Author: Urquhart Devlin Title: Perfect Little Birthday Present Summary: Bugger! Once again there’s less than a week to go, and you still haven’t thought of a birthday present for your dad. What can you think of at such short notice? After a conversation with her mother, Sammy thinks she’s found the perfect answer, even if it will be harder than she expected. Keywords: M F+ f+ f cons humil inc scat snuff tort ws =============================== Perfect Little Birthday Present =============================== by Urquhart Devlin ---------------------------- Chapter One - Talking Points ---------------------------- "I have another idea if you're interested." "I hope it's something good this time. He never used that toolkit I bought him last year." Sammy and her mother were chatting in the kitchen together, cooking supper and discussing her father's upcoming birthday. Less than a week to go, but Sammy, as usual, hadn't thought of a present for him yet - that was why she was badgering her mother for ideas. There'd been the usual boring suggestions, socks and chocolates, easily rejected. Now her mother's face lit up, she'd thought of something rather special. "He'll definitely like this idea, but only if you're really up for it." "Okay mum, you've got me interested. What is it?" "Well, why don't you put on a snuff show for him?" That stopped the teenager in her tracks. It wasn't something she'd thought of it before, but why not? She knew her dad enjoyed a good snuff show. He'd been complaining only last week he never seemed to find the time to get to them any more. "That's a great idea mum! I'm sure dad'll love it." Sammy answered, relieved - finally a decent idea. It was an exciting choice, but the initial high quickly wore off. What did she really know about putting on a snuff show? Sammy paused in her work and looked to her mother. "You'll have to help me with it though." "Of course I will, darling." Debbie grinned, " We might even make him glad you gave him that toolkit." "Does that mean you'll MC for me?" "I'd love to." Debbie said enthusiastically, then hesitated - was her daughter just being polite? She tried suggesting an alternative MC, but not too forcefully, "Unless you want your sister to do it?" "Eve! No!" Sammy and Eve were constantly at loggerheads, Eve always trying to upstage her big sister. Debbie's couldn't stop her face breaking into a cheerful smile, even as she attempted to lightly chastise her eldest daughter, "Don't be so mean, I'm sure Eve would do her best." "So long as she can take the spotlight, yes." Debbie diplomatically ignored this. "I am glad you chose me though. I reckon we can have some fun." That made Sammy look at her mother's face. The woman was as delighted like you'd expect a mother to be, but not as surprised to be asked as Sammy would have expected. She wanted to know why. "Did you plan this? I think you knew I'd want somebody familiar - and that I'd never choose Eve." The look on her mother's face answered her question. "How long have you been trying to get at me?" "Pretty much since you first started growing tits." her mother confessed. "I've just been wondering how to persuade you." "Well, I didn't take a lot of persuading, did I?" Sammy wanted to be upset at this news, but was too full of nervous excitement to care. Instead she just squeezed her prominent bosom. "At least now you've waited these are a better target." They certainly were a better target. Since blossoming into womanhood, there was no danger of Sammy being mistaken for a boy. Even in her best sports bra, her breasts bounced around like a pair of hyperactive kittens. "The pleasure of a young body." Debbie looked at her daughter's soft curves with a little regret. "I always meant to star in a show when I was your age." "Why didn't you?" "You know. I got distracted, met your dad." Debbie blustered a little. "Then it was too late." "Never mind mum." Sammy consoled her. "You can do everything you missed out on to me." "Everything?" Debbie looked hopeful. Sammy swallowed. Her mother often went with her dad to snuff shows, and came home pretty excited after who knew what extreme stuff. Would she want her daughter to do all of that? Still, if she was giving her father a present, why not give her mother one as well? "I promise, anything you like." **** Well, she thought, later that evening as she lay in her bedroom, she was committed now. Her mother had always taught her to take a promise seriously. At least it would only be in front of her parents and sister, she'd never fancied taking part in a public show. Sammy had always been a little shy about her body. While not exactly fat, she was definitely quite plump. Her generous tits had always been a source of pride to her, but also the cause of some embarrassment. Like most women she thought her bum was too fat, but then she'd never seen the admiring glances that often followed her. She'd always liked her hair though, thick, brown and cut well below her shoulders. Safe in the privacy of her bedroom, Sammy stripped and went to stand in front of the long mirror on her wardrobe. wondering how she'd look as she entertained her father. She tried sucking in her tummy as she stood profiled in the glass, but that didn't help. At least she'd been lucky enough to grow a thick thatch of dark pubes to hide her most intimate parts, even when naked. Not, she suspected, that they would help much in the long run. Sammy had never really been interested in watching snuff shows, but she'd picked up enough to realise she'd probably have to expose everything. Being naked shouldn't be too bad, she thought, everyone who'll be there has seen all my bits before, even if it was quite a long time ago. Choosing mum was a good move, she always makes things fun. With mamma their keeping everything light, there is a good chance I'll get over the naked bit without even caring. **** "Mum, why was the social club ringing to confirm your room booking for dad's birthday?" Debbie looked puzzled at the question. "For our snuff show of course. We'd never get everybody into the living room." Sammy looked horrified. "You're inviting an audience! You know I hate being the centre of attention." "Of course love." Debbie gave her daughter a concerned smile. "Surely you know I enjoy humiliation, that's why I asked you if you meant everything." She hadn't realised her mother was into humiliation. Maybe if she'd been a little more curious as to why her parents always came back from a snuff show on a high, but Sammy preferred getting to bed early. Her sister Eve was always the attentive audience for her mother to relive the night to. "So all of dad's friends are going to be there to see me?" "And mine as well." Debbie looked surprised, but was there just a hint she was starting to enjoy Sammy's discomfort? "And the rest of the family of course." Her cousins, aunts and uncles, even grandparents, she was going to be exposed in front of all of them! And then another shocking thought came to her, "You haven't invited any of my friends?" "All the ones I could think of, yes." Debbie was now definitely looking delighted at Sammy's distress. "You did say I should do everything to you I'd ever wanted for myself, and being degraded in front of everyone you know is right up there. That's why I invited all the kids from your class." "Hang on!..." Sammy started to protest, this last news really pushing her limits. Then she paused, she had made a promise. Debbie leapt into the gap while her daughter was thinking, "Come on Sammy. It's not going to be much of a snuff show for your dad if there's only us four there." This was a good point. Reluctantly, she said, "I suppose so, I just hadn't thought about being in public." "That's my girl. And, don't worry, I'll be there." Sammy even managed to smile at this. "Yes, but you'll be the one tormenting me." "True, but isn't it better to have someone who really knows how to push your buttons, so you put on a great show?" She was almost annoyed at the sense this made, but intelligent enough not to try and deny it. "You're right mum. I'm sorry, I hadn't thought it through. Dad does like humiliation, doesn't he? 'Cos this is going to be totally embarrassing." "Maybe not as much as me, but he's often said it wouldn't be a proper snuff show without it." The shock diminishing, Sammy was coming round to the idea. Anyway, she'd wanted to give her mother a real present as well, and the excited look on Debbie's face was what she'd been after. She liked pleasing her parents, so, even with this latest news, Sammy still reckoned getting her mother to help had been a good idea. Sammy reached over and drew her mother in for a big hug. She might be nervous - she hadn't bargained for all this - but she was determined to get it right. "Thanks mum. I knew I needed you around, otherwise it just wouldn't be the same." Even as they hugged, Sammy discovered another unexpected consequence when she felt her mother's hand cupping one of her buttocks. "Mum! We're not performing yet." "I know that dear. But, if you're serious about putting on a good show, I need to be familiar with your body." Sammy realised her mother hadn't seen her naked for years. It wasn't unreasonable to want to get a feel for her body. Trying to be practical she asked, "Do you need me to strip for you?" "That would be good, but not now." she saw the relief in her daughter's face. "We'll do it properly tomorrow after school, so I can take some photos and measurements." Debbie felt a little thrill of surrogate pleasure as she watched her teenager's face fall. She might be past performing herself, but she couldn't help being excited at the thought of living out her dreams through her daughter. **** It was odd being at school the next day. The invitations would be in the post and she knew how, all too soon, everyone would be looking at her and wondering. Luckily after lunch she had a class with Miss Corby. That provided a distraction for her. Miss Corby was a slim young blonde, with a sweet oval face and a pair of full, kissable lips, always dressed in smart, but very flattering, clothes. Sammy certainly wasn't the only person in the school to have a thing for this teacher, but she was among the most ardent. The class wasn't holding her attention, and, without realising, she squirmed gently in her seat as she fantasised about the pretty blonde teacher. In her mind Miss Corby had pushed her back, naked, into her chair, and was kissing down her belly to reach the moist cleft between her legs, where a probing tongue could drive her wild. "Sammy! Are you listening to me?" Her teacher's sharp voice snapped Sammy out of her reverie. She reluctantly left behind the image of Miss Corby rising from between her legs to kiss her full on the mouth, the dampness of her sex still on those soft pink lips. She could hardly look at her teacher's face as she mumbled, "Yes miss." "Try to pay attention Sammy." Miss Corby sighed, ignoring the obvious lie. **** Leaving school, lost in her own thoughts, Sammy started when a hand gently grabbed her arm. "You've been a bit quiet today Sam. What's up?" Sammy turned to see Alicia, probably her best friend in the school. Should she confide in her? Why not? If her mum hadn't forgotten, the invites had gone out today, she might as well spill and see if Alicia had any advice. "It's about my dad's birthday present." Sammy confessed. "I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing." "Why?" Alicia sounded intrigued. "What have you got him?" "Not exactly