Author: Urquhart Devlin
Title: The Contest
Summary: They're holding the ultimate contest in 
Melody's home town. She and Penny, her best friend, 
persuade their mothers to enter with them. After that, 
it's fun all the way.
Keywords: M M+ F F+ f f+ g cons inc ped sad scat snuff tort ws



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The Contest
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by Urquhart Devlin



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Chapter 1 - From Talk to Trials
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"Mum! Dad!" Melody burst into her house, excitedly 
waving a gaily coloured flyer. Her parents, Gina and 
Arthur, looked up, startled, wondering what all the fuss 
was about.

Melody, just fifteen, was a flame haired girl with 
pretty, tomboyish, looks and a body blossoming into 
womanhood. Just now her face was as scarlet as her hair, 
and she was panting heavily, whatever was on the flyer 
had evidently made her run home as fast as she could.

"Darling, what is it?" asked Arthur, he hadn't seen his 
daughter so excited since her fourth birthday party.

"You've got to see!" panted Melody, "They're holding it 
here again, and we've got to enter!"

Melody slammed the flyer on the table in front of her 
bemused parents, giving them their first chance to see 
what all the fuss was about.

Both Gina and Arthur smiled when they saw what had got 
their daughter so worked up. Emblazoned in bright orange 
across it were the words 'The Contest Is Coming To 
Bearton - Open To All Ages - Register Now.', below that, 
in only slightly smaller letters, were the words 'New 
Category Added'.

"And look what they've got this year." said Melody, 
anxiously turning the flyer over, "Look, there, look 
what the new category is, Mother & Daughter Teams. Mum, 
we've got to enter. Penny's going to ask her mother as 
well, if you say yes it'll be brilliant!"

Gina looked over at her husband. She'd never thought of 
entering before, but she knew Melody had always avidly 
watched it, practically since she could talk. Now she 
looked over at Arthur, trying to gauge his reaction to 
their daughter's appeal.

Arthur looked from Gina to Melody, a little smile on his 
face. He knew Melody wanted to compete, and had always 
wondered if he could persuade his wife to. Now he might 
be able see them perform together, a thought that he had 
to admit sounded fun. Gina, he suspected, would actually 
like to enter, but he knew she might want a little 
persuading. A moments thought and an idea occurred to 
him.

"You said Penny was going to see if her mother would 
enter with her? Gina, why don't you phone Suzy and see 
if she's agreed? After all she is your best friend, and 
with Penny being best friends with Melody as well, you 
could all enter together. I think you'd have a great 
time."

Arthur's words got Gina thinking, surprising even 
herself with how appealing the idea was. After only a 
moment, she reached a decision. "I'll give Suzy a call 
now. If she and Penny are in, then yes, we'll enter as 
well."

Arthur looked with pride at his wife. Her hair may have 
faded from the fiery ginger that her daughter still 
sported, and her body might be not quite so trim, with 
quite such flawless skin, but she was still utterly 
desirable. He hoped their entry would be successful, and 
that he got the chance to see his girls together on the 
contest stage.

When Gina came back from the phone she was looking 
cheerful, if a little nervous, "Suzy and Penny are in. 
They're going to the studios today to register, and I 
said we'd join them."

Melody positively skipped to her mother, and gave her a 
big hug. "Mum, that's brilliant! With all four of us 
taking part, this is going to be the best contest ever!"

****

"Melody! Gina! Over here, we've saved a place for you."

There was, already, quite a queue forming outside the 
studios. Several hundred women of all ages, many there 
with their daughters. Melody hoped most were registering 
their daughters for the fancy-dress category, otherwise 
the competition for mother and daughter teams was going 
to be intense. She was relieved that Penny and her 
mother had saved them a place quite near the front. In 
barely half an hour they were through the doors and next 
in line to register.

"And your daughter will be competing in the fancy dress 
section?" asked the smartly dressed, middle-aged woman 
behind the desk, reaching out to pick up a camera.

"Yes. She's been on at me ever since her cousin was a 
pirate in last year's contest. I've already been 
pestered into starting her fairy costume and she hasn't 
even been selected yet."

Melody was eavesdropping on the conversation the young 
mother just ahead was having, standing next to the 
petite blonde daughter she was registering for the fancy 
dress section. While Melody had been a little envious, 
when younger, of the pretty costumes the girls got to 
wear, she'd never seriously considered entering the 
fancy dress contest even then, the performances were 
always so short. She watched as the daughter stripped 
off and stood against a blue screen, while the woman 
photographed her from several angles.

As soon as the mother and daughter had finished giving 
their details they were pointed to one of the doors 
behind the desks, and the woman looked up with a short, 
but not unpleasant, "Next please."

Melody and Gina nervously approached the desk. The woman 
behind it, anxious to keep things moving, started 
speaking before they sat down.

"Name, age, and the section you're looking to compete 
in."

A little flustered, they sat down, and Gina started 
answering, "Gina and Melody Williams, I'm 38 and Melody 
is 15. We're hoping to enter the mother-daughter 
competition."

Even as she was entering their data, the woman continued 
talking, "That's great, we're getting a lot of interest 
in the new mother-daughter category. If you could both 
just strip off now, I can get some preliminary shots 
before we get some test footage of you in action."

Melody looked at her mother with interest as they 
disrobed, she hadn't seen her naked for a few years now. 
She was surprised how good her mother still looked, her 
ginger bush may have faded a little, like her hair, but 
her skin was still pale and smooth. Her breasts were 
large and sagged a little, but her buttocks were 
remarkably pert.

Gina, too, was looking with interest as her daughter 
revealed her body. Melody had become more private since 
becoming a teenager, and Gina was surprised by how 
developed she was. Her breasts had blossomed to a perky 
'C', and a fiery dusting of pubes now covered her 
crotch.

Mother and daughter grinned as they caught each other's 
eye and realised they were both checking out the other's 
body. Relaxed by this shared moment, they giggled as 
they posed for the first test shots. Gina even playfully 
slapped Melody's snug little bottom as she posed behind 
her.

"That's great ladies, thank you." the woman registering 
them said. "Just grab your clothes and go through door 
seven. They'll shoot some test footage and that will it 
for today."

Room seven turned out to be a plain, windowless box with 
pale blue walls. On one side of the room was a simple, 
but sturdy, wooden chair, on the other was a camera on a 
tripod and a man standing next to it.

"Welcome, you must be Melody and Gina." the production 
assistant said, examining the screen of the PDA he was 
holding. "Just pop your clothes by the door and come and 
stand behind the chair."

As soon as they were in position, he pushed a button on 
the camera and addressed them again, "This will be 
pretty quick. Just do as I direct, and we'll have you 
out of here in a couple of minutes."

"Gina, if you can sit in the chair facing the camera. 
Melody, I want you to stand behind your mother and slap 
her face. Do it nice and hard, but don't go breaking her 
jaw." he smiled to set them at their ease.

Gina sat on the chair. Melody stood, one pace behind 
her, and swung her hand round in an arc, her open palm 
crashing into her mother's cheek. Gina winced as her 
head was knocked sideways, but quickly composed herself 
and smiled, once more, into the camera. Melody stood, 
panting a little, a mite shocked, but very excited. The 
blow made her realise how close she was getting to 
fulfilling her longest-held ambition.

"That was great ladies." the assistant said 
encouragingly. "Now Melody, just reach round and pinch 
your mother's nipples. I would say don't be nervous, 
really scrunch them, but after that slap I'm not sure I 
need to."

The assistant appeared satisfied with Gina's gasping 
reaction to the assault on her tits. He asked Gina to 
get up off the chair and directed Melody to take place.

"You okay dear?" Gina asked, as she knelt, as directed, 
before her daughter.

"I'm doing great mum." she replied. "I just hope we make 
this good enough to be chosen."

"Right Gina. I want you to slap Melody's face, and then 
immediately reach down to pinch her nipples. Make sure 
you keep your head low, so the camera can capture all 
the action."

Melody's gasping and wincing appeared to satisfy the 
assistant. After a quick check of the playback, he 
informed them they could get dressed and leave.

"Is that it?" asked Melody, a slightly disappointed note 
in her voice.

"Oh yes." the assistant replied. "We've quite enough to 
go on. And we don't want to risk damaging you before the 
contest. If the producers like what they see, they'll be 
in contact by the end of the week."

Out on the street, slightly dazed by the speed, mother 
and daughter looked at each other.

"That was so quick." Melody complained, sounding 
slightly worried.

"Don't worry darling." her mother reassured her, rubbing 
her reddened cheek. "Look how many people they had to 
see. If they needed more than a couple of minutes they'd 
never get through everybody. Anyway, even that assistant 
said you really were very good."

Melody felt a little reassured by her mother's words. 
Anyway, a couple of minutes later, Penny and Suzy joined 
them, sporting bright red patches on their cheeks as 
well. She didn't have time to think in the flood of 
conversation.

"That was so quick." said Penny, echoing her friend. "I 
thought we'd at least have to use needles or a whip or 
something."

"I know." agreed Melody, "I thought it was only just 
starting, and it was all over."

"Listen, girls." suggested Suzy, who had been in a low-
voiced conversation with Gina,
"We'll all know by Friday whether we're in or not. Why 
don't I book a table at DeSade's? Then we can either 
celebrate or commiserate."

