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 =========== The Contest =========== by Urquhart Devlin ------------------------------- Chapter 1 - From Talk to Trials ------------------------------- "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." -------------------------------- Chapter 2 - From Club to College -------------------------------- 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. ------------------------ Chapter 3 - Work & Home ------------------------ "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." ------------------------------------ Chapter 4 - New Friends, Old Friends ------------------------------------ "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. ------------------------------- Chapter 5 - Openers & Intervals ------------------------------- 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. ------------------- Chapter 6 - Friends ------------------- 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. ------------------ Chapter 7 - Family ------------------ 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!" -------- Epilogue -------- 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.