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------Little Azulehad long made the puppy wait. Too long, in fact. It was time
for her to know her own submission to but a child demon. The floating
approach of the little blue male brought him right before her eyes. He
stopped only a sparse few feet from her. She towered over him, dwarfing him
entirely. He was not even a quarter of her height. Such was the difference
between the monstrous bitch in her mightiest of forms and the little beast
who would tame her. The little monster tilted his head back to gaze up at her
face, grinning as he inhaled deeply. The fragrance that he inhaled was one
that should've been mind-rotting, yet to the demon before her, it seemed as
if it was a delightful perfume. This was unavoidable, as he was a being of
corruption. How could he not be used to such foul air. However... This was
also a sort of scent he was used to, like his own natural odor. While originally,
he'd approached with a white cloak, he undid the clasp and took it off, tossing
it aside rather casually. A myriad of fat white maggots squirmed from beneath
it as it landed on the ground. All at once, an incomparably rotten scent began
to permeate. They were only a few feet apart, yet even had they been tens of
feet away from each other, it would still have been a corroding smell that
burned with every breath. It was a scent that thousands of unwashed, sweaty
people combined could never hope to achieve combined. This was the smell
of true, unadulterated filth. The little demon might've been tiny, yet on every
inch of his body were hellish and vile parasites, juices, oozes, and slimes. On
such a youthful form, it seemed impossible to be so nasty, yet he managed it
quite easily, since today he'd washed to leave something to imagination.

Despite having cleaned up the bare minimum amount, he carried a stench

that sullied the air around him with a scent far worse than all the sewage in
the world. But even worse than the natural odor he exuded was the scent of
the filth on that trunk of meat between his legs. It hung between his legs, an
unintimidating three feet of flaccid cockmeat that was longer than his legs.
The foreskin was slightly bulging with some sort of grimy solid packed inside
of it, in addition to the occasional writhing of things beneath it. Festering boils
covered its surface not unlike the warty protrusions on certain sex toys, but
infinitely more fragile, as they weren't meant to pleasure. They were simply
another portion of the demon that made him more appalling. The noxious
stink of his cock was even worse than the rest of his body odor. If the goddess
of shit-eating stood before him, she would've puked. Before such a smell, it
was nearly impossible to even remain on one's feet. To even manage to retain
enough brains to think was too much to expect. This was a scent that turned
the hardiest of garbage sluts into drooling brainless masses of consecutive
orgasms without a single touch. And while he assailed the tremendous bitch
with that odor, his little lips parted to speak, daring to abandon any kind
speech in favor of treating her as an broken slut already.

"Alright... here girl, you worthless, oversized piece of fuckmeat. Sit."

------Zoe Clark towered over him. Like Goliath to his David...the fourteen foot,
three ton form of nightmare fuel staggered above the blue-skinned freak of
nature in a way that left his eyes level with the canine's knees. Watching with
her cyan gaze, her back straight, her stance almost statue-esque as if she
were trained to give off the only expression a freak of nature like her should,
or could, have. Dominance. Power. Might. All of which gushed from every
corner of her grotesque and unwashed form of muscle and strength as heavy
rivulets of blood tangled with the snot, drool, and dicksludge that trailed
towards the ground after meeting at the intersection of nightmare fuel that
was the canine's sheath. Already it touched the little demon's cockhead, not
because it fell upon it, but because it pooled around them and left the duo
standing six inches deep in the stuff. Such was the intensity of what this
hulking monster was capable of whilst idly standing and merely existing...and
had she been given the chance to snap beams of steal in half within her
hands as a means of further establishing just how unstoppable she was....it
would've happened.

Instead?

Instead she merely clenched her fists and blinked. She snorted and took in
the raw, mind-raping aroma of putrid decay that perforated from the shota-
esque beast standing so adorably beneath her...and she grunted. His was a
musk and smell that left even this parasite-laden, diseased, grotesque
monster watering at the mouth and feeling the slightest amount light
headed. Every breath she drew, every quivering bulge and tremble of muscle
across her magnificent body...it was one that left her all the more curious,
and hungry. Her gaze fell all the more, and with it came a strange and shiver-
inducing sensation all across her body as she stared into the eyes of
something she could've so easily crushed within the palms of her hands had
she desired. Unable to look away, unable to pull the sneer of hate and
dominance that often tugged across her maw, and instead left to stand there
and distantly acknowledge that for every moment they locked their gazes
together, so too did another solid foot of her behemoth horsedick splatter
itself to life. So too did another section of that ebony, spiked, pus-coated,
smegma-slathered monster of parasitic nightmareful climb up against her
ripped abdomen and plant itself between her obscenely fat, dick-nipple
sporting jugs. Until, finally, upon hearing his words...and that order...it
happened upon instinct.

She fell to her knees.

She obeyed within an instant. This gargantuan freak of nature that, even
now, was still a few heads taller than him....felt no choice but to obey.
Kneeling there, rock hard and gushing...this fat-titted, huge-reared,
monstercocked canine beast of filth and decay....drooling at the sick creation
of blue standing so confidently before her as her body trembled all the more,
spasmed with muscle and power, and further added to the lake of steaming,
festering, grotesque slop that they dwelled within for this first, soul-binding
encounter.

