S12E18: Siobhan Pugh (21), from Ipswich

We start this week’s show with an unimpressive opening shot of a gravel carpark, looking out over flat, well-cut grass. A few trees are spread around but it’s mostly open. We can see what appears to be a squad of footballers training – we can vaguely make out the sound of them shouting at each other in the distance too.

We pan around seeing more open land, telephone poles, and more land – then a group of ladies in the distance playing field hockey. We keep panning until we see a large green, corrugated iron building right next to the car park, a number of women walking from parked cars toward the building.

Pan just a little bit further and we see a short, fat, hairy man ... Despite the fact that he’s wearing a West Ham shirt, and he’s a regular at the Olympic Stadium, he looks completely out of place at a sporting venue ... It’s our regular male host, Dennis Baxter.

Dennis introduces the show in his gravelly East End of London, accent... “Hello, and welcome to ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’ ... I’m Dennis Baxter, and this week we’re at East Suffolk Hockey Club in Ipswich ... And we’re here to meet a young lady with a lot of energy and a serious desire to join our little nation...”

We cut to a closer view of the hockey game that’s currently in progress. Two teams in serious competition, chasing hard, on a blue all-weather pitch. Family and friends on the sideline watching and cheering them all on.

We cut again, to after the game, on the sideline – most of the girls heading over to talk to family, whilst we move toward a young couple. She’s a solid, sporty, stocky looking girl – not big, just strong. She’s not wearing make-up and she’s having just played a hard game, her short hair is very sweaty and dark. She has a couple of tribal style tattoos poking out of the short sleeves of her hockey shirt.

Her partner is much taller, carrying a little extra weight, and slightly menacing. He seems to stand over her, rather than next to her.

We cut to a close-up of her – portrait framing, head and shoulders. We can see the partner close to her side, his shoulder and chest filling the side of the frame. She introduces herself in a somewhat timid, East Anglian accent, “Hello ... My name’s Siobhan Pugh ... I’m 21 ... I’m a student ... And WE, want ME, to have some sex with an animal!”

“A dirty animal.” Prompts the boyfriend from behind her, and she corrects her statement.

“We want me to have sex with a dirty animal.”

Cut to Dennis, listening, nodding, then asking... “So, what brought you to this way of thinking...? Why exactly do you want to have sex with a ‘dirty’ animal?”

And we’re back on Siobhan, picking her words carefully, boyfriend on her shoulder apparently waiting for her to make a mistake. “Ummmm ... Well ... It’s not actually about animals for me ... It’s about following orders ... I don’t have a partner, I have a master ... And I do whatever he tells me to do ... And he told me to do this, to prove myself. Again...”

“Ahhhh...” Reacts Dennis, looking from his guest, up toward the boyfriend, and then back to the guest. “And what have you done to prove yourself previously?”

Siobhan half checks over her shoulder to make sure she can answer. “Ummmm ... Well, obviously I’ve let him do everything he ever wanted to do to me ... I never say no.” She pauses. “And ... Ummmm ... I’ve had sex with his friends and then told him all about it ... And...” She looks up, making sure it’s okay to keep going, or possibly checking to see if he wants her to say more. He obviously does because she says more, “Ummmm ... I’ve drank his pee ... Eaten his poo ... There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.”

Dennis nods, slightly repulsed by the scat comment as he asks his next question. “And after all that he still needs you to prove yourself...?”

“Well ... Ummmmm...” Begins our guest. “I try to do whatever he asked, but I failed my last test ... So I have to do this instead.”

“And what was the last test?” Asks Dennis.

“Ummmm ... He wanted me to start an all-girl orgy in the showers after a game ... But I’ve known these girls for years, and they’re not into that ... I tried ... I made out with one of the girls ... But no one else joined in, they just sort of watched then left us to it.”

We hear the boyfriend’s voice from behind her. “Not good enough!”

“And he said, that wasn’t good enough ... So I had to do something more public ... And really disgusting ... So that’s why I applied to be on the show.”

