Author: Urquhart Devlin Title: For the Boss Summary: There's literally nothing Sally won't do to help her husband rise up the corporate ladder. And it turns out she's brought up her daughter to feel the same. Keywords: M M+ m F f f+ cons humil inc reluc scat snuff tort ws ============ For the Boss ============ by Urquhart Devlin ------- Tuesday ------- Rachel shook loose strands of long auburn hair out of her face and looked up, a little surprised, at the familiar silhouette outlined against the light streaming in through the back door. "Hi mum, what're you doing home so early?" "I don't know love. Your father called and asked me to get home." As Sally walked into the kitchen her eyes ran over her daughter. To the casual observer it would seem almost impossible she could be related to the young, russet- haired girl still hunched over her books at the table. Where the mother was thin and tanned, with light brown hair bleached almost blond by sun, her daughter was pale-skinned and freckled, with a generous, but not excessive, figure, topped with a bosom large enough to rest on the table top, half-covering her books. Only when you looked at the curve of their mouths, and the slight turn-up to their noses, was there real evidence of a shared genetic history. You had to look at the two pairs of almost identical deep blue eyes to be really sure though. "I don't know how you can work like that." Sally grumbled. " Don't you ever think of sitting in a way that doesn't keep your chest covering everything?" Her mother's complaint was the usual, and it wasn't as if Rachel had asked to be so well-endowed, so the teenager just ignored her and carried on with the conversation she'd already planned, "I was going to stay in tonight. I've got a load of homework and thought I'd get it finished. I promised Chelsea I'd try to go out with her this weekend, there's a new dance club just opened in town. If I'm all done will that be OK?" "You and Chelsea out on the town? Dressed up in who knows what?" Sally always dressed pretty demurely, and, despite her words, she knew that Rachel tended to copy her, hoping to tone down the evidence of her large breasts. Although a little twinge of envy meant she still sometimes acted as though her daughter was walking round in a mini-skirt and boob tube . It didn't help that Rachel's baggy jumper and loose school blouse weren't really working at hiding her assets. As Sally threw her jacket over a chair, Rachel noticed, with her own twinge of jealousy, that her mother didn't even appear to have felt the need for a bra under her blouse. "Dancing all night again. Maybe I should join you?" Before Rachel had a chance to protest at this, she heard her father's key in the front door. His coming home early was so unusual, all thoughts that her mother might actually come dancing were banished. "I wonder what dad wants? He never comes home early. Maybe it's a surprise holiday." Sally looked more pensive, "I doubt it, I know they're on an economy drive at work. I just hope he still has a job." In between trying to maintain her daughter's modesty, helped considerably by Rachel's natural shyness about displaying her figure, Sally always had a nagging worry that her husband was about to lose his job. Frank, Sally's husband and father to their two children, Rachel and Joel, worked for a large marketing firm. Although he'd lots of work, Frank had been complaining recently about how tight times were in the company, leaving his wife constantly worried that he might get laid-off. "My girls are both here, excellent!" Frank's smile didn't suggest a man without a job. Even as Sally helped him off with his coat he continued excitedly talking. "I've got some great news. I'm being promoted!" "Darling that's wonderful!" Sally, her anxieties thrown aside, dropped his coat on the floor to give him a big hug. "That's great dad." Rachel reached down to pick the forgotten coat up before moving in to hug her father as well. "But why are we all home early?" "That's the best bit." said Frank, extricating himself from their joint embrace, and pulling back so he could see his family more clearly. "When Mr Dearlove, he's still the MD for now, was telling me I'd be in charge of a department, he also mentioned I'd need to provide the entertainment for this month's board meeting." Sally's smile had fallen a little, wondering if the extra news would be that great, now it broke out again as she looked proudly at her husband. "And you'll be wanting me?" she asked, not even finishing her sentence. Frank just nodded so she carried on. "That's great news. When Jim was promoted he was just asked to send Caroline off for scrap and take a company wife." "Mum, what are you talking about?" Rachel had been listening, quite confused, to her parents exchange. "Haven't I explained before?" Despite being proud to be asked, Sally wasn't about to discuss the details with her teenage daughter, so avoided explaining by saying, "Your father's a company man. That means I'm signed up to provide entertainment at a company function at any time." "I don't..." then understanding dawned on Rachel's young face, her mother had never discussed what being married to a company man involved, but she'd learnt about it anyway, "So you're going to be tortured and snuffed?" Sally was a bit shocked, she hadn't realised how much Rachel knew, but in this happy family moment she didn't want to admonish her, so settled for a brusque, "Of course." Rachel tried to look disappointed, but couldn't help being more intrigued. She'd long ago realised that her mother would always find a way to avoid discussing anything like that with her children, so whatever she'd learned had come from odd hints and playground gossip. She suspected her father had had the conversation with her brother Joel, but her mother had always blushed and awkwardly changed the topic when she brought it up. "Will we be coming to watch?" This time Sally really was shocked by her daughter, but tried not to show it. However, she was relieved by the answer she was able to give. "Of course not, love. The board meeting is a private function, I don't think they ever allow spectators." Frank had been looking more and more uncomfortable during this exchange. Now he found his voice and broke into the conversation, stuttering a little. "Actually dear, Rachel will be seeing the entertainment." The worst over, he spoke more confidently, "I'm sorry, I should have been clearer to start with. They want you both." "Really!" This news took Sally aback. She'd heard rumours about the board meetings, and had been hoping to entertain the directors without Rachel finding out exactly how. Then thoughts of her daughter's modesty were pushed aside as she realised what this meant for her husband. As a result her voice bubbled with admiration when she spoke again. "What have they got planned for you?! They must have you on the fast track if they want us both." "Mum." Both parents turned to look at their daughter, her face thunderous. "You know I'm supposed to be going out with Chelsea this weekend." Rachel complained. "Do I really have to do this instead?" "Of course you do, Rachel. We're both signed up to the company." Sally spoke sharply, annoyed, she hadn't brought her daughter up to be so selfish. "You'll be helping your father's career, isn't that more important than a night at a club?" "It's just not fair, you're always stopping me from doing my own things!" It wasn't true, Rachel had at least as much freedom as her other friends. But, feeling hard done by anyway, she stormed out and up to her bedroom. A few seconds later the thumping beat up of a dance tune started reverberating through the house. "Do you think I should go up and talk to her?" Frank asked, he knew Rachel could be a little emotional, but she was usually quite happy to help out when it came to her family. "No. Give her a bit of time to calm down." Sally rested her hand on her husband's arm. "She's just upset because she planned to go dancing with Chelsea on Saturday. She'll be fine in a few minutes." Upstairs Rachel was slumped on her bed, letting the music block out the world. Typical parents, she thought, never caring if I've got anything planned. Her mother was right though, she did like helping her family. As her anger subsided, she began to regret her behaviour, particularly on such an important day for her father. She rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen, anxious to get her telling off over. "Mum. Dad. I'm really sorry. I'd love to go with mum and be the entertainment for the board meeting." was what she meant to say, but the sight of her parents hastily adjusting their clothes stopped her at 'sorry'. Instead she heard herself asking, "What were you doing?" Sally, looking flustered, lied with, "Nothing dear." Her father, looking rather more relaxed and cheerful, asked, "So you're okay with Friday?" "I'd love to do it, dad. I am sorry I got so grumpy, I was just a bit disappointed." Hoping to make up for her only behaviour, she added, "Is there anything else I can do?" Her mother, who, having straightened her dress, was looking a lot calmer, responded, "That's okay love. Just so long as we don't get any more tantrums." Relieved that she wasn't in trouble, Rachel was able to think about other things, had her parents had been having sex when she came downstairs? This curious thought brought up a new concern, which she quickly voiced. "On Friday will I have to take my clothes off, I don't want to be exposed in front of strangers?" Fortunately for Sally, who really didn't want to answer that, Frank took this question. "Of course you will, Rachel. The board aren't going to want to miss a chance to play with those lovely big boobs of yours." Her hands flying up to cover her bust, Rachel stood, pink-cheeked and speechless, at her father's answer. Sally seemed unable to speak either, while her husband just smiled at their reactions. The silence was broken by a new voice entering the conversation. "What's going on here?" Joel, Rachel's brother, had walked unnoticed into the kitchen, still dressed in his muddy football kit. "What was that I heard about big boobs? Is Rachel finally going topless this holiday?" "Really Joel!" Sally, shocked back to life, complained. "Joel!" Rachel echoed, her brother's teasing having its usual effect, causing her to say more than she meant. "This isn't funny. Mum and I are going to be the entertainment for this month's board meeting at dad's work." Joel's face broke into a broad grin. "Excellent! Can I come along? Dad's company's board meetings are supposed to be legendary." "Sorry son. Like we were telling Rachel earlier, the board meetings are private. Even I don't expect to be in there, they're only for the directors." "Mind you," Sally couldn't help chipping in, "from the sound of it, it won't be long before your dad is a director." "Oh well." Joel sighed, moving behind his sister. "I'd better make the most of it now." In one swift move he reached round to grab one of Rachel's substantial breasts, pinching down hard on the nipple. His other hand slid under her skirt and into her knickers. "Oi!" Rachel exclaimed in surprise, as his finger roughly probed between her thighs before she could push him away. Her brother had never done anything like that. She complained to her mother, expecting her support as usual, even if Joel had taken his teasing to a whole new level, "Mum, he can't do that." The reaction from her mother left her flabbergasted. "Rachel." was her mother's slightly weary response. "I think it's a bit late now. The board aren't going to spare us on Friday. If your brother wants a little fun now, there's no reason he shouldn't." Emboldened, Joel reached across and gave a tight squeeze to one of his mother's nipples, leaving a muddy patch on her blouse and eliciting a squeak, as much of surprise as pain. His father beamed proudly as Sally looked down at her top. "Joel, you're filthy!" Sally tried to complain. "You're going to have to take those muddy clothes off right now." Seeing his father's expression, Joel decided to push his luck and gave his mother a big hug. "Now you're pretty filthy too, mum." he said, grinning. "You'd better get out of those muddy clothes as well." Sally looked to her husband, regretting giving Joel an opening. "We're definitely going to be the entertainment on Friday? No chance of them changing their minds?" Frank nodded. Sally sighed and began meekly undressing beside her son. Rachel, blushing at this totally unexpected turn of events, started to head for the door, but her father put a hand on her shoulder. Now she was signed up to be snuffed, Sally wasn't prepared to argue if Ron or Joel wanted some fun with her, but she'd been relieved to see Rachel leaving at this moment of high embarrassment. It was with some horror she heard her husband say, "I think you should stay, Rachel. This could be educational." Rachel, despite the awkward situation, found herself watching, more fascinated then she cared to admit, as her mother and brother stripped in the kitchen in front of her. She was impressed