------Little Azulegiggled faintly as he gazed at the puppy that was like a little
mountain to him, gigantic in comparison to himself. Yet there was no fear, no
submission, not even an ounce of timidity radiating off of the little demon.
Instead, there was only confidence, even arrogance, and of course the sort of
filthy stench that made blood boil in revulsion and hardly allowed one to
endure it. Even the walking epitome of a foul nightmare was slowly... brought
to her knees by both his grotesque stench and his command. She was even
quick to comply. What a good puppy she was. Well, he had other thoughts
about exactly what she was. He examined her as she knelt in the swamp of
sludge beneath them. Now that she was much lower, there was a sort of haze
of heat the grew the closer she came to his cock. The musky, vile odor that
offended the senses and burned the brain. He gave a faint nod of his head to
express his pleasure with her. "Good girl! That's a good puppy. Now gimme
some kisses."

Though he was asking for it, it was yet another command, and one that he
was forcing her to obey. Even with the strength of a child, to the unresisting
pup, he could quite easily guide her massive muzzle toward his face, the first
of her many destinations to a filthy experience worth having night terrors
over later on. And of course where he directed the very opening of her
muzzle to was, as well as he could with how much larger she was than him,
his nose. There drooled snot, thick and clumped. It was like sewage, yet a
septic tank could never even begin to approach the foulness of the liquid
leaking from his nostrils. This demon's mucus was farm more than a little
slime. writhing slender leech-like creatures squirmed within it, seeking to
bury into flesh and spread their foulness within new hosts, and of course with
her size, he would give her plenty of filthy parasites as a token of his affection
for his new puppy. And even more gut-wrenching parasites were slowly
crawling out of his nostrils as if aware of the presence of a host for them to
defile and claim. Even the pus-filled boils riddling his cock seemed to writhe
in excitement, the creatures within eager to burrow into a body and lay their
eggs. One of them even directly burst, firing off a geyser of thick sludge
powerful enough to gush onto the canine, though it burned like acid. Blue
spider-like crawlers stuck to her from within it, beginning to weave their way
through the fur of the massive beast.

------Zoe Clark's freakishly massive, musclebound, behemoth self let loose yet
another body wide shiver of compliance....and she didn't understand why. The
reasoning wasn't there, only the desire to obey. Thrice this nasty little fucker's
height, hundreds of times his weight, just as disgusting (from the looks of it)
and even more hung....right? Superior in every way, and yet, here she was.
Blood ran from her snotty nostrils as she knelt there and drooled like a dumb
animal. Congealed globs of her maggoty, infested, rotting jizz fed themselves
forth from her beaten, scarred, and pus-oozing shaft as all eight feet of the
monster's endowment retched itself to life up between their near-touching
bodies. She was the gargantuan freak of nature here...not him. She was the
one who'd made a living off of tearing lesser bitches into viscera and
slop....not him....right? Not this putrid, nasty, demented little child...

But when he spoke again, so too did she feel herself tense up with a desire to
'be a good puppy' and follow his orders. So too did she lean forward and lead
herself with his hand as she bent her neck and obediently began to latch on
to both of those nostrils...with ease. Suckling, gulping, feasting....kissing. Her
hips couldn't help but gyrate slightly, her body trembled in broken lust, her
tits mashed against his neck and shoulders as her fat fuckhammer of a
horsecock spread her cleavage and rested beneath the canine's chin...puking
forth its infinite nightmare fuel as it splattered forth all around their nearly-
conjoined upper halves. She didn't care. All that mattered was the task at
hand. That snot. That mucus. That phlegm. Clumped, gooey, and neck
clogging, even for her. Endless and parasitic with those leeches living within
it. Ones that she crunched and swallowed like the well-trained dog she was,
and even then failing to eradicate even a tenth of the things as they crawled
forth between their faces and began making their way into the canine's own
nostrils....ears...eyes. And she couldn't waver. She couldn't pull away. She
couldn't bring herself to disobey this freak. All she could do was gulp, snort,
grunt, and gag on his snot whilst enduring the explosions of pus and rot
tearing open down between his legs and further spreading his nightmares
across her eager, starved, monolithic form.

------Little Azulereceived those 'kisses.' The way she went at his nostrils could
hardly be compared to a simple kiss, of course. She was suckling away the
thick, viscous snot coming from them. Several of those slender writhing
worms attached to her tongue as soon as they were inhaled into her mouth,
rapidly growing plump as they sucked in her essence. They even seemed to
make her tongue start to tinge blue where they sucked at her. And the effect
only seemed to make her more putrid, as if feeding from her new little
demonic master's body degraded her own body, making her more of a filthy
monster, like himself. The blood-curdling scent that she breathed now was an
even more unbearable stench than before, capable of even murder with a
breath, like a potent poison. Even more of them were swallowed down by her,
catching in her esophagus or inside of her belly. Even the vile insides of her
body were not capable of killing them. In moments, she was infested,
becoming the host of hundred of parasites. The crawling creatures found
places to make theirs all over her body, burrowing into her flesh where eggs
that would spawn more of them went, and even within her eyelids and ears.
In moments, without even touching her himself, the little demon had
impregnated her with countless parasites. They were tiny, yet so numerous
that perhaps that would be capable of consuming her vile figure itself. Happy
to feed her more, he blue his nostrils onto her tongue, soiling her mouth with
his filthy ooze. Her gut-wrenching breath became more vile still, as more
creatures invaded her.

