Author: Urquhart Devlin Title: How I Brought My Family Together Summary: It’s awkward for everyone else when two people in a family aren’t talking. It’s down to Stacey and her father to bring about a reconciliation - and they have a plan. We join Stacey at the party they’ve organised as she remembers previous family get-togethers - at least when the pain’s not too bad. Keywords: M+ F+ f+ cons inc ped reluc scat snuff tort ws ================================ How I Brought My Family Together ================================ by Urquhart Devlin ---------------------------- Chapter One - Family Reunion ---------------------------- It felt right as my younger sister, Anne, slowly sliced off my left nipple. The pain was intense and I was screaming wildly, even if I knew this was barely the start, but that wasn't important part. What mattered was doing things together as a family - it made them special. Why was today so significant? A few years back Anne and my mother fell out. It was one of those stupid rows that somehow escalates out of all control. I know my mum had been expecting Anne to follow the family tradition and ask her eldest daughter to oblige for one of dad's birthdays, but I still don't think she was that upset when it turned out Anne was letting her appear in a school show. Maybe if Anne had handled things better it could all have been avoided, blowing right back up at mum certainly didn't help smooth things over. Anyway the upshot of all that was them both practically ignoring the other's existence, with me and dad stuck in the middle trying to keep things together. So Dad had to sneak off to see Anne's Tina in the show, while I ended up eating two meals every time there was a clash of party dates. I was getting fat, their dinners clashed suspiciously often. It was dad's idea to get them both to the tennis club's annual ball, one of those masquerade affairs. Dad's plan worked like a charm. By nine o'clock we had them both, totally oblivious, blindfolded and tied together in a sixty-nine. When Anne and mum found out who they'd been licking out for the last half hour they both furiously tried to leave, forgetting how they were bound to each other. There's nothing like having your piercings half ripped out to get you hollering. We left them to it, the sound of howling and squabbling following us down the corridor. What can I say? Dad always comes up with a winner eventually. When we came back an hour or so later they were chatting happily as though nothing was ever wrong, they even dived back in for a quick one when they saw us coming to release them. So here I am, the star of our first proper family party in ages. It was really nice to see Anne and mum working together again as they tied me down. Anne's made a lovely job of getting me spread, that'll teach me to tell my little sister I don't like people seeing how knackered my cunt is. Anne's finished cutting now. What's she saying? "There you go Stacey. That should stop you flaunting those perky little tits at me." **** That's right, my name's Stacey. Bubbly brunette (or brown as my husband always insists) thirty-four (again) and mother of three. That 'thirty-four' really is a lie, thirty-nine is more accurate, but I'm in pretty good shape for someone this close to forty, just a touch more 'comfortable' in the tummy and bottom than I was twenty years ago. And yes, my boobs are damn perky, especially when you consider there've been three babies hanging off them. It's not my fault Anne's already hang down like a pair of used condoms, she shouldn't let her husband have so much fun with them. So that's me, just a pretty normal suburban housewife. How about those three children then? Jane, Matty and Lisa... Jane, the sex-mad exhibitionist. To be fair her body wasn't designed to be hidden. Tall and slim, but with enough curves to let you know she's not a boy. Even when little she had a bum that looked good enough to eat, when she started growing hips she couldn't turn round without finding a man standing behind her looking down. Not that her front was anything to be ashamed of. Maybe not huge tits, but pretty good for her build - and a lovely innocent face that hid an exceptionally guilty mind. I don't know where her blond hair came from, no- one on either side had anything more than a light brown. Then Matty. I think he'll turn out fine, although he's still a little bit chubby. Just a touch shorter than his older sister (Jane's height is another mystery, she towers over me and it's not even as if her father's that tall), but with a good stocky athletic build. He's keen on rugby, which should stop him running to fat (a problem his father would suffer from if I let him). You'll probably want to know how much of a man he is where it counts - let's just say there's no problem there. And finally Lisa, my baby and favourite child (if I had one, which I obviously don't). She really does take after me, right down to a noticeable lack of height and a figure of feminine curves. Also, like me growing up, she's tended to be a bit shy, but if you look past her blush you can't help noticing the growing hint of naughtiness in her eyes. Most importantly, she's lucky enough to have got my hair Despite the way Brian (that's my husband) tends to dismiss it as brown, I do have a lovely head of hair, a silky light-almond - cut so it flows over my shoulders when I let it loose. Jane and Matty didn't get so lucky. Matty got a scrubby almost-black like his father and, while Jane may have turned out blond, it was pretty thin next to mine and Lisa's. At least Jane's bush matched the blond on her head (as just about anyone could tell you). I wish my pubes matched, but they don't. On top of that, if I'm not trimming down there regularly there's soon a solid ebony mat, blooming like a virgin rainforest, spilling out from my crotch. **** That made me giggle a little, there's certainly nothing else virgin about me. Like most girls I lost my hymen on my eleventh birthday, and I can't say I was sorry to see the damn thing go. Unlike Jane, who made us hire the local hall, I was still rather shy back when I was a virgin, so I'd have been happier getting deflowered - screaming round a massive cock (well it felt massive to my unused pussy) - without all my family watching closely. For me it wasn't the best experience, but despite my embarrassment I did learn one important lesson. Seeing all the men of my family (and the women who weren't helping them) getting off on my suffering gave me a clue to how much pleasure I could give. I was damaged pretty bad by my deflowering (turned out that cock really was pretty big) and it was a few months before anyone got inside me again. When I did it seem to lack the excitement of that first time. It wasn't that I objected to the amateur fumblings I occasionally had with the boys in my year, but it did feel like there was something missing. I'd had a glimpse of what I was needed on my birthday, I just hadn't realised it yet. At least the boys seemed happy getting inside me, and after we began proper sex lessons they did start to get better. Not being noticed much at school meant I was nearly fifteen before I had a throbbing pole in my backside. Most girls had the sense to get buggered, at least for the first time, in private. I still don't understand how I managed to get into a bet with Matt Jameson. Haven't seen him since school, all I remember is this huge shock of sandy hair and a penis that curved up at the end like a hockey stick. I wasn't one of the girls who showed-off at school, even in sex practicals I'd managed to be quite discreet. Now, for my first time at sodomy, I was bent naked over a vaulting horse with half the school watching me. Again I can't say having a virgin hole taken wasn't torment, but it gave me another pointer towards the pleasure I could give. It wasn't something I worked out immediately. Certainly not that evening, walking home, red-faced, with dribbles of shit and blood running down my thighs. **** Well, that's my nipple gone. Anne's feeding it to me. It's bloody hard to chew and scream. She's