A small crowd had emerged by now.
The sound of the fence breaking, and the squealing of the pig had attracted over two dozen servants. They looked on in astonishment as the son of their employer fucked a pig across the field- half naked, and fully conscious.
Of course, they didn't laugh, especially when they saw the look of annoyance on the face of Lord Fitch.
His eyes bulged in shock, and his pale face turned bright red under the glare of the midday sun. Confusion, shock, and panic all fought to gain dominance over his facial expression. The shadows under his normally powerful eyes had lengthened even farther.
"Help him!!" he roared at the gathering groups; "Help him now this instant!!"
He heard himself and was disgusted by just how weak and helpless he sounded. He looked upon the unseemly sight of a dozen servants pouring into the field like rats, as they chased the half naked boy, his heart sank deeper into his chest.