"Oh wow!" Penny looked more shocked than if her face had 
been slapped again, "That'd be fab! I've always wanted 
to go there."

"I know baby." her mother smiled at her. "Well, this is 
a special occasion. We'll either need some serious 
cheering up, or we'll have been chosen and we might as 
well spend the money."



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Chapter 2 - From Club to College
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The pink neon sign glowed enticingly into the night, the 
words 'DeSade's Cabaret Restaurant' encircled by a 
string of bulbs chasing each other endlessly. Melody 
could feel the butterflies stirring in her stomach as 
their car pulled up outside. She'd known since 
yesterday, when the studio had telephoned, that they'd 
made the cut, but, by agreement, neither she nor her 
mother knew if Penny and Suzy were in. Melody was hoping 
they'd got in, she and Penny had always done everything 
together, and it just wouldn't be the same without her.

Penny and Suzy were already waiting in the lobby when 
the Williams family walked in. Melody's hopes rose when 
she saw they were both wearing identical little black 
dresses, and had styled the long blonde hair they shared 
to match as well. Would they have dressed as a mother-
daughter team if they weren't competing? She was just a 
little jealous she hadn't thought to do the same.

As the girls embraced, Penny whispered into her friends 
ear, "We're in!"

"I thought so." whispered Melody back. "We're in as 
well!"

"Come along girls." Gina ushered them forwards. "The 
show will already have started and I'm absolutely 
ravenous."

The night's opening act was just being helped off the 
stage as they walked into the body of the restaurant. 
Everyone was a little sorry they'd missed it, judging by 
her macerated buttocks, she'd been thrashed until her 
skin was flayed off.

As they entered the restaurant, a waitress walked over 
to greet them. Both the girls stared, amazed, at her. It 
wasn't her clothes, a tight-fitting fishnet top, tiny 
red g-string and 5 inch heels, it was the state of her 
body. Almost every inch of visible flesh, and it was 
nearly all visible, was covered with scars, welts or 
bruises.

"Welcome to DeSade's. My name's Carmen and I'll be your 
waitress for tonight."

The waitress smiled at Melody's shocked expression, "Is 
this your first time at DeSade's miss?" Melody just 
nodded. "Well, in addition to the stage show, you're 
welcome to beat any waitress that takes your fancy at 
the table. As you can see, I'm very popular."

The two families were shown to a table quite close to 
the stage, where the next act was just setting up. After 
ordering drinks and starters, they settled back to 
watch. The act was billed as a human dartboard. A very 
busty brunette stood against a board with numbers 
painted on her body, and members of the audience were 
encouraged to come up and compete for a bottle of 
champagne. After half an hour, a table on the far side 
of the room were cheering as the winner walked back 
carrying his bottle, and the dartboard was being carried 
out, bleeding profusely.

Two hours later, replete after an excellent meal, it was 
Suzy who suggested they try out their waitress. "It'll 
be fun, and we could all do with the practice."

They called Carmen back over and ordered a single-tailed 
whip. Everyone took turns, seeing who could be the first 
to draw blood. Carmen took the whole thing in very good 
spirits, barely gasping as the whip cut into her already 
scarred skin.

Chattering excitedly in the car home, everyone agreed it 
had been a terrific night.

"It's a shame we won't get to do it again," mused Suzy, 
"but I suppose if we weren't in the contest we'd never 
have come here at all."

****

The next week was busy with practical matters. With the 
contest that Saturday, there was plenty for Gina and 
Suzy to sort out at work. For everyone, there were 
costumes to decide on and routines to rehearse, both 
families had agreed to keep their plans secret, so as 
not to ruin the surprise. 

However secret they tried to keep their plans from each 
other, little hints did leak out. When Melody popped in 
to see Penny unexpectedly, she found her and Suzy 
hanging by one hand from beams in the garage, flicking 
each other with the cords from their dressing gowns. 
Helping to clear after a meal at Melody's, Penny spotted 
the odd sight of a half chewed raw pork belly in the 
bin.

Despite attempts at reticence, the girls found they 
couldn't resist chatting about their plans, although 
they did manage to keep some things secret.

"So you and your mother are going to use the stage 
assistants, what if you're given a pair of dorks and 
they get the routine they wrong?" asked Melody, as she 
and Penny were sitting in her room one evening.

"They're usually pretty good. I know you occasionally 
get an idiot, but it's a risk we've got to take. A 
bondage routine really won't work unless we're both tied 
up."

"I suppose so. I'm just happier with only me and mum, it 
means we don't have to rely on one rehearsal on the day 
itself. I'm scared enough as it is."

The girls shared a nervous look. Penny voiced their 
thoughts, "What if we muck it up? Remember that woman 
who fell onto a spike right at the start? Five seconds 
and it was all over, the audience actually booed!"

"Look at it this way," Melody said, trying to reassure 
herself as much as her friend, " We can't be as bad as 
that, neither of us will have any spikes to fall onto."

After another moment Penny thought of something else. 
"And our mums, what if one of them wimps out and ends it 
quickly?"

"I don't think so." Melody felt on firmer ground here. 
"Remember a couple of years ago when we were all 
watching it together? Both our mums were cheering from 
the sofa when that woman took an acid shower."

Penny gave a relieved little grin, "Yeah, you're right. 
I just need to stop worrying and make sure I know what 
I'm doing."

****

Penny and Melody didn't have to go to school that week, 
but they couldn't resist the chance to show off to their 
friends, and bask in the admiring and envious glances 
that were thrown at them. Several of the other girls in 
their school had auditioned, but only the two friends 
had actually been selected.

As the girls were packing their bags on Tuesday night, 
they were a little surprised when the headmistress came 
up to talk to them.

"Melody, Penny, congratulations on your entry." Miss 
Shaw smiled at them. "I was wondering if you'd talk to 
tomorrow's assembly? It could be years before we have 
any more contestants from this school, and I think you 
could really inspire some of the younger girls."

Melody looked at Penny, checking how she felt about it. 
"We'd love to Miss Shaw. It'll be a good chance to try 
out our costume's."

"With your costumes, that's great girls!" Miss Shaw 
positively beamed at them. "If you come in before school 
tomorrow, we can make sure everything's set up."

Melody and Penny rushed home. Their costumes weren't 
finished, and they knew, even with their mother's help, 
there was a full evening's work ahead of them.

****

The bell was ringing to call students in from the yard. 
The two friends were nervously checking themselves in 
the mirror, and helping each other to make minor 
adjustments to their costumes. Both were feeling quite 
tense, they'd never really tried to stand out before, 
and now they were preparing to expose themselves, both 
literally and metaphorically, to the entire school.

Penny and her mother had gone for a leather bondage 
theme. From a large metal ring, which exposed her belly 
button, thin straps ran over her shoulders and down her 
back, only covering her nipples by being clamped to 
them. A matching pair of straps ran from the base of 
this ring to a wide leather band tied tight around her 
thighs. Her long blonde hair was knitted into a tight 
plait. Leather cuffs on wrists and ankles, and cute 
little boots with 3 inch stilettos, were the only other 
items of clothing.

Her friend had gone for quite a different look, basing 
her costume on a circus acrobat. A spangled under-bust 
corset that showed her swelling breasts off perfectly, 
the short little ruff of a skirt hiding almost nothing 
below her waist. Silver fishnet tights that emphasised 
rather than hid her taut buttocks and fiery pussy, and 
arm-length fishnet gloves, silver to match her tights.

The two friends looked nervously at each other and 
grinned. Grasping each other's hands, they walked to the 
side of the stage, where Miss Shaw had just started 
addressing the school.

"As I'm sure you all know, The Contest is being held 
right here in Bearton on Saturday night. We are 
incredibly proud that two students from right here at 
Winstanleigh College have been selected to perform. 
Today Melody and Penny, who are both performing in the 
new mother and daughter category, have very kindly 
agreed to show us their costumes and talk to us about 
their preparations."

There were gasps, and more than one wolf-whistle, as the 
girls walked onto the stage in their costumes. They both 
blushed a little as hundreds of pairs of eyes drank in 
every detail of their near-naked forms. Miss Shaw 
started clapping as they approach the podium, and 
everyone else soon enthusiastically joined her.

"So Penny." said Miss Shaw, who seemed to have problems 
taking her eyes off the girl's naked, peachy buttocks. 
"Tell us why you've decided on that particular costume."

Penny swallowed hard and stood a little more upright 
before replying, to regain her composure. "Well. Me and 
my mum decided to go for a traditional bondage theme and 
we thought some old-style leather would look really cool 
and be really practical. I wouldn't want to come loose 
at a critical moment."

"And how about you Melody?" said Miss Shaw, turning to 
her.

"Oh, we're going for a circus theme. Lots of swinging 
around and odd contortions."

"And can either of you give us any hints about your 
performance?"

Both girls shook their heads. Melody added "We don't 
want to ruin the surprise. All I will say is, we've all 
been practising really hard and come up with some pretty 
cool moves. I know there's going to be stiff 
competition, but I reckon we're both in with a chance."

"You're not feeling nervous, then?"

"Oh God, I'm terrified. And you are as well, aren't you 
Penny?" Penny nodded. "I know it's only one chance to 
get things absolutely perfect. Still, you only get 
snuffed once, and I reckon live on national television, 
rather than at home or in some little club, is the best 
way to do it."

