alison, how often do you think we would we need to take them out of their suits?  Let them exercise their limbs?”
“Honestly, Shirley, I have no idea.  See how they go.  But if you do, make sure you can get them back in again.  And I would suggest you never take off their hoods.  If their heads feel like piggies’ heads they may start to believe they are piggies.  As for feeding, you will need to fit them with leather collars – Mandy tells me they already have some.  There’s a special device which comes with the suit – let me show you.”
She produced a slightly curved strip of moulded pink plastic, with a plastic hook at each end, and a fine chain in the middle.
“Now, all you have to do is to hook this over the bottom of the face panel, then pull it down below the mouth and attach the end of the chain to the collar.  The latex there is thinner and quite stretchy.  That will allow them to eat, or be fed, and you can release it when they’ve finished.”
“Perfect.  They’ve really thought of everything, haven’t they?”

Luke had to stand there on his four stumps trying to lipread.  The hood reduced speech to an unintelligible murmur.  What he did know was that Max was going to be next – he could see a pink suit peeping out of the other bag – and to tell the truth he was not sorry.  In fact, the sooner he had some piggy company the better, he thought.
Anna having taken sufficient photos, Yulya attached a ribbon to Luke’s nose ring and gave it a gentle tug.  It was impossible for him to resist the command, especially as his nose was still sore from the piercing, so he began to move.  The soft rubber hooves were kind to his elbows and knees, and the only real discomfort he felt came from the butt-plug, which moved inside him as his springy tail wagged and flicked to and fro.  Although progress was slow, his confidence grew after a couple of circuits of the room, and he found he could easily keep up with Yulya, walking slowly ahead of him.  Anna followed him around with the video camera, encouraging him, while the others looked on with approval.
“He’s really getting into it…”
“Look at his little legs go...!”
“Go on, Lukey-pig,” urged Anna.  “You are clever piggy…  How fast you trot!  Miss Shirley very pleased with Lukey-pig…”
Luke could her nothing of this however, nor Mandy’s next suggestion.
“You know what, Shirley?  When Max is all piggied up as well, we could race them in the field.”
“Good idea, Mandy.  Winner gets a treat – something nice, so they really will compete to get it.”
“Like an ice-cream or something…”
“I was thinking more about a grooming from Yulya…”
“Oh!  Now that they would fight for…”

[Sandra B]

102.
When they had had their fun with Luke, he was led into Shirley’s office and locked in, and Max was brought in.  He proved even more naĂŻve than his friend, and was soon in the same state, trussed up, plugged and hooded.  Then, while Deborah put him through his paces – the swish of her whip was enough to get him moving - Yulya went to clean out the loose boxes, and Shirley got on the phone and arranged to have a quantity of clean straw delivered the next day.  Then she followed Yulya across the field.
The loose boxes were stone-built with wooden roofs, and in quite good condition.  They were in one corner of the field, backing onto a hedge and fence, and there was a tap on the outside wall of the right-hand box.  The floor was concrete, and there were tethering rings on the walls.  The split doors needed painting, but otherwise they were immediately habitable. 
“These are perfect, Yulya.  Don’t you think?”
“Perfect.  Yes, Miss Shirley.  When I arrived tap was running.  Not much, but now corner of field very wet and muddy.  Give me idea.”
“Yes…?”
“Put up pen there.  Put piggies into pen when rainy.  Piggies love mud.  Roll about in it.”
“I think you have something there…”
“They have fun, we have fun.”
“And if we allowed people in to watch, they could have fun too!”
“Miss Shirley!” cried Yulya, pretending to be shocked.  “Next thing you put up sign and charge pound to see silly piggies!  Poor boys!”
They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“Anyway, the straw will be here tomorrow.  Let them sleep indoors tonight, and tomorrow we’ll show them their new home.  I'll arrange to get the doors painted - pink, I think - and I know a fencer who could easily make them a pen.”
“I looking forward to being pig-keeper.”
“They’ll be happy you’re the one that’s going to be looking after them.”
“Oh, yes.  Yulya look after them, all right…”