Friday, R.I.P.

As Rachel's shrieks descended into whimpers, Frank's voice rang out again. "I think you could let her down now. Lay her out on the table. Isn't she looking pretty?"

As her mother released her, Rachel managed to whisper. "How do I look?"

Sally looked at what she'd done already to her daughter. Swollen face, and at least one broken tooth. Tattered skin hanging over ugly gashes on her chest. Strange swelling and odd bruising where her bladder should be.

"Pretty impressive at least dear." she reassured her. "You're looking every bit a snuff-bunny, but I wouldn't say pretty."

In considerable pain herself, her bladder, and now her bowels, cramping horribly, Sally struggled to help her daughter, barely able to stand upright, across to the table. She heard the gasp from the battered girl as she unceremoniously dropped Rachel down. Leaving her lying, face up, on its surface.

"I think you should feed our daughter, your arse must be about ready to burst open." there was more than a hint of amusement in Frank's voice.

Sally was taken back to their second anniversary, when she'd first let him slap her around during sex. Despite her discomfort, she almost hopped onto the table to push her arse into Rachel's face.

Had this been planned as well? After holding on for so long her bowels were cramping, and she groaned as she forced them to release. Shaking with the effort, her pee-hole throbbing with added pain, she squeezed a steady stream of turds into Rachel’s gasping mouth.

In a world of her own hurt, it was a few seconds before Rachel realised what was happening. Unable to escape, her face pinned between her mother's buttocks, and her arms trapped under her legs, there was nothing else to do. Either she suffocated in shit, or she swallowed the reeking present from her mother's bowels. Desperate not to drown, she forced herself to swallow until, bowels emptied, her mother virtually fell off her.

"Thank you for that, Frank. You really do seem to have provided some first-class entertainment." The man in the middle was speaking again. "And now we really ought to do something for Sally, she must be feeling rather left out."

"Maybe she should take a piss?" someone else suggested.

"Excellent idea. Someone pull out a chair. Oh, and get Rachel in position, she looks like she could do with a refreshing drink."

"I thought you said we’d never piss again." Rachel had turned to see her mother lying beside her on the floor.

"Not without some horrible damage, I said. Either they're cutting me open, or," Sally swallowed, "they're going to rip my plug out."

"Come and take a seat."

Sally looked round. Two of her audience had pulled out an inspection chair from the wall, with stirrups for her legs. She clambered upright and sank into it, crying out as she forced her legs high enough to sit in the stirrups. Rachel was roughly helped across to kneel between her mother's legs, eyes level with the ominous metal ring poking out from the dark hairs of her bush.

"If you're going to have a drink Rachel, you'd better clear that blockage."

Rachel knew what that meant and grasped the ring at the base of Sally's piss bung. Her own plug was bedded in like her mother's, the spikes driven through all her most sensitive parts. She knew she was about to rip her mother's sex apart, destroying her mother's pussy like her mother had destroyed her breasts. Unexpectedly excited, she braced herself, preparing to use all her strength.

"Ready to have your cunt ripped out?" she whispered to her mother, worried a surprise pull would yank her out of the stirrups.

Her mother just nodded and braced herself, breathing in deeply for the inevitable howl. Rachel yanked back hard. Sally screamed, feeling like her whole cunt had been torn out.

Rachel moved in quickly, anxious to catch the stream of blood and piss that gushed out of her mother in her mouth. Stomach full of shit, she'd passed the point of feeling disgust at swallowing more of anyone’s waste, only caring now about putting on a good show.

"How do I look?" her mother gasped, as Rachel crawled back up to her.

"Every inch a snuff-bunny too." whispered Rachel. "Your pee-hole is shredded, and so's your clit and half your cunt."

As they whispered, Rachel felt a burning pain in her insides. With so much abuse, it took her a moment to place, then she remembered that skewer through her stomach.

"While she's in a gyno chair, we could see what's in her womb. Time for the doctor I think."

A ripple of laughter rang round the board table. Sally, following their eyes, looked round to see one of their number approaching, grinning, wearing a white coat and carrying a scalpel.

Still in shock from her cunt ripping, she watched almost dispassionately as he placed a hand on her stomach and selected a place to cut. It didn't stop her from screaming and screaming, though, as he sliced open her abdomen and cut into her uterus.

"How are you staying still mum?" Rachel's gasping little voice, impressed, in her ear. "I think my stomach acids leaking, and that's bad enough."

She didn't get a reply, her mother was panting and hoarse. Instead she heard the result from the 'doctor'.

"I'm afraid there's nothing in there."