with how good her mother looked naked. Thirty-eight, and with two children, she still had pretty smooth skin, and quite a bit of pertness where it mattered. Her biggest surprise, though, was her brother. It was many years since she'd seen him naked, and last time he hadn't had a substantial, rock-hard, penis sticking out proud from his crotch. "Bend over then." Even now Rachel half expected her mother to refuse. Sally, though, submissively turned round and bent over the kitchen table, her legs spread wide, revealing an unprotected pussy to her son's lustful gaze. With the impetus of youth, he slammed straight into her, drawing a grunt of pain as her unprepared snatch was forced open. Despite the surprise attack, after only a handful of strokes it was pretty obvious Sally was not resisting, actually seeming to push back against Joel's penis as he hammered into her. Frank, who had been standing to one side, smiling at his son's performance, now turned to his daughter. "I think you should get in there and give them a hand." he said, not failing to notice Rachel's red cheeks. Blushing or flushing? He couldn't be sure. "Me?" asked Rachel, startled. "What am I supposed to do?" "Come on girl. Use your imagination." her father encouraged her. "I know your mother likes having her nipples bitten, and I'd be amazed if your brother didn't like being rimmed, especially while he's buried deep in your mother's cunt." Rachel didn't know whether to be shocked or excited. Her father had never spoken so coarsely before, and her usually reserved mother was now sprawled, naked, over the table, letting her brother drill into her. A sheltered upbringing had left her with a question though. "Rimmed?" she asked her father. "Licking his arsehole." her father explained. "Make sure you push your tongue right in. It's an amazing effect, ripples right along your cock." "But he's only just back from playing football." This sounded disgusting and Rachel anxiously objected. "He's going to be all sweaty and smelly, particularly back there." "Especially as I took a dump at half-time." Joel turned his head to chip in, a big grin on his face. Again her, so proper, mother, bent over the table and strangely breathless, gave Rachel a shock with words she never expected to hear from that mouth. "Come on Rachel, stop being so squeamish." Sally panted, thrusting harder against Joel's cock. "This will be nothing compared to Friday. I may not know what we'll be doing then, but I'm certain it'll be a damn site more than licking a shitty ringpiece." **** In bed that night Rachel was surprised to find her hand slipping between her legs as she recalled what she'd done. Remembering the smell of her brother's unwashed and sweaty arse was still making her gag a little. Joel having her kiss her mother, intertwining tongues, his sweaty, dirty smell on her lips and in her mouth. That bit had made her blush red with embarrassment - and her mother gag in turn. Then wincing with sympathetic pain as her mother cried out when she bit down on her teats, hard enough to draw blood. Rachel wasn't sure why she'd masturbated so fiercely. Why the memory of having her face pushed into her mother's sagging snatch, to lick up the dribble of her brothers cum from that dark hairy bush, was the thought that pushed her over the edge into her own orgasm. --------- Wednesday --------- It was late the next morning when the Rachel woke up. One glance at the clock by her bed and she was rushing downstairs, screaming to her mother that she'd missed the start of school. The sight of Sally in the kitchen, not dressed in her usual sedate clothes, but stark naked and calmly baking, brought her to a sudden and silent halt. She couldn't help blushing a little, as her eyes were drawn down, past her mother's pert little breasts, bite marks clearly visible, to the dark furry snatch between her legs. All she could find to say to her mother, astonishing herself as she heard the words, was, "Is that fresh cum on your pussy?" Sally was nonplussed for a moment. But, as she'd lain in bed last night, she'd resolved to try and be more open with her daughter, even on subjects she'd avoided discussing before. There was no getting away from Friday, when every part of her shame was likely to be exposed. As a result, she amazed Rachel by hiking up a smile and saying, trying to keep things light. "Your father was going in late and we had time for a quickie. Do you want to lick me clean again?" Rachel's blush turned from light pink to bright red. She wouldn't admit it, but the thought was quite appealing, even if she suspected her mother was only having a joke with her. Sally turned away from her daughter to hide her own blush. Trying to overcome her normal reticence, she felt she'd badly overcompensated. Pushing the question of why her mother was still naked to one side, Rachel composed herself sufficiently to remember why she'd run downstairs. "Mum. School. I'm late. Why didn't you wake me?" Relieved her daughter had ignored her and moved on, Sally now genuinely laughed, a pleasant little chuckle, "Rachel darling, we're being snuffed on Friday. I'm not expecting you to spend the next two days in school." Rachel hadn't thought about this upside. She wasn't the brightest student and knew she'd fail the history test she was meant to be having today. Not having to spend an hour being bored in detention with Mr Weeks, her incredibly dull history teacher, was a definite plus. On the other hand, it did remind her she'd promised Chelsea they'd go clothes shopping after school, finding something for Saturday. "That's great mum." Rachel said, "But I'd promised to go shopping with Chelsea this afternoon. I haven't even told her I won't be around on Saturday yet." Sally looked sympathetic, Rachel and Chelsea had been best friends for years. "I tell you what, why don't I ring Chelsea's house and ask if she'll come over after school? Then you can tell her yourself. I'm sure she'll understand." "I'm not sure mum. Chelsea's always been sure she'd be snuffed first. You know her dad's big on the party circuit. How's she going to feel when I tell her?" Sally put her arm around her daughter. "Come on, love. She's going to find out anyway, and wouldn't it be better if you told her? She should be proud of you after all, helping your dad out like this." "I suppose so." Rachel admitted reluctantly. **** "Chelsea, hi! I'm so glad you're here." "Hi Rachel! How come you weren't in school today? What's up?" Rachel hugged her best friend. The contrast between the two girls was great, but they'd been friends for ever. Chelsea was a bottle blonde with a coating of make-up and, frankly, a tendency towards the slutty in dress. Rachel was darker, with a fresh face, and always wore clothes that she hoped, but didn't, hide her figure. Despite the difference in their outward appearance, they had a pretty similar take on life. "I'm so glad you got me over." Chelsea went on. "I've got the worst possible news." "So have I!" Rachel exclaimed in surprise. "Mine will be worse." Chelsea assured her. "My dad's finally booked me in for a party. We need to leave on Friday night and I'm going to miss the club." "Hey, that's my news." was all Rachel could find to say. "My dad's put you in for a party as well?" her face lit up. "Maybe it's the same one, that'd be more fun." "I wish! But it's not that. My dad just got a promotion, and mum and I are going to be the entertainment at the board meeting this Friday." "That's not so bad." Chelsea commiserated. "At least you'll be with your mum. No chance for me after mine had to help out at that party last year. " "What did happen to your mum at that Halloween party?" "My dad just said she was a lantern. He never really discusses his parties with us, but my sister reckons she was gutted and had a light stuck up her arse. She did say how pleased she was to be finally helping dad's business. My sister's not too pleased about this weekend though, but then I've always been the family show off. Melanie's more like you." "Is Melanie going to be at the party as well then?" "And the rest, we're being billed as the Slash Sisters. We're going to be gladiators, fighting naked of course. What are you going to be doing?" "I don't know yet. Apparently the board like to keep it a surprise. The only thing I know so far is that it's likely to be worse than last night." Chelsea looked at her friend curiously. "You haven't mentioned anything about last night?" Rachel blushed a little, she hadn't meant to tell even Chelsea about last night. She knew her friend would pester her until she spilled, so she launched into it. "It was just after dad told us, Joel started feeling me up, and mum said I should let him! Then he started with mum as well!..." They'd known each other for years, once she'd started Rachel didn't spare any details in describing last night to Chelsea. She couldn't tell her friend about after she went to bed though. "It's not just us." Chelsea sounded relieved. "Dad had Melanie and me doing some pretty unusual stuff for him last night. It was fun, but a bit weird being naked just in front of my dad. I'm really looking forward to it in front of a whole crowd on Saturday, though. It's going to be a buzz." "It's okay for you, you're always up for things like the school streak." Rachel looked to her friend with a mixture of annoyance and awe. "I don't even like getting changed for gym, and that's just in front of the girls in our class." There was one place the friends differed, and that was a willingness to stand out in public. Rachel was, and always had been, rather shy. Even as a little girl, she'd always preferred the 'hide' bit of 'hide and seek'. Although Chelsea tried to understand her friend's desire to hide, she was, and always had been, flamboyant by nature, and loved being the centre of attention. "Girl, if I had tits like yours, I'd never button up a top again. Even I want to get my hands on them!" Her mother had implied Joel and her father could pretty much do anything with her, why not Chelsea? To a startled look from her friend, she pulled off the baggy rugby shirt she was wearing and unhooked her bra. "Knock yourself out." she said, trying to sound resigned. "It's going to be the only chance you'll get." Giggling, Chelsea reached over anyway to run her hands over Rachel. It might just be her best friend, and a bit of fun, but Rachel still started to flush with embarrassment. "Relax, Rach." Chelsea had seen her blush. "I'm not about to make you rim me, even if my bum would be cleaner than Joel's. I'm just admiring a fine body." "You know, I've just thought of something a bit weird." Rachel said, distracted from her embarrassment. "Last night, when dad and Joel had mum doing some pretty humiliating stuff, it looked like she was getting into it." "She might have been." Chelsea giggled again. "Last night, when I had to go straight to bed, didn't even get to wash Melanie's pee off." Rachel cut in, "Melanie peed on you?" "I told you dad had us doing some unusual stuff. Anyway, when I was in bed and thinking about it, I found myself doing, you know, just about as hard as I ever have." "But that's the weird thing. Did you want to do that stuff with Melanie?" "Have my tongue buried in her snatch?" Chelsea made a face. "No! Did you know she's got those really wiry pubes that get stuck in your teeth?" "That's my point. I'd never have buried my face in Joel's arse either. So why were we in bed afterwards frigging over it?" The two friends looked at each other, Rachel startled by what she'd committed, both looking puzzled at this thought. Even Chelsea felt the slightly awkward nature of the silence and tried for some light relief "You can dive into my muff if you like, but I'm not going down on you." "No chance!" Rachel smiled, but was still thoughtful. "It is a bit odd, though. If I was forced to choose between you and mum, it's you I'd have gone down on. But last night I was wanking over licking out my mother." "Thanks for the compliment babe. So your old mum turns you on, and this hot little bod doesn't?" After the awkward moment, Chelsea was back to her usual self, gently teasing her friend. "That's not fair." Rachel replied, trying to pout, but it was just the usual banter, releasing a bit of tension, and neither girl was taking it seriously. Chelsea brightened, she'd found an explanation that would do for her, "Probably just our bodies making the most of it before we're snuffed." "What, you mean with our dads?" This was shocking in itself, then another thought, "Even Joel?" "Yeah, I reckon so, even Joel." Chelsea never took anything too seriously, and chuckled at the thought. Then a vision of the future made her break into a happy smile. "It's going to be amazing on Saturday, I'm going to have a whole party-full of people getting off on me." Rachel looked a bit happier herself. "That sounds hopeful. Everybody at dad's work wants to be on the board just for the entertainment after the meetings. Maybe, if I've got a room full of people getting pleasure, the exposure won't be so bad." **** Despite having had a good