"I know you don't want to give us details, but can I 
take it that you've planned something ingeniously 
abusive?" Melody couldn't help noticing that Miss Shaw 
seemed now to be addressing Penny's bottom.

"Oh definitely." Penny replied enthusiastically. " 
Melody and I are trying to keep our plans secret, even 
from each other, but I know both of our acts are going 
to be really degrading and painful. I can promise you on 
Saturday night we're going out with a scream."

"Thank you Penny, thank you Melody." Miss Shaw dragged 
her eyes from Penny's bottom and turned towards the rest 
of the school. "I'm sure we'd all like to wish them both 
good luck for Saturday."

As the assembled students clapped and cheered, the 
headmistress ushered the girls off the stage and towards 
her office. On the way, Melody whispered to Penny about 
the interest that had been taken in her posterior. As a 
result Penny, who'd always rather liked Miss Shaw, left 
her office with rather red cheeks both top and bottom.


 
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Chapter 3  - Work & Home
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"Suzy! Did I hear right? You're entered in the contest 
this weekend?"

"Roger. Hi. Yes, the new mother-daughter section. Gina 
Williams from accounts is competing as well."

"I know, it was Gina who told me. So, are you looking 
for any last hurrahs?"

It had been a busy old week for Suzy. Every other 
conversation with her male colleagues had seemed to go 
the same way. Not that she was complaining. The only 
reason she bothered with knickers was so she didn't 
dribble as she walked.

"You'll have to wait your turn Roger." Suzy smiled 
mischievously at him. "I'm on the way to the stationery 
cupboard to meet John from design."

Roger grinned, "I'll tag along then. John's my squash 
partner and only last week he mentioned he hadn't had a 
threesome for nearly a year. That was with me as well."

Fringe benefits, thought Suzy, spit roasted in the 
cupboard. I haven't got so much since that last year of 
high school.

****

"John and Roger?" Gina was impressed. "That's not bad 
going. I'm beginning to wish I wasn't married."

"Are you saying Arthur isn't excited?"

"No! Three times last night, and again this morning, 
before and after breakfast. God knows what Melody 
thinks, she must know what we're up to. I was just 
thinking it would be fun to involve someone else."

"How do you think Arthur would react if I suggested 
joining in?" Suzy looked hesitantly at her friend. "And 
you for that matter?"

Shock, intrigue, then delight rapidly passed across 
Gina's face, "Bloody hell, Suzy. Well I'm up for it, and 
I'm pretty sure Arthur would be. Look, come over for 
supper tonight, we'll get the girls to stay at yours."

****

"Mum! Dad! ... Suzy!"

Melody was shocked. It isn't every day you nip home for 
spare socks and find your parents fucking, especially 
not with your best friend's mother. The fact that her 
own mother was pissing as Suzy ate her pussy was merely 
icing on the cake.

"Oh shit!" Gina giggled, as the door closed behind a 
rapidly retreating, and highly embarrassed, daughter. A 
feeling of 'what the hell' caused a delightful shiver to 
run through her, "Fuck, don't stop now Suzy, I'm right 
on the verge."

Arthur, who had stopped mid pound, resumed stroking the 
fat nine inches that Gina loved into her best friend's 
rectum. He leaned over to kiss his wife and pinch one of 
her nipples, knowing from long experience that would 
push her over the edge.

****

"And she was pissing?"

"I'm pretty sure, I could see it dripping out of your 
mum's hair."

Melody, back in Penny's bedroom, and breathless again, 
was sharing her shock with the daughter of her parents' 
new playmate.

****

"Don't I get a go with that mouth?" Ron had just pulled 
out of Suzy's arse and was looking lustfully at her face 
with its pink cheeks and fringe of damp blonde hair.

He had never seen anyone throw themselves onto a shitty 
cock with such alacrity. When he put his hands behind 
her head, and pushed her further down, she offered no 
resistance.

****

"Actually, that is kind of hot." Penny's face, as she 
peeked out over the duvet, was nearly as flushed as her 
mother's.

"Are you playing with yourself under there?"

"Maybe."

"Well stop it. I have a better idea."

Melody surprised even herself. She'd never thought 
before of doing to Penny what she'd just decided to do. 
She tore the duvet, then the pyjama bottoms, from her 
friend and, quite roughly, parted her legs before diving 
into the blond fur of her snatch.

****

"Shit yes!"

Arthur was in heaven. Saliva, mucus, and even a little 
vomit, were pouring out of Suzy as she choked around his 
dick. The exclamation had burst from him when he felt 
his wife's tongue starting to probe his sphincter. It 
wasn't long before he was pouring his seed down Suzy's 
abused throat.

"I'll get some drinks before we start round two, shall 
I?" Gina suggested casually. "I've always meant to try 
scat, and I reckon it's now or never."

****

"I need to piss."

Penny had been watching, almost detached, as her best 
friend's fiery head bobbed between her thighs, sending 
waves of pleasure round her body. Now an urgent call 
from her bladder was threatening to break the spell. It 
took her a moment to understand when her words produced 
an enthusiastic nod, but didn't stop the pleasuring.

"Yes!" the release from taking the pressure off her 
bladder, the filthiness of peeing over her friend, and 
the relentless stroking of a tongue over her clitoris, 
pushed Penny into a mind-shattering orgasm.

Melody couldn't quite believe how excited she was 
getting. As the hot stink of Penny's urine splashed over 
her, she found her hand slipping underneath her 
waistband to start caressing her own sex.

****

Gina could barely breathe, was wriggling in pain, 
heaving as she fought not to vomit, and in the final 
stage of a tumultuous orgasm.

Arthur had started first, with a slow, but relentless, 
thrusting into her sodden pussy. It had been a few 
minutes before Suzy squatted over her and parted her 
arse-cheeks, revealing a half-open rosebud and the soft 
blonde hair plastered round her moist vulva. She'd asked 
for it, but Gina couldn't quite believe how she opened 
her mouth as she saw her friend's sphincter pucker and 
swell.

As the excrement tumbled into her mouth, she found 
herself fighting with her feelings. The stink and 
disgust were making her heave, yet her pleasure was only 
increasing. When Suzy lowered herself down, pushing 
Gina's nose into her shit smeared arsehole, Gina's whole 
body had started to convulse with the beginnings of a 
heavy orgasm, brought to a fever pitch as her husband 
again squeezed her nipples, this time so hard that they 
bled.

****

"Hey! If I can't, you can't." Penny's playful reprimand 
drew Melody's hand from between her thighs. "Come up 
here and kiss me."

Their lips coming together was, for both girls, an even 
more intimate moment. Melody felt her first wave of 
pleasure as Penny, her face now damp with her own piss, 
simply pushed her back into the bed.

****

"Morning girls. Did we have a good night?" Suzy's voice, 
amused, and more than a little arch, disturbed the 
friends' slumber.

"Mum!" Penny scrabbled to pull the covers over herself, 
causing an unfortunate squelching as her bottom wriggled 
in the bed. She blushed, remembering what had happened 
between them, but couldn't stop herself from grinning 
just a little.

"Give up baby, I can smell what's been happening. I'm 
guessing Melody told you about the little scene she 
witnessed?" Suzy's face mirrored the light blush and 
half grin of her daughter's.

"Hi Suzy. I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. I hope I 
didn't ruin your night?"

"Don't worry dear, if anything you only made it 
naughtier. And we definitely seem to have spiced up 
yours."

Almost before Suzy had waddled a little awkwardly out, 
closing the door behind her, the girls were reaching for 
each other. The cool soggy mattress, and reek of stale 
piss, didn't stand a chance at dampening their lust.

****

Suzy's knowing smile greeted the two friends as they 
shuffled into the kitchen. "So, I guess you'll be busy 
for the next couple of days then?"

"Mum, that was just a one-off. We just wanted to try it 
before it was too late."

"I know darling, what do you think I was doing with Gina 
and Arthur? Anyway, I'm pretty sure there's other one-
offs out there. You wouldn't believe what I've done this 
week." The look of sudden understanding and shock on the 
girls faces made her giggle a little. "Actually, after 
last night, maybe you would."

"When have you had a chance before last night?" Penny 
found herself angry and quite jealous. "You're at work 
all day and preparing with me every night."

"Put it this way, I don't think there's a man, or most 
of the women, at work who don't know where my tattoo 
is."

"So you're saying..?"

"I'm saying go out and try everything. Get your arses 
reamed and live off spunk."

"Suzy, I'm not sure if my parents would really approve 
of that."

"Melody, darling, when I left your mother she had a 
belly full of my shit and your father's spunk dribbling 
out of her arse. That's the beauty of getting into the 
contest, all the rules are suspended, plus everyone 
wants a final ride."

To make her point Suzy grabbed an extremely surprised 
Melody and gave her a passionate kiss while fondling her 
crotch.

"Now get out here and do your worst." Suzy released 
Melody with a light push and slapped her bottom as she 
tripped off upstairs for a much needed shower.

"Wow! I wasn't expecting that." Melody turned to her, 
equally shocked, friend.

"She's got a point though." Penny was starting to look a 
little thoughtful. "We might as well give anything a 
go."

"And if she's right about everybody wanting a last ride, 
there's more than one person at school I wouldn't mind 
trying. Maybe I'll even take your mother up on her 
offer." The teenagers eyes were starting to glint with 
the exciting possibilities opening up.