yanking at my breast so I can see the damage. Yes Anne, I get it, it's not looking so perky now, not with all that fat and blood oozing out of it. That's Lisa, my youngest, walking up. I haven't seen her pussy since she was deflowered when it was still bare and smooth, seems my baby got her mother's bush. I thought for a moment Lisa was trying to cover herself, but that's not what those fingers are doing. Not even taking her hand away as she kneels beside me! Did she just call me a fat cow before she took my remaining teat in her mouth? Shit, I'm howling again, she's biting down hard. Of course she's panting and moaning. I set her the example with Jane, and she seems to have learnt it well. **** "Jane I need to have a word." "Can't it wait mum? I need to go and lie down, who knew being pregnant was so tiring?" Every mother ever, obviously, but I didn't want to start an argument with her. This conversation would go much easier if we didn't start with a row. "I wish it could." I told her. "But this is quite important. Actually, it's about your being pregnant we need to talk." Jane was my eldest, just nineteen at the time, and, being eight months gone, very obviously pregnant. The father could have been anybody, she'd never been a shy girl like me. While Lisa's muff was a revelation, Jane's appeared nearly every day (usually filled with at least one dick or tongue). Even I had lapped its juices at a couple of parties. "I wasn't planning on keeping it." Jane began. "There's loads of people who'll happily have it off me." "I wasn't worried about that." I explained. "But you do know it's your grandfather's sixtieth in three weeks?" "I didn't know grandad was into that." Jane didn't seem surprised, but then my father was well known for living life to the full. "If it's a girl, of course he can have it, but I probably won't have dropped by then." Jane did look a little nervous when she mentioned giving birth. I knew she wasn't into pain, just lots of cock, or pussy if she'd used up all the cock. After she started fucking we'd always found her a bit of a handful, but she was a good child underneath. At any rate I didn't think she'd really object to the suggestion I was about to make. "That's okay, it wasn't the baby I was thinking of.. Your father was suggesting that grandad had you for his birthday party." My precocious daughter looked unexpectedly cheerful at this. Given what I'd just ask, I was disconcerted by how smoothly things were going. That was, until she spoke. "Of course I'll shag grandad. I've had dad and Matty." Yes, I named our son after that Matty. "Does he have a thing for preggos? Do I need to keep my legs crossed?" I half-considered not explaining - letting it come as a surprise - after such a dim response. Jane was nineteen not nine, though even at nine I'd have been a little disappointed. We'd sent all our children to a good school, and made didn't try to hide the facts of life from them at home. Jane couldn't really think a quick fumble with a girl, even if she was pregnant, would be a decent highlight for a major party? I didn't keep quiet though, I'm not that sort of mother. "Up to a point. You do need to stay pregnant." I hesitated, picking my words carefully, if my daughter was being slow I needed to spell things out clearly. "Your grandad's always wanted to snuff a girl in labour, and I thought you'd be willing to oblige." A normally talkative Jane looked stunned at this. If I'm honest, more stunned than I'd hoped. When she spoke at last it was a slightly unexpected question. "What if I'm not in labour on his birthday? I'm not due 'til a week later." That was an easy first question at least "That's not a problem." I assured her. "We can just whack you with some drugs to induce." I waited for her next question. She was pausing, getting her head round things. "Do I have to do it? I've never really wanted to be a pain-slut." "Of course you don't darling, but just your grandad would love it, and he's not getting any younger. You know it would make your father proud, and me." Jane stopped to consider, actually think this time. I took that as a good sign, she was generally sensible if given a bit of space. "I suppose I can." she answered, not too reluctantly. "Will it have to hurt a lot?" It might have been nice to mislead her, just for the added frisson of her face dropping when she realised how bad it was. On the other hand we hadn't lied to children before, and this didn't seem like the time to start. "Of course it will." I explained. "It wouldn't be much of a snuff show without it. Your grandad came five times when we snuffed my Aunt Julia, and she wasn't even pregnant." "That was your first snuff party wasn't it Mum?" Jane asked. That surprised me, I'd forgotten telling her about it. "You were pretty young, weren't you? Is Lisa going to be at mine, she must be about the same age?" At that point I relaxed, Jane seemed to have decided to do it. After her initial reluctance I felt a wave of pleasure. Just the thought of the thrill everyone would get from seeing her young body smashed was making me wet, I'd probably have volunteered to join my daughter if she'd asked. Instead I gushed, "Of course she will love. She's fourteen, I wouldn't want her to miss her big sister's snuff party." "And she will be joining in?" Jane pressed me. I was delighted. While she might have been reluctant at the start, now that she'd agreed to be snuffed, Jane wasn't wasting time worrying about her decision. Instead she was making sure her little sister wouldn't miss out. I knew Jane was a good daughter, and a good sister. She and Lisa might bicker most of the time, but when it counted they'd look out for each other. "I tell you what." I suggested. "Lisa and I could start things off by both biting through your nipples. Then there'll be a constant stream of milk dribbling down all through the show." I wondered if I'd pushed too hard, Jane's hands had unconsciously covered her swollen boobs, but she'd been quite relaxed when she answered. "That sounds okay mum, and it would be really good for Lisa. You know she always starts off a bit shy. It'll be good for her to be right in the middle of things." --------------------------------- Chapter Two - Dirty Little Secret --------------------------------- That's my tits ruined. I'm sure Lisa did call me a fat cow. She's just spat the nipple she chewed off into my face. There's something particularly debasing about having a slimy trail of bloody spit rubbed over your cheeks. I wonder if they're going to copy dad's party - they've certainly started the same way. What did we do to Jane next? Is it really bad I can't remember? It wasn't that long ago. Come on Stacey, think. It's not like you and she didn't discuss it enough beforehand. **** Jane had gone quiet for a couple of days after agreeing to be snuffed for her grandad's birthday. I wasn't too worried, it was a lot for a young girl to take in. For the rest of her family it was quite a relief not to be tripping over the shagged-out husks of the conquests she left lying around the house. It wasn't a surprise when she wandered into my bathroom one morning looking for a chat. I suppose some people might find it weird that all my children like to choose the time I'm having my morning dump to talk, especially when they find out none of us are into scat. It's a good time though, I'm usually not doing anything else and I'm also pretty relaxed (unless I've been overdoing it and ripped my sphincter again, then I find it hard to concentrate on anything). Jane sat on the floor in front of me. She always liked to sit like this, drawing her knees up to her chin. With her great belly poking out that wasn't an option this time, so she just leant back against the wall close enough for us to just touch. I reached out to ruffle her hair and she responded by stroking my leg. "You've got amazingly smooth skin." she commented as she ran her fingers over the top of my thigh. "That's because you're not really into pain either, isn't it?" I didn't want to open the door to that side of me, so I answered her