chat with her best friend, alone in bed that night Rachel privately admitted she wasn't looking forward to displaying everything she had. At least, she consoled herself, it would be a private function, with no one there she really knew. Resolving to keep on her most concealing clothes until they were actually in the boardroom, she fell asleep. -------- Thursday -------- Rachel was thoughtful all the next day. Her conversation with Chelsea had been more revealing than she quite knew how to handle. Admitting out loud she could take pleasure from the stuff she'd done had released something, but it didn't seem to make things clearer for her. As a result, she had rather mixed feelings about tomorrow, Despite being rather distracted, she had a good day with her mother. Sally's attempts to be less repressed with her daughter had brought a new sense of intimacy between them. So, after supper, Rachel followed her mother into the kitchen. She'd resolved to discuss with her something she never would have before. "Mum, can I talk to you?" "Of course, love." Sally smiled at her daughter. "I don't think there's much point in having secrets now." "Well, it's just that it's a bit, well, rude." Rachel found herself blushing again. Sally gave her an understanding look, "Don't worry darling. After what your brother had us doing, I think we've gone beyond blushing." After her mother's words she tried not to, but, embarrassed at the memory of fondling the familiar body in front of her, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "It was actually about then." she carried on, stumbling a little over her words. "Something a bit weird happened." "Let me guess." Sally took pity, and tried to put the red-faced child out of her misery. "You found yourself getting into it." "Not at the time, but afterwards in bed." she felt relieved, the worst was over. "Only Chelsea was saying she felt the same after her dad made her and Melanie do some stuff." "Oh yes. I heard their dad was putting them on at a party this weekend." Sally couldn't help be interested. "It'll be nice for Melanie to be there with her sister. Chelsea was always more of an extrovert like her mother. If she's with her sister it'll help with her shyness. I always thought it a pity Rita didn't get snuffed with her daughters." "Chelsea mentioned her mother was a Halloween lantern." Rachel said, testing the waters of her mother's new openness. "Do you know what that was?" "Of course, I was there, best Halloween party your father and I went to. The lanterns were made by running wicks under the women's skin." Her parents didn't often go to parties, and wouldn't really talk about them afterwards, so Rachel leapt at the chance to know more about what went on. "Was she naked, then?" "Oh yes, all the lanterns were naked. Right up Rita's street, she always was an extrovert. Put on the best show of any of them." "It sounds painful." "Definitely. The grimaces on their faces as their fat melted and burnt was better than any mask, that's why Chelsea's father is so popular as a party organiser." "And she didn't mind?" "Of course not. Rita was so pleased to be helping out her husband, just like we are with your father." Mention of tomorrow jolted Rachel. Realising they'd drifted from what she really wanted to discuss, she nudged her mother back on topic. "We were talking about Tuesday." "Sorry love. I've gone and got side-tracked, and you wanted to have a serious chat with me." Sally sat her daughter down and perched on the table next to her. Having let down her guard, it was starting to get easier to talk about these things. "It probably wasn't what you were expecting, but it's perfectly normal. I often let your father be a bit rough on special occasions, mainly birthdays and anniversaries. I'm always surprised how much I get into it." Through the new blush from these intimate revelations of her parents sex life, a light dawned on Rachel's face, "So that's why he was getting me to bite your nipples?" It was a direct question, and Sally was feeling more awkward than she'd hoped discussing her feelings, but given what she and her daughter had done, and were about to do, it didn't seem like the moment to hold back. She took Rachel's hand and pressed on. "Of course. I've never done anything like that with Joel before, but, now we're up to be snuffed, I really can't refuse him, or your father, anything, and neither can you." "So you weren't getting pleasure from him banging you, or the things he had me do to you?" Rachel found herself disappointed, but relieved she hadn't voiced her suspicions her mother was into it. Another hint they were related. Sally didn't often blush, but when she did, she looked remarkably like her daughter. "Oh mum!" Rachel had seen her cheeks brighten. "You were, weren't you?" "Yes I was. I didn't expect to. I was only doing it for Joel. And your father as well, he was looking so happy. Then, the dirtier it got, as Joel got harder inside me, the more pleased I was. When you moved from your brother's butt to my face I was quivering, and I've never even thought of doing that stuff before." "But mum, that was gross." Rachel had been hoping for an honest chat, but still managed to be surprised at quite how intimate it was getting. She plunged on, "Joel's arse was filthy and you were gagging when I kissed you, his shit was still smeared across my face." "Yes." replied Sally. "But didn't you start this little chat by trying to tell me you masturbated in bed afterwards thinking about it?" Sally noticed Rachel still reddening a little at this directness. Her response to her mother seemed to be dragged out of her. "I suppose so." she replied, truthfully but reluctantly. Then, slightly defensively, "But aren't you saying that you did that as well?" "Oh darling, I'm saying I didn't need to. As soon as I realised what was happening in me, I just let myself go with it. When it's too late to worry, you might as well just enjoy the pleasure of the moment, however embarrassing." Sally sat silent for a moment, allowing her daughter time to think about it. She wasn't entirely surprised by the next question. "So will we be getting pleasure tomorrow?" Sally tried to explain, "Sexual pleasure? No. Tomorrow will be about pure torture and humiliation. "So tomorrow's all about helping dad?" "Isn't that enough?" "I guess so." she looked thoughtful. "We will really be helping him, won't we?" "Of course love. We'll be there getting degraded and snuffed in front of all the men on the board. If we put on a good show it'll give your father's career a massive boost." "I suppose that's okay then, especially if it helps daddy." Rachel looked happier on hearing this, but there was something that was leaving her a little disappointed. "It's just I did fancy some more of that sexual pleasure." Rachel's hand flew to her mouth, shocked at what she'd let slip out. She was about to bluster and try to cover it up, then realised it was far too late. The conversation had gone beyond that. Sally hugged her daughter. Mostly just because she wanted to hug her daughter, but partly to cover her own confusion at how Rachel's words made her feel. She braced herself for another burst of honesty, and pulled back to look at her daughter. "Easy enough." Sally swallowed before continuing, not quite believing she was actually going to say it. "All you need to do is take your clothes off and go and see your father and brother in the sitting room." "Naked in front of Joel? I couldn't, he'll tease me." "He probably will, you know what your brother's like, but isn't that the point? Anyway, you've already had your tongue in his bottom, can it be worse than that?" Rachel couldn't help smiling, "Do you remember you called it his shitty ringpiece?" "Yes dear. You see? It's so much easier when you just let yourself go." Sally breathed in. "Piss, shit, arse, cunt, tits! Are you ready now?" Grinning at this outburst, Rachel nodded. But she was about to expose herself for the first time, and to a brother who could be pretty mean. Even if this new-found side of herself was hoping for it, she still wanted support. "Will you do it with me?" They undressed where they were in the kitchen. When Sally hugged her daughter again, to reassure her it really was all right, she couldn't help wondering what she'd be doing tomorrow with the soft, pliant body that pressed against hers. **** "It was just amazing, Chelsea." Rachel was on the phone to her best friend late that night, anxious to share. "After I'd had that conversation with mum I was really able to get into it. My tits are so sore, I think dad was making up for years of not playing with them." "Your tits, my bottom. And my dad wouldn't let Melanie or me have a crap first, I certainly know what my sister's arse tastes like now." "I actually found myself disappointed when dad told Joel he couldn't whip me. He said we couldn't be marked badly tomorrow." "Probably meant he couldn't be marked badly tomorrow, which is fair enough. My dad was saying the same sort of thing." **** Despite what she'd said to her daughter, Sally found herself masturbating in bed that night. She was glad Frank and Joel had stayed downstairs, talking and sharing a beer. Tonight Frank had let Joel take the lead again, and she'd been so happy, seeing the pride he was taking in their son. Even after their talk, Sally hadn't been sure about Rachel to start with. Frank and Joel hadn't spared her, taking particular pleasure in mauling her big tits and having her rim them again. Joel's insults to his sister, even while she was impaled on his cock, had been bringing tears of shame to her eyes. She'd been relieved when a sobbing Rachel had leaned in to whisper, 'Don't worry mum, it's fine.' seeing Sally pause when Joel instructed her to twist her daughter's nipples. "I thought you said you didn't?" Sally jerked upright. She could still hear the rumble of male voices downstairs, and wasn't expecting to be disturbed. Caught in the act, she didn't waste time denying it. "Honestly darling, I haven't needed to before, but this time I couldn't help myself." Rachel sank onto the bed next to her. "That's a relief. I realised I'd started again and was coming in to ask why, it's not like I wasn't getting pleasure earlier." Pleased that her talk with Rachel had worked, Sally pulled back the covers. "Why don't you get in and join me?" "Masturbate together?" She hadn't been thinking of that, but her daughter's comment made her pause. She mentally shrugged, it really was too late to worry. "Why not? It's not as though we're not well acquainted with each other's bodies now." "At least your bottom was clean." Rachel giggled as she slipped in beside her. Mother and daughter lay back in bed, their bodies pressed together, frigging themselves until two shudders showed they were spent. Finished, they cuddled together. "Mum." a little whisper. "What do you think we'll be doing tomorrow?" "I told you darling, I don't know" "Yes. But what might we be doing?" insisted Rachel. "You've been to parties and things." Sally considered. She'd only ever been to a few mixed parties, where the women being snuffed tended to be for decoration rather than the main entertainment. On the other hand she did have some ideas, and didn't want to leave her daughter totally unprepared. "I'm pretty sure whips will be involved." She ran her hand down over Rachel's bottom. "Maybe this lovely arse, and probably those big breasts of yours, will get flayed." "What else?" "Possibly skewers, they could be run through anywhere, or we could be nailed to something." "So we just have to lay back while the men on the board do things to us?" "Could be. But I'm betting we'll be told to do a lot of things to each other, that always goes down well. I did hear about one show where two sisters had to literally eat each other's cunts." Rachel shivered, she wasn't quite sure why, and found her hands slipping down to cuddle her mother's bottom in turn. "So it could be me whipping this arse?" "Quite possibly. If you're instructed to do that. Probably other things much more severe." "How much more severe?" "You do remember it's going to be a snuff show? That means no limits. Canes, bats, hammers, stakes, nooses, knives, anything to cause pain. I might be breaking your legs, you could be smashing my ribs, or maybe using a knife to slice off my fingers or cut my tits open." Rachel couldn't help giggling just a little, as she brought her mother's hand up to rest on one of her substantial boobs. "Don't you think it more likely that you'll be the one cutting my tits open?" Sally reach down to kiss one of her daughter's well- formed breasts and give it a comforting squeeze. "You could be right." "Do you think we'll have to get intimate, like dad and Joel had us doing tonight?" "Probably, the first party your father and I ever went to a pair of women were alternating between muff diving and bare knuckle boxing. No sooner was the blood flying everywhere, then they were back licking the other's pussy." "I just hope I can do that with you in front of a bunch of strangers. I don't know what sounds