Author: Urquhart Devlin Title: TV Summary: An attempt to write a story in only dialogue, which I nearly managed. Very short, written in almost a single sitting. Read on to find out why Melanie’s unhappy with her daughter's choices.. Keywords: M F+ cons inc sad scat snuff tort ws ==== TV ==== by Urquhart Devlin "Mum, you know the rules. I volunteered and got chosen, that means you have to do it." Melanie Hopworth wasn't happy. She might love her daughter, but she didn't approve of her obsession with snuff, especially now Terry had won the chance to 'go' in her own TV special. "But why did you have to apply for 'Daughter Torture'? I've never wanted to snuff you, and you know that." "But that's what attracted me. Plus the incest aspect makes it extra kinky. You know dad'll be up for it. I rather fancy having you gut me while he's busy sodomising me with that big dick of his." "Terry!" Melanie was practically in tears. "Your dad might make a living on Snuff TV, but I'm sure he won't want to abuse his own daughter." "Oh, I don't know dear." Ron, who had just walked in, still wearing his overcoat, gave his eldest daughter a twinkly-eyed smile. "I rather fancy getting our little princess screaming. Those c-cups of hers will look lovely run through with skewers and cut open like figs." Terry might have started fondling her breasts at these words, but her mother looked horrified. "Ron! How can you say that! I don't want my daughter exposed on TV, and I don't want to be on there doing it to her either!" "Calm down dear." Ron said sternly. "Terry, which show have you applied for? And have you signed the contract yet?" "Of course I have dad, I knew if I told mum beforehand she'd find a way to stop me. Oh, and I'm going on 'Daughter Torture'." "Melanie, you're appearing in it." Ron said firmly. "The Daughter Torture production team are not going to let us off. Either we appear or they will have the body rights to the entire family." She knew he was right. Unless she wanted to see her entire family tortured to death, before she died screaming herself, there was no choice but to snuff Terry. **** "Come in, come in." the producer smiled as he ushered the family into his office. "Everyone grab a seat and we'll go through the show proposal your daughter submitted." Terry and Ron walked happily in, and sat down on a sofa next to the window in the spacious office. Melanie followed reluctantly, her face showing her distaste, and chose a low, hard, armless chair, as far from her daughter as she could manage. "Terry. Great to see you again, and these must be your parents, Ron and Melanie. Great to meet you." He shook their hands, Melanie's offered without enthusiasm. "Have you seen the script yet?" "No. My little tease has been keeping schtum on what she's planned." Ron grinned at his eldest. "Well, time to bring you all up to speed then." He handed them copies of the running order. "As you can see it's fairly straightforward. You bring Terry out, humiliate her, abuse her, torture her and then, when everyone's had a good time, snuff her." "Hang on a minute." Melanie, interrupted angrily. "It says here on page three I have to defecate into her mouth! I'm not doing that, I'm not having everyone see me taking a crap on TV." "Melanie, this isn't a choice." The producer spoke firmly but without malice. "We accepted your daughter's scenario and this is part of it. Look on the bright side, at least you're not the one who has to eat the shit." "Yes, but Terry will get off on it. For me it'll just be humiliating. I've never exposed my body to anyone except Ron." "Well, I'm afraid that won't be the case after this. If you look on the last page, you'll see Ron has to bugger you over Terry's mutilated corpse." "Oh yes!" Ron looked pleased, then read a little further. "Oh, and you'll be screaming what a slapper and filthy whore she was. I'm really rather looking forward to this." Melanie looked horrified, "Ron! I appreciate that you enjoy your job, but you know I've never wanted to get involved with it." "Look dear, you know the legal position. There's nothing we can do now except get on with it, we might as well enjoy ourselves." "That's okay for you, I've never wanted my body exposed to the nation." "Please everyone." the producer broke in. "Ron's right, it's too late to change anything now. The law's quite clear, even I can't back out of the contract now. Squabbling isn't going to help. My best advice is, if you can't actively enjoy it, just put on a brave face and get through it." **** So that's how Terry, Ron and a thunder-faced Melanie came to find themselves, a week later, in studio four at the TV studios, preparing to record the coming weeks edition of Daughter Torture. "This is my costume? A rubber wetsuit with cut-outs to expose all my private bits?" Melanie was still not reconciled to what her daughter had planned. "Did you read the script Mum?" "I couldn't. It was just too disgusting. After the crapping page I couldn't go on." "Oh great." Ron rolled his eyes. "Well you'd better read it now you silly woman. You're going to need to know what to do out there, unless you want us all to appear on 'Spike the Family'." "Oh god no!" Melanie started reluctantly disrobing. "I saw the Johnsons on that last week. None of them were looking happy about it." "Right. So get your beaver on display and get that script read." **** It was not an entirely happy family who emerged into the studio lights, the mother still trying to fruitlessly hide her exposed flesh from the cameras. "Melanie isn't it?" the director, who they'd briefly met, walked over to them. "Stop trying to hide love. When we start rolling everyone in here is going to see all you have in close-up anyway." "Hi James." Terry greeted him warmly. "Don't mind mum, she doesn't really want to be here. That's why I wrote all those lovely bits for her into the script, adds to the fun." "Good to know. We'll make sure to get plenty of close- ups on Melanie's face. Most mothers enjoy torturing their daughters, a reluctant performer will be quite a refreshing change." "Hi James." Ron held out his hand. "Ron, Terry's dad. I'm afraid I'm not a reluctant performer. My day job's as the wood on Snuff TV. Rather looking forward to banging my little Terry actually, her mother's never let me." "Snuff TV eh. That's a relief. In the script there's a section of choke fucking while you skewer her belly, I wasn't