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Pig Cums In Woman

By Michael Mountain , December 30, 2015
Last week, I happened upon the much-acclaimed TV series from the U.K. Dark Mirror ­– a kind of Twilight Zone for the 21st Century. In the first episode, a popular princess is kidnapped, and the Prime Minister gets a message saying that in order for her to be freed, he must go on live TV and be seen worldwide having sex with a pig.
The whole series is quite fun and thought-provoking in that it explores the effects on society of technologies that are just around the corner from where we are today, and with classic Twilight Zone -type consequences.
But what took my attention in this first episode were the reactions of all the characters to the prospect of this act of bestiality: the P.M.’s horror and embarrassment, the effect on his wife and their relationship, the awkwardness of his cabinet ministers, the crass reportage of the mass media, and the behavior of the rest of the general public as the news rolls out and they get ready to watch the main event.
It goes without question that for a person of great respect and authority to be seen having sex with a pig is the ultimate in humiliation. But why exactly is that so? And what does it tell us about ourselves – specifically in terms of our insistence, as humans, that “I am not an animal”?
In today’s world, bestiality isn’t just considered morally abhorrent; it’s illegal in all but a handful of countries. (In the United States, it’s still technically legal in 13 states.) What exactly makes it a crime to have sex with a goat, a sheep, a pig or a cow, while it remains perfectly OK to kill that same animal and eat her?
There have been some horrible cases of rape of domestic animals, but when you take these out of the mix, there’s a very real question that has yet to be satisfactorily answered: What exactly is the objection to bestiality?
For those of us who believe, across the board, that violence toward all animals is wrong, the answer is straightforward: bestiality is just another form of abuse.
But what exactly makes it a crime, punishable by potentially many years in prison, to have sex with, say, a goat, a sheep or a cow, while it remains perfectly OK to kill that same animal and eat her?
Philosopher and animal rights advocate Peter Singer raised a lot of hackles when, in 2001, he wrote about the social taboo of zoosexuality in an article, Heavy Petting . After describing a particularly unpleasant practice that involves decapitating hens while having sex with them, he poses the question:
But is it worse for the hen than living for a year or more crowded with four or five other hens in barren wire cage so small that they can never stretch their wings, and then being stuffed into crates to be taken to the slaughterhouse, strung upside down on a conveyor belt and killed?
If not, then it is no worse than what egg producers do to their hens all the time.
Not surprisingly, Singer was roundly taken to task for apparently “advocating” bestiality. But that’s not what he was doing at all; he was simply pointing out the massive inconsistency in our moral values.
So, again, why is it OK to keep pigs, cows and sheep in appalling conditions at factory farms, and then kill them and eat them, but morally and legally heinous to have sex with them?
Once you ask the question, the answer suggests itself: Having sex with a nonhuman animal exposes our own animal nature. We humans don’t like seeing ourselves as animals. So we set up all kinds of taboos and religious practices to keep ourselves separate from and “above” all the other animals. (Check out our series “ I Am Not an Animal ” for more about why this is and how it underlies the human condition.)
These taboos are designed to prevent our true animal nature from becoming too obvious. They prescribe, for example, that sex should be a private matter that’s about “making love”, and that it should be conducted in a limited way, according to certain rules, and in some religions only for the purposes of procreation.
Other taboos set out rules as to what species of animal we should eat, and how we should kill and eat them (as in kosher and halal practice) to make them acceptable as food.
The various taboos and rules bolster our need to believe that we are not just animals ourselves but are, rather, “spiritual beings” who are not part of the “lower”, earthly, mortal world.
Bestiality is wrong, period. But the reason it’s wrong is because it’s abuse and exploitation. And from the point of view of our fellow animals, it’s hardly at the top of the list of crimes we commit against them. If you or I were a sheep or a pig or a cow, and we were able to make up a list of things we’d like humans to stop doing to us, being killed and eaten would be at the top of the list, with bestiality some way further down amid dozens of other things humans do to make our lives intolerable.
