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



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How I Brought My Family Together
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by Urquhart Devlin


 
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Chapter One - Family Reunion
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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."



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Chapter Two - Dirty Little Secret
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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.



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Three - Former Festivities
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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. 



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Four - Final Ride
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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.