"Come on then." Penny grabbed her friend's hand. "We 
haven't got a moment to lose."

"One thing girls." Suzy's voice floated down from 
upstairs as they grabbed their coats. "Just don't do 
anything that'll stop you from competing."

****

The girls weren't disappointed, word soon got around. A 
brief mention of wanting to try anal and their virgin 
arseholes were soon dribbling spunk as constantly as 
their cunts.

Even more surprising, when Melody called her mother to 
suggest she might not make it home before the morning of 
the contest, her mother only echoed Suzy's admonition 
not to leave herself unable to perform.

****

Friday morning dawned. Melody blearily came back to 
consciousness. She let her, rather satisfied, gaze 
wander over the people sleeping around her. She couldn't 
quite believe she'd got Mr Walters, the hunky new 
science teacher, to take her home to play with him and 
his wife. They'd ended up inviting half the science 
department over, Melody had felt insatiable.

Now Melody winced a little as she lifted herself up off 
the bed. Most of her was aching, and prising apart her 
legs, glued together with dried spunk, was surprisingly 
painful. Finding the bathroom and taking a long hot 
shower left her feeling much better. In the kitchen she 
came across an unopened box of All-Bran. Mindful of what 
the coming night would hold, she wolfed down two full 
bowls before finding enough clothes to walk home in.

****

After the last two days, when Melody arrived home, 
anxious to be ready in good time, the sight of her 
mother being roughly fucked by a complete stranger over 
the kitchen table merely caused her to say, "Come on 
mum. We need to leave in two hours and you haven't even 
started getting ready."


 
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Chapter 4 - New Friends, Old Friends
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"I know you, you were behind us in the audition queue."

The dressing room was pretty large, but cramped with 
contestants getting into costume and psyching themselves 
up for the night's show. Melody had just taken off her 
knickers, in the corner she and her mother had found, 
when a cheerful childish voice piped up behind her.

"You're the fairy." Melody replied, feeling a little 
foolish, the girl was already in costume.

"Mummy spent ages on it. Do you like it?" the girl gave 
a little twirl.

"It's lovely. I'm Melody." she held out her hand rather 
formally.

"Annie." said the girl, ignoring the hand as she twirled 
again. "What are you dressing as?"

"I'm going to be an acrobat, like in a circus."

"Are you going to have your cunny on display, I am?" 
Annie confided, clearly deciding Melody was a friend.

"I am yes." Melody found the little fairy's stream of 
innocent questions were helping to calm her nerves. "I'm 
performing with my mummy tonight, we're both going to 
have our cunny's on display."

"My mummy's not performing, she's going to be watching 
me. She says I'm a star and should have my moment all to 
myself. Didn't you want to have a spike to yourself?"

"Well... I did when I was your age, but I never got to 
enter. Now I like the idea of performing with my mum."

"Mummy told daddy she'd put on a special performance for 
him tonight to celebrate if I win, she's going to be a 
fairy too."

This made Melody wonder if Annie's mother would have 
liked to compete with her daughter, but Annie was too 
young to enter in a mother-daughter team. She looked 
across to her own mother, nearly changed into her 
costume, and was glad she was going to be sharing the 
experience.

****

Suzy and Penny came over, both looking stunning, the 
thin black leather straps of their costumes highlighting 
their nakedness. Penny might have the soft unblemished 
skin of a teenager, but her mother's well-toned body, 
with still-firm breasts and taut buttocks, was drawing 
several envious glances. Nearly the same height, their 
identical blonde hair styled to match, they looked more 
like twins born several years apart than mother and 
daughter.

"Oh God, I wish I looked like Suzy." wailed Gina 
quietly, as their friends drew near. "My saggy old tits 
don't stand a chance."

"Your boobs are much larger than Suzy's." Melody 
hastened to reassure her mother. "They're only a little 
bit saggy, and anyway the corset will keep them pushed 
up. You look like a proper mummy with curves, in our 
category I reckon that's a vote winner."

"Thanks love."

"Anyway, big boobs will come in handy later." Melody 
couldn't resist reaching out to give one of her mother's 
breasts a squeeze.

"Gina, darling, hi!" Suzy walked up to this intimate 
little tableau without a trace of embarrassment and gave 
her friend a kiss full on the lips while reaching round 
to fondle her bottom.

She pulled back to run a critical eye over Gina's naked 
form. "Looking good as ever Gina. I wish I could pull 
off that real MILF look. It looks like your daughter 
can't resist it anyway."

"Oh she's just getting a little excited about our 
performance." Gina blushed just a little under Suzy's 
knowing grin and quickly turned to Penny. "You look 
stunning, Penny love. Who knew you had such a firm body 
under all those clothes you seem to wear."

"Thanks." Penny was pretty pleased with how she looked, 
but it was nice to hear it from someone else. "You're 
looking really good too Gina. I wish I had tits like 
that. I can see why Melody was giving them a squeeze."

"Have a feel as well if you like." As Penny leant over 
quite eagerly to caress her breasts she lowered her 
voice conspiratorially, "These will be opening our act 
if Melody can keep off them 'til then."

Suzy cut in at this, "Hey! You shouldn't be telling us 
your plans until we know the running order."

"Haven't you heard?" Gina looked up at her friend. 
"They've drawn the ballot for places and you're on 
before us."

"Oh wow!" Penny was thrilled by this news and turned to 
Melody with a big smile. "That means you'll get to see 
our performance, it'll be great I promise you."

Melody bit down on her regret that their friends 
wouldn't see them perform and concentrated on how happy 
Penny was. Luckily Penny thought to ask something to 
take Melody's mind off her disappointment.

"You'll have to tell us about your act now"
 
They kept their voices low, and the chatter and general 
hubbub in the room meant there was little danger of them 
being overheard. It didn't matter too much anyway, as 
every act had been agreed in advance, but they still 
didn't want to give anyone else last minute ideas.

".. and that's why I was so pleased when she told me 
she'd stuffed herself with All-Bran for breakfast. I 
don't suppose anyone will realise, but I reckon all 
these little extra bits will really help us put on a 
great show."

It was Suzy, ever observant, who spoke up. "If you two 
are worried whether all that's a vote winner, look 
down."

All four friends looked down. Every one of them had a 
hand over their pussy, they'd all been unconsciously 
pleasuring themselves as mother and daughter had 
described their act.


****

Everyone was crowding round the screens in the green 
room. The familiar tune for The Contest was blaring out 
over the opening titles. What had been a room full of 
buzz and chatter was almost silent. 

The titles cut to a shot of the studio, only a few yards 
away from the green room. Walking towards the cheering 
audience, a glittering figure was coming into focus.

Madeline had been Mistress of Ceremonies for The Contest 
for a decade now. Dressed in a skin-tight, silk one-
piece, and ankle boots with 3 inch heels, sequins 
glittering across her torso and scattered across an 
almost invisible netting skirt, she looked the epitome 
of chic, dominance and allure.

A short pause for the audience to quieten a little, and 
her voice cut through the cheering and applause.

"Welcome everyone to the 34th annual contest. Once again 
we've scoured the country to showcase the very best and 
most beautiful snuff performers out there..."

****

As the show began, broadcast live around the country, 
the noise level in the dressing room rose once again.

For the mother-daughter teams, and the solo performers, 
appearing later in the evening, the tension was little 
worse than before, but at least now with the added 
distraction of a show to watch.

However, for the pre-teens, performing first, nerves 
were stretched. With only a minute or two before they 
were called, the excited squeaks of little girls mingled 
with the panicking voices of their mothers. A small 
witch, sky-clad apart from her hat and cloak, fainted 
from excitement when the call came over the Tannoy.



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Chapter 5 - Openers & Intervals
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The first event, the fancy dress contest, strictly for 
pre-teens, was now in full swing. Although Melody wasn't 
so keen on it, it was always a hit, particularly with 
the older members of the audience. The format was pretty 
straightforward, the contestant would come on and 
perform a brief routine, showing off their costumes and 
bodies. After that they positioned themselves over a 
stake that rose from the floor of the stage. When they'd 
been snuffed, they were carried, still on the stake, to 
form a line at the rear of the stage with all the other 
fancy dress entrants.

Melody, watching from green room, even if she was glad 
she had never entered, still felt a little envious of 
the costumes the girls got to wear . Annie did look 
really cute in her fairy costume: The skin-tight top, 
the material so fine you could clearly see the nipples 
on her flat chest through it, was scattered with 
glittering sequins that sparkled in the lights. The tiny 
netting skirt jutted straight out from her waist, 
leaving her peach-smooth little bottom and hairless 
crotch proudly on display. Her legs were encased in pure 
white stockings, ending on her feet with shimmering 
silver pumps.

Smiling excitedly at her moment in the spotlight, Annie 
gyrated for the audience. She slowly twirled, performed 
handstands and splits, and finished the dance by pushing 
her wand slowly all the way into her bottom, until it 
could be seen poking out under the skin on her stomach. 
Melody couldn't help admiring the skill of the 
television crew, as they caught all this in beautiful 
detail.

Her routine over, the wand still in her bottom, she 
positioned herself over the sharp metal stake as it rose 
slowly from the floor of the stage. The camera zoomed in 
to capture the moment the tip penetrated her pussy, 
before the picture cut away to show her face contorting.

