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2nd Drabble of November 2019
🕑 Added 2019-11-11 07:34:54 +0000 UTC
Hog lifts up something between his fat fingers and shows it to Sombra. Her mouth opens, then closes again. She seems to have to compute what she is seeing first.
He has a cute little butt plug between his fingers; and attached to it is a chocolate brown little curled tail.
A pig’s tail.
“What the-” She stops herself. She had come to gets railed by him, and not for… whatever it is he is trying to do there.
Hog just stares at her. His mask is as unnerving and expressionless as ever. She can’t tell if he is joking with her or if he is being serious with that plug.
“Pigs don’t speak,” he says suddenly, his deep, wheezing voice going right to her pussy because she’s still primed for a fucking. She even shaved herself just before coming here, and abstained from touching herself no matter how sensitive and horny dragging the blade across her mound got her.
“Are you for serious?” she whispers. She knows she should be more witty but there is a blockade inside her that just seems to shut down every thought that’s not ‘cock cock cock what the fuck???’.
“Pigs don’t speak,” he says, enunciating every word quite clearly. He does not move an inch, standing there and managing to look simultaneously tranquil and menacing. “And they don’t walk on two legs. Undress yourself. Go down.”
She stares at him for a few moments longer, not moving. There is a hysterical voice screaming at her in the back of her head, telling her to dump this freak and get out of there; maybe find Reaper or some other poor fool to ride her frustrations out on, but she’s looking at the plug again. The tail is right her skin color. He’s gotten it especially for her.
He’s planned on… on what? Playing pig with her? Humiliation swamps hot through her body. He moves, reaching for her, and she suddenly jumps into motion, starting to undress herself. She has no idea what will happen now but she is kind of curious. She likes trying out new stuff. Especially if that will get her off.
“Alright alright… jeez…”
His hand shoots out with remarkable speed, curling around her jaw and smothering her mouth and nose. He forces her to look at him while her hair supply is cut off.
“Pigs. Do Not. Speak,” he says slowly and with finality. “You know what sounds they make. Let me hear.”
He lets go off her slowly. She gasps for breath. He looks like he is going to bash her head in if she goes against the rules one last time, and the thought gets her pussy even more wet. She likes getting guys angry at her.
She swallows hard, face feeling hot enough to combust into flames as she stands there like a scolded little schoolgirl and whispers: “O… Oink…”
He grunts. It sounds satisfied, and god, she will slip on the puddle she is about to make on the floor.
“That’s it. You’re not as stupid as you look. Undress yourself.”
She is panting as she starts ripping her clothes off of herself. Oh shit… oh fuck… she is into this.
