Chapter Three - Former Festivities

I’m screaming again. Brian’s just shoved a massive metal dildo up my pee-hole so far I think it’s in my bladder. If I’d known how much fun he’d have hurting me I’d have made him do it ages ago. That’s not all the fun he’s getting, Anne’s giving him a proper deep blowjob - I can hear her gagging over my screams. Now mum’s moved in to rim him, trust her to go for the arsehole! Is my dad having any fun? Oh, that’s okay, he’s over there with Lisa and Anne’s husband. Looks like Lisa’s mastering the spit-roast.

That’s piss gushing out between my legs. I can’t stop it. Brian yanked out the dildo he was battering up there so hard I really shrieked, he’s definitely broken something inside me. That hurt more than I’d have expected. It’s weird feeling an unstoppable dribble of warm piss, we’re definitely not copying Jane’s snuff now.

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We didn’t rush with Jane. Everyone knew each extra moment was turning discomfort into agony. It was only when she’d drained every drop of amber nectar that the assembled cocks and cunts could produce that we even handcuffed her.

Kneeling before her grandad, the weight of her fecund belly squeezing the bladder she couldn’t empty, we could tell the pain proper had started. That certainly got dad aroused. It might only have been about an hour, but that was probably the longest Jane had been without a piss in two months.

Jane’s looking disappointed that my dad hasn’t moved in for a face-fuck. She was probably hoping for an excuse to empty her stomach a little, it must be feeling nearly as bad as her bladder. I’m feeling so wet at the thought. If I plunge Lisa’s face into my crotch will I peak too early?

Sod it. “Lisa, get over here and lick my snatch.”

That feels better. My cunt must have been dripping. I hope Lisa’s okay with that, I can feel how damp her face is getting. There’s no way I could let her stop now anyway. Dad’s injecting Jane as mum gives him a rusty trombone. How much has he given her, she’s contracting already and, fuck yes, so am I around Lisa’s tongue.

“Lisa come over here and give your sister a hand.”

That was Brian calling his daughter over. Looks like I came just in time, and I don’t think I peaked early, I’m feeling hornier than ever. That might be because of the sight in front of me -  Jane standing up and spreading her arms to be hung in chains. The sight of that lovely young body contorting in pain as the muscles cramp up round that gloriously swollen tummy is so hot.

Looking over at Lisa I couldn’t help noticing she seemed nervous. This was her first family snuff party, in fact her first snuff party at all. She did remind me of me at that age, pretty shy and quiet. Even though her face was glistening with my pussy juices, she still had her dress on.

****

Can’t say I stayed shy. I do have one little hang-up though, that’s why I keep my bush pretty thick these days. It’s pretty slack down there these days (both holes) and I don’t like people noticing. I think that must be the only bit of shyness I’ve got left. Brian certainly says the only hole he can get a proper fuck from is my throat, and I reckon he’s right. At any rate I only seem to get that delicious feeling of fullness in me when there’s at least a couple of decent cocks filling my gash.

When was I first properly conscious of other’s pleasure as I was hurt? I suppose the first time it occurred to me was lying on my bed in my parent’s house, tenderly feeling the damage to my newly ravaged arsehole. It was still throbbing badly but I wasn’t thinking much about that, in my mind I was seeing the ring of boys and girls who had surrounded me as I suffered through the pain, all of them rubbing their crotches. I think that was the first time I truly understood just how much pleasure a woman’s torment gave. In the months that followed I even thought about becoming a professional pain-slut. That was a change for me, we’d had an old woman who’d been a pain-slut come in to give us a talk only a few months before and I hadn’t even thought of taking it up.

Her body had been a crazed patchwork of scars. Scars from whips, knives, bats, flames and who knew what else. Fingers, toes and teeth were nearly all missing, even one of her hands. We’d all been invited to shove our own hands in the hole where her cunt had been sliced out as she’d explained how the constant dribble of pee had been unstoppable ever since her bladder was filled until it burst. The thought of being left incontinent had horrified me, so noticing my friend Sarah trying to have a surreptitious wank at this was startling.

