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Good morning!

First and foremost, I apologise for the awful pun. I couldn’t resist. This is a short story about Blair Beaumont after the events of "Dollar Swine". Let me know what you think in the comments!

Also: I am going to do things a little differentlythis time for selecting who the next short story will be about. I thought I would open things up a little and let readers have a freer choice.

How it will work is this: write a comment below about which character you would like to see a new short story about. It could even be a character who has already received a short story. After a few days I will collect all of those comments and make a new poll to see who the next story will be about!

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy!

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“Discipline,” said Blair Beaumont, leaning forward over the microphone and fixing the audience with her luminous gaze. “Hard work. Perseverance. These are the things that my father taught me through example.”

18-year-old Blair Beaumont looked radiant in flawless makeup and a shiny blue graduation robe that failed to fully conceal the size and shape of her enormous ass. Although she didn’t realize it, all of the senior boys watching the speech and half of the fathers in the audience had their eyes locked onto how her robe hung on her curves.

The graduating class sat back in their folding chairs and looked up at her. Some looked bored, some looked annoyed, but most had expressions of simpering, ass-kissing attentiveness, hanging onto her every word. This was Blair’s moment to shine. Not only was she the Valedictorian, she was the queen of the fucking school.

How things had changed since middle school. She used to be the poor kid. Bullied by all the elites. Now she was the elite. And this was her victory lap.

“And it’s those qualities that he taught me,” said Blair, blazing with triumph at the front of the packed gymnasium of her exclusive private high school, “That will ensure my success throughout life.”

From the audience, her father beamed up at her proudly, his camera pointed at her, recording every moment of her speech. Blair’s eyes slid back to her classmates, and she couldn’t stop a condescending smirk from crossing her cute, picture-perfect face. All of the perfect, slim girls who had talked down to her when her family was struggling. All of the meathead guys who had chuckled and elbowed each other and made crude comments about her “fat ass”. All of them had to sit there now and pretend to love every word of her big speech. She was the top bitch now that her daddy was rich, and none of them dared forget it.

Blair reached down and picked up the yearbook she had brought up to the podium as a prop, holding it up for the audience to see. “When our class voted for superlatives,” explained Blair to the audience with a big shiny smile, “My fellow seniors selected me as ‘most likely to succeed.’” Blair had made sure that the vote turned out the way she wanted, although it had taken some unpleasantness to convince some of the nerds that Harry Denson, the school math whiz, didn’t deserve the title.

“And they’re right,” said Blair, snapping the yearbook shut and looking around the crowd with her dazzling grin. “With the lessons my father has taught me, with the education I have received at Morrowside, and with my own personal drive, I can’t possibly fail. I will succeed! And when I do, I will remember everyone here today who helped me on my journey. Thank you all!”

Yeah right. When Blair Beaumont made it big, it would be on her own merits. She wouldn’t spare a single thought for the pompous twits in her graduating class.

Blair Beaumont greatly looked forward to never seeing any of the losers from her high school ever again.

…

Cunt.

Slippery and hot.

It ground hard against Blair’s mouth and face, filling her senses. The slick folds of Nikki's pussy didn't wait for Blair’s licking tongue. She used Blair’s face as a sex toy, smearing her eager juices all over her little piggy's eager face.

“You’re worthless. Just a dumb little slut.”

The moaning voice was Blair’s own. Nikki had forced her to record the demeaning mantras weeks ago, and now they filled the noise-canceling headset over Blair’s ears. With her eyes tightly blindfolded, Her senses were restricted. And Sharpened.

She floated in a void, her world of experience narrowed to her prerecorded dirty talk, the wet vagina grinding against her face…

And the buzzing toy plunged deep into her asshole.

Ever since she had begun working for Owen, Blair’s ass had become the center of her sexuality. She craved anal sex more than any other sexual experience. But the toy she had inside her right now wasn't enough. It was too small; its vibration too feeble. That was the point, Blair knew. This wasn’t meant to be a fulfilling sexual experience for her. It was meant to break down her will.

Blair had always been a strong-willed person. And, despite what Nikki clearly hoped, becoming an anal slut didn’t change that. Blair had found a good equilibrium. She could submit during sex (or especially when someone offered her money… the very idea of being offered cash for her body made her inexplicably hot and bothered), and then be her normal self in all other situations: confident, smart, and unwilling to take shit from others.

