GUEST & SQUEAL PIGGY FILMS PRESENTS Girls Undergoing Extreme Sexual Torture. # Cherry Part 3.

From the many camera angles and scenes members could choose from, one in particular was creating the most interest. The interior of an old barn, its new occupant crying out for help which would never come.

Eddy restrained on old wooden pallet, displayed like a frog, ready for dissection. Cable ties held her thighs wide, digging into golden sun tanned flesh, pinning them flat at the knees to the rough wood. More ties on both ankles, sneakers and socks gone, her toes curling and unfurling.

Elbows strained down at right angles to her body, wrists sore and chafing, strapped down either side of her head, also immobilised by a wide tie around her neck.

Her short skirt was flipped up, displaying plain white skimpy briefs, her crotch thrust up towards the camera lens by a leather covered bolster wedged under the small of her back. The position made her pussy pout – the slightly slick indentation and labia straining and visible against the thin fabric.

Her blouse was still tied at the waist, but ripped wide open, white peal buttons scattered across the floor, her 34dd breasts cupped in a white low cut bra.

Eddys silky brown hair splayed out around her head like a halo, a tight black blindfold obscuring beautiful hazel, innocent eyes.

“HELLO….HELLO…ANYBODY THERE” she shouted. Silence. She chewed at her cherry red bottom lip.

“HELLO….ANYBODY…HELLO…HELP ME….PLEASE HELP ME”. A tear trickled down a cheek from below the blindfold.

A banner ran across the bottom of the screen.

“Eddy – just turned 18 – pure Christian girl – still intact – be the first with this bible bashing babe. She’s can be yours to use as you want.Bidding closes soon”.

At the top of the screen a clock was counting down. Just under an hour to go.

45 minutes later.

Jon stepped into Bernies server room. Bernie, feet up on a desk, swigging a bottle of Bud, staring at the screen intently, chuckling as Eddy screamed and hollered for help.

“Just as well I had a poke about in her pie – fully intact virgin – dumb bitch was wearing an abstinence ring – gonna make a bundle with that one. Hows the bidding going”?

Without looking up, Bernie made a few clicks with the mouse and the screen split in half.

“Bidding room shows The Russian is ahead by a mile”.

“How much”?

“Just over 500,000 at the moment – looks like the Mexicans are having a think, but I guess they may go for a straight out purchase. Vlad text me earlier – says he is on his way with his cronies. He’s that sure of winning”.

“Well he has the cash to outbid anyone on our books. Whats Ron up to?”

Bernie clicked the mouse a few more times, the screen filled with a close up of Rons face buried into Cherrys pussy. She was wailing and begging.

“He’s been eating her out since you left”.

“Really….?”

Jon left Bernie to his beer, eager to get on with Cherrys next scene.

Jon watched from the bottom of the basement steps as Ron lapped and suckled on Cherrys splayed hole.

Stepping closer he could see Ron had released her strangled clit from the painful grip of the steel ring, his lips working on its engorged length, drawing on it, dragging it back and forth across his rasping tongue. A long middle finger disappearing between her bottom cheeks, knuckle deep and stirring the insides of her anus.

Every now and again she would rise up, thighs locked and straining, her arms like steel ropes as she rode upwards and begging.

“Ah….ah…Oh.please please please….so close….pleeeeeese….nearly…nearly…neeeeear…please..almost ………..”. Ron released her clit, his chin and pig skin apron awash with her juices. He stared up at her and grinned. Her body glistening with perspiration, twitching, thrashing and humping at thin air.

“How many times have you made her cum?”

Ron turned to his brother with an evil smile, “She aint cum at all…..though I lost count of the times she nearly did. Probably nearly thirty times… maybe…pricked her with some of the loopy juice. Been keeping the bitch on edge. She begs so beautifully.”

“Please please please – I was so close….please…I need to cum” she babbled, her hips grinding an invisible lover, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.

Ron stood, moving behind her. A long middle finger once again forced its way past her anal ring, jabbing in deep. Reaching his other hand over a strained and aching thigh, his thumb and forefinger stroked up and down her trembling clit. Masturbating her gently along its full length, keeping her on edge and begging for relief.

Jon stood before her, grinning at her. “Wanna cum piggy” he voiced.