at all sure her father would be up to that, but if you work for them I'm guessing you won't have a problem." "Problem?! Not really. This morning I was banging this lovely little blond up the arse while sawing her arms off, now that was tricky. Anyway, by then Melanie will have broken Terry's jaw, so there shouldn't be any biting problems." "Thank you Ron. I have read the script now." Melanie cut in a little peevishly. "Smashing my daughters jaw with a hammer while you violate her is going to be practically pleasant compared to everything else I've got to do." "Oi, stop that love." barked the producer to Terry, whose hand had disappeared beneath the waistband of her skirt. "I don't want you played out before we've even started. Terry withdrew her hand only slightly guiltily, "Sorry, but this is really turning me on. Any chance we can get started?" "I think we'd better." he spoke into a radio. "Get the lights up and have the studios and cameras standing by. Tell the director I want to go in five." Turning back to the family, "We'll start shooting in five minutes. Keep an eye on the blue screens next to the monitors, the director will type any additional instructions on to them." "Did you hear that girls." Ron addressed his wife and daughter. "The monitors allow us to check how we're looking to the cameras and the other screens are for direction." Terry rolled her eyes just a little, "Dad! How many times have I been to work with you. If I don't know how it works by now I never will." here she paused and giggled. "Let's face it, I really never will." "Been to work with dad? I never let you do that!" "Mum, I've been sneaking off with dad for years. I saw my first live snuff when I was six. You may have been a bit blind, but dad saw what I was like." "Great, so this is all your fault Ron." "Melanie love, I found Terry was sneaking down to watch snuff when she was tiny. I'd had nearly ten years in the business by then, I knew there was nothing we could do to stop it. Anyway, I rather hoped for this day ever since I found out we'd got our first daughter, I'm just so proud that she decided to involve us." "And I suppose that's why she's in her old school uniform?" "Of course. Didn't you realise dad only kept his hands off me to keep you quiet? Tracey's dad's been doing her for years, and her mother actually. This is my way of repaying him. That's why I'll still be wearing it when you both first piss on me." "And that's another thing. I'm sloshing as I walk with all the water I've had to drink, and what those laxatives are doing doesn't bear repeating." "Just be glad you only have to hold out to page three. Dad's not complaining, and he doesn't get to shit until nearly the end." "Yes. And who has to lick his arse clean, then?" "Mum. You know I'd do it, but by then I won't even have a tongue." "Come on everyone." the director was back. "Assume your first positions, we're ready to start recording. Relax and enjoy it, just make sure the cameras can get a clear view." **** The camera panned out, moving from a peeking shot of Terry's white panties, visible as she bent over a kitchen table, to reveal the homely kitchen set that had been built in the studio. Melanie walked into shot, her trim bush and well-used breasts now on full display. "T-Terry." she stumbled a little over her lines "you're a filthy slut and I've decided it's time you were punished properly." Terry tried not to look too happy, watching her mother's face sour as she delivered her lines. "I have been a slut mummy. What are you going to do to me?" "Treat you the way such a filthy little cunt should be treated." Melanie's looks belied the words she could hardly get out. "Get on the table whore. I want you trussed up before your father gets home." **** "I'm ready for you, daddy. Mummy says you're to pull down my panties and punish me." ... "That's right, Ron. Making her scream as you beat those wicked titties."... ... "Mummy, you'll never get your whole arm in my little bottom." ... "She needs to eat shit, she's been a very bad little girl." ... "Say goodbye to your nipples, you little slut." ... "I have been bad, make me suffer more." ... "Slice into her, darling. I'll smother that pathetic howling with my cunt." ... "Punch her." ... "Kick her." ... "Drive it in deep." ... "Make the slapper shriek." ... "Feed her from that filthy arse till she chokes." ... "Smash them up, she's a useless piece of meat now." ... "Bugger me, darling. Rip into my arse. Make her last sight her mother's shitty ringpiece being pounded." ... "Fuck yes. You worthless little whore of a daughter, you're destroyed now." **** "Okay folks, we're done here." at James' words lights went out and cameramen lowered their equipment. "That was great everyone, I think we've got a winner." "I knew you'd get into it love." Ron wiped the blood and excrement from his wife's face. "I'm amazed how satisfying that was. If I'd known abusing Terry could feel that good, I'd have started years ago." "It's a pity you didn't, Terry would have loved it. Still.. too late to worry now. At least you came good in the end. I couldn't believe how you went at her with that hammer." "The script did say break her fingers you know." "Yes, but you smashed them to pulp. I'm not complaining though, I've never been so hard." "Don't I know it." Melanie was walking bow-legged and rubbing her bottom. "I didn't think I could come from anal until that final scene." "I reckon trash-talking, well screaming, at your daughter's corpse might've had something to do with it." "You could be right." her voice dropped to a half- ashamed whisper. "Ron, I want to do it again, is Janey into snuff?" "She's never mentioned it, I don't think so. But look, if you want more, why don't I see about some work at Snuff TV. I know they're casting for a matronly type for some recording next week." "Do you think I could get it?" "I don't see why not, especially after this week's Daughter Torture's been aired." Ron thought of something. "You would have start off by eating shit though. The show's called Subs Who Turn, you'd be the abused maid who snuffs her sadistic bitch of a mistress after one mouthful too many. Are you up for that?" Melanie smiled, "I am. I really want to Ron. I've just realised I'm up for anything." "Wow! You really have turned. Come on, darling, let's go home and practice." ********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.