A literotic sexstories: Mandy and Dixon by ThankHeaven ,
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. The dog pinned her in place and fucked her, on and on, jackhammering into her, as she tried not to cry. She thought about the boys in the woods, and how she had betrayed her daddy, and how she knew she didn’t even deserve to be fucked by an animal, much less her daddy. When she felt her pussy fill with the dog’s hot cum, she felt like she had been hollowed out and filled with salt, every tissue in her cunt screaming out in searing pain. As she pulled away, however, she was struck by another jolt of agony – the animal’s knot had lodged itself immovably inside her, and she finally gave in, crying uncontrollably as Dixon yanked her off her knees as he lay down, oblivious to her misery.
She woke up again to a familiar sensation, but an unfamiliar taste. Dixon, eager to mark his territory, was pissing on her face. Remembering her daddy’s note, she quickly opened her mouth and began swallowing, desperate to keep the floor from getting dirty. The taste was horrible beyond words – she had been drinking her daddy’s piss for as long as she could remember, and even at its worst it had never come close to the disgusting flavor of dog urine.
When Dixon was done, he padded into a corner and lay down, licking himself. Mandy sat up and examined the floor – while she had been passed out, Dixon’s cum had leaked out and dried in a surprisingly large puddle, and much of his piss had splashed onto and around her face. Resolved to obey her daddy, crawled to the cum-puddle and went to work to cleaning the mess with her tongue – but it was too late.
She didn’t know how her daddy was watching her, but the basement door slammed open and he stormed down the stairs. He swung his right leg back and kicked her in the belly, hard. Wracked with pain inside and out, her vision swam as he forced her face into the puddle and dragged it back and forth, coating her in sticky dog cum and scratching open the side of her cheek. He grabbed her by the throat, slapped her scraped and bleeding cheek as hard as he could and tossed her against the wall.
She had watched, sobbing, as he mopped up mess with a towel. Before he left, he simply pointed to the floor, and to the note which Dixon still wore on his collar.
After that, she had known she needed to be more careful. She crawled over to where Dixon was laying and put her mouth on his cock, just in case, until it occurred to her that since the dog had already pissed, she had a more pressing mess on its way. Still crying, but quieter, now, she moved her head around and clamped her mouth onto the dog’s anus, determined not to let a single piece of shit touch the floor.
She had doubted herself immediately – the dog’s first fart had made her vomit, and she’d desperately licked the floor clean of the bitter stomach acid. The first bowl of dog food was already at the bottom of the stairs, somehow – her daddy must have left it there on his way back up. Crawling on all fours beside Dixon, she had begun the twice-daily routine of desperately eating as much as she could before Dixon finished the entire bowl of wet, brown, foul-tasting meat. She shoved her face into the bowl alongside her dog’s, never once trying to use her hands – she knew that if her daddy had given her dog food, she didn’t deserve to eat it like a person.
When the food was gone, she dutifully followed Dixon from behind, staring at his asshole, trying to mentally prepare herself. She had eaten plenty of shit during her short life – and every time had been a struggle. If Dixon’s piss had been anything to go by, she knew she’d need to try her hardest if she wanted to do as her daddy had told her.
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