Chapter 3 – An Unusual End to Breakfast

The sun was high next morning when Adam came strolling down the stairs of his new home, deep in thought. Last night still seemed like half a dream to him, but he knew it hadn't been. The merry little chink of cutlery on china, and a murmur of voices, told him where he should go. He walked in wondering what today would bring.

Around the kitchen table he found Ruth and her three daughters enjoying a leisurely breakfast. The girls were looking lovely back in their cotton dresses, while their mother was pulling off the same trick in a plain linen skirt and blouse. They all looked up, broad smiles on their faces, as Adam entered. Emily's free hand unconsciously slipped between her legs.

"Good morning Adam." Ruth stood up to usher him to a place at the table. "I hope you're well rested. We were just discussing last night. Sit down, let me get you some breakfast and we’ll catch you up on our conversation."

Almost before he'd sat down Emily started speaking. "I was just telling mummy I can't believe how good last night was. I'm sitting here now on the softest cushion I could find, just so the pain doesn't distract me too much. The only downside is, mum says, no more fucking for a week until I'm healed."

"That's too bad. Last night, when I was ripping into your cunt and watching you scream, I felt in heaven." Adam glanced at Emily after saying this, and was pleased to see a gratified look pass across her face. He was surprised how easy he found it to fit into this new life.

"You didn't like screwing Beth then?" Ruth teased Adam as she put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him.

"That's unfair." Adam looked towards the pretty blonde, " You know how hard I was as I ravaged your pussy. I only wish you'd been in a position where I could do this as well." Adam reached over to Beth and pinched hard on one of the nipples he could see, poking, erect, under the thin material of her dress. Beth winced then smiled playfully at him.

Ruth looked down at this happy scene and reached a decision. As soon as Adam had finished breakfast there was something she wanted to ask him. She let the girls chat lightly about when Sian was going to get deflowered, while she considered how best to broach the subject.

"Would you like to help me with my plan to thank George?" Ruth barely let Adam finish his last mouthful and take a sip of coffee before she started speaking. "I have something in mind that I know will make him happy."

"I'm not sure I could refuse anything for this family."

"That's good, because this is quite a big ask, particularly for someone who's new to all this." Ruth studied Adam's face and was pleased by the look of intrigued anticipation she saw there.

She hurried on, "I've been thinking about this for a while now, ever since George did Lucy next door. It's partly for me, but mainly because I know George will love it. I want to get snuffed, slowly, painfully and in public, and I was hoping you'd help me."

Even after everything, Adam was a little shocked by this news. Ruth’s daughters didn't seem at all surprised though; they were excitedly hugging their mother and casting hopeful glances at him.

"You've got to let me help you mum." little Sian piped up eagerly.

"Beth and me as well." Emily said.

"I'd love that girls, I'm hoping we can do it at daddy’s club. But we still haven't heard how Adam feels."

"Daddy's club?" was all Adam could find to say.

"Daddy owns The Pain Zone." Emily told him.

"I was looking at a poster for that place when I bumped into George." Adam remembered, "What is it?"

Ruth looked surprised this hadn't come up before, but then things had been moving pretty fast. "It's the best club in town. Women tortured every night, and if one of them doesn't snuff everybody gets their money back. Last time I was there my friend Dawn was done."

"Wow! This town is amazing. What happened to Dawn, was it good?"

"Good? It was brilliant! Her son took charge, only seventeen but he'd already snuffed one of his sisters."

"Mum you didn't tell us about Dawn." Sian complained. "You know I love hearing about the club."

"I'm sorry darling." Ruth apologised. "We had the plumber in the next day and it passed out of my mind. Shall I tell you about it now?"

"Yes please!"

"John, that's her son, started off by tying her up and giving her a heavy whipping. Left her bottom red and bloody, and one of her tits split open. Then he went at her with a baseball bat, she was coughing blood and had a broken arm bone poking out when he'd finished. Then he bent her over and literally hammered the bat up her arsehole, I've never heard a scream like it."

"Mummy! And you hadn't told us this before." Sian complained. "Then what happened?"

"Well, two of the hostesses brought out a shallow pool and John dumped his mother in it. She couldn't walk by then, I'm pretty sure her pelvis and one of her legs had been broken. Then he took this massive nail and hammered it straight through her belly button into the floor. He definitely hit her spine because her legs stopped moving. When he'd done that he hammered nails at angles through her cheeks so her mouth was held wide open and she couldn't move her head."

Adam sat frozen, overwhelmed by his feelings as the story unfolded. Imagining the sight of a son inflicting such cruel abuse on his mother, his erection was threatening to burst out of his trousers. Emily, sitting next to him, noticed the bulge and started to gently massage his crotch.

Ruth didn't fail to notice the movements across the table and smiled as she continued her story. "Hang on, I'm telling this in the wrong order. I forgot to mention that everybody before the performance was asked to take an enema."

"Everybody was, why?" a flushed Sian was hanging off her mother's every word.

"I'm just about to tell you that." Ruth smiled at her youngest daughter, who was gripped, as usual, by the story. "Because now we were all asked to come and empty our bowels into the pool. There must have been three hundred people in that night, the club was packed. Anyway, all our arses were stuffed with a couple of litres of water, not to mention the shit, and the pool filled up pretty quickly. There were a lot of relieved faces as people pulled up their pants and stepped back."

"Is two litres a lot for an enema then?" Beth enquired with considerable interest.

"Oh, it's not a torture amount, but it's a lot to hold while you're just watching a show." Ruth explained. "I remember your father once got ten litres in me. I looked like I was pregnant again."

"I'd have loved to see that." Beth sighed.

"I'm sure you will one day." Ruth assured her. "I’m betting you’ll experience it as well. Anyway, to go back to my tale, the pool was soon filled and Dawn was drowning. The last thing she'll have seen, through the shit-filled water, was her son standing over her and wanking."

As her story finished, Adam sat back to look admiringly at Ruth, he knew he'd love to see that gorgeous body abused.

"So, do you think you're up to snuffing me?" Ruth smiled coyly at him.

"I think I am." Adam replied eagerly. "But if I don't use this erection soon I think it's going to be wasted."

So breakfast finished with Adam laying Ruth across the table, pulling aside her knickers, and buggering her. Anxious to practice, he directed Beth to open her mother's blouse and dig her teeth into the left breast, which she did without a murmur (unlike Ruth who screamed loudly).

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.