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        AUTHOR'S NOTE: I rather feel like I should apologize for this one up
front.  I suppose it COULD be argued that there's a sort of love in the
following story, but *I* wouldn't make that argument, and anyone who would must
concede that it's such a sick, twisted, utterly fucked-up sense of "love" the
levels of which aren't really found elsewhere in my tales of perversion and
debauchery, and more to the point are of such levels as to be offensive to
dignity and, even, logic.

        I don't even know where the hell this story came from, but wherever it
came from, it demanded to be let out.  This--this irredeemable affront to ANY
and ALL sensibilities (even those held by perverts like myself) is the result.

        There isn't much "progression"; it's partly a stroke-fest but mostly
some incredibly sick and disgusting part of my psyche bursting out.

        Again, I apologize in advance, but with that said--enjoy!




                              NOT-SO-LOVING FAMILY
                                       by
                          Forbidden Fantasy Storyteller




        Decades ago, before the advent of personal computers, mobile telephones,
the concept of "living green", and such...

        The moment Meredith looked at her daughter as the doctor placed the
infant in her arms, she knew she was in love.  She named the child Joy, out of
the hope that that's what the child would bring into her life.

        When she got out of the hospital, she went shopping for special items
she'd need.  She never knew quite what compelled her--it was doubtless her own
upbringing--but she just knew what she had to do.  And she knew that even just
the thought of it was enough to make her pussy tingle.

        Money wasn't an issue.  Her parents were--not exactly rich, but
"comfortable", and when they died they left everything to her and her brother.
She lived in a small, wood cottage miles away from anyone, living off of the
inheritance.  Few people knew she was there, and no one in the only town nearly
thirty miles away knew she even had a child.

        She kept the child with her at all times, not even bothering to buy her
a crib.  The child didn't wear anything, not even diapers, and was never potty
trained.  Whenever she would piss or shit, Meredith would carefully scoop it
into a baby bottle and feed it to her, so she would become a good toilet slut.

        The tiny cunt was filled constantly, with whatever Meredith had at hand.
She would work a tiny sex toy, or a pencil, or a finger, into the baby's pussy
and asshole.  She would never know a moment when her holes weren't filled.  She
also suckled her mother's clit more than her nipples.

        To celebrate her being home a full month, Meredith strapped on a small
dildo--tiny it was, small even for anal use on adults--and slipped it into the
baby's pussy.  She cooed to it to soothe its screams as she worked her hips,
pinching her own nipples to make herself come.

        By the time she was four years old, the child was a well-trained toilet
slut.  Her mother used her to piss and shit into, making it a reward.  When Joy
read a sentence out of a book correctly for the first time, Meredith praised her
and told her she was such a good girl, she got to sit below mommy.

        This, of course, meant the child would sit on the floor as her mother
squatted over her, holding her ass open.  After a moment, she would shit into
the child's open mouth, and had the girl clean her asshole with her tongue.

        Never being potty trained, she was even discouraged from ANY restraint
on her bowels or bladder.  Whenever she would shit or piss on the floor, she was
trained to immediately lick it up.

        "You're my Joy," she would coo to her daughter as she furiously fucked
her with the strap-on.  "My Joy, my toy, my love, my life."  She would fuck the
girl in both pussy and asshole until she bled, and by the time she was five her
mother switched dildoes.  The new one had large, viciously hard ridges, so the
child started bleeding with each fucking once more.

        She learned to beg to be fucked harder, to egg her mother on.

        "Fuck me mommy!" she'd say through tears.  "I hafta to bleed for you,
mommy!"  Of course, her mother would oblige.

        When the fucking made her come, the woman would pull out and make the
child lick and suckle the dildo clean, then put in the plugs herself.  She was
taught as early as possible to shove the plugs up her own cunt and asshole, and
tie them very tight.  If she didn't, her mother wouldn't shit in her mouth, and
the child was trained to want that, to need it.

        The dildoes were specially designed, of course.  They would painfully
stretch the holes, but allow her to piss and shit through them as they had
channels designed into them for just that purpose.

        The mother would often masturbate as the child almost threw her ass on
the plug, screaming loudly but already well-trained.  She smiled as the blood
ran down those plugs, to drip onto the floor.

        When she was born, she and her brother were her parents' fuck-toys,
toilets.  Her parents delighted in splitting her asshole wide open, and by the
time she was six, she had taken every animal on the farm, even the donkey.