Yet soon he made the slightest withdrawal. "That's enough." His voice was
utterly childish and sweet, yet managed to ring with the iron of authority
anyway, somehow. His little hand gestured toward his cock. Enormous as it
was, it was completely trumped by her own phallus, yet that only made him
stir with arousal at the sight of the behemoth before him rocking her hips like
some sort of bitch in heat, throbbing with excitement. The pus exploded onto
her as his cock pulsed, bringing with it maggots that writhed on her. "You're a
good puppy, so I'm going to break you. Choose the hole you want ruined." He
was kind enough to give her a choice. her mouth, or her asshole would be
utterly destroyed, he was promising, despite seeming not to be too imposing
himself.

------Zoe Clark couldn't fight against it. The constant degradation of her
insides, the steady impregnation of her behemoth form against his own, it
came steadily, infinitely, and ruthlessly upon the hulking monster as she
remained there, feasting. Kissing. Those 'things' that tore into her flesh and
latched upon her being so as to establish a home for their voracious
offspring...she welcomed them, not only because she had no choice, but
because it was new to her. The way they fed against her tongue, neck,
organs....her heart, lungs, and guts hatefully included...it suggested that she
was being infected and taken over. Destroyed, or at the least, remade into
something this child desired of her. Something that would've left any sane
creature thrashing, screaming, and struggling to get away. But her? This
gargantuan dickbitch of a beast? She felt nothing of the sort outside of a
hunger for more of what this nightmare had to offer her. Her vision impaired,
hearing broken, ability to breath hindered to a painful degree....she felt her
cheeks bloat out as he snorted forth one final time, leaving her to gurgle and
gulp all the louder as the canine's eyes disappeared up within her skull and
she found herself swinging and nearly falling over as she tried to process all
of it.

Then there was that smell. That stench. That brain-dissolving fuel that packed
the air and perforated from his body....literally burning her alive as she
writhed within it and struggled to choke it down as a means of oxygen. Proof.
Proof that he wasn't just a child with a fat dick and some nasty features. No.
He was more than that. Far, far more. A living nightmare that had taken the
concentrated form of everything the shemale loved, and multiplied it by a
thousand. A sick freak of her wildest dreams that stood against her and
further left her body writhing in agony and suffering against his slop as those
heavy boils and lesions across his flaccid bitchbreaker splattered open and
gushed across her thighs, balls, and lower half of her behemoth horsecock.
She groaned. Her face was a sickening, bulging, infested mess to even look
at. She gurgled. She puked blood and snorted like a mindless bull who'd had
its eyes gouged out and was now living off of instinct as it tried to deal with
the simultaneous tidal wave of pleasure, and pain, that made up its life.

She turned, though. She fell on her hands and knees in front of him, an act
that shook the earth alone as a result of her size. Her dick rammed into the
small lake of slop that they stood within as she mindlessly fucked into it and
threw her head back. A bitch in heat. A hungry, starved, mindless, feral brute.
She howled and roared, though it was more/less just pus, snot, and blood
splattering forth from her maw as those leeches further tore her insides apart
and colonized her remains with their eggs and young. Even still...her ass was
there. Tail hiked up high so as to leave room for that monstrous rear
[i.gyazo.com] of hers to shove itself right into the face of the freakish child
behind her. By now....she was just a trembling, musclebound, filth-soaked
mess. A fat-dicked freak rutting into the ground as her disgusting asshole,
buried within her skullcrushing asscheeks, burned, ached, and begged for
obliteration from this...this....child.

------Little Azulegiggled the moment he saw her spit out a huge arrow of her
own blood. Clearly his destructive parasites were taking their toll on her, or
perhaps it was merely his presence alone that was drawing blood from her
and knocking the senses from her. Every breath of his stench was enough to
murder on its own, a noxious and foul gas that simply didn't belong on a
mortal being. He was much like a deity of decay, bringing foulness where
ever he went. And he had chosen to bless her with his attention. Her body
was indeed quite vile, and he had already seen fit to bless her with even
more filth from his own body. His lips spread into a wide, confident smirk as
he watched her pirouette, turning her ass to face him, tail up in the air to
expose her asshole. Before him, her ass was huge, yet he scaled her anyway
body, climbing her hindquarters to rest on her ass with a hand gripping her
tail. His smirk had grown larger while he spoke, pointing out just how pathetic
she was.

"You're such a huge thing. You ought to be conquering all, spreading your filth
about. Who could surmount an enormous creature like you? But look at you?
There was no question from you, no hesitation. When I give an order, you
obey it like it's the Word of God. Do you know what a vile thing I am? Like a
bringer of plague. Is this your kind of Lord? I like loyal dogs, but you're really
more suited to be a pig, the way you are. A filth pig, born to be such a
disgusting and rank cretin. Well, I'm happy to let you be a broken bitch
instead."

Having spoken his demeaning words, he hefted his cock against her ass,
dragging that disease-ridden phallus along her fur until it reached her asshole
itself. He pushed the very head of his cock against it, then stabbed in
ruthlessly. Once her asshole parted for him, numerous boils burst, flooding
her ass with a burning sensation as though a hot poker had just plunged
inside of her, rather than a cock. His phallus was still semi-flaccid, and
erecting slowly. But as he rocked his hips, grinding that pus into her, he made
her asshole raw. His hips sawed back and forth to further burn her. There
seemed to be a particular effect of his pus as well. Her innards slowly became
almost necrotic, dying and darkening. There was no pleasure to be had from
this anal. Her nerves remained, yet the only sensation they seemed capable
of transmitting was pain. Immense, terrible pain. The pain of his cock merely
sliding inside of her, the pain of burning, and the pain of maggots and
crawling terrors burrowing inside of her to impregnate her wombless body.
"Don't worry, the real surprise will come when you've gotten me excited. Go
ahead and beg for it."

