Abigail's Maggot Dream

Abigail loved filth despite her cute and girly appearance. Tiny, barely more than five feet tall and a pale brunette, no one looking at her on the street could have guessed at her horrible and vile kinks and pleasures. How she came to be that way, she didn’t care, nor did she know, but almost as soon as she started to discover sex and porn on the internet, she also started looking at very dark pleasures. At only 19, she just knew that she wanted to become the most disgusting creature on the planet in the pursuit of her own sexual pleasure. 

A year ago when she had turned 18, she had met a man, known to her as farmer Jackson, who had promised her that he could give her the ultimate in disgusting experiences, and she had taken him up on his offer and joyfully become his slave. For the last year she had served him on his farm, acting as barely more than an animal. She didn't bathe, was fed scrapes, and generally spent her time immersed in shit, piss, and vomit. She was sickly, horny, and thrilled. Finally though, he had promised her that he would take her as far as possible, so far in fact that she might not survive. He had told her that, and she knew he wasn’t exaggerating. She had cum right there and then. She needed it. 

He woke her in the late afternoon from the muddy and piss filled dog house that she slept in and led her around to the back of the farm, to a set of compost bins that she hadn’t seen before, baking out in the hot evening heat. A few bins also hung from the trees, which she found odd, but was too excited to question it.

“You’re certain you want this?” asked the man, Jackson, while donning the protective gloves and clothes that he would need. She loved filth and he loved making her as fucked up as possible, but that didn’t mean that he loved getting dirty too. 

“I do,” Abigail said confidently. “Even if it kills me.”

Jackson grinned and shook his head. “You really are a fucked up slut aren’t you?” 

Abigail just nodded and smiled and looked longingly at the compost bins. He rolled his eyes and dragged her over and opened up one of them. The smell was nauseating as she could see a pile of rotting fruit and mold, with a swarm of fruit flies buzzing around it. “Get in”

Abigail happily clambered in and sank into the soft fruit and mold. She could see thousands of fruit fly larvae crawling about in it. Without orders, she started to roll about in the stuff, covering her body in the moldy, vile stuff. 

Jackson reached in and grabbed a particularly moldy and fruit fly ridden apple. “Dinner” he said, and Abigail set about devouring the whole thing, core and all. It tasted vile and it churned her empty stomach. It had been three days since she had last gotten food, and she knew it was to make room in her stomach for this. After the apple he kept handing her more and more.

He gave her a pear, still half firm that when she bit into held a pocket of rot and maggots. She felt the little larvae crawling over her tongue and stuck it out for Jackson to see. Then with an unsteady gulp, she swallowed it all and kept going. That wasn't even the worst of the lot that she found. Some were so rancid and bitter that it was a true struggle to swallow. Yet she carried on, until she could take it no longer, retching with every bite. Her stomach bulged out slightly and she felt sick, and so incredibly horny. Her pussy dripped with more than the fermenting juices of the fruits.

“Alright bitch, get out of there for a few minutes” he said, and Abigail climbed back out, now absolutely disgusting. “Move over here" he said, leading her towards a covered panel that he revealed to be a mirror. She loved the pig that she saw in it and wanted more.

Jackson gave her the order that she could cum, so she gathered up a few maggots and a blackened banana peel and held it tightly over her clit. The caustic juices stung, and the maggots squirmed. It wasn't long before she moaned and shuddered, and then lay on the ground shaking slowly.

Once she was finished he walked over to the tub that was hanging from the tree. “Know what’s in here?” he asked and she shook her head, unable to see into it. “Take a look then” he said, lowering it to the ground and opening the lid. It looked like a soup of some kind, until she noticed the rice was moving. It was maggots, thousands of them swimming around in a vile liquid, likely some kind of animal broth. "Still want this?"

Abigail cautiously reached a hand in and felt them swarming around her hand. She looked up at Jackson and nodded a fearful once. This was worse than anything she had ever done before. He gave her a ring gag and she fastened it around her head. It held her mouth open wide and her tongue rolled back into her throat. Jackson then grabbed her hair and lowered her face towards the fluid. Then he dunked her. She did her best to keep her eyes open, and to tongue around her mouth but it was so repulsive and bitter that she struggled. When he lifted her face from the tub a moment later, maggots and spoiled bone broth poured from her open mouth. She saw maggots tumbling out of her mouth, and could take it no longer. She vomited up the rotted fruit and mouthful of maggot stew, and Jackson caught it in a bucket he had at the ready.

"Naughty bitch" he said and she moaned apologetically. "No matter, I suppose I may be able to use this later, and now your stomach is empty again. She moaned sadly. He looked down at her and laughed. "I will give you an option Abigail, consider it one of the last decisions of your life. Do you think you can drink this without throwing it back up, or should I fill up your stomach another way. 

