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Perfect Little Birthday Present

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by Urquhart Devlin

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Chapter One - Talking Points
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"I have another idea if you're interested."

"I hope it's something good this time. He never used

that toolkit I bought him last year."

Sammy and her mother were chatting in the kitchen

together, cooking supper and discussing her father's
upcoming birthday. Less than a week to go, but Sammy, as
usual, hadn't thought of a present for him yet - that
was why she was badgering her mother for ideas. There'd
been the usual boring suggestions, socks and chocolates,
easily rejected. Now her mother's face lit up, she'd
thought of something rather special.

"He'll definitely like this idea, but only if you're

really up for it."

"Okay mum, you've got me interested. What is it?"

"Well, why don't you put on a snuff show for him?"

That stopped the teenager in her tracks. It wasn't

something she'd thought of it before, but why not? She
knew her dad enjoyed a good snuff show. He'd been
complaining only last week he never seemed to find the
time to get to them any more.

"That's a great idea mum! I'm sure dad'll love it."

Sammy answered, relieved - finally a decent idea.

It was an exciting choice, but the initial high quickly

wore off. What did she really know about putting on a
snuff show? Sammy paused in her work and looked to her
mother.

"You'll have to help me with it though."

"Of course I will, darling." Debbie grinned, " We might

even make him glad you gave him that toolkit."

"Does that mean you'll MC for me?"

"I'd love to." Debbie said enthusiastically, then

hesitated - was her daughter just being polite?
She tried suggesting an alternative MC, but not too
forcefully, "Unless you want your sister to do it?"

"Eve! No!" Sammy and Eve were constantly at loggerheads,

Eve always trying to upstage her big sister.

Debbie's couldn't stop her face breaking into a cheerful

smile, even as she attempted to lightly chastise her
eldest daughter, "Don't be so mean, I'm sure Eve would
do her best."

"So long as she can take the spotlight, yes."

Debbie diplomatically ignored this. "I am glad you chose

me though. I reckon we can have some fun."

That made Sammy look at her mother's face. The woman was
as delighted like you'd expect a mother to be, but not
as surprised to be asked as Sammy would have expected.
She wanted to know why.

"Did you plan this? I think you knew I'd want somebody
familiar - and that I'd never choose Eve." The look on
her mother's face answered her question. "How long have
you been trying to get at me?"

"Pretty much since you first started growing tits." her

mother confessed. "I've just been wondering how to
persuade you."

"Well, I didn't take a lot of persuading, did I?" Sammy

wanted to be upset at this news, but was too full of
nervous excitement to care. Instead she just squeezed
her prominent bosom. "At least now you've waited these
are a better target."

They certainly were a better target. Since blossoming

into womanhood, there was no danger of Sammy being
mistaken for a boy. Even in her best sports bra, her
breasts bounced around like a pair of hyperactive
kittens.

"The pleasure of a young body." Debbie looked at her

daughter's soft curves with a little regret. "I always
meant to star in a show when I was your age."

"Why didn't you?"

"You know. I got distracted, met your dad." Debbie

blustered a little. "Then it was too late."

"Never mind mum." Sammy consoled her. "You can do

everything you missed out on to me."

"Everything?" Debbie looked hopeful.

Sammy swallowed. Her mother often went with her dad to

snuff shows, and came home pretty excited after who knew
what extreme stuff. Would she want her daughter to do
all of that? Still, if she was giving her father a
present, why not give her mother one as well?

"I promise, anything you like."

****

Well, she thought, later that evening as she lay in her

bedroom, she was committed now. Her mother had always
taught her to take a promise seriously. At least it
would only be in front of her parents and sister, she'd
never fancied taking part in a public show.

Sammy had always been a little shy about her body. While
not exactly fat, she was definitely quite plump. Her
generous tits had always been a source of pride to her,
but also the cause of some embarrassment. Like most
women she thought her bum was too fat, but then she'd
never seen the admiring glances that often followed her.
She'd always liked her hair though, thick, brown and cut
well below her shoulders.

Safe in the privacy of her bedroom, Sammy stripped and

went to stand in front of the long mirror on her
wardrobe. wondering how she'd look as she entertained
her father. She tried sucking in her tummy as she stood
profiled in the glass, but that didn't help. At least
she'd been lucky enough to grow a thick thatch of dark
pubes to hide her most intimate parts, even when naked.
Not, she suspected, that they would help much in the
long run. Sammy had never really been interested in
watching snuff shows, but she'd picked up enough to
realise she'd probably have to expose everything.

Being naked shouldn't be too bad, she thought, everyone

who'll be there has seen all my bits before, even if it
was quite a long time ago. Choosing mum was a good move,
she always makes things fun. With mamma their keeping
everything light, there is a good chance I'll get over
the naked bit without even caring.

****

"Mum, why was the social club ringing to confirm your

room booking for dad's birthday?"

Debbie looked puzzled at the question. "For our snuff

show of course. We'd never get everybody into the living
room."

Sammy looked horrified. "You're inviting an audience!

You know I hate being the centre of attention."

"Of course love." Debbie gave her daughter a concerned

smile. "Surely you know I enjoy humiliation, that's why
I asked you if you meant everything."

She hadn't realised her mother was into humiliation.

Maybe if she'd been a little more curious as to why her
parents always came back from a snuff show on a high,
but Sammy preferred getting to bed early. Her sister Eve
was always the attentive audience for her mother to
relive the night to.

"So all of dad's friends are going to be there to see

me?"

"And mine as well." Debbie looked surprised, but was

there just a hint she was starting to enjoy Sammy's
discomfort? "And the rest of the family of course."

Her cousins, aunts and uncles, even grandparents, she

was going to be exposed in front of all of them! And
then another shocking thought came to her, "You haven't
invited any of my friends?"

"All the ones I could think of, yes." Debbie was now
definitely looking delighted at Sammy's distress. "You
did say I should do everything to you I'd ever wanted
for myself, and being degraded in front of everyone you
know is right up there. That's why I invited all the
kids from your class."

"Hang on!..." Sammy started to protest, this last news

really pushing her limits. Then she paused, she had made
a promise.

Debbie leapt into the gap while her daughter was

thinking, "Come on Sammy. It's not going to be much of a
snuff show for your dad if there's only us four there."

This was a good point. Reluctantly, she said, "I suppose

so, I just hadn't thought about being in public."

"That's my girl. And, don't worry, I'll be there."

Sammy even managed to smile at this. "Yes, but you'll be

the one tormenting me."

"True, but isn't it better to have someone who really

knows how to push your buttons, so you put on a great
show?"

She was almost annoyed at the sense this made, but

intelligent enough not to try and deny it. "You're right
mum. I'm sorry, I hadn't thought it through. Dad does
like humiliation, doesn't he? 'Cos this is going to be
totally embarrassing."

"Maybe not as much as me, but he's often said it

wouldn't be a proper snuff show without it."

The shock diminishing, Sammy was coming round to the

idea. Anyway, she'd wanted to give her mother a real
present as well, and the excited look on Debbie's face
was what she'd been after. She liked pleasing her
parents, so, even with this latest news, Sammy still
reckoned getting her mother to help had been a good
idea.

Sammy reached over and drew her mother in for a big hug.
She might be nervous - she hadn't bargained for all this
- but she was determined to get it right.

"Thanks mum. I knew I needed you around, otherwise it

just wouldn't be the same."

Even as they hugged, Sammy discovered another unexpected

consequence when she felt her mother's hand cupping one
of her buttocks.

"Mum! We're not performing yet."

"I know that dear. But, if you're serious about putting

on a good show, I need to be familiar with your body."

Sammy realised her mother hadn't seen her naked for

years. It wasn't unreasonable to want to get a feel for
her body. Trying to be practical she asked, "Do you need
me to strip for you?"

"That would be good, but not now." she saw the relief in
her daughter's face. "We'll do it properly tomorrow
after school, so I can take some photos and
measurements."

Debbie felt a little thrill of surrogate pleasure as she

watched her teenager's face fall. She might be past
performing herself, but she couldn't help being excited
at the thought of living out her dreams through her
daughter.

****

It was odd being at school the next day. The invitations

would be in the post and she knew how, all too soon,
everyone would be looking at her and wondering.

Luckily after lunch she had a class with Miss Corby.

That provided a distraction for her. Miss Corby was a
slim young blonde, with a sweet oval face and a pair of
full, kissable lips, always dressed in smart, but very
flattering, clothes. Sammy certainly wasn't the only
person in the school to have a thing for this teacher,
but she was among the most ardent.

The class wasn't holding her attention, and, without

realising, she squirmed gently in her seat as she
fantasised about the pretty blonde teacher. In her mind
Miss Corby had pushed her back, naked, into her chair,
and was kissing down her belly to reach the moist cleft
between her legs, where a probing tongue could drive her
wild.

"Sammy! Are you listening to me?"

Her teacher's sharp voice snapped Sammy out of her

reverie. She reluctantly left behind the image of Miss
Corby rising from between her legs to kiss her full on
the mouth, the dampness of her sex still on those soft
pink lips.

She could hardly look at her teacher's face as she

mumbled, "Yes miss."

"Try to pay attention Sammy." Miss Corby sighed,

ignoring the obvious lie.

****

Leaving school, lost in her own thoughts, Sammy started

when a hand gently grabbed her arm.

"You've been a bit quiet today Sam. What's up?"

Sammy turned to see Alicia, probably her best friend in

the school. Should she confide in her? Why not? If her
mum hadn't forgotten, the invites had gone out today,
she might as well spill and see if Alicia had any
advice.

"It's about my dad's birthday present." Sammy confessed.

"I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing."

"Why?" Alicia sounded intrigued. "What have you got

him?"

"Not exactly got him." she looked awkward. "It's more

what I'm giving him. My mum suggested I do a snuff show,
and I said yes."

Alicia looked at her friend in astonishment. If she'd

had to guess which of the sisters would put on a stuff
show, it wouldn't have been Sammy. "Wow! I'm impressed,
I didn't think you had it in you."

"I'm not sure I do any longer." Sammy admitted. "I was

thinking of a little family thing at home, but my mum's
gone and hired a room. I think she's planning on
inviting everybody."

