Lucy Kowalski didn’t know who her abductors were. They had hidden their faces behind balaclavas when they had grabbed her and dragged her into a waiting van. She had resisted of course, but it hadn’t done her much good in the face of a stun prod.

“This is the one.” One of them had confirmed, comparing her face to a photograph briefly, before shoving a bag over her head.

She’d been stripped naked and tied up like a wild hog. All the while they referred to her demeaningly as if she were a pig.

The facility they transported her to was a dank and dark warehouse filled to the brim with cages made of thin metal wires. Each one held a pig. Lucy got her own cage. It had a water bottle in one corner.

She asked them “Why are you doing this to me?” through tear filled eyes, but they refused to answer her, instead slopping down feed at the base of her cage. “I’m not a pig.” she wailed.

It took a few days in the dark, cramped confines for her to stop her complaining. It had done her no good, and every time she had kicked up a fuss, they’d come around with a water hose and sprayed her down. She learned quickly to be quiet and agreeable.

Reluctantly she scooped up her tasteless feed pellets and chewed on them. She was hungry, and it was all there was. She had refused to eat for the first few days, but eventually she had relented when she could bear it no more.

One of her abductors walked up to her cage. “Getting used to your new home Sow?” he teased.
She already knew better than to respond. Even answering questions they asked would get her the hose. She kept her head lowered as was expected of a pig by her captors.

“Well don’t get too comfortable… we’re moving you tomorrow, so I won’t be seeing you again.” He smiled with a thin veneer of fake humanity.
“So I’ll have to give you a proper send off tonight. Raise your butt up to the cage Sow, Or you’ll get the hose again.” he said as he unbuckled his pants.

Lucy obliged, while biting her lip to silence her wicked tongue. She backed her ass up to the cage wall, and squeezed her buttocks against the thin wire mesh.. Talking back would just mean a return of the cold. She had wondered why they hadn’t raped her when they had kidnapped her originally… but here she was, helping her rapist by presenting herself for him. She really didn’t have any real alternatives.

He felt her pussy lips get spread apart by his fingers, making way for the tip of his penis to get enveloped by her labia. He grabbed her by the love handles and penetrated deep inside of Lucy. To her shame, she let out a piglike squeal from between clenched teeth.

The disgusting pervert proceeded to rut her like an animal. Her netherregions moistened in response to her rape. Soon she was dripping wet. Lucy felt ashamed that her body liked the feel of his rapist dick boning her.

She wondered whether he fucked all the pigs this way, or just the human ones?

Lucy was beginning to get all hot and bothered, trying to put out of her mind that the fucking actually felt pretty good. His cock was bigger than her boyfriend’s, and hit all the right spots. She started moaning involuntarily.
“You like getting bred, do you Sow?” her rapist asked rhetorically.
Lucy didn’t answer… she didn’t think she’d get the hose when he was so busy raping her, but she also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her say ‘yes’

Her body betrayed her honest answer though, as she orgasmed on his cock. The shivers of her vagina as she came, milked his cock. He spurted his load deep into her pussy.
“Fuck, you’d make a good breeder, Sow… Shame you’re being shipped out tomorrow, or I’d inseminate you again.

Lucy wanted to tell him to ‘go fuck himself’, but bit her tongue instead. Maybe it was self preservation, but secretly she was afraid that it would come out as ‘Fuck me again’.

He removed himself from inside her, cum dribbling out her thoroughly used hole in thick wads.
Happily exhausted, she collapsed to the dirt floor of her cage and fell to sleep.

The next day, she awoke to the sound of the van pulling up to the warehouse. They Attached a chain and collar to her neck and walked her over to the truck. She wasn’t allowed to stand on two feet, but was instead forced to crawl on hands and knees like a pig.

It was strange to Lucy, how quickly she was adapting to being treated as livestock. It was already the new normal for her, and she was getting used to it. Was this kind of life really so bad? They fed her, housed her, and fucked her. Maybe renouncing her humanity and living on as a Pig was what she was born for?

She was quiet and obedient on the way to their destination. The bright lights of the outside world hurt her eyes now, dazing her.


The van pulled up outside the back door of a kitchen. Carefully, her abductors used the cover of the van’s side to offload her into the delivery door. Cash changed hands quickly, and the door to the kitchen closed behind Lucy’s ass.

Lucy was getting a very bad feeling about all this. She knew what happened to pigs in kitchens. She eyed her surroundings, looking for a way out. But this clearly wasn’t the Chef’s first rodeo. She never even saw the stun gun as it plunged into the back of her neck.

Lucy Spasmeed violently as the electricity made her muscles twitch on their own, then collapsed breathlessly to the ground. The chef wasted no time in frog-tying the pig and placing her into a waiting metal cooking tray.

There was nothing Lucy could do as the Chef basted her body with melted, seasoned butter. It was too hot, and she winced every time the brush licked at her skin.

“Please don’t do this.” She begged desperately.
The Chef’s eyes narrowed, and he didn’t respond. Instead he pulled out a particularly large carrot, and proceeded to insert it into her asshole till it couldn’t go any further. Lucy tried to squeeze it back out, but the Chef had stuffed it in pretty tightly, and it wouldn’t budge.

Tears streamed down Lucy Kowalski’s face, as she felt a wave of searing heat from the preheated oven as it was opened to receive her.

“How could you do this to me?” She cried “I’m a person not a pig”
The chef mused for a moment, before replying.
“I guess you’ve never tasted properly prepared Longpork then?” He said as if that explained anything. Then he slid the tray into the superheated hell of the oven, and slammed the door shut.
“Have fun roasting, Sow,” He cheered as he turned his attention to other matters in the kitchen.

Lucy Wiggled desperately, trying to break free of her binds in the oppressive heat. It singed her extremities. She felt her pussy dry out painfully. Every breath seared the inside of her trachea.
She screamed for a short while until her voice went hoarse.

Her skin reddened as it dried out and crisped. She thrashed insensibly, unable to even loosen the twine cooking rope that held her in place. It was the worst thing she could imagine ever happening to her.

Lucy gurgled as her organs broiled inside her. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, already drying like raisins. She spasmed weakly. She could no longer muster the energy to resist her fate any more. Lucy Kowalski died, and in her place a roasted pig was born.

Hours later, The chef removed a perfectly golden brown pork roast from the oven.
It was served to a delegation of gastronomics who were delighted to experience the taboo gourmet delicacy of Roasted Long Pork.

They carved her up , and commented on her divine taste and appearance. It was a meal they would talk about amongst the company of each other for many years to come. Afterwards they all agreed to frequent this restaurant more often.

The Chef messaged his meat suppliers and requested another delivery of Roast Pigs for next week. They responded back with a photographic selection of all the Pigs he could choose from.