question with one of my own. "What makes you say that?" "It's just your skin's so undamaged. None of my friends' mums have skin like yours." "Maybe they just aren't as lucky as me?" I suggested. "No mum." Jane protested. "I've seen Alicia's mother naked, and her whole body's a mass of scars." "That's only one woman." I protested myself in return. "And Bonnie?" Jane pressed on. "I saw her mum dressed for her snuff party, and she'd got an entire tit missing." Thinking of Charlotte, Bonnie's mum, gave me a bit of a jolt, I'd been pretty close to her when we were both on the same party circuit. I paused, my mind flashing back, before I tried to answer Jane. "I suppose it's because me and your dad's just haven't done that sort of stuff." "He's not into pain either?" That was so wrong I actually smiled. When Brian was in the mood he could have a woman shaking in agony in five minutes, and I'd be creaming my pants with every shriek. "I didn't say that. Your dad can torture a woman as well as anyone. It's just, so far, we've always worked as a couple on someone else." Now my daughter did look startled. It wasn't that Brian and I hid our partying from the kids, simply that we always went out to other people's parties so they never saw us at play. "You abuse them as well? Is that normal? Have you done it to anyone I know?" It was a flood of questions, Jane wasn't going to be stopped until she'd dug down deep. I really couldn't do anything else but 'fess up. I started with Jane's last question, it seemed the easiest, and maybe she'd forget the others. "You saw Charlotte didn't you?" I asked, blushing a little. "And that was you...?" Jane didn't finish the question, just half-cupped one of her swollen breasts with her hand. "Yes." I admitted. Then, with a little more daring. "With Charlotte strapped to a door while I had my pussy wrapped round a pair of cocks." Well that was pretty direct, and I think it had made Jane forget her other questions. Her mother had never been so blunt before, even my daughter's hand had stopped moving on my thigh. I should have expected her next question, but it still gave me a start. At least she hadn't made me reveal how I wished I'd been in Charlotte's place. "Mum." Jane asked. "How come you and gran have never been snuffed?" It was a fair question. Half the women Jane knew, and several of her friends, had been snuffed. My mother was by far the oldest female she knew. "That's down to your grandad I suppose." I began (and it was). "Your gran's really into abusing women, and your grandad really enjoys that. He'd always much rather screw her as she's tormenting someone else." I was relieved Jane didn't ask the obvious next question, 'That's gran, but how about you mum?' How to answer that? My mother had her own plans for me, and I'd just followed them. She has a strong personality and unusual tastes. **** Well my chest is scorched with pain and now that's mum's wrinkly arse blocking out my view. Oh damn, her ringpiece is puckering! I can't say I've ever enjoyed taking a steaming load from her - just my luck to have a mother who's into scat. To be fair, mum would be just as happy getting her mouth underneath my straining sphincter. Don't think any of my lot inherited their gran's taste, Jane certainly didn't. **** "Gran's into scat?" it was hard to tell if Jane was shocked or intrigued. It was better than I'd managed, I just stood there with my mouth hanging open when I found out. Although, to be fair to me, the circumstances were a little different I hadn't had such regular company for my morning shit since the girls were little. Now Jane was joining me most days, intent on picking at the scab of knowledge on her upcoming snuff. I'd barely sat down today before she was asking me about a cryptic comment from her Aunt Anne. "It was a surprise for me to find out as well." I tried to answer calmly (damn Anne and her 'little' hints). "She always kept our house spotless growing up, used to get quite sharp with us kids if we even trampled a bit of mud in. We used to be inspected for cleanliness all over, and I do mean all over, every morning." "But she really is into scat?" "Yes she is, but I think she's a little embarrassed about it. She'd been brought up in a nice middle-class family herself and you know scat is considered a bit common." "How did you find out?" Jane seemed to have settled on intrigued, by far the best I could have hoped for. "Believe it or not it wasn't until after I'd married your father. I popped back home to let her know I was pregnant and found her on the kitchen floor taking a load from our neighbour Debbie. I never knew why mum had her as a friend before, she was a grossly fat woman who always stank of sweat and worse - and you should've heard your gran on her housekeeping." "What happened to her?" Jane asked, her nose wrinkling up at the image. "Burnt at the stake for a bonfire party. Mum was delighted, she'd always said only a good fire would get rid of that smell." "I can imagine Gran saying that." Jane admitted. "It's the news she'll eat shit I'm having trouble with - I wouldn't fancy it. Debbie sounds pretty gross, I got paired once with fat Sue in Sex Ed and I nearly puked licking out her sweaty smelly crotch." "That's a bit unfair, the Sue in your class was only a little plump. Debbie's arse was so gross and shit- encrusted you couldn't help puking." My answer was maybe a little too emphatic, although my daughter's shocked look just brought out my imp of mischief. I hadn't even told my friends what I found myself telling Jane now. "You ate...?!" a startled Jane didn't manage to finish her question, but I knew what she meant. "Face deep in those sweaty cheeks." I announced, not sure if I was proud or embarrassed. "That was your grandad's fortieth." "So you're into scat as well?" she looked worried. "Does that mean I should be?" I hastened to put her right, "I didn't say I enjoyed scat itself, I do it to please the people I'm with. Although at a big party now I actually feel a bit disappointed if I don't get to taste somebody's arse. That first time I threw up before I'd swallowed more than a couple of mouthfuls of Debbie." "But you did it again?" "Immediately. Your grandma was really annoyed and made me eat all the remaining turds and my own vomit." I chuckled. "Of course, looking back, knowing your grandma, it's quite a surprise she didn't eat it all herself." Jane's face moved with mental effort. I'm fond of my daughter, and she really is very pretty, but she's not the fastest thinker. "Do you think I come in here because you're crapping?" her face was looking uncertain. "I didn't think I did. It always seems like a good time to get you alone, I don't think I enjoy the smell." "Relax Jane." I calmed her. "I don't think you're hoping I'll suddenly leap up and squeeze one out on you. Your grandma's the only member of the family I know who's really into scat." "But you did say you looked forward to it at parties?" "Sort of, but I didn't say it was fun. I do it for the people who are there as a party treat. Just like you'll be doing. I know you're not into pain or snuff, but you'll be doing both to please your grandad won't you?" Jane got to the crux of her problem, "But I've done pain before, most boys get a thrill from seeing you a bit hurt, but I've never done any scat beyond the odd ATM." "The odd slap and pinched nipple isn't going to be anything like getting snuffed." I pointed out, making Jane's face drop a little. "But if it helps to think of it like that," I suggested, I didn't want her getting too nervous. "Why not try and think of it as some really dirty ATM?" "I'm not sure that'll help much." "How about if I try and take your mind off it?" I volunteered. "If it's not too late I could break your fingers, a mouthful of turds shouldn't bother you so much then." "I suppose it might work." Jane agreed reluctantly. "And, in the meantime, why don't you get some practice in?" I proposed, lifting my legs up and slipping forward on the seat. "My backside shouldn't be too bad if you want to lick it clean." For a moment I thought Jane