"Including me?" Alicia asked excitedly. "I wouldn't want

to miss that."

Her friend's enthusiasm didn't cheer her up, and Sammy

dispiritedly replied, "I'm sure you're invited. You and
everybody else getting to see my fat ugly body."

"You're not fat, or ugly. I know you're not skinny, but

most people like a bit of flesh on a snuff girl, it
always looks better when they're shaking or being hit."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah. Anyway, skinny girls break too easily. You can

really mess up a fat girl before you've cracked a single
bone."

"And how would you know that?"

"You should have come when my parents invited you to

join my birthday treat. In the lobby there was this
great whale of a girl and a bloke with a baseball bat -
trying to set some kind of record apparently. Anyway, he
was still going after the show. The whale was really
messed up, but she could still move."

"That sounds okay. It's just doing the naked bit, I'm
not like my sister."

"Like anybody's going to bother to come and see Eve

naked." Alicia replied sardonically, then, after a
moment's pause for thought, added, "Again."

This made them both chuckle. After that, they managed to

keep the conversation much lighter. By the time she said
goodbye to Alicia at the end of her road, Sammy was
feeling really quite cheerful.

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Chapter Two - The Small Reveal
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"And the knickers as well, I'm going to need to see

everything."

It wasn't going too well in the spare bedroom upstairs.

To start with Sammy had been okay posing when still
fully clothed. She hadn't really minded when being
photographed bent over or with her legs spread. Now her
mother was getting her to strip, and it was proving even
more embarrassing than she'd expected. Last time she'd
been naked with her mother there'd been nothing much to
hide, but that had been many years ago. Now she was bent
in an awkward pose, trying to conceal her prominent
breasts, while pointlessly trying to negotiate with her
mother to at least keep her pants on.

"Are you sure mum? Do I really need to expose those bits

before dad's birthday?"

Debbie did her best to suppress a giggle as she

answered, her daughter's squirming attempts to preserve
her modesty were proving pretty funny, but she answered
seriously enough.

"Of course you do, darling. I'm going to need to see

what I'm working with. I know it's uncomfortable for
you. Maybe you could look at it as training."

If she didn't make some effort, it probably wouldn't be

much of a present. That thought left Sammy looking a
little abashed as her mother continued.
"Now stop being so shy, it's only us two here. Take your
hand off your pussy and let those lovely big tits free."

Her mother walked round the bed, allowing Sammy to catch

a glimpse of herself in the big mirror on the wardrobe.
Even she could see what a ridiculous sight she
presented, hunched over in an obviously failing attempt
to preserve her modesty. Debbie was on the verge of
bursting anyway, and her daughter's sudden spurt of
giggles pushed her over the edge.

It was a couple of minutes before either could regain

their composure. Eventually Sammy managed to calm down
enough to remember why she was here. Buoyed by the
moment, she hastily pulled off her knickers and stood up
straight.

"Is this better?"

Moved by seeing her daughter finally naked, Debbie

managed to get control of herself once more.

"Much better. Give us a twirl so I can look all round."

From an unexpectedly thick bush, surrounded by shapely

hips, to positively pendulous breasts, Debbie was taking
in her daughter's nude form with something approaching
envy. Professional once more, she moved in to take a
closer look.

"Well." she said, as she grasped one of Sammy's breasts,

only drawing a slight gasp. "These are certainly going
to give me plenty to work with."

"Thanks, I suppose."

"Turn round so I can see your bum."

Another hand lingering over her naked buttocks.

Sammy felt the soft flesh compress as her mother

squeezed. "All right mum, you don't need to rub it in. I
know I've got a monster bum."

"Don't be silly. It's a very nice bottom. Lovely and

soft."

"You're my mother, of course you like it. Everyone else

will think it's fat."

"Absolutely not!" her mother replied, tartly, "I'm sure

everyone's going to enjoy seeing these cheeks, before
and after."

"Mum! I'm not a piece of meat."

Debbie smiled. "Not yet, give me a chance."

Sammy was a little taken aback at this brutal honesty.
Apprehensive but intrigued, in her confusion she
couldn't think how to respond.

"Lie back on the bed and try to get your legs over your
head."

Now Sammy said something, "Surely you don't need to see

all down there mum?"

"I thought we'd got over this." Debbie looked almost

annoyed at her daughter. "Everyone's going to see your
pussy in the show, you might as well let me take a good
look at it now."

"Are you going to be feeling it as well?"

"And slipping a finger or two in to test its

flexibility."

Sammy realised her mother was making a bit of an

assumption. Mortified at what she had to say, she
blurted it out in a single gulp, "You do know I'm a
virgin mum?"

Now it was Debbie's turn to be surprised, "I didn't

realise, I thought you'd lost it with Paul at the end of
the holidays."

"No I didn't. I meant to, but then his dad dragged him
away on a surprise trip and we rather lost touch."

Debbie sat on the bed beside her daughter, and gave her
a big hug. Not the response the girl had expected when
she spilled this embarrassingly intimate news.

"Why didn't you say anything before? That's great!"

" I just thought it was rather awkward." she mumbled,

uncertain at this positive reception.

Debbie looked at her daughter in concern. She'd never

tried to hide the facts of life from Sammy. How did she
manage to stay so ignorant?

"Awkward? It's fantastic! Don't you know how rare it is

to see a girl violated for the first time at her own
snuff show? Everybody is going to be talking about our
performance." A worrying thought occurred to her. "You
are planning on staying a virgin until your dad's
birthday."

Sammy hadn't realised her maidenhead would be such draw,

but then she'd never shared the rest of her family's
interest in snuff. Eve, her younger sister, had been
taken to a couple of shows as a special treat, but she'd
always preferred to stay at home reading. She was honest
enough to admit to herself that was probably why she
remained unspoilt.
"I was thinking of trying to lose it before the show,
but if it'll make that much difference, I don't mind
giving it a miss."

"That's my girl." Debbie said encouragingly, privately

wondering if her intensely shy daughter would have
managed to anyway. "You'll make your dad proud."

"What on earth are you two up to!" there was a touch of

astonishment in the voice that broke into their private
moment. It went on, "Those aren't Sammy's stupidly sized
knockers on display are they? I never thought they'd
ever see daylight!"

Eve had been surprised to come home to a deserted house.

Hearing a noise from upstairs, she'd crept up to hear
voices coming from the spare bedroom. Whatever she'd
been expecting, it wasn't the sight of her older sister
stark naked and being hugged by her mother.

"Hi Eve." Eve's mother looked unfazed, while her big

sister was scrabbling around for something to cover
herself. "I'm glad you're home, there's something we
need to discuss with you."

"You've decided to make Sammy stay naked until she gets

a man?" Eve spoke with the confidence of someone who had
no problems in that area.

"Eve!" Sammy protested, struggling into her T-shirt.

"Now Eve, that's hardly fair." Debbie gently admonished

her. "If Sammy behaved like you, I wouldn't be so happy
for her now."

"What're you talking about? She's not off to appear in a

snuff show is she?" The young girl giggled at the
thought.

Stung, Sammy thrust her head out and replied sharply,

"Yes, I am actually."

That stopped Eve in her tracks, the grin wiped off her
face instantly. The thought of Sammy, the girl who
always used a cubicle at the swimming baths, exposing
herself to anyone else was a shock.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Debbie

carried on, un-concerned by the little sisterly spat.
"We're organising it for your father's birthday, and I
thought you might like to lend a hand."

"Maybe I should join her. Put on a sister act."

"Mum." Sammy whined in protest, alarmed at the thought

of being upstaged by her little sister. "If Eve joins in
she'll try and take over, she always does."
"Don't worry darling." her mother reassured her, and
turned to speak sharply to her younger daughter. "Eve,
this is Sammy's present for her father. Stop winding her
up, she's nervous enough about it already."

"Okay. It was only a thought. Does dad know?"

"No, we're trying to keep it as a surprise for him."

"In that case you'd better get downstairs. I'm pretty

sure that's his key I can hear in the front door."

Debbie hurried off downstairs to head off her husband,

leaving the sisters alone together.

"So you're really going to be in a snuff show?" Eve

asked as casually as she could, doing pretty well at
hiding how impressed she was.

"Yeah." Sammy admitted. "I thought it was going to be

just a private family thing, but mum's gone and hired a
room and invited everybody."

She might be talking to her big sister, but she couldn't

help thinking that Sammy was a bit naive. "What were you
expecting, don't you ever listen to mum when she's been
to see a snuff show?"

"Not really."

"You should've done. Surely you've noticed how much she

enjoys them. Getting to organise one must be her dream
come true. Of course she invited everybody."

At some level she knew her sister was right, but Sammy
still said, "She might have asked me before turning it
into a big production. She knows I always get shy in
public"

"You really should have got your head out of your book
and come along to the last show they took me to. Mum was
even more into the humiliation than the torture. They
had this one crying girl walk through the audience
shouting 'I'm a stupid cunt' while everybody mauled her.
She was so clearly distressed by it that Mum kept on
running round for another go."

Sammy couldn't help being intrigued enough to ask, "What

happened to her after that?"

"Oh, she was hung by her ankles and had acid piped into
her stupid cunt until it ate right through her."

Well, I did ask, thought Sammy. "I suppose it's a bit

late to back out now?"

"Oh, come on Sam, that hardly seems fair, you

volunteered. Mum's obviously really excited, and dad
would be so disappointed if he found out he missed a
chance to see you both in a snuff show."

"I know, I know." her older sister protested. "I'm not

really planning on disappointing everyone. It just seems
like, every time I talk to mum, there's a new surprise
waiting for me."

"Chin up soppy. I know you get nervous in public, but

don't worry, you'll be great on the night."

"It's nice of you to say that." Sammy sounded

unconvinced. "I just can't help feeling it would've been
better if you were doing this. You never have any
problems showing off in public. I'm bound to screw up
and ruin it for dad, and mum as well."

"Oh come on! Dad might be okay with me, but I'd hardly
please mum. I just said mum likes humiliation, what on
earth's she going to find to embarrass me with?"