“Oh god …god…god…please…I neeeed to…please…”.

“Then beg me to fuck you with this” he said, raising a 220volt drill – a thick black long dildo in its chuck, sprouting stiff half inch bristles around and along its length.

“Noooo…..please…no…just keep on..nearly…so near…just keep doing…oh…oh…oh..”. Just about to climax, her crotch thrusting desperately, Rons fingers left her her clit, keeping her hanging, wailing in a mad frustration. Cunt dripping.

“Beg me. Beg me to clean you out filthy pig”.

Cherry couldn’t stand the aching need, the injection Ron had given her, sending a craving wanton need through her perspiring flesh.

“PLEASE……fuck me, fuck me with it….clean me out…please…cant stand it….I need it….CLEAN ME OUT”.

“My pleasure” he said pushing an inch of the spiked dildo into her spread hole.

The finger deep in her anus started stirring her guts, as Ron set about her clit once more, only this time gripping hard, twisting and yanking.

“Aaaaaargh……oh…please….not not soooo hard”.

Jon pulled the trigger, the intruder turning slowly then faster, the bristles rasping her pussy walls, as it entered her dripping hole, inch by twisting inch.

Her toes curled, thighs and calves rigid as she rose up, until she was no longer an inverted T. Now a screaming Y, the drill and attachment followed her upwards, Jon flipping the switch to spin and hammer as it thumped into her cervix. Her pussy was now a torrent of juice and foam as she mewled and groaned.

“Ggaaaaargh…..god….god….please…..”, her streaming juices now turning a light pink as the bristles ripped and scored her pussy walls, the dildos head now lodged in and battering her dilated cervix.

Jon was thrusting the squealing device in and out of her spread sopping hole, the stiff bristles scratching at her spread delicate labia. Every time he withdrew the dildo she would sink back down, forcing it back in, grinding her hips in a circular motion.

“Oh…oh….oh…..please….yes….this time….please” she screamed, head thrown back, teeth gritted, chest heaving. Her long nipples seemed to twitch and elongate further, as Ron viciously pulled and twisted her slippery clit.

Cherry squirmed and writhed in her tethers, humping like a dog in heat as Jon pulled back, the dildo head just inside her vagina. The bristles whipped at her lips and clit as he pulled the trigger all the way back, the drill whining at full speed as he drove it with one thrust up into her throbbing chute.

“EEeeeeeeiaaaaaagh…….ah…ah….yes…..yes….god….thereeeee”.

Cherrys whole body bowed outwards rigid, head back, breasts thrust to the ceiling as a massive orgasm rolled through her body. A trickle of blood dripped from a bitten lip, as she shook and thrashed about, the cords rasping at her wrists and ankles, as she rode wave after wave, until she came crashing down, exhausted.

Jon had slowed the drill – one turn a second.

“Wanna go again piggy”?

“Oh….oh…oh…please…..enough…enough..I cant take any more” she mumbled.

Ron was still playing with her clit – back to a gentle stroking, a long finger still stirring in her anus, as Jon pulled the dildo from her sore pussy.

Putting the drill to one side he went to her right foot, releasing the rope from her rubbed raw ankle, her leg dropping down, toes a few inches above the floor.

A pulley squealed overhead as Jon lowered a rope, a leather cuff attached to its end. He released her left ankle, quickly cinching the cuff over sore and weeping flesh, then hauled on the hanging ropes free end, her foot rising upwards. He tugged and tugged, her dainty toes rising higher as she moaned in rising desire, Ron still masturbating her sensitised clitoris.

When her foot reached shoulder level she groaned in pain, as hip and thigh muscles cramped and spasmed.

“Oh….please…what are you doing to me now…”.

“Just getting you in position so Ron can impregnate you”.

“Wha…no…please….please don’t do that to me”!

“Not giving you the option piggy” Jon said, tugging on the rope, her foot rising higher and higher until it reached her bound wrists. He tied off the rope, and stood back, sniggering at her stressed position.

“A few more adjustments I think” he said.

Dragging a chair next to her he stepped up, then ran a leather cuff around her raised foot and wrists, cinching them tightly together, straining to close the big buckle.

“Nearly done piggy – just need to raise you up a bit, then stretch you out so you don’t sway to much”.

