Friday, A.M.

"Mum! Sis! Time to wake up!"

Joel, a big grin on his face, ripped the quilt off and, seeing a pair of naked backsides, gave them both a good slap.

"What have you pair been up to?" his face looked like it might actually split. "Never mind, we haven't got time now. Get up, breakfast's ready."

"Oh that's nice." Sally murmured, bleary eyed. "I can't remember the last time Joel made breakfast."

Rachel, who had seen her brother's face, wasn't so sure, "Possibly. But his face was splitting with that wicked grin of his. I'm wondering what 'breakfast' is."

They slipped into their dressing gowns and went downstairs together. In the hall they found Joel, looking important, directing them to the kitchen.

"That's not so bad." said Rachel, looking at what had been laid out on the kitchen table.

It really didn’t look unpleasant. There were two well-stocked plates of fruits and four large jugs of water.

"Dad's sorry he can't be here." Joel spoke with odd formality. "But he's been called into work early. He left me to pass on the board's instructions to you."

Sally looked proudly at her son. Pleased he'd been entrusted with such an important role.

"So what should we do now?" she asked meekly.

"We've got to do whatever he says?" Rachel gave her brother a sulky look.

"Rachel!" her mother said, sharply. "Joel's speaking for the board. Whatever he says is instructions from them, and we need to follow them."

Joel couldn't help looking smug as Rachel cast her eyes down, realising the day had now officially begun.

"Sit down and I'll explain breakfast." Joel moved aside to let the two of them reach the table. "You need to eat and drink everything that's here. No need to rush, there's plenty of time."

"We'll burst." exclaimed Rachel. "There must be four litres each here."

"Don't be silly dear." her mother said. "It'll be pretty uncomfortable, but I'm sure we'll manage. This isn't a day for thinking about yourself."

Her mother was right, so Rachel poured her first glass of water and grabbed a handful of grapes. She wasn't trying to let her parents down, it was just hard to realise, sitting in her familiar kitchen, that the board's entertainment had already started.

It took some time to get through breakfast, but eventually the table was clear. Both of them were still sitting there, reluctant to move, with their stomachs uncomfortably swollen, when Joel came back in, carrying two small glasses of something.

“What are these?” Rachel asked, taking the glass he gave her.

“A laxative and diuretic.” he replied cheerfully. “Just to make sure you don't try and hold on to anything.”

As Joel left the kitchen, Rachel turned to her mother in dismay.

“Mum. Are they going to expect us to..” Rachel stumbled over her words. “Go to the toilet in front of them?”

Sally tried to explain to her daughter, even now finding it a little hard to talk about these things, “Darling, I thought you realised there might be things like that after what you did with Joel on Tuesday, and, to be honest, I didn’t find him much cleaner last night.”

Rachel thought about it, and swallowed the contents of the glass. “I suppose we need to do whatever we’re asked now, I just need to get my head round it. Doesn't mean doing that sort of stuff in a roomful of strangers isn't going to be pretty bad.”

Sally looked relieved, she’d been worried her daughter was set to start complaining again. Then she saw Rachel think of something else to trouble her.

“But, you remember Joel had me kiss you, when my face and tongue were still smeared with his crap?”

Well, it was his crap thought Sally. I really should get over you think even the rudest words in front of Rachel now. Good grief, last night I was watching her father mount her while blowing my own son. And today there'll be absolutely no limits, we’ll be doing the filthiest and most degrading thing with and to each other. Somehow, though, it seemed easier when we were lying together in the dark, or being ordered by Frank and Joel.

She tried to reassure her daughter, but couldn't not be honest. “That's right, darling. I imagine we’ll be tasting each other’s bowels in there one way or another. Look, I’ll try and keep as much as I can out of your mouth if it comes to it.”

“Don’t you dare mum.” Rachel surprised herself with the firmness of her response, she really was trying to make the day go well and spoke quite plainly to her mother. “I'm going to do my best, and that means the hardest show we can. If you’re told to dump on me, even if it's in my mouth, I expect you to force every stinking piece out, I’m going to do the same to you.”

When Joel strode back in, carrying a pair of carrier bags, he found his mother and sister tightly holding hands and smiling at each other.

"Okay." he broke the little scene up. "You need to get dressed and ready for your walk."

Rachel turned to her mother, uncertain again, "What are you going to wear? I was thinking of my favourite red jumper and that new pair of jeans. Do you think that’ll be okay?"

Joel cut in, holding up the two bags he was carrying. "Don't worry, I've got the answer. Next order of the day from the board. You need to get dressed in these and then walk straight to their offices. Go slowly, but don't stop for anything."

"Oh shit!" Sally groaned. "I'd forgotten about public humiliation."

"Tough mum. That's what they want." Joel dropped the bags on the table and walked out, his grin as big as ever.

Rachel let go of her mother’s hand and sat up, alarmed. "What's he talking about mum?"

"You know when we were discussing what to expect? Well, I'd completely forgotten the rumour that the board like public humiliation, and I bet they know we’re both pretty shy when we're out."

Rachel looked terrified and confused, "How would they know that?"

"Your father will have told them, of course. I'm sure he'll have filled them in on anything about us that will improve the show."

