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 This is a story I started with decent aim but kind of lost control of.  I
will probably use the setting or something in the future.

   Part One: Welcome to Filthiville

   Welcome to Filthiville, population 10,000.  That's not a huge number,
but for the kind of city this is, that's shockingly large.  You see, ever
since the Radical Free Love party took over entirely fifty years ago,
things have been very different.  People have been allowed to do a lot of
erotic things they weren't allowed to before they took over.  Now it is a
debauched utopia.  Almost anything goes under the new laws, which are very
simple.  The new National Sex Law is as follows: if you can justify that
your actions got you off in some way or another, it is legal with the
following exceptions: You may not damage someone else's property, you may
not fatally wound anyone, murder anyone, or mutilate anyone, and most
controversially, rape is perfectly legal if you can get the victim to swear
they enjoyed it, which would negate their status as victim.  This caused a
strange trend in rape.  The less skilled fuckers stopped raping, fearing
the worst (punishment is Hell for such loose laws), and the good lovers
went on the prowl, resulting in the raunchiest orgies in the alley ways
with "victims" soon to forget that status.  But other than that, the laws
outside of sexual things stayed pretty much the same to try and lessen
danger.  More importantly, mindsets were still the same all over the
country.  A lot of people had a problem with this because of backwards
mindsets founded in ignorance.  What eventually ended up happening was a
bitch on mapmakers.  Radical Free Lovers (RFLs) ended up being sent to
certain towns while Conservatives were sent to other towns on the other
side of the country.  Chosen segregation, really.  This brings us to the
beginning of my story...  My name is Simon and I live in Filthiville, a
small town somewhere around where San Francisco used to be.  The tradition
in this town is something that has been deep rooted since my
father/grandfather helped found this town 20 years ago.  Before you ask, I
have very little notoriety around the town, but I take advantage of the few
benefits I get from the relation.  But the tradition is fairly simple: Keep
all last names to a minimum.  Not a law or anything, but when my
father/grandfather and his pet (a 13 year old Puerto Rican girl who knew no
English at all outside of dirty slang for sexual anatomy) founded the town,
all the families started a tradition to try and keep their last names the
only names in the town.  These were about 100 names or so, of 100 regular
sized families.  It's largely in vain, more and more people come to Filthy
(nickname for the city) every day from all over, but it's fun fucking
around the family for the tradition's sake.  Filthy was a porta-john of a
city.  All different types of filths from all kinds of mysterious and
possibly dangerous backgrounds.  Fetishes for everything under the sun.  I
can't begin to name it all, but it ranged from family fucking to scat games
and added feces to your diet to recreational horse fucking to fungus
licking to training little girls to grow up thinking they are a fuck toy
for anything.  It was sick and bizarre.  Thanks to advances in science, we
were all immune to being born retarded due to inbreeding, we couldn't get
STDs (which now includes things from all fetishes like ringworm from pet
screwing).  If you were a child in an orphanage (which there were plenty
of), you were put up for auction.  The toddler section of the complexes had
people hired just to take the cherries of certain kids so they would sell
to a certain crowd.  It was all fucked up, and it was all very legal.  Drug
use was high in places like this.  Mostly soft drugs, but sometimes you
came across hard shit.  At any rate, other than the drugs, the crime was
very low.  People let all their demons out with fucking whenever and
however, and it was largely a utopia.

