Try to run away from Beaumont

From Create Your Own Story

You turn around and start to run, but only make it a few steps before slipping in the mud and falling flat on your face. By the time you are able to get to your hands and knees, Beaumont is on top of you. His enormous weight immediately slams you back into the mud and knocks the wind out of you.

As you gasp for breath, you can feel the hog’s stiff, pumping cock slapping against your ass and thighs. Your chest is firmly pinned to the ground, but you are able to lift your hips into the air. As you do so, you are horrified to feel Beaumont’s rod thrust all at once into your asshole.

Finally able to draw breath again, you let out a coarse scream. Though the pig’s dick is not very thick, it is over a foot long when fully extended, and you can feel it throbbing as it pumps in and out of your hole.

Worse than the physical pain of this sudden entry is the fact that you can feel the corkscrew ridges of the freakish organ as they move in and out of you, and you can feel it pulsating rhythmically, shooting pig jizz deep into your rectum with each throb. This sensation causes you to retch with disgust.

You look up and see that the rancher is filming you intently with the iPhone camera. You realize, of course that you could jump into the rancher’s body, or Beaumont’s, at any time, but you find that the notion of being a young innocent girl and getting anally raped by a repulsive, filthy pig is extremely sexually exciting.

You feel deeply ashamed that you are such a disgusting slut, but this thought turns you on even more. Even though your intellect is that of an amorphous spirit, your emotions and base desires are derived from the mind and body of the girl, and for this reason you begin to sob even as you reach back between your legs to rub your well-lubricated pussy.

You are confused as to how to handle this situation.

You decide to:

• Jump into the rancher’s body
• Call out to the rancher for help
• Call out to the rancher to make sure to get a closeup of your tear-streaked face

You are possessing:
12th Grade Girl (Katy)