It was a good point. Only last month, at Rory's party,

Sammy had seen her little sister tongue every boy's
arsehole for a dare. Sammy had practically died of shame
just watching, while Eve had been encouraging people to
take photos of her.

"That's true." agreed Sammy. Then, rather more

pointedly, "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get
dressed in private. If I don't go down to say hello to
dad soon, he'll know something's up."

"Okay miss perfect." Eve replied, as she walked out.

Then a parting shot to wind her sister up, "I'll see the
rest of you at the party."

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Chapter Three - Yes Miss
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"Miss Corby?"

"Don't worry, Sammy, your mother's already invited me.

My best student and the legendary Debbie taking charge,
there's no way I'm not going to be there."

Sammy had only hung back after class to let her

favourite teacher know this would be her last lesson,
she'd never considered that Miss Corby would be invited
as well.

"That's great." she managed to say, really not quite

sure how she felt about her secret passion seeing her in
a horribly debased state. Then she paused, as the rest
of her teacher's words sank in. "My mum's legendary?"

"From what I've heard, yes." seeing Sammy's look of

surprise, her teacher went on. "Ever since I mentioned
I'd got an invite, I've been hearing stories about your
mother. Apparently most of the older teachers went to
see her shows at the Charnel House."

Sammy's jaw dropped, "She used to work at the Charnel

House? That's supposed to be the best snuff club in
town!"

Now it was Miss Corby's turn to look startled. "I can't

believe she never told you, or no one else mentioned it.
From what I've heard, the shows she organised there were
what made the place."

"I didn't know, what did she do?"

Miss Corby made to answer, but before she could start

the bell rang for the next lesson.

"I'm sorry Sammy, I've got a class to teach." Miss Corby

sounded genuinely disappointed.

"That's not fair miss." Sammy cajoled her. "You can't

tell me that then leave me hanging."

"I think your mother would have." Miss Corby said,

smiling briefly at her own joke.

"She might still on dad's birthday." Sammy replied, a

little ruefully.

She had always found it easy to talk, and even joke,

more or less, with Miss Corby. Their conversations
generally left her feeling a little better. The woman
was so young and smooth-skinned, she couldn't be more
than a few years older than Sammy herself. It was nice
to have such a gorgeous teacher always ready for a chat.
Despite the attempt at humour, Sammy's words did seem to
affect her and Miss Corby looked a little contrite when
she spoke again.

"No, you're right. I should fill you in, I do seem to be

the one who let the cat out of the bag." she thought for
a second. "I'm not going to have time for a proper talk
with you during school today. Why don't you come to my
house this evening, and we can have a good old gossip?"

"Really!" Sammy tried to keep the excitement out of her

voice. She might have a bit of a schoolgirl thing for
Miss Corby, but had never seriously thought she'd get
invited to visit her at home. Anyway, if school rumour
was to be believed, Miss Corby had been steadily working
her way through the male staff.

"I don't think I have to worry about you stalking me

now." said Miss Corby. Had she really implied she
wasn't unaware of Sammy's feelings? She handed the
astonished girl a piece of paper with her address
scribbled on it. "I'll see you about seven then?"
****

Sammy could feel the butterflies churning her stomach as

she walked along the row of neat little terraced houses,
looking for number twenty-six. Even wearing her smartest
blue dress, and a pair of expensive faun stockings,
pinched from her mother's wardrobe, she felt horribly as
though she were off for a visit to the dentist.

"You found it. Come on in then."

The smiling Miss Corby clearly hadn't made an effort to

dress up, opting for the comfort of a pair of sweat
pants and an old T-shirt. Feeling overdressed and
awestruck, Sammy just stood there gazing. Twenty-
something, blond and fit, even in casual, and rather
unflattering, dress, her teacher still looked beautiful.

"Are you planning on standing there all evening? I've

got the kettle on."

Realising she'd just been stuck there, her jaw slack,

Sammy blushed a little as she hastily followed her
teacher into the living room.

Seated now, with a cup of tea for herself and a glass of

something fizzy for Sammy, Miss Corby brought the
conversation back to where they'd left off.

"I'm sorry I brought up your mother's old job. It just

never occurred to me you wouldn't have known about it."

"That's okay, Miss. I knew my mum was into snuff, she

just never mentioned she did it professionally. Now all
I want is to find out everything I can."

"So long as it hasn't upset you too much. I'll tell you
what I've heard, but you must realise this was long
before my time as well."

Miss Corby settled back and started recalling the

details she'd heard of Sammy's mother's time at the
Charnel House. Sammy leaned forward, caught up in the
revelations.

****

"... and after the triplets were carried off, she,

apparently, took a bow and left for good."

"Bloody hell." Sammy stopped, nervous at having sworn,

but, seeing no sign of censure on her teacher's face,
pressed on. "Well, that explains why mum was getting so
professional, wanting me to strip so she could examine
me."

Miss Corby said, with a touch of concern, "You've always

been so shy, Sammy. How did you cope with that?"
"Not too well." she admitted. "Then, just as I was
starting to relax, my little sister burst in on us."

Miss Corby was regarding the young girl critically. "So

you haven't had a chance to get used to being naked in
front of anyone then? Well, apart from Paul I'm
guessing, and you two have split up now haven't you?"

It was cosy, sitting comfortably in that little room,

sipping on their drinks and chatting quietly. Sammy
found herself admitting something for the second time
that week.

"Actually, not even Paul, we split up before we got that

far. I'm still a virgin."

"Wow!" her teacher's face had fallen open. "Even with

you I wasn't expecting that. Shouldn't you be out trying
to do something about losing it, rather than sitting
here getting a history lesson from me?"

"I was going to, but mum talked me out of it. She
reckons me being done for the first time on stage will
be a hit."

"I can't argue with that - with your mum's experience of

putting on shows I wouldn't even try anyway. But that
means you've had no practice at exposing yourself to
anyone."

"Not really, no."

"Well, now you're here, why don't you strip for me?"

She hadn't been expecting this. She'd worn stockings and

lacy knickers more as a fantasy than because she thought
she'd be showing them off. Confused, Sammy stood up
before she even realised what she was doing. Pausing,
she blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed." Miss Corby said encouragingly.

"You've got this far, and there's only us two here. Rip
everything off quick and let me have a look at you."

Somehow, the practicality of Miss Corby's words made it

worse than if she was stripping to excite her. Instead
of rushing, Sammy fumbled her way out of her clothes,
feeling her face grow hotter. She couldn't let this
blond goddess down though, and persevered until she was,
finally, standing naked in front of her.

"Okay, I can see that was pretty bad for you." Miss
Corby said, smiling reassuringly at the shivering girl.
"But don't you feel better for having got it over?"

"I suppose." said Sammy, reluctantly. "It's just that I

know everyone's going to be staring at my tits. Even you
are miss, aren't you?"
I am, admitted Miss Corby to herself. Aloud she said,
"Be fair Sammy, they are magnificent. Everyone's going
to wonder what will be done to them, I certainly am."

Flattered into feeling brave, Sammy asked, "Do you want

to touch them? Feel what they're like before mum sets to
work on them."

"You know, I actually do." the teacher said, in some

surprise. "I've been to enough snuff shows, but I've
never had the chance to feel the star before. This could
be fun."

As she ran her hands over Sammy's soft mounds, Miss

Corby asked, "Your mum must have some ideas for these
impressive assets, do you know what she's planning to do
with them?"

Miss Corby might be nice, but hearing her speak so

casually as she squeezed Sammy's breasts was making the
young girl squirm, mortified at what she was letting
happen to her. If it had been anybody else she'd
probably have pulled back and run out.

"You're finding this awkward, aren't you." said Miss

Corby, seeming to read her mind. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have taken up your offer to feel them. It's just so
exciting, thinking what's going to be done to them."

Sammy instantly felt contrite. Here was the wonderful

Miss Corby looking shame-faced in front of her, and it
wasn't as if she'd let her do anything she hadn't wanted
to happen.

"That's okay, Miss." she burst out, and hastily pulled

her teacher's hand back up to her bosom. "I don't mind
really, I'm just not very good in these situations."

Too anxious to prove it was okay, she grabbed Miss

Corby's other hand and pushed it between her legs.
Almost immediately she felt her mistake. How many times
had she imagined the pretty blonde teacher pleasuring
her? And now they were standing there, her idol's hand
actually pressing into her pussy, a pussy she could
already feel starting to lubricate wildly.

Miss Corby was grinning, but not unpleasantly. "It feels

to me like somebody needs some relief. As your teacher I
should really make you do it, but I suppose it's a bit
late to worry now."

Sammy's knees nearly collapsed as she came. She'd stayed

standing as her teacher's skilful fingers had quickly
massaged her clit to orgasm.

"Thanks miss." Sammy muttered, her pleasure subsiding

and her natural shyness returning with a vengeance.
"It's been really nice, but I'd better get home now."
"Sammy, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Miss Corby
tried to reassure her.

"It's okay. It's just I'm late getting home." Sammy

lied, hastily pulling her clothes back on.

"All right." Miss Corby didn't sound convinced, but

didn't try to stop the worried teenager. "I'll see you
at your father's party then?"

"I hope so." was the rather more truthful reply. In

spite of everything, Sammy realised she really did want
Miss Corby there, "I'd like it if you came."

Sammy hurried out, not realising, until she was halfway

home, that she'd left her best lace knickers behind.

****

After the calming effects of a brisk walk, giving her a

chance to consider what had just happened, Sammy arrived
home dazed, smiling a little, and suspecting that she
was, in fact, quite pleased with herself. Hearing her
mother clattering around in the kitchen, she went in to
see her and get some advice.

"Hello love." her mother smiled at her. "Did you have a

nice time with Miss Corby?"

"I'm not sure, mum." Sammy confessed. "She was really

nice, but I'm feeling a bit weird."

"Why, what happened?" Debbie asked with concern.

Sammy felt a jolt of worry, would her mother understand?

"If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it

quiet and not get Miss Corby into any trouble?"

"Why?" asked Debbie sharply. "What has she done?"

"Do you promise, mum?"