   Part Two: My family Okay, long story short.  As I said, my family in
Filthy starts with my father/grandfather, Ron.  As soon as the RFL took
over, be bought a preteen from Puerto Rico and got busy.  When the divide
happened, they had to find a new place to settle.  She was 13 and knew no
English outside of dirty words and was restricted from learning them.  She
was a pet, and her given name was Cocoa (Ron named her after a brown dog he
had when he was a child).  They found their way to a district of San
Francisco where others like them were living, and in a year they had
developed the beginnings of Filthiville.  Then Cocoa was 15, she gave birth
to my mother, Tammy.  Then Ron got Cocoa fixed and together they raised
Tammy in their incredibly fucked up ways (maybe a story for another time).
When Tammy was 14, Ron filled her womb full for a whole two days, only
breaking to eat and nap.  At the end of the ordeal, Tammy was weak, laying
across her soaking bed, drenched in all kinds of putrid smells.  Come,
spit, piss, shit, more come.  Her heart pumped fast and she blacked out. 
When she woke up a month she was told she was pregnant.  That child turned
out to be me.  I was born when she was 15 years old.  When I was born, my
mother, Tammy, was given to me.  From day one she was mine and her duty was
to please me as a wife, mother, and a pet.  At the time I am 18 years old.
Mom is 33, short, very busty with shoulder-length dark brown hair.  She is
a very sexy sort of plump with a great ass made for love.  Dad died six
years ago.  We live in our own penthouse with Cocoa, 48 and still knowing
no English, still a pet, my daughter Becca, my little 13 year old Indian
pet, Jingles, and my second wife/pet, Jan.  My daughter, Becca, is very
well educated and raised in a slutty-classy way.  She is eleven and has
pale skin like like her parents and dark brown hair and has a great ass
even for her age, like our mom.  At age four, I gave her the last thing she
would ever wear around the house.  It was an adjustable white loin cloth
that would change to fit her as she grew.  When I gave it to her, it came
down to her knees.  Now that she's 11, it is a funky colored micro skirt.
It comes down about a half inch below her crotch, the bottom of her ass
hanging from it.  I don't know what she'll do when she grows more.  The
color change came from the fact that it was never to be cleaned.  Over time
it picked up stains from myriads of shit, come, piss, and all kinds of
bodily fluids.  Maybe one day I will start getting her sexy bras and tops
to match, but for right now her breasts are too perky not to be paraded. 
On top of the pseudo-wife my mother made for me, I ended up marrying
another very lovely lady, Jan.  She has long, black hair, and is fairly
thin with some...  exceptions.  Her breasts and ass and thighs and hips are
juicy and round, but firm.  She's the best, and I love when she and mom
compete for my pleasure.  These are the stories of my family (pets
included) and town...