worse, pleasuring you or hurting you" "You'll be fine darling, I'm ready for anything you're asked to do to me." Sally lovingly stroked her daughter's hair. "You know I'll suck your clit if that's what's wanted, and then I'll bite it off if it's called for. The only important thing is that we don't let your father down, and that means doing everything, just as hard as we can." Rachel grabbed her clit at these words, not sure if she was protecting it from pleasure or pain. It took a bit of getting used to, having her mother, who she couldn't even remember seeing naked before, start being so open and letting slip all this coarse language. But somehow, wrapped up together in a dark bedroom, it felt right. When Frank came up to bed, he saw the two of them lying together, arms and legs intertwined. Reluctantly rejecting the chance, he left them to it. There was something for him to look forward to though, he'd been invited to the entertainment after the board meeting tomorrow, quite an honour in itself. He left them together, anticipating the shock on their faces when they realised he'd be watching their suffering as well. ------------ Friday, A.M. ------------ "Mum! Sis! Time to wake up!" Joel, a big grin on his face, ripped the quilt off and, seeing a pair of naked backsides, gave them both a good slap. "What have you pair been up to?" his face looked like it might actually split. "Never mind, we haven't got time now. Get up, breakfast's ready." "Oh that's nice." Sally murmured, bleary eyed. "I can't remember the last time Joel made breakfast." Rachel, who had seen her brother's face, wasn't so sure, "Possibly. But his face was splitting with that wicked grin of his. I'm wondering what 'breakfast' is." They slipped into their dressing gowns and went downstairs together. In the hall they found Joel, looking important, directing them to the kitchen. "That's not so bad." said Rachel, looking at what had been laid out on the kitchen table. It really didn't look unpleasant. There were two well- stocked plates of fruits and four large jugs of water. "Dad's sorry he can't be here." Joel spoke with odd formality. "But he's been called into work early. He left me to pass on the board's instructions to you." Sally looked proudly at her son. Pleased he'd been entrusted with such an important role. "So what should we do now?" she asked meekly. "We've got to do whatever he says?" Rachel gave her brother a sulky look. "Rachel!" her mother said, sharply. "Joel's speaking for the board. Whatever he says is instructions from them, and we need to follow them." Joel couldn't help looking smug as Rachel cast her eyes down, realising the day had now officially begun. "Sit down and I'll explain breakfast." Joel moved aside to let the two of them reach the table. "You need to eat and drink everything that's here. No need to rush, there's plenty of time." "We'll burst." exclaimed Rachel. "There must be four litres each here." "Don't be silly dear." her mother said. "It'll be pretty uncomfortable, but I'm sure we'll manage. This isn't a day for thinking about yourself." Her mother was right, so Rachel poured her first glass of water and grabbed a handful of grapes. She wasn't trying to let her parents down, it was just hard to realise, sitting in her familiar kitchen, that the board's entertainment had already started. It took some time to get through breakfast, but eventually the table was clear. Both of them were still sitting there, reluctant to move, with their stomachs uncomfortably swollen, when Joel came back in, carrying two small glasses of something. "What are these?" Rachel asked, taking the glass he gave her. "A laxative and diuretic." he replied cheerfully. "Just to make sure you don't try and hold on to anything." As Joel left the kitchen, Rachel turned to her mother in dismay. "Mum. Are they going to expect us to.." Rachel stumbled over her words. "Go to the toilet in front of them?" Sally tried to explain to her daughter, even now finding it a little hard to talk about these things, "Darling, I thought you realised there might be things like that after what you did with Joel on Tuesday, and, to be honest, I didn't find him much cleaner last night." Rachel thought about it, and swallowed the contents of the glass. "I suppose we need to do whatever we're asked now, I just need to get my head round it. Doesn't mean doing that sort of stuff in a roomful of strangers isn't going to be pretty bad." Sally looked relieved, she'd been worried her daughter was set to start complaining again. Then she saw Rachel think of something else to trouble her. "But, you remember Joel had me kiss you, when my face and tongue were still smeared with his crap?" Well, it was his crap thought Sally. I really should get over you think even the rudest words in front of Rachel now. Good grief, last night I was watching her father mount her while blowing my own son. And today there'll be absolutely no limits, we'll be doing the filthiest and most degrading thing with and to each other. Somehow, though, it seemed easier when we were lying together in the dark, or being ordered by Frank and Joel. She tried to reassure her daughter, but couldn't not be honest. "That's right, darling. I imagine we'll be tasting each other's bowels in there one way or another. Look, I'll try and keep as much as I can out of your mouth if it comes to it." "Don't you dare mum." Rachel surprised herself with the firmness of her response, she really was trying to make the day go well and spoke quite plainly to her mother. "I'm going to do my best, and that means the hardest show we can. If you're told to dump on me, even if it's in my mouth, I expect you to force every stinking piece out, I'm going to do the same to you." When Joel strode back in, carrying a pair of carrier bags, he found his mother and sister tightly holding hands and smiling at each other. "Okay." he broke the little scene up. "You need to get dressed and ready for your walk." Rachel turned to her mother, uncertain again, "What are you going to wear? I was thinking of my favourite red jumper and that new pair of jeans. Do you think that'll be okay?" Joel cut in, holding up the two bags he was carrying. "Don't worry, I've got the answer. Next order of the day from the board. You need to get dressed in these and then walk straight to their offices. Go slowly, but don't stop for anything." "Oh shit!" Sally groaned. "I'd forgotten about public humiliation." "Tough mum. That's what they want." Joel dropped the bags on the table and walked out, his grin as big as ever. Rachel let go of her mother's hand and sat up, alarmed. "What's he talking about mum?" "You know when we were discussing what to expect? Well, I'd completely forgotten the rumour that the board like public humiliation, and I bet they know we're both pretty shy when we're out." Rachel looked terrified and confused, "How would they know that?" "Your father will have told them, of course. I'm sure he'll have filled them in on anything about us that will improve the show." "So we have to wear whatever's in those bags and walk to the office?" Rachel was using her smallest voice. "Do you think it'll be revealing?" "I expect so, dear. Dad knows neither of us will even wear a swimsuit in public. I know we've seen quite a lot of each other's bodies recently, but that's just family. Trust me, this is going to be a whole new level of discomfort for us." The day hadn't even started, and it was worse than she had feared. Gone was her comfort of sneaking in unobserved. Now it looked like she had an hour's walk right through town, dressed in, well she dreaded to think. Just about everyone she knew would be able to observe her shame. It took everything she'd discovered in the past couple of days to steel herself and remember what she was doing. "But the board will like it if we're humiliated, and it'll help dad?" Sally found herself breaking into another gratified smile. "It will darling. I'm so pleased you've realised how important this is to your father." **** "Off you go, strumpets." With a cheeky insult, and two resounding slaps to their arses, Joel sent his mother and sister out through the front door and into a bright, sunlit morning. They could hardly look more different than they did leaving the house on any other day. Sally normally favoured quite plain skirts, jackets and blouses. Now she wore a little red mini-skirt so short you could make out her dark bush and the crack of her buttocks, let alone the suspenders that held up her matching red stockings. The sheer black top, the scarf attempting to be strategically placed, and the black stilettos, merely seemed to highlight her essential nakedness. Her daughter, a habitual wearer of baggy jumpers, was now red-faced and dressed in a similarly revealing manner. Black thigh boots and a red bikini that barely covered nipples and crotch, certainly not bottom and boobs. Over this was a black 'dress' in the same sheer material as her mother's top, doing nothing more than accentuate her lack of clothing underneath. Bright red and sweating with embarrassment, they walked hand-in-hand through the well-lit streets. Both walked uncomfortably, their stomachs still quite swollen, and now the added problem of the drugs starting to take effect. "Everyone is looking at us mum." Rachel mumbled. "Of course they are." was her mother's, barely audible, reply. "We've been dressed as a couple of sluts, it would probably be less embarrassing if we were just stark naked" "It's going to get worse in a minute mum." Rachel's voice was even smaller. "I've got to pee, and Joel said we couldn't stop for anything." "Nothing you can do, love. If you can't hold it, you'll just have to go as we walk." Sally had been controlling her own desire to piss well, but didn't want her daughter to think she was alone. So, releasing any hope of maintaining some dignity, she volunteered "I could pee too, would you like me to go first?" "Thanks mum." Rachel said gratefully. "That would make me feel better." Sally's relief, as she released the pressure in her bladder, was pretty much lost in the shame she felt, feeling the warm, stinking stream soak her stockings and shoes, leaving a dark wet trail behind her on the dry pavement. Hearing her mother's piss splashing down, Rachel gratefully let go herself, soaking her own clothes and leaving a matching trail. All dignity lost, blushing as red as Rachel's bikini, trying to avoid the amused gazes, the pair walked determinedly on. **** Entering the offices of Frank's firm was, in many ways, worse than being out on the public street. Outside they'd been able to walk stolidly on, ignoring the stares of everyone they passed. Now they'd have to talk to people who not only could see the degrading state they were in now, but, given office gossip, would have a pretty good idea of what they were going to do. "Do you think they all know why we're here?" Rachel quietly asked. A host of faces had turned to observe their entrance, and every squelch from her damp boots seemed to attract more attention. Sally, suffering herself, trying to reassure her. "It's the monthly board meeting. They must be used to women turning up looking like us." It wasn't much reassurance for either of them. Sally might not like talking about it, but she'd been to parties and seen how much attention the snuff-bunnies attracted, even before the show started. Rachel could feel the stares that her well-developed breasts, previously so carefully hidden, were inviting. "Hi. You must be Sally and Rachel. I'm Jo." The young woman who greeted them was not much older than Rachel. From her pleasant smile down to her smart sensible shoes, both mother and daughter wished they looked more like her. "I see you've pissed yourselves." Her entirely practical manner suggesting she'd done this before. "That'll have gone down well. We'd better get upstairs, they'll be finishing lunch any minute now." As they followed Jo's smart business suit upstairs, sharply aware of the contrast their own clothes must make, Sally tried to make light conversation. "Have you been working here long then Jo?" Jo sounded a little bored by the question, but she answered pleasantly enough. "A couple of years, it's a good job. There aren't many women here, but they wanted someone to organise the entertainment and greet the snuff-bunnies. My dad works here so, knowing I was interested, he put me up for it." "Snuff-bunnies?" Rachel asked, the word was new to her. When Jo replied in some surprise, Sally felt a twinge of embarrassment at not having talked more to Rachel, "You haven't heard of snuff-bunnies? But you are one. When you're the entertainment, you're called a snuff-bunny." "I suppose, given we're mother and daughter, you could call us a snuff-family." Sally said, a little gauchely, hoping humour would get past the awkward moment. "Will you be coming in with us snuff-bunnies?" Rachel asked Jo, finding herself strangely proud to be able to apply this new word to herself. "Oh no." she replied. "I don't expect to be in a board meeting until I'm the entertainment." She was working for the company, so