got him." she looked awkward. "It's more what I'm giving him. My mum suggested I do a snuff show, and I said yes." Alicia looked at her friend in astonishment. If she'd had to guess which of the sisters would put on a stuff show, it wouldn't have been Sammy. "Wow! I'm impressed, I didn't think you had it in you." "I'm not sure I do any longer." Sammy admitted. "I was thinking of a little family thing at home, but my mum's gone and hired a room. I think she's planning on inviting everybody." "Including me?" Alicia asked excitedly. "I wouldn't want to miss that." Her friend's enthusiasm didn't cheer her up, and Sammy dispiritedly replied, "I'm sure you're invited. You and everybody else getting to see my fat ugly body." "You're not fat, or ugly. I know you're not skinny, but most people like a bit of flesh on a snuff girl, it always looks better when they're shaking or being hit." "You really think so?" "Yeah. Anyway, skinny girls break too easily. You can really mess up a fat girl before you've cracked a single bone." "And how would you know that?" "You should have come when my parents invited you to join my birthday treat. In the lobby there was this great whale of a girl and a bloke with a baseball bat - trying to set some kind of record apparently. Anyway, he was still going after the show. The whale was really messed up, but she could still move." "That sounds okay. It's just doing the naked bit, I'm not like my sister." "Like anybody's going to bother to come and see Eve naked." Alicia replied sardonically, then, after a moment's pause for thought, added, "Again." This made them both chuckle. After that, they managed to keep the conversation much lighter. By the time she said goodbye to Alicia at the end of her road, Sammy was feeling really quite cheerful. ------------------------------ Chapter Two - The Small Reveal ------------------------------ "And the knickers as well, I'm going to need to see everything." It wasn't going too well in the spare bedroom upstairs. To start with Sammy had been okay posing when still fully clothed. She hadn't really minded when being photographed bent over or with her legs spread. Now her mother was getting her to strip, and it was proving even more embarrassing than she'd expected. Last time she'd been naked with her mother there'd been nothing much to hide, but that had been many years ago. Now she was bent in an awkward pose, trying to conceal her prominent breasts, while pointlessly trying to negotiate with her mother to at least keep her pants on. "Are you sure mum? Do I really need to expose those bits before dad's birthday?" Debbie did her best to suppress a giggle as she answered, her daughter's squirming attempts to preserve her modesty were proving pretty funny, but she answered seriously enough. "Of course you do, darling. I'm going to need to see what I'm working with. I know it's uncomfortable for you. Maybe you could look at it as training." If she didn't make some effort, it probably wouldn't be much of a present. That thought left Sammy looking a little abashed as her mother continued. "Now stop being so shy, it's only us two here. Take your hand off your pussy and let those lovely big tits free." Her mother walked round the bed, allowing Sammy to catch a glimpse of herself in the big mirror on the wardrobe. Even she could see what a ridiculous sight she presented, hunched over in an obviously failing attempt to preserve her modesty. Debbie was on the verge of bursting anyway, and her daughter's sudden spurt of giggles pushed her over the edge. It was a couple of minutes before either could regain their composure. Eventually Sammy managed to calm down enough to remember why she was here. Buoyed by the moment, she hastily pulled off her knickers and stood up straight. "Is this better?" Moved by seeing her daughter finally naked, Debbie managed to get control of herself once more. "Much better. Give us a twirl so I can look all round." From an unexpectedly thick bush, surrounded by shapely hips, to positively pendulous breasts, Debbie was taking in her daughter's nude form with something approaching envy. Professional once more, she moved in to take a closer look. "Well." she said, as she grasped one of Sammy's breasts, only drawing a slight gasp. "These are certainly going to give me plenty to work with." "Thanks, I suppose." "Turn round so I can see your bum." Another hand lingering over her naked buttocks. Sammy felt the soft flesh compress as her mother squeezed. "All right mum, you don't need to rub it in. I know I've got a monster bum." "Don't be silly. It's a very nice bottom. Lovely and soft." "You're my mother, of course you like it. Everyone else will think it's fat." "Absolutely not!" her mother replied, tartly, "I'm sure everyone's going to enjoy seeing these cheeks, before and after." "Mum! I'm not a piece of meat." Debbie smiled. "Not yet, give me a chance." Sammy was a little taken aback at this brutal honesty. Apprehensive but intrigued, in her confusion she couldn't think how to respond. "Lie back on the bed and try to get your legs over your head." Now Sammy said something, "Surely you don't need to see all down there mum?" "I thought we'd got over this." Debbie looked almost annoyed at her daughter. "Everyone's going to see your pussy in the show, you might as well let me take a good look at it now." "Are you going to be feeling it as well?" "And slipping a finger or two in to test its flexibility." Sammy realised her mother was making a bit of an assumption. Mortified at what she had to say, she blurted it out in a single gulp, "You do know I'm a virgin mum?" Now it was Debbie's turn to be surprised, "I didn't realise, I thought you'd lost it with Paul at the end of the holidays." "No I didn't. I meant to, but then his dad dragged him away on a surprise trip and we rather lost touch." Debbie sat on the bed beside her daughter, and gave her a big hug. Not the response the girl had expected when she spilled this embarrassingly intimate news. "Why didn't you say anything before? That's great!" " I just thought it was rather awkward." she mumbled, uncertain at this positive reception. Debbie looked at her daughter in concern. She'd never tried to hide the facts of life from Sammy. How did she manage to stay so ignorant? "Awkward? It's fantastic! Don't you know how rare it is to see a girl violated for the first time at her own snuff show? Everybody is going to be talking about our performance." A worrying thought occurred to her. "You are planning on staying a virgin until your dad's birthday." Sammy hadn't realised her maidenhead would be such draw, but then she'd never shared the rest of her family's interest in snuff. Eve, her younger sister, had been taken to a couple of shows as a special treat, but she'd always preferred to stay at home reading. She was honest enough to admit to herself that was probably why she remained unspoilt. "I was thinking of trying to lose it before the show, but if it'll make that much difference, I don't mind giving it a miss." "That's my girl." Debbie said encouragingly, privately wondering if her intensely shy daughter would have managed to anyway. "You'll make your dad proud." "What on earth are you two up to!" there was a touch of astonishment in the voice that broke into their private moment. It went on, "Those aren't Sammy's stupidly sized knockers on display are they? I never thought they'd ever see daylight!" Eve had been surprised to come home to a deserted house. Hearing a noise from upstairs, she'd crept up to hear voices coming from the spare bedroom. Whatever she'd been expecting, it wasn't the sight of her older sister stark naked and being hugged by her mother. "Hi Eve." Eve's mother looked unfazed, while her big sister was scrabbling around for something to cover herself. "I'm glad you're home, there's something we need to discuss with you." "You've decided to make Sammy stay naked until she gets a man?" Eve spoke with the confidence of someone who had no problems in that area. "Eve!" Sammy protested, struggling into her T-shirt. "Now Eve, that's hardly fair." Debbie gently admonished her. "If Sammy behaved like you, I wouldn't be so happy for her now." "What're you talking about? She's not off to appear in a snuff show is she?" The young girl giggled at the thought. Stung, Sammy thrust her head out and replied sharply, "Yes, I am actually." That stopped Eve in her tracks, the grin wiped off her face instantly. The thought of Sammy, the girl who always used a cubicle at the swimming baths, exposing herself to anyone else was a shock. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Debbie carried on, un-concerned by the little sisterly spat. "We're organising it for your father's birthday, and I thought you might like to lend a hand." "Maybe I should join her. Put on a sister act." "Mum." Sammy whined in protest, alarmed at the thought of being upstaged by her little sister. "If Eve joins in she'll try and take over, she always does." "Don't worry darling." her mother reassured her, and turned to speak sharply to her younger daughter. "Eve, this is Sammy's present for her father. Stop winding her up, she's nervous enough about it already." "Okay. It was only a thought. Does dad know?" "No, we're trying to keep it as a surprise for him." "In that case you'd better get downstairs. I'm pretty sure that's his key I can hear in the front door." Debbie hurried off downstairs to head off her husband, leaving the sisters alone together. "So you're really going to be in a snuff show?" Eve asked as casually as she could, doing pretty well at hiding how impressed she was. "Yeah." Sammy admitted. "I thought it was going to be just a private family thing, but mum's gone and hired a room and invited everybody." She might be talking to her big sister, but she couldn't help thinking that Sammy was a bit naive. "What were you expecting, don't you ever listen to mum when she's been to see a snuff show?" "Not really." "You should've done. Surely you've noticed how much she enjoys them. Getting to organise one must be her dream come true. Of course she invited everybody." At some level she knew her sister was right, but Sammy still said, "She might have asked me before turning it into a big production. She knows I always get shy in public" "You really should have got your head out of your book and come along to the last show they took me to. Mum was even more into the humiliation than the torture. They had this one crying girl walk through the audience shouting 'I'm a stupid cunt' while everybody mauled her. She was so clearly distressed by it that Mum kept on running round for another go." Sammy couldn't help being intrigued enough to ask, "What happened to her after that?" "Oh, she was hung by her ankles and had acid piped into her stupid cunt until it ate right through her." Well, I did ask, thought Sammy. "I suppose it's a bit late to back out now?" "Oh, come on Sam, that hardly seems fair, you volunteered. Mum's obviously really excited, and dad would be so disappointed if he found out he missed a chance to see you both in a snuff show." "I know, I know." her older sister protested. "I'm not really planning on disappointing everyone. It just seems like, every time I talk to mum, there's a new surprise waiting for me." "Chin up soppy. I know you get nervous in public, but don't worry, you'll be great on the night." "It's nice of you to say that." Sammy sounded unconvinced. "I just can't help feeling it would've been better if you