would refuse, which have been awkward, but a moment later, despite looking revolted, she voluntarily pushed her face between my cheeks. The sensation of my daughter's warm damp tongue lapping my ringpiece was perfectly pleasant for me, the edge taken off only slightly by the muffled gagging noises. **** I hope Jane didn't find me too gross. At least my mum isn't as disgusting as Debbie. After starting with that foetid rectum mum's turds never seemed quite so bad. It's a pity I couldn't keep my promise to Jane in the show, how was I to know Uncle Paul was going to chop her fingers off? She didn't gag too much though, licking her mother clean every morning must have helped. Mum's moving in for a snog. Better swallow all her shit down, she's sure to probe with her tongue and find out if I've been cheating. Is it odd that a grown woman worries about getting a telling off from her mother? I thought that was my pussy being fingered, but I reckon you'd need two hands and a foot up there to make me feel so stretched. Somebody's got their fingers in my pee- hole, and they're tearing it open. That's going to be a bit different to Jane. **** The party was only a couple of days away, and I was filling my eldest in on a few preparations I had in mind. Jane was blooming wonderfully, her fat pregnant belly stretched as tight as a drum. It was amazing there was room for anything else in there. She certainly seemed to to need to pee every fifteen minutes, and that had given me an idea. "I was thinking of preparing you with a few surprises beforehand. Maybe even what we used to call the 'yellow dam'." "I haven't heard of that." "Neither have I for years, I've never actually seen one. My Uncle Rupert told me about them once, apparently they were quite popular when he and my dad were young. I thought grandad might enjoy an old-fashioned torment to kick things off." "So what is it?" "Really simple but, I'd imagine, very effective." I explained. "You just block the girl from peeing." "That doesn't sound so bad." "You wait." I advised her. "You'll feel differently with your bladder blown up like a balloon and creaking under the strain." "Thanks for that mum." Jane announced, squirming a little. "Now you've reminded me I need to go again." "Well I'm not getting up now." we were, as usual, in the bathroom, and I was already squeezing one out. "If you're that desperate, you'll just have to sit on me." It was hard not being able to reach my clit. Feeling those soft young buttocks squeezing against me and her warm stream of piss splashing against my thighs, was bad enough. When I wrapped my hands round her swollen belly, and thought of the fun we were going to have with it, I could feel my own warm juices dripping out. I have to confess I cheated a little that day, clenching my buttocks together as my last turd dangled from my arsehole. When Jane knelt down to clean me up she protested at the sight I'd created for her. Like a good mother I insisted she clean me properly, however filthy. Honestly, I never even thought how that would mean her nose rubbed for ages against my desperate clit. -------------------------- Three - Former Festivities -------------------------- I'm screaming again. Brian's just shoved a massive metal dildo up my pee-hole so far I think it's in my bladder. If I'd known much fun he'd have hurting me I'd have made him do it ages ago. That's not all the fun he's getting, Anne's giving him a proper deep blowjob - I can hear her gagging over my screams. Now mum's moved in to rim him, trust her to go for the arsehole! Is my dad having any fun? Oh, that's okay, he's over there with Lisa and Anne's husband. Looks like Lisa's mastering the spit- roast. That's piss gushing out between my legs. I can't stop it. Brian yanked out the dildo he was battering up there so hard I really shrieked, he's definitely broken something inside me. That hurt more than I'd have expected. It's weird feeling an unstoppable dribble of warm piss, we're definitely not copying Jane's snuff now. **** We didn't rush with Jane. Everyone knew each extra moment was turning discomfort into agony. It was only when she'd drained every drop of amber nectar that the assembled cocks and cunts could produce that we even handcuffed her. Kneeling before her grandad, the weight of her fecund belly squeezing the bladder she couldn't empty, we could tell the pain proper had started. That certainly got dad aroused. It might only have been about an hour, but that was probably the longest Jane had been without a piss in two months. Jane's looking disappointed that my dad hasn't moved in for a face-fuck. She was probably hoping for an excuse to empty her stomach a little, it must be feeling nearly as bad as her bladder. I'm feeling so wet at the thought. If I plunge Lisa's face into my crotch will I peak too early? Sod it. "Lisa, get over here and lick my snatch." That feels better. My cunt must have been dripping. I hope Lisa's okay with that, I can feel how damp her face is getting. There's no way I could let her stop now anyway. Dad's injecting Jane as mum gives him a rusty trombone. How much has he given her, she's contracting already and, fuck yes, so am I around Lisa's tongue. "Lisa come over here and give your sister a hand." That was Brian calling his daughter over. Looks like I came just in time, and I don't think I peaked early, I'm feeling hornier than ever. That might be because of the sight in front of me - Jane standing up and spreading her arms to be hung in chains. The sight of that lovely young body contorting in pain as the muscles cramp up round that gloriously swollen tummy is so hot. Looking over at Lisa I couldn't help noticing she seemed nervous. This was her first family snuff party, in fact her first snuff party at all. She did remind me of me at that age, pretty shy and quiet. Even though her face was glistening with my pussy juices, she still had her dress on. **** Can't say I stayed shy. I do have one little hang-up though, that's why I keep my bush pretty thick these days. It's pretty slack down there these days (both holes) and I don't like people noticing. I think that must be the only bit of shyness I've got left. Brian certainly says the only hole he can get a proper fuck from is my throat, and I reckon he's right. At any rate I only seem to get that delicious feeling of fullness in me when there's at least a couple of decent cocks filling my gash. When was I first properly conscious of other's pleasure as I was hurt? I suppose the first time it occurred to me was lying on my bed in my parent's house, tenderly feeling the damage to my newly ravaged arsehole. It was still throbbing badly but I wasn't thinking much about that, in my mind I was seeing the ring of boys and girls who had surrounded me as I suffered through the pain, all of them rubbing their crotches. I think that was the first time I truly understood just how much pleasure a woman's torment gave. In the months that followed I even thought about becoming a professional pain-slut. That was a change for me, we'd had an old woman who'd been a pain-slut come in to give us a talk only a few months before and I hadn't even thought of taking it up. Her body had been a crazed patchwork of scars. Scars from whips, knives, bats, flames and who knew what else. Fingers, toes and teeth were nearly all missing, even one of her hands. We'd all been invited to shove our own hands in the hole where her cunt had been sliced out as she'd explained how the constant dribble of pee had been unstoppable ever since her bladder was filled until it burst. The thought of being left incontinent had horrified me, so noticing my friend Sarah trying to have a surreptitious wank at this was startling. So, at fifteen, I'd started thinking about public pain and humiliation. I could now see why Sarah had been frigging herself - the thought of being so damaged by was left incontinent did seem weirdly arousing. I'd pretty much decided to become a pain slut, the only thing I wondered was how my parents would take it. **** They seem to be taking it pretty well now. Mum's nailing