------Zoe Clark wasn't swayed or humiliated by his words....rather....driven by

them. This behemoth woman of terror, reduced to nothing short of a breeding
hive for a child, felt absolutely no amount of shame for what she'd done to
herself...and so willingly at that. It was as if this demonic boy had opened the
door to her soul and plunged his cock into her willpower right from the
beginning. She wasn't a threat to anyone anymore. No. She was just a
hulking, rotting, infested puppy for a twisted little freak of nightmares who, at
that very moment, was scaling her backside and climbing upon her fat,
supple, toned ass. Claiming it as he'd claimed the rest of her. Solidifying her
place beneath him as he left her fat nuts to boil and suffer against the raw
heat and slop that slammed into them whilst the boy pulled and worked his
endowment upwards until it was able to rest between her fat hams and tease
her bloodied, shit-lined, starving taint.

Broken bitch.

That's what he'd called her, and its all she could think of. Panting, huffing,
groaning, whining. Her entire body a trembling sweat-soaked, disgusting
mess of matted fur and slop as she continually raped the ground beneath
them with her dumb, feral thrusts. All in time with the demon atop of her
lower half taking aim and sinking the head of his life-destroying fuckpillar into
her asshole. An act that brought forth no pleasure for the bestial slut beneath
him but, rather, pure, white, hot, agonizing pain. As those boils burst and
lesions tore apart, flooding her innards with their yellowed, flesh-decaying
hate, so too did she scream forth her suffering as the dickbitch arched her
back, curled her toes, and threw her head towards the sky. She clenched her
jaw, yet still vomited heavy globs of his snot and filth forth. She rolled her
eyes up into her head, though that only left her pupils and cornea open for
attack as the leeches bit and raped into them just as well. Her nostrils flared
and struggled to suckle air down into her infested canals and bloodied,
crawling lungs. Her ears pinned back and failed to cease the streams of blood
that ran straight out of her skull as she felt her brain, literally, fall apart all
the more with every passing second.

He was a plague across every inch of her entire body....all at once.

It was just pain that reminded her she was alive now. Her asshole ripped
apart. Her dick sputtering and splattering its gore-induced cumshot across
the floor as her prostate enjoyed its final moments while it still could. She
retched and, finally, just collapsed. Face first. Shoulders gave way. Face down,
ass up, her skull nearly buried beneath the lake of sludge that they played
within. She writhed and whimpered, choking back sobs as her body twisted,
shook, and spasmed horrifically. Her asshole clenched, squeezed, and milked
for more of him...but she knew what it'd take to seal her fate beneath this
sick freak of nature. This boy....this child....so calm and collected as he took a
monster, a beast, a giant....and broke her apart with such ease. His will be
done, right from the start. She never stood a chance and, only now, did that
thought register in the gurgling remnants of her mind as she lay
there....mounted by him, infested by him, utterly conquered...by him. "P-p-
please....g-give...nnnf....I ne-need....blrfffurggggg....n-need it...all
of....nnnng....a-all of it.....p-please D-Daddy....I'll do a-a-anything!"

------Little Azulelips parted to release a happy little giggle as he heard that

plea of hers. And what a pathetic one it was. He hardly needed her to do
anything for him at all. Her position gave it away already. She was already
his. There was a flash within his blue eyes as he sought to prove that fact.
Suddenly a mist of blue particles formed around her throat. The deep blue air
quickly coalesced into a ring, solidifying into what might've been called a
collar. But this was clearly metallic. It was more like a shackle placed around
her throat, heavy and tight. There were only two words embossed on it.
'Broken Bitch.' He didn't need to state who her owner was, nor anything else.
It merely showed what she was. Her new role in life, until her death. And even
then, she would not be free of it, he would soon assure. And attached to this
new collar of hers was a chain which extended back behind her to the child
whose cock was buried in the depths of her ass. "Listen to you, calling a child
Daddy. This truly does suit you. You were made for this-- Born for this. Being
broken. Being brutalized."
Till then, he'd simply blessed her with a few little parasites and the taste of
his snot, tainting her in a filthy manner, but he'd hardly brutalized her. Yet the
moment the word left his lips, there was an immediate change in his cock.
The size of it expanded explosively. Suddenly the asshole which held it was
suddenly being torn, stretched into a grotesque shit-smeared cavern by a
cock too large for the body it was attached to. The length shot into her guts,
filling her. Had she been on her back, they might even have seen the outline
of his cock pressing up from her fur. The girth was, even for her, too much.
She would be bleeding in moments. And not just at her rim. It seemed that
with the expansion of his cock came a change in its composition itself. The
veins of his cock seemed to change, sharp blades running along them. With
his cock now large enough to gape her, those blade dug into the insides of
her rectum.

