Author: Urquhart Devlin Title: Another World Summary: Adam, raised in a village which has cut itself off from the world. George and his family, living in a town in that exciting world outside. Join Adam as he explores the world, and meets the Northcotts, a family who make him feel right at home. Keywords: M F F+ f f+ g 1st cons inc ped sad scat snuff tort ============= Another World ============= by Urquhart Devlin -------- Prologue -------- “Adam, that’s dirty, leave her alone.” … “Stop that, Adam. You can see your sister doesn’t like it.” … “How many times, Adam? You know you can’t do that.” … “Go to bed now, you filthy little boy.” … “I heard what you were doing. There’ll be no more treats for you until you start behaving properly.” … “Why do you do that sort of thing, Adam? You know it’s disgusting.” … “It’s about your son. My daughter says he made an absolutely filthy suggestion to her.” … “This is serious Adam. Anything more like this and you’ll be up before the council.” … “Again?! You do realise everyone’s had enough of your behaviour Adam?” … “As you won’t agree to reform you must leave this village, never to return. Once you’ve seen the sins of the world we won’t have you back here.” **** This was it, Adam was finally leaving, he knew he’d never belonged in this isolated little village. Ever since he could remember he’d been in trouble, his thoughts and feelings so out of step with everyone around him. After twenty-four years, the stifling atmosphere had grown unbearable. He needed to get out, and he wasn’t going to try and deny who he was any more. Maybe somewhere in the world were people who felt as he did. He travelled light, his few possessions slung in a bag over his shoulder. First following a barely discernable track, eventually becoming a little-used path, growing into well-worn route, finally joining up to a metalled road. As he stepped out onto the road he looked to his right and saw the outline of a small town on the horizon. Reinvigorated, he hastened towards it. -------------------------- Chapter 1 – Meeting George -------------------------- At first the town looked little more than a larger, better built, version of his own village. It wasn't until he had almost passed through the suburbs that, rounding a corner, his eye was caught by a hoarding. The bright colours were advertising a club called ‘The Pain Zone’ with a strap-line of ‘One Down Every Night Or Your Money Back’. Adam couldn’t drag his eyes away, the poster clearly showed a scantily clad woman nailed to a cross. Completely distracted by this intriguing sight, he quite failed to notice the older man walking across his path. The stranger had his nose in a book and didn’t see Adam either. They collided quite hard. “I’m so sorry” Adam apologised, as he regained his balance. “No, no.” the other man hastened to reassure him, “It was as much my fault at least. I must learn not to walk and read at the same time. George Northcott by the way.” he held out his hand. “Adam Cooper” Adam replied, shaking the proffered hand. “I’m new here, literally just arrived. I don’t think I’m making a good impression.” “A newcomer, eh? Thought you might be. Where are you from?” “I used to live in Keelsham, it’s a little village a couple of days away. I really am sorry, I got rather distracted by the sights, this is the first time I've been away from home.” George glanced up at the billboard before gazing thoughtfully at Adam, taking in the young man’s flushed face and brightly dancing eyes. A cheerful smile playing on his lips, he replied, “Ah. An escapee from the sticks. In that case you must come home with me for some supper. I'm guessing you're pretty hungry by now.” Delighted to have found someone so friendly, so quickly, Adam accepted the invitation with pleasure. George led him along a couple of streets to a pleasant detached house on a quiet corner. **** “Hi darling, I’m home with a guest for supper.”, George's call brought a full-figured woman in her thirties out of a back room, and a scrabble of noise from upstairs. “I’d better introduce you quickly before the girls descend. Adam this is Ruth, my wife. Ruth this is Adam, he’s just arrived from one of the isolationist villages up north.” Ruth took Adam's proffered hand, before leaning closer to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, her dark rust hair brushing sensually across his face. As she drew back from him he took in her smooth pale skin, delicately spotted with freckles, and the enticing swell of her bosom under her plain cut cotton top. "Hello Adam." said Ruth, unashamedly looking him over with as much attention as he had to her, "You're most welcome." George barely had time for this brief introduction before three girls came tumbling into the hall, wearing matching cotton print dresses, blue ankle socks and pumps. The eldest, a slim blond and something of a beauty, looked at Adam with the same unashamed curiosity as her mother. “And now you must meet my daughters Adam. This is Beth, just fourteen.” he laid a hand on the blond. “This is Emily she’s ten.” he indicated a slightly plumper redhead. “And finally this is Sian, the baby at nine.” he laid his other hand on a small, blond, copy of the oldest sister. “George.” said Ruth, with the determined voice of someone who had been hard at work over a stove, “Adam can meet everyone properly over supper. If we don’t sit down now it’ll get cold.” She hustled everyone into the dining room. After a swift rearrangement to accommodate the extra mouth, everyone settled down to eat. **** “Yes of course I scream, it hurts.” The conversation over the supper table had taken, for Adam, a strange, but exciting, turn. His host’s wife Ruth, the shapely redhead sitting opposite him, looking stunning for a thirty-five year old mother of three, was describing how she liked to be fucked. And fucked was the word she used. “So you’re saying to be satisfied you need pain?” Where Adam had been brought up sex had not been a suitable topic of conversation for a dinner table, and anything more exciting than mechanical coupling had never been mentioned at all. He knew the basics of sex, but had never discussed his feelings with anyone, and had never certainly never imagined he could discuss them so openly. “That’s what most women here live for. I can still remember as clear as anything getting my virginity taken. The pain was just sensational. I feel the scars wrenching inside me even now, although to be honest only when George fists me." Ruth looked a little sad, "My cunt’s not as tight as it used to be." Adam fell silent. His first sight of Ruth's shapely curves, accentuated by her simple choice in clothes, had roused dark passions inside him. He might have been brought up thinking these thoughts were wrong, but the turn the conversation had taken was making him reconsider. This simple family conversation around a dining table was starting to open up a new world for him, and it was one where he wanted to live. George had been silent, studying the emotions crossing Adam's face. Now he turned to address his eldest daughter, "Beth, why don't you tell Adam about your first time? That was with a newcomer much like you Adam, less than a year ago now. I think you'll find it interesting." Beth was a little reluctant, but, encouraged by her mother, who was smiling proudly at her, she described in