my hands to the table while dad sews my pussy shut. Fuck that hurts! It's worth it, my agony's given dad a pole you could hang your washing off. They're right about sisters having a lot in common. There's Anne using my Lisa's tongue to get off just like I did watching Jane. I can see my Lisa doesn't mind being smothered, she's got her fingers back in her own snatch again. She really is like me, even down to that luxuriant dark bush sprouting between her legs (she's been naked since the party started this time). I wonder how long it'll be before she wheedles Brian into letting her have a snuff party of her own. Or maybe she'll take up the career as a pain-slut I wanted to follow. I hope her gran doesn't get in her way like she did with me. **** "Mum, I want to become a pain-slut." I'd made up my mind. Mum looked surprisingly calm when her fifteen year old marched downstairs and announced her unusual career choice, but I can't say she looked happy about it. "Really Stacey!" she'd replied, looking disappointed. "I thought we'd brought you up to aim for something a bit better than that. I'm surprised you didn't announce you wanted to be a checkout girl, or a toilet cleaner." Looking back, I'm not sure how my mum kept a straight face while saying that, but it would be a few years yet before I discovered her predilection for human waste. As it was, I just stood there looking impotently mutinous. I've made Mum sound totally unreasonable, that's not really fair. Apart from a slightly dated desire to keep up appearances she was always been pretty good to me and my sisters. It's just, when you're a teenager, you always tend to focus on the prohibitions not the freedoms. Mum obviously wanted to avoid a big argument and made a suggestion she hoped would take my mind off my plans. It worked. "You're not going to be a pain-slut, but you are fifteen now Stacey. I can't see any reason why you shouldn't come along to the grown-up parties with me and your father, in fact I think it could be quite educational. You know we're having a bash for your Aunt Julia next month, unless your father objects I think you should come along." The excitement bubbled out of my voice as I asked, "A party? Like Tara's?" "Of course." Mum replied, looking a little amused at my naive excitement. "I think you'll enjoy your first experience of snuff, even if it isn't quite as intense as Tara's." Tara was my older sister, a five-year gap between me and her. I'd only been thirteen when our mother had announced that Tara was going to be snuffed to entertain some distant, but rich, relatives who were staying with my grandparents for a short visit. Despite my pleadings, and Tara's on my behalf, mum had put her foot down and told me I was too young to go. I enjoyed helping Tara get ready (she looked spectacular, but nervous, dressed as an enslaved Egyptian queen with the chains pierced through her breasts), but then, adding insult to injury, I was left in the care of Debbie and her two rank kids in the odd-smelling house next door. This time I wasn't going to be left with the neighbours, expected to sit on Debbie's sweaty lap as I used the toilet (How did I not work out what mum and Debbie had in common?). This time I was going to the party. That, of course, left Anne being babysat on her own. Really it's not surprising she's taking such delight in slicing up my body now, Anne confided in me afterwards that Debbie had expected her to sit with the boys on her lap as they used the toilet (they seemed pretty happy about it, but then would you prefer taking a shit while sitting on a pretty young blonde or a smelly, fat, raven-haired witch?). That was all in the future though. "Thanks mum." I told her, throwing my arms around her shoulders. "I'm sure dad won't mind. Will all us women get beaten?" Mum laughed at this. "Calm down Stacey. You're not getting to be a pain-slut by the back door. The sex might get a little rough, especially with your father there, but only your aunt will be properly hurt." I must have looked disappointed, because Mum carried on, "You'll get your chance. Once you're married there's always giving birth to look forward to. Maybe even the odd little bit with your husband, though a lots of men like to save their wives for snuff. And, of course, there's always the chance of holding a snuff party for one of your daughters." **** "Kick her cunt June. This fresh young sphincter on Lisa looks so tight, and it'll be nice to have a mother and daughter scream-fest as I break it." That's my father talking to mum. Did Tara get this, all those years ago? And now my Lisa's just offered up her arse to dad - it's hard to believe how far out of her shell she's come, look how awkward she was in company. Mind you, does she know what her grandad can be like when he gets some untried bowels round his cock? If she didn't before, she does now, that's some howling. Has Mum put on boots? I think she's trying to kick my cunt apart. Is that piss or blood I can feel splashing onto my thighs? With Aunt Julia it had definitely been blood. **** "Come on Stacey. Get your boot into that putrid cunt." "See if you can't kick it inside out." My family were egging me on, especially mum and cousin Sally, but in truth I really didn't need it. Naked, save for a pair of boots, in front of my wildly fapping relations, my foot sinking repeatedly into the soft hairy crotch in front of me, I was nearly coming from excitement anyway. Aunt Julia's cunt wasn't putrid, it had been clean and remarkably smooth before I started, but no one could say it looked so immaculate now. Fifteen years old, my lovely firm breasts swinging in time with my leg as I trashed my aunt's twat, I knew I was the cause of at least half the pleasuring going on around me - I was even sneaking the odd tweak myself, keeping my body constantly on the edge. "Okay snuff-bunny. You'd better lick out the sweet little unblemished pussy on your niece." I wondered if Aunt Julia was thinking about her own ravaged body and comparing it to my baby-soft bottom and muff as I sank over her. My snatch was literally dripping even before it reached her face, something my mum saw and commented on, loudly. What no-one, apart from mum, knew, was my excitement was driven by the thought of swapping places with my battered aunt. Feeling unstoppable I leaned forward to plunge my face into the ruin I'd created between Julia's bruised thighs. Her constant tongue on my sex, the feel of her torn flesh against my lips, I couldn't help coming, and coming hard. **** Where's Matty? Ever since he found out about my snuff party I've been finding it difficult to move, he's seemed determined to try and keep his dick in at least one of his mother's holes at all times. I reckon I put on a pound in the last fortnight just swallowing his cum. He was here when my parents arrived, where's the boy got to? He's missing dad sewing up my cunt. It feels like he's doing a good job, which is surprising. After the kicking I've had is there enough left down there to stick a needle through? That should make my holes the tightest they've been for ten years or more. Probably still not as tight as Jane was. **** "Okay." I announced. "Straightening up from running my fingers into my daughter's nastily swollen pussy. "She's well dilated and contracting like mad. Anyone who fancies getting their cock squeezed had better fuck her now." Jane was gasping and panting. Waves of painful contractions running through her. Even covered with shit and welts you could see her muscles rippling under her skin. Apart from a few marks and bruises her gash and ringpiece had been left pretty undamaged, no-one wanted to ruin this moment. The rest of her hadn't fared so well, but she was still holding up. Her grandad didn't need telling twice. His over-size dick was soon deep in his granddaughter's soft young pussy, banging repeatedly into the foetus trying to come the other way. It wasn't long before he'd swapped to her tight little puckered hole, breaking into it so hard blood started dribbling out. "Fuck this is good." he announced to the party, as