Author: Urquhart Devlin Title: Nice Neighbours Summary: An interwoven set of vignettes. A peep into the lives of ordinary suburban neighbours. Well, ordinary in the disturbed universe my characters tend to inhabit. Keywords: M M+ m m+ F F+ f f+ cons humil reluc scat snuff tort ws =============== Nice Neighbours =============== by Urquhart Devlin It had been a good day, one of those ones when you get that warm glow from helping others. Zoe had given her daughter's body to the neighbour's boy to play with. He was going to be the envy of everyone at school tomorrow when they found out what he had at home! Her daughter had complained a bit at being given to Tommy, at twelve he was three years younger than her and still a little boy to teenage eyes, but his mother had been so kind to Zoe and her family since they moved into their new house, and she thought it a small repayment for all the generosity shown. Janet was in the kitchen preparing supper, feeling a little dazed as she cut up vegetables. From upstairs came the odd howl as her son Tommy got to grips with his new toy. She'd only been her usual welcoming itself, and it has come as a shock when Zoe turned up on her doorstep with a naked Alicia on a leash behind her. She'd mentioned to Zoe over coffee that even after a year Tommy was having problems fitting in at his new school, but this really was too generous. It had only been the look of excitement and hope on her son's face that prevented her from turning the gift down on the spot. Alicia was pretty annoyed with her mother. Given to the neighbour's snotty little kid! That's what came of being the youngest, and just after she'd been selected as a reserve for the school's junior snuff-squad as well. It had only been a few months since her body really blossomed, and now those bulging tits she'd been so proud of were going to be wasted on the inept fumblings of a boy. She was giving out the occasional howl more to hide her own embarrassment than from any real pain, he wasn't getting any power behind that cane. All she could hope now was that Tommy didn't invite any of her own friends round to play with her. Tommy was on cloud nine, he'd never heard of anyone getting a snuff-bunny so young, if this didn't make him popular, nothing would. He'd got a taste on his last day at junior school when, following tradition, they'd had one as a farewell treat, but that had been one older woman between thirty kids for the afternoon. This was a young, fresh body to use as long as he wanted. He'd caught a glimpse of Alicia once in her underwear, and had fantasised for days about lashing the smooth globes of her bottom. What he'd never expected was to be standing next to those cheeks making a first tentative assault. Alicia was wrong about him, he could be much more brutal - in fact he intended to be - he was just trying to prolong the fun he had planned. Marcia, Tommy's older sister, was in the next room to him contemplating the costume she'd laid out on the bed. As a member of the school's senior snuff-squad she'd worked hard and had, at last, been picked for the area finals. She tried to ignore the sounds coming from her brothers room, the spoilt little git was going to be impossible at school now, and after she'd spent so much time giving him a bad rep. At least the costume looked magnificent, all chrome plate and faux gemstones. Marcia longed to be able to try it on, it was a shame that she'd only get to wear it once. Unfortunately the plates were attached by skewers through her breasts, rods through her belly, and a pair of barbed dildos. The only way it would be coming off after that was by ripping her open, but then that was the point. Across town Samantha, Alicia's oldest sister, was contemplating the wisdom of her actions. An, as it turned out, unfounded belief in her own abilities, and more than a little goading, had resulted in a rather extreme bet with her husband over a friendly game of Trivial Pursuit. She put her poor decision-making down to hormones, she was eight months pregnant, but that made having her legs super-glued together so much worse. At first she'd hoped they'd break free before she went into labour, but that was reckoning without her husband's wicked sense of humour. She'd been woken this morning by a sharp prick in her arm, Richard giving her an injection to induce. Now she was sliding down the stairs on her bottom, pausing occasionally as her body cramped, towards the chattering sounds of an impromptu party in her living room. Richard turned and looked with delight as his wife shuffled awkwardly into the room, hanging on to the door handle for support. She looked stunning with that thin cotton dress billowing over her bulge and dropping to just above her feet. The way, as she bent over with another spasm, that her low neckline fell open to allow a glimpse of swollen breasts swinging free was just about perfect. He couldn't wait to see what happened once Samantha was hung by her wrists. Did that damp skirt mean his wife's waters had broken, or just that she'd pissed herself? **** Tommy sighed as he emptied his bowels, enjoying the muffled sounds of retching between the cheeks of his arse. Even more than his pleasure in getting Alicia to eat his shit, was the look of awe on the faces of the classmates he'd invited round. He'd heard the whispered sniggers in class, nobody had believed he'd really got a snuff-bunny at home. Now the few who'd turned up had begged for a chance to have a go with her. Later on, as a thank-you for coming, he planned to let each of them have a toe as a souvenir. He reckoned Alicia's screams this time, when her feet were mutilated, would be very real. Richard was enjoying