One of the voices they'd heard before, "She'd better have something in there. Her whole daughter won't fit, but how about a hand."

Rachel was anxious to do whatever she was asked, but wasn't sure what they meant. In her confusion she didn't even notice a man walking round from the end of the table until he was standing over her. "Better have that thumb off, it might get in the way. Hold out your hand."

She'd lost one finger already, so Sally knew her daughter had already experienced the pain that was coming. The way that Rachel held out her hand, and meekly separated the thumb to be cut off, made her mother proud. Her shriek, as flesh and bone were severed, brought a murmur of delight from those watching.

"Now get down there and shove it up your mother's cunt. Don't stop until she can see you waving."

Now she knew what was wanted. Dragging herself round to the debris of her mother's snatch, Rachel probed the wreckage with her surviving fingers, feeling for the opening she'd once come out of. Despite two children, and the damage Rachel had inflicted only minutes before, what was left of Sally's pussy was still pretty snug, and her daughter had to work hard to push in and find the opening of her womb. Sally’s screams, as her daughter wrenched her unwilling cervix open, and forced her hand through, were, if anything, even more impressive than when she was sliced open.

“Time for a break I think.” it was the voice from the centre. “Shall we go and get a drink gentlemen?”

At this, the entire board began getting up and wandering out, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifting through the open door as they exited. Their stuff-bunnies were left as they were, mewling and shuddering, a pretty little tableau in the centre of the room

Rachel looked up to her mother. Her mutilated hand still protruding from the rift in Sally's belly.

"What should we do now?" she asked her.

"Just stay like this, I suppose." Sally managed to reply. "I'm sure everything's been designed to maximise our suffering, and this is just another part of it. I told you there’d be no limits in snuff."

"This is still more extreme than I could ever have imagined." Rachel panted and gasped, as another wave of agony rolled through her insides "I don't know if you'd noticed it, what with me ripping your cunt, but I think our stomach acid is burning through us?"

Concentrating on her daughter's question helped Sally avoid screaming until she passed out, which she desperately didn't want to do.

"Trust me darling, I know that. As the acid leaks, it'll be dissolving our internal organs. If nothing else happened, it'd eventually snuff us, but that wouldn't be much of a show. I'm sure it's just being used to increase our pain."

****

"Looks like we have a pair of sleeping beauties."

The board were drifting back in, refreshed, chatting happily, and looking forward to more of what, they all agreed, was one of the best shows they'd seen in a long time. The comment about 'sleeping' and 'beauties' wasn't quite accurate though. The mother and daughter, providing them with so much pleasure, were not asleep. Debased, abused and tortured, they had passed out, exhausted, in the inelegant position they'd been left.

Beauty, too, was in the eye of the beholder. Moving beyond grossly mangled near-corpses, still there thanks only to a joint desire not to disappoint the audience, their faces were little better. Grubby with blood and faeces, one with a battered and swollen mouth, the other with an eye so damaged it could no longer shut, both, despite being unconscious, were twisted in pain. Not even a mother would say they were beautiful, and one of them had her mother there.

"What's happening. My arm!" Rachel spluttered, dragged back to life as freezing water sprayed over her. Then realisation, "Oh fuck!"

"Rachel." Sally murmured feebly, taking longer to come back. "What have I told you about swearing?"

"Mum, my arms up your cunt, and what's left of my hand is poking out of your belly." Rachel quietly reminded her. "I think, after you filled my mouth with your shit, you lost the right to complain when I swear."

Back to full consciousness, and realisation of their joint position, Sally mollified her daughter. "Sorry darling, swear all you want. This old cunt's nearly had it anyway."

"It's quite amazing." Rachel confided, impressed despite her suffering. "I never thought the pain could be this bad, and now I know it is, I'm amazed I'm still alive."

Sally looked down, past her own ruined body, so smart only this morning, to smile at her battered and despoiled daughter. "Hang on in there, darling. I'm sure we're intended to be a source of much more amusement before we snuff."

"Okay mum."

Rachel might have been about to say more, but the voice of, yet another, member of the board cut across her.

"We can't have you lounging around fisting each other. Get out of there at once. You’ll feel better for a nice lie-down on the table."

Neither of them believed lying on the table would prove nice. That wasn’t why they were there though, so, willing to follow instructions, they struggled to pull themselves apart

She could feel her mother's body tense and spasm as she painfully wrenched her arm and truncated fist out of the reproductive system that had bred her. Unable to stand, her guts now a ball of fire, swimming with acid and piss, she half crawled, half dragged, herself to the table, where her undamaged body had stood so proudly such a short time ago. Looking back, she saw her mother, unable now to free herself from the stirrups, being unceremoniously pushed out of the chair. Not even trying to protect herself, Sally landed, face first, on the hard floor. Rachel winced at the sound of cracking bone. Arm, jaw, skull? She couldn't tell.