In the TV show I watched, unsurprisingly, none of the characters expresses any concern for, or interest in, the pig. She exists for no other reason than as a prop to humiliate an important human being.
The fact is, most laws that prosecute humans for having sex with other animals aren’t about protecting the animals from us humans; they’re about protecting us humans from the other animals and from the knowledge that we’re one of them.
P.S.: In a classic case of life imitating art, or vice-versa, it was recently reported in the British news that when the current prime minister, David Cameron, was a student at Oxford University, he took part in a fraternity ritual that involved a mock sex act with a dead pig.
P.P.S.: Pigs, incidentally, are among the most cognitively complex of nonhuman animals. A paper by Dr. Lori Marino and Christina M. Colvin presents the solid scientific evidence that pigs are not only highly intelligent but are emotionally and socially highly sophisticated animals. The full paper is available here .



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The old man had been making claims for years about a large pig, perhaps many, who had been making foraging attacks on his farm land that bordered on the swamp country.
Not many people believed old Joe after listening to a lifetime of tall stories told at every opportunity and to anyone who would listen. Still he persisted with his larger than usual pig stories.
“I tell him!” he would insist, “Them pigs is huge, one big boar must be seven or eight hundred pounds. Huge he is, caught him trying to get at my sows the other day and scared him off with my shotgun.
Jenny had heard these stories for most of her life and like the other folk in town had paid old Joe little attention. As a youngster she had used the fringes of the swamp as a playground and now, almost twenty, she often camped by the swamp for days on end to paint and photograph the abundant wildlife. Sure, she had seen the disturbed ground made by pigs rooting for food but apart from brief glimpses of a few pigs she had seen nothing extraordinary.
Something disturbed Jenny as she struggled with her pallet of colors trying to capturing the variegated light that filtered through the paperbark trees that fringed the swamp. She stopped painting and looked into the fading light of the swamp. Yes, there it was again a low grunt and a snap of a small twig. Something was out there, an animal, a large animal moving carefully. Jenny listened intently for a good ten minutes but herd no more sounds. She returned to focus on her painting but the light had gone and she decided to call it a day. As she covered her easily and removed her painting to the small tent to protect it from the night dew Jenny remained wary of the sounds of the swamp. As she herd nothing more Jenny decided to wash in the small creek before preparing a meal.
About twenty yards into the thick undergrowth two small slits of red eyes peered out from a black face of a wild Boar. The beast watched the girl as she removed her blouse and jeans and washed briskly in the cool water of the creek. As was Jennie’s habit she slipped on a painting smock that she used for sleeping attire and returned to the tent to prepare her evening meal. The beast remained motionless but vigilant.
The meal finished Jenny moved several yards from the tent to relieve her. The beady eyes remained fixed on the girl as she peed. The beast tasted the air with its nostrils and lifted his head slightly and sniffed.
Finished Jenny returned to her tent. It was now dark enough to turn on the gas light and read. The buzz of the night insects attracted by the light masked the sound of the pig approaching. Surprisingly stealthy for a beast of its size the pig reached the spot where Jenny and relieved herself and sniffed deeply. So deeply that Jenny looked up briefly at the unusual noise but decided that it was just a night bird or bat and settled back to reading.
The big pig was now certain that he had found what he sought, a female in season. Yes this was a strange beast but he had seen her pale pink skin just like the farmers pigs. Since he had lost his females to the younger more agile Boar he had been on the look-out for a new mate. The farmer had chased him off but he would return for those young sows, for now this strange female was near and in season.
Today had been a long one for Jenny, an early rise followed by a ten mile hike, just to get here, and she was tired. An early start in the morning would enable here to photograph the birds as they departed on their long day of foraging. She decided to turn-in. Because the light attracted insects jenny had placed it on a stand under the flap outside the tent and needed to leave the tent to turn it off.
The big Boar had seen the shape inside the tent move and backed off a little. Then his sharp eyes saw the girl emerge from the tent. Her scent floated toward him, he grunted with anticipation.