were doing this. You never have any problems showing off in public. I'm bound to screw up and ruin it for dad, and mum as well." "Oh come on! Dad might be okay with me, but I'd hardly please mum. I just said mum likes humiliation, what on earth's she going to find to embarrass me with?" It was a good point. Only last month, at Rory's party, Sammy had seen her little sister tongue every boy's arsehole for a dare. Sammy had practically died of shame just watching, while Eve had been encouraging people to take photos of her. "That's true." agreed Sammy. Then, rather more pointedly, "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get dressed in private. If I don't go down to say hello to dad soon, he'll know something's up." "Okay miss perfect." Eve replied, as she walked out. Then a parting shot to wind her sister up, "I'll see the rest of you at the party." ------------------------ Chapter Three - Yes Miss ------------------------ "Miss Corby?" "Don't worry, Sammy, your mother's already invited me. My best student and the legendary Debbie taking charge, there's no way I'm not going to be there." Sammy had only hung back after class to let her favourite teacher know this would be her last lesson, she'd never considered that Miss Corby would be invited as well. "That's great." she managed to say, really not quite sure how she felt about her secret passion seeing her in a horribly debased state. Then she paused, as the rest of her teacher's words sank in. "My mum's legendary?" "From what I've heard, yes." seeing Sammy's look of surprise, her teacher went on. "Ever since I mentioned I'd got an invite, I've been hearing stories about your mother. Apparently most of the older teachers went to see her shows at the Charnel House." Sammy's jaw dropped, "She used to work at the Charnel House? That's supposed to be the best snuff club in town!" Now it was Miss Corby's turn to look startled. "I can't believe she never told you, or no one else mentioned it. From what I've heard, the shows she organised there were what made the place." "I didn't know, what did she do?" Miss Corby made to answer, but before she could start the bell rang for the next lesson. "I'm sorry Sammy, I've got a class to teach." Miss Corby sounded genuinely disappointed. "That's not fair miss." Sammy cajoled her. "You can't tell me that then leave me hanging." "I think your mother would have." Miss Corby said, smiling briefly at her own joke. "She might still on dad's birthday." Sammy replied, a little ruefully. She had always found it easy to talk, and even joke, more or less, with Miss Corby. Their conversations generally left her feeling a little better. The woman was so young and smooth-skinned, she couldn't be more than a few years older than Sammy herself. It was nice to have such a gorgeous teacher always ready for a chat. Despite the attempt at humour, Sammy's words did seem to affect her and Miss Corby looked a little contrite when she spoke again. "No, you're right. I should fill you in, I do seem to be the one who let the cat out of the bag." she thought for a second. "I'm not going to have time for a proper talk with you during school today. Why don't you come to my house this evening, and we can have a good old gossip?" "Really!" Sammy tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. She might have a bit of a schoolgirl thing for Miss Corby, but had never seriously thought she'd get invited to visit her at home. Anyway, if school rumour was to be believed, Miss Corby had been steadily working her way through the male staff. "I don't think I have to worry about you stalking me now." said Miss Corby. Had she really implied she wasn't unaware of Sammy's feelings? She handed the astonished girl a piece of paper with her address scribbled on it. "I'll see you about seven then?" **** Sammy could feel the butterflies churning her stomach as she walked along the row of neat little terraced houses, looking for number twenty-six. Even wearing her smartest blue dress, and a pair of expensive faun stockings, pinched from her mother's wardrobe, she felt horribly as though she were off for a visit to the dentist. "You found it. Come on in then." The smiling Miss Corby clearly hadn't made an effort to dress up, opting for the comfort of a pair of sweat pants and an old T-shirt. Feeling overdressed and awestruck, Sammy just stood there gazing. Twenty- something, blond and fit, even in casual, and rather unflattering, dress, her teacher still looked beautiful. "Are you planning on standing there all evening? I've got the kettle on." Realising she'd just been stuck there, her jaw slack, Sammy blushed a little as she hastily followed her teacher into the living room. Seated now, with a cup of tea for herself and a glass of something fizzy for Sammy, Miss Corby brought the conversation back to where they'd left off. "I'm sorry I brought up your mother's old job. It just never occurred to me you wouldn't have known about it." "That's okay, Miss. I knew my mum was into snuff, she just never mentioned she did it professionally. Now all I want is to find out everything I can." "So long as it hasn't upset you too much. I'll tell you what I've heard, but you must realise this was long before my time as well." Miss Corby settled back and started recalling the details she'd heard of Sammy's mother's time at the Charnel House. Sammy leaned forward, caught up in the revelations. **** "... and after the triplets were carried off, she, apparently, took a bow and left for good." "Bloody hell." Sammy stopped, nervous at having sworn, but, seeing no sign of censure on her teacher's face, pressed on. "Well, that explains why mum was getting so professional, wanting me to strip so she could examine me." Miss Corby said, with a touch of concern, "You've always been so shy, Sammy. How did you cope with that?" "Not too well." she admitted. "Then, just as I was starting to relax, my little sister burst in on us." Miss Corby was regarding the young girl critically. "So you haven't had a chance to get used to being naked in front of anyone then? Well, apart from Paul I'm guessing, and you two have split up now haven't you?" It was cosy, sitting comfortably in that little room, sipping on their drinks and chatting quietly. Sammy found herself admitting something for the second time that week. "Actually, not even Paul, we split up before we got that far. I'm still a virgin." "Wow!" her teacher's face had fallen open. "Even with you I wasn't expecting that. Shouldn't you be out trying to do something about losing it, rather than sitting here getting a history lesson from me?" "I was going to, but mum talked me out of it. She reckons me being done for the first time on stage will be a hit." "I can't argue with that - with your mum's experience of putting on shows I wouldn't even try anyway. But that means you've had no practice at exposing yourself to anyone." "Not really, no." "Well, now you're here, why don't you strip for me?" She hadn't been expecting this. She'd worn stockings and lacy knickers more as a fantasy than because she thought she'd be showing them off. Confused, Sammy stood up before she even realised what she was doing. Pausing, she blushed. "Don't be embarrassed." Miss Corby said encouragingly. "You've got this far, and there's only us two here. Rip everything off quick and let me have a look at you." Somehow, the practicality of Miss Corby's words made it worse than if she was stripping to excite her. Instead of rushing, Sammy fumbled her way out of her clothes, feeling her face grow hotter. She couldn't let this blond goddess down though, and persevered until she was, finally, standing naked in front of her. "Okay, I can see that was pretty bad for you." Miss Corby said, smiling reassuringly at the shivering girl. "But don't you feel better for having got it over?" "I suppose." said Sammy, reluctantly. "It's just that I know everyone's going to be staring at my tits. Even you are miss, aren't you?" I am, admitted Miss Corby to herself. Aloud she said, "Be fair Sammy, they are magnificent. Everyone's going to wonder what will be done to them, I certainly am." Flattered into feeling brave, Sammy asked, "Do you want to touch them? Feel what they're like before mum sets to work on them." "You know, I actually do." the teacher said, in some surprise. "I've been to enough snuff shows, but I've never had the chance to feel the star before. This could be fun." As she ran her hands over Sammy's soft mounds, Miss Corby asked, "Your mum must have some ideas for these impressive assets, do you know what she's planning to do with them?" Miss Corby might be nice, but hearing her speak so casually as she squeezed Sammy's breasts was making the young girl squirm, mortified at what she was letting happen to her. If it had been anybody else she'd probably have pulled back and run out. "You're finding this awkward, aren't you." said Miss Corby, seeming to read her mind. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken up your offer to feel them. It's just so exciting, thinking what's going to be done to them." Sammy instantly felt contrite. Here was the wonderful Miss Corby looking shame-faced in front of her, and it wasn't as if she'd let her do anything she hadn't wanted to happen. "That's okay, Miss." she burst out, and hastily pulled her teacher's hand back up to her bosom. "I don't mind really, I'm just not very good in these situations." Too anxious to prove it was okay, she grabbed Miss Corby's other hand and pushed it between her legs. Almost immediately she felt her mistake. How many times had she imagined the pretty blonde teacher pleasuring her? And now they were standing there, her idol's hand actually pressing into her pussy, a pussy she could already feel starting to lubricate wildly. Miss Corby was grinning, but not unpleasantly. "It feels to me like somebody needs some relief. As your teacher I should really make you do it, but I suppose it's a bit late to worry now." Sammy's knees nearly collapsed as she came. She'd stayed standing as her teacher's skilful fingers had quickly massaged her clit to orgasm. "Thanks miss." Sammy muttered, her pleasure subsiding and her natural shyness returning with a vengeance. "It's been really nice, but I'd better get home now." "Sammy, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Miss Corby tried to reassure her. "It's okay. It's just I'm late getting home." Sammy lied, hastily pulling her clothes back on. "All right." Miss Corby didn't sound convinced, but didn't try to stop the worried teenager. "I'll see you at your father's party then?" "I hope so." was the rather more truthful reply. In spite of everything, Sammy realised she really did want Miss Corby there, "I'd like it if you came." Sammy hurried out, not realising, until she was halfway home, that she'd left her best lace knickers behind. **** After the calming effects of a brisk walk, giving her a chance to consider what had just happened, Sammy arrived home dazed, smiling a little, and suspecting that she was, in fact, quite pleased with herself. Hearing her mother clattering around in the kitchen, she went in to see her and get some advice. "Hello love." her mother smiled at her. "Did you have a nice time with Miss Corby?" "I'm not sure, mum." Sammy confessed. "She was really nice, but I'm feeling a bit weird." "Why, what happened?" Debbie asked with concern. Sammy felt a jolt of worry, would her mother understand? "If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it quiet