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



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For the Boss
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by Urquhart Devlin



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Tuesday
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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.



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Wednesday
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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. 



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Thursday
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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.



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Friday, A.M.
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"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!"



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Friday, P.M.
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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.

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Friday, R.I.P.
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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.



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Saturday
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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.