surprising detail how she’d lost her virginity. **** "And there I was lying on the table, hoarse from screaming, blood dripping from my pussy. I really knew what mum had been talking about after that." Beth finished, flush with excitement from her recall of the experience. Adam, amazed, turned to George, "And you were there through all that?" "Of course. We all were. A girl’s first time is nearly always a family event." Adam now addressed himself to his hostess, "And is 13 the usual age?" "Oh no. It's really up to the girl. We're usually quite late in our family. Our neighbour, Mr Robinson, his daughter was just six, but that's the youngest I've heard of." Sian piped up, "Daddy did her, didn't you daddy?" Before George could answer, Emily cut in, "Snuffed her you mean!", a smile playing on her lips. "That's true, I did do her completely." Adam was sitting silently, shocked and more than a little overwhelmed, with this last piece of information he knew he'd found where he was meant to be, but the speed of the discovery had left him dizzy. When he spoke it was in a dazed voice, "How did you manage that?" "Just lucky I suppose." "Oh don't be so modest," Ruth looked proudly at her husband. "I was there, remember? Half an hour ramming that eleven incher you have into her tiny virgin hole. I knew after ten minutes she was going to be lucky." "Lucky?" "Oh yes, getting that glorious pain on your first time, I'd have loved that." Adam sat, still a little stunned. He knew the people he’d been brought up with wouldn't be able to understand any of this, but he'd found his place. When Beth had pulled aside her knickers, to show off the scars around her almost hairless pussy, he thought he would burst with pleasure and relief. His brain was burning with new thoughts, finding somewhere his feelings fitted in so well. He let the conversation wash over him for a while. When he turned his attention back, Emily was addressing her parents. "Mum, dad," she was saying, with a pleading note in her voice. George exchanged a glance with his wife before turning back to look at Adam. "There is something I've been wondering if I could ask of you. To be honest since we met." "You've been really good to me, if there's anything I can help you out with." "It's young Emily here. She's been asking Ruth and me to find someone to deflower her for a while now. I know it might be a bit much to ask. Coming from the sticks, I’m guessing you’re finding all this quite a shock. You must feel free to refuse unless you’re quite happy to." Adam liked these people, and wanted to help out if he could. However he did feel he should know a little more first and make sure it was something he could do. "If I can I will, but what will I need to do?" "Just take Emily’s virginity. She’s been nagging me for a while now.” here George smiled proudly at his flame- haired middle child. “It's fine if you don't feel up to doing it, but I'd be really grateful if you would." After the direction the conversation had taken, Adam wasn't entirely surprised. This was new territory for him, and he felt there was something he should make sure of before committing himself. "Before I give you an answer do you mind if I have a private word with Emily?" "No, that's fine," Ruth replied, "we need to clear the table anyway." The rest of the family grabbed the dishes and headed to the kitchen, leaving Adam and Emily alone. "I may seem a little odd to you, but this is all new to me, and I need to make sure you really are happy with this." Adam looked intently at Emily, trying to discern the expression on her face. "If you're worried mum and dad have been pushing me into this, don't. I've been pestering them for months." He looked at Emily's excited face and, feeling more relaxed, moved on. "And what are you hoping for from me?" "I'm hoping you'll hold me down and ram your dick into my cunt as hard and fast as you can, not stopping for anything until you come." Even after everything, Adam was still a little surprised at the direct honesty of this answer, "And you're definitely fine about being hurt?" "Fine? I want you to hurt me. You've heard about dad and Mr Robinson's daughter. I know getting snuffed is less likely for me, but it would be great." Adam had finally found a people who wouldn’t be repulsed by how he felt, indeed he suspected they were embracing him as one of their own. He looked at Emily's hopeful face and nodded. "He said yes!", Emily shouted through to her family. All four of them came rushing back in, to shake Adam's hand and give Emily excited hugs. "Thank you, this really means a lot to us." Ruth, smiling happily, gave Adam an unexpectedly passionate kiss, before stepping back blushing a little. "Unless Adam's got any objections, after we've let our suppers settle the girls can get dressed up and we'll go to the playroom." George glanced round his family, then looked at Adam. No one raised any objections and they moved to the living room sofas. --------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 – A First Chance to Thank His Hosts --------------------------------------------- It was nearly an hour later. The closing credits of 'Beat Your Wife' were just rolling, a game show that had definitely held Adam's attention. Before the credits had finished, an impatient Emily was already shooing her sisters and mother upstairs to change. "Calm down darling," Ruth was saying, "look at Adam's face, he's not going anywhere, are you Adam?" "Of course not. My only worry now is, with all this excitement, I'll let you down." "Don't worry." Ruth hastened to reassure him. "Emily will get you started, and I'll give you some pointers as you go along." "I suppose the first pointer I need is, what do I do now?" "Just put your feet up and relax." George advised. "If you want to look around the playroom, it's just through there. Otherwise settle down with me. The girls will come and get us when they're dressed." Adam did stick his head round the playroom door, but didn't understand most of what he was seeing, so returned to the sofa and started watching a programme called "Chosen for the Big One" with George. Only a few minutes later he heard the clumping of several people coming down the stairs and Ruth's voice calling, "We're ready for you now, come on through." A very different site now greeted Adam. Gone were the modest print dresses and bare legs that Ruth and her girls had sported before. Sian was wearing a thin, skin-tight cat-suit that showed off her just budding breasts and revealed the deep cleft of her smooth pussy. Beth and Ruth both wore stockings, with skimpy G-strings and high heels. Beth merely covered her top with a light camisole. Ruth had formed her more generous figure with a tight-fitting Basque, its deep black satin accentuating the copper of her hair. Emily simply stood there stark naked, her bright ginger hair flowing loose down her back: Thanks to her plumper figure, her breasts stood out further than her little sisters, but her naked pussy was equally hairless and smooth. Without a word, Ruth and Beth moved forward and began undressing Adam. He stood, transfixed, admiring Emily's soft form and imagining it writhing under him. As soon as he was naked, Emily stepped forward, knelt before him, and grabbed the base of his cock. He felt his erection swell almost as soon as she took the tip into her