For a long while we traipsed through the fog in silence. The gargoyle that used to be a demon scuttling along in front, then Runt making sure
he didn't try to escape, then me, trying to get used to my new body. After what must've been an hour or two, we came upon the camp. Though
it looked like less of a camp, more of a fortress made out of fencing, corrugated tin and chain mail.
"You'll have to tie us up," Runt told me, indicating the set of manacles hanging from my belt. I did as he said, putting one around his wrist and
the other around the gargoyle's.
"I don'th know whath I'm doing." I complained.
"Just go in, get in with the other guards and try to find out where the nearest gate is."
"Buth they'll think I'm him." I pointed to the gargoyle.
"Yep," he nodded, "You gotta blag like you've never blagged before. Ready?"
I sighed and we headed towards the front gate. There were two other guards standing there, each as ugly and pig-like as I was.
"Halt," one of them said, "Whath thish?"
"Prithonersh," I grunted, trying to imitate them, "Found 'em wandering the dethert."
The guard sniffed at Runt and the gargoyle. "Mutht've eshcaped from another camp," he decided, "You know the drill."
I nodded. Though of course I didn't.
They opened the door and I stepped inside. The place stank of sweat and I could hear the sound of rowdy crowds. This did not seem like a nice
place at all.
Another pig-guard walked up to me with a clipboard.
"New in-matesh?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Bet you've got a good hunt shtory to tell, huh?" The guard chuckled a guttural laugh.
I nodded and laughed back.
He scribbled on the clip-board and presented it to me. "Thign."
Runt glanced at me. I took the board and the quill. I started to panic for a moment, as I had no idea what my name was supposed to be. But
then I figured that bureaucracy was the same in any plane of existence. I scribbled any old doodle and handed it back.
"I'll take ith from here." The guard said and took my manacles from me. Runt didn't look back at me as he was led away. I felt I was supposed
to do something, to stop us being separated, but I couldn't blow my cover now.
"Oh," the guard turned to me as he reached the door, "Heem wansh to thee you."
He led Runt and the gargoyle out through a heavy metal door and shut it behind you.
I felt lost. I was terrified whatever I did next would be suspicious and I'd be found out. But as I noticed a group of pig-men watching me, I
suddenly realised standing still was more suspect that anything else, and quickly moved with no idea where I was going.
Who was this Heem person and why did he want to see me? Being told the principal wants to see you is scary enough even when you know who
he is and where to find him.
I found myself in a sort of mess-hall, though want was on offer appeared by rancid slops peppered with fish heads and small rodents. It was
packed full of ravenous pig-men, so I decided to do what everyone else was doing and got in line. I was handed a large wooden bowl and
served my own brand of slops. Surprisingly it smelled quite good.
I sat down on my own and poked at my food. I was quick to notice that nobody else was even using their hands to eat. I took a moment to
prepare myself, took a deep breath, and did as the Romans did. Perhaps it was just my body talking, but it was very satisfying.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Slops dribbling from my snout, I looked up at who was behind me.
"Come."
It was another pig-man, but much bigger and stronger than any of the others. He was wearing a sharp uniform, with a sash and a kilt and a
sort of regal cape. His tusks were brightly polished. Was this Heem?
He turned away and walked out the mess hall. Everyone was staring at me, as if I was in huge trouble. I gulped and quietly followed.
He led me through the intricate, labyrinthine corridors, down stairs and deep underground. He never turned back to check if I was still
following, but assumed that I wouldn't dare disobey. Finally, after a tense while of walking, he opened a large door and led me inside.
There was a large desk and a number of attractive chairs, all lit by oil-light. I wasn't sure if this was his office or his private quarters. He turned
to me and gave me a stern expression.
"I don'th need to tell you again, do I?"
"No," I stuttered, before riskily adding, "Shir."
He didn't react.
"You know whath will happen if anyone knowsh?"
I nervously nodded.
"I thorry," he bowed his head.
I was so startled I nearly said "I forgive you,". But I kept quiet.
"I couldn't waith another shecond."
He unclipped his cape and let it drop to the floor. Then he lifted his sash over his head and dropped that too. At first, I thought he was just
dispensing with frivolity, but then he unbuckled his belt and let his kilt drop. I stared as his monster cock bobbed before me, intensely hard.
"Come on," He urged, "Why are you waithing?"
He grabbed my loin-cloth and ripped it off my body. I flinched, no idea what I was supposed to do. Then he knelt before me and took my cock
into his mouth.