Chapter 6 – Sian Gets Over-Excited

Little Sian licked her lips as she released the rope, dropping her moaning mother hard onto the floor. As the show had progressed she’d become more and more excited, and  now positively trembled with a desire to join in. As she admired the ruined body of her mother, shuddering hopelessly where she lay, she reached a decision and, turning to her father, burst out with, "Daddy I want to be snuffed now as well. This is so brilliant!"

George, his dick deep in the arse of a struggling waitress, happily agreed. "Of course darling, I’d love to see your pretty body ripped apart.” Then, “Make sure she screams like her mother." to Adam and the other girls.

As George cut Sian out of her catsuit, exposing her unblemished young body to the world, Emily and Beth, not wanting to miss a chance for more depravity, squatted over their mother, each forcing out an enormous turd. When they had wiped their arses with Ruth’s hair, their attention was turned to Sian, leaving their mother's face and empty stomach covered in shit.

"Beth nail this young hussy to the cross, Emily grab a blowtorch." Adam, feeling inspired, knew what he planned to do with this new, willing, young victim.

With an expression of sublime contentment on her face, Sian stood against the cross and spread her arms and legs wide, allowing herself to be firmly strapped in place. Only as Beth placed the nail against her hand and lifted the hammer did she show any apprehension, this was going to be her first time, and she knew, with certainty, her last. When the nail drove through her hand, her whole body convulsed, leaving her unable even to scream. Only as the subsequent nails, clearly still as painful, but less shocking, were driven in, did she scream and writhe. When she had firmly nailed her little sister in place by hands and feet, Beth released the straps and let Sian’s weight tear against the nails through her flesh.

Adam surveyed the scene before him with satisfied pleasure. Ruth lay moaning on the floor, half forgotten, shit-covered and mutilated. Above her she could see her youngest daughter hanging, whimpering, from nails through her hands and feet, readily seeking the same agonizing destruction.

“Emily, get in there and suckle your sister’s tits with the blowtorch. Beth, your mother said she had a loose cunt, rip the slapper wide open, I want to be able to fit a football in there, break her pelvis if you have to.”

Sian’s screams as Emily applied the blowtorch to her nipples were music to the ears of everyone in the club. Around him, Adam couldn’t now see anyone who wasn’t either furiously masturbating or penetrating a partner. Adam himself had little Sally’s rectum, once again, firmly impaled on his dick. As he watched, Sian’s barely budding breasts were reduced to black, smouldering hollows.

Meanwhile, Beth had set to work on Ruth’s pussy with gusto. Using first one, then both, fists, yanking and pulling, stretching her mother’s gash into a vast cavern. Ruth lay writhing feebly on the floor as her daughter wrecked her love-hole, all her energy taken in howling as her most sensitive parts were torn wide open.

Adam’s next command drew a gasp of relish from the assembled throng, “Grab the cleaver and hack that little slapper down. I want her shoved back into that fat slag she came out of, head first.”

Sian was quickly released from the cross. With careless abandon, knowing she wasn’t going to survive, Beth and Emily had simply hacked off Sian’s hands and feet, leaving them nailed in place. They dragged their baby sister, gasping and gibbering, over to Ruth’s gaping crotch, and began forcing her head into the chasm.

“Enjoying getting your slut daughter back, you sad bitch?” Beth giggled, as Ruth keened with pain, her pussy ripping open.

Despite Beth’s efforts, Sian’s head was too tight a fit and Emily had to grab the hammer to break Ruth’s pelvis before her sister's face emerged through the gash in her mother’s belly, smeared with the shit they’d dumped there.

As Adam looking at Sian, gasping for air, slowly strangled by the clasp of her mother’s vulva round her neck, felt spurred to take his first anal virginity. He pulled Sally off his bullet-hard erection and flung her casually off the stage. Grabbing Sian's struggling legs, he pulled her body up and spread her wide, exposing her tight virgin sphincter.

Adam jeered at Ruth, "You're a broken, filthy whore and now I'm going to split your slut daughters rectum." With that he shoved his thick member into the tight, protesting, hole, ripping and tearing as he went, causing Sian's face to screw-up tight and tears to stream from her eyes.

As Adam violently sodomised Sian, he instructed the other girls to prepare an enema. "Let's fill this sad hussy like her mother." he said.

After a plug, barely smaller than Ruth's, was rammed into Sian's mangled arse, the tap was turned on and her belly began to swell. Only when she could hardly breathe was the water turned off, leaving her undeveloped young body looking grotesquely pregnant, her skin pulled into a maze of scarlet stretch marks

"Time to make them dance. Beth get the noose round your slag mother's throat."

It was time for the final act. As soon as Ruth was in the noose, she was slowly raised high into the air, until Sian, too, was clear of the floor and being slowly hanged by her own mother's pussy. Both mother and daughter struggled fiercely, Ruth repeatedly kicking her youngest child's hideously swollen stomach, adding multiple bruises to the already existing damage.

Emily, on her own initiative, picked up the blowtorch and began to play it merrily across her little sister's pussy. The effect, even as she was dying, was electric. Sian jerked and struggled wildly as her sex was burnt away. This perfect final piece of cruelty brought the audience to its feet, clapping and cheering wildly.

As they dangled from the ceiling, George looked on and swelled with pride at the scene. The gorgeous, matronly Ruth and her pretty little daughter in their final death throes. Ruth's excrement smeared body, with the tatters of flesh where her proud breasts used to hang, and a deep gash in her stomach with her daughter's agonised face peering out. Sian, stumps instead of hands and feet, rust-red craters for tits, her belly disfigured and swollen tight, and a blackened mess for a cunt.

Neither mother or daughter soiled themselves as they finally succumbed. Ruth's bladder and bowels were long gone, while Sian's pee-hole was burnt shut, and the giant plug was wedged immovably in her rectum. Despite this lack of evidence, they were both done for. As their corpses swung gently from the ceiling, Adam was surrounded by an applauding throng, eager to congratulate him.

****

Seeing Malcolm, George's partner, Adam reached over to place a hand on his arm and ask a question that had been intriguing him, "What will you do with the bodies?"

"Oh, we have a home for them." Malcolm grinned, "They'll go to the necro crowd."

"Necro crowd?"

"Yes, you know, corpse fuckers." Malcolm, remembering Adam was new to this, explained further, "This pair will go to a friend's son, Robbie. He's really into necro, started with his mother after his father snuffed her for her birthday. Don't worry, Ruth and Sian will bring a lot more pleasure before they're chucked out."

"And they knew about this?"

"Of course." Malcolm reassured him. "All the Northcott's were at Robbie's 17th, when he and his father put on a show with a pair of twins. His father snuffed them, then he fucked them. Ruth said at the time she hoped that would be her fate."

As the crowd cleared, George and his two remaining daughters came over to Adam. Adam expected George to speak, but it was Beth, sweaty and still covered in the detritus of her mother and sister, who talked.

"Mummy said, if we all agreed you gave her what she wanted, you were to get a special present."

"And what was would that be?" asked Adam.

"Me."

"You, what do you mean?"

"You were to have me, and my body, to use and abuse, oh please abuse, as you liked. Now get back on the stage and bugger me until I can't walk."

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.