Dennis looks up at the boyfriend again. Unlike Siobhan, he isn’t intimidated by this big fucker at all – he’s told us stories before about setting Casanova on angry boyfriends who objected to their girlfriends visiting for dogsex sessions ... Nobody fucks with Dennis!

“But you are here by choice?” Checks our host.

Siobhan pauses for a second, considering what ‘choice’ actually means to her. “Ummmm ... Yeah ... I mean ... I could say no ... I could find another man ... But ... I like it. I like him challenging me. I need that. So yeah ... I’m here because I want to do it.”

Dennis sighs, half shrugging his shoulders, then looking up at the boyfriend, and back at her guest, and noting that, “You could do better ... Speaking of which...”

And we cut to our special location ... We’ve been here before – it’s the familiar sight on a large concrete and steel shed to the side of a muddy farmyard. There are pigs in that shed – and we’re here to introduce Siobhan to one of them.

She’s standing infront of the shed, already stripped completely naked except for a dog-collar and chain. Her hands behind her back. Strong body, small tits, pale skin and a mesh of tattoos over her belly, across her chest, on her arms and legs. We’re close enough to note that one of them simply reads, “CUNT”, another has a series of names (actually her previous lovers), each crossed out, then a ‘stamp’ marking her as “PROPERTY OF MASTER D.”

Her partner (who we presume is ‘Master D’ is crouching down, attaching a length of chain to her ankles.

As he works on this, we watch Dennis talking to our guest. “Just to be clear – no matter what he tells you to do, you do what you want to do, and nothing more ... Okay?” And when Siobhan nods, Dennis continues, “And if you want to stop, just call out ‘Apples’, okay, ‘Apples’ is your safe word today.” Another nod.

“No safewords, cunt. You know that.” Says Master D as he rises to his full height, towering over both ladies. He turns to Dennis, his demeanour completely changed – actually quite pleasant. “Can we start now, please? I really want to see her do this...” There isn’t a hint of sarcasm in his voice, he’s asking genuinely.

Dennis steps back and waves an arm toward the shed behind them... “Be my guest...”

And with that Master D leads his slave off to the shed, pulling her along by the chain, her trying to keep up despite her stride-length being very short as a result of the chain between her ankles.

D pauses, grabbing the heavy door of the shed, and heaving it open one handed with ease, then walks through, tugging Siobhan behind him. She totters along with him, into the darkness and out of sight...

We cut to the dark inside – and watch as he leads her toward the sty. She doesn’t resist, but he still yanks on the leash, making her stumble a little as she tries to keep up with her short, shuffling stride.

They come up to the edge of the stall and Master D pauses to look over the edge at the beast within. Siobhan stops short, breathing hard – from both the exertion of trying to keep up with her partner, and the nerves/fear of being about to have sex with a pig.

“Aye, that’ll do nicely...” Master D says as he turns from the stall to the girl. “Would you like to see the pig, cunt?” He asks her with a wicked edge to his voice. “The big pig that’s going to fuck you?”

Siobhan nods, and asks, almost too quiet and nervous for us to hear, “Can I see it please, master?”

Master D smiles and steps aside – letting her move to the edge of the stall and look down at our pig, Winston, who is snuffling around on the floor as usual, rooting through a pile of dirty straw. He’s just as big as we remember ... Lumbering around on short, ugly legs, his hard trotters clicking and sliding in the mud on the concrete floor.

Something flickers on Siobhan’s face – possibly a smile, possibly from fear ... Something that indicate how nervous and scared she is. Then she gathers herself and acts as D wants her to act. “Ummmmm ... He looks very ... Big...” She says, looking toward her master to make sure he approves of her comment.

He does.

“And you’re going to get down under him...” He confirms. “ ... And let him fuck you like the dirty animal you are!”

“Yes, master.” She nods, and once again, we get the sense that she is completely resigned to the idea rather than looking forward to it.

