The lights were too bright for Lara to see off the stage. But she heard people murmuring, a lot of them. She squinted against the lights to see countless silhouettes before her. The woman leading her on told her to stop when they reached the middle of the stage. Lara stood on all fours watching the blending lights and the threatening shadows of people.
A large man in a suit came over and handed Lara's 'boss' a microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, members and guests of the Drop," her voice bellowed out. She didn't sound at all friendly anymore, simply authoritarian. "I promised you something special tonight!" She grabbed Lara's braid and pulled her pig faced visage up for everyone to see:
"Straight from the pigsty, here is the most perverted sow you will have ever seen!"
She forcibly pulled Lara up on her knees so she sat with her shackled hands in her lap. With a hard tug, she ripped the anxious heroine's dress down below her huge breasts.
"From the look of those udders, she might, on second thought, be a cow." The crowd laughed at the degrading comment. Lara's face flushed with anger and embarrassment behind her mask. At the same time, she breathed heavily through her nose. The feeling of being displayed in front of all these people like a piece of pork was exciting her.
"Show them you sound like, pig" The woman held the microphone by Lara's face. She tried to control her breath, but everyone in the audience heard her heaving through her nose.
"Grunt!" Her mistress commanded. Lara turned her head away defiantly, this was too much.
The woman clamped her nose so Lara couldn't breathe.
"GRUNT!" She held her nose for about twenty seconds to show she meant business.
Resigned, Lara made two loud snorting noises to the audiences delight. She had never felt more degraded in her life.
In one smooth motion the commanding lady swung Lara around and down on her elbows. Her breasts slapped against the stage floor, the woman held her in place with surprising strength. Her butt with the pig tail was now properly displayed for the guests.
Her tormentor pulled Lara's panties to the side, showing the audience a tight, shaved cunt.
"She is so wet one would almost believe she had pissed herself!" The blonde exclaimed. It was true as well, Lara couldn't deny that this was turning her on. Her panties had been soaked all the way through since she first saw the menacing silhouttes of the crowd.
"Don't think she will be needing these!" the woman brandished a pair of scissors from her pocket and cut Lara's expensive silk panties off her.
Her now naked pussy glistened in the bright stage lights. With the pigs tail buttplug standing up like a small pink monument over her humiliation.
"Now," the woman stood with one foot on Lara's back, preventing her from getting up, a stilletto hell dug into Lara's upper back. "You have all had the opportunity to buy a ticket for this ride. You can do anything you want to with the pig, provided you do it up here. If I had been you, though, I would hope to be one of the first. Because, as you know, these things can get pretty messy!"
The big man with the suit came back with a big bowl. The blonde woman stuck her hand into it and pulled a ticket out.
"Number 201 will be first," she exclaimed before the eager crowd "That was two-o-one!"
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