        They made their money by filming the abuse and selling the results to
the highest bidder--and she was soon well sought-after.  Her brother fared no
better, split on their father's cock or a dildo viciously wielded by their
mother.

        They mated her brother to her, and the result was Joy.  Unfortunately,
her brother was on the run from the law for other reasons, though promised he'd
be at the cottage when he could.  She hoped it would be soon, so she could feel
a real man's cock, taste a real man's piss and shit.

        That's what kiddie sluts needed.  They did it to her and she turned out
wonderfully, after all.

        And she learned well from her parents, loving the sound of her child's
screams, the sight of blood dripping from her slut-holes.  She already took
the three dogs, and had the very deep scars on her sides and hips to prove it.
The horse damn near killed her, but she hung on gamely.

        "How my cunt-slut doing?" she asked with a loving tone, opening the only
door to the one-room cottage.  The child was on all fours, the German Shepherd
thrusting hard into the bleeding pussy.

        "Good slut, you're fucking him very well.  If you can get his knot in
your slut-hole again, you may eat mommy's shit."

        That made the child shove her ass back against the dog's thrusts, and
with a scream that echoed seemingly for miles, she forced her tiny pussy around
the growing knot.  When the dog stopped rutted and slipped away to turn around,
ass-to-ass, the child's arms collapsed, and she ended up with her forehead on
the backs of her palms, her tears spilling freely into the dirt.

        Her mother enjoyed those screams, those tears.  They were an aphrodisiac
to her, and as she watched her daughter's shoulder shake, she couldn't help but
slip her hand between her thighs and start massaging her clit.

        She stood there in the doorway, fucking herself, until the dog's cock
slipped out and milky seed gushed out of the abused pussy.  That sight, combined
with the child's hips falling to the dirt, made the woman start fucking herself
harder.

        "Get in here, whore!" she called, and the child shakily picked herself
off of the ground.  Her mother went to her bed and laid back upon it, pulling
her knees up.  Knowing what to do, Joy spread her mother's ass cheeks and put
her mouth near the asshole, her tongue touching it to form a bridge.

        That sphincter started to twitch, then it opened, and the long turd slid
down the child's tongue, into her waiting mouth.  As usual, the child swallowed
each and every offering from her mother's asshole, remembering to thoroughly
lick and suck and deeply probe afterward.

        When she was done, her mother sat upright and pinched the child's
nipple, HARD.  "That's a good shit-slut," she cooed, making the child smile even
through the pain-inspired wince.  Every bit of pain given to her was a blessing,
she knew, an act of love and affirmation.

        "Because you're such a good shit-eater, you get to offer your asshole
to me."  That was a special treat, one of the best of treats.  The child hurried
to retrieve the spiked dildo and harness, and quickly fastened it to her mother.
The woman laid back on the bed once more, and the child climbed up, straddling
her.

        No time wasted, she let her full weight fall down, impaling her ass onto
the black rubber.  The child screamed bloody murder, her already-sore throat
cutting out halfway through.

        "Good shit-slut," cooed her mother.  "Scream, let the pain go.  Show me
you love me.  Scream for me."  And the girl did love her mother, as she was
taught to.

        Sobbing loudly, the girl bounced her hips on the vile rubber, blood
providing the lubricant.  When her mother came--screaming from the pleasure
louder than her daughter screamed from the pain--she had the child clean the
dildo with her mouth, then lock herself in her cage.

        The child's cage wasn't much bigger than she was, with old hay for
bedding, burlap sacks for blankets and pillows.  Yet the child didn't want for
anything else.  She didn't know to.

        Just before the child's next birthday, there was a knock at the door.
Her mother opened it--to see her brother.  He'd evaded the cops, he told her,
a few states away and--partly through luck--managed to make it to the cottage.
The woman shrieked with delight and pulled him in, having him sit on the bed.

        She introduced him to Joy, who she had come out and kneel before him.
"This is your daddy," she told her daughter.  "You'll give him your love just as
much as you give it to me."  The child nodded, smiling.  Her daddy!  She was
told of the man's existence, told to look forward to the day his cock would
split her open, and now that day was here!

        "She's such a good shit-slut..." whispered her mother, and her father
smiled with pride.

        That night, the child was fucked by the both of them, her father using
her repeatedly until he fell over from exhaustion.  He hadn't had a good fuck in
years, he lamented, but his sister assured him she was the best fuck around--and
now was his.

