Thursday

Rachel was thoughtful all the next day. Her conversation with Chelsea had been more revealing than she quite knew how to handle. Admitting out loud she could take pleasure from the stuff she’d done had released something, but it didn’t seem to make things clearer for her. As a result, she had rather mixed feelings about tomorrow,

Despite being rather distracted, she had a good day with her mother. Sally’s attempts to be less repressed with her daughter had brought a new sense of intimacy between them. So, after supper, Rachel followed her mother into the kitchen. She’d resolved to discuss with her something she never would have before.

"Mum, can I talk to you?"

"Of course, love." Sally smiled at her daughter. "I don't think there's much point in having secrets now."

"Well, it's just that it's a bit, well, rude." Rachel found herself blushing again.

Sally gave her an understanding look, "Don't worry darling. After what your brother had us doing, I think we've gone beyond blushing."

After her mother's words she tried not to, but, embarrassed at the memory of fondling the familiar body in front of her, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

"It was actually about then." she carried on, stumbling a little over her words. "Something a bit weird happened."

"Let me guess." Sally took pity, and tried to put the red-faced child out of her misery. "You found yourself getting into it."

"Not at the time, but afterwards in bed." she felt relieved, the worst was over. "Only Chelsea was saying she felt the same after her dad made her and Melanie do some stuff."

"Oh yes. I heard their dad was putting them on at a party this weekend.” Sally couldn’t help be interested. “It'll be nice for Melanie to be there with her sister. Chelsea was always more of an extrovert like her mother. If she’s with her sister it'll help with her shyness. I always thought it a pity Rita didn't get snuffed with her daughters."

"Chelsea mentioned her mother was a Halloween lantern." Rachel said, testing the waters of her mother's new openness. "Do you know what that was?"

"Of course, I was there, best Halloween party your father and I went to. The lanterns were made by running wicks under the women's skin."

Her parents didn’t often go to parties, and wouldn’t really talk about them afterwards, so Rachel leapt at the chance to know more about what went on. “Was she naked, then?”

“Oh yes, all the lanterns were naked. Right up Rita’s street, she always was an extrovert. Put on the best show of any of them.”

"It sounds painful."

"Definitely. The grimaces on their faces as their fat melted and burnt was better than any mask, that's why Chelsea's father is so popular as a party organiser.”

“And she didn’t mind?”

“Of course not. Rita was so pleased to be helping out her husband, just like we are with your father."

Mention of tomorrow jolted Rachel. Realising they’d drifted from what she really wanted to discuss, she nudged her mother back on topic. "We were talking about Tuesday."

"Sorry love. I've gone and got side-tracked, and you wanted to have a serious chat with me."

Sally sat her daughter down and perched on the table next to her. Having let down her guard, it was starting to get easier to talk about these things.

"It probably wasn't what you were expecting, but it's perfectly normal. I often let your father be a bit rough on special occasions, mainly birthdays and anniversaries. I'm always surprised how much I get into it."

Through the new blush from these intimate revelations of her parents sex life, a light dawned on Rachel's face, "So that's why he was getting me to bite your nipples?"

It was a direct question, and Sally was feeling more awkward than she'd hoped discussing her feelings, but given what she and her daughter had done, and were about to do, it didn't seem like the moment to hold back. She took Rachel's hand and pressed on.

"Of course. I've never done anything like that with Joel before, but, now we're up to be snuffed, I really can’t refuse him, or your father, anything, and neither can you."

"So you weren't getting pleasure from him banging you, or the things he had me do to you?" Rachel found herself disappointed, but relieved she hadn't voiced her suspicions her mother was into it.

Another hint they were related. Sally didn't often blush, but when she did, she looked remarkably like her daughter.

"Oh mum!" Rachel had seen her cheeks brighten. "You were, weren't you?"

"Yes I was. I didn't expect to. I was only doing it for Joel. And your father as well, he was looking so happy. Then, the dirtier it got, as Joel got harder inside me, the more pleased I was. When you moved from your brother's butt to my face I was quivering, and I've never even thought of doing that stuff before."

