Hi Grendal
I think you may like a more detailed description of the elegant lady being thrown to the pigs.
The wealthy Cristina had arrived, dressed in an exquisitely tailored red suit and elegant black hat, immaculately angled on top of her neatly coiffured hair to enhance her appearance. As always Cristina was the epitome of elegance and sophistication and intent on evicting the farmers from her newly acquired estate. Even the authorities were not enthusiastic about carrying out the aristocratic lady’s orders. However, when they arrived at the homestead one of the daughters, Mirna was more than prepared to stand up to the arrogant Cristina.
“How dare you come here in your expensive clothes and tell us to leave our homes.” Mirna shouted. But Cristina was unmoved by the young girl.
“Get off my land or I’ll have you thrown off.” Cristina sneered as she preened herself disdainfully by running her hands over her designer suit, obviously enjoying the envy she provoked amongst the poverty stricken farmers. That was enough for Mirna as she ran at Cristina, knocking her off her feet and dumping the glamorous Cristina on her shapely arse in the dirt. Mirna was soon on top of Cristina and began to slap and kick the shocked socialite, who was completely unaccustomed to brawling in the dirt. Mirna grabbed Cristina by the lapels of her jacket and dragged her to her feet. Cristina was stunned as she tried to brush the dirt from her dazzling red suit.
“What do you think you are doing?” Cristina screamed “I’ll see you pay for this.” Cristina looked disdainfully at the furious Mirna, but Mirna still held her by the lapels of her jacket.
“Well look at the elegant bitch’s smart suit now.” Mirna smirked as she fingered the expensive material of Cristina’s soiled suit. Cristina pushed Mirna’s hands away but Mirna was quick to grasp Cristina’s jacket and began to drag the elegant landowner away.
“Now let’s show her ladyship how some of the pigs feel about her plan.” Mirna sneered as she hauled the glamorous Cristina to the pig sty. Standing in front of the open gate, Cristina looked in horror at the foul stinking morass of pig muck covering the floor of the sty, but Mirna was set on teaching her elegant victim a lesson.
“Well, your ladyship, how would you like to be thrown in to the pigs, in that smart designer suit of yours!” Cristina tried to appeal to the avenging Mirna.
“How dare you treat me like this? Don’t you dare throw me in that mess.” Shrieked the sophisticated Cristina. However, Mirna was intent on revenge as she hurled Cristina on to the floor of the pig sty and the wealthy landowner landed with a splat that sent the pigs scurrying away as she fell on her knees in the pool of pig muck.
“Oh look at my beautiful suit.” Screamed Cristina as she looked at her mud splattered outfit. “It’s ruined.” Mirna was still not content as she straddled Cristina and pulled her arms out so that she fell flat in the muck. Mirna then grabbed Cristina by her elegantly coiffured hair and pulled her head up.
“Let’s see how the rich bitch likes wallowing in the pig muck in her expensive suit.” Laughed Mirna. “Perhaps her ladyship would like to eat some of the shit!” With that Mirna planted one hand on Cristina’s immaculately angled hat and with the other she grasped the collar of Cristina’s jacket and forced Cristina’s face in to the foul mess. Cristina’s striking features previously enhanced by her carefully applied make-up and bright red lipstick, but suddenly those features were covered with a coating of stinking pig muck.
“That’s for coming here dressed in your smart designer suit and behaving so arrogantly” Sneered Mirna as she then pushed Cristina’s face again in to the muck. “That’s for thinking we would leave our homes just to keep you in luxury and riches.” Cristina’s face and the front of her once elegant suit were plastered with the foul mess, as for a third time she was pushed face first in to the slurry. “That’s for showing these people that underneath those smart suits of yours, you’re nothing but a cheap slut, who likes to grovel in the shit.” Each time Cristina was slammed in to the muck, there was a satisfying splashing sound as her face hit the messy slop and followed by cheers of “Ole” from the onlookers in celebration of the humiliation she was being subjected to.
Mirna again sneered as she pulled Cristina’s head up, as the once glamorous woman gasped for air with the muck dripping from her face. Cristina was now helpless as, for a fourth time, her head was thrust in to the mess. “Last but not least, that’s from the pigs to welcome you to your new home!” As Mirna released her grip, Cristina slowly raised herself out of the filth and on to her knees as the mess oozed and dripped from her face and jacket. Cristina’s hat also covered in the filth, now wobbled crazily on top of her dank and muck covered hair.