Abigail knew what he meant, and she shuddered. Either way, that rot was going to find a way inside, and with the most fucked up thought, she wondered which way she would be able to keep it within her the longest. After internally deliberating for almost a minute, she turned and stuck her ass in the air, shoving her face into the mud and dirt and pulling her cheeks apart. "I don't think I can't throw them up, sir," she said. 

"Good girl" he said and left her there for a moment. When he came back he had a pulley system and a hose, and he got to work. He hoisted the tub up higher and connected the tube to a spout on the bottom. The other end he buried deep in her ass. "Ready?"

Abigail nodded and he unkinked the hose. Right away she could feel the hot fluid flowing into her. So much, so quickly, the tub had to be holding at least a gallon, if not more. Her stomach churned, but she managed to keep herself from throwing up again. Then the biting began. Sharp little nibbles inside her gut. She yelped and clutched at her stomach and Jackson laughed. "These ones can bite you, and some may actually burrow into you. You are infested Abigail!" He laughed and she moaned and started to rub herself hard. A few moments later she came and realized that the first tub was empty and her stomach was bulging. She honestly appeared pregnant. And it hurt, stung, and the little bites continued as she was cramping, and she loved it. Jackson pulled the hose from her ass and then had her lie on her shoulders so her legs and ass were straight up in the air. She could see fluid leaking from her ass and maggots crawling between her legs in the mirror. There were hundreds there, and countless more in her stuffed stomach. Jackson then grabbed some needles and thread, and a bunch of superglue and deftly and very painfully closed up her ass hole. She knew when he was done that the maggots were inside her, and that was where they would be staying. 

She moaned and shuttered, mouthing a thank you to him. Then he showed her a second tub and smiled. She was thrilled. They weren't done yet. She stayed in the same position as he tied her legs up and apart and then inserted a large speculum into her pussy. He maneuvered it around until he could see her cervix at the back. He then grabbed a thinner tube and a large liter syringe and filled it till it was full and worked the tube into her womb. She knew her most private of places was about to be stuffed with this nasty concoction. Jackson pushed down on the syringe, hard.

Abigail cried out as her uterus filled with maggots. She would probably be sterile now, if she hadn't been already. Jackson was almost able to drain the syringe, but there were still a few maggots left. He pulled the tube out however and then turned around and dropped his trousers and with well practiced motions, he dropped a fairly soft clay like shit into her pussy. She knew when he withdrew the speculum it would seal her pussy up, holding the maggots in her womb. Jackson then drew up another syringe full and worked the tube into her urethra and pumped it full to nearly bursting. Abigail's stomach was distended and swollen and she knew what it was full of. When he withdrew the tube he sealed her urethra with more super glue. He also pulled out the speculum and superglued her pussy lips together. "Think you can cum?" He asked and she groaned, her stomach so swollen and full of vileness. She could feel the maggots inside her squirming about in every hole. Desperately her body tried to piss and shit but her holes were sealed. 

Yet she still reached for her clit and found it stuck beneath her glued pussy lips. She moaned and shook her head. Without her clit, she wouldn't be able to make herself cum. "Not by myself sir" she said.

"Would you like me to help? It will come at a price if you do." She hesitated and tried rubbing her clit again but then nodded. He pulled out a vibrator and held it tightly against her pussy, drawing her up to the edge, and then he stopped. She let out a confused mewl and stared at him. He laughed as she cramped and clutched at her stomach. "I'll be right back." 

When he returned he was holding a bench with a wire frame at one end and clear restraints for her arms and legs. She had to be helped onto it and then she was tied down. The wire frame held her head in place so she could see her face in the mirror and had special clamps for her eyes to keep them wide open. He then knelt down and pulled out a scalpel and a small container of the maggots and some tweezers. First he lifted one of the maggots and placed it on her eye as she watched in fascinated horror. Her eye began to water and she could see the little white creature crawling around on her exposed eyeball. He let it wander for a moment  and then pulled out a syringe and numbed the area around her right eye and the eye itself. Then he took the scalpel and cut an incision into her eyeball. It was strange, suddenly losing sight in one eye and watching it, unable to look away and unwilling to either. Then he took a piece of what she thought was rotting meat and placed it in her cut eye, along with a number of maggots. When the vibrator hit her pussy, Abigail came instantly, watching as maggots wriggled around in her eye. 

When her body stopped shuddering from the cramps and the orgasm, Jackson undid her restraints and let her touch her rotting eye. She smiled at him. "Thank you sir, I never even imagined that we could go this far." She looked down and rubbed her swollen stomach. "Thank you so much."