Cherry started to rise as he tugged on the rope holding her aloft, her right foot now three feet from the floor. Jon now wrapped a leather cuff around the dangling ankle. A short chain hung from the cuff, a steel S hook glinting in the overhead lights.

A scraping sound drew Cherrys attention – she peered down through clouded eyes – Jon dragging a large concrete block across the basement floor. A metal loop set in the surface.

Jon dragged the block until it was under her hanging foot, then with a grunt, the tendons in his arm straining under the weight, he lifted it up, the metal loop in the top nearing the ankle cuffs S hook.

“Nooooo….” she screamed, realising what he was about to do – quickly raising he foot beyond his reach.

“Fuck” he shouted, dropping the concrete to the floor with a thump.

“Ron…keep this bitches leg straight will ya”!

Ron grabbed the raised ankle, dragging it down, as Jon once again hefted up the concrete block, slipping the loop over the S hook and dropping the weight.

There was a moments silence, then Cherry let out an ear shattering scream as her hip almost dislocated.

“Aeyiiiiiiiiiiiiii…..oh god…please take it of….aaaaaaaargh….please….no..no..hurts baaaad”.

The Fear brothers stepped back, luxuriating in the screams, drooling over her perfect body racked in mid air, the block swaying gently to and fro above the floor. Each sway of the block sending bone grinding agony into her strained and stretched hip. Her thigh and calf muscles twitching and convulsing in distress.

Cherry hung there as they enjoyed her suffering. Her wrists and one ankle cuffed together above her. A river of perspiration flowing down her racked body to flow down her stretched lithe leg, dripping onto the swaying concrete below.

“Ya know what bro…reminds me of that music box ma had”.

“Huh”?

“Ya know…the wooden box…lift the lid and there was this little ballerina turning to some tinkling tune”.

“Oh yeah…she was on the tips of her toes…other foot way above her head”.

They both stared and chuckled.

“Right Ron…time to get your junk up and working” he said reaching into his holdall of horror, bringing out a long flexible rod. With two fingers, he forced them deep into her vulnerable hole, scissoring them apart. Peering inside he could see her cervix, dilated and open. He swiftly inserted the the rod, a strange attachment on the intruding end.

“Just need to insert this – some of our clients like to see whats going on inside as well as out” he said, looking at her pained yet puzzled expression.

Her fed the tube up through her pussy, on past her open cervix, deep into her uterus. When the rod bottomed out he pressed the plunger on the rods end, leaving a small camera stuck to the top wall of her womb.

“That will eventually come away and drop out” he stated to no-one in particular. Cherry wasn’t listening – all her attention was on Ron. He was casually standing before her, squeezing what appeared to be a third testicle in his large scrotum. As he squeezed and squeezed, his cock started to stiffen and rise, gaining length and girth. It was now stood out at a right angle, but he continued to squeeze until it reared up, the fat bloated head way up past his navel.

The knob of his penis was an angry purple red, and huge, like some kind of oversized exotic plum. The shaft below it, dark and gnarled, thick piano wire veins stood out in stark relief along its gargantuan length.

Cherry just stared in disbelief.

“When the ED got me I had the Titan 2000 fitted – two fluid filled rods, worked by a small pump. But the girls didn’t scream quiet loud enough. Went back and had a further two inserted. Lots more girth. Now they scream like bloody murder – as you are about to find out” explained Ron mockingly.

“Oh please no…please don’t put that in me” she begged.

Ron dragged over a wooden box and climbed up. “How else am I gonna give you a baby” he said, bending his knees to get the angle right, the fat head of his cock now nestling between her spread labia.

Jon was dragging over a large tv, the screen already on, showing what looked like a small cavern, its walls pink and fleshy.

“Would want you to miss the moment of your impregnation – one for the baby album” he mocked.

Just as Cherry realised what she was viewing, Ron speared her slick hole. His girth dragged her trapped labia in with it, the crocodile clips biting, as the elasticated tethers stretched and tore at her delicate folds.

“NO….NO… please…..tearing me….oh god ….please…pppplease take it out….kill…killing..mmmeeeeeee”! She cried.

Ron was in heaven, her pussy tight, holding his penis like a wet velvet fist. His head dipped and he suckled on her elongated nipples, starting a long slow pumping, waiting for her juices to flow. As his mouth came away he noticed the white fluid dripping from her succulent breasts. He sucked more voraciously his mouth filling with sweet tasting mothers milk. Cherrys milk.

