Note from Author: This is based on some drawings My brother and I drew back a long time ago, and long lost. Don’t have time to draw, but have been working on my writing skills, so here you go. Hopefully have more installments later.

Amy sat the end of long dirt drive way, just a few feet from the country road.
It was hot, and dusty and she was sweating through the white tank top she wore, along with cut off denim shorts and a wide brimmed sun hat.
Next to her was a bag with a few changes of cloths and personal items.
It was everything she had in the world, besides a few scattered memories of her life before.
Before the accident…

She had woke in a hospital bed, not know who she was or how she got there.
The Doctors told her she was lucky to be alive, the wreck had taken her family, along with her arms and legs.
Months of painful rehab later, the state put her on a work program and here she was waiting to be picked up by a farmer.
She was surprised at the idea, she wasn’t sure what help she could be at field work or even chores but it was a chance at finding a new purpose in her life so here she sat.

A rumbling sound of and truck came down the drive way and soon Amy was looking up at a man in overalls, covered in a few stains.
The sun over head kept her from seeing his face, but his voice seems pleasant. “You must be Amy”
She give him the warmest smile she could and greeting. “yep, that me!”
Before she could say another word he scooped her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and put her in the back of the truck.

It smelled of fertilizer but there was a good deal of hay in the back and soon the truck was slowly bouncing it way back up the dirt drive way, past trees and fences.
She could see the roof of a barn from where she lied as they drive past it and soon it was replaced with roof of a farm house.

The sounds of the engine stopped and truck creaked with the opening of the door and the farming stepping out.
She felt his arm around her waist before she could even stay anything she was once again over her shoulder, looking backwards.

“Uh, thank you again for giving me a job.” She tried to get the words out before he sat her down in a chair at the kitchen table.
It was an over sized kids chair, table top included.
Amy started to blush at the image of herself in such a pose.
“I still not sure what help I can but…” she stumbled out. “but I’ll try my best.”
“I am sure you will..” the man said “I’ll show you the ropes tomorrow but first”
He plotted down a bowl of food in front of her before taking out a plate for himself.
“today you eat and rest.” He stated as he made himself a plate of the same.
Amy tried to voice her eagerness to get started today before he cut her off “won’t hear of it, house rules.”

The man scooped up the bits of bread and gravy on his fork before taking a bite.
Amy looked down at the bowl and blushed a bit more, “ummm”
“no don’t worry about manner girl” the farmer seemed to pickup on her frustration.
He jester with his fork. “Dog eat from his dish, the pigs from their trough, horse from his bucket.”
“Everything here eats how it can and an’t nothing wrong with that.”

Amy stared at him and the back at her bowl of food, slowly turning red, before bending down and eating directly from her bowl.
Gravy stuck to her face and some got on her shirt, but the favor was surprisingly good.
Soon she had managed to finish the meal and she leaned back up to give the man a smile in graduated.
The farmer took one look at her gravy covered face and could not help but laugh.
“Let me get a cloth for your face girl.” He offered and Amy couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

“He seems like a good person” Amy thought to herself as she felt a warm, dizzy feeling move over her.
As the man returned with a bit of damp paper towel, Amy was swaying side to side with a smile on her face and eyes mostly closed.
She remember hearing him mumbling something about how fast things took effect, and then she was out.


She woke the next morning to the pinching pain of a needle.
“There, that is the last of it” the farmers silhouette hung over her.
Her head throbbed from what ever drugs he had slipped into her food, then the smell hit her nose.
She had been stripped and placed in what must have been pen.
Amy tried to scream, but some form of gag was over her mouth and nose.
All she could get out was a kind of squeal and she squirmed and tossed her head side to side.
The farm had stepped back and there was another shape in the pen with her.
Its head was in a tough as it nosily ate.

The farmer made his way out, closing a small gate.
“Old Colonel here has a mean streak in him, but once he gets your scent….” was the last thing she heard from the man before he walked off.

Amy froze with fear, the hog was massive, on his hind legs he might have stood taller then she would if she still had legs to stand on.
The morning was still chilly or maybe it was her blood draining from her, Amy shivered and felt ever beat of her heart.

Colonel for his part ignored her, instead more interested in he morning slop.
That was until the pig’s ears perked up and it lift its head.
Amy tried to wiggle her body back into the far corner of the pen, her stumps inching her back bit by bit.
The hog screamed in a deep angry tone and charged at her.
Amy squealed through her gag in wide eyed panic as the hog rammed into her stomach knocker the wind out of her.
Amy coughed and choked on the gag, her spit leaking out of the mouth piece.