"I can't believe that you can thank me after this you filthy creature, but you are welcome, and we're far from done." He looked her over and shook his head. "You have one more choice to make." She took a deep breath to calm herself so that she could think over the pain in her stomach and growing pain in her eye as the numbing wore off. "Would you like to be left in one of these bins to rot, or would you like to wait until morning for a potentially very quick, very certain demise?"

Abigail considered it. A long time spent rotting away in one of the tubs, plenty of time to try to cum, and Jackson might pull her out and she could yet survive, or certain death in something that could be spectacular. "I want the second option," she declared.

"Are you certain? I won't let you change your mind once you know how it is going to end."

Abigail took another deep breath and nodded.

"Alright, come with me then" he said and forced her to waddle after him as he walked towards one of the barns. She entered a few moments after him, and was met by a spray of water. She leapt back in shock and tried to fight it off. Her filth would be washed away! Jackson laughed and grabbed her and hosed her down. "I assure you, this will be worth it Abigail. Trust me." And so very reluctantly she allowed him to scrub her down and get her skin generally clean and then shaved her head. Then after he had gotten her outsides cleaned, he sprayed her down with what she thought was some kind of oil. 

He led her to a long, coffin-like cylinder and opened it and she realized what it was. A tanning bed. She was prone to sunburns and now covered in oil, she was primed to burn badly.

"First we have to prime your tough skin for an infection,'' he said. "Get in." She did, ignoring how it could cause cancer, since she wouldn't be alive long enough to care. He handed her a couple of pills. "These should make the pain manageable and make sure you survive till morning." Unquestioning she took them and swallowed them with a gulp. He placed a patch over her good eye to protect it and started to walk away. "The bed will turn on at the right time for you to start cooking. Have a good final night Abigail." The barn door closed and she was alone. 

The cramps were horrible for another half hour, and then the pain faded away. She knew it was the painkillers, and that the maggots were doing no less harm to her than before. The swollen bloat of her body assured her of that. For hours she lay in the dark, reveling in the thoughts of what might come tomorrow. Would Jackson drown her in maggots? Let them crawl all over her while she was tied down in a field? Bury her in the manure pile? She came again and again, twisting her nipples and using a vibrator that she had found in the bed. 

Even though she was blind in one eye, and the other was covered, she knew when the lights turned on. The heat started as the feeling of sunlight on her skin but soon the whole chamber was stifling hot. At least an hour in, Jackson came in, gave her some water, and sprayed her with something as she turned over. He didn't take her blindfold off, so she couldn't see how terrible the sunburn was. This repeated a few times, and Abigail figured she was in the bed for at least 4 hours, if not more. When Jackson opened it for the fourth time he told her to get up but to do so carefully. She did and he guided her a few steps, her legs stiff and her stomach cramping so badly that she couldn't stay up straight. When they stopped he pulled off the eye patch and she could see herself in the mirror. Jackson had turned her into a masterpiece. She was bright red, and little yellowish blisters of pus covered her, her skin peeling back in some places.  Some were already oozing and though she couldn't really feel it, her skin seemed paper thin. Her stomach stretched out over a disgusting sloshing gallon and a half of rot and maggots, she could see the muscles twisting and spasming. And then her infected eye caught her attention, black and purple, small maggots still crawled in and out of it, and the eye itself seemed totally destroyed, dead tissue was all that was left. An ooze of fluid also was dripping down her legs, and as Jackson helped her spread them, she could see the necrosis of infection there as well, though still hidden by how she was sealed up. "I'm beautiful,'' she whispered. 

"The painkiller spray I've been using on you should wear off in a bit. You're going to crawl to your final stage of your life before that does, or the pain is going to be pretty bad." He pointed down at the floor. She got on her knees and the pressure on them popped a number of the blisters. Then she started crawling after him, doing her best to keep up and so incredibly excited to see her final defilement. He led her through a gate and across a pasture to a field. She could smell something horrible in the wind but what she saw was better than she could have hoped. In the center of the field she could see the bloated, overstretched and decomposing remains of a whole cow. It had been tied up so that its legs were spread apart and straight up into the air, lying on its back. Abigail came right there and then. Jackson suited up in a hazmat suit and then led her over next to it. She was gagging with each breath she took. "Its been here for almost a week, and I had it covered so that no predators could get to it. Only the flies and the maggots.'' 

"Thank you so much. It's better than anything I could have imagined." Jackson just smiled and led her around to the creature's asshole. Shit and other foul things leaked from it. 