mouth. Soon his throbbing member, nine inches and thick, stood out rock-hard. "I think it's time." said Ruth, leading Emily back to lie on a low table. "Don't hold back Adam, you know what she wants, slam into her." Ruth knelt behind Emily's head and gripped her shoulders firmly, ensuring she couldn't slide up the table however hard Adam pushed. Adam looked down at Emily's soft body, flushed and trembling underneath him. "Nervous?" he enquired. Emily nodded, then said, "Don't make me wait, just fuck me." Taking his cue, Adam guided his swollen penis to Emily's virgin entry. He paused briefly, then rammed forward as hard and fast as he could, feeling the snap and scrape as he took her hymen. Emily's face contorted and she gasped as the pain shot through her. "That's great Adam," Ruth smiled up at him. "Now rip into her, the harder you go the more damage you'll do." Adam looked down and saw the excitement shining on Emily's face through the pain. Her mother's words were clearly welcome. Encouraged, he started to pound her pussy hard. As he launched his penis repeatedly into Emily, thrusting further and further, he could feel her insides stretching and tearing, lubricating their fucking with her blood. Emily was screaming and moaning, thrashing about under him, but her mother's firm grip on her shoulders ensured every lunge caused further pain. "Shit, you're doing well! Even George is looking impressed. What more can you give?" Ruth's words of encouragement drove Adam on, anxious to please his new friends with the most brutal fuck of their daughter he could manage. He brought his hands up to her half formed breasts, squeezing them as hard as he could, digging his nails in until they drew blood. Emily's head thrashed from side to side and her hands scrabbled at his. This pushed Adam over the edge and he pumped his hot seed deep into her battered womb. "Wow that was great!" exclaimed Adam, pulling easily out of Emily's bloody and shredded pussy. "I can't believe I waited so long to come here." "Don't forget you need to clean him off." Ruth reminded her pillaged daughter. Emily pulled herself painfully round, grabbed Adam's cock, and began licking and sucking her blood and his semen off it. Looking down, Adam saw a girl, clearly weak and still in pain, happily cleaning the tool that had brought her to that state. This view, and the ministrations of a young mouth, were already bringing him erect once more. George clapped the flushed young man on the back. "Well done Adam! After that performance I think we'll have to make you one of the family!" Adam looked round at them all with a satisfied smile on his face. Ruth, Beth, and even little Sian, were looking at him now in an unashamedly friendly way. The throb of his new erection wanted to make him find out how friendly, but at that moment Ruth glanced down at Emily. She turned to her husband, "I think you'd better run Emily round to the clinic, George. There's no point in her bleeding out now." "You're quite right dear. See if you three can keep our new guest amused while we're gone.", with that George picked up Emily and carried the weakened girl away. Adam now turned to the trio who were left, was George reading his thoughts? His lustful eye was torn between Ruth and Beth. He didn't wish to be too forward, however hopeful he was, so he politely asked, trying to keep his voice level, "I suppose I should ask what George meant by 'keep me amused'?" "Oh that's easy," it was Sian who answered, "he wants Beth or mummy to be your next fuck." "Do you want to choose, or should we?" Ruth asked, putting her arm around her oldest daughter's shoulders. "We're both up for most things, but Beth hasn't started anal yet, she’s got plans." "I think I'll have to leave that up to you. I don't see how I could choose between you." Adam surprised himself, his lust was making him bolder, "I'd be pleased making either of you scream." Ruth jerked involuntarily a little forward at this comment, but some maternal self-sacrifice clearly got in the way, and she pushed Beth forward instead. "You'd better experience the aftermath of a brutal fucking. It's a year since Beth's deflowering and she's just about perfect. After all the abuse my cunt’s had, it's really too slack to benefit from even a violent pounding." Beth turned her head and half-whispered, "Mum, you'd better tell him what else I like." "You're right darling, I was nearly forgetting. This is the only daughter so far who takes after me, she likes humiliation as well." "Humiliation?" Adam felt he was certainly having his eyes opened. "Insults, face-slapping, even piss and shit sometimes. I like being made to do things in public, but Beth hasn't tried that yet." "This evening’s proving amazing!” Adam paused briefly to consider, “You’ll have to help me out though, Ruth. Humiliation sounds fun, but I really wouldn't know where to start." "I'd love to," Ruth replied enthusiastically. "I’ve certainly had the practice. When I was young my Aunt Becky used to take me into their front garden and get Uncle Mortimer to ream my arse while she pissed on me and slapped my face." She paused, a smile playing across that face with the memory, “I used to still be crying an hour later.” **** When George walked back into the house, carrying a white faced Emily (she'd insisted on no anaesthetic), a delightful scene greeted him. His oldest daughter was strapped face first across a table, his new guest ramming her so hard from behind it looked as though he was trying to break her pelvis. Meanwhile his wife was kneeling level with the screaming child, slapping her face and telling her she was a disgusting whore. "Go Adam!", George cheered. "Keep it up girls!" Adam couldn't believe his luck. He'd only found this place, where he so clearly belonged, a few hours ago, yet here he was already abusing the body of another willing girl, while her mother called her a worthless cunt and spat in her face. He grabbed a handful of Beth's hair and wrenched back hard as his body spasmed with another orgasm. Ruth gave Beth's face one final resounding slap, before leaning back to admire her handiwork. An exhausted Adam sank into the nearest chair to watch as Ruth unstrapped the sobbing girl and led her to kneel before him. "What do you think?" Ruth asked. He looked at Beth, her pretty face red and bruised, spit and tears dribbling down, and felt inspired. "I think the little cunt had better suck my dick." "Excellent!" said George, as his daughter set fervently to work, "after seeing you in action I have to know - what are your plans?" "I don't have any." replied George simply, "I'll need to find somewhere to live and a job I suppose, but I hadn't really thought about it." "In that case you must stay here with us, at least for now. And if you need work we can always use another pair of hands at my club." "I don't know what to say." Adam sank back in his chair, dazed by this kindness. "But if you'll all have me, yes of course I will." Ruth ran across to hug her husband, "Darling you're too good to us. I'm going to have to find a way to repay your kindness." "We all will.", chorused Sian and Emily in unison. Beth just gurgled something through a mouthful of Adam's penis. "I'm sure you will," was George's happy response, "and I look forward to it. But now we must show our new friend where he's going to be living - if I ever