and not get Miss Corby into any trouble?" "Why?" asked Debbie sharply. "What has she done?" "Do you promise, mum?" "Unless it's something really bad." her mother assured her, anxious to find out what had gone on. Her daughter took a deep breath. "We were discussing the party, and I stripped for her. Then I was embarrassed and shoved her hand between my legs. When she realised I was wet, well... she pleasured me." "I don't quite see how embarrassment got her hand onto your pussy." Debbie was grinning, half with relief, half with amusement. "But that doesn't sound so bad, that Miss Corby is pretty gorgeous." Sammy's face lifted at these words. "You don't mind then?" "Mind? Don't be silly. Why would I object to you enjoying yourself?" The smile left her mother's face, as a little worry crossed her mind. "You are still intact down there though, aren't you?" Sammy looked hurt, she wouldn't let her parents down, not after she'd seen how pleased the news made her mother. "Of course I am! It was nice, but it was only a quick grope." "Sorry darling." Debbie apologised. "I should know you better by now. I'm glad you've had some fun anyway. Just so long as you don't get too used to being naked before the party." "I wouldn't worry about that." Sammy confessed. "I was so embarrassed afterwards I practically ran out, I even left my knickers behind." "Really Sammy! That's not very polite. You'll have to go back tomorrow and apologise." "Mum! I couldn't, not after leaving like that." Debbie took pity on her daughter, she didn't want to push her too far, too early. "All right, I'll give her a call myself tomorrow and explain. I know I should be more angry, but that sort of reaction is what's going to make the show." Her mother was usually rather particular about doing the right thing. Sammy was so relieved to be let off, she found herself suggesting something quite outside her usual comfort zone. "Why don't we try again with your examination? I think Eve's at a friend's, and dad's working nights again, so we shouldn't be disturbed this time." ------------------------ Chapter Four - Shakedown ------------------------ "So, what are your plans for the show?" Sammy was naked on the spare bed for a second time. She didn't really want to get into distressing details, but they'd again just reached the bit where she needed to expose her crotch. Looking to distract her mother, she trying to delay with what felt like a slightly less embarrassing alternative. It didn't work. "I don't think I should tell you that." replied Debbie, briskly. "Now get your legs up so I can see your pussy." "Why not? Shouldn't I know what I'll be doing?" Sammy persisted, leaving her legs down. Debbie knew what her daughter was doing, but answered her question anyway. Sammy had almost no experience of snuff, however willing she might be now. Maybe a few hints would help things go more smoothly. "I've always found the element of surprise adds a real sense of excitement. Trust me, seeing your face fall as you find out what's coming next will drive the audience wild." Now Sammy recognised the experienced tone in her mother's voice. This seemed like a good moment to probe into the tales she'd heard from Miss Corby. "Mum, is it true you used to run the shows at the Charnel House? Somebody yesterday said you did." Her mother looked taken aback for a second, and hurriedly sat down. She sounded calm enough, though, when she replied. "By 'somebody' I take it you mean Miss Corby?" "Maybe." "Yes, I did actually." she smiled at the memory. "Great days." "So why did you give it up, it's not as though you've gone off snuff?" Debbie looked slightly embarrassed as she mumbled, "Oh, you know, sometimes things move on." She usually let her mother's evasive answers slide. Just for once, Sammy pushed the issue, there was clearly something being held back. "Mum! That's not an answer. Why did you really leave?" There was a brief struggle over Debbie's face before she answered her daughter. She couldn't quite meet her girl's eye and sounded just a touch sheepish. "All right. I'd got two little girls and I was running out of ideas. You've no idea how stressful it was keeping everything original. I knew if I stayed on I'd end up using my best stuff just because I couldn't think of anything else, and I really wanted to save something for later." It was several seconds before Sammy realised what her mother had just implied. When she worked it out, she blurted, "Mother! How long have you been planning this show?!" "Since I was first pregnant." Debbie admitted, not even trying to prevaricate. "How could you...!" Sammy started to bawl, furious that her mother had never mentioned this before. Then she realised what this meant, and stopped herself mid- sentence. Her voice had dropped to a sorry little whisper when she started to speak again. "You gave up your job and kept quiet all this time just so me and Eve could put on a really good snuff show if we ever wanted to?" Not caring that she was naked, Sammy leapt on her mother and gave her a big hug. "I'm sorry mum. I didn't realise. That's so sweet of you." "It's okay darling." Debbie replied, taken aback by her daughter's reaction, but happily wrapping her arms round the girl. "I hoped you wouldn't find out precisely because I didn't want you to feel guilty, and now you are. I might have wished for this day, but I didn't want to pressure you into it." Sammy didn't feel like resisting any longer. If her mum had sacrificed so much, the least she could do was be helpful now. She grabbed her mother's hand, like she had Miss Corby's, and pushed it into the dark bush between her legs. "Have a good rummage then." she half-whispered. "Make sure you know your way all round my pussy." "If I don't slide off." Debbie said, probing her daughter's labia. "You're pretty wet down there." Reddening, Sammy made to scramble off. In her confusion, she hadn't even noticed her body's growing excitement. To her horror, her mother pushed her back down and said, "Don't be silly, stay where you are. A bit of relief for you will make us both feel better." Had her mother really just said that? But she could feel fingers skilfully manipulating her venus mound. She wanted to protest, but her body was already bucking against the constant rhythm. It seemed like no time before the electric release of an orgasm crashed through her. "Now, you're not going to be able to run here as easily as from Miss Corby's house." she heard her mother's voice saying as her head stopped spinning. "Why did you do that?" Sammy mumbled in confusion, unable to look up. "I always used to wank the performers off beforehand." her mother explained, in a very matter of fact tone. " I found it heightened the intimacy of the performance. Wrecking a cunt that you've felt shiver with pleasure adds a frisson that an audience always appreciates." Sammy protested, "You planned that?" "Not the bit where you decided to help, but yes." Looking at her mother's cheerful face, she was a loss for words. Debbie carried on, apparently unconcerned. "I only used to get one chance in the dressing room beforehand. But with you I should have plenty of opportunities to build up a bond with your pussy." This pushed Sammy into speech. "You're going to want to do that again?" "Definitely. We shouldn't miss out on any opportunity to give our performance an edge people won't forget." She'd been going to argue with her mother, but, reminded what they were doing this for, she lost her desire to fight, especially knowing now how much experience her mother had. It was just her natural shyness getting in the way, again. If she wanted to put on an unforgettable show, she'd have to do anything needed, however embarrassing. "Okay." she said, resigning herself. "Whenever you want then." "I knew, underneath that timid exterior, you were a sensible girl." said Debbie, relaxed now that Sammy seemed to be starting to understand her role. Feeling happier at this, pleasing her mother did feel good, Sammy felt comfortable enough to probe a little further, even if still not sure she wanted more answers. "I know you won't tell me about the show itself, but is there anything else I should expect beforehand, particularly if it's like that?" Sammy's awkwardness had always left her mother reluctant to seriously try and explain more intimate things to her. There were some things, though, that she really needed her daughter to understand now, and this question seemed like the best moment she'd find. "Yes." she started. This bald statement made Sammy's brow wrinkle with anxiety, she'd probably hoped for no, but Debbie pressed on. "There's a secret to a really good snuff show. You see, it's not just about the pain, although that's important, but any idiot can get a girl screaming." "What is it then?" Sammy asked. Uneasy, but also a bit excited. "It's about mental pain as well." Debbie regarded her daughter critically, trying to gauge her reaction. At the moment Sammy just looked confused, so she pressed on, "It's about wrecking the girl mentally as well. You have to demean and degrade them." Now Sammy understood, she looked a bit upset as she asked, "Does that mean you'll be calling me names?" "What do you think Sammy? Quite a lot, I should think, among other things. That's where you should be glad you've got your mother as MC, I must know more about embarrassing you than anybody." she thought a second, then carried on, "Basically, humiliation is the key. Especially when you get the girl to do it to themselves." Somewhere in the back of her mind everything Sammy had learned recently must have told her that would be happening, but hearing her mother state it so plainly brought it into sharp relief. The worst bit was, it made sense. Just standing there screaming as her body was cut up wouldn't be that entertaining. She wanted to impress, if this was what it took to put on a good snuff show, that's what she needed to do. "And you'll be doing all that with me?", "Of course. I aim to have you crying before there's a mark on you." "You will be marking me though?" Sammy blushed at the silliness of this question, but her mother appeared not to notice and answered it quite seriously. "Don't worry darling, there'll be plenty of agony for you. I'll be breaking up that lovely young body bit by screaming bit." Debbie glanced at her daughter. "And you won't be doing that." It took a second to realise what her mother meant. Sammy might not like humiliation, but the thought of extreme pain was somehow different. Now, unbidden, her mother's words had sent her hand creeping into her snatch. "Sorry mum." Sammy closed her legs and hung her head. "I didn't even realise I was doing it." "And after I told you that was going to be my job from now on." her mother chastised her gently. "You'd better open your legs again and let me get at that over-eager pussy." Lying on the spare bed, alone with her mother, spreading her thighs, seemed to Sammy like the first real move in becoming the star of her own snuff show. It was horribly awkward, but her body again responded quickly to an expert touch. "Just imagine what I'll be doing." Debbie started saying, her fingers feeling her daughter near climax. "Making you scream as I rip open your tender young flesh." Sammy gasped and panted in a wave of pleasure. "Of course." Debbie continued, as her daughter subsided. "You'll probably be weeping in mortification as well. That greedy snatch of yours being leered at by everybody." Sammy scrunched herself up, involuntarily