"But mum, that was gross." Rachel had been hoping for an honest chat, but still managed to be surprised at quite how intimate it was getting. She plunged on, "Joel's arse was filthy and you were gagging when I kissed you, his shit was still smeared across my face."

"Yes." replied Sally. "But didn't you start this little chat by trying to tell me you masturbated in bed afterwards thinking about it?"

Sally noticed Rachel still reddening a little at this directness. Her response to her mother seemed to be dragged out of her.

"I suppose so." she replied, truthfully but reluctantly. Then, slightly defensively, "But aren't you saying that you did that as well?"

"Oh darling, I'm saying I didn't need to. As soon as I realised what was happening in me, I just let myself go with it. When it's too late to worry, you might as well just enjoy the pleasure of the moment, however embarrassing."

Sally sat silent for a moment, allowing her daughter time to think about it. She wasn't entirely surprised by the next question.

"So will we be getting pleasure tomorrow?"

Sally tried to explain, "Sexual pleasure? No. Tomorrow will be about pure torture and humiliation.

“So tomorrow’s all about helping dad?”

“Isn’t that enough?”

“I guess so.” she looked thoughtful. “We will really be helping him, won’t we?”

“Of course love. We’ll be there getting degraded and snuffed in front of all the men on the board. If we put on a good show it’ll give your father’s career a massive boost."

“I suppose that’s okay then, especially if it helps daddy.” Rachel looked happier on hearing this, but there was something that was leaving her a little disappointed. “It's just I did fancy some more of that sexual pleasure."

Rachel's hand flew to her mouth, shocked at what she'd let slip out. She was about to bluster and try to cover it up, then realised it was far too late. The conversation had gone beyond that.

Sally hugged her daughter. Mostly just because she wanted to hug her daughter, but partly to cover her own confusion at how Rachel's words made her feel. She braced herself for another burst of honesty, and pulled back to look at her daughter.

"Easy enough." Sally swallowed before continuing, not quite believing she was actually going to say it. "All you need to do is take your clothes off and go and see your father and brother in the sitting room."

"Naked in front of Joel? I couldn't, he'll tease me."

"He probably will, you know what your brother’s like, but isn't that the point? Anyway, you’ve already had your tongue in his bottom, can it be worse than that?"

Rachel couldn't help smiling, "Do you remember you called it his shitty ringpiece?"

"Yes dear. You see? It's so much easier when you just let yourself go." Sally breathed in. "Piss, shit, arse, cunt, tits! Are you ready now?"

Grinning at this outburst, Rachel nodded. But she was about to expose herself for the first time, and to a brother who could be pretty mean. Even if this new-found side of herself was hoping for it, she still wanted support. "Will you do it with me?"

They undressed where they were in the kitchen. When Sally hugged her daughter again, to reassure her it really was all right, she couldn't help wondering what she'd be doing tomorrow with the soft, pliant body that pressed against hers.

****

"It was just amazing, Chelsea." Rachel was on the phone to her best friend late that night, anxious to share. "After I'd had that conversation with mum I was really able to get into it. My tits are so sore, I think dad was making up for years of not playing with them."

"Your tits, my bottom. And my dad wouldn't let Melanie or me have a crap first, I certainly know what my sister's arse tastes like now."

"I actually found myself disappointed when dad told Joel he couldn't whip me. He said we couldn't be marked badly tomorrow."

"Probably meant he couldn't be marked badly tomorrow, which is fair enough. My dad was saying the same sort of thing."

****

Despite what she'd said to her daughter, Sally found herself masturbating in bed that night. She was glad Frank and Joel had stayed downstairs, talking and sharing a beer. Tonight Frank had let Joel take the lead again, and she'd been so happy, seeing the pride he was taking in their son.

Even after their talk, Sally hadn't been sure about Rachel to start with. Frank and Joel hadn't spared her, taking particular pleasure in mauling her big tits and having her rim them again. Joel’s insults to his sister, even while she was impaled on his cock, had been bringing tears of shame to her eyes. She'd been relieved when a sobbing Rachel had leaned in to whisper, 'Don't worry mum, it's fine.' seeing Sally pause when Joel instructed her to twist her daughter's nipples.