With his teeth nipping at the base of one nipple then the other, his hand slid down over her curved tummy, finger and thumb finding her quivering clitoris – gently masturbating it.

Jon watched them – his jaw slack, mouth drooling, as he fisted his growing member. Ron was picking up pace as Cherrys hole began to surrender, juices smeared the length of his baseball bat of a cock. He felt the twitch in his balls as the need for release started as a distant tingle.

“Need some of this bitch”, Jon stepping up onto the wooden box, penis hard and ready. Her anus gapped slightly from the forced splits. He pushed the bulb of his penis at her anal rim. “Let me in you filthy cunt – push out like you’re taking a shit”. Both hands around her slim throat, he squeezed, choking her into submission.

Cherrys face went from red to blue, eyes out on stalks, gurgling as she gasped for air. Then as her strength ebbed away in his fierce strangle hold, she relented, her anus pouting, feeling Jons cock slide deep into her colon. He held himself balls deep, unmoving, waiting for Rons onslaught. His hands were, cupping her breasts in a firm grip, raising them up like succulent fruits.



Ron slammed all the way in, his cock smashing into her cervix. Jon stared down at the tv seeing just the tip of his brothers penis poking through into her womb, unable to gain entrance.

Like a battering ram at the gates of a castle, Ron rutted hard and fast, crashing into her defences, as she screamed and cried out, both in pain and a rising wanton need. Rons fingers dripping with her cunt juice, as he continued the remorseless manipulation of her clit.

“Need to make an adjustment” he grunted.

With the tip of his penis lodged firmly into her uterus opening, he reached down between their sweating bodies, and squeezed the pump in his ball sack. His cock immediately started to slowly deflate, Cherry momentarily felt the relaxing of her strained labia.

“ That should do it….hold your breath piggy…coming ready or not”!

All eyes were transfixed on the tv screen as his hips thundered forwards, her cervix bowing inwards as his cock head breached the entrance, which snapped down around the invading monster.

Jons cock lurched as her insides rippled against the intrusion.

Ron reached down to his balls and started squeezing the fill pump, his cock hardening and regaining its immense girth millimetre by millimetre.

Cherry felt her innards starting to stretch, the pain unbearable.

“Oh please…thats enough…please…you with tear me…can’t stand it….oh…oh..oh god..pleeeease”.

Fully inflated Ron started a slow pumping, just an inch back and forth, his fingers at her clit, teasing her on. He watched the tv screen, her pink cavern becoming rich with her secretions, bathing his cock head and shaft.

Through her cunt wall, Jon could feel his brothers cock sawing back and forth against him, her anal ring squeezing down like a whores mouth.

“Time to double team bro”. And like a practiced tag team, one in one out, they started to pummel her holes, alternating their thrusts.



“Christ….surely I cant cum like this” she thought. Her pussy was drenched, thick slime dripping from Rons balls as he picked up the pace, forging deeper into her womb. The eye of his cock head just an inch from the internal camera, clearly oozing pre cum. Jons cock no longer an unwelcome intruder now adding to the fire in her belly.

Feasting on her milk laden breasts, his fingers a blur between her thighs, Ron slammed her pussy with abandon, battering her deep and hard, as she writhed and panted her way to an orgasm she didn’t want, but was unable to avoid.

With the frenzied double penetration, the concrete block had started to swing, the bones in her hips grinding, sending spasms of pain into her groin. Every time Ron pulled back, the grip of her cervix dragged her a little way with him, the block then swinging her back onto Jons throbbing cock.

“Ooooo…yes….sooooo…cl….cl..clo..close…” she panted.

“Gonna splash your guts with baby juice piggy” Ron shouted, plowing her insides as hard as he could, dragging the rim of her cervix in and out. His cock head punishing the walls of her innards like a boxer at a punch bag.

Jons penis straightening out her colon, gaining in girth and length as he got closer to exploding.

“Oh…oh…nearly” she screamed, as a wave of lust surged through her veins, her wanton hunger driving her on to a seismic orgasm.

Ron was holding back for all he was worth, as he drove her forwards, tearing at her insides, slick and overflowing.