trying to hide her greedy snatch away. She might be horribly nervous at the thought of doing it, but she was really getting an insight into why her mother's shows had been so popular. "Will I be getting any fun at the party?" she asked anxiously. "Or will you be leading me in naked on a dog chain or something?" "You'll have plenty of time to say hello to everyone." her mother reassured her. "Your father's not expected until the party's well under way." "So the show won't start until he arrives?" "I didn't say that." her mother stopped reassuring her. "It'll just be good for everyone to see you as a sweet young girl at a party, add a little something to when the show starts." "How will I know when we've started?" "You'll know when we've started, I have a tone of voice that always used to get the crowds going." "What does that sound like then?" Sammy asked innocently. "Don't worry." her mother replied, with an evil little grin. "You'll know it when you hear it." . **** "Oh shit!" Sammy's moan was half shame, half pleasure, as her mother's fingers brought her to yet another climax. Her mother got up quickly. Casually wiping her hand on a handkerchief, she spoke briskly to Sammy, still panting on the bed, "Now don't just lie there. I've put out your party clothes, you need to get dressed before we're late." "What underwear should I wear?" Sammy shouted through to her mother. There was none laid out with the party clothes and she wanted to get every bit of her dress right. After all, everyone was going to see it at some point this evening. "You're not wearing any." was the dismaying response. "Just the blouse, skirt and shoes." "Not even a bra?" she shouted back hopefully. "No!" there was a finality in her mother's voice. Sammy surrendered to the inevitable and clambered into the flimsy pleated skirt and plain, white, cotton blouse. More or less decently covered, but feeling almost naked. Only the shoes, shiny-smart and with a low heel, didn't disconcert her. She pulled her soft brown hair back into a single, neat ponytail, ensuring an unobstructed view of her face. "I'm jiggling horribly." Sammy complained as she came downstairs, holding her boobs. "Of course you are darling." was her mother's blunt response. "And, just think, one unfortunate gust of wind as we walk to the club and you could be flashing anyone passing in the street." It was true, the unusual feeling of cool air wafting over her unprotected pussy was definitely making her feel vulnerable. "I thought we weren't starting until after we've got to the party?" "We're not, unless there's an accident. Apart from a bit of extra jiggle, no one will know. It's a question of getting you in the right frame of mind. Leaving you susceptible to a bit of a breeze, or a bursting button, should help a lot." This made Sammy examine what her mother had chosen to wear herself. Debbie's costume was almost a parody of her daughter's. A snug, but not too tight, blouse with a high frilly collar, a heavy, rich, red velvet skirt shielding her legs. The only suggestion of anything improper was a flash of fishnet around her ankles and short, stiletto-heeled boots. Her hair too aped Sammy's, the ponytail twisted into a tight bun and pinned up. There was quite a risk of an 'accident' to Sammy's party clothes. The light, pleated skirt seemed to rise up in even the slightest draft. The blouse material might be thick enough for decency, but it had felt rather tight when she put it on. Now, as each movement stirred her abundant bosoms, it felt like it was straining at the seams, ready to split on every next step. Debbie knew her daughter. By the time they'd made the short walk to the club, Sammy was looking far from relaxed. Already just a little bit broken, as her mother had promised her she would be. ------------------------- Chapter Five - Willkommen ------------------------- There wasn't much relief for the girl on reaching the club. Sammy had hoped to slip in and nip to the loos for a bit of adjustment to her dress. That didn't happen. Her entrance was greeted with a cheer, and she was instantly surrounded by an excited gaggle. "Hi Sam." It was Alicia, usually such a welcome sight, but now looking quite eager and breathless, almost hungry. Checking out Sammy's simple dress, her friend smiled as she said, "Looking forward to seeing you stripped of those drab clothes." Before Sammy could get in a reply to her friend's hopeful comment, Alicia was jostled out of the way by the large frame of her Uncle Roy, swooping in with one of his crushing hugs. "There's my little Sammy. I can't wait to get a good view of you in the buff." "Roy! Get off the poor girl!" Auntie Joy, always proper, and always struggling to control her exuberant husband. "Sorry Alicia, he always gets a bit over-excited at a snuff show. Not that I can blame him, that top looks ready to go at any moment." She was saved the awkwardness of having to answer this most unusual comment by two boys from her class, both dragging her into an, unnecessarily close, hug. Uncomfortable in its own way, but better than discussing her chest with Auntie Joy. It didn't seem to stop. Everyone apparently wanted a chance to be close to her, most insisting on a hug. Obscure relatives she barely knew, so many half- recognised friends of her parents, schoolmates (and school-not-so-mates), all wanted a chance to paw her and pass comment on her body. While an extrovert would have welcomed this tidal wave of attention, Sammy just found it daunting. **** Two hours later, and Sammy was looking quite dishevelled. She'd managed to get a drink, even if it was only water, but she'd had no chance to adjust her dress and hair. Her blouse was getting quite grey from so many sweaty hands, and her hair was coming loose in great strands from her ponytail. To add to her discomfort, she was getting rather anxious to find the loo, if only there was an opening to politely get away. It was with relief that she spotted Miss Corby coming in. Sammy took the chance to wriggle away from her admirers and say hello. At least she could get a break from the constant gawking by talking to her teacher. Miss Corby had always been the most considerate person she knew. "My favourite little tramp, wonderful!" Before she could respond to this surprising greeting, Sammy found her skirt lifted up and her teacher's hand making its own way between her legs this time, probing roughly into her pussy. "Miss Corby!" she said, aghast, trying to push down her skirt - and the hand out - before everyone noticed. She'd been so pleased to have kept everything hidden up to now. "Come on, Sammy." Miss Corby responded, not lowering her voice at all as she resisted the girl's efforts. "Everyone should have a chance with that juicy cunt of yours." "Miss!" Sammy whispered in alarm. "What are you doing?" "Just a little suggestion of your mother's." her teacher replied cheerfully. "We had a lovely long chat the other day. She was a bit worried, but I managed to reassure her I'd be delighted to go along with her plans. Little me, getting to help degrade and snuff my favourite pupil, turn her from a sweet girl into the screaming slag she really wants to be." Sammy turned bright red, part shock, part embarrassment, at this brutal announcement of the evening's program, to the obvious amusement of those around her who were listening. She might have agreed to this present for her father, but that certainly didn't stop finding the demeaning details shameful. "What's going on here?" her mother's voice came from behind her. Miss Corby looked up, smiling. "I was just groping this slapper, but it's almost like she's trying to resist." "Well, that won't do." her mother's reply sounded rehearsed, what had the two women been planning? Debbie went on, in her strictest 'Do what I say' tone, "Sammy, this attitude isn't acceptable. Didn't I bring you up to behave better than this? I think as punishment you'd better shout out 'I'm a sad excuse for a whore. Come and get a feel of my stupid virgin cunt.'." "Mum!" Sammy protested, horrified. "Do it now." Her mother spoke in a fierce, firm voice she'd never heard before. This must be the one she'd used in her days at the Charnel House, and that must mean her performance had started. This was it, Sammy swallowed hard, and tried to suppress the quaver in her voice. "I'm a sad excuse for a whore. Come and get a feel of my stupid virgin cunt." Now she stood, tears of embarrassment running down, as everyone seemed to take her up on her offer. It wasn't just the myriad of hands, probing her intimately and fondling her from feet to face, lingering around her tits and arse, it was also the graphically obscene comments that were whispered into her ear. Debbie watched her daughter's tears start to flow, rather pleased with the success of her little warm-up scene. Satisfied, she walked across to the greet the latest arrivals, some of her best friends. "Hi Tracy. I'm so glad you could make it to our little show." "Don't pull that 'little show' crap on me, Deb." Tracy was smiling broadly, she'd known Debbie since school. "I was a regular at the Charnel House, remember? Watching your shows used to get me so hot. Did you know I was going to volunteer before you got knocked up again and went and retired?" Debbie had always avoided discussing her show days, worried she'd be tempted back. This news from Tracy came as a revelation. "Tracy! I wish I'd known. Remembering that svelte little figure you used to have I might just have been tempted back for one last go. You're still not looking bad, do you want to volunteer as a stand in if things go wrong with Sammy?" "If I still looked like I did then." Tracy said regretfully, poking at her flabby stomach. "I think I'm a bit past it now." "We've all got a bit like that." Debbie sympathised. "Never mind, with all your kids you'll probably get a chance like I have with Sammy." "I wanted to ask you about Sammy." it was Donna, Alicia's mother, and another pal from the Charnel House days. "She's always struck me as pretty shy. Does she know what she's letting herself in for with you? I don't think anybody could forget seeing you break a girl." "I think you'll be impressed." was Sammy's mother's proud response. "She might not have known when she volunteered, but she hasn't backed out, even after learning quite a bit about my old job." "I'm guessing you haven't told her everything." Tracy gave a knowing smile. "Not too much, no. Just enough to make sure she wasn't going to change her mind." The two women grinned at each other. "Hold on to that thought." Donna had been watching Sammy over her mother's shoulder. "It looks like your daughter's pissing herself." She was. Sammy had been pretty anxious for a pee anyway, and now, unable to escape as so many hands poked, prodded and groped her, her bladder had finally given way. Standing there, head down as a warm stream of shame gushed between her legs, she reddened beautifully to the laughter. **** "Mum, can I go and change? I couldn't hold it in, and now my skirt and shoes are soaking." Sammy had managed to get over to where her mother was still giggling in a group with her old friends. Debbie turned sharply on her daughter. "Of course not. You're not to leave the room now, your father will be here at any minute. If you choose to spray yourself with stinking piss, you'll have to put up with it." As Sammy moved tearfully off, Donna lent over to try for a confidential word with Debbie - not really possible with her strident voice. "Don't