She crawled around after him for hours before the moment finally came, and she knew instantly that she could never have prepared herself. The odor alone triggered her gag reflex, and she had to force down a primal urge to turn away as the dog crouched on its hind legs and began to extrude a stinking, light-brown log.
But Mandy loved her daddy, and she would do anything to see him again, to feel his hand on her skin and his kiss on her cheek. So she lay on her back under the distracted animal, and opened her mouth.
The taste was unimaginable. She vomited instantly, half-digested dog food spraying around the turd onto her face and into her eyes. Panicked, she realized that the dog was pissing, as well – but in a moment of inspiration, she pulled her long, thick hair out from under her and used it to soak up the piss, wiping some of the vomit from the floor in the process. She turned her attention back to the feces – the dog had pushed out two further logs onto her face, and she held them in place with her hands as she began to chew the first piece of dog shit in her mouth.
Each time her teeth opened it further, she vomited at least a little. She swallowed a large piece early on, but spent several minutes retching and throwing it back up. Terrified that she would drop the other two pieces, she came up with a way to hold onto them without dirtying the floor – she lifted her hips and stuffed the logs into her cunt, ignoring the stinging pain and mashing the shit into herself, until her pussy was overflowing with dog shit. Keeping her hips up to prevent spilling, she could feel the shit seeping deeper and deeper inside of her. She took her time chewing the shit and vomit in her mouth, using her tongue and saliva to slowly liquefy her meal, swallowing a little bit at a time, and re-swallowing it several times after vomiting it back up. She wiped her eyes clear of her own puke and licked her fingers, then wrung out her piss-soaked hair into her mouth in an attempt to wash away at least some of the overwhelming taste of dog shit.
As she began using her fingers to scoop the remaining shit out of her cunt, her heart nearly stopped – Dixon was sniffing her face, then her neck and tiny, budding tits, and moving down her body until his pulsing red erection dangled in her face. He sniffed her shit-stuffed cunt and seemed about to walk away, but she felt the sting of a drop of his pre-cum falling into her eye and knew she couldn’t risk him dripping onto the floor while she cleaned out his remaining shit. Reaching up to hold him in place, one eye closed and leaking salty seminal fluid, she took her dog’s cock into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could, using her tongue in all the ways her daddy had always liked best. Dixon struggled a few times, but she had been sucking cock since before she had eaten solid food, and eventually the dog gave in, beginning to hump her mouth as though it were a pussy.
Mandy had never been good at deep-throating, and the first thrust brought up a spray of vomited dog shit that she coughed over her face, spraying into her other eye and forcing them both shut. She tried to pull away to breathe, but Dixon wasn’t interested – he rammed his cock into her throat again and again until she had emptied her stomach all over her own face and tits. Eventually she managed to move her head away and match his thrusts so that his thrusts were in her mouth, not her throat, and soon she got her first taste of her dog’s cum.
After consuming and re-consuming Dixon’s shit for half an hour, she hadn’t imagined his cum could make her gag, but it did, but only because of its unexpected taste. Once she had gulped it down, she would have preferred to drink a gallon of it than to eat even another mouthful of the shit filling her pussy and coating her body. Dixon, contented, wandered off, and she resolved to suck his cock as often as she could, to avoid taking his knot in her pussy again – drinking dog cum was unpleasant, but she could only endure so much more pain. Diligently, she used her hair to wipe up the vomited shit from the floor, licking up what was left. Her pussy itched from the mountain of shit inside it, and she pushed two fingers in again, scooping out a hunk of the stinking brown shit mixed with her own juices. She sucked it off her fingers and scooped again, and again, managing three mouthfuls before vomiting again. She kept her mouth closed, however, and her cheeks filled with the soft, pulpy mixture. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she swallowed again, before returning to the task of cleaning her cunt.
