Debby couldn't imagine being more humiliated and degraded. To be led around in front of his friends and made to squeal like a pig! She wouldn't do it! She would rather die first!

"I won't," she said, her voice a whisper. "I can't!"

"Let's see if you won't or can't," Greg said, reaching for the pliers.

He reached down and pinched the jaws of the instrument into the tender flesh of her shitter.

"Hey, baby, you can do it," he laughed, hearing the high-pitched squeal.

"I'll do it, Goddammit, I'll do it!" Debby cried, feeling her insides explode with agony.

"OK, then let's go, little piggy," Greg said, pulling the rope. "Now let's hear you oink once more for me, sort of like a practice oink." Debby somehow managed to snort like what she thought a pig would which was met with loud laughter. She was then pulled from the room and down the hall.

"Hey guys, look what I got here," Greg called. "Look at my pet piggy. Oink for them, little piggy."

Although Debby's mind burst with humiliation and shame, she snorted like a pig. Again her sound was met with laughter. She was commanded to repeat the sound and did.

"Hey, is that all your pig, or is she anybody's pig?" the blond man on the couch said, his mouth wide with a grin.

"Hell, I don't know. You like her?" Greg said.

"Yeah, I could use some strange stuff," the blond man said. "Can I have her?"

"You like the big man, little piggy?" Greg said, leaning down and smiling in Debby's face.

Debby was too humiliated, too ashamed even to speak. How could he do this awful thing to her? She felt cheap and dirty and used.

"She's a little shy," Greg said, "but if you know how to treat her, she fucks like a bandit."

"Well, let me at her," the blond man said, taking the rope from Greg's hand. "I think I'll have myself a tasty piece of ham."