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



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Perfect Little Birthday Present
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by Urquhart Devlin



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Chapter One - Talking Points
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"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.



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Chapter Two - The Small Reveal
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"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."



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Chapter Three - Yes Miss
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"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."



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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.



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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."



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Chapter Six - Unwrapping
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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."


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Chapter Seven - Crushed with a Crush
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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.



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Epilogue
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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.