he swapped back to her visibly pulsating snatch. "I've already come once and her little cunt's squeezing me dry again." When he pulled out there were no shortage of takers for her vibrating holes. Every man there wanted a chance for the ultimate ride. It wasn't long before blood and cum were running from both her holes. ----------------- Four - Final Ride ----------------- Matty's missed his last chance to stuff my cunt. I wouldn't think my arsehole's up to much now either. I'm a bit disappointed, he came in for a last poke of his sister and hasn't even bothered to turn up for me. **** Matty pulled his barely limp dick out of his sister's increasingly battered cunt, covered in a sheen of more than just his own come. Jane was trying to stay standing upright, but her weight increasingly hung from wrists shackled above her. Every fuck had been pretty brutal, especially for a pregnant body. Dad looked up from arranging my throat round his cock (mum was back rimming him again). "You remember my telling you about punch-fucking? I think she looks about ready." He'd address this remark to Matty, but then twisted round to look down at my mothers face buried in his buttocks. "And standby June, I've got a steaming turd ready for you." I'd never heard of punch-fucking. I wanted to see it, but there wasn't much chance with my lips already hitting dad's nut-sack. It seemed a shame, if mum was about to get a face full of shit this was probably going to be a highlight. "That's right, rip the whore's cervix!" Who'd have thought Lisa could be so forward, shouting to be heard over her sister's screams. She must be really getting into it. Mind you, so must her brother, every squelching thud was accompanied by another howl from Jane. I think dad's getting ready to twist me round to sodomise me. However hard he goes, it'll be nice to breathe and see Jane's agony. "Stop whimpering you slag. You've always liked your cunt full." Did I think it would be nice to breathe? Not when mum's sharing dad's shit with me. I'll have to swallow, she'll make sure. It's getting Dad excited though, he feels like a baseball bat in my arse. It doesn't matter, even scat and sodomy can't distract me from the scene I'm witnessing. There's Matty, my son, literally punching his fist into his eldest sister's fecund twat. You can see her pregnant belly distorting with every agonising blow. Next to him, barely seeming to notice her father buggering her, his youngest sister wildly egging him on as she madly works at her own snatch. **** It's strange how in families the same things come up again. Over twenty years earlier I'd been chatting with Aunt Julia when she'd described that scene to me, even if the protagonists were a little different. My aunt, uncle, and cousin Nicole had come to stay with us for the party. With so many guests bathroom time was at a premium. I'd been desperate for the loo and, as soon as I saw Nicole leave I just barged into the bathroom. Next moment I was blushing bright red and diving for the door - my aunt was soaking in the tub - luckily she called me back, telling me not to be so silly. "Your first snuff party's coming up Stacey. You must have some idea of what our family's like surely? Having a quick whizz in front of me really isn't here or there." I didn't know what my family was like back then, but I wasn't going to stop and mention that, I really was bursting. Trying to maintain my modesty I lowered my knickers and dropped quickly onto the seat, hoping to aim my stream quietly against the bowl. Looking back I find it hard to believe I was so naïve, and, when I glanced up, the amused look on my aunt's face was telling me the same. I should be grateful, she didn't actually laugh at me. In fact when she spoke it was rather gentle and kind, "Looks like I'm wrong. I'm guessing your mum hasn't told you anything about our family parties?" I just shook my head. "Not even any hints from your dad, or Tara?" I shook my head again, then had to ask my own question, "How did you know?" "Blushing and trying to hide your pussy." Aunt Julia replied. "In your position, with what I knew from your mother, by the time of my first family party I wouldn't have bothered hiding my muff from anyone, least of all the snuff-bunny." Aunt Julia was so relaxed, sometimes it was hard to remember she was my mother's sister, even if a bit younger. She hadn't finished surprising a fifteen-year- old me. "I suppose I should be grateful you're a bit shy." she smiled, leaning back into the water. "At least you didn't piss on me, I probably would have done." All I could think of to say was, "Why would I do that?" That's how I discovered our big family tradition, sitting on the loo staring at my naked aunt, a little confused by my feelings. It seemed that once the invitations had gone out the snuff-bunny was generally expected to make themselves available for anyone who fancied a little pre-party fun. It was rather frowned upon to do any real damage, but nobody was going to worry about the odd bruise or blemish. That put an intriguing thought in my head, that I couldn't help voicing, "What was Nicole doing in here?" Aunt Julia did laugh this time. "That's rather nosey Stacey. I'm not sure I should answer that." although she didn't pause before continuing. "If your cousin likes to pop in and use her mother's tongue to relieve her tension that's entirely her affair." "So I can do anything with you?" "Pretty much." Juliet replied with an encouraging little smile. "Although if you damage me I don't think your father will be very happy." "Doesn't he like family parties?" "Of course he does, but I know he's a particularly fond of messing up a nice clean body. You should have seen him punch-fucking my eldest daughter a few years ago. My cousin Ivy had been one of those girls who never lost their puppy fat. The last time I'd seen her, over tea just before her party, the young me had been fascinated. Everyone had been sitting around, drinking and chatting normally, barely glancing at my cousin. I'd never seen a woman displaying her snatch before, but there was Ivy on the sofa wearing a short skirt and no knickers, legs spread wide. I wasn't totally innocent, and it was the site of strands of white goo that must be cum trailing through her bush and dribbling onto her skirt that most held my interest. Now I had to ask what punch fucking was. "How fisting should be. You should have seen him in action." Julia was looking excited by her memories as she continued. "Slamming into Ivy so hard, her whole body bouncing around - and there was a lot of it, she was quite a chubby girl." "Did he snuff her?" I had to know. "No, but he messed her up quite beautifully. He'd turned her guts into jelly when we cut her open." That aroused me in a way I hadn't expected, overcoming my inhibitions to the extent that I put my Aunt Julia to work. I could see why Nicole had taken advantage of her mother as an expert tongue probed between my legs. **** I didn't see Matty come in, Brian had his cock deep in my throat and was taking a piss. All I could really see was my husband's hairy, shitty, arse-crack as I felt his piss swell a stomach already bulging with my family's effluent. So the first I knew of my sons arrival was a violent stabbing pain just above my pubes. Brian pulled out, leaving me, as my retching subsided, to see the latest abuse my body was being subjected to. There was my son, grinning as he thrust his rock-hard cock into the wound he'd just made in his mother's belly. "Did you get the uterus?" Brian asked, standing to one side still with his own firm erection. "I'm pretty sure dad." Matty answered, not ceasing the brutalisation of my guts as he pounded into me. "I can feel its sides stretching round my dick." He had wrenched at my insides before of course, all those years ago when he was born, but it hadn't felt like this. I can feel his cock swelling in my disintegrating womb with every howl I give. My show's doing it for Brian, Lisa's taking her turn riding him now, with my mother, of course, rimming his filthy arse. I suppose I should be glad