Then the tide hit the beach, and she tripped over the edge, as wave after orgasmic wave washed over and through her.

“Yes….yes….YES” she wailed, head back, hair whipping her shoulders, as she twisted and writhed, humping and gyrating in her cruel bondage.

Ron held her hips as he drew back, his penis head snuggled between her sopping labia, then with the roar of a Lion he thrust hard and deep, crashing through her pussy, spearing her cervical wall deep into her womb, Jons penis vibrating with her internal turmoil.

A torrent of sperm blasted the walls of her uterus, spurt after powerful spurt drenching her insides as she came for a 2nd time, her pussy clamping down on his cock like vice.

Jon picked up the pace, slamming into her rippling bottom, his hands pumping her breasts, firing spurts of milk into the sex filled air, and with a growl filled her bottom to overflowing with thick white spunk.

Cherry was out of it, in a different world, totally wrecked and mumbling incoherently as she was lowered to the basement floor. Jon released the ankle cuff, her tired and aching limb dropping down so she was now kneeling on the sex wet concrete floor, hands still raised above her sweat drenched hair.

Fumbling in his holdall he produced a tangle of clear plastic tubing with various attachments dangling from its ends.

“Time too draw some piglet food before we leave for the farm” said Jon.

There was a low hum as he depressed a button on a small rectangular box, a single plastic tube running from one side, which he fed into an empty upright bottle.

Two tubes ran from the other side of the humming box, and at the end of each tube a small circular cup, making hissing snake like sounds as it sucked in air.

“Hold those puppies up for me, time to milk the sow”.

Ron was behind her, cupping a large breast in each hand, offering up her elongated nipples for his brother.

Cherry raised her head, confused, as if just woken from a long sleep. “Wha…what …what are you…what are you going to do know…please just leave me alone” she begged, as Jon held the hissing cups close to her quivering nipples.

“Just watch this piggy – see what you have become”.

Cherry stared down, not understanding, as first one then the other of her protruding nipples were sucked into the clear tubes. The cups locked and gripping her areola.

The feeling was not unpleasant, almost soothing, like a pressure was being released from her aching breasts.

Then the tubes began to fill with a white milky looking fluid.

“Huh..whats ..whats that…why…how..oh my god!..what have you done to me …please no…this is..no..no.no..it cant be….stop…pleeeeease stop”. She burst into tears as she watched the tubes fill, a drip drip drip of her milk starting to fill the upright bottle.

“Why…why..why have you done this to me..its not right” she pleaded.

“We have piglets to feed and their mummy aint producing – so you are their new mummy – our sow” said Jon.

“Now kindly fill that bottle like a good mummy – me and Ron have some business to take care of upstairs. After that we will introduce you to your babies”.

The brothers climbed the stairs, and when reaching the top Ron switched off the basement lights.

In the darkness Cherry wept in despair as the bottle slowly filled. Would this nightmare never end she thought, or is this only the beginning?”

Ron and Jon found Bernie swigging on yet another bottle of Bud as they entered the server room. Bernie was snickering to himself as he watched one of many screens, the infra red cameras clearly showing Cherry crying and staring in disbelief as the bottle slowly filled with her breast milk.

“Hows it going with Vlad and the Mexicans” Jon asked?

“Well the Russian won by a clear mile as we knew he would. He is in his helicopter know with two of his “friends”, The Vet and the The ENT, should be at your pig farm in about 3 hours”.

“The ENT, what the fucks an ENT”?

“He’s a medical consultant – Ear Nose and Throat”.

“Gotcha – so the Mexicans bowed out then?”

“Nah – seems to be a bit of confusion over Cherry and Eddy. The Mexicans are only interested in Cherry. They are sending a few local representatives of their Equine Evil Films to screen test her. If they like what they see they are gonna offer a big bundle of cash for her”.

Dollar signs in his eyes, Jon was rubbing his hands together.

“Excellent. That means one less pig to get rid of. Lets hope Vlad takes a shine to Eddy and removes her as well. Then we can start looking for fresh meat for our growing enterprise” said Ron.

“Ok…when she’s filled the bottle we will move her to the farm…shouldn’t be long now”.

2 Hours later.

The screams and cries coming from the old barn at Squeal Piggy Farm were ear shattering.