"Shove your head in.'' Abigail cautiously approached, retched, and then grabbed the edges of the hole, which gave easily and tore enough. Taking a deep breath, she jammed her head into it. Inside, she vomited the pitiful contents of her stomach out and tried to look around, but it was just dark. She felt the blisters on her face popping and stinging as shit and rotting maggot juices got into her open, oozing wounds. She wasn't sure how long she should keep her head inside and eventually pulled it out when she ran out of breath. Jackson smiled. "How does it smell in there?"

"Perfect," she said with a smile.

"Hahaha, here" he said, handing her a knife. "Make that hole a little bit larger for me, about a foot should do." Abigail took it and made the cut, the knife easily cutting the rotted carcass. Guts and liquid spilled out onto her as she did and she retched again. 

"Now what?" She asked. 

"Get in," Jackson said and her mouth dropped a little. She pointed at the hole and he nodded. "Feet first"

Carefully she worked her feet in the steaming, stinking hole, feeling them slide up against entrails and other internal organs all in the process of being decomposed. Her knees and thighs slid in easily and then came her bloated stomach. She had to stretch the cow over herself, popping the blisters there, and slowly work her way in, but she managed it. Her arms and breasts quickly followed as she could feel the hot rotting remains covering her, squishing and breaking onto her and covering her in the maggots and other things inside. Once her shoulders slipped in she looked back over to Jackson. He reached down and pushed her head in. Her face was still visible and she could breath when he pulled out a large needle and thread. "I'm going to close this hole up. I want you to either eat out an air hole, or you can suffocate in there. Also, if I see you do it anywhere other than the udder, I am just going to shoot you to get this over with." 

Abigail didn't fear dying, but she did want it to be slow, so the threat still scared her. Still, she took a deep breath and plunged herself further in and got to work. She found she could push her way through most of the remains just by pushing her head forward and basically sitting upright inside the cow. She could feel the bones of its spine pressing into her sore pussy, and she felt like the skin there might be tearing. The lining of the stomach cavity was her first challenge and she had to violently rip it with her teeth, and after the bite she could feel maggots crawling around in her mouth. She kept going, tearing and biting with her teeth as her breath began go to fun short. Every bite she swallowed made her retch, but she did it with pleasure. She was guessing where the udder was, hopeful that she wouldn't break through elsewhere. When she did finally rip her way to the surface, she panicked and tried to figure out if it was the right spot. Her body heaved with its need for air, and the smells that filled it made it so difficult to take a deep breath. Out of her one good eye she was pretty sure she could see a rotted nipple and so she broke through further and stuck her head out of the cow. She was on the edge of the udder, probably close enough. She looked around for Jackson and saw him standing on a hill a hundred feet away. "I'll be back in an hour. Enjoy your maggot bath until then."

For the next hour, Abigail was in pain and ecstasy. She popped as many of the blisters as she could find, hopeful that maggots would find their way inside and the painkillers wore off, and the burn truly began to hurt. She didn't move much, just lying there and enjoying the terrible sensations of her body becoming rot.  Her insides felt the worst. Sharp pains and a constant ache came from it. The cramps were weakening as she did, but they still were a regular event. At one point, she felt a sudden release of pressure in her bladder, but when she felt her pussy, it still felt tightly sealed, even though her fingers sank into her own flesh and she pulled off a large chunk of skin and other flesh. She came as she realized she was falling apart and that her bladder had likely burst within her.

 She was feverish and starting to fall out of consciousness when Jackson returned with a large mirror. She didn't much realize what was happening when he cut open the cow and split it so that she could see herself lying in the now exposed pile of entrails and other organs. Her body was swarming with maggots, with hundreds of festering wounds on her skin, where it was still intact and wasn't just starting to slough off of her in great blackened necrotic sheets. When Jackson broke some smelling salts beneath her nose to bring her back she looked at the mirror in awe. "One final act" he said as she broke out of the feverish thoughts and handed her the knife. "Cut yourself open so you can see your insides." He placed the vibrator against her blackened, rotting pussy, and she didn't tell him that it didn't do much since her clit was probably long dead. 

Instead she smiled at him, whispered "Thank you" and plunged the knife into her stomach and tore it across. It was like popping a water balloon and she deflated instantly with a rush of black and brown fluids. Thousands of maggots poured out and over her, along with her intestines and other internal organs. They were blackened and rotting and when she pulled open the flaps of her stomach she could still see that almost every surface inside of her was infested by them. With a final act, she grabbed her pussy and pulled hard, tearing the rotting flesh away and she brought it to her mouth. She came one final time as she tried to swallow it, and moments later her vision faded out and she knew she was dying. Abigail had truly done what she had wanted, become the most disgusting creature in the world.

Jackson walked away after she stilled, leaving the corpse to be devoured by the maggots and whatever else might try to do so.