I've still got guts to fuck. That should let me hang on while my family desecrate my body some more. With Jane the climax had been slicing open her fat and battered stomach to rip out bits of a mangled foetus and yards of ruptured, bloody intestine. Her mother did have one last little surprise for her snuff-bunny daughter though. **** I looked at Jane, great flaps of badly-stretched skin hanging like curtains over her empty belly, and couldn't resist one final defilement of my daughter's once-pretty little beaver. "Watch closely Lisa." I whispered to my youngest, as I pushed her hand between my legs. "And make sure you work my old cunt hard." It was a beautiful moment. My youngest thrashing away at my sex as I squatted down to chew out the clitoris between my eldest daughter's legs. With perfect symmetry her howls gave out as my body spasmed with another unstoppable great juggernaut of a climax. **** I'm not climaxing now, I'm just a mutilated piece of agonised meat. That doesn't mean I'm not ecstatic, hearing my youngest daughter's words whispered into my ear. "Do you remember how you climaxed with Jane?" I tried to smile as my youngest forced her fingers into my slit, ripping at the cord that held my fleshy lips sewn shut. I felt a warm stream of my own gore gush out as the seal on my cunt was broken. "I wonder who'll do this for me?" was Lisa's parting aside as she slipped down my half-broken body to macerate my womanhood. **** "Shall we get Nicole to work the garrotte?" asked my uncle, as he lent down to punch his wife's tits, hanging low like udders beneath her, sending them flying once again. After bending Aunt Julia over we'd all taken a turn on her dangling funbags, and it showed. Her tit meat must have been beaten into soup - her breasts looked more like water-filled balloons, prettily coloured in reds and purples, than human mammaries. I'd not get another chance to ride that expert tongue, my mother's swift work with a pair of pliers had seen to that. Maybe I should have felt regret, but my father was spreading my inexperienced little twat at the time, and I was concentrating on the feeling of his swollen pole ripping at my insides. Now I was being put to work on my mother, lapping away at her gaping cum-drenched gash. As I was now discovering, my mother is pretty hairy, and, choking a little on one of her wiry pubes, I missed her reply to my uncle. Next moment my face was free, something of a relief back then as I'd found my mother's arse astonishingly unclean. I'd no idea at the time how used I was going to get to the taste of shit when my mother was involved. "Good idea." my uncle responded to whatever my mother had said. "Mark and I'll take one of Julia's holes each, we both fancy feeling a woman snuff round our dicks." "Is one of you taking her mouth?" Nicole asked innocently, as she pulled the rope round her mother's throat. "Not likely." my dad chuckled. "Neither of us fancies getting our cock caught in the garrotte, and there's not much point in a face-fuck unless you're deep in her throat." Nicole paused while her father and uncle got in position, deep in her mother's badly abused cunt and bowels. She had something to distract her during the pause, my mothers face pushed between her arse cheeks, and my mother's hand excitedly frigging in her crotch. "Okay Nicole." my father said. "Give us the ultimate ride." I'd been left to amuse myself, which I did, as hard as I could. The men drove wildly into my aunt Julia's crotch, riding her frantic buckings as her daughter eased the strangling cord tighter. Looking back, although I've never asked Nicole, I'm pretty sure she was squeezing a turd into my mother's mouth as she snuffed my aunt, which suggested Aunt Julia had been a lot less discreet about her sister's proclivities. At any rate, she was straining far more than her delicate garrotting seem to need. "Take that, you filthy slag!" My uncle's words, as he broke his desperately struggling wife's nose with a well aimed punch, drove me over the edge, and I climaxed hard and long. One day that will be me, degraded, abused and tormented right up to the end. **** "That's right Lisa. Hurt the dumb slut, it's what she's here for." That's my sister, squatting over our mother's face again. I can't help lifting my head, even though it strains my ability to scream, to watch that lovely blonde hair shaking over my crotch. My daughter's really taking her time, it feels like each nerve is being severed on its own. When she started I thought she was going to be frigging herself, but of course her grandma knows what to do, even if she's still swallowing the contents of her other daughter's bowels. Maybe I should have asked my sister Anne about scat. I've no idea whether she loves it like mum or just takes it to please others like I do. I'm quite pleased I got to discuss it with my own daughter, I just hope my little chat with Lisa helped. **** "Mum. I want to be a pain-slut." For a moment twenty-odd years fell away, but this time I'd been transported into my mother's body. Only the fact I was sitting on the loo, knickers round my ankles, kept me reassured of the date. My mother would never have let one of us kids into the bathroom when she was taking a dump - with what I know now probably because she was frigging herself as she ate her own turds. This time it was my daughter Lisa - thin, blonde and baby-cute - who was using the exact words I once did. I resisted the urge to react like my mother, just because I had to wait why should my daughter? That didn't mean not making sure she knew what she was letting herself in for though. "Are you sure about that? Giving over your body to complete strangers? You know you can't place limits on what they can do to hurt you?" "Oh come on mum." Lisa argued. "Surely you know that's the point? You must know what a pain-slut is, there was a section on it in our school careers handbook, and they're really old." "Of course I do." I protested, how ill-informed did to my daughter think I was? My annoyance left me a little less prudent than I might normally have been as I continued "We even had one come in and give us a talk, describing the pleasure each mutilation had given as she showed us the scars. That's how I knew later on what I wanted to do." I could feel the shock on my face after my admission. It was almost annoying, given it was a huge revelation for me - given how shocking disclosing it even now felt - to see Lisa taking it in her stride, barely raising more than an eyebrow. Even her voice sounded pretty calm as she took advantage of the news. "So you want to be a pain-slut as well. I take it grandma stopped you. Is it fair to try and deny me just because you didn't get the chance? Most mothers would be glad their daughters were following in their footsteps." "I'm not trying to stop you." I explained. "It's just that it's a big step, and I want to make sure you've got all the facts before you decide to take it. It's not just the physical damage, have you considered all the other stuff as well?" "What other stuff?" she asked, suspiciously. It seems that Lisa's careers booklet really was the same one that I remembered. The brief paragraph about pain- sluttery had barely skimmed the surface. After we'd had the talk, and discovered what was really involved, only Sarah was still seriously considering it as a career. "Anything the customers want. Apparently there's as much humiliation involved sometimes as pain. Are you prepared to be laughed at, or told you're stupid, after you've willingly let them cripple you for their gratification?" Lisa had gone very thoughtful at this, so I pressed on with the part that had nearly made me change my mind even after I realised I wanted to be one. "Then there's the filthy stuff. How do you feel about playing with animals, or doing scat?" "I reckon I could do that." she answered, defensively, but sounding a little unsure. "I like animals, and I reckon I could put up with shit if everybody's getting off on it." "Would you still be okay after this story?" I suggested. "The most extreme thing I heard about