"Daddy gave you the cock you craved, so offer your soul. " He unhesitatingly
demanded that twisted, one-sided demand of her. In exchange for being torn
apart by his dick, she should give him her immortal soul. A plaything for him.
He even had a boyish laugh in his tone as he said it. And then he allowed her
to feel what she had earned with her pleading properly. He shoved his hips
forward, burying his dick into her anal orifice, tunneling into her to the very
hilt of his dick. She was full of a cock that suited breaking a behemoth. His
deity slaying cock slide huge tears into her ass, making her blood pour out of
her like the ultimate lubricant for her ass. Smegma from his cock's foreskin
smeared inside, providing even more of a burning sensation than before,
while her insides continued to taint, nerves being made to feel nothing but
pain. Even her prostate, a spot which should've provided the most pleasure,
became a bundle of corrupted nerves. She received strong responses still, yet
all that she felt was pain. He had made her his Pain Pup mercilessly, and a
single thrust of his cock had drawn a flood of her blood out of her, which he
replaced with his filth and the parasites of his cock, his essence rushing in to
replace what she'd lost, further turning her into nothing but a rotting fuck
puppy.

------Zoe Clark couldn't have began to imagined what it looked like from the
outside in. Through the eyes of an innocent bystander that might've
happened upon the living nightmare transpiring within that hellhole that the
canine and demon coexisted upon....would words have ever come close to
describing the sheer levels of terror, filth, and grotesque horror pouring
between the both of them? The hulking, gargantuan, muscled up, bimbo-
esque beast...slammed down upon its hands and knees...mounted by this
freak of a child as his entire existence seemed to gush and bleed his
crawling, acidic, burning, horrendous filth down into her decaying fur and
flesh. It was pure fiction to imagine, and yet, it crept through time, one
agonizing second after second. Hanging to her futile strands of sanity and
comprehension, she threw her head back, rolled her eyes completely up into
her skull, and retched as a wave of chunky, grotesque puke splattered forth
from her guts and out across her fat, meaty tits. Her thighs and elbows both
submerged beneath her, as were those very same fat milktanks of hers...not
in water, but in the infinite cascade of parasitic nightmare sludge that purged
itself from the both of them...yet seemingly all focused on her and her alone.

Her life was disgust and pain. It was filth and suffering. It was the reoccuring
bombardment into her soul that she was this child's plaything as he gleefully
attached that shackle of steel to her throat and pulled on the reigns upon it.
And then? Only then did he truly show her what he was capable of. Only then
did the beast of a hellhound realize just how finite her life was. Only then did
she truly begin to suffer the agonies of being this demon's broken bitch. That
change in his sex as it shot up into her body, thickening it, splattering its filth
up into her lungs, tearing her asshole into a crater of bloodsoaked meat...all
within an instant. It left her ready to scream, but instead the canine could
only gasp and further retch forth mouthfuls of her own blood, snot, and puke
as she went stiff. Unable to collapse forward as a result of the leash yanking
her head back towards him, she was left bent and still on all fours, truly like a
bitch in heat being bred into impregnation via the world's most oversized,
innard-wrecking demondick. It ripped through her pelvis, cracking bone,
tearing her hips apart, and obliterating her prostate in a way that truly left
her sobbing and screaming at the brutal, infinite firing of nerves and tendons
as they tried to express the pain that she was enduring.

And even then, Daddy wasn't done. Further. Deeper. More. Teaching the
fourteen foot behemoth of a woman that she was nothing but his sleeve and
toilet, and doing so with brutal efficiency as with every thrust into her
grotesque insides so too did gallons of her blood splatter back and soak his
blue nuts. Her might, gargantuan fuckhammer of a horsecock fell
limp....laden with sores, eaten alive as a result of her demon stud's pus, filth,
and leeches as they ripped away at the flesh. Just like the rest of her. A
breeding home for his infinite reserves of nightmares as they ripped and tore
and ate into her skull, her tits, her balls, and her insides. Working in tandem
with every spiked ridge of his ruthless cock as it ripped up against her spinal
column and truly sank into the network of nerves all over her body. She, of
course, just foamed red at the mouth. A sobbing, gurgling, screaming
monster unable to escape and do nothing but hang there and endure this
assfucking as her entire torso bulged and nearly tore apart with the outline of
her Daddy's behemoth, disgusting shaft. It was all she could do. Take it.
Suffer. Become his Pain Pup.

------Little Azuledidn't wait for her acceptance. He didn't wait for her
agreement. Though it might've sounded like he was actually making a
request of her moments ago, she was wholly already in his palm. He could
end her life at a moment's notice if he only chose to do so. He could cleanse
her of her filth and repair her broken, decayed nerves and make her less of
the plague-ridden puppy slut that she was. So when he'd said the words 'offer
your soul,' there was no question. Her body was his. Her mind was his. Even
her immortal soul was already his. Every movement of his cock, every
parasite writhing itself into a bloody home within her all smeared her soul
with that deep blue tinge, tainting her already depraved body. It seemed that
his every movement, which tore her flesh and rotted her innards was drawing
out her soul itself. That sullied, incorporeal essence of her with which he
would seal her fate. Even Death would no longer hold dominion over her. If he
decided that she would live, then even with his maggots writhing in her brain,
she would live. If he crushed her body into a red paste, he could make her all
over again. She was utterly and completely his, a foregone conclusion.