Blair’s ass lit up with pain as Nikki's riding crop swished down and snapped against Blair’s massive ass cheek.

“You’re a pathetic whore who will let strangers fuck your ass for a few dollars,” purred Blair’s own voice in her ear.

Blair happily admitted that it was true. She was a whore. Often for embarrassingly small amounts of money. Nikki could literally get her to submit sexually for less than the price of a cup of coffee. But that wasn’t enough for Blair’s bitchy blonde roommate. Nikki wanted Blair’s spirit completely broken. She wanted Blair to act like her slave.

It was weird. If anyone was Blair’s master, it was her boss, Owen. Nikki was obsessed with something that she could never have. Even though she was the submissive “Piggy Princess” at parties, Blair would never be the type of woman who bowed and scraped in non-sexual situations.

But why worry about something that was Nikki's problem? For now, Blair lost herself in the sensation of the buzzing dildo in her ass and the hot wet pussy pressing into her face.

…

Nikki felt a ripple of irritation break through her sadistic sexual pleasure.

When Owen finally seemed to break snobby little Blair Beaumont, turning her into a dirty anal whore, Nikki was ecstatic. Nikki had always hated snobby rich bitches like Blair, and it felt good to see her degraded into a pathetic submissive little pig.

Nikki looked down at her now. Blair's cute face was buried deep in Nikki's cunt, her eyes blinded, her ears filled with the sound of her own submissive voice. Blair’s curvy body was completely nude. Her tits hung heavily beneath her as she served on her hands and knees, but the clear selling point of Blair’s body was her massive ass. It wiggled and swayed with pleasure as the dildo buried deep between her cheeks buzzed.

Blair Beaumont’s ass was truly unbelievable. Huge, thick and smooth, it ballooned out from her waist in a way that made male eyes follow her progress wherever she went, even when she was fully clothed.

Blaire slurped and licked and moaned like a desperate nympho slut. The wanton whore currently eating Nikki's pussy with sloppy enthusiasm Seemed completely broken.

But frustratingly, that wasn't the case. Despite eagerly and frequently making a public sexual disgrace of herself, Blair somehow had a hard inner core of self-respect and superiority that couldn't be touched. Nikki was certain that when she finally let Blair rise, the little bitch would wipe Nikki's pussy juice off with the back of her hand, flash Nikki a superior look, say something cutting with her dirty-mouthed vocabulary, and go about her day as if nothing had happened.

It was like this bitch still somehow believed she was better than Nikki.

Nikki gave the big bubbly ass beneath her a couple of swats with her riding crop to vent her frustration, and was rewarded with a deep vibrating moan delivered deep into her pussy. In a lot of ways, this was all Owen's fault. Owen was technically Blair’s master rather than Nikki, but in Nikki's opinion, he wasn't doing a proper job. He didn't seem to see the problem with Blair being a brat as long as he could regularly fuck her mouth and ass. Trust a man to think with his cock.

Owen seemed to have no interest in breaking Blair completely. He even seemed to have grown fond of her bratty attitude. Fucking gross. If Owen wouldn't finish the job and turn Blair into a meek slave, Nikki would have to step up and do it for him.

It would be a few hours before Nikki would release her slave, so Nikki needed something to entertain herself. She considered turning on the TV, then saw the stack of mail she had brought into her and Blair’s shared apartment. There was a letter on top in a fancy-looking enevelope that looked interesting. It had Blair’s name on it, but Nikki didn’t recognize any boundaries with her roommate.

Nikki ripped it open, and as she began to read, her eyes grew wide with interest. Morrowside Secondary School class of 2017 was planning a 7-year reunion.

All of Blair’s old classmates, getting together to brag about how well they had done in life. What would they think if they found out about Blair’s career path? Nikki bet they would be delighted. She imagined that Blair must have been just as insufferable in high school.

More importantly, the crushing blow to Blair’s ego from having all her old friends see the depths of her depravity might finally be enough to grind Blair’s persistent spirit to dust.

Nikki gave Blair a few stinging swats with her riding crop, spurring her roommate to lick faster as Nikki ground her cunt into the stupid slutty piggy's smug face.