saw a man who's ready for bed it's Adam!" --------------------------------------- Chapter 3 – An Unusual End to Breakfast --------------------------------------- The sun was high next morning when Adam came strolling down the stairs of his new home, deep in thought. Last night still seemed like half a dream to him, but he knew it hadn't been. The merry little chink of cutlery on china, and a murmur of voices, told him where he should go. He walked in wondering what today would bring. Around the kitchen table he found Ruth and her three daughters enjoying a leisurely breakfast. The girls were looking lovely back in their cotton dresses, while their mother was pulling off the same trick in a plain linen skirt and blouse. They all looked up, broad smiles on their faces, as Adam entered. Emily's free hand unconsciously slipped between her legs. "Good morning Adam." Ruth stood up to usher him to a place at the table. "I hope you're well rested. We were just discussing last night. Sit down, let me get you some breakfast and we’ll catch you up on our conversation." Almost before he'd sat down Emily started speaking. "I was just telling mummy I can't believe how good last night was. I'm sitting here now on the softest cushion I could find, just so the pain doesn't distract me too much. The only downside is, mum says, no more fucking for a week until I'm healed." "That's too bad. Last night, when I was ripping into your cunt and watching you scream, I felt in heaven." Adam glanced at Emily after saying this, and was pleased to see a gratified look pass across her face. He was surprised how easy he found it to fit into this new life. "You didn't like screwing Beth then?" Ruth teased Adam as she put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. "That's unfair." Adam looked towards the pretty blonde, "You know how hard I was as I ravaged your pussy. I only wish you'd been in a position where I could do this as well." Adam reached over to Beth and pinched hard on one of the nipples he could see, poking, erect, under the thin material of her dress. Beth winced then smiled playfully at him. Ruth looked down at this happy scene and reached a decision. As soon as Adam had finished breakfast there was something she wanted to ask him. She let the girls chat lightly about when Sian was going to get deflowered, while she considered how best to broach the subject. "Would you like to help me with my plan to thank George?" Ruth barely let Adam finish his last mouthful and take a sip of coffee before she started speaking. "I have something in mind that I know will make him happy." "I'm not sure I could refuse anything for this family." "That's good, because this is quite a big ask, particularly for someone who's new to all this." Ruth studied Adam's face and was pleased by the look of intrigued anticipation she saw there. She hurried on, "I've been thinking about this for a while now, ever since George did Lucy next door. It's partly for me, but mainly because I know George will love it. I want to get snuffed, slowly, painfully and in public, and I was hoping you'd help me." Even after everything, Adam was a little shocked by this news. Ruth’s daughters didn't seem at all surprised though; they were excitedly hugging their mother and casting hopeful glances at him. "You've got to let me help you mum." little Sian piped up eagerly. "Beth and me as well." Emily said. "I'd love that girls, I'm hoping we can do it at daddy’s club. But we still haven't heard how Adam feels." "Daddy's club?" was all Adam could find to say. "Daddy owns The Pain Zone." Emily told him. "I was looking at a poster for that place when I bumped into George." Adam remembered, "What is it?" Ruth looked surprised this hadn't come up before, but then things had been moving pretty fast. "It's the best club in town. Women tortured every night, and if one of them doesn't snuff everybody gets their money back. Last time I was there my friend Dawn was done." "Wow! This town is amazing. What happened to Dawn, was it good?" "Good? It was brilliant! Her son took charge, only seventeen but he'd already snuffed one of his sisters." "Mum you didn't tell us about Dawn." Sian complained. "You know I love hearing about the club." "I'm sorry darling." Ruth apologised. "We had the plumber in the next day and it passed out of my mind. Shall I tell you about it now?" "Yes please!" "John, that's her son, started off by tying her up and giving her a heavy whipping. Left her bottom red and bloody, and one of her tits split open. Then he went at her with a baseball bat, she was coughing blood and had a broken arm bone poking out when he'd finished. Then he bent her over and literally hammered the bat up her arsehole, I've never heard a scream like it." "Mummy! And you hadn't told us this before." Sian complained. "Then what happened?" "Well, two of the hostesses brought out a shallow pool and John dumped his mother in it. She couldn't walk by then, I'm pretty sure her pelvis and one of her legs had been broken. Then he took this massive nail and hammered it straight through her belly button into the floor. He definitely hit her spine because her legs stopped moving. When he'd done that he hammered nails at angles through her cheeks so her mouth was held wide open and she couldn't move her head." Adam sat frozen, overwhelmed by his feelings as the story unfolded. Imagining the sight of a son inflicting such cruel abuse on his mother, his erection was threatening to burst out of his trousers. Emily, sitting next to him, noticed the bulge and started to gently massage his crotch. Ruth didn't fail to notice the movements across the table and smiled as she continued her story. "Hang on, I'm telling this in the wrong order. I forgot to mention that everybody before the performance was asked to take an enema." "Everybody was, why?" a flushed Sian was hanging off her mother's every word. "I'm just about to tell you that." Ruth smiled at her youngest daughter, who was gripped, as usual, by the story. "Because now we were all asked to come and empty our bowels into the pool. There must have been three hundred people in that night, the club was packed. Anyway, all our arses were stuffed with a couple of litres of water, not to mention the shit, and the pool filled up pretty quickly. There were a lot of relieved faces as people pulled up their pants and stepped back." "Is two litres a lot for an enema then?" Beth enquired with considerable interest. "Oh, it's not a torture amount, but it's a lot to hold while you're just watching a show." Ruth explained. "I remember your father once got ten litres in me. I looked like I was pregnant again." "I'd have loved to see that." Beth sighed. "I'm sure you will one day." Ruth assured her. "I’m betting you’ll experience it as well. Anyway, to go back to my tale, the pool was soon filled and Dawn was drowning. The last thing she'll have seen, through the shit-filled water, was her son standing over her and wanking." As her story finished, Adam sat back to look admiringly at Ruth, he knew he'd love to see that gorgeous body abused. "So, do you think you're up to snuffing me?" Ruth smiled coyly at him. "I think I am." Adam replied eagerly. "But if I don't use this erection soon I think it's going to be wasted." So breakfast finished with Adam laying Ruth across the table, pulling aside her