And the act that drew her into this destiny thrilled him. Had she been able to
glance back at him, instead of rolling back those eyes and exposing them to
more parasites infesting them, she would've been able to see the grin on his
lips. The smile of a Devil as he ravaged her body. The brief moment where his
cock was impeded by the bones of her pelvis didn't cause him to pause. He
seemed to relish that audible cracking noise. He even became more forceful
afterward. He wasn't nearly satisfied with pounding away in her rectum and
tearing up her sphincter. With another surging growth, he let out a laugh that
was both childish and sinister at once. Where his cock had been plowing her
asshole, suddenly he'd drilled into her colon, forcing her insides to change
their shape to suit the gargantuan shaft that was invading her insides. And he
only pushed deeper inside of her. His hips rocked without any trouble despite
the enormity of the cock that they controlled. He was nearly fucking her
stomach itself, and her guts were forced to adapt to the colossal meat
tyrannically shoving them aside to fill her. With every thrust, he began to
start oozing his pre. The amount was a flood, even to the fourteen foot beast
before him. He was going to fill her belly with it. The heat of it burned her
insides. Much like the pus of his cock, it was like an acid corroding her, a
sludge that washed away her life. Her every pained moment of having her
insides taken was just another moment of her life heading toward its fate.

------Zoe Clark grasped what it was that the demonic freak of nature was
doing to her, but only barely. It was hidden away. Buried. Out of her reach
deep within the very same soul that was turning a death-soaked shade of
blue within his palm. She was becoming his. All of this....the pain...the
filth...the decomposing of her once invincible flesh...it was repairable only if
he felt like it. Her life could have truly existed of nothing more, or nothing
less, than this child putting a gun to her head, pulling the trigger, splattering
her brains across the wall...and forcibly keeping her alive afterwards just to
endure the suffering that came with it. She knew this, because he did the
same to her even now. As the crunching, tearing, ripping, dying sounds of her
once-tight asshole and innards sounded off in response to his behemoth shaft
plunging into her stomach...so too did her body try, and fail, to outright kill
itself as a means of escape. That's why this hulking canine was foaming at
the maw and puking blood. Its why she went rigid, limp, and then rigid again
as nerves twisted and shot time and time over in some attempt to function
correctly whilst having so much metal-spiked boydick hammered up into her
organs. Because he demanded more room out of her flesh for the thing
jutting from his hips...and because she had no choice but to give it to him.

No longer wearing a plethora of abdominal muscles across her lower torso.

No. Rather, sporting a bulge that, from the inside out, was threatening to tear
and split itself as his sheer girth alone left this freakishly huge shemale
struggling to live. Tears of blood streaming down her whited-out eyes...eyes
eaten over with parasites galore, much like her drooling and stuffed nostrils
and ears. She suffered as she breathed and continued to exist, unable to
escape the horror and pain because he'd consumed her soul and, seemingly,
began fucking it just as well. Mounted and claimed, nothing but a monstrous
fleshlight for a child's grotesque demondick. That's all she was. No longer the
beast of legend that she once was. No. Just a defeated, subservient slave for
torture and abuse who would never be able to escape this new eternal hell
beneath her Daddy. And it was only the further crevices of her agony riddled,
decomposing, leech-soaked brain that she screamed forth in twisted bliss and
obsessive love for every second of it, because elsewhere it was nothing but
pure, hot, white agony. As he raped her stomach to the point of tearing it
open...as he splintered her kidneys and bladder and liver into gore....as he
plunged deeper up into her chest cavity....she bled and gushed and screamed
for him. For her sick, twisted, perfect...Daddy.

------Little Azuleboyish giggle was his response to that monstrous scream that
came from her. A scream that, even in her state, did not seem to be one of
agony. He heard only ecstasy. Her body was a mass of flesh that had been
repurposed. It existed now solely to feel pain, yet this mighty beast still
screamed as though she were receiving a pleasurable fuck of a lifetime. His
hips rocked to drive himself deeper and deeper inside of her. There was no
shred of mercy or moment of reprieve from her. It hadn't been long and he
had already gone from fucking her with a cock that stuffed her asshole, to a
massive lump of plague-spreading meat that was forcing her lungs to spread
apart, and tearing into the membranes of her insides, slicing them all. And all
through that brutal fuck, he pulled on that chain attached to her shackle.
While initially he'd only forced her head to tilt back, he was slowly beginning
to pull harder, applying more and more pressure on her spine as a result of
her arching. He had promised her she would be a broken bitch. This was just
another manner in which she would break for him. He even praised her with
words that resounded through her entire being, rather than being heard
through her infested ears.

"That's a good pain puppy. There won't be anymore semen orgasms for you.
The only thing you'll spew out is your filth. Your blood, your puke, your piss,
and your shit. My Broken Bitch needs no pleasure." That childish tone of his
casually stated that she would have such a nightmarish existence without
batting an eye at the ruthless nature of those words. He merely used her as a
sleeve for himself. A receptacle for his filth, a holster for his cock. Abruptly,
he decided to be just slightly more serious about breaking her. Immediately,
his cock began to slot itself inside of her with even more rapid plunges than
before, surging with explosive growth once again. All at once, an enormous
pressure began to push on her rib cage from the inside. Her enormous heart
was being crushed by his enormous size, at yet it was forced to work anyway.
He rutted her like the bitch she was harshly, seeking his own pleasure. More
of his pre-cum splattered through her, flooding up toward her esophagus. She
was nearly being skewered entirely by his dick, all while still being forced to
live through every brutally painful moment of it. And as he raped her insides,
he made his new demand to her. "Show me your filth orgasm."