himself. Cindy from the office had volunteered to be his cum-bucket, and she was turning blue round his dick as he rammed her face down so hard that her nose broke on his pubis. He barely noticed the damage he was causing, his body acting on automatic, as he watched the glorious sight of his snuff-bunny wife dangling from the ceiling, caught up in the torment of her unwinnable fight to give birth. Luckily, just before Cindy beat his wife to it, he spun her round, and she was able to gulp down air as he slammed into her twat so hard that blood started to flow. Janet had to confess she enjoyed her job. She'd only taken it because it was for a couple of hours in the morning, leaving her free to look after her house and children, but she'd found she had a real aptitude for it. She adjusted her thick leather gloves and steel toe- capped boots before calling in the next customer. Personally she'd never seen the fascination there was in being snuffed this way, she reckoned for most of the women it must be the choice of the audience they brought along, but it was a service she was more than happy to provide. It couldn't always be someone else's choice, her next client had brought no audience at all. Janet watched as the naked woman crawled across the room towards her, she looked about fifty with unnaturally brown hair, sagging skin that swayed a little as she moved, and breasts that hung pendulously low. She looked straight into the woman's eyes, the lightly wrinkled face nervous but excited, before her boot smashed into the half open mouth. Marcia bent over the desk and reached behind her to spread her cheeks wide. It was a long-standing tradition for members of the snuff-squad to let any teachers who fancied it fuck you before a competition - it was supposed to bring you luck. She'd quite enjoyed Mr Edwards pumping his hot cum into her womb, he was so young and fit, but now she was preparing to be sodomised by Mr Kirkpatrick. Mr Kirkpatrick was old, fat, and smelled like a toilet - the fact that he had a cock big enough to rip open an unpractised ringpiece was no consolation. She'd already puked a little while sucking him hard, as she tasted what was probably the arsehole of the last unfortunate girl. She gasped and whimpered as the bloated intruder stretched her bowels painfully, but managed to hold her position. If only Mr Kirkpatrick had waited until he wasn't teaching a second year geography class. Samantha struggled ever more hopelessly. She knew her shoulders were dislocated and she couldn't even feel her hands any longer. Those were the least of her torments though. Her body was still wracked with ever more agonising convulsions as it pointlessly strove to empty her swollen belly. Her cunt was stretched to breaking point, and it felt like her cervix had actually broken. That was it though, with her thighs welded together there wasn't going to be the relief of feeling herself empty. The strain on her was telling, already her cries were growing weaker. Occasionally one of the guests, all driven to violent rutting around her by her suffering, would break off to shock her back to life with a well- aimed blow, but her responses were still diminishing. It was thoughtful of Richard to position himself carefully in her eye-line, so she could see him screwing that silly little blond from the office, using her increasingly battered body like a ragdoll. Zoe was sitting in her unusually quiet house wondering what she should do next. She ached a little from helping out with the senior coffee morning at the local community centre. Those old men loved a new bit of skirt, even though it was a few hours ago she could still feel a little cum dribbling from her pussy and arse. The good thing about going for old men was you didn't get very many women volunteering - today there'd only been one other female there - so you could pretty much guarantee getting all your holes filled, even if it was by pensioners with slightly weak bladders. It wasn't that being used as a fuck-toy didn't have its own satisfaction, it was just that, now that her time was her own, she fancied doing something bolder. With the kids all gone there wasn't any need for her to be able to walk home and get supper on the table any longer. It was then that she realised the school year ended tomorrow. Although probably a bit late, it might be worth ringing round the local junior schools. Next door from her mother, Alicia was beginning to regret being so proud of her well developed chest - there'd been plenty of tit-flesh for Tommy to wrap the thin nylon cord round. She'd had an unrivalled view of her breasts as they turned from a healthy pink to a sickly blue, her weight, as she hung from the ceiling, dragged the puffy nipples almost level with her eyes. The torment from her abused udders, starved of blood and stretched beyond repair, had almost blotted out the throbbing ache from her mangled feet, but it didn't stop her from feeling the needles pushed deep into her clit. Her mental pain wasn't much better, Tommy had just told her about all the kids he'd invited to the show he was giving tomorrow. Word had obviously got round, and several of her classmates, including her best friend Jessica, had promised to come. **** Richard contemplated his late wife's body, still in one piece, with its distended belly and breasts swollen by milk. He'd wondered about ripping open her legs just before the end, when it was too late to give birth, so she could snuff with the added torment of feeling how close she came, but he'd liked the simplicity of doing her this way. Anyway, he'd get far more for her from the necro crowd when he took her body for auction, especially as she was so