knickers, and buggering her. Anxious to practice, he directed Beth to open her mother's blouse and dig her teeth into the left breast, which she did without a murmur (unlike Ruth who screamed loudly). -------------------- Chapter 4 – The Club -------------------- After a quick shower, Adam announced his intention to see the town. Remembering George's instructions, Ruth gave him directions to The Pain Zone and suggested he look in during the afternoon. **** It was nearly three before Adam finally made it to The Pain Zone. After the rural life he’d led, the centre of even a small town was exciting in itself, without any other attractions. Most of the streets were filled with shops selling everyday goods and conventionally dressed people. Even so there were signs of the new world he’d discovered almost everywhere: Shops selling bondage gear and torture implements, posters for several clubs (The Pain Zone prominent among them), and even, just after lunchtime, a half-naked woman being dragged down the street by hooks stuck through her breasts. The Pain Zone itself was located in an alley just off the main square. A quiet red brick frontage in a row of similar buildings, only the black and scarlet sign to the right of the door marked it out. George himself answered Adam's knock on the door and ushered him into a spacious entrance hall, decorated in a deep carmine, the walls hung with black-and-white photographs. "Well, what do you think?" Adam peered at the nearest print, of a woman in only stockings and high heels being hung by her breasts, "I think this is my kind of place!" "Come through and see the club itself." Adam's eyes darted around as they entered the main room of the club, anxious not to miss anything. Informal groups of armchairs, sofas and low tables were scattered around. A low stage jutted out from the far wall into the centre of the room, surrounded by pairs of armchairs for those who didn't want to miss any of the performance. "Shall we get a drink?" suggested George, indicating a well-stocked bar to their right. Over drinks George explained the job he was offering. He was looking for a new backstage manager to ensure every evening's entertainment went smoothly. As they chatted about what would be involved, Adam's mind was drawn back to the conversation he'd had over breakfast. "George, I hope I'm not overstepping the mark, but I had a rather interesting conversation with your wife over breakfast about how she wants to thank you, and I really need to make sure it's okay with you." George looked at him with a reassuring smile, " If it was a suggestion from Ruth, I'm pretty sure I'll love it." "I hope so. She was telling me she hoped to be snuffed on stage here. Your daughters wanted to do it, and Ruth asked me if I'd direct them." "Bloody hell! They never cease to surprise me." George looked delighted. "And you will do it, won't you?" "I'd love to. And knowing it's for you and Ruth, who have both been so generous, will please me even more." "Wow! I knew Sian would be up for something like this, she's always been fascinated by torture snuff, and she is a bit of a performer, but Beth and Emily have always been quite shy in public." "No, they were all really up for it. When I left they were discussing what to wear." George's face fell a little, "Of course they're all under fifteen, we’re not supposed to have performers that young, I nearly lost my license when my friends 12-year-old snuffed her aunt." his face brightened, "We'll hold it on a Wednesday, the club's closed then and it'll be a private party." "And that's okay?" "Oh yes." George reassured him, "It's only an employment law thing. As a private party it won't count as work." They fixed the date for a week on Wednesday, subject to Ruth's approval, and George disappeared to ring his wife and start inviting their friends and family. He left Adam with Becky, one of the stage assistants, to show him the ropes (and whips, and spikes, and knives). "This is our tilting saltire cross, it's the most popular item. Straps for ankles, wrists, thighs, biceps, head, neck and body, once someone's tied on they're not moving You can set the arms of the cross in any position and tilt it to any angle, including upside down." Adam had had a very instructional couple of hours. Becky had shown him the rooms behind the stage, stocked with almost every device for torture and restraint imaginable. She'd even demonstrated some wicked toothed nipple clamps and a spiked dildo on herself, Adam's interest in a vast selection of canes meant she'd be standing for the rest of the day. They were in the last room, filled with the larger items of torture furniture, and Adam's mind was racing with all the ideas he'd acquired on the tour. "Thanks Becky, I'm sure I'm going to love working here. I just hope I can remember everything. Will you be around to help me out until I get the hang of it?" "Oh, I'm sorry Adam. I promised my neighbour he could take me up on stage tonight to celebrate his promotion, and he's always been a bit heavy-handed. He choked his wife to death when he only meant to face-fuck her. I don't think I'm going to survive the night." Adam looked at Becky, smiling contentedly, and, once more, thanked his stars for guiding him here. **** Ruth was pleased with George's suggestion of a private party. Her delight in public humiliation meant being degraded in front of a crowd of friends and family suited her perfectly. The girls were delighted as well, and the elder two rushed into town to select new lingerie (Sian wanted to stick with her catsuit). Between his new job, and planning for Wednesday's performance, Adam was both delighted and exhausted. By Friday night they were all exhausted. After the girls had gone to bed, Adam and Ruth relaxed on the sofa. Ruth filling him in on who would be attending. "And, of course, my parents will be there. My mother's in a wheelchair again, dad broke her pelvis with a new expanding dildo he'd just bought. I don't know how she's still alive really. I know he's not into deliberate snuff, but he's never gone easy on her." Their conversation was interrupted by George coming home. He was hand-in-hand with a young girl, ginger haired and freckle-faced. "Sally!" Ruth started, "George is she...?" "Yes, you know my type." George grinned. "I'll need a ginger cunt to wreck when you're gone." The young girl, Sally, was looking pretty nervous, but she sounded excited as she said, "Daddy said I could come even though I was a virgin until last month, and George has promised to give me my first buggering tonight to celebrate." "You're lucky Sally, with George you won't shit straight for a week." she turned to Adam, "Sally is Malcolm's daughter, George's business partner. It was her 12th birthday last month and Emily was at the party when she got deflowered." "You ready for next Wednesday then, Adam?" George enquired. "I hope so. Working at the club this week has given me some great ideas. So long as I do better than that neighbour of Becky's." "That was pretty terrible." George agreed. "Killing her almost straight off like that, she didn't get to suffer at all." “You did suggest he didn’t use the special dart set. Six inch long points,” Adam sighed, “He was fine aiming at her tummy and cunt, but when he went for those little tits you knew it was going to end badly.” George smiled, “Or quickly