Her daddy had brought a bowl of water later, and more food after that. Dixon had managed to take her by surprise and fuck her once or twice, but mostly she kept his balls drained with her tiny mouth. She had the idea to place her spread pussy below Dixon as he pissed, rinsing out her cunt. She then lifted her hips and pushed, the dog piss mixing with the leftover shit from inside her and dribbling down her stomach and into her mouth. Realizing that she too needed to pee, she emptied her own bladder as well, thirstily gulping her own piss, its familiar salty tang a welcome relief from the unending horror of constantly consuming Dixon’s bitter, inhuman fluids. Dixon pissed and shit regularly, and she became accustomed to filling her cunt with the excess feces until she could choke it all down. Sometimes his shit was too wet to catch with her hands – she’d drink what she could directly from Dixon’s asshole, but some would inevitably fall onto the floor, and she would always throw up her initial mouthfuls shortly after swallowing them. If anything remained on the floor for more than one minute, her father would be downstairs in a flash, kicking her in the gut or the cunt and rubbing her face in the mess.
The stress had kept her from shitting for the first few days, but eventually, after her daddy had mixed plain oats into a few of her bowls of dog food, she felt herself beginning to shit. Her asshole was still recovering from the damage her father had done, so she had difficulty controlling herself, and the pain was a vibrant reflection of his devastating assault on her ass. She clasped her hands below herself and let the shit pile up, days and days of dog food and dog shit coiling into a pile in her little girl hands. It had taken her hours and hours to eat that pile, nearly as large as her own head, and when she had finished, she had thrown the entire thing back up and started over, frantically slurping the mess from the floor where she had hurled.
Despite her swift re-consumption, she knew she had failed her daddy, and wasn’t surprised when he came down the stairs again, bucket once again in hand. It seemed that he had filled it beforehand this time, and from the smell and congealed texture, it had been several days beforehand. He held her head in the nearly solid mass of his shit and piss, and guided Dixon’s cock into her ass, which tore open again as the dog’s cock pounded her bowels, almost as hard as her daddy before. When Dixon finished, he lifted her up and sat her on the bucket, letting the dog’s copious torrent of cum to pour out into the mix, along with some of her own shit and blood from her damaged asshole. He slapped her suddenly across the face, hard enough to knock her onto the floor, and then walked away, pausing only to point to the bucket before returning upstairs.
No food or water came later, and eventually she realized that no more would come until she had consumed the entire contents of the bucket. Mandy was grateful – not only was her daddy’s piss and shit a welcome break from Dixon’s, the bucket gave her somewhere to keep Dixon’s shit instead of her own cunt. But more than either of these things, the bucket was a way for her to show her daddy she loved him – even though he wouldn’t give her his cum or fuck her, she could at least have a little bit of his love with each mouthful of his excrement. When her stomach was too full to eat anymore, she would play with it in her hands, smiling – because she had had an epiphany.
She had realized why her daddy made her eat his shit, why he forced her head under the sewage in the bucket – it was because she was just like the sewage in the bucket – that she was a piece of her father’s waste. She enjoyed every moment that she could still smell and taste her daddy’s distinctive taste in the filth, and wished she could simply curl up into the bucket to be with the rest of his waste.
Eventually, she could swirl a mouthful of the brown slurry in her mouth and not taste anything from her daddy – her own shit and Dixon’s had been mixed in, and she had vomited countless times into the putrid stew. She had cried for a while, but ate much faster thereafter – even re-depositing her own shit into it, she finished in less than three days, her belly bursting, her body growing weaker and sicker as days went by without sustenance beyond her own recycled excrement.
At one point, when the bucket was half empty and Mandy had to stick her head all the way in to reach the muck, Dixon had caught the scent of her cunt and started fucking her. And while it was painful, for just a moment she could imagine it was her daddy, and she shoved her face into the gooey, black-brown mixture, swallowing as much as she could and smearing it into her eyes and nostrils, oblivious to the pain as she reveled in the fantasy that her daddy would once again put her head into his filth where she belonged. Her first orgasm rocked her body at the thought, a lance of pleasure that overpowered her beaten and broken body, leaving her shuddering with her head below the surface, feeling the shit, piss, cum, and vomit slide down her throat into her stomach, into her father’s toilet.
She took to letting Dixon enter her pussy every time she drank from the bucket, and after the bucket was finished and her father started bringing food again, she would present herself to him every time her hands were full of shit, whether it was Dixon’s or her own, and she would push her face into it while he fucked her, eating until the shit was gone, then putting her fingers down her throat so that she could eat it again, cumming each time.
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