Chapter Four - Final Ride

Matty’s missed his last chance to stuff my cunt. I wouldn’t think my arsehole’s up to much now either. I’m a bit disappointed, he came in for a last poke of his sister and hasn’t even bothered to turn up for me.

****

Matty pulled his barely limp dick out of his sister’s increasingly battered cunt, covered in a sheen of more than just his own come. Jane was trying to stay standing upright, but her weight increasingly hung from wrists shackled above her. Every fuck had been pretty brutal, especially for a pregnant body.

Dad looked up from arranging my throat round his cock (mum was back rimming him again).

“You remember my telling you about punch-fucking? I think she looks about ready.” He’d address this remark to Matty, but then twisted round to look down at my mothers face buried in his buttocks. “And standby June, I’ve got a steaming turd ready for you.”

I’d never heard of punch-fucking. I wanted to see it, but there wasn’t much chance with my lips already hitting dad’s nut-sack. It seemed a shame, if mum was about to get a face full of shit this was probably going to be a highlight.

“That’s right, rip the whore’s cervix!”

Who’d have thought Lisa could be so forward, shouting to be heard over her sister’s screams. She must be really getting into it. Mind you, so must her brother, every squelching thud was accompanied by another howl from Jane. I think dad’s getting ready to twist me round to sodomise me. However hard he goes, it’ll be nice to breathe and see Jane’s agony.

“Stop whimpering you slag. You’ve always liked your cunt full.”

Did I think it would be nice to breathe? Not when mum’s sharing dad’s shit with me. I’ll have to swallow, she’ll make sure. It’s getting Dad excited though, he feels like a baseball bat in my arse. It doesn’t matter, even scat and sodomy can’t distract me from the scene I’m witnessing.

There’s Matty, my son, literally punching his fist into his eldest sister’s fecund twat. You can see her pregnant belly distorting with every agonising blow. Next to him, barely seeming to notice her father buggering her, his youngest sister wildly egging him on as she madly works at her own snatch.

****

It’s strange how in families the same things come up again. Over twenty years earlier I’d been chatting with Aunt Julia when she’d described that scene to me, even if the protagonists were a little different.

My aunt, uncle, and cousin Nicole had come to stay with us for the party. With so many guests bathroom time was at a premium. I’d been desperate for the loo and, as soon as I saw Nicole leave I just barged into the bathroom. Next moment I was blushing bright red and diving for the door - my aunt was soaking in the tub - luckily she called me back, telling me not to be so silly.

“Your first snuff party’s coming up Stacey. You must have some idea of what our family’s like surely? Having a quick whizz in front of me really isn’t here or there.”

I didn’t know what my family was like back then, but I wasn’t going to stop and mention that, I really was bursting. Trying to maintain my modesty I lowered my knickers and dropped quickly onto the seat, hoping to aim my stream quietly against the bowl. Looking back I find it hard to believe I was so naïve, and, when I glanced up, the amused look on my aunt’s face was telling me the same.

I should be grateful, she didn’t actually laugh at me. In fact when she spoke it was rather gentle and kind, “Looks like I’m wrong. I’m guessing your mum hasn’t told you anything about our family parties?”

I just shook my head.

“Not even any hints from your dad, or Tara?”

I shook my head again, then had to ask my own question, “How did you know?”

“Blushing and trying to hide your pussy.” Aunt Julia replied. “In your position, with what I knew from your mother, by the time of my first family party I wouldn’t have bothered hiding my muff from anyone, least of all the snuff-bunny.”

Aunt Julia was so relaxed, sometimes it was hard to remember she was my mother’s sister, even if a bit younger. She hadn’t finished surprising a fifteen-year-old me.

“I suppose I should be grateful you’re a bit shy.” she smiled, leaning back into the water. “At least you didn’t piss on me, I probably would have done.”

All I could think of to say was, “Why would I do that?”

That’s how I discovered our big family tradition, sitting on the loo staring at my naked aunt, a little confused by my feelings. It seemed that once the invitations had gone out the snuff-bunny was generally expected to make themselves available for anyone who fancied a little pre-party fun. It was rather frowned upon to do any real damage, but nobody was going to worry about the odd bruise or blemish.

That put an intriguing thought in my head, that I couldn’t help voicing, “What was Nicole doing in here?”

Aunt Julia did laugh this time.

“That’s rather nosey Stacey. I’m not sure I should answer that.” although she didn’t pause before continuing. “If your cousin likes to pop in and use her mother’s tongue to relieve her tension that’s entirely her affair.”

“So I can do anything with you?”

“Pretty much.” Juliet replied with an encouraging little smile. “Although if you damage me I don’t think your father will be very happy.”

“Doesn’t he like family parties?”

“Of course he does, but I know he’s a  particularly fond of messing up a nice clean body. You should have seen him punch-fucking my eldest daughter a few years ago.