at any rate. Talking of little tits, I think I should try out our latest addition. Come along Sally, and you Ruth. Time to compare your reactions to some new nipple clamps I’ve just been given.” George and Ruth retired to their bedroom with Sally. When Adam retired to bed himself, a few minutes later, he could hear the girl whimpering as he passed their door. **** That weekend Ruth, George and Sally hardly emerged from the bedroom. Emily, her pussy now healed, encouraged Adam to see, at first hand, how painful sex would always be after a brutal deflowering. But it was with Beth that Adam really got a chance to practice for Wednesday. Her mother had been right about Beth. She willingly took all the degrading abuse and pain he offered, only asking that her arsehole was saved until it could be taken in a public performance. When Adam had left Beth a sobbing wreck, bleeding from her pussy, covered in piss, and choking on his shit, he knew he was ready. He turned to Sian, who, as usual, was watching fascinated as her older sister was defiled, and asked, "Do you think you're ready to do this to your mother?" "Oh yes! I can't wait!" Sian was wide-eyed with excitement, "And that's going to be me soon as well. After we snuff mummy I'm going to get fucked. I'm going to see if Uncle John will do it, he's hung like daddy so I might get lucky." How quickly I have settled in, thought Adam. Hearing this 9-year-old girl saying she hopes to be fucked to death in public delights me, but doesn't surprise me. ----------------------- Chapter 5 – The Big Day ----------------------- Wednesday morning. Adam found himself looking across the breakfast table at Ruth with hungry eyes. Even wearing an old T-shirt and sweatpants he found her amazingly attractive. When he'd first seen this gorgeous, busty, red-headed, matron, less than two weeks ago, he'd been frightened by his desire to rip into her soft body. Now, tonight, in public, with the blessing of her husband, and assisted by her daughters, every thought he'd had then , and so much more, were going to become reality "You're looking pensive Adam." Ruth smiled across the table at him. "Are you worried about tonight?" "A little. Am I going to get this right?" "You'll be fine." Ruth reassured him. "I've seen how you look at my body, I've seen George look like that, and what the woman looked like afterwards. Take a good look at this Adam." Ruth stood up, pulling off her clothes, and gave him a slow twirl, "I know by the end of tonight this will be a shattered corpse." Adam felt reassured by Ruth's words, and even felt calm enough to eat a little of his breakfast. Emily and Sian were chattering excitedly with their now naked mother about previous snuff sessions, even reaching across to feel the give in her breasts as the talk turned to tit torture. The girls both knew Adam’s plan for tonight, but were forbidden from telling their mother, he wanted Ruth surprised with his ingenuity. Beth and George were missing from the breakfast table, George had left earlier to make sure the club was perfect, while Beth was upstairs eating a turd Adam had left on the bathroom floor for her. **** Adam settled nervously into his seat at the club. His armchair had been positioned on the stage, at the far end from the performers entrance. As he sunk into the soft fabric, he could feel his heart pounding in anticipation. He knew Ruth and her daughters were backstage now, preparing themselves. The club was bustling with a horde of friends and family, adding to his sense of responsibility to make sure the evening went off perfectly. Before he'd been led to his seat of honour, he'd been drawn into a social whirlwind, being introduced to everyone George felt he should meet. Ruth's mother had greeted him particularly cheerfully from her wheelchair, and insisted on showing him the gaping hollow that was her cunt. George's sister, Polly, had dragged Adam aside to run skewers through her tits and bugger her, "just to relieve the tension" as she put it. Many of George's friends, of both sexes, were casting envious glances at him. **** Now the moment had come. The lights around the edges of the club dimmed, leaving only the stage brightly illuminated, and a hush fell across the throng as they hurried to find a good position. George bound to the middle of the stage, "Welcome, friends, to this very special night at The Pain Zone. Tonight my gorgeous wife of 16 years, Ruth, has volunteered to entertain us all. Our hostesses for the night will be my own three daughters, directed by my very good new friend Adam. Come on out girls!" To rapturous applause, stark naked, her rounded curves, full breasts and bright ginger snatch on display to all, a black leather leash around her neck, Ruth was led out by her youngest daughter, Sian. The other two girls were walking to either side of her, holding her hands. Sian was, as promised, wearing her skin-tight catsuit, leaving so little to the imagination you could clearly see her nipples and smooth cunt-crack, only her feet were bare. Beth and Emily wore matching g-strings in a clear blue gauze, tiny matching camisoles barely covering their breasts, red fishnet stockings and five inch red stiletto's. Adam had watched the girls totter about for the past three days as they learned how to walk in their new shoes. The party halted in the centre of the floor, facing Adam. Ruth was trembling with fear and anticipation as her daughter's clasped her hands tighter. Little Sian stood, smiling broadly, eagerly awaiting direction. At a sign from Adam, Beth and Emily returned backstage to bring out the saltire cross. "Girls, take your mother and strap her down firmly, then lie her flat." Adam's voice shot through the silence that had descended like a bullet. Ruth laid herself against the cross, arms and legs outstretched. The girls hastened to strap their mothers wrists, ankles and body tightly, before tilting her horizontal. "I know your bladders are full, girls. Empty their stinking contents over this whore and tell her what she is." To applause and whistles from the audience, Beth went first, pulling aside her g-string to let loose a torrent of piss across her mother's body and face, calling her a slut and a disgusting piece of filth. Almost before she had finished, Emily was clambering up to continue the stream of urine and abuse. Adam had Sian, unable to simply pull aside the catsuit, shove her covered little pussy into Ruth's open mouth and let her piss gush through the thin material. "Drown you cunt." she shouted at her gasping mother, drawing an approving murmur and bursts of clapping. Her little face was wreathed in pleasure, clearly moving from hearing her mother's tales of the club, to actually participating, was everything she'd hoped for. Her mother, choking and struggling as her mouth and nose filled up with fresh urine, inadvertently bit down on Sian's pussy, making her squeal delightedly in pain. When Sian clambered off her mother's face, Adam called for Ruth to be tilted up a little. He ordered Beth and Emily chew on their mother's nipples, in an abusive parody of their early years. As Ruth moaned in pain, he had Sian kneel before her, then raise her fists up, then shove them into the slack arse and pussy of her abused mother. "Now punch hard." Adam ordered Sian, "feel her bowels and cervix break against your