        The child was impaled between them, almost like a roast on a spit.  One
would brutally fuck her asshole or pussy, while the other would fuck her mouth,
burying cock-head or dildo-tip in her throat.  Or they would fuck both ass and
pussy at the same time.  The child couldn't keep it straight, so very thoroughly
was she used.

        She was their toilet, their fuck-toy, their amusement--she was
everything to them that they, themselves, were to their own parents.

        Of course, her being constantly pregnant was a given--or at least there
would be the honest attempt.  She was their fuck-toy, as well as their baby
factory.  When she first started her period, she was taught to, after her father
was done with her, shove rags up her pussy to keep the come inside of her.

        Her first child was a boy, and he was abused just as early, just as
much, as she.  The child-mother helped, of course.  His cries were encouraged as
small dildoes were shoved up his ass and tied tightly.  The plan was to open him
enough for his father by his sixth month.

        They didn't miss it by much.  The man was able to fit his cock-head all
the way into the infant by around the seventh month.

        As a matter of course, the woman was no less a baby factory, enjoying
being pregnant with future fuck-toys.  She would coo to her stomach about how
hard it would be fucked, how much come and piss it would drink.  Not every baby
was kept, of course; as each womb was kept pumping out babies as much as
possible, most were sold soon after birth, to lecherous men who were friends of
the family.

        The money wasn't really needed, but neither where the babies, so they
may as well be given to those would would show them the same "love" as their
biological parents.

        They would receive videos from time to time over the following years,
and they would watch happily as their sold children were fucked by whatever
their owners deemed suitable.

        "Aww, look at that," cooed the woman, nodding at the screen.  On it a
three-year-old was tied spread-eagle to a bed as she was gang-raped.  "I don't
think even I could fuck that much at her age."

        Another video showed showed a boy around five or six.  He was sitting
legs spread, a girl only a few years older slapping his tiny cock and balls with
a riding crop.  From the sound of it and the look on the boy's face, she was not
being anywhere near gentle.  To the credit of his training, he didn't utter a
sound, though.

        Her brother chuckled and squeezed the woman's milk-filled breast.  "Not
bad at all," he commented.  "How does my cow like the show?"

        The woman grinned and squeezed her brother's cock.  "Your cow-slut loves
it, as you know."  The woman, as her daughter, was kept producing milk, and she
loved every minute of it.  She was a cow and she knew it--and loved it.

        Their then-teenaged daughter was allowed to watch the videos as well,
and she beamed with no less pride than her parents as her children were abused.
"Was I as good a slut, mommy?" she asked, looking back and up at her parents.

        "You were just as good a slut, my cute little shit-eater."  That made
the teen beam and clap her hands once.

        The man glanced out the open door, where a four-year-old girl was tied
to a small log, putting her in the right position for the dogs.  They would come
up to her and use her as they needed, splitting that tiny pussy open as they
tried to knot.

        Nearby, a six-year-old girl had just graduated from her log, as she was
able of fucking the dogs on her own, and--like the rest of her family--grew to
love the pain, grew to need the dogs knots filling her pussy.  Though she wasn't
tied to a log, there was a thick leather collar around her neck, a chain
stringing from that to a metal post in the ground.  She was the dog-toy, kept
out there so they could use her--as her sister--whenever they wanted.

        "Tomorrow," said the woman absently, "remind me to let that one feast
from my asshole.  She's doing so well."  She caught the look of her son, the
only other child not sold.  He was five years old, and looked tearfully at the
woman.

        "Oh, you're a good boy," she said reassuringly.  "In fact, you're so
good, you may eat my shit right now."  The boy clapped and unfastened the catch
on his cage so he could rush over as the woman got to her feet.  She squatted,
just a little, enough to reach the boy's face where he knelt behind her.  His
hands spread her ass, and he eagerly placed his mouth against that twitching
sphincter.

        The woman moaned softly and grabbed the teen by the hair, brutally
pulling the teen's face into her crotch.  Needing no further prompting, the girl
started suckling and licking her mother's pussy, eagerly lapping up the golden
piss that shot out.  So talented she was, she didn't miss a drop.

        When the toilet-sluts had cleaned her, she collapsed back onto the sofa,
smiling lovingly at the sluts.  When she did, the man pulled the boy over and
picked him up, to pull the child down onto his throbbing cock.  The boy screamed
loudly, making the man grimace in excruciating pleasure.  He pulled the boy up
and down as his hips shot upward.