Master D leans into her, whispering in her ear – with her reacting to his words as if they alone are giving her pleasure. “Big, fat, pig ... On your back... ‘Orrible piggy cock, right inside your pussy ... Filling you up with sticky piggy jizz...”

Siobhan writhes back against him, rubbing her arse into his crotch at the mention of being filled up with the sticky piggy jizz!

“Beg for it?” He says, looking past his woman and into the pig pen.

Siobhan continues to push her arse back against him and moans, “Please can I fuck the pig, sir...”

“Again...” He says.

“Please, sir...” She moans, clearly desperate to please her partner. “Can I please fuck the pig, sir?”

We cut to a shot from inside the pen as Master D unlatches the gate and ushers his girlfriend/slave through. She shuffles across the filthy floor – those little six-inch steps barely enough to let her raise her feet over the shitty mess ... And as she does, Winston turns to face her, looking up and grunting a welcome, then sniffing the air with his wet piggy snout.

He trots over her her, recognising the scent of a ready cunt ... He’s almost sprightly despite his huge bulk. Trotting over and coming to a halt infront of her, sticking his snout up between her thighs, snorting right infront of her pussy. She jumps as if she’s waiting for him to bite her ... But he doesn’t ... Winston likes to fuck women, not bite them...

As tough and willing as she is acting – she’s clearly scared out of her mind as she stands there and lets him sniff at her. She tries to control her breathing, little tits rising and falling, her whole body shaking from nerves.

“Are you scared, cunt?” Calls Master D from outside the pen.

Siobhan looks up and away from the fat beast, over to her master, and nods. “Yes, sir...”

“And that turns you on, doesn’t it, cunt?” He calls. Doing a good job of presenting this episode for us. Allowing Dennis to stand back and ‘enjoy’ the view. Watching with a slightly bemused smile as the tight, pale naked chick is sniffed by fat ugly pig.

She looks down at the pig as he sniffs her crotch again and shuffles forward, she shuffles back with her little steps ... She looks back to her master and nods again, possibly to meet his expectations rather than to indicate her actual desire.

“You dirty, dirty cunt...” Spits Master D. “I brought you here for punishment, not a fucking treat!”

Winston tries to walk around behind his new lady, but she turns – shuffling around on the spot, trying to keep the ugly beast infront of her. Breathing heavy – anticipation, fear ... Arousal? Surely not ... Half whispering, “Yes sir!” to her master.

Dennis stands to the side of the pen, leaning on the gate making sure he has a good view but keeping himself out of the way, a look of mild disgust on his face – offering a little advice. Not at the idea of the woman fucking the pig, but at the behaviour of her partner. “Now get down on your hands and knees, and stick your sexy li’l ass out ... He’ll come to you...”

Siobhan looks around to master for his permission/order. We hear him, from off camera, telling her – “You heard him ... On your knees, cunt!”

We cut to a wider angle, watching as the sex slave moves to the middle of the pen and drops down to her knees. There’s nothing careful about the way she drops – it’s almost deliberately hard, her knees hitting the hard concrete with a thud, the mud and straw doing very little to soften the blow. She lets out a little whimper, but takes the sudden pain easily. She’s suffered a lot worse in the past.

Almost as soon as she’s on the floor, Winston begins to move toward her rear end. He’s not fast, but he’s direct – and she’s not moving, presenting an easy target for him as he wobbles up behind her and pushes up against her arse. She winces as she realises that this is actually happening – and that she’s not in the pig cage, she’s going to have to take his weight all by herself...

He pushes forward against her, rearing up and scraping his front trotters over the base of her back and down her thighs, scratching her ... Making her yelp again ... Struggling for position, his front trotters actually on her back rather than to the sides as he pulls himself forward onto her...

She flinches, angling her back forward involuntarily, then regaining position, pushing her backside toward him again, and letting him take control ... Tensing up, holding as still as she can ... Taking the weight of the heavy beast on her back, his hard trotters pushing and the flesh on her back forward toward her shoulders, only stopping when the trotters themselves wedge behind her shoulder blades, which makes her yelp again, “Aaahhhh!”