knuckles." Ruth's moans changed to screams as Sian set to with gusto, her efforts quickly drawing blood. Despite her enemas, flecks of shit still flew about as Sian punched into her arsehole. "Don't stop Sian, the cunt's hating it." Adam, his rising lust removing all the nerves he’d felt before tonight, was getting into his stride. "Emily, come over here, I need a fuck. Beth, grab the long needles. I want to see that fat whores saggy tits looking like a pin cushion." Beth complied enthusiastically, throwing degrading comments at her mother as each needle drew another scream. Emily lowered herself onto Adam's cock as he lay back in the armchair, before being bounced up and down like a ragdoll. Beth had placed her twentieth four inch needle, Sian was slowing her assault as her arms tired, Emily's cunt was, once again, bleeding profusely. Time, Adam felt, to start some real damage. He spewed his seed into Emily, before pushing her off onto the floor. "Beth, grab the catheter and the high pressure hose. Sian, shove your fist in her mouth, I don't want to hear that pathetic mewling. Use the one that's been up her arse." Adam looked on with pleasure as a shivering Ruth gagged on the stinking fist Sian was shoving into her mouth. He caught the collective intake of breath as Beth forced the catheter into her mother's pee-hole. As Beth turned on the water, and the base of Ruth's stomach started to swell, there was an excited murmur of approval. The howl of pain, clearly audible even through Sian's fist, as her bladder burst, brought a gasp from everyone. When Beth yanked out the catheter, a torrent, of water, piss and blood, burst out of her. She leant over her mother and said, in a carrying whisper, "Covered in your own waste and howling like an animal, you pathetic slag!" Adam was finding he barely had to direct the girls. They were attacking their mother's increasingly battered body with gusto and, following Beth's expert lead, heaping on increasingly degrading insults. Ruth herself was crying, and screaming, and whimpering, but not once begging for her torment to end. Around the stage, the audience were showing their appreciation of the spectacle. Murmurs of approval and bursts of clapping, gasps and cheers, had been heard almost continuously since Ruth stepped into their view. As Adam looked around now he could see many people with hands in their own, or others, laps, rubbing furiously. Some women were already on their knees, choking around a cock. Near the back a youth was fucking a much older woman across a table, the eyes of both fixed on the stage. "Emily grab the hooks, Beth get the cuffs." Adam had drilled the girls with their parts, and really didn't need to say more. Emily grabbed the soft flank on one side of her mother's midriff, forcing a hook through the ample flesh before locking it in place. Then she moved around and forced the second hook through the other side. After releasing Ruth’s arms from the cross, the girl attached the cuffs on her mother’s wrists to the hooks driven through her midriff, leaving both arms clamped to her sides but her belly totally exposed. Beth tore out the needles from her mother's breasts and picked up two short metal rods with pointed ends. She stared into her mother's face, "Time to say goodbye to these saggy udders, cunt." Ruth knew what her daughter was about to do, she even managed a brief satisfied smile before her face contorted, as her eldest daughter drove a rod through each of her tits. Sian and Emily attached a spreader bar to their mothers ankles and unstrapped her from the cross, Beth attached the rods through the breasts to ropes that dangled on pulley's from the ceiling. Ruth's almost constant mewling turned to a howl of pain as Emily and Sian pulled hard on the rope that hauled her up to dangle above, her entire weight now borne by her substantial mammaries. Sian giggled as she grabbed the spreader bar and performed a somersault through her mother's legs, kicking her pussy as she went past, causing the rods to visibly rip through Ruth's breasts. "Let's make mummy a titless tart." she exclaimed happily, on seeing the damage she'd already done. Emily and Beth each took a leg and lent their weight upon them, stretching Ruth's breasts like bungees as the rods slowly tore them open. With a final howl Ruth fell to the floor, the shredded remains of her, once impressive, tits dangling from her. “Time to make the slut pregnant girls.” Adam spoke for the first time in several minutes, happy to let the girls demonstrate their own cruel abilities. He now wanted to move on to something he'd been particularly looking forward to. "And someone bring me a girl to bugger." George, who was sitting right beside the stage, choke- fucking Sally as he watched his wife being destroyed, released her and sent her to pleasure Adam. He grabbed a passing waitress to take her place. On stage, Emily and Beth had turned Ruth over and were forcing a solid six-inch wide plug into her arsehole. Sian attached a high-pressure hose to a fitting on the base of the plug before Emily attached ropes to her mother's ankles and began hauling her up. The unusual nature of the plug became apparent as Sian turned on the tap and Ruth's belly began to swell, a pipe through the centre was allowing the water straight in to swell her bowels. Adam watched in delight as Ruth's smooth plump belly grew and stretched. He pulled Sally’s bleeding rectum off his rock-hard penis and forced her head right down onto the stinking shaft, leaving him a clear view of the desecration taking place before him. He could almost hear the creaking as Ruth’s skin stretched taut, the enormous butt plug preventing release. Ruth's screams grew fainter, and her breathing shallow, as the pressure inside prevented her lungs from filling. Clapping his hands together, Adam shouted, "That’s great. I love a pregnant slut whore. Is that more than ten litres? Emily, grab a knife and make this fat cow give birth before she passes out." Emily stabbed the knife in just below the pubic bone and sliced down hard, only stopping when she hit a rib. The enormous pressure in Ruth's guts was suddenly released, and the entire contents of her abdomen exploded out of the opening, showering the girls in blood, guts and shit. If they made any noise as they were covered in filth, it would have been lost beneath the howling scream that erupted from Ruth, and the cheering that burst from the audience. ---------------------------------- Chapter 6 – Sian Gets Over-Excited ---------------------------------- Little Sian licked her lips as she released the rope, dropping her moaning mother hard onto the floor. As the show had progressed she’d become more and more excited, and now positively trembled with a desire to join in. As she admired the ruined body of her mother, shuddering hopelessly where she lay, she reached a decision and, turning to her father, burst out with, "Daddy I want to be snuffed now as well. This is so brilliant!" George, his dick deep in the arse of a struggling waitress, happily agreed. "Of course darling, I’d love to see your pretty body ripped apart.” Then, “Make sure she screams like her mother." to Adam and the other girls. As George cut Sian out of her catsuit, exposing her unblemished young body to the world, Emily and Beth, not wanting to miss a chance for more depravity, squatted