"Unless it's something really bad." her mother assured

her, anxious to find out what had gone on.

Her daughter took a deep breath. "We were discussing the

party, and I stripped for her. Then I was embarrassed
and shoved her hand between my legs. When she realised I
was wet, well... she pleasured me."

"I don't quite see how embarrassment got her hand onto
your pussy." Debbie was grinning, half with relief, half
with amusement. "But that doesn't sound so bad, that
Miss Corby is pretty gorgeous."

Sammy's face lifted at these words. "You don't mind

then?"
"Mind? Don't be silly. Why would I object to you
enjoying yourself?" The smile left her mother's face, as
a little worry crossed her mind. "You are still intact
down there though, aren't you?"

Sammy looked hurt, she wouldn't let her parents down,

not after she'd seen how pleased the news made her
mother. "Of course I am! It was nice, but it was only a
quick grope."

"Sorry darling." Debbie apologised. "I should know you

better by now. I'm glad you've had some fun anyway. Just
so long as you don't get too used to being naked before
the party."

"I wouldn't worry about that." Sammy confessed. "I was

so embarrassed afterwards I practically ran out, I even
left my knickers behind."

"Really Sammy! That's not very polite. You'll have to go

back tomorrow and apologise."

"Mum! I couldn't, not after leaving like that."

Debbie took pity on her daughter, she didn't want to

push her too far, too early. "All right, I'll give her a
call myself tomorrow and explain. I know I should be
more angry, but that sort of reaction is what's going to
make the show."

Her mother was usually rather particular about doing the

right thing. Sammy was so relieved to be let off, she
found herself suggesting something quite outside her
usual comfort zone.

"Why don't we try again with your examination? I think

Eve's at a friend's, and dad's working nights again, so
we shouldn't be disturbed this time."

------------------------
Chapter Four - Shakedown
------------------------

"So, what are your plans for the show?"

Sammy was naked on the spare bed for a second time. She
didn't really want to get into distressing details, but
they'd again just reached the bit where she needed to
expose her crotch. Looking to distract her mother, she
trying to delay with what felt like a slightly less
embarrassing alternative. It didn't work.

"I don't think I should tell you that." replied Debbie,

briskly. "Now get your legs up so I can see your pussy."

"Why not? Shouldn't I know what I'll be doing?" Sammy

persisted, leaving her legs down.
Debbie knew what her daughter was doing, but answered
her question anyway. Sammy had almost no experience of
snuff, however willing she might be now. Maybe a few
hints would help things go more smoothly.

"I've always found the element of surprise adds a real

sense of excitement. Trust me, seeing your face fall as
you find out what's coming next will drive the audience
wild."

Now Sammy recognised the experienced tone in her

mother's voice. This seemed like a good moment to probe
into the tales she'd heard from Miss Corby.

"Mum, is it true you used to run the shows at the

Charnel House? Somebody yesterday said you did."

Her mother looked taken aback for a second, and

hurriedly sat down. She sounded calm enough, though,
when she replied.

"By 'somebody' I take it you mean Miss Corby?"

"Maybe."

"Yes, I did actually." she smiled at the memory. "Great

days."

"So why did you give it up, it's not as though you've
gone off snuff?"

Debbie looked slightly embarrassed as she mumbled, "Oh,

you know, sometimes things move on."

She usually let her mother's evasive answers slide. Just

for once, Sammy pushed the issue, there was clearly
something being held back.

"Mum! That's not an answer. Why did you really leave?"

There was a brief struggle over Debbie's face before she

answered her daughter. She couldn't quite meet her
girl's eye and sounded just a touch sheepish.

"All right. I'd got two little girls and I was running
out of ideas. You've no idea how stressful it was
keeping everything original. I knew if I stayed on I'd
end up using my best stuff just because I couldn't think
of anything else, and I really wanted to save something
for later."

It was several seconds before Sammy realised what her

mother had just implied. When she worked it out, she
blurted, "Mother! How long have you been planning this
show?!"

"Since I was first pregnant." Debbie admitted, not even

trying to prevaricate.
"How could you...!" Sammy started to bawl, furious that
her mother had never mentioned this before. Then she
realised what this meant, and stopped herself mid-
sentence. Her voice had dropped to a sorry little
whisper when she started to speak again. "You gave up
your job and kept quiet all this time just so me and Eve
could put on a really good snuff show if we ever wanted
to?"

Not caring that she was naked, Sammy leapt on her mother
and gave her a big hug. "I'm sorry mum. I didn't
realise. That's so sweet of you."

"It's okay darling." Debbie replied, taken aback by her

daughter's reaction, but happily wrapping her arms round
the girl. "I hoped you wouldn't find out precisely
because I didn't want you to feel guilty, and now you
are. I might have wished for this day, but I didn't want
to pressure you into it."

Sammy didn't feel like resisting any longer. If her mum

had sacrificed so much, the least she could do was be
helpful now. She grabbed her mother's hand, like she had
Miss Corby's, and pushed it into the dark bush between
her legs.

"Have a good rummage then." she half-whispered. "Make

sure you know your way all round my pussy."

"If I don't slide off." Debbie said, probing her

daughter's labia. "You're pretty wet down there."

Reddening, Sammy made to scramble off. In her confusion,

she hadn't even noticed her body's growing excitement.

To her horror, her mother pushed her back down and said,
"Don't be silly, stay where you are. A bit of relief for
you will make us both feel better."

Had her mother really just said that? But she could feel
fingers skilfully manipulating her venus mound. She
wanted to protest, but her body was already bucking
against the constant rhythm. It seemed like no time
before the electric release of an orgasm crashed through
her.

"Now, you're not going to be able to run here as easily

as from Miss Corby's house." she heard her mother's
voice saying as her head stopped spinning.

"Why did you do that?" Sammy mumbled in confusion,

unable to look up.

"I always used to wank the performers off beforehand."

her mother explained, in a very matter of fact tone. " I
found it heightened the intimacy of the performance.
Wrecking a cunt that you've felt shiver with pleasure
adds a frisson that an audience always appreciates."
Sammy protested, "You planned that?"

"Not the bit where you decided to help, but yes."

Looking at her mother's cheerful face, she was a loss

for words.

Debbie carried on, apparently unconcerned. "I only used

to get one chance in the dressing room beforehand. But
with you I should have plenty of opportunities to build
up a bond with your pussy."

This pushed Sammy into speech. "You're going to want to

do that again?"

"Definitely. We shouldn't miss out on any opportunity to

give our performance an edge people won't forget."

She'd been going to argue with her mother, but, reminded

what they were doing this for, she lost her desire to
fight, especially knowing now how much experience her
mother had. It was just her natural shyness getting in
the way, again. If she wanted to put on an unforgettable
show, she'd have to do anything needed, however
embarrassing.

"Okay." she said, resigning herself. "Whenever you want

then."

"I knew, underneath that timid exterior, you were a

sensible girl." said Debbie, relaxed now that Sammy
seemed to be starting to understand her role.

Feeling happier at this, pleasing her mother did feel

good, Sammy felt comfortable enough to probe a little
further, even if still not sure she wanted more answers.

"I know you won't tell me about the show itself, but is
there anything else I should expect beforehand,
particularly if it's like that?"

Sammy's awkwardness had always left her mother reluctant

to seriously try and explain more intimate things to
her. There were some things, though, that she really
needed her daughter to understand now, and this question
seemed like the best moment she'd find.

"Yes." she started. This bald statement made Sammy's

brow wrinkle with anxiety, she'd probably hoped for no,
but Debbie pressed on. "There's a secret to a really
good snuff show. You see, it's not just about the pain,
although that's important, but any idiot can get a girl
screaming."

"What is it then?" Sammy asked. Uneasy, but also a bit

excited.

"It's about mental pain as well." Debbie regarded her

daughter critically, trying to gauge her reaction. At
the moment Sammy just looked confused, so she pressed
on, "It's about wrecking the girl mentally as well. You
have to demean and degrade them."

Now Sammy understood, she looked a bit upset as she

asked, "Does that mean you'll be calling me names?"

"What do you think Sammy? Quite a lot, I should think,

among other things. That's where you should be glad
you've got your mother as MC, I must know more about
embarrassing you than anybody." she thought a second,
then carried on, "Basically, humiliation is the key.
Especially when you get the girl to do it to
themselves."

Somewhere in the back of her mind everything Sammy had

learned recently must have told her that would be
happening, but hearing her mother state it so plainly
brought it into sharp relief. The worst bit was, it made
sense. Just standing there screaming as her body was cut
up wouldn't be that entertaining. She wanted to impress,
if this was what it took to put on a good snuff show,
that's what she needed to do.

"And you'll be doing all that with me?",

"Of course. I aim to have you crying before there's a

mark on you."

"You will be marking me though?" Sammy blushed at the

silliness of this question, but her mother appeared not
to notice and answered it quite seriously.

"Don't worry darling, there'll be plenty of agony for

you. I'll be breaking up that lovely young body bit by
screaming bit." Debbie glanced at her daughter. "And you
won't be doing that."

It took a second to realise what her mother meant. Sammy

might not like humiliation, but the thought of extreme
pain was somehow different. Now, unbidden, her mother's
words had sent her hand creeping into her snatch.

"Sorry mum." Sammy closed her legs and hung her head. "I
didn't even realise I was doing it."

"And after I told you that was going to be my job from

now on." her mother chastised her gently. "You'd better
open your legs again and let me get at that over-eager
pussy."

Lying on the spare bed, alone with her mother, spreading

her thighs, seemed to Sammy like the first real move in
becoming the star of her own snuff show. It was horribly
awkward, but her body again responded quickly to an
expert touch.

"Just imagine what I'll be doing." Debbie started

saying, her fingers feeling her daughter near climax.
"Making you scream as I rip open your tender young
flesh."

Sammy gasped and panted in a wave of pleasure.

"Of course." Debbie continued, as her daughter subsided.

"You'll probably be weeping in mortification as well.
That greedy snatch of yours being leered at by
everybody."

Sammy scrunched herself up, involuntarily trying to hide

her greedy snatch away. She might be horribly nervous at
the thought of doing it, but she was really getting an
insight into why her mother's shows had been so popular.