As Melody well knew, all too soon it was over. After 
barely three minutes of screaming and thrashing limbs, 
the fairy was fully impaled, six-foot above the stage, 
and had stopped moving. The audience were clapping and 
cheering enthusiastically as two assistants came on to 
lift the Annie up, on her stake, and set her beside the 
previous contestants along the back. Although the 
audience was clearly impressed, Melody was glad she'd 
had to wait and compete in another category.

****

With the last little girl, a slim blonde princess who'd 
taken her stake in the arse, being moved to her place in 
line, it was time for the interval act while the 
telephone votes came in. The camera panned along the 
line of impaled contestants one last time while the 
numbers for voting were displayed.

A pair of curtains swept across the back of the stage, 
and from above a pair of identical twins, raven haired 
stunners in their early twenties, descended on a circus 
trapeze. Their costume was a riot of bright swirls and 
glittering sequins, but there was only one of it. With 
three legs and three arms, the girls each had one limb 
in the middle set, forcing them side by side.

For 10 minutes they performed a near perfect act, 
working the trapeze, the trampoline, and even aerial 
silks, all while bound together. After a faultless 
display of tumbling, they stood up once more, grabbed 
the top of their costume with one hand each, and ripped 
it off in a fluid movement. A gasp and burst of applause 
came from the audience, the twins had been sewn together 
from wrist to ankle, all down the body, with a thin 
golden cord.

With the interval nearly over, the audience settled back 
to watch the climax of the act. From the flies a pair of 
cables descended, from each dangled a 3 inch thick 
polished steel dildo. Each twin grabbed a dildo with 
their free hand then reached round behind. Judging from 
the joint look they gave, they were forcing the ample 
dildos into their rectums. As they raised up their hands 
to show them empty to the audience, their faces, and 
their bodies, twisted with an intense spasm of pain.

The reason for that burst of pain was soon obvious. The 
twins were lifted into the air to be flown across the 
stage, gasping in pain. The dildos clearly had some 
diabolical device to stop them from sliding out again.

As they swooped low to the stage again, they reached 
out, with perfect timing, and grabbed three rings that 
were fixed to the floor. The ropes grew taut, trying to 
lift them, but, despite a pain so extreme they were 
screeching in glorious unison, they held on tight. With 
a gristly shlurp, the dildos flew out of their arseholes 
and into the air in a bloody arc. The twins legs fell 
towards the audience, leaving them flat on their 
stomachs, the lacerated remains of their once trim 
bottoms now on full display. The dildos, revealed as 
covered in long steel spikes, and now also covered in 
strips of flesh and intestine, flew back out of sight.

The audience, lapping up this impressive display, 
cheered as the twins were picked up by a pair of 
stagehands and carried off. The girls even managed a 
wave with their sewn together arms.

****

While the winner of the fancy dress was being announced, 
Melody wandered out in search of the loo. She was 
surprised to pass the bodies of the twins being carted 
down the corridor, each with a short knife sticking out 
of their breast.

"How come they've been stabbed, that wasn't part of the 
act?" she enquired of the man pushing the trolley.

"Oh, with the damage to their arses and half their guts 
ripped out they weren't going to survive, and it's more 
convenient to move them if they're not struggling." he 
replied cheerfully.

"You know. I've never seen an interval act snuff on 
stage. Why not, I'm sure the audience would love it?"

"Ah, it's the rules see. Only the contestants are 
allowed to die on stage, technically this is just an 
unfortunate side-effect of their act." he waved his hand 
over the bodies.

****

The first solo woman to compete, Madeline, walked on 
totally naked and covered in body paint. Her head and 
shoulders were dabbed with multi-coloured flecks, her 
ample chest and belly pure white, and her bottom in 
bright red. In the centre of the stage was a stout 
pillar with two pointed foot-long rods sticking out of 
the top. Madeline climbed a small set of steps and 
lowered herself onto the rods, one each in cunt and 
arse. She was screaming long before her bottom came to 
rest on the top of the pillar, the rods drilling through 
her guts.

Two assistants strode on, each carrying a circular saw. 
After no more than a couple of minutes of screeching and 
howling, Madeline was denuded of all her limbs. As the 
assistants left, carrying her extremities, the pillar 
descended until the limbless Madeline was only a foot 
above the floor. When half a dozen slathering 
Rottweilers were released onto the stage, and made a 
beeline for the fresh-cut meat at its centre, there were 
cheers and laughter as the audience twigged, Madeline 
had set herself up as a giant meat lollipop for the 
dogs.

****

"Mum, can I have a word with you?"

With the votes being cast for the solo performers, and 
the interval act, a pair of grannies doing a comedy 
routine with a set of skewers and a barbecue, in full 
swing. Melody, with something on her mind, was pulling 
her mother out of the crowded dressing room and into 
the, nearly deserted, corridor.

"What is it darling, you look worried?"

"I think I'm just getting nervous, but ... well ..." 
Melody swallowed "I've never done full pain before. What 
if I get overwhelmed and forget to perform?"

"Don't worry darling, you won't." Gina's face relaxed 
now she knew what her daughter's worries were. "I 
remember the first time your dad skewered my tits while 
throat fucking me. Beforehand I was sure I'd be 
overcome, maybe even bite his dick off. I may have been 
almost lost in torment, but I promise you I never forgot 
what I was doing."

Gina pulled her daughter to her. As Melody's cheek 
rested against her mother's naked breast, she felt her 
tension ease and natural confidence return.

"Thanks mum." again Melody couldn't resist her mother's 
exposed breasts, this time giving one a playful nip with 
her teeth.

"Now don't get overexcited and ruin things. You know 
you'll get to play with these soon."

Despite these words of admonition, Gina found her 
daughter's excitement infectious, and was having to use 
all her self-control not to demand that Melody start on 
her now. She hurried back into the dressing room to 
distract herself with the noise and bustle. Melody took 
a moment for herself in the corridor, before heading 
back in. She might have odd spells of panic, but the 
excitement was leaving her little pussy dripping.

****

There was no surprise in the winner for the older 
performer category. Getting an unprecedented, but 
deserved, 62% of the phone-in vote, it was the human 
firework.

Everyone in the green room had crowded round the screens 
to watch her performance. She'd arrived with two 
pyrotechnic technicians and disappeared into a private 
changing room, from which grunts, whimpers, and the 
occasional scream had been heard for some time. When she 
emerged she was walking awkwardly, and clearly in 
considerable pain, but a floor-length cloak and gold 
cloche hat were hiding whatever had been done to her.

A pretty brunette, probably in her mid-forties, who'd 
obviously kept herself in shape, she now smiled 
cheerfully as she waved at the audience and cameras. The 
reason for her odd, bow-legged gate became clear as soon 
as she threw off her cloak. Protruding from the tightly 
stretched lips of her vulva was the end of a wide 
cylinder. The sounds of distress were presumably the 
result of that and the other work that had been 
inflicted on her body; there were neatly sewn incisions, 
and odd lumps and bumps, all over her.

The only props that had been brought on stage were a 
small stool and a swinging frame with cuffs for wrists 
and ankles to spread a body into an X. The human 
firework now turned away from the audience, bent over 
the stool, and pulled apart the cheeks of her arse. A 
gasp ran through the crowd as the camera zoomed in to 
her rosebud, from which a stream of silver sparks was 
starting to emerge. The shower continued, growing 
stronger, for over two minutes. Her awkward walk was 
evidently not just the result of a firework in her cunt, 
her bowels must have been stuffed with a large fountain. 
The director cut between zooming shots of her fiery 
bottom and close-ups of her tortured face. As the fire 
died down, and the camera moved in again, the reason 
became obvious, the heat and flames had burnt away her 
sphincter and the inside of her arse cheeks.

She now tottered painfully to her feet and moved to the 
frame. Two assistants ran on to cuff her ankles and 
wrists to it, spreading her arms and legs wide. As soon 
as they had departed small charges under her skin began 
to go off, each crack causing a lump off flesh to fly 
off. After her incredibly stoical start she now began to 
let herself go, whimpering and gasping with each 
assault. The studio audience, by now, were definitely 
showing their approval, cheering loudly when a rapid 
succession of bangs tore apart her tits, drawing the 
first proper scream.

The frame now turned through 180 degrees, showing off 
her back to the audience, and then began to revolve. A 
jet of red sparks burnt through the skin in the centre 
of her back, and then began to spiral outwards, drawing 
a surprisingly loud howl of agony. Even in the green 
room people were cheering as a human Catherine wheel 
span on the screens. All too soon a shredded blackened 
mess was all that was left of her stern. Once again the 
picture cut to show, in close-up, the suffering on her 
face.

Now turned to face the audience once more, the 
contestant set her jaw, obviously preparing for some 
extreme violation. No-one watching was disappointed. 
Jets of flame burst through the skin on her hands and 
feet and began to slowly crawl along her arms and legs 
towards her torso, leaving black lines of burnt flesh 
behind them. When the fire reached the remains of her 
chest a short burst of sparks burst from each nostril 
before her hat erupted into a shower of golden sparks. 
The lines of flame, now green, crawled across her belly, 
burning the word 'BYE' into it, drawing an appreciative 
laugh.