over their mother, each forcing out an enormous turd. When they had wiped their arses with Ruth’s hair, their attention was turned to Sian, leaving their mother's face and empty stomach covered in shit. "Beth nail this young hussy to the cross, Emily grab a blowtorch." Adam, feeling inspired, knew what he planned to do with this new, willing, young victim. With an expression of sublime contentment on her face, Sian stood against the cross and spread her arms and legs wide, allowing herself to be firmly strapped in place. Only as Beth placed the nail against her hand and lifted the hammer did she show any apprehension, this was going to be her first time, and she knew, with certainty, her last. When the nail drove through her hand, her whole body convulsed, leaving her unable even to scream. Only as the subsequent nails, clearly still as painful, but less shocking, were driven in, did she scream and writhe. When she had firmly nailed her little sister in place by hands and feet, Beth released the straps and let Sian’s weight tear against the nails through her flesh. Adam surveyed the scene before him with satisfied pleasure. Ruth lay moaning on the floor, half- forgotten, shit-covered and mutilated. Above her she could see her youngest daughter hanging, whimpering, from nails through her hands and feet, readily seeking the same agonizing destruction. “Emily, get in there and suckle your sister’s tits with the blowtorch. Beth, your mother said she had a loose cunt, rip the slapper wide open, I want to be able to fit a football in there, break her pelvis if you have to.” Sian’s screams as Emily applied the blowtorch to her nipples were music to the ears of everyone in the club. Around him, Adam couldn’t now see anyone who wasn’t either furiously masturbating or penetrating a partner. Adam himself had little Sally’s rectum, once again, firmly impaled on his dick. As he watched, Sian’s barely budding breasts were reduced to black, smouldering hollows. Meanwhile, Beth had set to work on Ruth’s pussy with gusto. Using first one, then both, fists, yanking and pulling, stretching her mother’s gash into a vast cavern. Ruth lay writhing feebly on the floor as her daughter wrecked her love-hole, all her energy taken in howling as her most sensitive parts were torn wide open. Adam’s next command drew a gasp of relish from the assembled throng, “Grab the cleaver and hack that little slapper down. I want her shoved back into that fat slag she came out of, head first.” Sian was quickly released from the cross. With careless abandon, knowing she wasn’t going to survive, Beth and Emily had simply hacked off Sian’s hands and feet, leaving them nailed in place. They dragged their baby sister, gasping and gibbering, over to Ruth’s gaping crotch, and began forcing her head into the chasm. “Enjoying getting your slut daughter back, you sad bitch?” Beth giggled, as Ruth keened with pain, her pussy ripping open. Despite Beth’s efforts, Sian’s head was too tight a fit and Emily had to grab the hammer to break Ruth’s pelvis before her sister's face emerged through the gash in her mother’s belly, smeared with the shit they’d dumped there. As Adam looking at Sian, gasping for air, slowly strangled by the clasp of her mother’s vulva round her neck, felt spurred to take his first anal virginity. He pulled Sally off his bullet-hard erection and flung her casually off the stage. Grabbing Sian's struggling legs, he pulled her body up and spread her wide, exposing her tight virgin sphincter. Adam jeered at Ruth, "You're a broken, filthy whore and now I'm going to split your slut daughters rectum." With that he shoved his thick member into the tight, protesting, hole, ripping and tearing as he went, causing Sian's face to screw-up tight and tears to stream from her eyes. As Adam violently sodomised Sian, he instructed the other girls to prepare an enema. "Let's fill this sad hussy like her mother." he said. After a plug, barely smaller than Ruth's, was rammed into Sian's mangled arse, the tap was turned on and her belly began to swell. Only when she could hardly breathe was the water turned off, leaving her undeveloped young body looking grotesquely pregnant, her skin pulled into a maze of scarlet stretch marks. "Time to make them dance. Beth get the noose round your slag mother's throat." It was time for the final act. As soon as Ruth was in the noose, she was slowly raised high into the air, until Sian, too, was clear of the floor and being slowly hanged by her own mother's pussy. Both mother and daughter struggled fiercely, Ruth repeatedly kicking her youngest child's hideously swollen stomach, adding multiple bruises to the already existing damage. Emily, on her own initiative, picked up the blowtorch and began to play it merrily across her little sister's pussy. The effect, even as she was dying, was electric. Sian jerked and struggled wildly as her sex was burnt away. This perfect final piece of cruelty brought the audience to its feet, clapping and cheering wildly. As they dangled from the ceiling, George looked on and swelled with pride at the scene. The gorgeous, matronly Ruth and her pretty little daughter in their final death throes. Ruth's excrement smeared body, with the tatters of flesh where her proud breasts used to hang, and a deep gash in her stomach with her daughter's agonised face peering out. Sian, stumps instead of hands and feet, rust-red craters for tits, her belly disfigured and swollen tight, and a blackened mess for a cunt. Neither mother or daughter soiled themselves as they finally succumbed. Ruth's bladder and bowels were long gone, while Sian's pee-hole was burnt shut, and the giant plug was wedged immovably in her rectum. Despite this lack of evidence, they were both done for. As their corpses swung gently from the ceiling, Adam was surrounded by an applauding throng, eager to congratulate him. **** Seeing Malcolm, George's partner, Adam reached over to place a hand on his arm and ask a question that had been intriguing him, "What will you do with the bodies?" "Oh, we have a home for them." Malcolm grinned, "They'll go to the necro crowd." "Necro crowd?" "Yes, you know, corpse fuckers." Malcolm, remembering Adam was new to this, explained further, "This pair will go to a friend's son, Robbie. He's really into necro, started with his mother after his father snuffed her for her birthday. Don't worry, Ruth and Sian will bring a lot more pleasure before they're chucked out." "And they knew about this?" "Of course." Malcolm reassured him. "All the Northcott's were at Robbie's 17th, when he and his father put on a show with a pair of twins. His father snuffed them, then he fucked them. Ruth said at the time she hoped that would be her fate." As the crowd cleared, George and his two remaining daughters came over to Adam. Adam expected George to speak, but it was Beth, sweaty and still covered in the detritus of her mother and sister, who talked. "Mummy said, if we all agreed you gave her what she wanted, you were to get a special present." "And what was would that be?" asked Adam. "Me." "You, what do you mean?" "You were to have me, and my body, to use and abuse, oh please abuse, as you liked. Now get back on the stage and bugger me until I can't walk." ********THE*END******** (c) 2013 Urquhart Devlin This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.