   Part Three: A Day Before Work

   It was a very normal day for me.  I woke up in my large north Filthy
penthouse on the 17th story of our only tall-ish building.  My bed was
still wet from the night before.  My mother/wife was passed out ass-up in
the floor, her hair almost gelled back with come.  From the end of her hair
line the her nipples she was brown, dried shit clinging to her.  My pet
Jingles was tied to the ceiling by her wrists, her feet connected by ropes
to either side of the room, and a huge dildo up her ass.  This was her bed.
She, like my daughter, lived with me in my room.  My mom and other wife
share a smaller room adjacent to mine.  I like them, but it's my little
girls I want with me in the middle of the night.  Coca lived out of a
storage room in the stairwell to the roof.  She nothing but a hotplate and
a blanket, we paid her for being our maid in other necessities, but other
than that, she wasn't very different from a dog.  She used the bathroom on
the same floor she was living off of.  As I woke up more I noticed my Donna
had.  My morning wood was all the was inside of her.  As I began to lift
Becca off of my prick, I saw it was smeared and coated with her shit, heavy
and thick from the dinner the night before.  I yelled for Cocoa, who knew
her name.  She was in the kitchen cleaning up from where we all got drunk
and high and attempted to make a diarrhea popsicles last night.  She came
in wearing nothing but filth smeared all over her.  I pointed to my brown
cock and Cocoa started lapping and sucking vigorously to get all of the
shit off of me.  I once my prick was clean and my load was blown all over
the used-up old pet's tonsils, I got out of bed and got dressed in my
moist, smelly briefs that were on the floor, a shirt from a pile and some
khakis from another pile, pull on my shoes and head out to work.  I work at
City Hall, as I am the founder's son.  I am heavy into the politics of the
town, but my control is small.  It's a fun job and the benefits are nice. I
made my way out of my building and onto the street to head a few blocks
down to my office at City Hall.  On my way out of the door I see toddlers
in strollers with dildo seats.  I pass a lady picking up her dog's shit and
eating a piece of it, stuffing the rest in her bra for later.  As I get
within a few feet of my building, on the large front steps, I spot a very
out of place but not so uncommon thing: A bitch looking to be about 60 with
her white hair up in a bun waving about a sign that says "Read about Sodom
and Gomorra, Sinners!" and shouting "Turn away from sin!" She wore a long
denim skirt and turtle neck shirt.  Aside from her grey hair, she had aged
very well.  A few wrinkles, some extra weight, a little sag, but over all
was a good looking older woman.  I walked over to her with a smile on my
face.  "Hi, I'm Simon Franks, I'm a politician here in Filthy, I told her."
"You're a sinner is who you are!" she yelled.  We got people like this
every once in a while.  They come from the super conservative areas to
protest.  We don't get it very often at all, though.  A lot of people are
afraid of coming here.  Usually it's older women who think they are old and
ugly enough to be safe.  I hate those bitches, and I love to do my job and
represent Filthy.  "What makes you say that, madam?" "You live in the
modern sodom!  You people are disgusting!  You go against God in all kinds
of ways.  Family fucking, animal fucking, children, strangers, people of
the same sex.  You people get off with bodily waste and harm and
inhumanities.  You're going to Hell when God makes these cities fall!" "I'm
sorry that you fell that way," I told her.  "We don't really feel that way
here, though.  Why, look over there." I pointed to a young couple--by that
I mean two preteens--with their doberman, the boy assfucking it and the
girl sucking it off.  "They're doing a community service by not hiding that
in their homes." Her eyes widened, she was clearly in complete shock.  She
started screaming out for Jesus and asking him to save us, screaming for us
to repent.  I smiled and watched her.  People all around were staring.  One
woman who worked in my office walked by, wearing more than she usually does
to work by deciding to put on a harness with a dildo and anal plug.  She
stopped and got up near my ear so I could hear her over the old bitch's
screaming.  "What's that cunt's issue?" she asked.  "She thinks God told
her this was wrong, but she's confused," I told her.  My coworker looked at
me puzzled as all Hell.  I decided to fix this old bitch.  "If she wants to
say stupid shit, so will I." I walked behind her and grabbed her by the
throat and mouth, shutting her up, muffling her pleas.  "THis old whore
thinks she knows god!" I shouted.  "She thinks god has a problem with the
lives we live.  Well, I have news for the old hag.  God doesn't live in the
sky!" I uncovered her mouth, she remained silent in shock and fear.  I got
in her ear, speaking loud enough for the onlookers to hear.  "Do you know
where god lives?" "...N...No sir..." she stuttered, spitting and sobbing.
She is old and weak and cannot fight, just be scared.  "He lives in your
shit!  Right everyone?" A few people laughed and agreed.  One guy shouted
"All women's shit!" They were joking, our religion is actually just
blasphemous hedonism, there's nothing so specific and no gods, but we
wanted to lead her on.  I reached down and took my pants off, then released
my rock hard erection.  It nodded with every throb.  "Oh...  oh God..." she
muttered "That's right.  God." I pushed the old bitch to the steps on her
back and pinned her there.  "God is who I am going to introduce you to."
"Please...  don't..." "You know so much about god?!  Let me get you
acquainted with your real Lord," I said as I pulled up her denim skirt and
tore her granny panties off to the side.  The on lookers were laughing and
clapping as I pulled her legs up, pinning her knees to her chest.  I didn't
cover her mouth, part of the fun was seeing what crazy shit they'd shout. I
forcefully licked her asshole enough to not hurt me when I shoved my way
in, then proceeded to put my cock head to her budding, brown, wrinkled
asshole.  "By the way, you might bleed for god at first, but that's
understandable." I shoved my rock hard cock into her asshole as hard and
fast as I could, tearing it badly.  Inside her I could feel the shit
enveloping my cock.  "Please kill me," she screamed at first, too ashamed
to carry on, I suppose.  "Why would i want to do that?" I asked her calmly
as I continued to plunge away at her shit oven.  "I am a politician here,
if I killed someone I might lose my job or something..." I let out a little
chuckle and started to pound her harder.  After a while of this, I slipped
my dick out of her bloodied asshole.  It was caked extremely thick with her
turds, almost half an inch.  My dick was heavy with the coating.  I picked
her up by her hair and put her into doggy position, then readied to push my
shitty dick into her cunt.  She wasn't protesting anymore, but I wasn't
sure why.  As I pushed it, it proved to be a bit tighter than I would have
imagined.  The shit on my dick gathered on her labia, but as I pounded, she
moistened and it began to mix for a nice lube.  I pounded her cut with my
shit stick for a good ten minutes before she began to moan and scream
"Hallelujah!" I pulled my dick from her, and without me having to do
anything, she greedily went to my dick and shoved it down her throat,
licking and sucking it clean.  I pulled my dick from her mouth and told her
that she was welcome to stay in ton if she liked it.  Our Socialist
government would gladly house a wonderful senior citizen such as herself.
As I walked into work I shoved my stinky dick into my pants and walked to
the front desk to our receptionist.  Her name was Meagan and she was the
Mayor's daughter.  She had been getting into the business of service since
she was born.  When she turned 7 last October, the mayor decided it was
time for her to be the receptionist.  She was very good with people.  She
sat nude behind the glass desk.  You could see her flat chest and smooth,
hairless mound through the front of the desk.  I nodded to her to say good
morning.  When she went to answer, a HUGE load of cum dumped from her
mouth. She giggled and smiled at me.  "Sorry, the cabinet fucked my throat
and bet me that I couldn't feed it all to my mommy tonight when I got home.
I guess they won this time, but I've done it before..." The rest of the
work day went as normally as it could.  It was an average day, but those
are kind of rare, but there was nothing fun to report from work other than
the fact that George, a young page, gave us a good laugh when he came
running out of the mayor's office in a g-string and covered in puke.  He
had to do it on a dare or something, who knows?