Chapter 5 – The Big Day

Wednesday morning. Adam found himself looking across the breakfast table at Ruth with hungry eyes. Even wearing an old T-shirt and sweatpants he found her amazingly attractive. When he'd first seen this gorgeous, busty, red-headed, matron, less than two weeks ago, he'd been frightened by his desire to rip into her soft body. Now, tonight, in public, with the blessing of her husband, and assisted by her daughters, every thought he'd had then , and so much more, were going to become reality

"You're looking pensive Adam." Ruth smiled across the table at him. "Are you worried about tonight?"

"A little. Am I going to get this right?"

"You'll be fine." Ruth reassured him. "I've seen how you look at my body, I've seen George look like that, and what the woman looked like afterwards. Take a good look at this Adam." Ruth stood up, pulling off her clothes, and gave him a slow twirl, "I know by the end of tonight this will be a shattered corpse."

Adam felt reassured by Ruth's words, and even felt calm enough to eat a little of his breakfast. Emily and Sian were chattering excitedly with their now naked mother about previous snuff sessions, even reaching across to feel the give in her breasts as the talk turned to tit torture. The girls both knew Adam’s plan for tonight, but were forbidden from telling their mother, he wanted Ruth surprised with his ingenuity. Beth and George were missing from the breakfast table, George had left earlier to make sure the club was perfect, while Beth was upstairs eating a turd Adam had left on the bathroom floor for her.

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Adam settled nervously into his seat at the club. His armchair had been positioned on the stage, at the far end from the performers entrance. As he sunk into the soft fabric, he could feel his heart pounding in anticipation. He knew Ruth and her daughters were backstage now, preparing themselves. The club was bustling with a horde of friends and family, adding to his sense of responsibility to make sure the evening went off perfectly.

Before he'd been led to his seat of honour, he'd been drawn into a social whirlwind, being introduced to everyone George felt he should meet. Ruth's mother had greeted him particularly cheerfully from her wheelchair, and insisted on showing him the gaping hollow that was her cunt. George's sister, Polly, had dragged Adam aside to run skewers through her tits and bugger her, "just to relieve the tension" as she put it. Many of George's friends, of both sexes, were casting envious glances at him.

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Now the moment had come. The lights around the edges of the club dimmed, leaving only the stage brightly illuminated, and a hush fell across the throng as they hurried to find a good position.

George bound to the middle of the stage, "Welcome, friends, to this very special night at The Pain Zone. Tonight my gorgeous wife of 16 years, Ruth, has volunteered to entertain us all. Our hostesses for the night will be my own three daughters, directed by my very good new friend Adam. Come on out girls!"

To rapturous applause, stark naked, her rounded curves, full breasts and bright ginger snatch on display to all, a black leather leash around her neck, Ruth was led out by her youngest daughter, Sian. The other two girls were walking to either side of her, holding her hands. Sian was, as promised, wearing her skin-tight catsuit, leaving so little to the imagination you could clearly see her nipples and smooth cunt-crack, only her feet were bare. Beth and Emily wore matching g-strings in a clear blue gauze, tiny matching camisoles barely covering their breasts, red fishnet stockings and five inch red stiletto's. Adam had watched the girls totter about for the past three days as they learned how to walk in their new shoes.

The party halted in the centre of the floor, facing Adam. Ruth was trembling with fear and anticipation as her daughter's clasped her hands tighter. Little Sian stood, smiling broadly, eagerly awaiting direction. At a sign from Adam, Beth and Emily returned backstage to bring out the saltire cross.

"Girls, take your mother and strap her down firmly, then lie her flat." Adam's voice shot through the silence that had descended like a bullet. Ruth laid herself against the cross, arms and legs outstretched. The girls hastened to strap their mothers wrists, ankles and body tightly, before tilting her horizontal.

"I know your bladders are full, girls. Empty their stinking contents over this whore and tell her what she is."

To applause and whistles from the audience, Beth went first, pulling aside her g-string to let loose a torrent of piss across her mother's body and face, calling her a slut and a disgusting piece of filth. Almost before she had finished, Emily was clambering up to continue the stream of urine and abuse.

Adam had Sian, unable to simply pull aside the catsuit, shove her covered little pussy into Ruth's open mouth and let her piss gush through the thin material.

"Drown you cunt." she shouted at her gasping mother, drawing an approving murmur and bursts of clapping. Her little face was wreathed in pleasure, clearly moving from hearing her mother's tales of the club, to actually participating, was everything she'd hoped for. Her mother, choking and struggling as her mouth and nose filled up with fresh urine, inadvertently bit down on Sian's pussy, making her squeal delightedly in pain.

When Sian clambered off her mother's face, Adam called for Ruth to be tilted up a little. He ordered Beth and Emily chew on their mother's nipples, in an abusive parody of their early years. As Ruth moaned in pain, he had Sian kneel before her, then raise her fists up, then shove them into the slack arse and pussy of her abused mother.

"Now punch hard." Adam ordered Sian, "feel her bowels and cervix break against your knuckles."

Ruth's moans changed to screams as Sian set to with gusto, her efforts quickly drawing blood. Despite her enemas, flecks of shit still flew about as Sian punched into her arsehole.

