The Pig Factory Part 1

Author: jackbootlad
Title: The Pig Factory Part 1
Date: 27 October 2010

Marc had just arranged to meet the contact at the back of Tesco’s car park. It was a pretty chilly evening in late December. He was a stocky skinhead of 20 years old and wore the usual clobber: bleachers, MA1 jacket and black Doc Marten boots, 14 holes and laced with white laces. He always wore his yellow footie sox with the boots – a bit of piss and white power always turned him on. He had a small tatt on the back of his neck of a clenched fist in a glove. He had piercing in his nose and in one ear and two nipple piercings of which he was really proud. That all hurt like fuck, he remembered, but now he was glad he got it done. He stood at the far end of the car park shuffling from one booted foot to another, smoking a fag. A white dirty van appeared at the car park entrance and quickly drove up towards him. His contact had told him to be ready dressed in his gear. It screeched to a halt and two thickset blokes leaped out of the back and before Marc knew what was going on had landed on him, forcing him to the ground and cuffing his hands behind his back. ‘Welcome to the pig factory’ hissed one of them in his ear. Without, he was hoisted up by his arms and dragged across to the white van and thrown forward onto the floor. With a deft movement, his mouth was covered in masking tape and then the doors were slammed shut and he was left alone in the darkness.

The van moved off and started what felt like a really long journey. Marc had read on the website that he was to expect things to be rough – but he liked all that. He was bored with life and wanted some excitement. This outfit seemed to offer something different but he was totally ignorant about just how different it really would be. After a couple of hours, the van appeared to pull off the road and onto a farm track where Marc found himself being bumped all over the inside of the van. It stopped suddenly and the front doors were opened and then slammed. Then the back doors were opened and two strong arms grabbed him by his boots and pulled him out into the yard. He found himself on his knees. It was dark and the large yard was surrounded by barns and other outbuildings. There was a huge spotlight in one corner which provided an unwelcoming light. None of this really interested Marc, however. His eye was caught by the six figures standing around him. They were all pretty much identical in appearance but it was their appearance which startled him.

Each man was unusually fat with very large butt cheeks. They were wearing knee length black rubber boots, a PVC pouch around their groin, rubber waist coats, rubber collars studded in metal with the words ‘PIG’. Each man was totally bald. They wore long tight fitting PVC rubber gauntlets which appeared to be shaped into a cloven hoof on the end of each fist. They all carried baseball bats. All of this was pretty weird but the weirdest thing of all was their faces. In the centre of each face, they all had a nose splayed open with the nostrils facing forward – just like the snout of a pig. A ring pierced their noses. To finish the effect, they all appeared to be grunting and dribbling – something caused by his arrival.

Through the centre of this group a tall, well built but slim older man stepped forward. He was clearly the boss. His outfit consisted of polished leather boots, chaps with red codpiece, a leather jacket covered in metal zips, soft black leather gloves and peaked cap.

‘Your new recruit, boss’ said one of the thugs who had kidnapped him in the van. The boss stepped forward and lifted Marc’s chin with a riding crop. ‘Yes, you’ll do nicely, very nicely’ he said. ‘Take him to the transformation unit and start the procedure’. And before Marc knew what was happening, he found himself being grabbed by the pigmen by both the hands and the feet and lifted up high above their heads. They were taking him to the barn at the far end of the yard and his journey into pigdom was about to begin…