Mandy and Dixon

BIG FUCKING DISCLAIMER: Some people thought my tone was a bit dickish in this disclaimer, so please bear in mind that that’s not my intention.
First: this story is COMPLETELY FUCKING HORRIBLE (although, I hope, not horribly written). The cruel and disgusting acts of Mandy’s two previous adventures seem like BEDTIME CUDDLES compared to this story. Even if you REALLY ENJOYED the previous entries, this one might still be a bit too much. SPECIFICALLY: there is a SHITLOAD of … erm … well, SHIT in this story. This story, despite having many other themes and tags, is primarily a SCAT story. If you browsed in here for another tag, please bear in mind that all of those elements will be hard to enjoy if you’re turned off by the scat parts.
Second, this is a work of FICTION, and I in no way condone ACTUALLY DOING any of these things! The people who made Die Hard aren’t bank robbers in real life, it’s JUST A STORY.

So, if you’re a connoisseur of utterly disgusting, depraved, mind-blowing filth, come with me and enjoy:

Mandy and Dixon

Mandy swallowed the last of her bowl of dog food, choking slightly. Dixon, her German Shepherd, sat quietly licking himself in the corner of the unfinished, dimly-lit basement. Mandy’s tiny cunt still oozed with her dog’s cum from her pre-breakfast fucking, and she reached around to scoop some of the watery semen onto her hand before licking it clean and repeating the process. It had been at least a week, but she still held out hope that her daddy might come downstairs to fuck her, and she wanted her cunt to stay clean.

She hadn’t seen her daddy since that last, brutal fucking, the day after her encounter in the woods. After dragging her home, he had cleaned her off in a scalding hot shower and tossed her into the dark basement for what seemed like forever. The next day, he had come downstairs with his belt in one hand, a bottle of tabasco sauce in the other, and a bucket.

Her daddy had pissed and shit into the bucket, then told her to do the same. He left her alone again for a few hours, coming back smelling of beer and medicine, and emptying a full bladder and a strained bowel into the bucket. He came down twice more, each time spraying even more piss into the rapidly-filling bucket, and shitting what little he had left in him.

When it was full, he had forced her onto all fours, and shoved her head into the putrid miasma. She threw up immediately, uncontrollably, but knew that she had to be a good girl if she wanted her daddy to love her again. So she took a big gulp of the thick, stinking sewage, prepared to raise her head and show her daddy that she could swallow it.

But when she tried, she felt his hand on the back of her head, holding her under. She did swallow, but reflexively, in a panic, as she tried to pull her head up. Without warning or lubrication, she felt his cock slam into her ass. She was barely four feet tall, and his cock felt like it was about to come out of her mouth with each thrust.

She tried to stay calm as he pounded in and out of her, but she couldn’t breathe, and she could feel her asshole tearing with each merciless thrust. Suddenly, she felt the belt crack against her ass cheek, then her back. She felt something enter her cunt and realized, in horror, that it was the open bottle of hot sauce – a plastic bottle, which he squeezed into her cunt.

She opened her mouth to scream into the bucket full of shit in which she was drowning, and accidentally inhaled a lungful of the mixture. She coughed violently, vomiting more in the process, but her daddy kept slamming his cock into her ravaged asshole, kept cracking his belt with all his might across her sides and ass. She felt herself losing consciousness, but her daddy gripped her hair and pulled her face just above the surface of the foul muck, holding her there. She coughed for almost a full minute, and as she caught her breath, she felt her daddy’s hand reach up, over the back of her head to her face. As he continued to relentlessly pound his cock into her ass, which she could feel had become at least somewhat lubricated with her own blood and shit, his fingers reached her eyelids, and pulled them open – before he forced her head back under the thick soup of shit, piss, and vomit.

She could no longer separate the pain into its individual sources – the bleeding welts from the belt and the torn sphincter muscles and intestinal wall and the raging, out-of-control flaming pain in her cunt and eyes mingled into the tightness she felt as she lost control of her lungs and began breathing the shit-mixture in and out. Her entire body was pain, and she could feel herself succumbing to a numbness and darkness which seemed about to swallow her whole.

She had awoken, in more pain than she had ever imagined possible, to find that she had been washed clean, the bucket apparently poured down the drain in the center of the basement floor. Dixon, her dog, a solid hundred pounds of fur and muscle, had been put into the basement with her, with a note pinned to his collar. It read, simply: “Keep the floor clean – Daddy”.

That had been a week ago, she thought, although she wasn’t sure. The only light was a 100-watt bare bulb shining day and night in the dirty basement, and she had only slept when she couldn’t physically stay awake anymore. Sometimes she thought about her friend Jenna, and the rest of her sixth-grade classmates, and wondered if they missed her as much as she missed them. But she missed her daddy the most, and thought about him more than anyone.

An hour after she had woken up, Dixon had mounted her for the first time, unexpectedly. She knew that her dog was a boy dog, of course, but she had never thought about the fact that this meant he would fuck other dogs, much less herself. She struggled to get away, but the dog outweighed her already, and after her rape in the woods and her father’s utter, excruciatingly thorough destruction of her body, she simply couldn’t resist the animal.

Her cunt still burned somewhat from the tabasco, and her asshole ached with a deep, unyielding pain; both of these dull torments spiked into pillars of agony each time the dog thrust its massive, slippery cock into her tiny pussy. His paws scratched and scrabbled against her, each tiny contact igniting a wildfire of pain across the dozens of gashes left by her father’s belt.

Her daddy’s relentless obliteration of her asshole had been more physically painful, but nothing in her life had ever made her feel more worthless and alone.