So, at fifteen, I’d started thinking about public pain and humiliation. I could now see why Sarah had been frigging herself - the thought of being so damaged by was left incontinent did seem weirdly arousing. I’d pretty much decided to become a pain slut, the only thing I wondered was how my parents would take it.
 
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They seem to be taking it pretty well now. Mum’s nailing my hands to the table while dad sews my pussy shut. Fuck that hurts! It’s worth it, my agony’s given dad a pole you could hang your washing off.

They’re right about sisters having a lot in common. There’s Anne using my Lisa’s tongue to get off just like I did watching Jane.

I can see my Lisa doesn’t mind being smothered, she’s got her fingers back in her own snatch again. She really is like me, even down to that luxuriant dark bush sprouting between her legs (she’s been naked since the party started this time). I wonder how long it’ll be before she wheedles Brian into letting her have a snuff party of her own. Or maybe she’ll take up the career as a pain-slut I wanted to follow. I hope her gran doesn’t get in her way like she did with me.

****

“Mum, I want to become a pain-slut.”

I’d made up my mind. Mum looked surprisingly calm when her fifteen year old marched downstairs and announced her unusual career choice, but I can’t say she looked happy about it.

“Really Stacey!” she’d replied, looking disappointed. “I thought we’d brought you up to aim for something a bit better than that. I’m surprised you didn’t announce you wanted to be a checkout girl, or a toilet cleaner.”

Looking back, I’m not sure how my mum kept a straight face while saying that, but it would be a few years yet before I discovered her predilection for human waste. As it was, I just stood there looking impotently mutinous.

I’ve made Mum sound totally unreasonable, that’s not really fair. Apart from a slightly dated desire to keep up appearances she was always been pretty good to me and my sisters. It’s just, when you’re a teenager, you always tend to focus on the prohibitions not the freedoms. Mum obviously wanted to avoid a big argument and made a suggestion she hoped would take my mind off my plans. It worked.

“You’re not going to be a pain-slut, but you are fifteen now Stacey. I can’t see any reason why you shouldn’t come along to the grown-up parties with me and your father, in fact I think it could be quite educational. You know we’re having a bash for your Aunt Julia next month, unless your father objects I think you should come along.”

The excitement bubbled out of my voice as I asked, “A party? Like Tara’s?”

“Of course.” Mum replied, looking a little amused at my naive excitement. “I think you’ll enjoy your first experience of snuff, even if it isn’t quite as intense as Tara’s.”

Tara was my older sister, a five-year gap between me and her. I’d only been thirteen when our mother had announced that Tara was going to be snuffed to entertain some distant, but rich, relatives who were staying with my grandparents for a short visit. Despite my pleadings, and Tara’s on my behalf, mum had put her foot down and told me I was too young to go. I enjoyed helping Tara get ready (she looked spectacular, but nervous, dressed as an enslaved Egyptian queen with the chains pierced through her breasts), but then, adding insult to injury, I was left in the care of Debbie and her two rank kids in the odd-smelling house next door.

This time I wasn’t going to be left with the neighbours, expected to sit on Debbie’s sweaty lap as I used the toilet (How did I not work out what mum and Debbie had in common?). This time I was going to the party. That, of course, left Anne being babysat on her own. Really it’s not surprising she’s taking such delight in slicing up my body now, Anne confided in me afterwards that Debbie had expected her to sit with the boys on her lap as they used the toilet (they seemed pretty happy about it, but then would you prefer taking a shit while sitting on a pretty young blonde or a smelly, fat, raven-haired witch?). That was all in the future though.

“Thanks mum.” I told her, throwing my arms around her shoulders. “I’m sure dad won’t mind. Will all us women get beaten?”

Mum laughed at this. “Calm down Stacey. You’re not getting to be a pain-slut by the back door. The sex might get a little rough, especially with your father there, but only your aunt will be properly hurt.”