"Will I be getting any fun at the party?" she asked

anxiously. "Or will you be leading me in naked on a dog
chain or something?"

"You'll have plenty of time to say hello to everyone."

her mother reassured her. "Your father's not expected
until the party's well under way."

"So the show won't start until he arrives?"

"I didn't say that." her mother stopped reassuring her.

"It'll just be good for everyone to see you as a sweet
young girl at a party, add a little something to when
the show starts."

"How will I know when we've started?"

"You'll know when we've started, I have a tone of voice

that always used to get the crowds going."

"What does that sound like then?" Sammy asked

innocently.

"Don't worry." her mother replied, with an evil little

grin. "You'll know it when you hear it."
.
****

"Oh shit!" Sammy's moan was half shame, half pleasure,

as her mother's fingers brought her to yet another
climax.

Her mother got up quickly. Casually wiping her hand on a

handkerchief, she spoke briskly to Sammy, still panting
on the bed, "Now don't just lie there. I've put out your
party clothes, you need to get dressed before we're
late."

"What underwear should I wear?" Sammy shouted through to

her mother. There was none laid out with the party
clothes and she wanted to get every bit of her dress
right. After all, everyone was going to see it at some
point this evening.
"You're not wearing any." was the dismaying response.
"Just the blouse, skirt and shoes."

"Not even a bra?" she shouted back hopefully.

"No!" there was a finality in her mother's voice. Sammy

surrendered to the inevitable and clambered into the
flimsy pleated skirt and plain, white, cotton blouse.
More or less decently covered, but feeling almost naked.
Only the shoes, shiny-smart and with a low heel, didn't
disconcert her. She pulled her soft brown hair back into
a single, neat ponytail, ensuring an unobstructed view
of her face.

"I'm jiggling horribly." Sammy complained as she came

downstairs, holding her boobs.

"Of course you are darling." was her mother's blunt

response. "And, just think, one unfortunate gust of wind
as we walk to the club and you could be flashing anyone
passing in the street."

It was true, the unusual feeling of cool air wafting

over her unprotected pussy was definitely making her
feel vulnerable.

"I thought we weren't starting until after we've got to

the party?"

"We're not, unless there's an accident. Apart from a bit

of extra jiggle, no one will know. It's a question of
getting you in the right frame of mind. Leaving you
susceptible to a bit of a breeze, or a bursting button,
should help a lot."

This made Sammy examine what her mother had chosen to

wear herself. Debbie's costume was almost a parody of
her daughter's. A snug, but not too tight, blouse with a
high frilly collar, a heavy, rich, red velvet skirt
shielding her legs. The only suggestion of anything
improper was a flash of fishnet around her ankles and
short, stiletto-heeled boots. Her hair too aped Sammy's,
the ponytail twisted into a tight bun and pinned up.

There was quite a risk of an 'accident' to Sammy's party

clothes. The light, pleated skirt seemed to rise up in
even the slightest draft. The blouse material might be
thick enough for decency, but it had felt rather tight
when she put it on. Now, as each movement stirred her
abundant bosoms, it felt like it was straining at the
seams, ready to split on every next step.

Debbie knew her daughter. By the time they'd made the

short walk to the club, Sammy was looking far from
relaxed. Already just a little bit broken, as her mother
had promised her she would be.
-------------------------
Chapter Five - Willkommen
-------------------------

There wasn't much relief for the girl on reaching the

club. Sammy had hoped to slip in and nip to the loos for
a bit of adjustment to her dress. That didn't happen.
Her entrance was greeted with a cheer, and she was
instantly surrounded by an excited gaggle.

"Hi Sam."

It was Alicia, usually such a welcome sight, but now

looking quite eager and breathless, almost hungry.
Checking out Sammy's simple dress, her friend smiled as
she said, "Looking forward to seeing you stripped of
those drab clothes."

Before Sammy could get in a reply to her friend's

hopeful comment, Alicia was jostled out of the way by
the large frame of her Uncle Roy, swooping in with one
of his crushing hugs.

"There's my little Sammy. I can't wait to get a good

view of you in the buff."

"Roy! Get off the poor girl!" Auntie Joy, always proper,
and always struggling to control her exuberant husband.
"Sorry Alicia, he always gets a bit over-excited at a
snuff show. Not that I can blame him, that top looks
ready to go at any moment."

She was saved the awkwardness of having to answer this

most unusual comment by two boys from her class, both
dragging her into an, unnecessarily close, hug.
Uncomfortable in its own way, but better than discussing
her chest with Auntie Joy.

It didn't seem to stop. Everyone apparently wanted a

chance to be close to her, most insisting on a hug.
Obscure relatives she barely knew, so many half-
recognised friends of her parents, schoolmates (and
school-not-so-mates), all wanted a chance to paw her and
pass comment on her body. While an extrovert would have
welcomed this tidal wave of attention, Sammy just found
it daunting.

****

Two hours later, and Sammy was looking quite

dishevelled. She'd managed to get a drink, even if it
was only water, but she'd had no chance to adjust her
dress and hair. Her blouse was getting quite grey from
so many sweaty hands, and her hair was coming loose in
great strands from her ponytail. To add to her
discomfort, she was getting rather anxious to find the
loo, if only there was an opening to politely get away.
It was with relief that she spotted Miss Corby coming
in. Sammy took the chance to wriggle away from her
admirers and say hello. At least she could get a break
from the constant gawking by talking to her teacher.
Miss Corby had always been the most considerate person
she knew.

"My favourite little tramp, wonderful!"

Before she could respond to this surprising greeting,

Sammy found her skirt lifted up and her teacher's hand
making its own way between her legs this time, probing
roughly into her pussy.

"Miss Corby!" she said, aghast, trying to push down her

skirt - and the hand out - before everyone noticed.
She'd been so pleased to have kept everything hidden up
to now.

"Come on, Sammy." Miss Corby responded, not lowering her

voice at all as she resisted the girl's efforts.
"Everyone should have a chance with that juicy cunt of
yours."

"Miss!" Sammy whispered in alarm. "What are you doing?"

"Just a little suggestion of your mother's." her teacher

replied cheerfully. "We had a lovely long chat the other
day. She was a bit worried, but I managed to reassure
her I'd be delighted to go along with her plans. Little
me, getting to help degrade and snuff my favourite
pupil, turn her from a sweet girl into the screaming
slag she really wants to be."

Sammy turned bright red, part shock, part embarrassment,

at this brutal announcement of the evening's program, to
the obvious amusement of those around her who were
listening. She might have agreed to this present for her
father, but that certainly didn't stop finding the
demeaning details shameful.

"What's going on here?" her mother's voice came from

behind her.

Miss Corby looked up, smiling. "I was just groping this
slapper, but it's almost like she's trying to resist."

"Well, that won't do." her mother's reply sounded

rehearsed, what had the two women been planning? Debbie
went on, in her strictest 'Do what I say' tone, "Sammy,
this attitude isn't acceptable. Didn't I bring you up to
behave better than this? I think as punishment you'd
better shout out 'I'm a sad excuse for a whore. Come and
get a feel of my stupid virgin cunt.'."

"Mum!" Sammy protested, horrified.

"Do it now."
Her mother spoke in a fierce, firm voice she'd never
heard before. This must be the one she'd used in her
days at the Charnel House, and that must mean her
performance had started.

This was it, Sammy swallowed hard, and tried to suppress

the quaver in her voice.

"I'm a sad excuse for a whore. Come and get a feel of my

stupid virgin cunt."

Now she stood, tears of embarrassment running down, as

everyone seemed to take her up on her offer. It wasn't
just the myriad of hands, probing her intimately and
fondling her from feet to face, lingering around her
tits and arse, it was also the graphically obscene
comments that were whispered into her ear.

Debbie watched her daughter's tears start to flow,

rather pleased with the success of her little warm-up
scene. Satisfied, she walked across to the greet the
latest arrivals, some of her best friends.

"Hi Tracy. I'm so glad you could make it to our little

show."

"Don't pull that 'little show' crap on me, Deb." Tracy

was smiling broadly, she'd known Debbie since school. "I
was a regular at the Charnel House, remember? Watching
your shows used to get me so hot. Did you know I was
going to volunteer before you got knocked up again and
went and retired?"

Debbie had always avoided discussing her show days,

worried she'd be tempted back. This news from Tracy came
as a revelation.

"Tracy! I wish I'd known. Remembering that svelte little

figure you used to have I might just have been tempted
back for one last go. You're still not looking bad, do
you want to volunteer as a stand in if things go wrong
with Sammy?"

"If I still looked like I did then." Tracy said

regretfully, poking at her flabby stomach. "I think I'm
a bit past it now."

"We've all got a bit like that." Debbie sympathised.

"Never mind, with all your kids you'll probably get a
chance like I have with Sammy."

"I wanted to ask you about Sammy." it was Donna,

Alicia's mother, and another pal from the Charnel House
days. "She's always struck me as pretty shy. Does she
know what she's letting herself in for with you? I don't
think anybody could forget seeing you break a girl."

"I think you'll be impressed." was Sammy's mother's

proud response. "She might not have known when she
volunteered, but she hasn't backed out, even after
learning quite a bit about my old job."

"I'm guessing you haven't told her everything." Tracy

gave a knowing smile.

"Not too much, no. Just enough to make sure she wasn't
going to change her mind."

The two women grinned at each other.

"Hold on to that thought." Donna had been watching Sammy

over her mother's shoulder. "It looks like your
daughter's pissing herself."

She was. Sammy had been pretty anxious for a pee anyway,
and now, unable to escape as so many hands poked,
prodded and groped her, her bladder had finally given
way. Standing there, head down as a warm stream of shame
gushed between her legs, she reddened beautifully to the
laughter.

****

"Mum, can I go and change? I couldn't hold it in, and

now my skirt and shoes are soaking."

Sammy had managed to get over to where her mother was

still giggling in a group with her old friends.

Debbie turned sharply on her daughter. "Of course not.

You're not to leave the room now, your father will be
here at any minute. If you choose to spray yourself with
stinking piss, you'll have to put up with it."

