Poor Lost Little Doggy
#11 of Sick Stuff - You Have Been Warned
As a foreword, I do not condone or support animal abuse. I have some really messed up stuff running around inside my head, though...
Poor lost little doggy. I'm so very glad that you wandered into my yard, yes I am. I'm sure your owners miss you very much. Too bad they'll never see you again, but that's what happens when you don't watch your animals properly. You're such a pretty little boy. I'll bet you're even AKC registered, aren't you? Pretty little German Shepherd like you, I'll bet they planned to stud you out once you were old enough. Of course, now that I have you, you're never going to know what it's like to have your cock knotted inside a bitch. What a pity. I'd wager you're barely a year old and look at the size of those balls already. You'd be a puppy-making machine in your prime.
It's okay, yelp all you like, no one will hear you. You look so cute with your legs taped to the table legs like that. I know the fire burns, especially against those tender little orbs, but you're not going to get away from it no matter how much you squirm. And with all that duct tape around your mouth and your forelegs pulled behind your back, you can't even bite or scratch when I burn your nose. Don't worry, though, I'm just getting started. I don't want to hurt you too badly just yet. That will come later. I'm just playing with you right now.
Puppies like to play, don't they? I bet you'll love this game. See this? It's a staple gun. Now just hold still while I put this against your paw pad. There, that was fun, wasn't it? Here, let me do your other paws. You sound so cute when you're squealing. Now they all match. Why don't we do your toes too? I bet you'd sound just like a tap dancer if I let you go now. Look how much you're bleeding! And I haven't even really hurt you yet. I've still got so many staples left. Should I staple your balls too? Or your nose? I know! How about I staple your ears to your skull? Now hold still while I pull them back. See? Now I can put all kinds of things inside your ears without any problem.
I love candles. Do you like the smell of this one? It's chocolate. Chocolate is bad for dogs, I know, but I'm sure you'll enjoy this. See how the wax melts? Isn't it pretty? It's very hot. That's probably why you're screaming so much. Does it hurt having it dribbled in your ears? Stop trying to get away from it. You're just going to choke yourself. Why don't I put some on your nose too? Isn't it such a nice smell? If you'd stop blowing the wax away, maybe you could smell it better. I guess I should save some of this. Scented candles are expensive after all, and I'm sure another pup will be in your place soon. You're certainly not the first one to be in that position.
See these? These are called vice grips. Don't they make a lovely sharp clack when they snap closed? You see this screw? If I tighten it up, it puts more force into the closing so that it gives a better grip. And this other handle helps me add even more pressure. Of course, if I screw it all the way in and close it on one of your toes and then squeeeeze like so... Did you hear that beautiful crunch as the bones were crushed? And look, I managed to shove the staple all the way through and out the other side. Of course, now it's bent all crooked and I'll never be able to get it out. I guess I'll just have to amputate. But first, I have fifteen more toes to break.
I didn't say you could pass out, did I? I don't like hitting dogs, especially puppies, but I will if I have to. If it's the only way to keep you awake, then that's what I'll do. It's no fun torturing you if you aren't able to feel the pain. See? If you were still passed out, I'd never get such a lovely squeal out of you while I play with these mangled little piggies, now would I? Since I've already hit, I suppose I might as well continue. I think I'll use the leather strap for now. Please do note how I've positioned your balls just off the edge of the table. Here's the reason why. Doesn't the strap make a just plain delicious crack as it smacks against them? And the way you jump is just adorable. And here's some for your paws, too. I've already broken them, so why not abuse them for a bit?
My arm is getting tired. Let's move on to something else, shall we? I think that cute little pucker beneath your tail could use some stretching. It's so tight and inviting. I think we'll use the small one first. Wow, you're tighter than I thought. I really had to shove that in there. Oh, stop crying, you're only bleeding a little bit right now. This is fine grit, too, just wait until we get to the rougher grains. Do you like the feel of that pumping inside of you? Here, let's move up to a larger bit. I'd use some lube normally, but you're bleeding enough. That went in much easier than the first one. Now let me get the drill attached to the bit and we'll give it a bit of a spin.
I told you not to pass out. I think I'll play with your cock for a bit before we move on to the big sander. The one thing I hate about dogs is the sheath. So annoying. Hides your shaft away from the world. Isn't it so much better hanging free? All puppies should be circumcised at birth, like humans are. Why don't we play with fire some more? I love the smell of roasting meat. Look how the flesh turns all black and crisp. If you roast meat long enough, it falls right apart in your hand. I love seeing how that little "bone" twitches when it has nothing on it any more.
I think it's time to amputate your toes. Wire cutters are best for this task, I've found. One good snip, and there goes the little piggie. That one won't be wee wee weeing home any time soon. And there goes the last one. Be glad I'm cauterizing your wounds, otherwise you might bleed out before the grand finale. Butane torches burn such a lovely shade of blue, don't you think? And why don't I give your cute little nose a nice scorching while I'm at it. And your eyes. They're such a beautiful shade of brown, but I think they look better blackened.
It's almost time for the big finish. But first, we have to finish breaking in your tight little ass, don't we? I'm going to need to really push to get this big bit inside of you. I know you're going to love this. If I give it a little spin while I'm pushing in, see how it just shreds your anus? You've got shit and blood all over your back side now. I bet it feels like I'm liquefying your insides, doesn't it? But that's not even the best part. You've been such a good boy for me. I'm almost ready to fuck you. But first, one last thing.
Those juicy little balls of yours, I've been so mean, neglecting them like this. Let's get them nice and toasty. Keep screaming like that and I'll cum before I even stick it in you. And now the vice grips. Isn't that just a lovely popping sound? There, now, you're all ready for me. And you're still tight even after all that. You squeeze so nicely when I pull on your forelegs. And if I pull them all the way up, like this, don't they sound nice when they dislocate?
Here comes the staple gun again. Look how the blood sprays when you blow it out of your nose. You're an artist, I swear! Fifteen staples in your muzzle and you're still able to breathe. Let's use a little more duct tape then. I love the squishing sounds your broken little hole makes while I fuck it. And so much blood, too. Are you ready for me to cum? I bet it will burn very nicely, all that salty spunk. Keep squirming like that, yes just like that. Here it comes, puppy!
You've been such a considerate little darling, dying for me like this. I know you're still alive right now, but it shouldn't take much longer for you to drown in your own blood. And don't worry about your owners finding out about what happened to you. I've got a lovely big furnace to burn you all up in. You're such a heavy boy. I'm glad you're not older, or I might have trouble carrying you. Oh, no, don't struggle now, it's far too late for that. One, two, three, and in you go! Now don't kick like that, you're scattering coals everywhere! Here, let me close to door, don't want to let the heat out, do we? I'm going to miss you puppy, but don't worry, I won't be lonely for long. The pound has a few dogs that are scheduled to be put down at the end of the week. I'm sure they'll be glad to let me take them off of their hands.