She wondered if the reunion had hired an event planner yet. She was sure Owen could offer them a discount…

…

Blair checked her “costume” one last time, running a finger under the tight pink latex at her crotch to shift it into the perfect position. It had to cover all the important bits at the beginning of the performance at least, otherwise it wouldn't be any fun when it came time to reveal things later.

Her event costume had come a long way since that first cheap over-the-counter fetishy pig costume Owen had made her wear for her coworkers. At a certain point, it had just made sense for Owen to shell out for a quality costume. Blair had become his star attraction after all.

A tight pink corset squeezed and lifted her modest breasts from beneath. Her nipples were covered by easy-to-remove heart-shaped pasties. Beneath the Corset, she wore only bubblegum stockings and a barely-there hot pink latex thong that left her huge ass bare.

The outfit was completed by a cute little prosthetic pig snout, a headband with soft cloth pig ears, and a monstrous dildo stuffed deep into her asshole with a little curly tail that stuck out the end, transforming her into the “piggy princess” that made people hire their party planning company again and again.

“Looking good, as usual, Princess,” said Owen Novak, leaning in the doorway of the trailer. Her boss. Her master. Her… man? That last one was confusing. Something they avoided discussing. Blair couldn't imagine a man wanting a woman who did the kind of things she did at these parties, but the way Owen treated her didn't always feel like just a boss, or even a master.

“Fuck you, boss,” said Blair with a flippant grin. “You want a private show? Pay me.”

Owen sighed in mock frustration. “But where will I find the money? I don't know if I can afford five bucks right now.”

He crossed the room and squeezed Blair’s ass fondly, like a favorite toy. Although Blair felt a pulse of heat at his familiar touch as usual, she swatted his hand away. “Not now, boss! It's almost show time. Find me afterward, if you manage to find enough cash under the couch cushions.”

Owen smiled but then gave Blair a strange, appraising look. “You know that this is a party that Nikki booked right?” he asked with a grimace.

Blair shrugged and checked her makeup. “Yeah. What, is she trying to break me again? What is it this time? Old men? A Bachelorette party? Another frat? She should know by now that she’ll never find something that’s too much for me.”

Owen put a hand on her shoulder, his eyebrows crinkling. “Well… if you say so,” he muttered. “But if this one IS too much, you can back out. We’ve been doing fine with gigs lately. We can refund this group and be just fine.”

Blair gave her boss a suspicious look. That was certainly an unusual offer. Owen’s normal pre-show talk was to remind her that she had to give a great show because they needed the money. Whatever shitshow Nikki had found this time must really have him spooked. Blair just shrugged and asked her boss the crucial question. The one that they avoided ever talking about in written communication.

“Whatever, I can handle it. Owen… Is this party ‘full-service’?”

Owen took a long moment before answering, his expression returning to his usual stony poker face. “Yeah,” he said finally. “They want you to show them a good time.”

Blair gave the mirror a naughty grin. That was all she needed to know. Some nights ended with her bowing and blowing kisses to the audience while they showered her with ones, other nights ended with her dripping strangers’ cum out of every hole.

She was happy to hear tonight would be the latter. “Full-service” parties were always so much more fun.

…

Blair confidently strode onto the set-up stage, her hips swaying and her ass jiggling. Her towering heels no longer made her totter or wobble: after performing in them for so many parties she was used to them by now.

For a moment, the bright lights blinded her. That was normal: she would get used to them in a minute or two. The crowd was unusually wild tonight, letting out a roar of laughter, whistles, and cheers as Blaire took the stage.

Mmmm, perfect, she loved an enthusiastic audience.

Blair hammed up her performance with her usual smoldering eyes and saucy smile, bending at the waist to trail her hand down one shapely leg while giving the audience a great side view of her juicy ass. As she was rising, giving her tits a little shimmy in preparation for removing her pasties, she saw a familiar face in the front row of the seated crowd.

Tina Chambers.

She had only really been a friend of a friend back in high school, but seeing someone she recognized was still a bit of a shock. Was this the special surprise that Nikki was hoping to throw her off with? If she had wanted to fluster Blaire with a face from her past, she should have picked someone better than Tina. They had barely known each other.