------Zoe Clark's entire existence was caught in some sort of purgatory now.
An infinite, indecisive hell that showed no end in sight. One where the hulking
freak of nature couldn't determine if it was actually screams of agony that
tore at her vocal chords now...or ones of ecstatic bliss. To be alive was to
suffer now, of that she was sure. Everything hurt. Everything bled. Everything
ached...because of Daddy. This child who literally and metaphorically held the
reigns on her life did so with another brutal yank, pulling her further back
with unreal strength. She choked and retched, her tits being heaved out of
the slop she was still crawling within as her spine nearly snapped in two. Her
back arched, her fat, half-hard, useless cock splattered forth into the air. A
behemoth, yet pathetic, four feet of ebony, soaked, half rotted dickmeat that
served her no purpose in life but pain and nightmares. He held her there,
plunged further and deeper, and she simply obeyed every will, every
command, instantaneously and without a choice.

Though...had she been given such an illusion, she knew she'd have changed
nothing.

Even as her ribcage suddenly began to splinter and crack with the resounding
pop and crunching sound of bones tearing apart around his shaft's ridiculous
girth...even as her lungs filled with blood and threatened to collapse as they
too were raped against....even as her heart was battered and further
consumed by the parasitic slop and torture of this child's existence.....she
knew she'd have wanted nothing else. She screamed and sobbed for him
because she wanted it now. Her innards were nothing but a hot, sticky, bone-
laden, organ-messed pool that worked and burned against her muscles and
flesh as it contracted and squeezed upon the behemoth boycock plunging up
into it. As he grew larger and thrust all the harder, she simply fell apart more
and more as her spinal column began popping and cracking against the
onslaught of his dick. Her useless nuts sloshing with her own blood and the
grotesque filth of the leeches and maggots that had taken them over and
filled their entirety with their own decayed selves and offspring. That being
the case, when he ordered her to show him her 'filth orgasm'...she had no
choice but to display that horrendous cumshot as her fat horsedick gushed
and nearly tore itself open from tip to base at the sheer ferocity at which she
purged her innards up through it. A blackish-red sea of gore and chunky slop,
laden with crawling, fat, oversized worms, maggots, and leeches. Heavy with
her own filth and insides as it ripped her pisshole open beyond repair and left
the dumb canine to writhe there and roar out all the more as her life
continually spiraled into a living nightmare right atop of this demon child's
immense shaft.

------Little Azulecould feel nothing but sheer ecstasy in his power over her.
With a mere order, she had fired out an excruciating load of maggots and
blood and a foul black ooze as well. Even the sight of that torn urethra made
it seem like she'd be leaking permanently, letting more colonies of maggots
and parasites crawl their way out of her in a puke-inducing display. And all
while he assaulted her asshole and her organs. Initially, he'd given her a
choice. Which hole would he ruin? Evidently, that choice was meaningless. As
far as his cock was drilled into her, he was nearly spearing his way through
her entire torso. And her throat would hardly be spared. As those bladed
veins of his cock ground their way into her insides and his smegma,
parasites, and filth smeared into her, he made her more and more of a rotten
puppy than what she was before. But this paled in comparison to the abrupt
orgasm that he brought himself to. He didn't hold back for a moment.

His cock suddenly disappeared from her completely, leaving an ungodly

grotto that oozed with filth and blood, not an inch of his colossal blue meat
inside of it. And then his cock crammed forward into her depths, filling her up
to capacity and then some, burying into her chest cavity once more. There
was no need to even grow to reach her esophagus. Because his pisshole
spread apart to belch out his orgasm. His semen fired out like a spurting
sludge, molten and clumped like another snotty mucus. And it all rushed right
up her throat, corroding it and turning even that into another pain hole for
him to fuck. That goo had a reek that was worse than even the demon's
natural scent, and even with her parasite-laden nostrils, she was still able to
smell it, because his seed rushed through her air holes and out toward her
maw and nose both, tainting her completely before geysering out forcibly.
Just like that, with her freshly broken back still forced to arch upwards, she
was turned into a puppy fountain for him. That yellow slime cascaded in the
air to fall down into the muck that surrounded them, seeming to be such a
vile liquid that even the parasites writhing in the filthy swamp below curled
and died, unable to handle the sheer corrosiveness of his semen. And in that
moment that he got off, his cock suddenly expanded outward. Her size as a
fourteen foot behemoth meant that it would take a substantial force to do it,
yet in a single breath of time after several huge gushes of spunk poured out
of her, his cock suddenly exploded within her. Her legs were split apart even
more than before as her body was stretched thin around his dick, save for her
gaping maw.

That moment should've been the moment of lifelessness, as her organs were
ground into a fine paste with her fur looking more like a useless rug, only her
limbs still dense. But as he withdrew his cock, the mind-ruining pain of her
bone-crushed, muscle-smashed, organ-destroyed body remained clear and
present, as though only her nerves remained to keep her in that endless hell
of pain. And the only reason he'd withdrawn, is because she could hardly
support herself anymore. He stood in the filth around them, aimed his cock
on her, in a beautiful arc that forced a golden stream filled with parasites to
cover her form. He pissed on her, soaking her fur with it. His own stench
began to infuse into her body as a result. Her powerful figure made powerless
in seconds. Even the rotted state she'd been in moments ago far better than
this flattened appearance she had, save in her legs. "Here pup, enjoy the
shower."