"So we have to wear whatever's in those bags and walk to the office?" Rachel was using her smallest voice. "Do you think it'll be revealing?"

"I expect so, dear. Dad knows neither of us will even wear a swimsuit in public. I know we've seen quite a lot of each other's bodies recently, but that's just family. Trust me, this is going to be a whole new level of discomfort for us."

The day hadn’t even started, and it was worse than she had feared. Gone was her comfort of sneaking in unobserved. Now it looked like she had an hour’s walk right through town, dressed in, well she dreaded to think. Just about everyone she knew would be able to observe her shame. It took everything she’d discovered in the past couple of days to steel herself and remember what she was doing.

"But the board will like it if we’re humiliated, and it'll help dad?"

Sally found herself breaking into another gratified smile. "It will darling. I'm so pleased you've realised how important this is to your father."

****

"Off you go, strumpets."

With a cheeky insult, and two resounding slaps to their arses, Joel sent his mother and sister out through the front door and into a bright, sunlit morning. They could hardly look more different than they did leaving the house on any other day.

Sally normally favoured quite plain skirts, jackets and blouses. Now she wore a little red mini-skirt so short you could make out her dark bush and the crack of her buttocks, let alone the suspenders that held up her matching red stockings. The sheer black top, the scarf attempting to be strategically placed, and the black stilettos, merely seemed to highlight her essential nakedness.

Her daughter, a habitual wearer of baggy jumpers, was now red-faced and dressed in a similarly revealing manner. Black thigh boots and a red bikini that barely covered nipples and crotch, certainly not bottom and boobs. Over this was a black 'dress' in the same sheer material as her mother's top, doing nothing more than accentuate her lack of clothing underneath.

Bright red and sweating with embarrassment, they walked hand-in-hand through the well-lit streets. Both walked uncomfortably, their stomachs still quite swollen, and now the added problem of the drugs starting to take effect.

"Everyone is looking at us mum." Rachel mumbled.

"Of course they are." was her mother's, barely audible, reply. "We've been dressed as a couple of sluts, it would probably be less embarrassing if we were just stark naked"

"It's going to get worse in a minute mum." Rachel's voice was even smaller. "I've got to pee, and Joel said we couldn't stop for anything."

"Nothing you can do, love. If you can't hold it, you'll just have to go as we walk." Sally had been controlling her own desire to piss well, but didn't want her daughter to think she was alone. So, releasing any hope of maintaining some dignity, she volunteered "I could pee too, would you like me to go first?"

"Thanks mum." Rachel said gratefully. "That would make me feel better."

Sally's relief, as she released the pressure in her bladder, was pretty much lost in the shame she felt, feeling the warm, stinking stream soak her stockings and shoes, leaving a dark wet trail behind her on the dry pavement. Hearing her mother's piss splashing down, Rachel gratefully let go herself, soaking her own clothes and leaving a matching trail. All dignity lost, blushing as red as Rachel's bikini, trying to avoid the amused gazes, the pair walked determinedly on.

****

Entering the offices of Frank's firm was, in many ways, worse than being out on the public street. Outside they'd been able to walk stolidly on, ignoring the stares of everyone they passed. Now they'd have to talk to people who not only could see the degrading state they were in now, but, given office gossip, would have a pretty good idea of what they were going to do.

"Do you think they all know why we're here?" Rachel quietly asked. A host of faces had turned to observe their entrance, and every squelch from her damp boots seemed to attract more attention.

Sally, suffering herself, trying to reassure her. "It's the monthly board meeting. They must be used to women turning up looking like us."

It wasn't much reassurance for either of them. Sally might not like talking about it, but she'd been to parties and seen how much attention the snuff-bunnies attracted, even before the show started. Rachel could feel the stares that her well-developed breasts, previously so carefully hidden, were inviting.

"Hi. You must be Sally and Rachel. I'm Jo."

The young woman who greeted them was not much older than Rachel. From her pleasant smile down to her smart sensible shoes, both mother and daughter wished they looked more like her.

"I see you've pissed yourselves." Her entirely practical manner suggesting she'd done this before. "That'll have gone down well. We'd better get upstairs, they'll be finishing lunch any minute now."

As they followed Jo's smart business suit upstairs, sharply aware of the contrast their own clothes must make, Sally tried to make light conversation.

"Have you been working here long then Jo?"

Jo sounded a little bored by the question, but she answered pleasantly enough. "A couple of years, it's a good job. There aren't many women here, but they wanted someone to organise the entertainment and greet the snuff-bunnies. My dad works here so, knowing I was interested, he put me up for it."

"Snuff-bunnies?" Rachel asked, the word was new to her.

When Jo replied in some surprise, Sally felt a twinge of embarrassment at not having talked more to Rachel, "You haven't heard of snuff-bunnies? But you are one. When you're the entertainment, you're called a snuff-bunny."

"I suppose, given we're mother and daughter, you could call us a snuff-family." Sally said, a little gauchely, hoping humour would get past the awkward moment.

"Will you be coming in with us snuff-bunnies?" Rachel asked Jo, finding herself strangely proud to be able to apply this new word to herself.