Although Blair had to admit she was a little shaken, she simply avoided looking at Tina and smiled broadly at the rest of the crowd. Her hands raised to the heart-shaped pasties, pinching the bottom pointy ends and slowly peeling them up to reveal her stiff nipples. Her eyes had almost adjusted to the stage lights. Her gaze fixed on a well-built man in the middle of the crowd.

Blair’s heart skipped a beat, just as the crowd wildly cheered at her fully revealed nipples, she recognized the man.

Tommy Hull, her boyfriend Junior year. He had been quarterback at the time. He was practically red-faced with amusement as he clapped, then cupped his mouth to loudly cheer her slutty performance. “Show us more, Piggy!”

Blair’s eyes slid off him in disbelief, but next, she saw the trio of sycophantic girls that followed her around when she was the queen bee. They had kept texting and trying to call her through most of her freshman year of college. It took months of no response for them to take the hint: Blair had no need for nobodies like them. Now they leaned on each other for support as they died laughing at their former leader’s degrading public performance.

Blair was supposed to be doing a sexy hip-swaying dance at this point in the show, but her movements faltered as she recognized another former classmate. Then another. She felt her pulse drumming in her ears. Her eyes flicked through the crowd. Former friends, crushes, rivals. All of her old classmates. All of them howling with laughter as they watched their Valedictorian strip and humiliate herself on stage for their viewing pleasure.

Finally, her eyes had adjusted enough to read the banner strung across the back of the hotel conference room.

“Welcome Morrowside Class of 2017”.

She was the stripper for her own fucking high school reunion. And not just the stripper, she remembered with a sick twinge in her belly. This party had paid Owen a little extra under the table.

Her high school classmates were expecting “full service” tonight.

Now she finally understood why Owen had been so weird about this one. People had recognized her before at events, if you do enough parties, it was inevitable. But it had never been this bad. As Blair stood there stupidly under the hot stage lights, tits hanging out and ass bare except for the tiny thread of her thong, she could feel the mocking, hungry eyes of her former classmates burning on her bare skin.

Blair’s eyes picked up Nikki hovering at the edge of the crowd, her bitchy little face alight with gloating glee. She looked certain that this would be what would finally shatter Blair’s spirit.

Blair could bail right now. Owen had been careful to give her explicit permission. Or…

Or she could stay and show her classmates how far she had really fallen. Blair felt a hot, sticky trickle of juice trace slowly down her inner thigh. Nikki really didn’t understand her at all. Blair wasn't crushed by humiliation. She got off on it.

Despite her burning blush and the swooping feeling of shame in her chest, Blair didn't think she had ever been so turned on in her life.

With a shaky smile, Blair turned her back on the audience. For a second they let out a series of disappointed boos, convinced that Blair was about to flee the stage.

Instead, Blair delicately crossed her legs at the ankles and bent low at the waist, presenting the audience with the perfect view of her plush rump, complete with a cute little tail protruding from between her cheeks. The boos turned into ooooohs and cheers from the confused audience, who couldn't quite believe that Blair was willing to continue after visibly recognizing them

Blair roughly grabbed both cheeks with a slap of her palms, kneading and massaging her massive ass for the benefit of her laughing audience. Her heart beating a mile a minute, she prepared for the centerpiece of her show. The act that always left the crowd screaming for more.

Blair’s mind flashed back to the last time she had seen any of her former classmates. High school graduation. She had stood in front of all of them and gave a smug speech about how successful she would be in life.

Now she gripped her cheeks and slowly spread them, revealing her stretched butthole, twitching around the demeaning pig tail butt plug in front of the same crowd. Revealing the degrading path her life had actually taken.

As the crowd roared with wild approval, Blair shifted one hand to slowly remove the tail, revealing her gaping asshole to all of her former classmates.

She didn't think she had ever gotten louder cheers. They were certainly better than the dry applause her gloating Valedictorian speech had gotten seven years ago.

Blair stood, burning with aroused shame, spreading her fat ass for the people she had considered beneath her. The laughter died down, replaced by a thoughtful, predatory silence. Blair panted and closed her eyes, deeply exposed. Her nipples throbbed and her pussy leaked as the silent crowd eyed each other.

Blair didn't know who moved first, because, by the time they reached the stage, the entire crowd was moving together, carried on a wave of sneering, angry lust.

They were all hungry for a piece of fat ass from the spoiled rich girl who had always looked down on them.