from a pain-slut was when she went to a couple on a farm. They shoved her entire head into a cow's backside. She found herself suffocating in hot cow shit while the wife was fisting her pussy so hard the blood was pouring out." "They didn't let her snuff?" If I'd been in any doubt, that comment would have been enough to convince me she was my daughter. My most extreme dirty story, and Lisa was actually sounding intrigued rather than horrified. "She couldn't have told me the story if she was." I pointed out, not unreasonably. "It turned out they wanted her to finish the evening by walking home naked, the words 'I've had my head in a cow's arse' burned onto her belly. Are you really sure, you're up for that?" "I think I'd be okay with that. How bad is eating shit?" Lisa was still standing there with her arms folded, something of a mulish expression left on her face, but she was asking the right questions. That's how I found myself making hastening to make the offer I'd been so reluctant to with Jane, but Lisa wanted to find out for herself whether she was ready for everything. "Would you like me to shit on you now while we're alone? Give you a chance to find out what it's like." Lisa looked a little shocked, I don't think she was expecting me to be quite so helpful, but she still smiled as she said, "Yes please." "You'd better lie on the floor then, so I can squat over you." So I ended up taking my morning dump into my youngest daughter's willingly open mouth. She gagged and choked trying to swallow my steaming turd, until eventually her stomach rebelled and she projectile vomited straight into my gash. I thought that might have put her off, but, as I washed the stinking mess out of my pubes, she regained her voice. "That was absolutely disgusting mum." she announced, crap and vomit still splashed over her face and chest. "Your arse is really stinky, what have you been eating?" "Have you change your mind?" I asked, ignoring my daughter's personal comment, not sure whether I'd be pleased or disappointed if the answer was yes. I never had to decide, her immediate response was, "No mum. You're missing the point, if I don't enjoy doing it people will just get more excited." Ignoring the state my daughter was in, at least the shit was my own, I dragged her in for a big hug. I even tilted her head to land a big kiss on her cheek. **** Now it's my turn to look at Lisa's muff. Her snatch - well both her holes -has been worn actually ragged from the shaftings she's taken today. That cunt'll be as knackered as mine by the time she's twenty. Mind you, if she does get to be a pain-slut that'll be the least of her worries. Thinking of my pretty daughter letting herself be mutilated until she looked like the old slut from my schooldays actually still managed to send a little electric shiver running through my tortured frame. There's no doubt Lisa's enjoying this. She's spread her cheeks wide to cover my face and you can't miss the juices oozing out of her ragged gash or that bullet-hard little clit. I'm not sure if I'll suffocate or drown! I'm trying to stay still but someone, I can't even see who, has started picking off my toes. She's down now, her soggy pussy sealing my bruised lips as my nose is pushed into her wide open arsehole - that girl really has been letting everyone grab a wild ride in her colon today. It's so gaping I can still breath through it - just - even if the smell is a little pungent. I can't help poking my tongue into her juicy hole as she squirms on my face, I can't believe I never tried it before - I shouldn't have been so selfish at Jane's party. For a moment I though Lisa was coming, her muscles tensed so hard. Then, as I felt the mushy warmth press against the tip of my nose, with a stench that made me gag, I knew it wasn't those muscles clenching up. That was my last chance for air going, I was going to suffocate in my girl's shit clogged colon. Lisa's stronger than I thought. I know I'm writhing and struggling like mad, my pinned down body fighting for the air it's not going to get, but my face isn't breaking free, not even for a second, from her cute little snatch. I'm really impressed with my daughter, I know I'm chewing and biting, desperately ripping at that tender pussy, but, in spite of the gasps and whimpers I hear, she's just pushing down harder. Am I putting on a good show? I think I am. There's nothing like the sight of a woman struggling in her final throes to get the juices flowing. You can't mistake the cacophony of grunts, slaps, and squelches around me, Anne and mum must have at least one hole stuffed with a hot cock. I'm not sure, but I think that's Matty's rock-hard shaft ravaging inside my belly again. What a way to get snuffed! Choking on my daughter's shit as her pussy smothers me, while my son literally defiles my guts --------------- After the Party --------------- "Honey, that's the door." A full-figured twenty-something answered the doorbell, her fiery ginger hair set off by the rosewood gown that floated over her curves. The youngster, barely a woman, who stood on the doorstep was a complete contrast, thin and dark-haired, her one piece of clothing so insubstantial you could see the dark triangle snuggled in the apex of her legs. The redhead looked a little taken aback by her visitor, so it was the teenager who spoke first, remembering to keep her hands clasped in front of her and what chest she had pushed out. "Hi there. Are you Mrs Ainsworth?" "Yes. Are you the pain-slut?" the older woman replied, uncertainly in her voice. "You're much younger than we were expecting." "That's probably because this is my first job. I'm Lisa from Unlimited Abuse, your body for the evening." "I suppose you'd better come in." answered Mrs Ainsworth, sounding not too happy. "I hope you know what to do. We've been looking forward to this for ages now. We had hoped for someone with more experience." "Don't worry." Lisa tried to reassure her customer, as she followed the richly coloured skirts wafting down the hall. "Nobody is sent out by the company until they've passed all the training." Despite her endorsement of the strict training regime, Lisa wasn't as happy as she'd hoped. First there'd been a suggestion she wasn't up to it. Now she was worried about what she didn't see. Neither the hall or the living room they'd just entered appeared to contain anything more damaging than a cushion or a framed print of some art-deco flowers. Even at home there'd been the odd whip or pair of handcuffs lying around and, of course, a baseball bat mounted in pride of place over the mantelpiece. Her class had only finished the course a week ago, but already Becky had returned from a job with missing teeth and a broken arm, while Trudi hadn't returned at all. They'd been a competitive group, and she could only too easily imagine the comments if she went back a reject. Now Lisa stood in the middle of the airy suburban sitting-room, dressed, as ordered, in the simple thin shift, even her feet bare. One of her tits was already throbbing, something that at least the woman sitting on the sofa in front of her knew, even if her rather older husband was in the dark. The wife had rung up earlier that day to ask if the pain-slut could be delivered with a chilli-smeared skewer already embedded in the meat of her left breast. The less than welcoming reception had left Lisa feeling left far more nervous than she'd hoped. None of her dreams about life as a pain-slut had included being rejected and she was visualising the shame of being sent back with her body unblemished. What a waste the hot ache in her chest would be then. Fortunately, after a moment of silence, the months of training came to her aid and she started to deliver her opening lines. "Thank you for ordering me from Unlimited Abuse. My body is yours to do as you want for the evening. Feel free to beat, mutilate, or even snuff it, whatever gives you pleasure..." Lisa got no further. As she doubled up, breathless, she smiled with relief. ********THE*END******** (c) 2014 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.