------Zoe Clark could feel it in her throat just as well. There wasn't a spared
inch across her entire body, regardless of where her Daddy's attention
focused itself. Halfway submerged in the lake of gore and filth he'd produced
merely from existing...her limbs were eaten alive, crawling, bulging much like
the rest of her decaying, broken, suffering self as the bones in her arms and
legs begged for the chance to simply snap in two and collapse. The fact that
she'd held together this long was nothing but a testament to her size...and
the child's willpower. And somewhere, deep, deep within her mind she
wanted to believe that she was a fuck like none he'd ever gotten the chance
to indulge in...but even that didn't mean shit. Not now. Now ever. Every
jagged, blade-lined inch of his endowment that ripped her lungs open, tore
into her heart, and sliced her neck into gore....it was soon for a finale that the
canine had never imagined possible on any living being in existence...much
less this demonic freak of a boy. When he retracted himself from her and
pulled free, so too did everything he'd raped into a grotesque viscera of slop
and filth cling to his endowment and tear itself out of her body. She writhed
there, breathless, unable even to scream now. Just a gurgling, bloodsoaked
mass of filth. A fourteen foot giant turned cocksleeve. Hollowed out and
empty now that her Daddy had pulled free. And the only reason she didn't
collapse then was because he immediately fed himself back into her husk of
a body for his climax that came thereafter.

The gruesome, disgusting, brutal SNAP and CRUNCH that came with his ball
burying slam collapsed the canine's spine like a twig. Not only that...it broke
her neck just as well. She was truly, utterly, crippled. Everything from her
obliterated asshole, up to her bulging, shackled, split-open throat....it was just
a paste of red gore and filth. By all standards she should've been dead now, if
not earlier, but it didn't happen. She lived, she suffered, she
endured...because he made it so. The explosion of his congealed, molten,
clumped slop truly threatened to rip her neck off of her shoulders with how
the front of the dickbitch's throat tore itself open. The result of her Daddy's
obscenely massive dickhead plunging up through it and tearing the flesh
away like wet paper. Her arms gave way in time with her legs then. She went
limp and hung upon his girth and length as the freak-child shot his load all
over her insides...before leaving the shebull to barf and sob forth the rest of it
in a grotesque, beautifully nightmarish geyser from her slackjawed and
broken maw. Fourteen feet of what had once been something amazing and
impressive was, now, fourteen feet of limp, gaping, destroyed meat. The
outwards expansion that came with his ultimate orgasm through her corpse-
like, hive-breeding body was the final straw. It utterly obliterated the canine's
spinal column and ribcage. It blended her heart and lungs into an infested
gore. It left her entire pelvis and chest cavity a hallowed out, sickening mess.

So massive was this freak at that moment that even her thighs split down
towards her knees, exposing bone and flesh, tearing them open as a means
of giving him enough width to properly fill out her gargantuan body. Proof.
Proof that he was more than she could've ever handled. And yet...she lived.
As he retracted that azule member, soaked in red, from her deformed
self....she still felt all of it. Her vision nothing but red, her eyes eaten and
destroyed by his parasites....she fell down into the pond of sludge they'd
rutted in and simply lay there. Legs spread outwards in a perfect horizontal
line from her hips....her arms much of the same...head turned to the side. She
lay there. Her fingers and toes twitched in the most distant of mannerisms,
signifying the screaming, burning, agonizing pain that was still killing her
infinitely within her heart, soul, and mind because of his refusal to let her die.
Even then...he just added to it. A literal fuel to the fire that ignited another
voracious, nightmarish scream from the canine as his piss burned her fur and
flesh like the toxic acid it was. And all she could do was lay there, destroyed,
and take it.

Daddy's destroyed, broken, conquered, Pain Pup.

------Little Azulelips curled into a deranged smirk as he gazed at that prone

puppy of his, having soaked her entire furry form with piss. Even in the
wasted state he'd made her, lying in a puddle of the decay they'd made, she
looked especially worthless. It would've been natural for her to be dead
already, yet that soul of hers, that control of her existence itself meant that
she would never even have the sweet release of death unless he willed it,
and naturally, her torture was his bliss. Her pain was his pleasure. So she
would never feel an end to her pain. She would never die. Her ravaged soul
had been made into his toy, and her with it, forever to be a broken bitch
again and again and again. Such was her new life. He smiled as he walked
over to her face, and gazed at her unseeing eyes. His will stimulated her soul,
making her insides tremble with the instinct to recover. And soon she would.
Yet today was not that day. He would let her remain the broken husk that he'd
made her, before he again destroyed her and broke her down. Such was the
sole purpose of her existence. Musing of this, his little palm extended down
toward the head of the pup, defiled and dead-looking, petting it with a bright,
cheerful smile like a child. And then he dragged her through the muck of filth
beneath them, drawing her along to follow him like a pet, though she was but
a shell of the mighty beast that she had been. A behemoth of a woman
reduced to less than a person. To less than a pet. He couldn't help but desire
to show off the vile dick bitch's transformation. And so he took her along,
forever his Pain Pup.

And there will certainly be more for her.