"Don't stop Sian, the cunt's hating it." Adam, his rising lust removing all the nerves he’d felt before tonight, was getting into his stride. "Emily, come over here, I need a fuck. Beth, grab the long needles. I want to see that fat whores saggy tits looking like a pin cushion."

Beth complied enthusiastically, throwing degrading comments at her mother as each needle drew another scream. Emily lowered herself onto Adam's cock as he lay back in the armchair, before being bounced up and down like a ragdoll.

Beth had placed her twentieth four inch needle, Sian was slowing her assault as her arms tired, Emily's cunt was, once again, bleeding profusely. Time, Adam felt, to start some real damage. He spewed his seed into Emily, before pushing her off onto the floor.

"Beth, grab the catheter and the high pressure hose. Sian, shove your fist in her mouth, I don't want to hear that pathetic mewling. Use the one that's been up her arse."

Adam looked on with pleasure as a shivering Ruth gagged on the stinking fist Sian was shoving into her mouth. He caught the collective intake of breath as Beth forced the catheter into her mother's pee-hole. As Beth turned on the water, and the base of Ruth's stomach started to swell, there was an excited murmur of approval. The howl of pain, clearly audible even through Sian's fist, as her bladder burst, brought a gasp from everyone.

When Beth yanked out the catheter, a torrent, of water, piss and blood, burst out of her. She leant over her mother and said, in a carrying whisper, "Covered in your own waste and howling like an animal, you pathetic slag!"

Adam was finding he barely had to direct the girls. They were attacking their mother's increasingly battered body with gusto and, following Beth's expert lead, heaping on increasingly degrading insults. Ruth herself was crying, and screaming, and whimpering, but not once begging for her torment to end.

Around the stage, the audience were showing their appreciation of the spectacle. Murmurs of approval and bursts of clapping, gasps and cheers, had been heard almost continuously since Ruth stepped into their view. As Adam looked around now he could see many people with hands in their own, or others, laps, rubbing furiously. Some women were already on their knees, choking around a cock. Near the back a youth was fucking a much older woman across a table, the eyes of both fixed on the stage.

"Emily grab the hooks, Beth get the cuffs." Adam had drilled the girls with their parts, and really didn't need to say more.

Emily grabbed the soft flank on one side of her mother's midriff, forcing a hook through the ample flesh before locking it in place. Then she moved around and forced the second hook through the other side. After releasing Ruth’s arms from the cross, the girl attached the cuffs on her mother’s wrists to the hooks driven through her midriff, leaving both arms clamped to her sides but her belly totally exposed.

Beth tore out the needles from her mother's breasts and picked up two short metal rods with pointed ends. She stared into her mother's face, "Time to say goodbye to these saggy udders, cunt."

Ruth knew what her daughter was about to do, she even managed a brief satisfied smile before her face contorted, as her eldest daughter drove a rod through each of her tits. Sian and Emily attached a spreader bar to their mothers ankles and unstrapped her from the cross, Beth attached the rods through the breasts to ropes that dangled on pulley's from the ceiling. Ruth's almost constant mewling turned to a howl of pain as Emily and Sian pulled hard on the rope that hauled her up to dangle above, her entire weight now borne by her substantial mammaries.

Sian giggled as she grabbed the spreader bar and performed a somersault through her mother's legs, kicking her pussy as she went past, causing the rods to visibly rip through Ruth's breasts. "Let's make mummy a titless tart." she exclaimed happily, on seeing the damage she'd already done.

Emily and Beth each took a leg and lent their weight upon them, stretching Ruth's breasts like bungees as the rods slowly tore them open. With a final howl Ruth fell to the floor, the shredded remains of her, once impressive, tits dangling from her.

“Time to make the slut pregnant girls.” Adam spoke for the first time in several minutes, happy to let the girls demonstrate their own cruel abilities. He now wanted to move on to something he'd been particularly looking forward to. "And someone bring me a girl to bugger."

George, who was sitting right beside the stage, choke-fucking Sally as he watched his wife being destroyed, released her and sent her to pleasure Adam. He grabbed a passing waitress to take her place.

On stage, Emily and Beth had turned Ruth over and were forcing a solid six-inch wide plug into her arsehole. Sian attached a high-pressure hose to a fitting on the base of the plug before Emily attached ropes to her mother's ankles and began hauling her up. The unusual nature of the plug became apparent as Sian turned on the tap and Ruth's belly began to swell, a pipe through the centre was allowing the water straight in to swell her bowels.

Adam watched in delight as Ruth's smooth plump belly grew and stretched. He pulled Sally’s bleeding rectum off his rock-hard penis and forced her head right down onto the stinking shaft, leaving him a clear view of the desecration taking place before him. He could almost hear the creaking as Ruth’s skin stretched taut, the enormous butt plug preventing release. Ruth's screams grew fainter, and her breathing shallow, as the pressure inside prevented her lungs from filling.

Clapping his hands together, Adam shouted, "That’s great. I love a pregnant slut whore. Is that more than ten litres? Emily, grab a knife and make this fat cow give birth before she passes out."

Emily stabbed the knife in just below the pubic bone and sliced down hard, only stopping when she hit a rib. The enormous pressure in Ruth's guts was suddenly released, and the entire contents of her abdomen exploded out of the opening, showering the girls in blood, guts and shit. If they made any noise as they were covered in filth, it would have been lost beneath the howling scream that erupted from Ruth, and the cheering that burst from the audience.

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.