Sally knew what had broken. There'd be a whispered 'don't move your arms' from the unseen force that came to push her forwards. Determined to follow instructions, that's why she was here after all, she'd let her face plant down first, hearing and feeling the cracking of jaw and nose. Acting virtually on automatic, she slowly almost slithered to the table, a slimy trail of piss, blood and leaking intestines marking her passage.

"The mothers barely moving, someone whip her along. Try cutting off the daughter's toes to encourage her."

Legendary, Sally thought. They can see I can barely move, but I'm still struggling through the agony. And Rachel, swelling with gases from fuck knows what sloshing around inside her, has done everything right. My daughter's not going to have any toes left, I can't go any faster, but look how she's pushing forward her foot to be denuded even as she screams. I'm screaming as well, I think they're taking the muscles off my arse now, and it was always such a lovely pair of firm cheeks as well.

They dragged themselves onto the table. Another inch higher and Rachel didn't think she could have made it. She didn't understand how her mother made it, but, muscles and organs eaten by stomach acid dripping out through the gash in her belly, she did. Sally couldn't do more, and had to be rolled face up to have her feet forced over her head. Rachel used all her remaining strength to roll over, then she, too, had to be bent into position, able to watch the devastated remains of her feet being wrenched past her eyes. The rough hands grabbing their limbs now locked the ankle cuffs to rings fixed in the edge of the table, and tightened leather straps over their legs to pin them down.

"My cunt's so exposed." Rachel breathed to her mother, both women were now saving their voices for screaming. "I reckon this is it for my little pussy as well."

"Our arses are exposed as well." replied her mother, with rather more experience. Causing Rachel to involuntarily clenched at this unconsidered idea. "And we've had nothing inside them yet."

Again her mother was right. The next man to come into their view was carrying two full-sized bowling pins, and quickly informed them where they were going. Proving once again how much intensely personal information Frank had passed on.

"I understand Rachel hasn't experienced anal before, so this should be exciting for her. We'll see how slack her mother is when Rachel's had her fun."

The head of the pin slipped in fairly easily. Though Rachel's virgin sphincter had never let anything worse past than a difficult turd she barely gasped. After that, things got harder for the girl. Even as her ringpiece creaked under the strain, the massive girth of the pin's body forcing her open wider than she would have believed possible, her insides, unnaturally compressed, pushed back against the oversized intruder. When a lump hammer was brought in, to pound it past all resistance from her rupturing hole and acid-damaged organs, she felt blood vessels burst from the effort of screaming.

"That's it Rachel, you good little snuff-bunny." Sally, lying next to her daughter, and feeling her young body tense and shake as her first experience of anal tore open her bowels, gave the only suitable encouragement she could find.

The board member who had been enthusiastically hammering the pin into the teenagers unwilling colon, now spoke in a clear voice to one of his colleagues, "She's not being very grateful, I think she might try to push it out, go and grab a nail-gun."

Rachel almost protested, she had no intention of disappointing anyone. Then she realised the torment to be caused by hard nails driven through her tender flesh, which explained the smiles on the faces around her.

Sally tried to relax to let the pin in, but its bulk was far in excess of anything that had been shoved up her before. Even without her daughter's swollen and sewage filled insides, the agony was intense. When she saw the mess of guts being pushed out through the tear in her belly, she almost choked on her own vomit.

"One hole left to fill, bring me the control circuits."

They're putting something in my cunt. How? thought Rachel. She'd been brought up nicely, but the ugliness of cunt seemed the only appropriate word to describe what down there must look like now. With the bowling pin and the piss bung, my crotch is stretched to breaking already. Then the thought, and now it's going to be broken.

Dazed by the idea of trying to squeeze another object inside her, she hadn't even thought about what it was that was going to be shoved up the last remaining hole. When she saw it, even after everything, she shuddered. A shining steel dildo, thick as her wrist, covered in barbs like the piss bung. Thinking what that would do to her delicate love-hole, she barely even registered the mass of wires spraying out around the base, or the fact that each one ended in a long copper needle.