"I thought you said you didn't?"

Sally jerked upright. She could still hear the rumble of male voices downstairs, and wasn't expecting to be disturbed. Caught in the act, she didn’t waste time denying it.

"Honestly darling, I haven't needed to before, but this time I couldn't help myself."

Rachel sank onto the bed next to her. "That's a relief. I realised I'd started again and was coming in to ask why, it's not like I wasn't getting pleasure earlier."

Pleased that her talk with Rachel had worked, Sally pulled back the covers. "Why don't you get in and join me?"

"Masturbate together?"

She hadn't been thinking of that, but her daughter's comment made her pause. She mentally shrugged, it really was too late to worry. "Why not? It's not as though we're not well acquainted with each other's bodies now."

“At least your bottom was clean.” Rachel giggled as she slipped in beside her.

Mother and daughter lay back in bed, their bodies pressed together, frigging themselves until two shudders showed they were spent. Finished, they cuddled together.

"Mum." a little whisper. "What do you think we'll be doing tomorrow?"

"I told you darling, I don't know"

"Yes. But what might we be doing?" insisted Rachel. "You've been to parties and things."

Sally considered. She'd only ever been to a few mixed parties, where the women being snuffed tended to be for decoration rather than the main entertainment. On the other hand she did have some ideas, and didn't want to leave her daughter totally unprepared.

"I'm pretty sure whips will be involved." She ran her hand down over Rachel's bottom. "Maybe this lovely arse, and probably those big breasts of yours, will get flayed."

"What else?"

"Possibly skewers, they could be run through anywhere, or we could be nailed to something."

"So we just have to lay back while the men on the board do things to us?"

"Could be. But I'm betting we’ll be told to do a lot of things to each other, that always goes down well. I did hear about one show where two sisters had to literally eat each other's cunts."

Rachel shivered, she wasn't quite sure why, and found her hands slipping down to cuddle her mother's bottom in turn. "So it could be me whipping this arse?"

"Quite possibly. If you're instructed to do that. Probably other things much more severe."

"How much more severe?"

"You do remember it's going to be a snuff show? That means no limits. Canes, bats, hammers, stakes, nooses, knives, anything to cause pain. I might be breaking your legs, you could be smashing my ribs, or maybe using a knife to slice off my fingers or cut my tits open."

Rachel couldn't help giggling just a little, as she brought her mother's hand up to rest on one of her substantial boobs. "Don't you think it more likely that you'll be the one cutting my tits open?"

Sally reach down to kiss one of her daughter's well-formed breasts and give it a comforting squeeze. "You could be right."

"Do you think we'll have to get intimate, like dad and Joel had us doing tonight?"

"Probably, the first party your father and I ever went to a pair of women were alternating between muff diving and bare knuckle boxing. No sooner was the blood flying everywhere, then they were back licking the other's pussy."

"I just hope I can do that with you in front of a bunch of strangers. I don’t know what sounds worse, pleasuring you or hurting you"

"You'll be fine darling, I’m ready for anything you’re asked to do to me.” Sally lovingly stroked her daughter’s hair. “You know I’ll suck your clit if that’s what’s wanted, and then I’ll bite it off if it’s called for. The only important thing is that we don't let your father down, and that means doing everything, just as hard as we can."

Rachel grabbed her clit at these words, not sure if she was protecting it from pleasure or pain. It took a bit of getting used to, having her mother, who she couldn't even remember seeing naked before, start being so open and letting slip all this coarse language. But somehow, wrapped up together in a dark bedroom, it felt right.

When Frank came up to bed, he saw the two of them lying together, arms and legs intertwined. Reluctantly rejecting the chance, he left them to it. There was something for him to look forward to though, he'd been invited to the entertainment after the board meeting tomorrow, quite an honour in itself. He left them together, anticipating the shock on their faces when they realised he’d be watching their suffering as well.

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.