of course she'd be signed up to entertain when asked, but Sally couldn't help saying. "So one day you'll be in our place?" Joe broke into a broad smile and answered enthusiastically. "Oh yes." "You're looking forward to it?" "Of course, the board are always so pleased when I organise a good show. I'm already planning my own." Rachel jumped in. If Jo organised everything, she could tell her what her mother couldn't. "So what'll be happening with us today?" "I can't tell you that, I'd get fired!" Jo spoke lightly, but it was clear she meant it. "You'll just have to wait and see." "But is it going to be very bad?" Rachel persisted, not sure which answer she was hoping for. "Don't worry, I'm good at my job." Jo said, with a touch of satisfaction. "There hasn't been a board meeting yet where I haven't heard the screams from my desk, and that's two floors away." Sally, looking at her daughter's smooth young body, wondered how it would look after she'd screamed that loudly. Before she could ask any more, the little party came to a halt, they'd reached the boardroom door. Jo turned to face them and, in her pleasantly sensible voice, gave them their last instructions. "They'll be ready for you in just a few minutes." she said, "Here's what you should do when you go in. Stand in front of the table on this side of the room. Pause and let the board have a good look at you. Then, Sally, you need to slowly strip Rachel out of all her clothes. You can't use your hands, just your mouth. Drop the clothes in the basket that's in the corner. After that, fix the cuffs that are on the table to her ankles and wrists, you can use your hands for that bit. Then, Rachel, you need to do exactly the same to your mother." "Then what should we do?" Sally asked. "You'll be told." Jo grinned as her eyes flickered over their near-naked forms. Seeing them watching her, she explained, "Just getting a mental 'before' picture. I always like to take a peek afterwards so I can improve for next time." "OK." they both whispered nervously. Jo walked briskly away, leaving Rachel and her mother standing alone looking at each other. Both were reflecting on what the familiar body in front of them had just been through, and wondering what was going to happen to it next. It was Rachel who broke the silence first. "Jo was really nice." said Rachel, trying to understand. "It's weird to think that she organises all this." "I think it's really good." replied Sally, pleased that someone who really understood women had put their day together. "She obviously takes pride in her work. Look at what she's managed already, and we're not even in the boardroom yet." "You're right mum." she hadn't thought of it like that. "That was definitely the worst journey I've ever had to take. Being stared at in the street and in the offices. Everybody's seen my boobs now, and so many people saw us wetting ourselves." "I know darling. Trust me, it was just as humiliating for me. Pissing in public! You know I don't like attracting attention either." "And that's what she was aiming for?" "Of course it was dear. Your father said the CCTV is fed into the boardroom, so they can watch the entertainment walking in as a warm-up." "I wonder what we'll be doing next." Thinking this was a question, Sally answered, "I've really no more idea than when you asked me last night, darling." "I know that mum, I was just wondering aloud. You know, now we're here and we've met Jo, I'm quite looking forward to it." Sally checked with her daughter. "You do realise Jo's a professional? Being a woman, she'll know exactly how to wring every ounce of suffering and degradation of out of us. She wouldn't keep her job if she wasn't using that." "I'm a snuff-bunny now." Rachel said, almost hoping to shock her mother. "I want to put on the best show I can. Then I reckon dad will be on the board himself soon." She wasn't shocked, she was proud, and couldn't resist putting her arms around Rachel and hugging her. "That's a wonderful change from the girl on Tuesday who was whingeing because she'd miss her dance club. I'm really proud of you, and I know your dad is as well." "Thanks mum, and I'm really proud of you too. I promise once we're in there I'll do everything to you that's asked, I don't care how painful or demeaning." "And I will to you too dear. We're going to put on the best show ever and make your father proud as well." "Piss, shit, arse, cunt, tits!" Rachel whispered, almost managing not to blush. "I'm ready." Encouraged by her mother's behaviour, Rachel brought up one more thing. She'd been running through it in her head, hoping for a good time, and this seemed like it. "Mum." she said, looking straight at her. "As this is it, there's one thing I'd like you to promise me." "If I can, I will." replied Sally, holding her daughter's hand. "When we're in there, if there's something I don't understand and I ask you, I want you to promise you'll answer it properly, no matter how awful. I know you don't like bad language, but just this once if you mean cunt, say cunt." Sally squeezed Rachel's hand. "Yes darling. I promise, however bad." Rachel looked relieved. "In that spirit, do you think Jo planned to have half our clothes soaked in piss? Is that why we'll be stripping each other with just our mouths? " "I should think so." Sally replied. " She didn't seem even slightly surprised when she saw us all wet." "Well." Rachel said. "You said before I'd probably get to taste your bowels. Looks like I'm going to taste your bladder as well." Sally tried to find words to express how fine she thought Rachel was, but at that moment a voice barked out from the boardroom. "Sally! Rachel! Get in here!" Sally turned to her daughter, ready now for anything. "We're on!" ------------ Friday, P.M. ------------ The boardroom was large and airy, windows along three sides. The room itself was almost square, with a long table running along the far side. All Rachel and Sally could see, as they entered, were the silhouettes of about twenty men, sitting on the far side of the long table, outlined against the windows behind them. Stacked against the one windowless wall were cupboards, drawers, and various items of painful looking furniture. The ceiling above them seemed packed with a multitude of hooks, ropes, and tracks. On their side of the room the only item of furniture not against the wall was the table they'd been told about, low and large enough for them both to lie on, a small pile of leather cuffs awaiting. None of the men in the room said anything as they entered. So, following instructions, they walked across to stand in front of the table. After a few minutes under the board's assembled gaze, which somehow didn't seem so bad after the trial of their walk to get here, impatient noises from their audience encourage them to move on to the next part of the program. **** Sally grunted as she finally pulled the second boot off, her teeth protesting at the strain. She was glad now they had both been given such flimsy clothes. The dress and bikini had been pretty easy to remove, even if the stench of her daughter's piss in her mouth had made her gag a little when, as directed, she carried them to the basket in the corner. With the final boot deposited, she returned to the centre of the room to await her daughter's ministrations. For Rachel it was the stockings that proved trickiest. In the end she just had to chew the piss-soaked material free where it clipped onto the suspender belt. Now they were standing stark naked before the board, both wondered what was coming next. It was only a few seconds before a man in the middle of the table spoke. "I see you couldn't hold it in, walking through town. That must have been embarrassing, pissing yourselves in front of everybody." he sounded amused. "Now, raise your hand if you need to go again." Well, I expected this, thought Rachel. I've pissed myself out in public, will it really be worse doing it in front of these people? And those damn drugs do mean I need to go again. She timidly raised her hand, as her mother did the same. "We'd better let you go then." He paused, as though thinking. "Can't have you getting our floor wet though. You'd better drink each other's. If Sally kneels down, Rachel can go first. Get your mouth right over her snatch, we don't want splashing." Rachel tried to go gently, but the diuretics were doing their job. Her piss gushed into her mother's mouth far faster than it could be swallowed, forcing its way out of the sides and through her nose. When it was Sally's turn, Rachel fared even worse. She hadn't realised how the stink would make her gag, and great gobbets escaped to splash down her body and onto the floor. "Oh dear, that's no good. Look at the floor. We can't have you pissing everywhere all afternoon." He definitely sounded amused now. "Sally, go to drawer four on the wall behind you and take out what you find in there." Sally wasn't sure what she'd got, as she returned holding the items cautiously in her hand. They looked like small rubber dildos with little sharp metal spikes, sweeping backwards, all over them. "Got them? Excellent. One of those shoved up each of your pee-holes will stop you getting our floor any wetter. Sally, you can do Rachel first, better get her kneeling up on the table." "Brace yourself." Sally told her daughter. "This isn't going to be pleasant." "Those look nasty." Rachel said nervously, as she clambered up, "What are they for?" Sally regretted her promise to be completely open and honest with her daughter, but it was too late now to back out. "I'm going to be shoving this up where you pee. I think those spikes will dig in and hold the plug inside you." She looked at her daughter's trembling backside, her pussy exposed to the gaze of all these strange men, and swallowed before continuing. "That Jo knows what she's doing, this is going to be painful. The only way you'll be peeing again is if this gets yanked out, and that will shred you." Sally could see her daughter tense. Regardless, she spread Rachel's delicate vulva and searched for the little opening she was about to brutalize. Although they'd agreed not to spare each other, and she was pleased they'd done that, she still paused before inflicting this first act of pain. This vicious little plug signalled the point of no return. "Mum, get on with it." hissed Rachel, pulling Sally out of her reverie. Embarrassed by Rachel's commitment, Sally stopped hesitating and shoved the plug in hard, drawing a howl from her daughter that caused a pleased murmur to ripple through the audience behind them. "I feel like I'm splitting." panted Rachel, as she climbed awkwardly down from the table to make room for her mother. She whimpered a little as a movement drove the spikes into the soft walls of her urethra. Undaunted, she barely paused before subjecting her mother to the same treatment. Both women had now, almost certainly, taken their last piss. "What'll happen now?" Rachel asked, as she helped her mother stand up again. "Unless those are pulled out, which would rip us open, our bladders will swell and burst. If you try and pee you'll just drive those spikes in further. Before you ask, yes it will be extremely painful, and with all those diuretics it probably won't be long." "Good." Sally knew what Rachel meant, the more they suffered, the better the show. Unable to hug her, she slipped one hand behind and gave one of her daughter's buttocks a comforting squeeze. Now a new voice, "No dawdling. Go and pull out the saltire cross and stand it up. Sally, you stand against it, facing us, and let Rachel lock your cuffs in place. Then, Rachel, take out the contents from drawer six and come and stand by our table." "You said we might have to do things to each other." Rachel whispered, as she cuffed her mother to the cross. "I reckon the whole show could be us taking turns torturing the other." "I think you could be right." Sally replied. She remembered last night in bed. "I wonder which drawer the knife will be in?" Her mother's words made Rachel run her hand over her breasts as she went to get the contents of drawer six, wondering what it was going to feel like as they were hacked off or sliced open. The strange thing was this made her hand slip down to her crotch, but a stab of pain stopped her, and, abashed that she'd thought of her own pleasure, she hastened to grab whatever was going to torture her mother next. "Turn to face your mother. As you can see, you have a box of 20 darts. Every one that doesn't land in her, she will cut off one of your fingers or toes." One thing Rachel did have was a good aim. Nineteen shots, every one embedded in her mother's torso. On the twentieth, though, distracted by another jolt of pain as the spiked bung dug in, the dart flew higher than she meant. Her mother, hurt and bleeding, didn't notice until too late, and the dart landed square in her right eye. "Well done, Rachel." the same voice, now raised to be heard above Sally's scream. "But I think your poor mother should have some revenge for such a wicked final throw. Go and get a pair of snips off the