Countess Saltykova knew how to use the whip with great skill, and she had vanity about it.

 

The countess Darya Nikolayevna Saltykova knew how to use the whip with great skill, and she had vanity of that skill. When she received other women of the Russian nobility, in the elegant and well-decorated salons of her palace, she used to show violent whipping sessions.

Her servants brought one young, robust and healthy peasant, undressed and hung him with ropes that came down from the ceiling.

All the guests settled in the armchairs and watched with interest and pleasure as the hundreds of lashes turned the servant into a piece of meat bleeding from all wounds.

The peasant's pleas, crying and screams were part of the fun, entertaining as true music for the audience of guests. The boy's contortions and all the effort to protect himself from the whip's blows were appreciated as a pathetic and fun dance.

Often the whipped guy passed out during the beating, but the countess Saltykova' pleasure and enthusiasm was such that she only stopped whipping when the spilled blood took up much of the floor in the large hall.

Usually the Saltykova personally chose the most beautiful and strongest peasant she found for the beating, but even so many did not survive the beatings. Since she liked to show off the boy's smooth, clear skin before the show, she avoided choosing one that had scars from previous beatings.

Young men were naturally very afraid and did not want to be chosen; however, peasant families were not afraid that their guys would be chosen for cruel beatings. On the contrary, some elders sought only to negotiate well, to obtain the greatest advantages they could in the exchange of one of their young guys. Some were exchanged for horses, oxen, sacks of wheat or vodka.

For us it was pure fun and pleasure. However, over time we realized that the slut also liked his chores!

About ten years ago, the owner of the farm brought this guy, no one knows from where, and handed him over to the employees who took care of the pigsty, saying: 

- Put this disgusting pig among the others, don't do anything different with this fag than you do with the other animals, understood? He will be just another pig of creation.

My chief and all his staff loved the order; they did what the boss ordered with joy, brutality, and cruelty. They tore off the boy's clothes, washed him with disinfectants, tied his wrists and ankles, and placed him in the sty among the other breeding sows.

The boy accepted his fate and all violence without any resistance or complaint. He looked stupid and dumb to us, because since he arrived at the farm he never said a word, just moaned and cried when he was beaten. He resigned himself to being a pig. He always walked on all fours, naked in the dirt of the pigsty, eating what the pigs ate, wallowing and sleeping among the herd of pigs.

However, he was not treated like the other animals in the pigsty all the time, his treatment was much worse.

The pigs and piglets that quickly went to slaughter did not have nicknames just numbers, but all breeding sows had names - Flower, Sweet, Charming, Fearful, Smeling. Our unusual pig was called "Bitch".

His sweet acceptance and submission gradually awakened sadism, perversions and cruelties among caregivers. He was regularly beaten, tortured, abused and raped by several employees. We taught him how to make blowjobs for all of us and how to drink all the urine we made in his mouth. Before raping him, we brutally washed his anus with water hoses and brushes.

Employees wore the same  electric cattle prod on him as they did on pigs, but on thick pigs' leather the effect was much less painful. We used electric cattle prod to torture its most sensitive parts, his penis and nipples.

Years passed, and it seemed the company owner had forgotten his “special pig”. Only in the first few weeks did he enter the pigsty to see the boy wallowing among the pigs. Before long, he lost interest and didn't talk or ask any more about the subject.

The employees were shocked when they saw giant pigs fucking the fag boy as if he were one of the pigs. The astonishment was even more remarkable when they saw that the boy didn't even try to escape being fucked, and still got a hard-on when he was fucked violently and enthusiastically by giant, dirty pigs. The pleasure of being a pig, the lust of the perverted animal, aroused the revolt, cruelty, and sadism of the keepers, who began to beat, torture, and sexually abuse the filthy animal.

They started tying up his dick so that his erections would hurt and prevent him from cumming.

The most shocking thing is that even at these times, the pig seemed to enjoy everything he suffered, so when the pig got a hard penis, the employees used the electric prod on his dick to stop him from cumming.

The fagot was very happy to be humiliated and beaten. 

One day, a company lawyer told the manager - the fagot was a nephew of the company owner, who the whole family disowned when they realized the faggot nature. His uncle threatened him, saying that they would rather see him as a slutty pig than as the faggot in the world. The boy answered he would rather be a pig in the family pigsty than belong to that family; he spoke with horny that he would love to be the most despised, mistreated, raped, disgusting, and dirty pig in the family sty.

It was the solution to his and his entire family's problems.

He spent his whole life happy where he wanted to be.

 

I am happy being what I am, I have some good days.

I think I was born this way, as a slave, as a kind of animal. I'm just bones, muscles, blood, leather and hair. I've never had anything, I've never decided anything, I just obey, just work and serve. I have no pride or preferences, just fear and lust. I don't think about anything, I hardly remember anything, I have no past or future, only the present. For me every day is the same. 

I only feel the hunger, the cold, the pain and their opposites. I have no feelings, affections or bonds, only chains, collars, overseers and owners. I know how to give pleasure, I know how to endure suffering and torture without moaning. 

I am happy being what I am, I have some good days. I know that one day it will all end, but I live only now.

 

Russian feudal lords used to condemn some of their servants to serve as simple animals.

Russian feudal lords used to condemn some of their servants to serve as simple animals. Feudal laws allowed Lords to freely condemn some of their servants to lose the few rights they still had, and they received the same conditions and treatment as rural animals or livestock. The sentences fell on highly indebted servants, criminals, lazy people, homosexuals, rebels, alcoholics, the most violent and indoctrinated, were condemned to no longer being servants, but to true farm animals. Naturally, they were chosen from the greatest, rude, strong and stupid servants.

Most servants could have families, houses and a poor and dignified life, animal servants could not. They were treated with brutal violence and cruelty by everyone, even other servants.

To mark their condition and difference, they were always kept naked, chained and gagged, as animals do not dress or speak. It was common to cut the tongue so that they could never speak again.

On farms, they worked like beasts of burden, pulling carts, plows, or carrying heavy loads. They were kept naturally among the other animals, in the stables and pig pens, where they are treated and fed with pigs, horses and cattle.

In the farms these animals were seen frequently and naturally, there was no discomfort or strangeness. However, when any of them were taken to the cities, the citizens looked at these beasts with a mixture of disgust and contempt. The urban palaces of the feudal lords, often received some of these animals to pull carts or maintenance works.

The dirty aspect and the stench that these animals bothered some bourgeois. What bothered the elites was not a religious, moral or humanitarian issue, it was the ugliness, the dirty appearance and the stinking smell. Horses could be beautiful, clean and even smell good, these animals could not.

It was not seen as something sinful, cruel, unjust or wrong, it was just an unpleasant matter to deal with, a matter of inelegance.