As Mirna picked her way out of the foul mess, not surprisingly the farmers looked on in delight to see the glamorous Cristina reduced to grovelling in the pig sty with her immaculate designer suit covered in stinking muck. Even her own group made mock gestures of sympathy as they also were enjoying the sight of their own haughty boss being subjected to such degradation. One of the group helped the bedraggled Cristina to her feet and they could all see the damage to her expensive outfit.
“Oh Cristina, look at your beautiful suit.” Commented one of the women. “It’s covered in that smelly pig muck.” Sarcasm dripped from her words just like the mess that dripped from Cristina’s suit. Comically, Cristina tried to remain poised and dignified in spite of her bedraggled appearance. Even more amusement followed as Cristina was handed one of her designer stilettos which fell off as she was thrown into the pig sty. The expensive shoe was overflowing with slurry and as the woman gave it to Cristina she “accidently” emptied the mess over Cristina’s jacket.
Cristina stumbled out of the pig sty, dazed and humiliated from her ordeal. Everyone recoiled from the stench as the once fragrant socialite stood in front of them with her suit and head covered in stinking pig shit.
“Well look at the rich bitch now.” Smirked Mirna. “Her pretty suit’s been messed up by the pigs.” Cristina was in total despair, as she looked in complete horror at her red suit, which was covered in stinking manure.
“Please don’t treat me like this! I’m not a piece of garbage that you can just throw to the pigs.” Still Cristina clung to her last vestige of pride, still unable to believe the seriousness of her plight. “Look at my suit it’s ruined where I’ve been thrown in that horrible filth.” The other woman then joined in, as she grabbed Cristina by the ankles and began to drag the rich socialite across the yard.
“The poor bitch’s expensive suit is covered in dirt, I think we should give her a good cleaning.” With that Mirna grabbed Cristina’s arms and they swung her back and forth before tossing her into the duck pond. Cristina struggled to her feet, coughing and spluttering as she waded out of the murky water, her clothes completely soaked through, with her once elegantly coiffured hair hanging dank and bedraggled. Laughing at the sight of the ragged and sodden Cristina, one of the women grabbed her by her sodden hair and took great delight in handing out a beating to the defenceless Cristina, until she fall sobbing on the floor. Pulling herself to her knees, Cristina looked up at Mirna and the other farmers realising she was totally at the mercy of the poverty stricken women, and she had no choice but to obey their every command.
“Alright, I don’t care, anymore. I’ll do anything you want but please, I beg you, don’t beat me up again. I don’t care, I’ll do anything you want, so long as you don’t hurt me.” Cristina pleaded in submission.
“That’s better. The arrogant bitch is learning some manners now. She is gonna be our own little servant, and she’ll have to lick our boots, or we’ll give her another beating.” Mirna sneered.
Whereupon Cristina was grasped by the hair, and her head yanked to the floor, as she obediently licked the dirt from Mirna’s boots, much to the amusement of the other women. By now night began to fall, and Cristina was hauled away to a tiny shed, which was damp and filthy, where the glamorous socialite was supposed to sleep. Amid her new found squalor, Cristina sobbed at her degradation, her once exquisite red suit now reduce to dirty smelly rags, her face bruised and bloody from the beatings she had endured. Eventually Cristina, now exhausted from her treatment, fell to sleep. The sun was barely up, before the door of the shed opened and Cristina found herself being hauled into the yard, and sent sprawling in the dirt. Mirna again was intent on revenge against the once glamorous landowner as she lashed out with her feet, kicking Cristina about the stomach and back.
“Come on get up you lazy bitch” she shouted. “You’ve got some work to do.” As Cristina was grabbed by the torn lapels of her jacket and dragged into the barn. Further humiliation was heaped on the once sophisticated Cristina as she was hitched up to a plough, usually pulled by a donkey, and to complete the insult a carrot was dangled in front of her and she was forced to drag the plough into the field. One of the women followed behind as Cristina stumbled through the mud, dragging the plough behind her. Soon Cristina became exhausted from the weight of the heavy plough, and dropped to her knees in the mud, only for the woman to pull out a whip and begin to lash Cristina across the back. The whip slashed through Cristina’s jacket, making it even more ragged, as the woman screamed out.