As Sammy moved tearfully off, Donna lent over to try for

a confidential word with Debbie - not really possible
with her strident voice. "Don't try and look innocent
Deb. How many showgirls did I see walking round with
damp patches back at the club. First you laced their
drinks, then you used it as an excuse to super-glue
their piss-holes shut."

Debbie didn't try to deny it, just said, "I thought

about it, but decided against the super-glue. It was
original back then, but everybody's doing it now."

Sammy had only got a few steps and heard every word of
this exchange. After being expected to lick clean every
hand that had become damp from her piss, she almost
turned round and asked to be super-glued shut. Could the
pain of a swollen bladder be worse than wetting herself?
If she'd been dosed with diuretics, how long this time
before she had to piss again? Then she realised what
would happen if her mother said yes - she couldn't face
begging to show her pussy in public.

Luckily a distraction came. Frantic signs from Eve at

the door indicated her father was just coming in. With
everyone's attention diverted, Sammy slipped away to
lean, concealed from her father's view, against a wall.

****

Things were going well. Sammy's father had been

delighted to discover a quiet drink at the club with a
couple of mates was actually a massive surprise party in
his honour. Drink in hand, he moved round the room
greeting all the guests. If he looked a little bemused
as well, that wasn't so surprising. Despite the guest of
honour having arrived, there was still an expectant air
in the room.

"Hello love." he said, finally getting close to his

wife. "This is great. Did you organise all this for me?"

"Not just me. The girls helped a lot, especially Sammy."

"Where is Sammy? I've seen loads of her friends, but not

a sign of her."

"She's around somewhere. She's probably just keeping out

of your way after not having given you a present this
morning."

Sammy's father looked quite distressed, "Oh I do hope

not, but that would be just like her. I'm really not
bothered if she didn't get me a present. I'd better go
and find her."

That was unfortunate, when Debbie had last seen her

daughter she'd been in no condition to hide what she was
planning to do. She quickly signalled, and a diversion
in the form of a flaming cake, carried in to riotous
singing from the assembled throng, took his mind off the
whereabouts of his eldest daughter.

Sammy, for the moment forgotten, watched the cake

brought in with some trepidation. She knew this was her
cue, and her brain whirled with conflicting emotions.
About to give her father the best present he was ever
likely to get, she was ecstatic. About to expose the
part of herself to be despoiled before all these people,
she was terrified. As the singing died away she steeled
herself, and wound through the crowd to where her
parents were standing.

"There you are Sammy. I was wondering where you'd got

to."

As she came closer, the extent of her dishevelled state

apparent, her father asked in wonder, "What on earth's
happened to you? I'm not that bothered about no present.
You didn't have to actually beat yourself up."

It was a perfect cue, Sammy stood before her father and

announced, in as firm a voice as she could manage, "I
have got a present for your dad. Watch."
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Chapter Six - Unwrapping
------------------------

Without another word Sammy climbed on the stage and

faced her audience, arms upraised. Her father watched,
mouth fallen open, as his wife climbed up to begin
cuffing their still smiling daughter's wrists and ankles
to chains in the ceiling and floor. In just a few
seconds Sammy was locked in place, legs and arms spread
wide.

Debbie produced a knife and looked to her husband,

"Would you like to open your present, or watch it being
opened for you?"

Still unable to speak, he managed to wave a hand at his

wife to continue.

Standing behind her daughter, Debbie brought the hand

holding the knife around in front of Sammy's face. Her
face lit up in anticipation as she paused to whisper,
"Right you pathetic slag of a daughter. Time to show off
that ugly, fat body, I reckon everyone could do with a
laugh."

It wasn't as if she hadn't been prepared, but her

mother's voice still had its intended effect. The shock
of these intentionally brutal words brought on the few
tears, blurring out the sea of faces. There was an
expectant silence from the guests as they all stared at
Sammy, breathlessly waiting to see her completely
degraded. Then there was a brief ripple of giggling, as
she pointlessly tried to hide her sex by crossing her
legs as her skirt was cut away.

The pretty young girl now stood, tethered and naked,

before the assembled throng. The familiar faces somehow
even worse than being exhibited before strangers. Legs
spread uncomfortably wide, she could almost feel the
intense stares burning her exposed pussy. The position
had been chosen well, even her thick growth of pubes was
no protection.

Debbie leaned in and whispered a few words of

instruction to her shackled daughter. Then stood back to
address her in a more penetrating voice, audible across
the room.

"Tell your daddy a bit about yourself."

This wasn't going to be fun for her, but Sammy could see
the enthusiastic look on her father's face. This was her
moment.

Red-faced, she cried out, "I'm a fat whore, flashing my

filthy virgin cunt. Treat me like the cheap piece of
meat I am."

"Virgin cunt?!" her father actually clapped his hands

together with delight. "Thank you Sammy, this is the
best present ever."

She'd been released from her bonds, but, already so

shamed, Sammy just stood there, not even trying to cover
herself. Meanwhile, there was a brief flurry of activity
on the stage behind her as a high stool was put in
place.

"Time for a little family fun. Would this hussy's father

and sister like to come up?"

Sammy's father positively charged up on stage, still

dressed as he usually did for work. Eve, as she pushed
through the audience, grinning wildly, was not in her
everyday clothes. While the basque and stockings weren't
that unusual - although usually hidden when around their
parents - the large dildo strapped to her crotch was not
standard attire.

As she was roughly turned around and bent over the

stool, Sammy could see herself in the mirrors that had
been uncovered along the back of the stage. Observing
herself stark naked, with an expectant crowd all staring
behind her, made her exposure that much worse.

Without a word, obviously in on the plan, Eve walked

round to push the strap-on into her sister's face, now
bent to a convenient height. With such an obvious move,
even Sammy didn't need telling what to do, and she
opened her mouth to admit the stiff rubber pole. Eve
quickly grabbed the back of her head and forced Sammy's
head down hard on to the dildo. Choking and spluttering,
Eve's naked older sister gagged around it.

"About time you had the joys of a cock." Eve told her,
getting into the spirit of the evening. "Let's see if I
can make you puke."

Before that could happen, the girls' mother stopped

them, "Eve! No more playing with your sister, time you
found out if she's a virgin everywhere."

Looking up into the mirror's, Sammy could see Eve moving

round behind her, the grin on her sister's face now
looking as though it might actually split it. Then she
felt the head of the dildo push between her arse cheeks
and come to rest against a tightly clenched sphincter.
At this point that Sammy realised the ingenious cruelty
of the mirrors. While everyone watched her virgin rectum
take its first buggering, they would also see the shock
and pain that was bound to be shown in her face.

Even lubricated with her sister's own mucus, Eve grunted

with effort as she forced the hard rubber into the
resisting arsehole. At last she succeeded, and over half
a foot drove into her sister's bowels. Sammy shrieked
for the first time, somehow managing to clung onto the
stool. Trying to ignore the sight of everyone clapping
and cheering, she let her untested body be violated.

The sodomy was short but severe. With a slap to her arse
cheek, Eve pulled out and turned to the audience. Sammy
nearly collapsed with shame when she heard her sister
shout out, "How disgusting. The filthy whore's smeared
her shit all over my strap-on."

Could it get worse? Yes it could. Sammy heard her Aunt

Judy holler, "Get her to clean it."

Bizarrely, it seemed more worrying when her mother's

response was, "Not just now. I think it's her father's
turn. Let's find out if she really is a true virgin."

The buggering, while pretty painful, wasn't going to

feel quite as shamefully intimate as the next bit would
be, Sammy realised. At least her bottom had had things
passing through it before, even if only in the other
direction. Now her pussy was going to be broken open for
the first time, and by her father!

Her public deflowering really was going to be a family

occasion. A smirking Eve had knelt down to pull out her
father's penis, and was now briskly sucking it to a
rock-hard erection. Sammy looked on, impressed by her
sister's lack of inhibition - and increasingly worried
as her dad's cock swelled to positively monstrous
proportions.

Debbie got in on the family occasion, gently stroking

her daughter's face as she said, as much for the benefit
of the audience as Sammy, "Yes darling, your daddy's
love-truncheon is huge. Still, I expect a desperate
slapper like you will welcome it, even when it leaves
you torn and bloody."

Taking this as a signal, her father pulled out of Eve's

mouth and, beaming proudly, stepped up behind his eldest
daughter and carefully positioned himself for the first
thrust.

This was why she'd volunteered. Sammy raised her head up

and looked up into the mirror, straight into her
father's eyes as they were reflected in the glass,
anxious he should see every flicker of pain as he
despoiled her.

With the first thrust, the first howl, a cheer went up.
It was hard, but Sammy kept her head up, seeing the
ecstasy on her father's face as he saw the hurt on hers
from the damage he was doing as he pounded into her
newly breached love-hole. The pain, as she was so
brutally opened up, her maidenhead torn apart, was
everything she'd expected. She hadn't realised, though,
as the relentless pounding continued, the hurt she'd
feel, deep inside, as her dad's massive cock left her
guts bruised and broken.

Sammy's father was looking so happy. It was an

unexpected disappointment to her as he shuddered through
an orgasm, finally pulling out of her broken twat. She
even managed, as her moans subsided, a breathless,
"Thanks dad."

Any sign of pleasure was a cue for Sammy's mother.

Debbie grabbed her daughter's ponytail and yanked the
girl's head up hard, drawing a gasp of pain. Then she
whispered angrily - for effect as she was heard around
the room, "You worthless cunt. Thank your father
properly for deigning to fuck your filthy carcass."

She wanted to put on a good show, but the humiliation

was terrible, especially when a group of boys from her
class chose this moment to start sniggering. Stumbling
over her words, Sammy only managed to say, "Thank you
daddy for fucking my worthless cunt."

"Wrong." responded her mother, giving a slap that pushed

Sammy off the stool and onto the floor. "I think we
should have something extra, to remind you to get things
right."

Debbie turned to her husband, a happy little smile of

reminiscence on her face. "Do you remember that club we
went to on holiday in Burgh?"

Her husband nodded enthusiastically, memory putting a

matching smile on his face.