wall before you pull the darts out and release her." "Do you reckon they always meant you to cut off at least one of my fingers?" Rachel asked her mother, in a surprisingly matter-of-fact voice, as she pulled the dart out of her eye and unhooked her cuffs. "Possibly." Sally whimpered, disoriented by the blindness and pain, but still doing her best to answer. "They probably didn't expect you to be such a good shot. Just remember, our only job here today is to make them happy." "I know mum. Here are the snips, I'll hold out my left hand and let you choose." "Sorry Darling." Another scream, and Rachel was looking through tears at her little finger lying on the floor. Her mother breathing heavily next to her. "Okay. Time for a little audience participation." It was the man at the centre of the table again. "Which two people were on the first ballot? Great, go and get your canes. Ladies, go and get two high stools and lean over them so we can see your arses." The canes were not light, and mother and daughter were soon screaming lustily as they clung tight to the stools for support. Their bladders were filling fast and the bent position was not helping. Strangely, the caning stopped when Sally grew hoarse. Rachel turned to her mother and, still whimpering, mouthed, "What's happening?" Before Sally could even try to answer the same voice spoke, "Looks like Rachel won that. Stand up to you two, it's time for the daughter to give her mother a present." Mother and daughter staggered upright and turned to face the board, arses on fire, Sally with her damaged eye still weeping. Their pain had driven the embarrassment of exposing themselves out of their minds. Now they stood, bizarrely seductively, the act of rubbing their bottoms pushing their chests out. "Very pretty." commented a new voice dryly. "But I think the mother would look better with more colour on her face. Reckon she should lie on the floor while that lovely, big-titted daughter craps in her mouth. I heard she's tasted her son's arse, time she tried the rest of the family" Correctly interpreting this as an order, Sally winced as she lay down on the floor. She wasn't surprised, but the news Frank had revealed her incestuous sessions with Joel, and apparently in some detail, made her embarrassment briefly overwhelmed the pain. Looking up at the grins from the men watching as she lay on the floor, preparing to be covered in her own daughter's crap, brought an added flush of colour to her cheeks. Rachel remembered her mother saying she'd taken pleasure from tasting Joel's arse on her lips. This time she suspected that the contents of her daughter's bowels dumped over her face wouldn't be the same. On the bright side, the laxatives had been scouring through her colon, and the need to empty it had been growing for some time. "Try not to make a mess this time. The floor's still damp from earlier." an oddly familiar voice. I wonder what 'punishment' we'll get for failing this time, thought Sally, but I need give it my best shot. So, steeling herself, she whispered to Rachel, "Try and aim for my mouth." As Sally suspected, there was no chance of avoiding a mess. Even as her pretty daughter's battered arse sank towards her face, she could see her sphincter distending. Her mouth was open wide, but the putrid stream that gushed out was soon overflowing and covering her face. She fought the urge to vomit, and swallowed what she could, but it wasn't enough. Above Sally, Rachel, even as her bowels began to uncontrollably empty, realised she wasn't about to escape her own torment. She couldn't shit without trying to piss as well, and the pressure was driving the spikes deeply into her delicate urethral walls. Spent, she rolled off her mother, hand clutching her pussy, to laughter from the board . The sight of her mother provided some distraction though. She couldn't help being impressed. "Wow mum. You're really swallowing it, and even I think it smells disgusting." "Knew I wouldn't get it all." choked Sally, "Had to put on a good show though. Why were you howling?" "Couldn't not piss." Rachel found herself smiling a little. "And I think they all knew that was going to happen." "That is a filthy floor, girls. I told you not to get dirty, there's going to have to be some extra punishment for letting it get like that." This time the familiar voice was speaking clearly, and both Sally and Rachel started. "Dad!" "Frank!" They both looked. The one clearly, the other hazily through shit and ruptured eyeball, as the familiar figure strolled out from the end of the board table. "But first I think you'd better kiss your mother for trying so hard." However disgusting, Rachel knew she needed to do everything that was asked. So, stomach heaving, she forced herself to push her mouth against her mother's and even searched out the tongue with her own. Her shit smelt more rank than she could ever remember, and her mother had been swallowing it down! Despite this, she massaged lips against her mum's, taking what could be a last maternal kiss. "That's quite enough. Time for your punishment." was it a note of relish in Frank's voice? "Lie on the table." Sally looked at her husband, standing over them holding a pair of thin skewers. "Darling, you got to come and see us, and to take part in our torture. I'm so pleased." "Hi dad." said Rachel, pleased he was here as well. "What will you be doing to us with those?" "Pushing them into your stomachs." explained Frank, he knew being forewarned would make their suffering worse. "They're so thin it won't hurt that much, but then your stomach acid will start to leak." Explanation over, he positioned the first skewer over his wife's belly, and drove it in hard with his fist. Not painful, thought Sally, screaming as a line of fire shot through her, if that's not painful what will the acid be like? She'd experienced Frank being a bit rough, but this was another level entirely. She scrabbled for Rachel's hand as Frank moved around to inflict the same on his daughter, with the same screaming result. "I've left them in." said Frank, conversationally. "I thought I'd let you pull them out of each other after you've been cleaned up." "Thank you, Frank." It was the voice from the centre again. "Line up, gentlemen. We do need to get these two cleaned up. Down on your knees please ladies." Sally heaved herself off the table and dropped to her knees, a line of pain still running through her, and now a throbbing ache starting to eat at her bladder. She looked at her beautiful daughter, still with little visible damage, but showing signs of the torment she was in. They'd discussed it, but she hadn't appreciated how extreme things were going to get. "Bearing up dear?" Sally asked, failing to sound as cheerful as she intended. "I'm in agony mum, I think my bladder is about to burst. But isn't that why we're here?" "You're right." Sally admitted, shedding a few half- joyful tears. "It is. I'm sorry, I won't ask you again. I'm just surprised how much torment they can put us in." The board trooped out in a line from behind their table. One by one they stepped up, penises out, to 'wash' Sally down. Whatever they'd drunk with lunch, it had produced a uniformly vile stench to their piss. Keeping her mouth open proved hard. Halfway through, the board stopped relieving themselves on Sally. She might look cleaner, but for her it was hardly an improvement. They didn't start immediately on Rachel, but waited while a large tub was placed in front of her. "As Rachel only has a dirty face, we thought we'd just fill up this tub and then get her mother to wash her." Rachel looked nervous. She knew now that every pleasant comment resulted in a new atrocity. Sally, too, looked anxious, wondering what she was about to have to do to her daughter. The last man had finished, and the same voice spoke pleasantly again. "Just pop your daughters face in there to get it clean. Two minutes should do it. I'll time you." Two minutes!, thought Sally, I've got to nearly drown Rachel in that vat of stinking male piss. Rachel was looking wild, drowning was her secret fear (well, nearly secret, her mother knew and she'd once told her father), but Sally hadn't forgotten why they were here and, grabbing the back of her daughter's hair, forced her down. Rachel struggled wildly, her body fighting to escape and let her breathe, but Sally, fighting against instinct, held tight for the full two minutes, keeping her pretty daughter drowning in the tub of the stinking piss. When Sally dragged her out she was a piteous sight, coughing, spluttering and shaking. There was a lull, the board whispering among themselves, so Rachel took the chance to have her own words with her mother. "Do all men smell like that?" she asked. "Rachel!" replied her mother. "How many men do you think have pissed on me? But no, I think they took something to make it that bad." "I thought that might be it. That was utterly horrible, I'm not sure how they're going to top that. I'm glad you did it right, though, mum. I thought for a moment there you were weakening." Sally again reached to squeeze her daughter's hand and reassure her. "I told you, however much pain, however disgusting, however horrible it is, I'll do it to you. I'm going to be pulling that skewer out in a minute, and that's apparently going to be worse than when it went in." Rachel glanced down to look at the shiny metal sticking out below her breasts. She had almost forgotten it was there. Drowning, and an increasingly painful bladder, had driven its, now dull, ache from her mind. She squeezed her mother's hand back, "That's something to not look forward to." Another new voice spoke up. "Sorry for the delay ladies. We've just been so impressed by Rachel's performance, we've decided to alter the program a little." Sally felt Rachel's hands tighten sharply in hers. She might be more than willing, but she wasn't enjoying it. Rachel's gulp was clearly audible, was she going to be drowned again? Her mother felt little better, she'd do whatever it was, but knew it was going to be horrible. "Back to the cross I think. This time for Rachel." He sounded positively breezy. "Make sure her cuffs are tight, then have a look in drawer ten." Rachel hobbled to the cross, squirming, her bladder so full she could see the bulge. Her body's constant, but unsuccessful, attempts to piss weren't helping either. She managed to lean against the cross somehow and raise her hands. Sally was a little better, her bladder a little larger. Painful, but she could still move. With Rachel attached to the cross, she pulled open drawer ten and took out the contents. Dreading what she was going to be doing with them, she returned to her daughter. "Hold one up so Rachel can see, we wouldn't like her to miss anything. Lovely things aren't they? Almost as lovely as your daughter's big tits. Make sure you push them right through." Rachel had been right, her mother was going to be destroying her breasts. Neither of them had foreseen quite how wicked the implements were going to be though. In her hand Sally held twenty metal skewers. Unlike those still embedded in their bellies, these had a barbed point at one end, and a big ring at the other. Twenty thrusts, twenty howls. Rachel's breasts were a feast of metalwork, blood dripping out from every nasty little cut. "Better not leave them in there, we don't want her inconvenienced." another cheery 'suggestion'. "Those barbs, is this going to the end of my tits?" Rachel asked her mother, seeing the look on her face. "Yes." Sally regretted every time she complained to her daughter about her breasts now she was about to ruin them. "By the time I've pulled all these out, there's not going to be much left." "Get me screaming then, mum. No more stupid big tits, and it might help me forget my bladder." She tried to smile, but the pain was getting too much. Sally set to, not quite believing how much damage she was doing. Each skewer ripped out was pulling a large chunk of her daughter's mammaries with it. The hurt from each violation of her flesh was written in Rachel's face and sounded in her voice. With the twentieth skewer out, and the contents of her breasts scattered at her feet, scraps of flesh and odd lumps were all that was left. "I think you've forgotten the twenty-first." Sally, who'd been surveying the ruin of her daughter's chest, looked at the little metal ring still protruding from her belly. Was the plan for her to wreck her daughter, before she herself was snuffed? Rachel barely made a sound as the other skewer was removed. She was still whimpering from the pain in her breasts and bladder, but almost looked surprised that it hadn't hurt more. "You'd better release Rachel so she can pop out yours as well." "No sweat mum. You'll barely notice it." She released just one of Rachel's hands. Not sure her daughter could stand on her own anymore. Then stood in front of her, so she could reach to slide the steel out. There was surprisingly little pain, but she'd learned not to hope her suffering would be reduced. If it didn't hurt now, she knew it soon would. "Oh shit mum." Rachel