A large man grabbed Blair’s wide, squishy hips and slid his cock roughly up between her fat cheeks, making her gasp in shock. But she couldn’t make noise for long, because Marsha, one of her high school subordinates was wriggling out of her panties right in front of Blair, forcing the former queen bee’s face into her wet pussy as Blair continued to have her ass fucked from behind.

Blair felt countless hands roughly grabbing and rubbing every inch of her naked skin as the crowd surrounded her, shedding their clothes onto the carpeted conference room. Blair couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

She really did fucking love an enthusiastic crowd.

It was one of the roughest, most sexually demeaning orgies that Blair had ever been a part of, and at this point, she had an orgy practically every other week. She jerked off cocks. She sucked dick. She had her pussy stretched and her ass filled again and again, sometimes both at once. She ate out the pussies and assholes of her female classmates with greedy enthusiasm, putting Nikki’s training to good use for once. The crowd worked out all of their frustrations on the stuck-up little bitch that had ruled their high-school years. The annoying princess who had thought her family's money made her better than them.

They came in her ass. On her tits, in her hair. But especially in her mouth. Tonight, it seemed like they all wanted revenge for her caustic, dirty mouth that they had all fallen victim to at some point. Blair swallowed load after load of thick semen, as well as driving dozens of women to moaning orgasms with her skilled tongue.

Blair satisfied them all. One by one, the losers Blair had gone to school with fucked her, dominated her, came in her or on her, and withdrew.

Finally, Bair found herself spit-roasted like the pig she had become by the last two holdouts, sloppily gagging on the cock plundering her throat while Tommy, her former boyfriend, reamed her experienced, but still sensitive asshole from behind. Blair remembered with irony that she had broken up with Tommy because he had playfully spanked her ass once during sex. Well, he was certainly taking his revenge now: Blair’s ass was on fire from the ringing slaps his strong hands were raining down on her wobbling cheeks.

 The rest of the class had tapped out by this point, but surrounded the group of three in a rough circle of chairs, cheering and clapping as Blair worked herself up to one last, leg-shaking, mind-melting orgasm of the evening.

It was utter humiliating sexual bliss to be so utterly degraded this way: offering her body to the people she had looked down on for so long. Blair moaned around the spurting cock in her mouth as she was pumped full of seed from both ends, her asshole filled yet again by the hot sperm of a man who had no remaining respect for her. Blair’s toes curled and her jiggling ass shook with the force of her submissive climax. Tonight, the Morrowside class of 2017 had defeated Blair, and this final, shameful orgasm was the ultimate sign of their victory.

The surrounding sexually exhausted crowd went wild, showering Blair with the wholehearted enthusiasm that she never received from them as a smug, superior teenager.

…

Nikki sauntered over, hands behind her back and grinning wickedly as the last of the party guests grabbed their purses and left. Blair was sitting on the edge of the stage, drinking deeply from a bottle of water. She was exhausted, her ass was spanked red, and she was splattered with dozens of loads of cum.

“So… have you finally learned how pathetic you are, piggy?” asked Nikki with a sharp, cruel smile. “All of your old friends finally found out your shameful little secret. You said you would be more successful than any of them. And look at you. Just a worthless fucking whore.”

Blair took a moment to stare at Nikki blankly, then rolled her eyes and stretched luxuriously, a movement that caused globs of cum to slide messily off of her tits. “What the fuck are you talking about Nikki? I’m worthless? I brought in more money for the company this month than you brought in all year. Think before you spout bullshit. And those people aren’t my friends. They wish.”

Nikki looked thunderstruck. The stupid bitch really thought that the shame of getting fucked by her worthless old high school classmates would make Blair into a meek little slave. Even after trying to “train” Blair for months, Nikki didn’t know her well at all. Blair submitted in sexual situations because it was fucking hot. But that would never make her some sort of shrinking violet in the rest of her life. Blair may have been confused about the line between sexual and non-sexual submission when she first started working for Owen, but she understood herself better now.

“You… You’re going to be sorry for speaking to me that way when we get home! Your fat ass is mine, piggy!” hissed Nikki, her face turning red as she swept away in a rage.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever…” muttered Blair under her breath. She rose to go find Owen and see if there were any leftovers from the catering.

“...As long as you pay me, bitch.”