The camera now moved, from a shot of her features 
twisted in agony, to following the line of fire down her 
body to her cunt. As it arrived a jet of yellow flame 
burst from the cylinder lodged there. Everyone was a 
little surprised at the howling scream the remarkably 
stoic performer gave. On the second shriek they 
realised, as her stomach bulged, what was happening. The 
firework lodged in her cunt was double-ended! As a Roman 
candle burnt out her cunt, the other was firing 
explosive charges deep into her guts. The flame turned 
from yellow, to green, to red, and with each change her 
stomach bulged larger, the contestant by now reduced to 
gasping and whimpering, the breath knocked from her.

As the flame changed to silver, a ringing thump sounded 
through the studio. The contestant's stomach stretched 
wide like a balloon, then burst open in a ball of 
roasted intestines and silver flame. As the smoke 
cleared, the human firework, like the remains of all the 
best fireworks, was just a ruined, blackened husk. The 
audience rose to their feet as one.



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Chapter 6 - Friends
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The senior competition was over. The last interval act, 
the perennially popular group Whipt, was being cleared 
from the stage. At last it was time for the final 
category, the new mother-daughter contest. Melody, 
Penny, Gina and Suzy all looked at each other nervously.

"Well, this is it." quavered Penny, "Good luck 
everyone."

"Oh good luck to you too, Penny." Melody moved in to 
give her friend a big hug and a squeeze to her bottom. 
"And good luck to you too Suzy."

In a rush of "good lucks" and "break a legs" from 
everyone, the last comment drawing out nervous grins, 
they moved to their positions at the side of the stage. 
Each mother and daughter pair, like nearly everyone 
around them, tightly holding hands to keep their nerves 
at bay.

****

The first pair of contestants had just walked on stage 
when Penny turned to her mother in some alarm

"Mum!" she hissed, anxiously, "Where are the.. you know, 
for our.." she tried to discretely signal her bottom.

Suzy couldn't help grinning at her daughter's attempts 
to be discreet. "Penny, darling, it's a bit too late to 
be bashful. You've just noticed our arses aren't stuffed 
with a lovely pair of leather floggers, aren't you?"

Penny looked alarmed, had her mother changed their act 
without telling her? "Mum, what's happened to them, 
aren't we using them?"

"Relax darling." Suzy soothed her daughter. "Nothing's 
changed. It's just one of the assistants said they'd be 
too light. He's gone to get a heavier pair with weighted 
ends from the stores. I think that's him coming back 
now."

Penny turned and breathed a sigh of relief. The man 
walking towards them was, indeed, carrying a pair of 
vicious-looking floggers.

"Do you need a hand getting them in?" he asked, 
helpfully, as he handed them over.

"It's fine." Suzy replied, a fun little idea to break 
the tension had occurred to her. "We'll get our friends 
to give us a hand."

The pair, floggers in hand, slipped a few places back in 
the line to where Gina and Melody were standing.

"Hi you two." Suzy whispered. "Would you give us a hand 
getting these firmly embedded?"

"Where?" murmured Melody curiously, as she took one.

"Arseholes!" hissed Penny with a grin.

****

The remains of the  fourth pair of contestants were 
being cleared from the stage. Suzy and her daughter 
Penny were having one final hug before they went out to 
give it their all. Melody and her mother, six places 
behind in the line at the side of the stage, managed to 
catch their friends' eyes and give a quick thumbs up and 
smile

Mother and daughter advanced onto the brightly-lit 
stage, took a bow, then turned to face each other. They 
grabbed the other's upper arms, exchanged a brief smile, 
then bent over until their heads touched. Side-on to the 
audience, the floggers spraying out of their bottoms 
quivering in time with their nerves, they drew an 
unexpected round of applause before the performance had 
truly started.

From the wings on either side, two assistants walked 
out. Dressed head to toe in plain black leather, their 
faces covered and heavy gauntlets on their hands. 
Reaching the two shivering damsels, bent over and 
waiting, they grabbed the floggers and pulled them 
sharply out. With barely a pause they whirled them round 
and began striking hard.

In a couple of minutes, after as many strokes as there 
are had been seconds, the flogging was over. The smooth, 
tight skin of Penny's back and buttocks was now a maze 
of angry red welts. Her mother's skin was barely less 
disfigured. Both were shaking and gasping after this 
first onslaught.

The assistants prized mother and daughter apart, bent 
them over waist high bars, and used their cuffs to 
secure them,. Doubled over, their legs spread wide, the 
audience could see their faces between their ankles, 
streaked with make-up from tears already shed. The 
camera caught their buttocks clenching involuntarily as 
they braced for the next abuse.

Without removing their gauntlets, the leather clad duo 
pulled open the damaged buttocks, and began forcing fat 
leather fingers into pretty little rosebuds. Suzy's well 
used anus opened fairly easily at first, but Penny's 
almost virgin sphincter resisted, drawing gasps and 
whimpers from her as it was brutally forced apart. By 
the time whole fists were inside their bowels, both 
mother and daughter were visibly and audibly in pain, 
blood already running down Penny's thighs. The aides 
didn't pause at these whimpers, but immediately began 
forcing deep into their guts. A scream from Penny, 
closely followed by one from her mother, brought a fresh 
round of appreciation from those watching.

After the gauntlets had been ripped out, leaving gaping 
bloody arseholes, mother and daughter were released and 
stood upright. After such an abusive fisting it was 
clear they could barely support themselves, and the 
assistants quickly moved to attach their left wrist 
cuffs to a pair of hooks that had descended. They then 
strapped two wicked little wire whips to their free 
right hands.

Before being lifted into the air, Suzy leaned over to 
whisper encouragement to her daughter. "Go hard darling. 
I'm going to get you screaming as I strip your skin off 
and you need to be doing the same to me. I know you can 
make my saggy old bottom just shredded muscle before we 
come down."

"Mum! You've got a lovely bottom." Penny whispered back. 
"I reckon taking your arse out will get us more votes 
than destroying mine."

Susie moved to whisper a response, but at that moment 
they were lifted into the air, and knew they needed to 
start lashing out. Their hours of practice, dangling 
from the garage beams at home, paid off with their 
accuracy, and their joint desire to win ensured they 
didn't hold back with their force. Spurred on by the 
chanting of the audience, in a frenzy of brutality, they 
lashed out at the other, not pausing even as their 
swinging bodies crashed together. Within a few seconds 
blood was flying and, by the time they were lowered 
again to the stage, neither Suzy's toned arse, nor 
Penny's cute little bottom, was recognisable. All that 
was left of either rear was a mangled and bloody mess. 
Unable to stand, they let their free wrists be fastened 
to the hooks, leaving them half dangling, feet on the 
stage floor.

With professional speed, the assistants locked the ankle 
cuffs to rings in the floor, and an unseen technician 
raised the ropes at their wrists, until both females 
were stretched taut and immovable, Their torturers 
disappeared briefly from the stage, when they returned 
an excited murmur ran through the audience, each was 
carrying an, already lit, acetylene torch.

Both Penny and Suzy visibly swallowed as the searing 
white flames approached them. They both had good reason, 
letting out steam-whistle screams as the torches were 
trained on their bellies. After only a few seconds the 
flames burnt through their backs, when the torches were 
pulled away an inch wide hole had been burnt right 
through their torsos. The assistants were well-trained, 
and they left just enough time for the foreknowledge of 
the pain to sink in before plying the flame on the other 
side of their victim's stomachs, drawing out a pair of 
howls at least as shrill as the last.

When the torches were shut off, and the assistants 
dropped down to release the ankles of the screaming duo, 
an impressive sight was left. Both of their bellies now 
sported a pair of smouldering holes through which, when 
the camera closed in, the backdrop to the set could be 
clearly seen.

Penny was moved to stand behind her mother, although it 
was clear from the strain in her arms that she was more 
dangling than standing. A close-up showed a wire being 
pushed through a hole in Penny's stomach before emerging 
from the matching one in her mother's. Another wire was 
pushed through the other set of holes and then both were 
tied tight round the rings over their belly buttons.

"This is it darling, are you ready?" Suzy whispered 
hoarsely to her daughter, her vocal chords half wrecked 
from screaming.

"I'm good mum." Penny managed to whimper back, shaking 
from the pain. "We're going to win, I can feel it."

After barely time for this brief exchange, they were 
once more lifted into the air, tied together like a 
brace of game. The leather clad assistants approached 
them once more, this time carrying heavy wooden bats 
covered with wicked metal studs.

The audience began a rhythmical stomp of encouragement 
as they realised what was happening. Dangling from a 
rope, about to be hit by masked figures carrying bats, 
the contestants were human piņatas.

Melody, watching enviously from the wings, remembered 
worrying if the studio assistants would be any good. 
Now, as she looked out at her friend, her already 
brutally violated body being macerated under a hail of 
blows, she relaxed, this pair knew their job. Some of 
the blows landed on their legs, and one had even broken 
Suzy's nose, but most were crashing into the tits, 
bellies and cunts of the howling pair.

The damage from the studded bats was impressive, many of 
the contestants waiting in the wings, including Melody 
and her mother, were cheering along with the audience. 
Their skin turned from flaming red to a bruised purple, 
then began to split under the constant pummelling. 
Suzy's right breast was the first to go, splitting open, 
it's meat splattering out. There was an extra loud cheer 
after the crack as Melody's pubic bone gave way, 
producing a torrent of urine as her bladder collapsed.