gasped, her movements had finally proved too much for one of her abused organs. "I can't bear it, my bladder." Her mother looked down, past the damage she'd just inflicted, to the ugly bulge just above the blaze of hairs on her daughters pussy. Even as she looked it seemed to swell and ripple. Another second and Rachel was screaming and writhing, almost pulling the cross over in her torment. Her bladder had finally burst! "She seems to be seizing. You'd better punch her face." This must be what Joel meant by legendary. They were watching a pretty teenager contorted in agony, and they wanted her mother, who they'd already got to cause her so much pain, to inflict more. Impressed despite herself, Sally lifted her daughter's head and punched her face, putting all the strength she could muster behind the blow. -------------- Friday, R.I.P. -------------- As Rachel's shrieks descended into whimpers, Frank's voice rang out again. "I think you could let her down now. Lay her out on the table. Isn't she looking pretty?" As her mother released her, Rachel managed to whisper. "How do I look?" Sally looked at what she'd done already to her daughter. Swollen face, and at least one broken tooth. Tattered skin hanging over ugly gashes on her chest. Strange swelling and odd bruising where her bladder should be. "Pretty impressive at least dear." she reassured her. "You're looking every bit a snuff-bunny, but I wouldn't say pretty." In considerable pain herself, her bladder, and now her bowels, cramping horribly, Sally struggled to help her daughter, barely able to stand upright, across to the table. She heard the gasp from the battered girl as she unceremoniously dropped Rachel down. Leaving her lying, face up, on its surface. "I think you should feed our daughter, your arse must be about ready to burst open." there was more than a hint of amusement in Frank's voice. Sally was taken back to their second anniversary, when she'd first let him slap her around during sex. Despite her discomfort, she almost hopped onto the table to push her arse into Rachel's face. Had this been planned as well? After holding on for so long her bowels were cramping, and she groaned as she forced them to release. Shaking with the effort, her pee-hole throbbing with added pain, she squeezed a steady stream of turds into Rachel's gasping mouth. In a world of her own hurt, it was a few seconds before Rachel realised what was happening. Unable to escape, her face pinned between her mother's buttocks, and her arms trapped under her legs, there was nothing else to do. Either she suffocated in shit, or she swallowed the reeking present from her mother's bowels. Desperate not to drown, she forced herself to swallow until, bowels emptied, her mother virtually fell off her. "Thank you for that, Frank. You really do seem to have provided some first-class entertainment." The man in the middle was speaking again. "And now we really ought to do something for Sally, she must be feeling rather left out." "Maybe she should take a piss?" someone else suggested. "Excellent idea. Someone pull out a chair. Oh, and get Rachel in position, she looks like she could do with a refreshing drink." "I thought you said we'd never piss again." Rachel had turned to see her mother lying beside her on the floor. "Not without some horrible damage, I said. Either they're cutting me open, or," Sally swallowed, "they're going to rip my plug out." "Come and take a seat." Sally looked round. Two of her audience had pulled out an inspection chair from the wall, with stirrups for her legs. She clambered upright and sank into it, crying out as she forced her legs high enough to sit in the stirrups. Rachel was roughly helped across to kneel between her mother's legs, eyes level with the ominous metal ring poking out from the dark hairs of her bush. "If you're going to have a drink Rachel, you'd better clear that blockage." Rachel knew what that meant and grasped the ring at the base of Sally's piss bung. Her own plug was bedded in like her mother's, the spikes driven through all her most sensitive parts. She knew she was about to rip her mother's sex apart, destroying her mother's pussy like her mother had destroyed her breasts. Unexpectedly excited, she braced herself, preparing to use all her strength. "Ready to have your cunt ripped out?" she whispered to her mother, worried a surprise pull would yank her out of the stirrups. Her mother just nodded and braced herself, breathing in deeply for the inevitable howl. Rachel yanked back hard. Sally screamed, feeling like her whole cunt had been torn out. Rachel moved in quickly, anxious to catch the stream of blood and piss that gushed out of her mother in her mouth. Stomach full of shit, she'd passed the point of feeling disgust at swallowing more of anyone's waste, only caring now about putting on a good show. "How do I look?" her mother gasped, as Rachel crawled back up to her. "Every inch a snuff-bunny too." whispered Rachel. "Your pee-hole is shredded, and so's your clit and half your cunt." As they whispered, Rachel felt a burning pain in her insides. With so much abuse, it took her a moment to place, then she remembered that skewer through her stomach. "While she's in a gyno chair, we could see what's in her womb. Time for the doctor I think." A ripple of laughter rang round the board table. Sally, following their eyes, looked round to see one of their number approaching, grinning, wearing a white coat and carrying a scalpel. Still in shock from her cunt ripping, she watched almost dispassionately as he placed a hand on her stomach and selected a place to cut. It didn't stop her from screaming and screaming, though, as he sliced open her abdomen and cut into her uterus. "How are you staying still mum?" Rachel's gasping little voice, impressed, in her ear. "I think my stomach acids leaking, and that's bad enough." She didn't get a reply, her mother was panting and hoarse. Instead she heard the result from the 'doctor'. "I'm afraid there's nothing in there." One of the voices they'd heard before, "She'd better have something in there. Her whole daughter won't fit, but how about a hand." Rachel was anxious to do whatever she was asked, but wasn't sure what they meant. In her confusion she didn't even notice a man walking round from the end of the table until he was standing over her. "Better have that thumb off, it might get in the way. Hold out your hand." She'd lost one finger already, so Sally knew her daughter had already experienced the pain that was coming. The way that Rachel held out her hand, and meekly separated the thumb to be cut off, made her mother proud. Her shriek, as flesh and bone were severed, brought a murmur of delight from those watching. "Now get down there and shove it up your mother's cunt. Don't stop until she can see you waving." Now she knew what was wanted. Dragging herself round to the debris of her mother's snatch, Rachel probed the wreckage with her surviving fingers, feeling for the opening she'd once come out of. Despite two children, and the damage Rachel had inflicted only minutes before, what was left of Sally's pussy was still pretty snug, and her daughter had to work hard to push in and find the opening of her womb. Sally's screams, as her daughter wrenched her unwilling cervix open, and forced her hand through, were, if anything, even more impressive than when she was sliced open. "Time for a break I think." it was the voice from the centre. "Shall we go and get a drink gentlemen?" At this, the entire board began getting up and wandering out, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifting through the open door as they exited. Their stuff-bunnies were left as they were, mewling and shuddering, a pretty little tableau in the centre of the room Rachel looked up to her mother. Her mutilated hand still protruding from the rift in Sally's belly. "What should we do now?" she asked her. "Just stay like this, I suppose." Sally managed to reply. "I'm sure everything's been designed to maximise our suffering, and this is just another part of it. I told you there'd be no limits in snuff." "This is still more extreme than I could ever have imagined." Rachel panted and gasped, as another wave of agony rolled through her insides "I don't know if you'd noticed it, what with me ripping your cunt, but I think our stomach acid is burning through us?" Concentrating on her daughter's question helped Sally avoid screaming until she passed out, which she desperately didn't want to do. "Trust me darling, I know that. As the acid leaks, it'll be dissolving our internal organs. If nothing else happened, it'd eventually snuff us, but that wouldn't be much of a show. I'm sure it's just being used to increase our pain." **** "Looks like we have a pair of sleeping beauties." The board were drifting back in, refreshed, chatting happily, and looking forward to more of what, they all agreed, was one of the best shows they'd seen in a long time. The comment about 'sleeping' and 'beauties' wasn't quite accurate though. The mother and daughter, providing them with so much pleasure, were not asleep. Debased, abused and tortured, they had passed out, exhausted, in the inelegant position they'd been left. Beauty, too, was in the eye of the beholder. Moving beyond grossly mangled near-corpses, still there thanks only to a joint desire not to disappoint the audience, their faces were little better. Grubby with blood and faeces, one with a battered and swollen mouth, the other with an eye so damaged it could no longer shut, both, despite being unconscious, were twisted in pain. Not even a mother would say they were beautiful, and one of them had her mother there. "What's happening. My arm!" Rachel spluttered, dragged back to life as freezing water sprayed over her. Then realisation, "Oh fuck!" "Rachel." Sally murmured feebly, taking longer to come back. "What have I told you about swearing?" "Mum, my arms up your cunt, and what's left of my hand is poking out of your belly." Rachel quietly reminded her. "I think, after you filled my mouth with your shit, you lost the right to complain when I swear." Back to full consciousness, and realisation of their joint position, Sally mollified her daughter. "Sorry darling, swear all you want. This old cunt's nearly had it anyway." "It's quite amazing." Rachel confided, impressed despite her suffering. "I never thought the pain could be this bad, and now I know it is, I'm amazed I'm still alive." Sally looked down, past her own ruined body, so smart only this morning, to smile at her battered and despoiled daughter. "Hang on in there, darling. I'm sure we're intended to be a source of much more amusement before we snuff." "Okay mum." Rachel might have been about to say more, but the voice of, yet another, member of the board cut across her. "We can't have you lounging around fisting each other. Get out of there at once. You'll feel better for a nice lie-down on the table." Neither of them believed lying on the table would prove nice. That wasn't why they were there though, so, willing to follow instructions, they struggled to pull themselves apart She could feel her mother's body tense and spasm as she painfully wrenched her arm and truncated fist out of the reproductive system that had bred her. Unable to stand, her guts now a ball of fire, swimming with acid and piss, she half crawled, half dragged, herself to the table, where her undamaged body had stood so proudly such a short time ago. Looking back, she saw her mother, unable now to free herself from the stirrups, being unceremoniously pushed out of the chair. Not even trying to protect herself, Sally landed, face first, on the hard floor. Rachel winced at the sound of cracking bone. Arm, jaw, skull? She couldn't tell. Sally knew what had broken. There'd be a whispered 'don't move your arms' from the unseen force that came to push her forwards. Determined to follow instructions, that's why she was here after all, she'd let her face plant down first, hearing and feeling the cracking of jaw and nose. Acting virtually on automatic, she slowly almost slithered to the table, a slimy trail of piss, blood and leaking intestines marking her passage. "The mothers barely moving, someone whip her along. Try cutting off the daughter's toes to encourage her." Legendary, Sally thought. They can see I can barely move, but I'm still struggling through the agony. And Rachel, swelling with gases from fuck knows what sloshing around inside her, has done everything right. My daughter's not going to have any toes left, I can't go any faster, but look how she's pushing forward her foot to be denuded even as she screams. I'm screaming as well, I think they're taking the muscles off my arse now, and it was always such a lovely pair of firm cheeks as well. They dragged themselves onto the table. Another inch higher and Rachel didn't think she could have made it. She didn't understand how her mother made it, but, muscles and organs eaten by stomach acid dripping out through the gash in her belly, she did. Sally couldn't do more, and had to be rolled face up to