My cousin Ivy had been one of those girls who never lost their puppy fat. The last time I’d seen her, over tea just before her party, the young me had been fascinated. Everyone had been sitting around, drinking and chatting normally, barely glancing at my cousin. I’d never seen a woman displaying her snatch before, but there was Ivy on the sofa wearing a short skirt and no knickers, legs spread wide. I wasn’t totally innocent, and it was the site of strands of white goo that must be cum trailing through her bush and dribbling onto her skirt that most held my interest. Now I had to ask what punch fucking was.

“How fisting should be. You should have seen him in action.” Julia was looking excited by her memories as she continued. “Slamming into Ivy so hard, her whole body bouncing around - and there was a lot of it, she was quite a chubby girl.”

“Did he snuff her?” I had to know.

“No, but he messed her up quite beautifully. He’d turned her guts into jelly when we cut her open.”

That aroused me in a way I hadn’t expected, overcoming my inhibitions to the extent that I put my Aunt Julia to work. I could see why Nicole had taken advantage of her mother as an expert tongue probed between my legs.


****

I didn’t see Matty come in, Brian had his cock deep in my throat and was taking a piss. All I could really see was my husband’s hairy, shitty, arse-crack as I felt his piss swell a stomach already bulging with my family’s effluent. So the first I knew of my sons arrival was a violent stabbing pain just above my pubes.

Brian pulled out, leaving me, as my retching subsided, to see the latest abuse my body was being subjected to. There was my son, grinning as he thrust his rock-hard cock into the wound he’d just made in his mother’s belly.

“Did you get the uterus?” Brian asked, standing to one side still with his own firm erection.

“I’m pretty sure dad.” Matty answered, not ceasing the brutalisation of my guts as he pounded into me. “I can feel its sides stretching round my dick.”

He had wrenched at my insides before of course, all those years ago when he was born, but it hadn’t felt like this. I can feel his cock swelling in my disintegrating womb with every howl I give. My show’s doing it for Brian, Lisa’s taking her turn riding him now, with my mother, of course, rimming his filthy arse.

I suppose I should be glad I’ve still got guts to fuck. That should let me hang on while my family desecrate my body some more. With Jane the climax had been slicing open her fat and battered stomach to rip out bits of a mangled foetus and yards of ruptured, bloody intestine. Her mother did have one last little surprise for her snuff-bunny daughter though.

****

I looked at Jane, great flaps of badly-stretched skin hanging like curtains over her empty belly, and couldn’t resist one final defilement of my daughter’s once-pretty little beaver.

“Watch closely Lisa.” I whispered to my youngest, as I pushed her hand between my legs. “And make sure you work my old cunt hard.”

It was a beautiful moment. My youngest thrashing away at my sex as I squatted down to chew out the clitoris between my eldest daughter’s legs. With perfect symmetry her howls gave out as my body spasmed with another unstoppable great juggernaut of a climax.

****

I’m not climaxing now, I’m just a mutilated piece of agonised meat. That doesn’t mean I’m not ecstatic, hearing my youngest daughter’s words whispered into my ear.

“Do you remember how you climaxed with Jane?”

I tried to smile as my youngest forced her fingers into my slit, ripping at the cord that held my fleshy lips sewn shut. I felt a warm stream of my own gore gush out as the seal on my cunt was broken.

“I wonder who’ll do this for me?” was Lisa’s parting aside as she slipped down my half-broken body to macerate my womanhood.

****

 “Shall we get Nicole to work the garrotte?” asked my uncle, as he lent down to punch his wife’s tits, hanging low like udders beneath her, sending them flying once again.

After bending Aunt Julia over we’d all taken a turn on her dangling funbags, and it showed. Her tit meat must have been beaten into soup - her breasts looked more like water-filled balloons, prettily coloured in reds and purples, than human mammaries. I’d not get another chance to ride that expert tongue, my mother’s swift work with a pair of pliers had seen to that. Maybe I should have felt regret, but my father was spreading my inexperienced little twat at the time, and I was concentrating on the feeling of his swollen pole ripping at my insides.

Now I was being put to work on my mother, lapping away at her gaping cum-drenched gash. As I was now discovering, my mother is pretty hairy, and, choking a little on one of her wiry pubes, I missed her reply to my uncle. Next moment my face was free, something of a relief back then as I’d found my mother’s arse astonishingly unclean. I’d no idea at the time how used I was going to get to the taste of shit when my mother was involved.

“Good idea.” my uncle responded to whatever my mother had said. “Mark and I’ll take one of Julia’s holes each, we both fancy feeling a woman snuff round our dicks.”

“Is one of you taking her mouth?” Nicole asked innocently, as she pulled the rope round her mother’s throat.

“Not likely.” my dad chuckled. “Neither of us fancies getting our cock caught in the garrotte, and there’s not much point in a face-fuck unless you’re deep in her throat.”

Nicole paused while her father and uncle got in position, deep in her mother’s badly abused cunt and bowels. She had something to distract her during the pause, my mothers face pushed between her arse cheeks, and my mother’s hand excitedly frigging in her crotch.