The fronts of Suzy and Penny were soon as bloody a mess 
as their arses, their tits empty shreds of skin, their 
stomachs, cunts and thighs reduced to strips of flesh. 
Both mother and daughter were now virtually silent, 
broken ribs had reduced them to gasping and moaning. Now 
the force of the bats was doubled, concentrated on the 
contestants' bellies. As fat and shredded muscle flew 
away, their guts were revealed.

When the TV picture moved in for a close-up of the 
abused bodies, everyone could see oddly swollen 
uteruses. An excited murmur ran through the crowd in 
anticipation of what would happen next. A pair of 
perfectly timed blows release the tension, the wombs 
burst like balloons, and a shower of sweets and small 
toys flew out, bringing the, now laughing, audience to 
its feet.

"How did they do that?" whispered Melody to her mother 
in the wings.

"Okay." holding up her hands in mock submission, her 
mother confessed. "I knew about that bit. Suzy needed a 
hand this morning with the injection to relax her 
cervix. I ended up spending quite some time with my 
hands up their cunts."

"Mummy," Melody giggled, "you said cunt."

"We're about to compete in a snuff contest." Gina 
replied calmly, unabashed, "I think it's too late to 
worry about coarse language." She grabbed her daughters 
pussy. "Anyway, you know what I'm about to do to this 
little cunt."

Mother and daughter exchanged a conspiratorial smile 
before turning back to see the action on the stage.

Their friends were now dangling limply above the stage, 
their bodies split open and broken like roadkill. 
Neither were doing more than gasp and whimper, but the 
agony that had been inflicted was written across their 
faces.

The tortured duo were lifted out of sight as a sheet of 
metal was wheeled on to the stage. Six feet high, it was 
held vertically in a frame, its top edge sharpened to a 
blade. When the assistants had retired there was a drum 
roll, and everybody held their breath. A dull clang, a 
last impossible scream, and mother and daughter fell, 
feet first, from the flies. The positioning was perfect, 
the blade passed smoothly between their legs. In unison 
the audience exhaled, satisfied, the blade had sliced 
perfectly through cunts, bellies and chests. The drop 
had been carefully planned to not have enough force to 
cut through skulls, so that their cleft bodies hung 
either side of the metal.

"Fuck yes!" shouted Melody from the wings, clapping and 
punching the air, if her mother was swearing she wasn't 
going to restrain her feelings. "That was bloody 
brilliant!"

The reverse guillotine was a hit. The cheering didn't 
subside until the stage had been swept for the next 
entry.

"I'm glad I'm not them." said Melody, nodding to a very 
nervous looking mother and daughter who were preparing 
to go on. "Imagine following that."

****

Both were glad they hadn't followed their friends. The 
next pair competing, while pretty good, had clearly been 
put off by Penny and Suzy's spectacular display. Most of 
the other competitors managed to recover their composure 
though.

The human conkers were good, swinging across the stage, 
their tits being slowly sliced by the thin wire nooses 
that bore their weight. Each time they crashed together 
the sharp spikes covering their costumes tore at the 
other's flesh. By the time the mother's boobs gave way, 
and she fell to a howling end on a spiked carpet that 
had been laid on the stage, her entire body was gouged 
and bloody. A sharp jerk on the daughter's wire finished 
her de-breasting, and she fell to the same fate as her 
mother.

One of the simplest, but remarkably effective, acts, was 
a team dressed as cowgirls. The daughter hung by her 
wrists in a paper-thin costume, her mother lowered 
herself onto a blunt spike to slowly impale. As she sank 
to her doom on the spike, the mother lashed out at the 
daughter with a razor embedded nine tailed whip, each 
stroke ripping handfuls of flesh away. By the time the 
mother was gone, her daughter's torso was little more 
than bone.


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Chapter 7 - Family
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Gina and Melody stood alone in the wings, the last act 
of the evening. Both trembling a little, but reassured 
by the other's hand clasped tightly in theirs. As they 
waited a technician approached, and signalled four ropes 
with hooks on the end to be lowered to them.

"I hope you can keep quiet ladies." the technician 
whispered to them. "A scream now would rather dampen 
your entrance."

"Don't worry." Gina joked. "My entrance is pretty damp 
already."

"Mother!"

"Snuff contest, remember?" Gina reminded her. "If I want 
to admit to feeling turned on I think I can. Anyway, 
isn't your pussy a little damp?"

Melody realised she might as well 'fess up, "Okay, it's 
dripping. I know I've always looked forward to this, but 
I didn't realise quite how excited it'd make me."

"Come on then ladies, bend over. And try to keep still." 
the technician got down to business. "If I don't get 
these deep enough they'll just rip through, and then 
you'll be splatting on the stage. I reckon none of us 
want that, we haven't had a zero score for a while now."

"Bugger that! Get them in deep."

Mother and daughter knelt down and bent over, clenching 
their jaws hard to avoid screaming as the hooks were 
forced through the fat and muscle of their arses, one in 
each cheek.

"Ready to go." the technician told them, giving an, 
entirely unnecessary, slap to their captive rears. He 
signalled to an operator to start lifting them up.

Twenty foot up in the air, they slackened their jaws and 
panted a little, a brief pause giving them a little 
respite. There was time for one final kiss before they 
flew sideways out onto the stage to a round of applause.

Gina landed, elbows and knees on the stage. Melody flew 
in behind her to, quite gently, pull the hooks out of 
her arse, leaving her free. She was then flown a little 
forward to stand, a little unbalanced, in front of her 
mother. Leaving Gina free to pull the hooks, somewhat 
less gently, from her own behind.

"Okay mum I get it." Melody hissed, after her sudden 
yelp of pain, "Full on, or nothing."

She turned, grabbed her smiling mother by the hair, and 
dragged her backwards over a bench, before locking her 
hands to cuffs beneath it. Another second's work and her 
mother's legs were spread uncomfortably wide and locked 
in place as well, leaving her cunt and arsehole, with 
their ring of soft red hair, exposed to the world.

Melody cradled her mother's pliant mammaries in her 
hands and turned to the audience. "Shall I breastfeed?"

A whoop went up from the audience. She turned back to 
her mother, registered an almost imperceptible nod, and 
descended on the breasts that had suckled her, teeth 
barred. With impressive viciousness, she tore and 
chewed, lacerating Gina's bust to the accompaniment of 
her howls of pain.

Practice makes perfect. In a brief handful of minutes, 
Melody had reduced Gina's well-formed boobs to shredded 
fat and skin, their contents scattered around. A quick 
slap across her keening mothers face, and she turned to 
face the audience once more, a metal dildo in her hand, 
covered in wicked half-inch spikes, it's polished 
surfaces glittering in the lights.

The audience cheered, a good pussy reaming was always a 
vote winner. Delightfully slowly, Melody forced all 
eight lacerating inches into her mother's expose gash, 
pausing to let the first trickle of blood to seep out.

"Hope you're ready mum." Melody murmured in a low voice. 
"I can't believe I'm finally here and about to shred 
your cunt."

"Fast and hard darling." Gina managed to slip through 
clenched teeth, "We won't win if I don't howl."

Melody ripped the dildo, and a quarter pound of shredded 
flesh, out of her mother's snatch, before thrusting the 
blood soaked toy back in to its hilt. The sounds she 
tore from Gina as her sex was ripped apart were 
everything they could have hoped for. After barely half 
a dozen strokes, there was not enough left of Gina's 
cunt to provide resistance even to the spikes. Her pussy 
reduced to a bloody chamber between her legs.

"Right." panted Gina. "Release me and I'll rip your 
tight little snatch apart."

Melody grinned at her mother, this was her moment to 
shine. Abusing was good fun, but she'd always wanted to 
star herself. With alacrity she freed Gina's ankles and 
wrists from their restraints, and helped raise her 
damaged body from the bench.

Melody slipped off her corset with well-practised hands. 
Gina shuffled painfully over to the chair that Melody 
clambered into, blood still running from her macerated 
tits and cunt. Melody had already positioned her feet in 
the stirrups, and in a few seconds she was firmly 
strapped in, arms and legs secure, her own intimate 
parts now on full display.

"Let's see what I can do with this little cunt then." 
murmured Gina, even managing half a grin, despite the 
pain from her abused body.

"Cunt it is then mum." Melody snickered, then loud 
enough for everyone to hear, "Open my cunt mummy and 
make me a star!"

Gina grabbed something like an industrial speculum, 
four-bladed and with an oversized ratchet. She began 
pushing and twisting to force it into her daughters 
tight pussy. Melody grunted with discomfort, even this 
was stretching her little used snatch more than was 
pleasant. As Gina began turning the ratchet, the blades 
now in the teenagers sex to the hilt, Melody's grunts 
turned to whimpers and gasps.

The silence from those watching was intense. A gaping 
chasm was appearing between the wailing redhead's legs 
as Gina steadily turned the ratchet, pushing the blades 
further and further apart. Soon the tortured girl was 
howling, the horribly overstretched walls of her pussy 
being crushed into the bone of her pelvis. A crack, and 
an ear-splitting scream, announced the moment her pelvic 
bone gave way. When Gina finally released the speculum 
and pulled it out, her daughter's cunt remained wide 
enough for a fist, torn so badly it would never recover.