        In only a small amount of time, he pulled the boy off, and shot his come
onto his back and ass.  As he sat back, gasping, he gave a small hand-gesture to
the teen, who grabbed the boy without hesitation.  He was pinned to the floor
and licked clean, the teen's tongue not missing a drop of her father's seed.
When he was clean, she flipped him over and noisily loved the tiny cock and
balls with her mouth.

        Her mother stopped her with a look, and the teen released the boy to
kneel and look up at the woman.

        "Would you like a treat, my most darling whore?"

        "Yes, mommy!  Oh, PLEASE, mommy!"

        The woman smiled.  "Go fetch the harness."  The teen did so with
commendable rapidity.  She was about to start strapping it onto her mother when
she was stopped.  "No," said the woman.  "YOU may wear it, and have the boy-slut
show you he loves you."

        The teen's eyes watered with joyful surprise.  So happy was she that she
fumbled with the harness, making her parents chuckle.  She finally managed to
get it on, and pulled the boy to his hands and knees.

        As was done to her when she was that age and younger, she grabbed the
child's hips and harshly pulled them onto the vicious, black dildo.  He shrieked
almost louder than was thought possible, but that made the teen thrust harder,
as it made her parents stroke each other.

        The teen was relentless, shoving her hips against the boy's again and
again and again and again, showing signs of fatigue but no signs of stopping.
Finally, her father stopped her, and when she finally pulled out of that small,
bloody ass, he said, "Is he good, slut?"

        "Oh yes, daddy!"

        "Would you like to show him how good?"

        Her eyes brimmed once more, a hopeful look to them.

        "Show him how much you love him," said her father, and her mother had
to hold back tears of joy as she smiled and nodded her agreement.

        The harness was taken off in record time, and the boy shoved onto his
back once more.  The teen squatted over his face, and instinctively the boy
leaned up to spread her ass cheeks.  It took a while, since she'd shit not that
long before and still was allowed no control over her bladder and bowels, but
finally her abused sphincter almost flew open, and the boy swallowed the turd
with hunger.

        Like a good shit-slut, he cleaned her asshole for her with his tongue,
and the teen was congratulated by her parents.

        Even as far-removed as they were, without anything more than what would
amount to a half-hearted trail leading to it, they would occasionally get hikers
stumbling onto them.  They always dealt with them the same.

        One such time, a family of four--two parents, and one girl and one boy,
the latter two five and eight, respectively--were hiking through the wilderness
and came upon them.  The man, woman, and teen were on them in an instant.  The
teen grabbed the children, and her parents slew the adults with hunting knives.
While they would have liked to keep the adults, they were just too ill-trained
and beyond redemption.  Sad, but such is life.

        The children were stripped, their clothes and belongings discarded.
Thick collars were locked around their throats, then chains were attached from
the collars to hooks in the wall.

        They were encouraged to fuck each other, though they were just as much
the playthings of the family.  The teen was delighted to be given the little
girl as a gift, and a personal project.  She was to personally turn the child
into the perfect shit-slut, and that was a task she took to fervently.

        Almost every waking moment, the child was plied with milk from the cow-
sluts or food from the supply, her stomach pressed firmly until she pissed or
shat herself.  Her hair was grabbed, her face forced against the teen's asshole,
mouth kept open by the eldest woman.  She was forced to swallow the teen's shit,
though each time she was praised and called a good slut.  It didn't take her
long to realize what she had to do to earn that praise.

        She was also quite a screamer--when the teen thrust that harness-mounted
dildo into her pussy and ass, she screamed loudly enough to make ears ring--and
like her mother before her, that excited the teen, made her fuck the child ever
harder.

        The boy became the play-thing of the man, and he became quite an adept
cock-sucker.  He took to that faster than swallowing the man's shit, but it only
took one savage backhand to teach the boy that anything less than full
compliance was NOT an option.

        In mere weeks, both of them became full members of the family, eagerly
and even happily fucking themselves bloody, being the family's toilets--and
later being breeders, or helping "induct" others who wandered onto the property.

        As the years passed, they managed to stay hidden away, though the small
town grew, eventually becoming a small city.  Few there could even guess at the
family's existence.

        They may well still be there today.  It would be unwise to try and find
out for oneself, however.  Much better to stay in the safety of buildings and
streets--lest one trade one reality for another, much harsher, one.



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