"Do you fancy helping with a little re-creation?"

Her head still ringing from the slap, Sammy felt herself
dragged until her bottom reach the edge of the stage.
Then her legs were raised up and held apart. She winced
as she felt a parental foot press down hard on each arm.

"Ladies and gentlemen." her mother announced. "A little

impromptu audience participation. Who feels like having
a go at fisting my skank of a daughter?"

Lots of people did. Sammy wasn't surprised by the eager

queue of boys in her class, what did surprise was the
way all her older female relatives were pushing the boys
aside to get a first go. All she could do, trapped on
the floor, was riddle and scream, as her, so recently
virgin, pussy was repeatedly, brutally violated by a
succession of thrusting hands. By the time it was over
she knew her snatch was wrecked, she could feel the
blood running between her legs.

"It's a good job you won't be needing that cunt again."

Debbie was looking with exaggerated disdain between her
daughter's legs. "All your insides must be torn, and I
reckon those fingernails have ripped the lining apart."

No time for a respite, Sammy was dragged up, wincing,

her back to the audience. Not that this helped much, she
could still see all those eyes gawking at her in the
mirrors

"Look at that fat, flabby backside. Let's get it sat

down, before we all puke."

Confused and shamed, Sammy didn't even notice what she

was sitting on. Debbie knew her daughter's bottom was
the girl's least favourite feature. She also knew it was
probably Sammy's best feature, how many boys must have
wanked at the memory of the gorgeous peachy globes? Now
she intended to provide an even better reason for them
to jack off to its memory.

"Stay sitting and grab those handles. We'll soon get rid
of that lard-arse."

Sammy grabbed the handles without thinking. It took the

sound of a motor whirring into life before she looked to
see what she was sitting on. To one side a great metal
disc was spinning up, flat to the seat of the chair.
Only as her mother started sliding it did she realise
what she was looking at, a bacon slicer.

"Hold tight pig, or I'll just stab you now."

Sammy almost let go at this, the humiliation was so

intense. But she wasn't that kind of girl, and clung on
hard, forcing her rump into the path of the blade.

The audience watched in delight. Sammy's magnificent

tits swung beautifully as she thrashed and shrieked.
They were impressed as well by Harry she managed to hang
on as slice after bloody slice was cut from her.

The noise of the motor stopped. Sammy sagged, not trying

to move, she had to be too damaged after that to stand
ever again anyway. Her mother was walking over to her.
Just for a second Sammy expected to be congratulated for
holding on so well. She wasn't.

"You dumb ugly sow." was her mother's piercing comment,

swinging another jaw-breaking backhand across her
daughter's face. As Sammy slipped sideways, her fall was
halted and she was yanked upright by her nipples, both
held in a vice-like grip.

"So pathetically desperate you'll even hang on as your

own arse is sliced off."

Sammy looked up into her mother's eyes, and received

just the ghost of a wink in return. Somehow this just
made things feel odder. Her mother had always been so
gentle and playful.
Seeing that in the woman abusing her so successfully
felt very weird.

****

"Beg me to gut you like the rotten pig you are."

Strapped to a board, tilted just enough to leave her

face visible to her audience, Sammy had seen the knife
in her mother's hand. The sight had made her take one
last look at her ample bosom. This was not what she'd
expected to hear. Gutting! Was she going to be snuffed
with her tits intact? But she'd volunteered. Now,
however confusing, she needed to follow it through.

"Please gut me mummy." Sammy thought she'd finished, but

another backhand told her she was wrong. She forced out
the rest of the line, "Like the rotten little pig that I
am."

"Squeal then, piggy."

She did squeal and and then she squealed again, but
louder. With exquisite slowness Debbie eased the knife
into the soft young flesh of her daughter's midriff.
With unhurried care she drew it across the width of the
pristine white skin, leaving a scarlet line behind it.
Held securely, Sammy could barely thrash in her agony.

"Look how disgusting you are, you putrid tramp."

Now her mother was digging into her lacerated stomach,

wrenching out handfuls of her own intestines to shake in
her face, before dropping them casually to the floor.
Then the knife was back, this time with a blowtorch,
slicing and cauterising her guts.

The audience was standing, transfixed and gasping, at

the skill being displayed. Sammy might be too tormented
to realise, but they could see what was happening. In a
few short moments the young girl's belly was just a
burnt empty cavity. It was hard for the keening girl to
understand how she was still alive. Her eventual fate
might be sealed beyond all hope, but she was destined to
be her mother's degraded plaything for quite some time
yet.

Debbie whistle cheerfully as she roughly sewed her

daughter shut. Then she tilted the girl flat before
straightening up to look round the room, searching for
what she needed next.

"Get up here Eve. Let's see if you've got something for

your sister."

Eve positively bounded back up onto the stage, her happy

grin not a good sign in Sammy's eyes. She'd rid herself
of the strap-on, but didn't seem to have found anything
to replace it. There was still a reminder of a cock in
her crotch, the cheeky tramp had shaved her pubes into
the shape of one, its balls surrounding a clit so
engorged its tip poked above the hair.

Debbie bent down until her eldest daughter could feel

warm breath on her cheek.

"Right, slut! Your sister is going to very kind and feed

you with the only thing a whore like you deserves. Make
sure you eat it all, or I'll just throw you on the
garbage heap now."

She didn't think her mother meant it, but she wasn't
about to take the chance. Whatever it was, she was
determined eat it all. When Eve stood over her and
squatted down, Sammy realised with disgust what the
'food' would be, but still opened her mouth wide, to the
delight of everyone watching.

Eve showed no shame. Back to the audience, she spread

her cheeks wide so everyone could see her puckered hole
expand as the turd pushed out.

Giggling, as it landed in her sister's mouth, she

whispered to Sammy, "Nothing but fish and pork for two
days, that should be properly stinky."

Rolling her eyes up at the stench, Eve had definitely

been right, she could see the front row filled with the
sniggering faces of her schoolmates. At side of the
stage, watching intently, was Miss Corby. Sammy's
humiliation felt complete, her idol was seeing her gag
on her own sister's shit for the entertainment of these
laughing teenagers.

It was hard, but Sammy managed to force down the last of

Eve's putrid offering. Repeated retching brought an
additional agony, as the severed end of her food-pipe
twisted and tore against her diaphragm. If she'd still
had a stomach, Sammy was sure she'd have vomited it
empty by now.

Then, to her horror, her mother announced, "Anyone else

for a turn?"

Arsehole after stinking arsehole had been pushed into

her face. Some behind dicks, some behind muffs, all
delivering their foul contents into her mouth. Fat Jason
from school had been particularly bad, her grandma's
decaying arse even worse. Even when the last stinking
mouthful had been swallowed, Sammy still at the thought
of what she now contained. Painfully lifting her head a
little, she could see her bloated belly rising above
oddly still undamaged tits, the stitches in it
stretched. That warm full feeling was, not her own
organs, but the rotten contents of uncounted bowels.

Caught up in her own wretched condition, Sammy didn't

notice another straining hole until its shadow fell
across her face. She looked up to see an opening
sphincter behind a pussy so moist it was actually
dripping. Sammy had tried to avoid looking at faces as
the constant succession of arseholes descended on her,
but now she couldn't help twisting to see who found
demeaning her so very exciting. It seemed unbelievable,
she was staring up at Alicia! Her friend's face was
trying to look awkward, but the glow of pleasure kept
breaking through. This was her best friend getting off
on shitting into her mouth!

"Mmph nme nwf?" Sammy complained, her mouth stuffed full

of dung.

Sammy found her friend's reply oddly cheerful, given how

disgustingly she was being treated by her. Alicia might
usually have got the sense of Sammy's muffled utterance,
but was now far too charged to sympathise.

"This is just so exciting, Sam." she chattered happily,

as though they'd met up for a gossip on the way home.
"I've been thinking about this show ever since you told
me, and it's still managed to be even more extreme than
I could imagine. It's weird, but knowing how much you
hate all this is driving me wild"

Her bowels emptied, Alicia casually stood up and stepped

away, leaving her friend to force down the last of their
foetid contents. As her mother left the stage, Sammy saw
the woman smile at Alicia and pull her in for a hug. Had
her mother arranged for everyone she liked to publicly
humiliate her? For Sammy, who'd never experienced the
pleasure of watching a snuff show, it felt strange that
her mental agony was pleasing a crowded roomful of
people.

Alicia's was definitely the last sphincter to disgorged

its contents. Feeding time over, Sammy's mother strolled
back into the centre of the stage.

"Thank you everyone. Let's just hope Sammy's greed is

satisfied, she's certainly looking fat enough now."

"If you ask me, that girl is full of shit." some wit
cried out from the back, generating a ripple of
laughter. Another ignominy, almost driving out the
stench that clogged her nostrils.

"You could be right." Debbie responded. "The little pigs

been gobbling away like a pro. Let's hang her up and
take a look. Then I've an idea for another fun game we
can all play."

For a moment Sammy almost hoped hanging her up would be

by the neck, even if it did cut short her performance.
Then she realised another fun game with her would hardly
be much fun if she'd already been snuffed. Seeing a pair
of thick iron hooks in her mother's hands, she knew she
was right.

Her mother's question sounded so innocent, "Shall we

have a fun game then, Sammy?"

Sammy didn't know what was coming, just it would hurt

and humiliate. She nodded her head.

"Just hold out your boobies for me, there's a love."

Sammy cupped her hands around her boobs and pushed them
out. Looking down at the smooth, soft mounds rising
above her distorted and torn stomach, they looked so
perfect.

"Are you a dumb cunt Sammy?"

A nod.

"Would you like me to hang you by those big boobies?"

She could see the excited faces peering at her. Sammy

forced out another nod.

Her nails drew blood from her tits as she clung tightly
to them, impelling them into the path of her mother's
torment. Her mother drew blood from them too, as she
drove the solid iron right into the core of each
mammary.

It seemed almost impossible, as she was lifted into the

air, that her breasts weren't just torn right off.
Obscenely stretched upwards in front of her face, she
could see the pale skin stretched drum-tight and her tit
meat being squeezed out of the gash where the hook
passed through. Sammy gasped and grunted in pain, her
hands struggling for purchase on the greased chain that
ran to the ceiling.