young and pregnant. He couldn't complain anyway, his cum-bucket Cindy had gone home in a wheelchair with her face swollen like a pumpkin. Janet bent over to let the son of her latest snuff-bunny relieve his excitement in her snatch. It wasn't uncommon for her audience to want to use her after the show, especially if they hadn't brought any other women, and she could see the husband anxiously waiting his turn. Doggy style was nearly always the position for some reason, and once again she found herself leaning over the brutally disfigured body of the woman she'd just snuffed. This stuff-bunny, a slim brunette in her thirties, had definitely only agreed to please her family, Janet had never seen anyone crawl so reluctantly towards her. It hadn't stopped her from putting on a good show, it even added a frisson of fun. At one point she stamped down so hard on her victim's chest that one of her tits burst open. The boy unloaded inside her pretty quickly, to be almost instantly replaced by the more measured shafting of the father. Janet actually climaxed herself today, not that common an occurrence at work any longer, as the husband encouraged his son to violate his mother's lifeless body. Tommy rushed home from school. He'd 'borrowed' a rounders bat from the school sports store and couldn't wait to see how his snuff-bunny responded when he despoiled her tight little arsehole. The ruin he'd wrought on her tits had impressed him already, their elasticity gone, the once pert pair now hung down over her belly like used condoms, mottled with purple bruises and dead white flesh. After her arse he thought he might mess up her face a little to complete the set - a shit- smeared bat would be ideal for that. He needed to be careful though, he didn't want to prevent Alicia from swallowing her audiences' turds, particularly as he was hoping to persuade Jessica to feed her friend a final meal, and if that included catching a glimpse of Jessica's cute bottom naked he wouldn't mind. Zoe carefully unbuttoned her blouse, her every move tracked by the fascinated eyes of two dozen kids. This school was on the other side of town, and she doubted if any of the children even knew her name, their teacher had simply introduced her as 'the afternoon's snuff- bunny'. She'd been pleasantly surprised by how warm a welcome the school staff had given her, apparently it was usually quite an effort to find a volunteer for the end of term treat. 'It's because most of the kids around here are biters' one of the older teachers had told her, 'some years I expect them to strip the body to the bone' (that explained why this was the only school in town still looking the day before the holidays). As she peeled off her bra, and her breasts sank down free, she could have sworn a boy in the front row actually licked his lips. There were a few childish giggles as she revealed her hairy pussy. Maybe she should have shaved, but she'd wanted to show the kids a proper woman's body. Then there was the disconcerting reminder of what the afternoon held brought on by the two pupils, pants round their ankles, squirming in their chairs - banned by the teacher from going to the toilet. Well, too late to back out now, she should have remembered how, at that age, she'd crapped in her Aunt Eileen's mouth without a qualm on her own last day at junior school. Marcia strode as proudly out onto the stage as the constraints of her costume would let her. It was an effort to control the waddle that a pair of stuffed passages produced, but so many points rested on her bearing. At least there seemed no danger that her costume wouldn't get a good mark, the sparkling metal plates appearing to float on her skin with no means of support. She slipped the noose around her neck before pushing her hands and feet into the clamps. As her limbs ripped off, and the noose took Marcia's full remaining weight, it was only her costume's painful fixings that's still preserved her modesty. Luckily that didn't last, the rest of the squad rushing on to 'disrobe' her as she was lifted into the air. Tits split open, guts spilling out, cunt and arse ripped to shreds, her limbless torso took its rightful applause as her face turned blue. Alicia was half worried she might die of embarrassment. Tommy had built his own set of torture implements out of Meccano and was testing them on her for efficacy. Bad enough if he'd had the decency to do it in private, but he'd waited for an audience which now included several of the boys from her class and her best friend Jessica. Even Jessica couldn't help smirking a bit as a badly constructed thumbscrew bent round her finger. By now she'd have expected the only other girl in the room to be pleasuring at least one excited member, but Jessica still had her knickers on. After Tommy's impressive work with the bat earlier, she could feel the cool air blowing through her broken sphincter, she'd had some hope it might not be that bad, but now her snuff show was turning into a farce. It was a positive relief, however disgusting, when Tommy laid her out and invited his audience to begin filling her belly with their waste. Samantha might be beyond knowing, but her body was certainly being appreciated. It wasn't often the local necro club got someone so young, and not merely pregnant but in the very act of giving birth. Her virtually undamaged state wasn't typical either, usually the club received corpses with at least some parts missing, even if it was only the odd nipple or a few teeth. As a result there was a queue of members to fill her icy colon with hot cum, or frig damp hairy snatches across her unresponsive face. ********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.