Sasha’s Puppies
Chapter 1
*Note* This story includes Pedophilia, Bestiality, Zoosadism, Rape, Necro, Gore: If this isn’t your bag don’t read.

It was the middle of winter, and I had finally finished converting my basement into the torture dungeon of my dreams. I had purposefully moved up north to an isolated region of North Dakota to hide my depraved desires from the watchful eyes of any close neighbors.

I had everything ready for a predicted massive storm due soon and last for the next couple of weeks. My provisions include enough food and supplies to last me until Spring. It was now time for me to enact my perverted plan to put my basement to some good use.

I drove west in an old car I kept for special trips. I always used stolen plates I lifted from an airport a few months back. My destination is a small town, some 75 miles from my home. This town was in the news recently because of a surge of teen mothers. This would fit nicely into my twisted plan because many of them were still too busy thinking of themselves and what they wanted than the needs of their unwanted offspring.

It was an innocent town other than the pregnant child problem. I knew which house I would find what I was looking for because of an AA group I attended. I'm not an alcoholic; this is a way I got information about this home to further plans. In a meeting, a man told the group that his 13-year-old had given birth to a baby girl. This would be ideal for my dream. I spent the next few months getting close to him. One day he asked me to be his sponsor. Then finally, he had fallen off the wagon. He was spending most of his evenings at the bar getting fall-down drunk. I drove him home from the bar several times because I'm a good sponsor. It was then I met his revolting fat cow of a daughter and his precious granddaughter Sasha.

This was probably the reason why she had gotten herself pregnant at 12. She had no mother or sober father there to teach her some important things. It seems the only lessons she learned were to take every opportunity for instant gratification. This would change very soon since my target was Sasha her 2-year-old daughter.

After driving some 2 hours, I parked the car a good 1/4 mile away. I quickly walked into the woods and headed towards the house, where my little prize was. As I crept up to the house, I noted that is about 9:30 yet fully dark, being that its winter. I sat still, looking to see if the daddy was home, but fully knowing that he was still knocking them down at the bar. The mud room's back door was unlocked because the frame was shattered from perhaps a well-placed kick. It was that easy to quietly let myself in. As I crept through the home, I saw that it was a wreck. There was trash, whisky bottles, dirty diapers, and rotting food everywhere. I saw a reasonably short hallway. At the first door was the 16-year-olds bedroom. Upon glancing in, the fat girl was only in panties and earbuds that were connected to the cell phone she was playing on. The room was messy, with clothes, trash, and a few used condoms next to her bed. That made me wonder if “drunk daddy” was the father and grandfather of the toddler.

I had no problems moving on from the 16-year-old room, as she was way out of the age range that attracted me. Even if I was drawn to 14-year-old kids, this one was a large fat child that had a cunt that would be baggy and malodorous. Fat children are just a step up from fat women.

I was about to turn away from the door when I had a twisted idea that involved the used rubbers. I slowly crept into the cow's room and collected two of the three next to her bed. I tied a knot into them to contain the spooge and pocketed them. I then proceeded to the toddler's room.

I entered the spare bedroom, which looked like a storage room with scattered boxes and overflowing trash bags. I started looking around to find the 2-year-old slut. The prize was in the corner, lying on the floor, with only a dirty blanket under her. She was only in a diaper and bare-chested. The sight of the little girl lying there with her flat chest exposed gave me an excellent erection. Strangely, she was not making any noise, yet she was awake, staring into space.

I reached down and picked the dark-haired beauty from the blanket, and she stank. It was not only the smell of pee and shit but something more gamy unwashed dog scent. I noticed her overflowing shit-filled diaper was about to fall off, so I gave the heavy nappy a tug, and it slid down her legs, leaving a trail. This exposed her entire malnourished body. Sasha ribs were clearly defined, her belly was sunken, and her hip bones were shown. Her pussy was hard to make out because of all the poop that was surrounding and packed into her baby groove. I reached down for the blanket to wrap her in. In doing so, a bottle of pills dropped from the dirty blanket. The bottle was half full and contained Oxycontin that I kept. That would explain why she was in such a strange state. The lazy mother was drugging her. Part of my twisted mind believed that I was rescuing her and not abducting this naked, drugged 2-year-old to use as a sex toy and dispose of when well-used.

I picked her up, clamped a hand tightly around her throat in case she'd come to, and screamed. I swiftly walked from the house the way I entered. When walking to the car in the woods, I loosened up somewhat but kept hold of her neck. I liked the feeling of holding her like this, and from time to time, on the hike back to the car, I would carry her by her neck only. I got a fun response of squirming and flailing limbs. That made my sadistic cock even more strained.

The car was becoming visible, and I was happy that the plan had gone flawlessly. Nothing would prevent her from being a disposable baby cum bag. I walked to the passenger side of the car, opened the rear door, and plopped her into the car seat. I took my time to strap her very tightly into it. I loved the sight of her naked body strapped up in the contraption. Before shutting the door took ahold of her tiny right nipple, twisting and pinching it very hard. That got her wailing and try to escape her restrains. I was able to take note that there was no way she could slip out of the car seat. Her nipple was now very purple looking and much larger than the left. I covered her nakedness with a blanket, then shut the door.

The drive home went well. She continued to sing her
distinguished song, which slowly turned into a whimper by the time I had driven into the garage. With the garage door shut, I opened her car door and saw I pinched and twisted her tiny nipple enough to cause it to bleed. That was not my intent, but shit happens in the heat of the moment. Unstrapping her was because each time I undid a buckle, it revealed red marks under the straps looking like somebody was whipping her.

I carried her into the house by her tiny neck, which seemed her favorite way – oh wait, it was my favorite. I did not set the puny toy down anywhere but went directly to the basement. In there, I had arranged a for her to call home. I had altered it to have a sturdy wooden cover and the sides lined with chicken wire. I didn't want any getaways. Once, it was in the crib with a thin blanket. I then saw the two-year-old's attention drawn to the corner of the room closest to her by the one female dog and her three pups.

In the corner was a spacious whelping pen that held a female English Mastiff, Eve, and her three bitch puppies. My plan was working as I had hoped. The pups - sex toys, were ten weeks old and easygoing. I asked the slut what puppy she liked best, but I didn't get an answer. I reached down and petted the puppies and fingered the bitch a bit. Eve's pussy was continually moist, even more so having had yelped three puppies. With my fingers wet and slimy fingers and gave the 2-year-old her first taste of dog pussy. The cunt did resist my cramming them into her mouth and down her tiny throat, gaging and spitting up from the intrusion.

I was hungry and went upstairs to get some breakfast, not before latching the crib securely. I figured I'd leave the baby-whore down in the cold basement without any food or water until I had taken a nice extended nap. Eve and the pups had food and water, so all was good. I was hoping that Sasha being alone, cold, and hungry would make her more compliant and start bonding with one of the fur-toys.