try and look innocent Deb. How many showgirls did I see walking round with damp patches back at the club. First you laced their drinks, then you used it as an excuse to super-glue their piss-holes shut." Debbie didn't try to deny it, just said, "I thought about it, but decided against the super-glue. It was original back then, but everybody's doing it now." Sammy had only got a few steps and heard every word of this exchange. After being expected to lick clean every hand that had become damp from her piss, she almost turned round and asked to be super-glued shut. Could the pain of a swollen bladder be worse than wetting herself? If she'd been dosed with diuretics, how long this time before she had to piss again? Then she realised what would happen if her mother said yes - she couldn't face begging to show her pussy in public. Luckily a distraction came. Frantic signs from Eve at the door indicated her father was just coming in. With everyone's attention diverted, Sammy slipped away to lean, concealed from her father's view, against a wall. **** Things were going well. Sammy's father had been delighted to discover a quiet drink at the club with a couple of mates was actually a massive surprise party in his honour. Drink in hand, he moved round the room greeting all the guests. If he looked a little bemused as well, that wasn't so surprising. Despite the guest of honour having arrived, there was still an expectant air in the room. "Hello love." he said, finally getting close to his wife. "This is great. Did you organise all this for me?" "Not just me. The girls helped a lot, especially Sammy." "Where is Sammy? I've seen loads of her friends, but not a sign of her." "She's around somewhere. She's probably just keeping out of your way after not having given you a present this morning." Sammy's father looked quite distressed, "Oh I do hope not, but that would be just like her. I'm really not bothered if she didn't get me a present. I'd better go and find her." That was unfortunate, when Debbie had last seen her daughter she'd been in no condition to hide what she was planning to do. She quickly signalled, and a diversion in the form of a flaming cake, carried in to riotous singing from the assembled throng, took his mind off the whereabouts of his eldest daughter. Sammy, for the moment forgotten, watched the cake brought in with some trepidation. She knew this was her cue, and her brain whirled with conflicting emotions. About to give her father the best present he was ever likely to get, she was ecstatic. About to expose the part of herself to be despoiled before all these people, she was terrified. As the singing died away she steeled herself, and wound through the crowd to where her parents were standing. "There you are Sammy. I was wondering where you'd got to." As she came closer, the extent of her dishevelled state apparent, her father asked in wonder, "What on earth's happened to you? I'm not that bothered about no present. You didn't have to actually beat yourself up." It was a perfect cue, Sammy stood before her father and announced, in as firm a voice as she could manage, "I have got a present for your dad. Watch." ------------------------ Chapter Six - Unwrapping ------------------------ Without another word Sammy climbed on the stage and faced her audience, arms upraised. Her father watched, mouth fallen open, as his wife climbed up to begin cuffing their still smiling daughter's wrists and ankles to chains in the ceiling and floor. In just a few seconds Sammy was locked in place, legs and arms spread wide. Debbie produced a knife and looked to her husband, "Would you like to open your present, or watch it being opened for you?" Still unable to speak, he managed to wave a hand at his wife to continue. Standing behind her daughter, Debbie brought the hand holding the knife around in front of Sammy's face. Her face lit up in anticipation as she paused to whisper, "Right you pathetic slag of a daughter. Time to show off that ugly, fat body, I reckon everyone could do with a laugh." It wasn't as if she hadn't been prepared, but her mother's voice still had its intended effect. The shock of these intentionally brutal words brought on the few tears, blurring out the sea of faces. There was an expectant silence from the guests as they all stared at Sammy, breathlessly waiting to see her completely degraded. Then there was a brief ripple of giggling, as she pointlessly tried to hide her sex by crossing her legs as her skirt was cut away. The pretty young girl now stood, tethered and naked, before the assembled throng. The familiar faces somehow even worse than being exhibited before strangers. Legs spread uncomfortably wide, she could almost feel the intense stares burning her exposed pussy. The position had been chosen well, even her thick growth of pubes was no protection. Debbie leaned in and whispered a few words of instruction to her shackled daughter. Then stood back to address her in a more penetrating voice, audible across the room. "Tell your daddy a bit about yourself." This wasn't going to be fun for her, but Sammy could see the enthusiastic look on her father's face. This was her moment. Red-faced, she cried out, "I'm a fat whore, flashing my filthy virgin cunt. Treat me like the cheap piece of meat I am." "Virgin cunt?!" her father actually clapped his hands together with delight. "Thank you Sammy, this is the best present ever." She'd been released from her bonds, but, already so shamed, Sammy just stood there, not even trying to cover herself. Meanwhile, there was a brief flurry of activity on the stage behind her as a high stool was put in place. "Time for a little family fun. Would this hussy's father and sister like to come up?" Sammy's father positively charged up on stage, still dressed as he usually did for work. Eve, as she pushed through the audience, grinning wildly, was not in her everyday clothes. While the basque and stockings weren't that unusual - although usually hidden when around their parents - the large dildo strapped to her crotch was not standard attire. As she was roughly turned around and bent over the stool, Sammy could see herself in the mirrors that had been uncovered along the back of the stage. Observing herself stark naked, with an expectant crowd all staring behind her, made her exposure that much worse. Without a word, obviously in on the plan, Eve walked round to push the strap-on into her sister's face, now bent to a convenient height. With such an obvious move, even Sammy didn't need telling what to do, and she opened her mouth to admit the stiff rubber pole. Eve quickly grabbed the back of her head and forced Sammy's head down hard on to the dildo. Choking and spluttering, Eve's naked older sister gagged around it. "About time you had the joys of a cock." Eve told her, getting into the spirit of the evening. "Let's see if I can make you puke." Before that could happen, the girls' mother stopped them, "Eve! No more playing with your sister, time you found out if she's a virgin everywhere." Looking up into the mirror's, Sammy could see Eve moving round behind her, the grin on her sister's face now looking as though it might actually split it. Then she felt the head of the dildo push between her arse cheeks and come to rest against a tightly clenched sphincter. At this point that Sammy realised the ingenious cruelty of the mirrors. While everyone watched her virgin rectum take its first buggering, they would also see the shock and pain that was bound to be shown in her face. Even lubricated with her sister's own mucus, Eve grunted with effort as she forced the hard rubber into the resisting arsehole. At last she succeeded, and over half a foot drove into her sister's bowels. Sammy shrieked for the first time, somehow managing to clung onto the stool. Trying to ignore the sight of everyone clapping and cheering, she let her untested body be violated. The sodomy was short but severe. With a slap to her arse cheek, Eve pulled out and turned to the audience. Sammy nearly collapsed with shame when she heard her sister shout out, "How disgusting. The filthy whore's smeared her shit all over my strap-on." Could it get worse? Yes it could. Sammy heard her Aunt Judy holler, "Get her to clean it." Bizarrely, it seemed more worrying when her mother's response was, "Not just now. I think it's her father's turn. Let's find out if she really is a true virgin." The buggering, while pretty painful, wasn't going to feel quite as shamefully intimate as the next bit would be, Sammy realised. At least her bottom had had things passing through it before, even if only in the other direction. Now her pussy was going to be broken open for the first time, and by her father! Her public deflowering really was going to be a family occasion. A smirking Eve had knelt down to pull out her father's penis, and was now briskly sucking it to a rock-hard erection. Sammy looked on, impressed by her sister's lack of inhibition - and increasingly worried as her dad's cock swelled to positively monstrous proportions. Debbie got in on the family occasion, gently stroking her daughter's face as she said, as much for the benefit of the audience as Sammy, "Yes darling, your daddy's love-truncheon is huge. Still, I expect a desperate slapper like you will welcome it, even when it leaves you torn and bloody." Taking this as a signal, her father pulled out of Eve's mouth and, beaming proudly, stepped up behind his eldest daughter and carefully positioned himself for the first thrust. This was why she'd volunteered. Sammy raised her head up and looked up into the mirror, straight into her father's eyes as they were reflected in the glass, anxious he should see every flicker of pain as he despoiled her. With the first thrust, the first howl, a cheer went up. It was hard, but Sammy kept her head up, seeing the ecstasy on her father's face as he saw the hurt on hers from the damage he was doing as he pounded into her newly breached love-hole. The pain, as she was so brutally opened up, her maidenhead torn apart, was everything she'd expected. She hadn't realised, though, as the relentless pounding continued, the hurt she'd feel, deep inside, as her dad's massive cock left her guts bruised and broken. Sammy's father was looking so happy. It was an unexpected disappointment to her as he shuddered through an orgasm, finally pulling out of her broken twat. She even managed, as her moans subsided, a breathless, "Thanks dad." Any sign of pleasure was a cue for Sammy's mother. Debbie grabbed her daughter's ponytail and yanked the girl's head up hard, drawing a gasp of pain. Then she whispered angrily - for effect as she was heard around the room, "You worthless cunt. Thank your father properly for deigning to fuck your filthy carcass." She wanted to put on a good show, but the humiliation was terrible, especially when a group of boys from her class chose this moment to start sniggering. Stumbling over her words, Sammy only managed to say, "Thank you daddy for fucking my worthless cunt." "Wrong." responded her mother, giving a slap that pushed Sammy off the stool and onto the floor. "I think we should have something extra, to remind you to get things right." Debbie turned to her husband, a happy little smile of reminiscence on her face. "Do you remember that club we went to on holiday in Burgh?" Her husband nodded enthusiastically, memory putting a matching smile on his face. "Do you fancy helping with a little re-creation?" Her head still ringing