"Stop trying to avoid your suffering, you worthless

little shit!" her mother's words were accompanied by a
crashing pain in her shins, sending her swinging. That
made her scream even louder as she felt, and saw, her
tits rip open a little more.

"Get your hands behind your back!"

She desperately wanted to grab at the chain, try and

relieve the unnatural strain that was ripping at her
torso. She didn't, she forced her hands behind her back,
fists balled tight to control herself. It really was a
relief when she felt the handcuffs close over her
wrists.

"Okay everyone." Debbie was addressing the audience

again, "Another chance for you all to join in. A little
game called ' Pin the Weight '. Eve's got the box of
weights, one each. The last person to pin one before
dumbo's flabby tits rip gets a bottle of champagne."
One of her cousins won. Sammy's tits had stretched so
far she could nearly touch the floor anyway, breasts
wrenched open as the hooks had ripped so slowly through
them. There was a snap, then thick wet slapping as
slices of torn flesh, released from their immense
tension, hit her with quite some force. For a moment she
balanced silently upright, but there were no muscles
left for support and she collapsed howling on the floor.

"Get those weights off your sister would you. Eve. We

need to pick the lazy slag up. The fat cow's heavy
enough without adding to it."

Eve took to pulling the weights free with a brutal

carelessness, ripping out the thin hooks with abandon.
By the time she was done her sister's legs were a mass
of nasty little cuts. Really getting into it, as she'd
helped drag Sammy up and tie her onto a chair, Eve had
taken the opportunity to spit in her sister's eye. Given
Sammy's face was still smeared with every shade of shit,
it shouldn't have been that bad, but, somehow, this
intimate and clearly impromptu gesture from her sister
felt particularly demeaning.

Now her mother turned to 'chat' with the audience. "This

cunt's so stupid she wants pleasuring even now. Let's
get her secret teenage crush to do the honours."

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Chapter Seven - Crushed with a Crush
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How did mum know, thought Sammy. It was Miss Corby

approaching and parting her legs! Even in her agony, she
cringed as her secret fantasy was played out in front of
a laughing crowd. She tried to resist as she felt a
tongue probing her clitoris, but her body betrayed her.

The orgasmic wave of pleasure hit like a train, and

vanished even faster, letting the pain and sounds of
hurtful laughter flood back in.

"See, she's such a slut she still wants a fuck even now.
A little correction from her teacher I think Miss
Corby."

Her teacher's beautiful face rose into her view, blood

and mucus dribbling from chin, with a wicked little
smile playing across it. So like Sammy's fantasy the
confused girl half expected a kiss from those damp lips.
Staring into Miss Corby's eyes, Sammy didn't even notice
the fist until it connected with her jaw, sending her
head flying sideways.

Everyone must have seen her face change from hope to

shock. A gale of laughter swept round the room. She knew
it was silly of her to have expected anything else, but
Miss Corby had always been so nice and friendly. This
was the first person who had given her an orgasm.

Now Miss Corby was leaning in to whisper to her, and not

a stage one this time. It was a genuinely intimate
moment between the two of them.

"I know you're hurt Sammy. You wouldn't believe the

pleasure that's giving me. I'm going to be wanking
myself stupid tonight over the thought of how I smashed
your sweet young face to pulp."

Somehow, that made it better. She almost managed to

ignore the bursts of derisive laughter as she lifted up
her face and let her idol beat it bloody, bruised, and
almost unrecognisable. She might have been a snivelling
mess, but she couldn't resist.

Her mother and sister were coming back, both carrying

bolt-cutters. It was Eve, with a wicked little grin, who
let her know what was coming next.

"Mum says no more nasty self-pleasuring for you. Not

like you used to, thinking of Miss Corby. So we're going
to take those naughty little fingers off."

Despite her battering, she was stung by the sniggers

from the audience. Whatever Sammy's muffled response was
though, made unintelligible by a swollen and bloody
mouth, it was lost in her wails as her hands were
methodically denuded. Her body hadn't tried to resist
the mutilation, she wasn't sure it had the strength
left.

Given no time to recover, her severed fingers left where

they had fallen, Sammy was dragged upright, still
howling in pain. Debbie and Eve showed no mercy to the
suffering girl as they roughly clamped her back into the
restraints where her torture had begun in.

It was a very different girl who now hung in the chains

from the sweet young thing who had so willingly stood in
them barely two hours before. She couldn't stand now,
the destruction of her arse had ensured that. Her
smooth, plump flesh had been nearly perfect, now it was
utterly desecrated. An ugly line of stitching ran across
her bloated belly. Her glorious, tender breasts had been
ripped into dangling shreds, her delicate fingers
reduced to a set of bloody stumps. Then her face,
swollen, bruised and bloody, eyes black and teeth
missing, was a testament to the sustained viciousness of
Miss Corby's attack.

"Miss Corby, if you'd like to come up here. You look

like you need to cum, and I think somebody here is
longing to help you."

Sammy was confused, but hopeful. How was she going to

take this woman to ecstasy? Her tongue was swollen
inside her mouth, she didn't have fingers left to search
out the hallowed ground between those milk-white thighs.
She could only look on in wonder, desperate not to let
her physical torment overwhelm her.

Miss Corby was wearing a little black dress, the perfect

accompaniment to her waves of long blonde hair and pale
skin. There was more than one whistle as she slipped it
off to reveal nothing underneath. Even in her near-
destroyed state, Sammy practically drooled at the site.
The slim, well-toned, body, the pert little bum, the
trim blond patch on her crotch and just a perfect
handful for each breast.

Now that full mouth, with its succulent moist lips,

uttered words that stabbed into Sammy like another
knife, "Come here Eve, you lovely girl. Let's take each
other to ecstasy as your fat skank of a sister gets to
watch."

Damaged beyond hope of repair, Sammy hadn't taken in the

events playing out on the stage around her, but her
audience had. There'd been tension as they saw hope rise
in her, now they cracked, clapping and laughing, as
dejection dropped onto her.

Eve, her boots the only clothing left, practically leapt

at the lovely naked blonde, and Miss Corby opened wide
to the girl's lunging advances. In no time they were
twisting tongues together as frantic hands played the
other's sexual organ.

Sammy was lost in her own world, her body ringing with
the abuses it had been subjected to. Now the body she
had dreamed of arousing was shagging in front of her,
and with her own sister, making the tormented and
crippled girl desperate. Sammy struggled as best she
could in her chains, searching for some friction on her
clit.

She barely noticed the delighted reaction of her

audience to her futile twisting, she didn't really take
in anything until her mother's voice roared in her ear.

"Trying to get pleasure for yourself!? You selfish cow!"

She stopped writhing, partly from shock, but mostly from

shame. After all, She was meant to be giving, not
receiving.

Her mother carried on, a little more quietly, grabbing

the snips as she did so. "I think we forgot to take one
more useless bit."

As the snips pushed between her thighs, probing into her

sex, Sammy, almost involuntarily pushed herself onto
them. Shamed by her actions, she sought to bring more
pleasure to her audience by having her own source of
pleasure sliced out.
She succeeded beyond her hopes. Debbie cut so slowly
into her daughter's clit, almost nerve by nerve. Sammy
had not felt pain like it, even gutting had not been so
severe. She screamed, bucked and twisted, but the
steady, slicing pressure was relentless. By the end of
the second snip, as the bloody nub fell to the floor,
she had no voice left to scream with.

Red-faced and panting, wildly excited herself, Debbie

sought out her husband. She smiled with relief when she
spied him, an ecstatic look on his face and a
substantial bulge in his groin. She reached out to pull
him back onto the stage.

Debbie released a single fastening, and the heavy velvet

of her skirt dropped smoothly down her legs. She stood,
facing the audience, her torso still decently covered,
but from the waist down just a latticework of utterly
revealing fishnet, her pussy not even having this
pretence of a covering. She stood for a moment, to bask
in the compliments and odd whistle that erupted.

"Come on love." she encouraged, unnecessarily. "Time for

you to experience a real woman as this diseased slapper
breathes her last."

As her husband came up, his generous male appendage now

hard as granite, she turned and bent over a little,
casually resting her fingers round Sammy's neck.

This final tableau was a sight to lighten the heart of

even the most jaded watcher. On the left, in profile,
Sammy's father, thrusting in and out hard. Next to him,
bent over in profile too, Sammy's mother, one end
dressed full-slut, it's pussy getting thrashed, the
other end happy and prim, its hands reaching out to
gently start squeezing. Connected to these hands, face
on to the audience, Sammy, broken, bloated, bloody and
torn, tormented beyond screaming, but still keeping up a
show no one, least of all her father, would forget.
Finally, on the right, Sammy's sister and teacher, lost
in ecstatic exploration of each other's body.

No words now came from the stage, and not many from the
spellbound audience. There was plenty of noise from the
performers though. Struggling gasps from Sammy, as the
fingers round her throat grew tighter, her face
skilfully twisted to ensure she caught the sapphic sport
at her side. Grunts from her father, as he pistoned
harder and harder into his wife. Moans of increasing
arousal from every performing female who expected to
survive.

With the skill born of much practice, Debbie came as her

daughter went. Her crushing grip snuffing Sammy at the
exact moment her pussy contracted hard around its
bloated intruder, drawing a hot stream of cum into its
welcoming embrace.
As they left, everyone agreed it had been the perfect
ending. Debbie's diabolical mind had not only provided
her daughter with hours of suffering, but had also
created for the star a last humiliating sight, her
little sister getting to live out the fantasy Sammy had
wanted for herself.

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Epilogue
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Debbie, urged on by Eve, went back to directing. Her

first show starred Eve, who went out ecstatic in front
of the largest audience the Charnel House had ever seen.

Miss Corby had found her calling. For the school's

summer fundraiser she snuffed six students in what,
everyone agreed, was the most brutally violent way
they'd seen in ages.

Sammy's father never again had such an amazing birthday.

Life had its compensations though, his wife had taken to
using him when her shows required a hard cock or a
strong pair of hands.

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