"Okay, get them in and wired up." seeing the look of confusion mother and daughter exchanged, more 'helpful' explanation followed. "Let me explain ladies. Once we've delicately inserted the control unit, no more than one lump hammer I promise you, we’ll wire you up so we can control your muscle movements with electrical shocks. I don't know if you've ever had a deep intra-muscular injection, but you're going to get quite a few to make sure this works."

Rachel didn't understand, but she could feel her mother tremble at these words. Sally had been given a deep injection once, many years ago, and memories of the pain had stayed with her.

Before they got that far, the control units had to be inserted, and lump hammers were required. At first they slipped in easily, but that stopped when they banged into the pelvis, the internal space virtually filled with bowling pin and mashed guts. A lump hammer drove the hard steel in between pelvis and pin. Almost to the same second both mother and daughter felt the, not unexpected, crack and spasm as their pelvic bones gave way to the brutal intruders.

Sally was glad she couldn't keep her promise to her daughter, and explain what was about to happen, every painful breath she could now draw required for sounds of distress. Rachel knew soon enough anyway, as screaming lines of fire started invading every major muscle in her body. Her mother, too, still managed to scream as the long copper needles were forced into her with surgical precision.

Released from the table, they were already practically dead weights, the odd feeble movement all they could manage. Half blinded by pain, and in Sally's case half blinded by being half blinded, they felt, rather than saw, the nooses go over their heads and round their necks. Rachel's feeble struggles, as she was lifted into the air, achieving nothing more than a chuckle from the watching audience.

Sally watched her daughter ascend in astonishment, even now unprepared for the extreme effects on her body such total abuse had cause. I know my chest isn't mangled, she thought, but, if anything, I must look even worse. At least her pussy is only stretched like a drawstring and not a tattered gash as well and she hasn’t got a mess of shitty guts bulging out like me.

She was spared further thoughts by the shocking experience of being lifted gently into the air by a noose round her neck. The rope had been carefully placed, but she found all her efforts taken up in just breathing.

"Frank, you can do the honours and put the heads on their jousting poles." It was the voice from the centre of the table again, this time with an air of finality about it. "You two, move the table out of the way and we can get started."

Rachel didn't see her father approaching her, she only felt the added pain. Metal balls, spiked inside and out, were close over her hands and feet and clamped shut. The internal spikes, driving through her flesh, jarring and cracking her bones, meant no possibility of them falling off. If one did come off, her hand or foot would still be in it.

Sally could see what was coming, but, even if she'd wanted too, didn't have anything left to fight against it. Even before she'd been kitted out, she saw her daughter recede to the far side of the room, as they were run apart on separate tracks in the ceiling.

Everyone had lined up for a turn. They were run the length of the room, passing less than an arm’s, or leg’s, width away. As they passed each other, someone would operate a remote, and a series of jolting electric shocks would force a limb out at a right angle. On nearly every pass they felt the tearing of their body being further despoiled.

Run after run followed, nearly every one stripping off flesh from the remains of the snuff-bunnies. Rachel and Sally built up to a crescendo of pain from the electric shocks that were forcing poisoned muscles into action, not forgetting the extreme damage already done. Their bodies becoming one solid block of agony. The flesh stripping off from the constant buffeting of the other's spike enclosed hand or foot became almost a welcome distraction. Even when they finally succumbed, the electricity kept their limbs rising.

All the board had had at least one turn of jousting with their snuff bunny's. Eventually, their enforced movements becoming weaker, poison drowning their muscles, interest began to wane. The entertainment pretty much over, people began to leave, chattering excitedly with their colleagues over the fun they'd had.

Sally and Rachel, their job done, were left hanging from the ceiling. Shattered and defiled reminders of a fun afternoon.

****

When Jo sneaked in later, to see for herself the results of all her planning, she was surprised to find the chairman waiting for her.

“I have to say, since you started organising these with your scripted scenarios, we’ve had a lot more fun.”

"Thank you sir. I always try to think what will bring you all the most pleasure. Did you enjoy the piss bungs? I was rather proud of those."

"Very impressed. I hope you're thinking of one of those for yourself."

She tried to contain her excitement. Despite the implication, it could still be a long time before she was called up.

"Looking at what it did to these two." she gestured to Rachel and Sally's swinging bodies, their cunts horribly disfigured. "I think I just might. Any idea when that might be?"

"Now Jo, you know we never give our snuff-bunnies more than a few days warming." He jovially admonished her, then, winking, "Still, you know I'm retiring in a few months."

"If it's any help," said Jo, looking to encourage him, "I've kept myself a virgin. The start of my show's going to be particularly spectacular, and unusual."

She left, leaving the chairman wishing he could retire tomorrow.

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.