I must have looked disappointed, because Mum carried on, “You’ll get your chance. Once you’re married there’s always giving birth to look forward to. Maybe even the odd little bit with your husband, though a lots of men like to save their wives for snuff. And, of course, there’s always the chance of holding a snuff party for one of your daughters.”

****

“Kick her cunt June. This fresh young sphincter on Lisa looks so tight, and it’ll be nice to have a mother and daughter scream-fest as I break it.”

That’s my father talking to mum. Did Tara get this, all those years ago? And now my Lisa’s just offered up her arse to dad - it’s hard to believe how far out of her shell she’s come, look how awkward she was in company. Mind you, does she know what her grandad can be like when he gets some untried bowels round his cock?

If she didn’t before, she does now, that’s some howling. Has Mum put on boots? I think she’s trying to kick my cunt apart. Is that piss or blood I can feel splashing onto my thighs? With Aunt Julia it had definitely been blood.

****

“Come on Stacey. Get your boot into that putrid cunt.”

“See if you can’t kick it inside out.”

My family were egging me on, especially mum and cousin Sally, but in truth I really didn’t need it. Naked, save for a pair of boots, in front of my wildly fapping relations, my foot sinking repeatedly into the soft hairy crotch in front of me, I was nearly coming from excitement anyway. Aunt Julia’s cunt wasn’t putrid, it had been clean and remarkably smooth before I started, but no one could say it looked so immaculate now. Fifteen years old, my lovely firm breasts swinging in time with my leg as I trashed my aunt’s twat, I knew I was the cause of at least half the pleasuring going on around me - I was even sneaking the odd tweak myself, keeping my body constantly on the edge.

“Okay snuff-bunny. You’d better lick out the sweet little unblemished pussy on your niece.”

I wondered if Aunt Julia was thinking about her own ravaged body and comparing it to my baby-soft bottom and muff as I sank over her. My snatch was literally dripping even before it reached her face, something my mum saw and commented on, loudly. What no-one, apart from mum, knew, was my excitement was driven by the thought of swapping places with my battered aunt. Feeling unstoppable I leaned forward to plunge my face into the ruin I’d created between Julia’s bruised thighs. Her  constant tongue on my sex, the feel of her torn flesh against my lips, I couldn’t help coming, and coming hard.

****

Where’s Matty? Ever since he found out about my snuff party I’ve been finding it difficult to move, he’s seemed determined to try and keep his dick in at least one of his mother’s holes at all times. I reckon I put on a pound in the last fortnight just swallowing his cum. He was here when my parents arrived, where’s the boy got to?

He’s missing dad sewing up my cunt. It feels like he’s doing a good job, which is surprising. After the kicking I’ve had is there enough left down there to stick a needle through? That should make my holes the tightest they’ve been for ten years or more. Probably still not as tight as Jane was.

****

“Okay.” I announced. “Straightening up from running my fingers into my daughter’s nastily swollen pussy. “She’s well dilated and contracting like mad. Anyone who fancies getting their cock squeezed had better fuck her now.”

Jane was gasping and panting. Waves of painful contractions running through her. Even covered with shit and welts you could see her muscles rippling under her skin. Apart from a few marks and bruises her gash and ringpiece had been left pretty undamaged, no-one wanted to ruin this moment. The rest of her hadn’t fared so well, but she was still holding up.

Her grandad didn’t need telling twice. His over-size dick was soon deep in his granddaughter’s soft young pussy, banging repeatedly into the foetus trying to come the other way. It wasn’t long before he’d swapped to her tight little puckered hole, breaking into it so hard blood started dribbling out.

“Fuck this is good.” he announced to the party, as he swapped back to her visibly pulsating snatch. “I’ve already come once and her little cunt’s squeezing me dry again.”

When he pulled out there were no shortage of takers for her vibrating holes. Every man there wanted a chance for the ultimate ride. It wasn’t long before blood and cum were running from both her holes.

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.