Darkness is absolute, the blindfold element of the pig mask pressed tight against your eyes. You can feel the ridiculous, floppy pig ears attached to the sides of the headgear, and a sharp, constant upward pull on your nostrils from the integrated nose hook, forcing your head into an awkward tilt. Leather straps bite into your flesh, cinching your arms and legs into a bent position, the hard floor cold beneath your exposed skin. Any attempt to straighten your limbs is met with unyielding resistance, leaving you with no option but to support yourself on your elbows and knees, like an animal.

It had all happened so fast, yet the memory of Hina’s sweet smile and earnest eyes is still vivid. She’d spoken of an exclusive society, a place of unique experiences, her voice like honey as she described the allure of secrets and belonging. Her charm was a disarming weapon. "Just a little initiation," she’d purred, her fingers deftly working the first strap around your arm. "To show you're truly committed." Before you could process the implications, another strap secured your leg, and then the other arm, the other leg. The click of each buckle was a nail in the coffin of your autonomy. It was only when you were already hobbled, unable to easily resist or flee, that the door creaked open and Kyoka had stepped in, a predatory glint in her sharp eyes.

"He’s even cuter than I imagined, Hina," Kyoka’s voice, a cold tone compared to Hina's melodic lilt, had rumbled from somewhere in front of you as they’d wrestled the pig mask over your head, the final piece of your humiliation clicking into place.

"Isn't he just precious?" Hina coos now, her voice deceptively gentle, though you can hear the smirk in it. "All ready for us. I told you our little piggy would be eager to join the sty."

Kyoka lets out a derisive snort. "Eager or not, he's here. And he's ours."

Piggy For 2

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