have her feet forced over her head. Rachel used all her remaining strength to roll over, then she, too, had to be bent into position, able to watch the devastated remains of her feet being wrenched past her eyes. The rough hands grabbing their limbs now locked the ankle cuffs to rings fixed in the edge of the table, and tightened leather straps over their legs to pin them down. "My cunt's so exposed." Rachel breathed to her mother, both women were now saving their voices for screaming. "I reckon this is it for my little pussy as well." "Our arses are exposed as well." replied her mother, with rather more experience. Causing Rachel to involuntarily clenched at this unconsidered idea. "And we've had nothing inside them yet." Again her mother was right. The next man to come into their view was carrying two full-sized bowling pins, and quickly informed them where they were going. Proving once again how much intensely personal information Frank had passed on. "I understand Rachel hasn't experienced anal before, so this should be exciting for her. We'll see how slack her mother is when Rachel's had her fun." The head of the pin slipped in fairly easily. Though Rachel's virgin sphincter had never let anything worse past than a difficult turd she barely gasped. After that, things got harder for the girl. Even as her ringpiece creaked under the strain, the massive girth of the pin's body forcing her open wider than she would have believed possible, her insides, unnaturally compressed, pushed back against the oversized intruder. When a lump hammer was brought in, to pound it past all resistance from her rupturing hole and acid-damaged organs, she felt blood vessels burst from the effort of screaming. "That's it Rachel, you good little snuff-bunny." Sally, lying next to her daughter, and feeling her young body tense and shake as her first experience of anal tore open her bowels, gave the only suitable encouragement she could find. The board member who had been enthusiastically hammering the pin into the teenagers unwilling colon, now spoke in a clear voice to one of his colleagues, "She's not being very grateful, I think she might try to push it out, go and grab a nail-gun." Rachel almost protested, she had no intention of disappointing anyone. Then she realised the torment to be caused by hard nails driven through her tender flesh, which explained the smiles on the faces around her. Sally tried to relax to let the pin in, but its bulk was far in excess of anything that had been shoved up her before. Even without her daughter's swollen and sewage filled insides, the agony was intense. When she saw the mess of guts being pushed out through the tear in her belly, she almost choked on her own vomit. "One hole left to fill, bring me the control circuits." They're putting something in my cunt. How? thought Rachel. She'd been brought up nicely, but the ugliness of cunt seemed the only appropriate word to describe what down there must look like now. With the bowling pin and the piss bung, my crotch is stretched to breaking already. Then the thought, and now it's going to be broken. Dazed by the idea of trying to squeeze another object inside her, she hadn't even thought about what it was that was going to be shoved up the last remaining hole. When she saw it, even after everything, she shuddered. A shining steel dildo, thick as her wrist, covered in barbs like the piss bung. Thinking what that would do to her delicate love-hole, she barely even registered the mass of wires spraying out around the base, or the fact that each one ended in a long copper needle. "Okay, get them in and wired up." seeing the look of confusion mother and daughter exchanged, more 'helpful' explanation followed. "Let me explain ladies. Once we've delicately inserted the control unit, no more than one lump hammer I promise you, we'll wire you up so we can control your muscle movements with electrical shocks. I don't know if you've ever had a deep intra-muscular injection, but you're going to get quite a few to make sure this works." Rachel didn't understand, but she could feel her mother tremble at these words. Sally had been given a deep injection once, many years ago, and memories of the pain had stayed with her. Before they got that far, the control units had to be inserted, and lump hammers were required. At first they slipped in easily, but that stopped when they banged into the pelvis, the internal space virtually filled with bowling pin and mashed guts. A lump hammer drove the hard steel in between pelvis and pin. Almost to the same second both mother and daughter felt the, not unexpected, crack and spasm as their pelvic bones gave way to the brutal intruders. Sally was glad she couldn't keep her promise to her daughter, and explain what was about to happen, every painful breath she could now draw required for sounds of distress. Rachel knew soon enough anyway, as screaming lines of fire started invading every major muscle in her body. Her mother, too, still managed to scream as the long copper needles were forced into her with surgical precision. Released from the table, they were already practically dead weights, the odd feeble movement all they could manage. Half blinded by pain, and in Sally's case half blinded by being half blinded, they felt, rather than saw, the nooses go over their heads and round their necks. Rachel's feeble struggles, as she was lifted into the air, achieving nothing more than a chuckle from the watching audience. Sally watched her daughter ascend in astonishment, even now unprepared for the extreme effects on her body such total abuse had cause. I know my chest isn't mangled, she thought, but, if anything, I must look even worse. At least her pussy is only stretched like a drawstring and not a tattered gash as well and she hasn't got a mess of shitty guts bulging out like me. She was spared further thoughts by the shocking experience of being lifted gently into the air by a noose round her neck. The rope had been carefully placed, but she found all her efforts taken up in just breathing. "Frank, you can do the honours and put the heads on their jousting poles." It was the voice from the centre of the table again, this time with an air of finality about it. "You two, move the table out of the way and we can get started." Rachel didn't see her father approaching her, she only felt the added pain. Metal balls, spiked inside and out, were close over her hands and feet and clamped shut. The internal spikes, driving through her flesh, jarring and cracking her bones, meant no possibility of them falling off. If one did come off, her hand or foot would still be in it. Sally could see what was coming, but, even if she'd wanted too, didn't have anything left to fight against it. Even before she'd been kitted out, she saw her daughter recede to the far side of the room, as they were run apart on separate tracks in the ceiling. Everyone had lined up for a turn. They were run the length of the room, passing less than an arm's, or leg's, width away. As they passed each other, someone would operate a remote, and a series of jolting electric shocks would force a limb out at a right angle. On nearly every pass they felt the tearing of their body being further despoiled. Run after run followed, nearly every one stripping off flesh from the remains of the snuff-bunnies. Rachel and Sally built up to a crescendo of pain from the electric shocks that were forcing poisoned muscles into action, not forgetting the extreme damage already done. Their bodies becoming one solid block of agony. The flesh stripping off from the constant buffeting of the other's spike enclosed hand or foot became almost a welcome distraction. Even when they finally succumbed, the electricity kept their limbs rising. All the board had had at least one turn of jousting with their snuff bunny's. Eventually, their enforced movements becoming weaker, poison drowning their muscles, interest began to wane. The entertainment pretty much over, people began to leave, chattering excitedly with their colleagues over the fun they'd had. Sally and Rachel, their job done, were left hanging from the ceiling. Shattered and defiled reminders of a fun afternoon. **** When Jo sneaked in later, to see for herself the results of all her planning, she was surprised to find the chairman waiting for her. "I have to say, since you started organising these with your scripted scenarios, we've had a lot more fun." "Thank you sir. I always try to think what will bring you all the most pleasure. Did you enjoy the piss bungs? I was rather proud of those." "Very impressed. I hope you're thinking of one of those for yourself." She tried to contain her excitement. Despite the implication, it could still be a long time before she was called up. "Looking at what it did to these two." she gestured to Rachel and Sally's swinging bodies, their cunts horribly disfigured. "I think I just might. Any idea when that might be?" "Now Jo, you know we never give our snuff-bunnies more than a few days warming." He jovially admonished her, then, winking, "Still, you know I'm retiring in a few months." "If it's any help," said Jo, looking to encourage him, "I've kept myself a virgin. The start of my show's going to be particularly spectacular, and unusual." She left, leaving the chairman wishing he could retire tomorrow. -------- Saturday -------- Melanie's weighted glove smashed into her sister's pretty face at the exact moment she felt Chelsea's fist connect hard with her own belly. She was doing her best, but the pain made it difficult to focus. All she knew was the first one down would be gutted and dipped slowly into a vat of boiling oil. Painful, but not a very dramatic end. The conversation with her sister, while waiting to go on, came back to her. "Look, Mel, one of us is going to end up deep fried. So we might as well go all out to put on a really good show first." "What do you mean?" "You know, no holds barred. Punching below the belt positively encouraged, kicking and biting as well." "Okay." Melanie had replied, a little uncertainly. "But don't blame me when I ruin your looks." Chelsea chuckled and reached over to grab her sisters crotch, something she'd become very familiar with in the past few days. "So long as you don't blame me when I ruin this sweet little pussy." They'd stuck to their pact. As a result, the naked sisters were using fists, knees, even teeth, anything to bring their sibling down. Neither looked the sweet young thing they did when they'd climbed onto the stage. The weighted gloves and boots, which represented their entire costume, were doing their damage. Both girls were covered with ugly cuts and bruises, blood flowing freely. Chelsea reckoned she must look as bad as her sister now, face swollen and ugly, teeth missing, tits and belly bruised and broken. She felt something crack as a lucky blow landed hard on her shoulder. One arm down it was just a matter of time before she fell to the floor under a rain of blows, butts and kicks. Once down the pain got worse. Desperate not to lose now, Melanie was ramming her boot into her sister's pussy and arse, raising massive welts across her most sensitive parts. She continued until there was no chance Chelsea could even force her legs together, let alone rise from the stage floor. "Sorry sis." Melanie whispered in her ear as Chelsea was lifted away. "That was the deal." she croaked back. "I'd have done the same." **** Agony, she'd felt the knife, wielded in her sister's hand, slice open her belly. Hands reaching in to pull her organs out, a searing pain as a blowtorch stemmed the blood. Now half her legs were burnt black in the oil as she descended so slowly. Chelsea had tried to lift them up, but was so damaged she could manage no more than a feeble struggle, causing a bit of a chuckle from the watching partygoers. **** Now it was Melanie's turn. She'd heard plenty of rumours about her father's snuff parties, but hadn't quite realised what winning would mean. At least everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Her other arm and leg were being roped up to repeat the tug of war, her right arm had been ripped clean off last time! Plus she hadn't realised everybody would be fondling her. Even broken like she was, she found being exposed so humiliating. Well she said fondling, the last bloke had forced his entire hand into her tight little arse, before wiping his shitty fingers on her face. Now a whole bunch of giggling older women were taking turns to piss on her, as two new team of lads limbered up. This was it. Armless, her remaining joints hopelessly dislocated, held upright by poles jammed into her arse & pussy, her father was calling the revellers up for the ultimate party game. One dart each, the person who finished her off, as shown on the display above her head, could claim her snuff and win a bottle of champagne - and her body! She couldn't imagine what depravities might be committed on her disfigured corpse. Here goes, she thought, as the first dart pierced her belly. ********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.