“Get up off your knees, you dirty little slut. You’ve never done a day’s work in your life, so now we’re gonna make you work like a dog, to make up.” As the woman again cracked the whip across Cristina’s back, forcing her to her feet to stagger on through the mud. Only a little way on Cristina fell face down in the mud completely exhausted, gasping for air, but the woman was enraged and grabbed Cristina by the hair, yanking her head back.
“Why you good for nothing lazy tramp.” Snarled the woman “I’m gonna have to teach you arrogant bitch to respect your masters.” With that the woman kicked Cristina repeatedly as she lay in the mud, forcing the once glamorous socialite to double up in pain, as the kicks thudded into her body, until the woman became tired of using Cristina as a football. The woman watched in amusement as Cristina squirmed in agony in the dirt, before she slowly pulled herself to her knees.
“Please no more. What more do you want from me. I’m sorry, I can’t go on I’m exhausted. I know I’ve never done a day’s work before, but why do you treat me like a piece of trash.” sobbed the ragged Cristina. “Look at me, my beautiful suit is nothing but filthy tatters. You’ve taken my jewels, my money, my car, you’ve reduced me to a penniless tramp.” However Mirna and the other women were in no mood for compassion, as Cristina was hauled back to the farm, where she was immediately given a bucket of water and a scrubbing brush and made to scrub the floors on her hands and knees.
“Come on your ladyship, get scrubbing.” Roared the other woman “I bet the stuck up little trollop has never had to scrub floors before.” Cristina was little more than a slave to the women, forced to carry out the most degrading and filthy drudgery. As Cristina scrubbed the floors, one of the women complained that the floor was too wet.
“But I’ve got no rags to dry the floor with.” Cristina offered apologetically, fearful of another beating for the apparent dissatisfaction with her efforts.
“No rags, eh?” sneered one of the women “What about that pretty suit of yours. You said it yourself, it’s nothing but rags, so use that to swab the floors.” As she finished the woman pulled Cristina’s tattered jacket from her back, and proceeded to pull down her torn skirt, leaving Cristina naked but for her rather shabby silk bra and pants. Cristina’s torn suit was then dropped into the bucket of dirty water.
“Please not my suit. I know it’s in rags but that’s all I have left.” Pleaded Cristina. The irony of Cristina being left with nothing but her filthy ragged suit again amused the women.
“There you are. Wring out your expensive suit and use that on the floor.” Smirked the woman “I bet you never thought you’d being washing the floor with it, when you paid all that money for it.” Any resistance by now had been beaten out of Cristina, as she found herself on her knees, dressed only in her tattered underwear, as she slavishly wrung her jacket and skirt out and wiped the floors with them. Cristina was forced to wash every floor in the house, scrubbing the wooden boards and then drying them off with her jacket and skirt.
“I wonder what her ladyship’s rich friends would say if they could see her now. On her knees, like a cheap little scrubber.” Joked the other woman. When she had finished Cristina slumped to the floor, her once immaculate red suit left slopped in the bucket of filthy water. One of the women pulled Cristina’s soaking jacket and skirt from the bucket and slapped them down in front of her.
“I suppose you had better put your suit back on.” Laughed Mirna. “Otherwise you might catch a cold.” They both howled with delight as Cristina lifted up her ragged jacket, as it dripped onto the floor. Once so immaculately tailored, the jacket now hung in ruins, completely misshapen and bedraggled.
“Please I can’t put his back on.” Cristina pleaded “Look at it, it’s just a piece of rag.” But the women were enjoying this humiliation far too much, and were in no mood to take pity on their hapless victim.
“Well what do you think an arrogant little slut like you should wear” sneered the woman “You don’t think you’re gonna be wearing any more expensive designer suits do you? Those days are over, you’re nothing but a penniless tramp now, and the only clothes you’ll be wearing will be that dirty ragged suit, so put it on.” Cristina reluctantly began to put on the sodden tattered jacket and skirt, the once expensive material and satin lapels now completely dulled and threadbare. Cristina had difficulty putting her arms through the jacket, because it was torn to shreds. Eventually Cristina pulled herself to her feet, and stood in front of the women in a pitiful state, once so haughty and elegant in her expensive suit, Cristina was unrecognisable, a broken, destitute woman with nothing but the worthless tatters on her back.