Jenny stopped her hand inches from the light nob. She peared into the darkness seeking a glimpse of the source of the sound. This time it had defiantly sounded like a pig and it was close. Jenny knew that wild pigs could be dangerous but they were also secretive and didn’t venture too close to humans. What was this one doing so close? As her eyes became accustomed to the dark Jenny saw the massive bulk of a huge pig only yards from her and it was edging closer, its snout sniffing the air.
Jenny froze as the huge pig came into the glow of the light. Now only five yards away the girl could smell the rank ferrell smell of the pig. She reached back toward the tent but even as she did she new it offered no protection at all. It would be best if she just stood still, she taught.
The Boar eyed Jenny up and down slowly as he edged even closer sniffing loudly as he came. By now he was certain that this was a female in heat. What he couldn’t understand was why this feemale was standing on two legs. As the huge beast moved to within touching distance Jenny moved away and the he followed.
Jenny had herd that when wild pigs are frightened or cornered that they might charge but this on showed no sign of charging her. The pigs nose was now only inches from her bare leg and Jenny felt the warm nasil spray as it snorted. She edged away a little and the pig followed. The boars snout touched her leg, Jenny jumped away and as she did she caught the corner rope of the tent and went sprawling to the ground.
As Jenny had fallen the painting coat had lifted exposing her soft pink ass. The boar was quick to close the gap and assure himself of this strange animals gender. At first the wild boarjust stood and looked at the stunned girl its head cocked slightly to the side. It appeared as if he was thinking. The boar lowered its head to the trembling girls rump grunting and sniffing furiously. Finally he found the source of the smell he sought.
Petrified Jenny made a feeble attempted to rise but was nudged by the the boar knocking her back onto all fours. The boar towered above Jenny as it quickly nudged and sniffed the girls underbelly neck and face grunting and squealing as he explored. Then the boar wheeled so that his hed was behind Jenny as again began to sniff her vergina.
Jenny turned her head into the boars mid section in attempt to see what was happening. She pushed hard against the beast in a futile attempt to move him away, but he held his ground. Then the boar moved again and she was confronted with the boars large swollen testicle sack as big as a football. As the boar wheeled away from the stricken girl she thought that she was being left alone and began to rise. Then an huge weight landed on her hips and back forcing her legs to buckle and spread.
The boars front trotters scraped along her ribs as he drew himself onto the tiny body under him. Fortunately for Jenny the action draw the painting shift, that had ridden up her body as she fell, back to partially protect her skin.
After a few initial hops the boar stopped moving and Jenny felt something wet and thin wriggling across her ass cheeks and pubic area. It was then that Jenny realised that this monstrous animal was tying to rape her.
The beasts lowered its head down into the crook of Jenny’s neck. This shifted most of the animals weight, that wasn’t supported by his hind legs, onto Jenny. For a second or two she fought to carry the burden but it was too much for her to carry and she slumped forward. The Boars legs were now on the ground, just behind Jenny’s arms and the beasts weight no longer pinned her to the spot. For a brief moment she considered escape was possible. In commando style she edged forward.
Instantly the boar hopped forward to remain in contact with the girl. At the same time his front legs clamped hard against Jenny’s ribs drawing her back toward his searching penis. Theboar made angry grunts as he nipped at Jenny’s neck. Fortunately the boars head and Jenny’s hair were covering the same shoulder saving her from a serious bite.
Hot bursts of breath accompanied each snuffling grunt as the beast continued to probe erratically. Jenny resigned to her fate had stopped struggling fearing a more serious bite from the boars fetid teeth. Several times the boars member slid across the now trembling girls folds and each contact drew a shudder of dread from her. To her own dismay she felt herself becoming wet as the erotic touch of the slippery member moved like a tantalising finger of a lover across her body.
Frustrated the boar humped at the tiny body beneath him drawing sharp grunts from Jenny as the bulky beast forced air from her lungs. Now the slippery shaft was near its goal sliding along the grove between the girls ass cheeks spilling fluid as it did. Then as the pencil thin member retracted back along the ass grove the boar felt the warmth of the females vagina. This was an experienced stud and the wet warmth of a mates vagina was a familiar feel even if this female was different to other mates he had ridden. The boar paused and probed forward, exploring seeking. Jenny gasped sharply as the mobile end of The curling tip of the boars penis entered the wet, warm cave of the her sex.
