“You’re probably wondering about the changes you’ve been going through,” she said. “And you probably suspect that I may have something to do with them. Well, you’re right. You have now become a ‘Pig-man’. It is the result of the practice of an occult craft and science known only to a few initiates. You have been rendered my complete slave. If you try to leave my sphere of influence you will quickly degenerate into a drooling, leering pervert that helplessly masturbates in public and will be quickly apprehended and institutionalized.”
Ronnie stared in dull, disbelieving silence. “I am fucked,” was all he could manage to think.
“You may have also wondered if the condition is permanent,” she continued with a smile. “Or maybe not, to judge from your slack-jawed stare. Anyway, there is a possible antidote that can act to reverse these changes and return you to your previous state. Unfortunately, it involves a pretty major sacrifice, the loss of your testicles.”
“But for now, you must be trained to be a good slave. And that means punishment. Please follow me.”
He followed her to a room in a part of a house he had never been before. They entered the room and he was stunned at all the instruments of BDSM bondage and torture in it. She led him to a bondage frame and told him to strip and get into it and then she strapped him down, leaving him totally immobile with his genitals very exposed and vulnerable.
“I’m not a sadist,” she said calmly. “But I do take pleasure in seeing that the points I am making are being taken as intended.” She grabbed him by the balls, squeezing hard. He howled in pain.
After torturing him for a half hour she told him she was also capable of giving intense pleasure. She then proceeded to sodomize and masturbate him until he had an ejaculation so intense he blacked out.
He was so worn out that the Dark Lady allowed him to sleep on a cot in her dingy basement that night instead of sending home to his apartment.
[ Oops. I forgot the assistants. Oh well, maybe I’ll rewrite it some other day. ]