from the slap, Sammy felt herself dragged until her bottom reach the edge of the stage. Then her legs were raised up and held apart. She winced as she felt a parental foot press down hard on each arm. "Ladies and gentlemen." her mother announced. "A little impromptu audience participation. Who feels like having a go at fisting my skank of a daughter?" Lots of people did. Sammy wasn't surprised by the eager queue of boys in her class, what did surprise was the way all her older female relatives were pushing the boys aside to get a first go. All she could do, trapped on the floor, was riddle and scream, as her, so recently virgin, pussy was repeatedly, brutally violated by a succession of thrusting hands. By the time it was over she knew her snatch was wrecked, she could feel the blood running between her legs. "It's a good job you won't be needing that cunt again." Debbie was looking with exaggerated disdain between her daughter's legs. "All your insides must be torn, and I reckon those fingernails have ripped the lining apart." No time for a respite, Sammy was dragged up, wincing, her back to the audience. Not that this helped much, she could still see all those eyes gawking at her in the mirrors "Look at that fat, flabby backside. Let's get it sat down, before we all puke." Confused and shamed, Sammy didn't even notice what she was sitting on. Debbie knew her daughter's bottom was the girl's least favourite feature. She also knew it was probably Sammy's best feature, how many boys must have wanked at the memory of the gorgeous peachy globes? Now she intended to provide an even better reason for them to jack off to its memory. "Stay sitting and grab those handles. We'll soon get rid of that lard-arse." Sammy grabbed the handles without thinking. It took the sound of a motor whirring into life before she looked to see what she was sitting on. To one side a great metal disc was spinning up, flat to the seat of the chair. Only as her mother started sliding it did she realise what she was looking at, a bacon slicer. "Hold tight pig, or I'll just stab you now." Sammy almost let go at this, the humiliation was so intense. But she wasn't that kind of girl, and clung on hard, forcing her rump into the path of the blade. The audience watched in delight. Sammy's magnificent tits swung beautifully as she thrashed and shrieked. They were impressed as well by Harry she managed to hang on as slice after bloody slice was cut from her. The noise of the motor stopped. Sammy sagged, not trying to move, she had to be too damaged after that to stand ever again anyway. Her mother was walking over to her. Just for a second Sammy expected to be congratulated for holding on so well. She wasn't. "You dumb ugly sow." was her mother's piercing comment, swinging another jaw-breaking backhand across her daughter's face. As Sammy slipped sideways, her fall was halted and she was yanked upright by her nipples, both held in a vice-like grip. "So pathetically desperate you'll even hang on as your own arse is sliced off." Sammy looked up into her mother's eyes, and received just the ghost of a wink in return. Somehow this just made things feel odder. Her mother had always been so gentle and playful. Seeing that in the woman abusing her so successfully felt very weird. **** "Beg me to gut you like the rotten pig you are." Strapped to a board, tilted just enough to leave her face visible to her audience, Sammy had seen the knife in her mother's hand. The sight had made her take one last look at her ample bosom. This was not what she'd expected to hear. Gutting! Was she going to be snuffed with her tits intact? But she'd volunteered. Now, however confusing, she needed to follow it through. "Please gut me mummy." Sammy thought she'd finished, but another backhand told her she was wrong. She forced out the rest of the line, "Like the rotten little pig that I am." "Squeal then, piggy." She did squeal and and then she squealed again, but louder. With exquisite slowness Debbie eased the knife into the soft young flesh of her daughter's midriff. With unhurried care she drew it across the width of the pristine white skin, leaving a scarlet line behind it. Held securely, Sammy could barely thrash in her agony. "Look how disgusting you are, you putrid tramp." Now her mother was digging into her lacerated stomach, wrenching out handfuls of her own intestines to shake in her face, before dropping them casually to the floor. Then the knife was back, this time with a blowtorch, slicing and cauterising her guts. The audience was standing, transfixed and gasping, at the skill being displayed. Sammy might be too tormented to realise, but they could see what was happening. In a few short moments the young girl's belly was just a burnt empty cavity. It was hard for the keening girl to understand how she was still alive. Her eventual fate might be sealed beyond all hope, but she was destined to be her mother's degraded plaything for quite some time yet. Debbie whistle cheerfully as she roughly sewed her daughter shut. Then she tilted the girl flat before straightening up to look round the room, searching for what she needed next. "Get up here Eve. Let's see if you've got something for your sister." Eve positively bounded back up onto the stage, her happy grin not a good sign in Sammy's eyes. She'd rid herself of the strap-on, but didn't seem to have found anything to replace it. There was still a reminder of a cock in her crotch, the cheeky tramp had shaved her pubes into the shape of one, its balls surrounding a clit so engorged its tip poked above the hair. Debbie bent down until her eldest daughter could feel warm breath on her cheek. "Right, slut! Your sister is going to very kind and feed you with the only thing a whore like you deserves. Make sure you eat it all, or I'll just throw you on the garbage heap now." She didn't think her mother meant it, but she wasn't about to take the chance. Whatever it was, she was determined eat it all. When Eve stood over her and squatted down, Sammy realised with disgust what the 'food' would be, but still opened her mouth wide, to the delight of everyone watching. Eve showed no shame. Back to the audience, she spread her cheeks wide so everyone could see her puckered hole expand as the turd pushed out. Giggling, as it landed in her sister's mouth, she whispered to Sammy, "Nothing but fish and pork for two days, that should be properly stinky." Rolling her eyes up at the stench, Eve had definitely been right, she could see the front row filled with the sniggering faces of her schoolmates. At side of the stage, watching intently, was Miss Corby. Sammy's humiliation felt complete, her idol was seeing her gag on her own sister's shit for the entertainment of these laughing teenagers. It was hard, but Sammy managed to force down the last of Eve's putrid offering. Repeated retching brought an additional agony, as the severed end of her food-pipe twisted and tore against her diaphragm. If she'd still had a stomach, Sammy was sure she'd have vomited it empty by now. Then, to her horror, her mother announced, "Anyone else for a turn?" Arsehole after stinking arsehole had been pushed into her face. Some behind dicks, some behind muffs, all delivering their foul contents into her mouth. Fat Jason from school had been particularly bad, her grandma's decaying arse even worse. Even when the last stinking mouthful had been swallowed, Sammy still at the thought of what she now contained. Painfully lifting her head a little, she could see her bloated belly rising above oddly still undamaged tits, the stitches in it stretched. That warm full feeling was, not her own organs, but the rotten contents of uncounted bowels. Caught up in her own wretched condition, Sammy didn't notice another straining hole until its shadow fell across her face. She looked up to see an opening sphincter behind a pussy so moist it was actually dripping. Sammy had tried to avoid looking at faces as the constant succession of arseholes descended on her, but now she couldn't help twisting to see who found demeaning her so very exciting. It seemed unbelievable, she was staring up at Alicia! Her friend's face was trying to look awkward, but the glow of pleasure kept breaking through. This was her best friend getting off on shitting into her mouth! "Mmph nme nwf?" Sammy complained, her mouth stuffed full of dung. Sammy found her friend's reply oddly cheerful, given how disgustingly she was being treated by her. Alicia might usually have got the sense of Sammy's muffled utterance, but was now far too charged to sympathise. "This is just so exciting, Sam." she chattered happily, as though they'd met up for a gossip on the way home. "I've been thinking about this show ever since you told me, and it's still managed to be even more extreme than I could imagine. It's weird, but knowing how much you hate all this is driving me wild" Her bowels emptied, Alicia casually stood up and stepped away, leaving her friend to force down the last of their foetid contents. As her mother left the stage, Sammy saw the woman smile at Alicia and pull her in for a hug. Had her mother arranged for everyone she liked to publicly humiliate her? For Sammy, who'd never experienced the pleasure of watching a snuff show, it felt strange that her mental agony was pleasing a crowded roomful of people. Alicia's was definitely the last sphincter to disgorged its contents. Feeding time over, Sammy's mother strolled back into the centre of the stage. "Thank you everyone. Let's just hope Sammy's greed is satisfied, she's certainly looking fat enough now." "If you ask me, that girl is full of shit." some wit cried out from the back, generating a ripple of laughter. Another ignominy, almost driving out the stench that clogged her nostrils. "You could be right." Debbie responded. "The little pigs been gobbling away like a pro. Let's hang her up and take a look. Then I've an idea for another fun game we can all play." For a moment Sammy almost hoped hanging her up would be by the neck, even if it did cut short her performance. Then she realised another fun game with her would hardly be much fun if she'd already been snuffed. Seeing a pair of thick iron hooks in her mother's hands, she knew she was right. Her mother's question sounded so innocent, "Shall we have a fun game then, Sammy?" Sammy didn't know what was coming, just it would hurt and humiliate. She nodded her head. "Just hold out your boobies for me, there's a love." Sammy cupped her hands around her boobs and pushed them out. Looking down at the smooth, soft mounds rising above her distorted and torn stomach, they looked so perfect. "Are you a dumb cunt Sammy?" A nod. "Would you like me to hang you by those big boobies?" She could see the excited faces peering at her. Sammy forced out another nod. Her nails drew blood from her tits as she clung tightly to them, impelling them into the path of her mother's torment. Her mother drew blood from them too, as she drove the solid iron right into the core of each mammary. It seemed almost impossible, as she was lifted into the air, that her breasts weren't just torn right off. Obscenely stretched upwards in front of her face, she could see the pale skin stretched drum-tight and her tit meat being squeezed out of the gash where the hook passed through. Sammy gasped and grunted in pain, her hands struggling for purchase on the greased chain that ran to the ceiling. "Stop trying to avoid your suffering, you worthless little shit!" her mother's