                         Bred Wee, to Serve
                              Part II
                            by Reavan


             
            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 When it was withdrawn the victim looked the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 hereditary 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.

       "Oh I am pig, it gives me extreme pleasure to see those stripes
and maybe next time we'll have seven."

       She released her breasts and then pinched each nipple hard,
pulling on them for a moment, smiling even sweeter. She leaned
forward to ease the pain and then got a fierce stare. She
cringed and slowly leaned back while her tormenters facial
expression eased as her tits became even more pointed than they
were. She tried to smile at her mistress as the pain increased
until her nipples were suddenly released and the mistress
slapped them hard twice; to one side and then the other.

       She fell back a bit but quickly recovered and expanded her
chest thrusting it forward while smiling obediently; presenting
her tits for more of her mistress's sadistic pleasures. She
received a muted yet triumphant smile in return; having
apparently satisfied her mistress's need for total submission
while eagerly volunteering for more pain. Her mistress then
reached for her breasts gripping them lightly with her thumbs
and fingers. Pig 10 leaned forward, pressing her painful flesh
into the grip of her tormenter, while again smiling obediently.
The grip then gradually became vicelike and increasingly
painful as her hands twisted one way and then the other while
she smiled icily. Suddenly she released her and slapping her
tits several times.

        "Get up and display your ass again pig," She rose quickly and
presented her sore buttocks, "oh those striped protruding
alabaster globes, umm I relish those pink hues turning red
now, and...oh...that gives me such pleasure. You do... want to
please me, don't you sow?" Her fingernails pinched her ass
flesh in several places and then her soft inner thighs in
about ten places before ordering her to kneel again.

       "My mistress pleasure is truly my pleasure, nothing else
matters in my life." She answered as she endures the pain of
the pinching fingernails and then took up the praying position;
doing her best to smile sweetly through her tears but despite
the physical pain she truly meant every word from her heart.
She passionately loved her mistress; there were no other
emotion possible towards an owner in her makeup.

       "But now, if you are a really good pig every day and make no
punishable mistakes, I won't see those stripes on your
alabaster skin or witness your honeydew tears. That would make
me very sad."

        "Oh my mistress," she sobbed, "only your happiness matters. The pain
of receiving those stripes whenever you wish to see them and my tears
is my life. I don't see why I would need making a mistake to mount the
alter."

        "Do you still believe that a slave can enjoy sex?"

        "No mistress, I'm very sorry to have been such a fool, Thank
you for teaching me the truth."


        The mistress then prayed and ordered her to go the rounds. She
was disappointed and frustrated as she presented her ass and
belly to her sister slaves. The pain she could deal with; that
was part of a natural law for slaves but there was no sex, no
closure. She needed to serve someone sexually; there were no
other purpose to her life. The tears kept flowing but no
longer from pain; her heart was crying now. She had never been
asked to do anything by an owner the drovers or auction house
staff that didn't result in sexual fulfilment for them. She
would cum many times during a sex act but the most powerful
feeling would come when her owner was totally satisfied. A
rush would then surge through her body from the gratification
of knowing that her one and only reason to live had been
fulfilled. She realized now how fortunate she had been with
her first owner; no wonder she and the other sex slaves had
loved serving him. She also thanked her own memory for the
answers about receiving pain, drilled into her head for years
at the sex farm. Answers she had never thought would be
needed.
She could feel the sympathy and solidarity from their wet lips kissing
her burning cheeks and sore belly. She slowly completed her rounds and
then returned to get her teary streaks dried with rouge before taking
up her position. She noticed during her kisses that no other pig had
nail marks on their breasts. So she assumed that she had suffered
extra pain as part of a ritual initiation.


                The sacred riding crop ritual

        The crop by the mistress's command was a sacred icon to be
revered; for the slaves it represented an instrument of
unavoidable pain and suffering to be expressed with passionate
conviction and pleasure. At no time during their waking hours
were they even for one instance able to escape its
intimidating presence. It completely dominated their lives to
the point where eating and other necessary daily functions
became mere distractions. The crop was nearly always in their
field of vision during their waking hours and in their dreams
at night


        The tip of the riding crop was flexible and split in three
pliable four-inch leather strips. Those ends had to be
maintained in a moist warm cunt sheath when not in use. When
removed it would strike the flesh a number of times and then
be returned. It was displayed for the pigs during mealtimes,
propped up on two supports at the edge of the mistress's
dinner table.

        At night it was placed horizontally in two hooks connected by
an inverted tee to the bottom of a wood pole hanging from the
ceiling. The pole was mounted in a pivot allowing it to turn
on its own axis. A large vane was attached near the top with a
return spring system; when catching a draft the pole would
turn and then slowly return it with a creaking sound. At bed
time the altar was placed under the crop and surrounded by
seven large flickering candles, which burned all night. The
candles were there to keep the crop warm but also gave it an
ominous life of its own, as the shadows of the crop turning
and creaking intermittently played on the walls and ceiling
beams, reminding any slave not sleeping of the hopelessly
tenuous tread separating her from an inevitable encounter. The
question was not whether her flesh would have a painful
incident with the crop but for most days, when and how often.

        In the morning and after each meal the mistress rejuvenated
the crop in a formal ritual. After praying, sitting in her
chair she would hold the crop away and angled up slightly.
Each pig would then kneel in turn with her hands in the
praying position under the crop and suckle on the flexible
tips. The mistress kindly raised or lowered the crop to fit
the ends in their open mouths, Next they would shuffle over on
their knees to one side, their hands still in the praying
mode, where the keeper of the day was positioned lying down
with her legs spread and knees pulled up. They would kiss and
lick her cunt passionately, inserting as much saliva in it as
possible. When all were done the keeper would stand and the
mistress then inserted the business end of the crop in her
vagina where it would stay until meals or bedtime, except when
a pig presented her precious flesh on the altar to atone for a
committed sin.


To be continued