"Oh no." she replied. "I don't expect to be in a board meeting until I'm the entertainment."

She was working for the company, so of course she’d be signed up to entertain when asked, but Sally couldn't help saying. "So one day you'll be in our place?"

Joe broke into a broad smile and answered enthusiastically. "Oh yes."

"You're looking forward to it?"

"Of course, the board are always so pleased when I organise a good show. I'm already planning my own."

Rachel jumped in. If Jo organised everything, she could tell her what her mother couldn't. "So what'll be happening with us today?"

"I can't tell you that, I'd get fired!" Jo spoke lightly, but it was clear she meant it. "You'll just have to wait and see."

"But is it going to be very bad?" Rachel persisted, not sure which answer she was hoping for.

"Don't worry, I'm good at my job." Jo said, with a touch of satisfaction. "There hasn't been a board meeting yet where I haven't heard the screams from my desk, and that's two floors away."

Sally, looking at her daughter's smooth young body, wondered how it would look after she'd screamed that loudly. Before she could ask any more, the little party came to a halt, they’d reached the boardroom door. Jo turned to face them and, in her pleasantly sensible voice, gave them their last instructions.

“They’ll be ready for you in just a few minutes.” she said, “Here's what you should do when you go in. Stand in front of the table on this side of the room. Pause and let the board have a good look at you. Then, Sally, you need to slowly strip Rachel out of all her clothes. You can’t use your hands, just your mouth. Drop the clothes in the basket that’s in the corner. After that, fix the cuffs that are on the table to her ankles and wrists, you can use your hands for that bit. Then, Rachel, you need to do exactly the same to your mother.”

“Then what should we do?” Sally asked.

“You'll be told." Jo grinned as her eyes flickered over their near-naked forms. Seeing them watching her, she explained, "Just getting a mental 'before' picture. I always like to take a peek afterwards so I can improve for next time.”

“OK.” they both whispered nervously.

Jo walked briskly away, leaving Rachel and her mother standing alone looking at each other. Both were reflecting on what the familiar body in front of them had just been through, and wondering what was going to happen to it next. It was Rachel who broke the silence first.

"Jo was really nice." said Rachel, trying to understand. "It's weird to think that she organises all this."

"I think it's really good." replied Sally, pleased that someone who really understood women had put their day together. "She obviously takes pride in her work. Look at what she's managed already, and we're not even in the boardroom yet."

"You're right mum." she hadn't thought of it like that. "That was definitely the worst journey I've ever had to take. Being stared at in the street and in the offices. Everybody's seen my boobs now, and so many people saw us wetting ourselves."

"I know darling. Trust me, it was just as humiliating for me. Pissing in public! You know I don’t like attracting attention either."

"And that's what she was aiming for?"

"Of course it was dear. Your father said the CCTV is fed into the boardroom, so they can watch the entertainment walking in as a warm-up."

"I wonder what we'll be doing next."

Thinking this was a question, Sally answered, "I've really no more idea than when you asked me last night, darling."

"I know that mum, I was just wondering aloud. You know, now we’re here and we’ve met Jo, I'm quite looking forward to it."

Sally checked with her daughter. "You do realise Jo's a professional? Being a woman, she'll know exactly how to wring every ounce of suffering and degradation of out of us. She wouldn't keep her job if she wasn't using that."

"I'm a snuff-bunny now." Rachel said, almost hoping to shock her mother. "I want to put on the best show I can. Then I reckon dad will be on the board himself soon."

She wasn't shocked, she was proud, and couldn't resist putting her arms around Rachel and hugging her. "That's a wonderful change from the girl on Tuesday who was whingeing because she'd miss her dance club. I'm really proud of you, and I know your dad is as well."

"Thanks mum, and I'm really proud of you too. I promise once we're in there I'll do everything to you that’s asked, I don’t care how painful or demeaning.”

“And I will to you too dear. We’re going to put on the best show ever and make your father proud as well.”

“Piss, shit, arse, cunt, tits!” Rachel whispered, almost managing not to blush. “I’m ready.”

Encouraged by her mother's behaviour, Rachel brought up one more thing. She'd been running through it in her head, hoping for a good time, and this seemed like it.

"Mum." she said, looking straight at her. "As this is it, there's one thing I'd like you to promise me."

"If I can, I will." replied Sally, holding her daughter's hand.

"When we're in there, if there's something I don't understand and I ask you, I want you to promise you’ll answer it properly, no matter how awful. I know you don't like bad language, but just this once if you mean cunt, say cunt."

Sally squeezed Rachel's hand. "Yes darling. I promise, however bad."

Rachel looked relieved. "In that spirit, do you think Jo planned to have half our clothes soaked in piss? Is that why we'll be stripping each other with just our mouths? "

"I should think so." Sally replied. " She didn't seem even slightly surprised when she saw us all wet."

"Well." Rachel said. "You said before I’d probably get to taste your bowels. Looks like I'm going to taste your bladder as well."

Sally tried to find words to express how fine she thought Rachel was, but at that moment a voice barked out from the boardroom.

“Sally! Rachel! Get in here!”

Sally turned to her daughter, ready now for anything. “We’re on!”

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.