words were accompanied by a crashing pain in her shins, sending her swinging. That made her scream even louder as she felt, and saw, her tits rip open a little more. "Get your hands behind your back!" She desperately wanted to grab at the chain, try and relieve the unnatural strain that was ripping at her torso. She didn't, she forced her hands behind her back, fists balled tight to control herself. It really was a relief when she felt the handcuffs close over her wrists. "Okay everyone." Debbie was addressing the audience again, "Another chance for you all to join in. A little game called ' Pin the Weight '. Eve's got the box of weights, one each. The last person to pin one before dumbo's flabby tits rip gets a bottle of champagne." One of her cousins won. Sammy's tits had stretched so far she could nearly touch the floor anyway, breasts wrenched open as the hooks had ripped so slowly through them. There was a snap, then thick wet slapping as slices of torn flesh, released from their immense tension, hit her with quite some force. For a moment she balanced silently upright, but there were no muscles left for support and she collapsed howling on the floor. "Get those weights off your sister would you. Eve. We need to pick the lazy slag up. The fat cow's heavy enough without adding to it." Eve took to pulling the weights free with a brutal carelessness, ripping out the thin hooks with abandon. By the time she was done her sister's legs were a mass of nasty little cuts. Really getting into it, as she'd helped drag Sammy up and tie her onto a chair, Eve had taken the opportunity to spit in her sister's eye. Given Sammy's face was still smeared with every shade of shit, it shouldn't have been that bad, but, somehow, this intimate and clearly impromptu gesture from her sister felt particularly demeaning. Now her mother turned to 'chat' with the audience. "This cunt's so stupid she wants pleasuring even now. Let's get her secret teenage crush to do the honours." ------------------------------------ Chapter Seven - Crushed with a Crush ------------------------------------ How did mum know, thought Sammy. It was Miss Corby approaching and parting her legs! Even in her agony, she cringed as her secret fantasy was played out in front of a laughing crowd. She tried to resist as she felt a tongue probing her clitoris, but her body betrayed her. The orgasmic wave of pleasure hit like a train, and vanished even faster, letting the pain and sounds of hurtful laughter flood back in. "See, she's such a slut she still wants a fuck even now. A little correction from her teacher I think Miss Corby." Her teacher's beautiful face rose into her view, blood and mucus dribbling from chin, with a wicked little smile playing across it. So like Sammy's fantasy the confused girl half expected a kiss from those damp lips. Staring into Miss Corby's eyes, Sammy didn't even notice the fist until it connected with her jaw, sending her head flying sideways. Everyone must have seen her face change from hope to shock. A gale of laughter swept round the room. She knew it was silly of her to have expected anything else, but Miss Corby had always been so nice and friendly. This was the first person who had given her an orgasm. Now Miss Corby was leaning in to whisper to her, and not a stage one this time. It was a genuinely intimate moment between the two of them. "I know you're hurt Sammy. You wouldn't believe the pleasure that's giving me. I'm going to be wanking myself stupid tonight over the thought of how I smashed your sweet young face to pulp." Somehow, that made it better. She almost managed to ignore the bursts of derisive laughter as she lifted up her face and let her idol beat it bloody, bruised, and almost unrecognisable. She might have been a snivelling mess, but she couldn't resist. Her mother and sister were coming back, both carrying bolt-cutters. It was Eve, with a wicked little grin, who let her know what was coming next. "Mum says no more nasty self-pleasuring for you. Not like you used to, thinking of Miss Corby. So we're going to take those naughty little fingers off." Despite her battering, she was stung by the sniggers from the audience. Whatever Sammy's muffled response was though, made unintelligible by a swollen and bloody mouth, it was lost in her wails as her hands were methodically denuded. Her body hadn't tried to resist the mutilation, she wasn't sure it had the strength left. Given no time to recover, her severed fingers left where they had fallen, Sammy was dragged upright, still howling in pain. Debbie and Eve showed no mercy to the suffering girl as they roughly clamped her back into the restraints where her torture had begun in. It was a very different girl who now hung in the chains from the sweet young thing who had so willingly stood in them barely two hours before. She couldn't stand now, the destruction of her arse had ensured that. Her smooth, plump flesh had been nearly perfect, now it was utterly desecrated. An ugly line of stitching ran across her bloated belly. Her glorious, tender breasts had been ripped into dangling shreds, her delicate fingers reduced to a set of bloody stumps. Then her face, swollen, bruised and bloody, eyes black and teeth missing, was a testament to the sustained viciousness of Miss Corby's attack. "Miss Corby, if you'd like to come up here. You look like you need to cum, and I think somebody here is longing to help you." Sammy was confused, but hopeful. How was she going to take this woman to ecstasy? Her tongue was swollen inside her mouth, she didn't have fingers left to search out the hallowed ground between those milk-white thighs. She could only look on in wonder, desperate not to let her physical torment overwhelm her. Miss Corby was wearing a little black dress, the perfect accompaniment to her waves of long blonde hair and pale skin. There was more than one whistle as she slipped it off to reveal nothing underneath. Even in her near- destroyed state, Sammy practically drooled at the site. The slim, well-toned, body, the pert little bum, the trim blond patch on her crotch and just a perfect handful for each breast. Now that full mouth, with its succulent moist lips, uttered words that stabbed into Sammy like another knife, "Come here Eve, you lovely girl. Let's take each other to ecstasy as your fat skank of a sister gets to watch." Damaged beyond hope of repair, Sammy hadn't taken in the events playing out on the stage around her, but her audience had. There'd been tension as they saw hope rise in her, now they cracked, clapping and laughing, as dejection dropped onto her. Eve, her boots the only clothing left, practically leapt at the lovely naked blonde, and Miss Corby opened wide to the girl's lunging advances. In no time they were twisting tongues together as frantic hands played the other's sexual organ. Sammy was lost in her own world, her body ringing with the abuses it had been subjected to. Now the body she had dreamed of arousing was shagging in front of her, and with her own sister, making the tormented and crippled girl desperate. Sammy struggled as best she could in her chains, searching for some friction on her clit. She barely noticed the delighted reaction of her audience to her futile twisting, she didn't really take in anything until her mother's voice roared in her ear. "Trying to get pleasure for yourself!? You selfish cow!" She stopped writhing, partly from shock, but mostly from shame. After all, She was meant to be giving, not receiving. Her mother carried on, a little more quietly, grabbing the snips as she did so. "I think we forgot to take one more useless bit." As the snips pushed between her thighs, probing into her sex, Sammy, almost involuntarily pushed herself onto them. Shamed by her actions, she sought to bring more pleasure to her audience by having her own source of pleasure sliced out. She succeeded beyond her hopes. Debbie cut so slowly into her daughter's clit, almost nerve by nerve. Sammy had not felt pain like it, even gutting had not been so severe. She screamed, bucked and twisted, but the steady, slicing pressure was relentless. By the end of the second snip, as the bloody nub fell to the floor, she had no voice left to scream with. Red-faced and panting, wildly excited herself, Debbie sought out her husband. She smiled with relief when she spied him, an ecstatic look on his face and a substantial bulge in his groin. She reached out to pull him back onto the stage. Debbie released a single fastening, and the heavy velvet of her skirt dropped smoothly down her legs. She stood, facing the audience, her torso still decently covered, but from the waist down just a latticework of utterly revealing fishnet, her pussy not even having this pretence of a covering. She stood for a moment, to bask in the compliments and odd whistle that erupted. "Come on love." she encouraged, unnecessarily. "Time for you to experience a real woman as this diseased slapper breathes her last." As her husband came up, his generous male appendage now hard as granite, she turned and bent over a little, casually resting her fingers round Sammy's neck. This final tableau was a sight to lighten the heart of even the most jaded watcher. On the left, in profile, Sammy's father, thrusting in and out hard. Next to him, bent over in profile too, Sammy's mother, one end dressed full-slut, it's pussy getting thrashed, the other end happy and prim, its hands reaching out to gently start squeezing. Connected to these hands, face on to the audience, Sammy, broken, bloated, bloody and torn, tormented beyond screaming, but still keeping up a show no one, least of all her father, would forget. Finally, on the right, Sammy's sister and teacher, lost in ecstatic exploration of each other's body. No words now came from the stage, and not many from the spellbound audience. There was plenty of noise from the performers though. Struggling gasps from Sammy, as the fingers round her throat grew tighter, her face skilfully twisted to ensure she caught the sapphic sport at her side. Grunts from her father, as he pistoned harder and harder into his wife. Moans of increasing arousal from every performing female who expected to survive. With the skill born of much practice, Debbie came as her daughter went. Her crushing grip snuffing Sammy at the exact moment her pussy contracted hard around its bloated intruder, drawing a hot stream of cum into its welcoming embrace. As they left, everyone agreed it had been the perfect ending. Debbie's diabolical mind had not only provided her daughter with hours of suffering, but had also created for the star a last humiliating sight, her little sister getting to live out the fantasy Sammy had wanted for herself. -------- Epilogue -------- Debbie, urged on by Eve, went back to directing. Her first show starred Eve, who went out ecstatic in front of the largest audience the Charnel House had ever seen. Miss Corby had found her calling. For the school's summer fundraiser she snuffed six students in what, everyone agreed, was the most brutally violent way they'd seen in ages. Sammy's father never again had such an amazing birthday. Life had its compensations though, his wife had taken to using him when her shows required a hard cock or a strong pair of hands. ********THE*END******** (c)2013 Urquhart Devlin This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it's glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn't immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.