Then three quick humps drove the slender shaft deep into the human sow. Jennie gasped, not at the size but the warmth of the invading member that twisted within her sheath. She gave a start as it flicked against her cervix the portal to her inner depths. As the beast mating her humped in a rhythmic motion the penis head twisted within her.
Jennie was feeling no pain, no anger, no emotion at all as the boar’s penis explored her warm wet depths. Then she screamed a sharp dagger-like pain drove into her belly. The boargave two vigorous humps and each hump drew a scream from the girl being serviced. The tip of the boar’s penis had lodged in the narrow opening of Jennie’s cervix and the boar had made sure it was firmly lodged before he stopped humping.
Tears ran down Jennies cheeks as the burning pain subsided. The boar stood still above her gasping and grunting, dribble running from its partly open mouth as he again tried to bite the girl sow beneath him. The boar squealed and Jennie gasped as she felt a warm spray surge into her belly. The Boar was clearly enjoying unloading months of pent up semen and squealed to show his delight.
Jenny could feel each squirt of hot boar’s semen fire into her, it seemed endless. After many minutes the initial jets of semen subsided as did the boars squeals only to be replaced by a warm spreading feeling. It was as if a thinner liquid was replaced by a thicker one, which in fact it was. After what seemed an eternity the bore eased back and dislodged his penis from Jennie’s cervix with another quick stab of pain.
Jennie thought that the boar had finished but he only withdrew to the entrance of her vagina then he re-entered her with several sharp prods. The girl again felt a warm liquid spread inside her this time into her vagina. Several more minutes passed before the boar began to slowly withdraw. Even as he withdrew the warm surges of cum continued to be deposited inside the girl channel. Finally the invading penis was gone. For a moment Jennie felt the dripping shaft twisting against her hip then that was gone as well as the boar slid backward breathing heavily and dismounted. A final sniff and lick of her vagina satisfied the boar and he waddled of beyond the lamp light and flopped to the ground.
For a long while Jennie stayed as the boar had left her stunned and shaken unable to believe what had just happened to her. The tears began to trickle down her cheek, slowly at first then in rivulets as she began to sob quietly. Slowly, without thinking, she crawled to the tent under the watchful eyes of the now contented boar. Sometime much later she fell asleep.
The first rays of sunlight beating into the tent was all that was needed to awaken the distraught girl. She had slept curled into a foetal position on top of her sleeping bag to tired and confused to crawl under the covers. The memories of the previous evening came flooding back and she again began to quietly sob. Gradually she collected her thoughts and immediately became aware of the wet mess under her hip. Sometime during the night the plug of boar semen had dissolved and the copious contribution of the boars pent up reserves had flown free.
Jenny felt between her legs and her hand came away sticky and wet, she was still leaking boar semen. The boar, where was he she swung her gaze to the open tent flap. He wasn’t where he had lain last evening she felt a sudden sense of relief but a grunt soon shattered her elation. Just to the right of the tent flap stood the massive bulk of the swamp boar. He was huge, bigger than Jennie had realised in the dim light of the previous evening.
Jenny cringed back but quickly realised, as she had done last night, that she had no means to escape this massive creature. The boar had evidently seen that she was awake and grunted several times then lowered his snout to the ground driving his nose into the soft dirt and drove forward with a massive thrust of his hips in a display of power that created a six inch furrow about five feet long in the turf before he lifted his head and squealed. The boars face was just inches from the tent flap white froth about his lips was flecked with dirt and dribble dripped from his jaw. The red beady eyes drilled into Jennie’s eyes with an unstated demand.
God not again she thought as she rose to her knees and exited the tent. Once clear of the tent ropes Jennie stopped making no attempt to rise to her feet. the boar came to her and nudge
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