Over and over the old hog rammed, kicked and even bite at her as she squealed and cried.
Amy’s body was covered in mud and bruises as she wept.

Was it 15 minutes, or half a day.
She wasn’t sure, but the she started to feel a kind of burning inside her.
Parts of her warmed and then felt like they were vibrating and Amy started to squirm as her hips wanted to grind again something, anything.
She hadn’t even noted the old Colonel had stopped attacking her.

Her cries, no longer scared and sad, now were more like whimpers.
What had that farmer injected her with?
The leaking mess between Amy stumbled pair of legs started to match the drooling mess around her mouth.
Amy had never missed her hands so much as she grind the air helpless to stop.

The hog seemed to have noticed as well, his snout turned up to the air and he made small grunts of excitement.
Amy’s eyes, wide in terror, locked on to grunting, snorting pig that moved close.
She tried to wave her stumps at it to keep the beast away, but the snout closed in.

The instance the tweaking nose of the hog touched the now swollen lips of Amy’s dripping vagina an electrical shock shook her.
Squeals came uncontrollable from her as the hog rooted and grunted at her privates, each time it bumped her swollen and protruding clit she climax to the point of almost passing out.

After the tenth time or so Amy gathered enough of her breath back, and she threw herself into trying to crawl away. Rolling over to get all 4 of her stumps to the ground she tried to pull herself through the mud and hay.
The hog was much faster and soon had her pinned to the ground under its a weight.
It was only then that Amy realized what position she was in, as the curled penis poked the flesh of her ass cheeks.
She gritted her teeth into the plastic of the gag and pushed all her strength in a final attempt get away.

The huge mass on top of her knocked her flat as swirled shaft of the beast penetrated her.
There was a gape of air and then a loud shaky moan as Amy climax instantly.
Penned to the ground her body was used as a breeding hole for this beast and nothing she could do to stop it.
Thrust after thrust the massive hog grunted and grinded into her.

The fire in Amy’s belly grew and grew as her mind went blank, drooping from the gag.
Her hips pressed up to meet cock that owned her.
Just as she was lost in physical bless she could hear the old farmer, watching from the other side of the pen fence.

“Old Colonel already taking a liking to ya…. Those drugs the doctor sent are amazing.
We will have you breed by supper time.”

“Whaa… noooo waaa, wha???” she cried out between the gag while the hog grunted away.

“Ooh didn’t I mention that before…” she could tell the farmer was grinning from the sound of his voice.
“They sent you out here to replace my sow, that what all those speical treatment were for” he chuckled.

Amy’s mind swirled as she tried to think while racked with orgasm after orgasm.
She had so many treatments since the accident, even one they called “corrective surgery” on her womb.
The shock of betrayal hit in waves between the body racking spasms of her pussy.

“Don’t worry none…” the farmer added “I can tell from old colonel’s grunt he is just about put a whole farrow of piglets in ya.”

Even Amy could tell a change in pace and the hog’s grunts.
She squirmed and cried out in panic as she beg in squeals to not be bred.
Her heart raced as she fight against the unyielding weight of the beast.
“No NO No NO, I don’t want to be a SOW” she screamed in her mind.

Just then old Colonel squeal in a deep roar and with a thrust so deep Amy felt it to the back of her womb, a wash of hot pig semen fill her like a hose.
Amy collapsed into the mud as her brain when blank with orgasm on top of orgasm.
The walls of her pussy and womb squeezing the hogs cock for ever drop of its sperm.
….
For the rest of the day the hog took its turns mounting her while she lied there in a brainless fog.
It seemed to have endless amounts of seed to pump into its new sow and filled her pussy and even ass to the point of spilling out in waves.
At one point it found the opening of her gag with its sticky smelly cock.
The odd shape of the plastic and rubber finally made sense to Amy as it guide the hog into her throat with easy.
Amy’s eyes watered as her throat was made into a cock sleeve for her new owner.
She lied helpless pondering ever moment of the last 6 month she spend in the hospital.
What all did they do to her, was the accident even true?
She couldn’t recall anything before waking up in a bed, strapped to tubs and wires.
What was she good for now?
As the grunts of the hog warned her of the coming flood, she did her best to suck on its twisted cock, and squeeze it with her throat.
“After all…” she thought to herself “that is what limbless piece of fuck meat is good for”
She was rewarded with an extra thick load of hot pig semen bring pumped roughly down her throat.
As it was already getting dark, this might be all the food she gets for the day.
Choking it down and finally allowed to breath by her new Master Amy curled up and cried at her new purpose while covered in the mud, hay and shit of her new home.