While the audience was still clapping, Gina signalled to 
the flies and a pair of razor-sharp hooks descended on 
the end of a steel cable. She delicately grasped her 
girl's nipple and pulled at the young breast until it 
was drawn out taut. Looking straight into her daughter's 
eyes, she grabbed a hook and jammed it through the base 
of the stretched tit, smiling at the reaction. With 
barely a pause, she grabbed the remaining wicked hook 
and ripped it through Melody's other, unblemished 
breast.

"Darling, I have a confession." whispered Gina, as she 
bent over to kiss her whimpering daughter. "I've been 
really looking forward to the next bit, seeing that 
lovely smooth belly of yours hard and swollen."

"Fucking hell mum." Melody breathed back. "If you'd told 
me we could have tried it out in practice."

"We couldn't, this is going to ruin your sweet young 
skin."

Melody, tied fast to the chair, watched as her mother 
picked up a high-pressure hose and began feeding its 
deep into her arse. When over three foot had 
disappeared, the water was turned on. Within seconds the 
girl's flat stomach had begun to swell, and her face was 
showing signs of discomfort. The water was only turned 
off when her belly was swollen like an outsize football, 
her face screwed up in pain, and her breathing fast and 
shallow.

"Welcome to pregnancy dear." Gina gave her daughter a 
sly smile. "You know, we should have actually got you 
knocked up for this."

"Don't be silly mum." panted Melody, even now clear 
about their performance. "That would ruin the ending. 
Anyway, I want you eating shit."

Those were the last words Melody got to utter. With 
their little shared moment of fun over, they focused 
again to provide what they hoped would be a winning 
finale. Another hose descended from the flies and Gina 
forced it down her daughters throat to her stomach, 
before locking it in place with clips driven through the 
girl's abused cheeks.

Gina reached over and released the straps holding her, 
now bizarrely distorted, daughter to the chair. Grossly 
swollen, pelvis broken, racked with pain, and unable 
even to scream, Melody couldn't now rise even if she 
wanted too.

There was a ripple of excitement as Gina held up a tube 
of FastLok, a super-strong adhesive. Glue, while not 
unheard of, was a pretty rare tool in a snuff contest. 
With exaggerated care, she parted the cheeks of Melody's 
bottom and liberally spread the paste around her 
puckered hole.

"Okay darling, I'm latching on." Gina murmured. "Don't 
forget, hold on as long as you can before feeding me."

Melody planned to do her best. But with her breathing 
becoming ever more strained, and pain running through 
her body, she wasn't sure how long she could keep her 
arsehole shut.

Gina positioned herself carefully before pressing her 
wide open mouth against her daughter's sphincter, 
knowing a mistake now would ruin the whole performance. 
She didn't miss, and in a few seconds her lips were 
glued tight around Melody's rosebud. The winch slowly 
began to rise, pulling Melody up by the hooks through 
her tits, only stopping when Gina was also clear of the 
floor. 

Ingenuity was always a big hit with the audience and 
they were showing their appreciation for the amazing 
scene before them. Melody, hung from tender young 
breasts stretched taut and thin, the weight already 
starting to rip the hooks through her flesh, her belly 
full and tight, like a woman desperate to give birth. 
Dangling between her legs, the skin on her face 
distorted as though it was about to tear off, was her 
mother. Their battered bodies so different from the 
smooth, unblemished pair who had so recently flown out 
onto the stage.

Gina was thrashing about, her legs kicking wildly. The 
pain, as the skin of her face bore her entire weight, 
must have been immense, but the only sound she could 
make was a muffled nasal whine. Melody, unable to scream 
either, was struggling too, the added pain, as her 
mother ripped at her arse, was making holding her enema 
very difficult. A look of positive relief crossed her 
face as she finally let go, filling her mother's mouth 
with the cesspit contents of her bowels.

Jerking ever more wildly, Gina struggled, drowning in 
the shit laden water from her own daughter's arse that 
was blocking all her airways. With perfect timing, the 
camera moved in to capture the moment her torso sagged, 
drawing the putrid liquid into her lungs. Her struggles 
grew fainter, a thin dribble of piss showing when the 
end was reached.

Melody hung above the stage, gasping for air herself. 
Her tits, stretched almost a foot long, were bloody and 
nearly torn through. Her emptied belly was saggy and 
stretch-marked. Between her legs, hanging like a bizarre 
abortion, were the abused remains of her dead mother.

The audience might have guessed what was coming next, 
but they didn't show any less appreciation. Melody's 
already ruined belly began to swell again. The hose into 
her stomach had been turned on.

No-one was in any doubt when Melody's stomach burst. Her 
belly had already swollen nearly to the size it had 
reached with the enema by then. As the acid burned 
through her guts her whole body became violently 
animated, kicking and thrashing wildly. The sudden 
savage movements finally tore her mother's body from 
her, ripping away a good chunk of her arse, still glued 
to Gina's lips, and leaving Melody herself hanging from 
one remaining breast.

Having been blown up again like a balloon, the sudden 
release, as a large exit was torn from Melody, had a 
dramatic effect. Shit, guts, blood and water streamed 
from the tortured girl, splashing and splattering over 
her mother's mutilated corpse as it fell on the stage 
beneath her. As her bowels were ripped from her, her 
body gave up the struggle too, and she hung limp. This 
perfect little tableau had the audience on its feet for 
the last time that night.

****

As the curtain fell on the last interval act of the 
evening, the MC, Madeline, moved smartly out to the 
centre of the stage for the final time. She was now 
dressed in a figure-hugging red ball gown. Cut to the 
waist, the thin material billowing around her, showing 
off her toned legs and just a hint of more.

"This has been a great new addition to the contest I 
think you'll agree. Tonight's mother and daughter teams 
have really done us proud."

She paused to let the audience quieten a little. "Well 
this has been the closest vote we've ever had, but I 
won't hold you in suspense. By the narrowest margin 
we've seen in 34 years, the first ever winners of the 
mother-daughter team event are Gina and Melody Williams 
from right here in Bearton!"

An enormous cheer went up from the audience, delighted 
one of the local teams had won.

"And their nominated prize-winner is Gina's husband and 
Melody's father Arthur - Arthur, come on out here."

A pair of women, one older, the other still a teenager, 
dressed in matching velvet ball gowns, guided Arthur out 
to the centre of the stage between them. Dazed, but 
beaming and proud, Arthur blinked under the bright 
studio lights.  

"Well, Arthur, how are you feeling?"

"Just really pleased Maddy. I knew they were something 
special, but tonight Melody and Gina really gave it 
their all. They really deserved to win and I'm just so 
glad that they did."

"So am I, Arthur."

An assistant, naked and painted gold, walked on stage 
holding a large, heavily decorated, silver cup.

"Arthur. It gives me great pleasure to present you with 
this new trophy for the mother and daughter competition. 
Already engraved with Gina and Melody's names as the 
first ever winners."

Arthur lifted the cup high to the cheers of the 
audience.

"Thank you. This is going in pride of place on my 
mantelpiece."

"That's not all Arthur. As the nominated prize-winner 
for this new category we have something extra-special 
for you. You'll be getting your own mother and daughter 
team to demonstrate your skills on." Madeline paused a 
moment to let the shock and delight of this news pass 
across Arthur's face before asking him, "Any idea what 
you'll do with them?"

"After all the inspirational stuff I've seen tonight 
it's hard to decide, but some tit hanging will 
definitely be involved - Melody looked superb with her 
boobs stretched like that."

A little gasp, half fear, half excitement, made Arthur's 
head swivel to look at the pretty teenager still holding 
his left arm.

"Yes, Arthur, from the look on your face I think you've 
guessed. Those two beauties on your arms are Eloise and 
Mona, the mother and daughter team who have been 
selected as the star prize for tonight."

"Wow Maddy! This is amazing! Thank you all so much."

"Well I just hope you let us here at National 
Broadcasting come along to see what you do with your 
prizes."

With assurances that he would, Arthur, his chest swollen 
with pride and a huge grin on his face, holding one 
trophy, was guided back off stage by his other trophies. 
Madeline turned to address the cheering audience for one 
last time.

"Thank you everyone for coming tonight and giving all 
our contestants a big send-off. Thank you everyone at 
home for watching, I hope you had as good a time as we 
did here in the studio. And, most importantly, thank you 
to all our contestants, your skill and imagination never 
fails to impress me."

The clapping, cheering and hollering, which had been 
building through these words, overwhelmed all other 
noise. It wasn't until it had died a little that the MC 
was able to give her parting lines. 

"Finally, don't forget all you necro lovers, the charity 
auction for the contestants' bodies starts at 10 sharp 
tomorrow. If you like your meat cold you don't want to 
miss it! Thank you everyone and good night!"



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Epilogue
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Arthur had tremendous fun with Eloise and Mona. The TV 
special when he snuffed them was regularly shown in 
programs of snuff highlights, even coming third in a 
'top ten most imaginative uses of a kitchen implement' 
show.

Alice's body was bought back at auction by her mother. 
She used it to put on the display she'd secretly always 
wanted to, for the private enjoyment of her husband.

Madeline, after a decade of having to watch others 
perform on stage, became, the following year, the only 
person to snuff on stage who wasn't competing. She went 
out in a spectacular finale act with the cheers of the 
audience ringing in her ears.

********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.