“Okay Nicole.” my father said. “Give us the ultimate ride.”

I’d been left to amuse myself, which I did, as hard as I could. The men drove wildly into my aunt Julia’s crotch, riding her frantic buckings as her daughter eased the strangling cord tighter.

Looking back, although I’ve never asked Nicole, I’m pretty sure she was squeezing a turd into my mother’s mouth as she snuffed my aunt, which suggested Aunt Julia had been a lot less discreet about her sister’s proclivities. At any rate, she was straining far more than her delicate garrotting seem to need.

“Take that, you filthy slag!”

My uncle’s words, as he broke his desperately struggling wife’s nose with a well aimed punch, drove me over the edge, and I climaxed hard and long. One day that will be me, degraded, abused and tormented right up to the end.

****

“That’s right Lisa. Hurt the dumb slut, it’s what she’s here for.”

That’s my sister, squatting over our mother’s face again. I can’t help lifting my head, even though it strains my ability to scream, to watch that lovely blonde hair shaking over my crotch. My daughter’s really taking her time, it feels like each nerve is being severed on its own. When she started I thought she was going to be frigging herself, but of course her grandma knows what to do, even if she’s still swallowing the contents of her other daughter’s bowels.

Maybe I should have asked my sister Anne about scat. I’ve no idea whether she loves it like mum or just takes it to please others like I do. I’m quite pleased I got to discuss it with my own daughter, I just hope my little chat with Lisa helped.

****

“Mum. I want to be a pain-slut.”

For a moment twenty-odd years fell away, but this time I’d been transported into my mother’s body. Only the fact I was sitting on the loo, knickers round my ankles, kept me reassured of the date. My mother would never have let one of us kids into the bathroom when she was taking a dump - with what I know now probably because she was frigging herself as she ate her own turds.

This time it was my daughter Lisa - thin, blonde and baby-cute - who was using the exact words I once did. I resisted the urge to react like my mother, just because I had to wait why should my daughter? That didn’t mean not making sure she knew what she was letting herself in for though.

“Are you sure about that? Giving over your body to complete strangers? You know you can’t place limits on what they can do to hurt you?”

“Oh come on mum.” Lisa argued. “Surely you know that’s the point? You must know what a pain-slut is, there was a section on it in our school careers handbook, and they’re really old.”

“Of course I do.” I protested, how ill-informed did to my daughter think I was? My annoyance left me a little less prudent than I might normally have been as I continued “We even had one come in and give us a talk, describing the pleasure each mutilation had given as she showed us the scars. That’s how I knew later on what I wanted to do.”

I could feel the shock on my face after my admission. It was almost annoying, given it was a huge revelation for me - given how shocking disclosing it even now felt - to see Lisa taking it in her stride, barely raising more than an eyebrow. Even her voice sounded pretty calm as she took advantage of the news.

“So you want to be a pain-slut as well. I take it grandma stopped you. Is it fair to try and deny me just because you didn’t get the chance? Most mothers would be glad their daughters were following in their footsteps.”

“I’m not trying to stop you.” I explained. “It’s just that it’s a big step, and I want to make sure you’ve got all the facts before you decide to take it. It’s not just the physical damage, have you considered all the other stuff as well?”

“What other stuff?” she asked, suspiciously.

It seems that Lisa’s careers booklet really was the same one that I remembered. The brief paragraph about pain-sluttery had barely skimmed the surface. After we’d had the talk, and discovered what was really involved, only Sarah was still seriously considering it as a career.

“Anything the customers want. Apparently there’s as much humiliation involved sometimes as pain. Are you prepared to be laughed at, or told you’re stupid, after you’ve willingly let them cripple you for their gratification?” Lisa had gone very thoughtful at this, so I pressed on with the part that had nearly made me change my mind even after I realised I wanted to be one. “Then there’s the filthy stuff. How do you feel about playing with animals, or doing scat?”

“I reckon I could do that.” she answered, defensively, but sounding a little unsure. “I like animals, and I reckon I could put up with shit if everybody’s getting off on it.”

“Would you still be okay after this story?” I suggested. “The most extreme thing I heard about from a pain-slut was when she went to a couple on a farm. They shoved her entire head into a cow’s backside. She found herself suffocating in hot cow shit while the wife was fisting her pussy so hard the blood was pouring out.”

“They didn’t let her snuff?”

If I’d been in any doubt, that comment would have been enough to convince me she was my daughter. My most extreme dirty story, and Lisa was actually sounding intrigued rather than horrified.

“She couldn’t have told me the story if she was.” I pointed out, not unreasonably. “It turned out they wanted her to finish the evening by walking home naked, the words ‘I’ve had my head in a cow’s arse’ burned onto her belly. Are you really sure, you’re up for that?”

“I think I’d be okay with that. How bad is eating shit?”

Lisa was still standing there with her arms folded, something of a mulish expression left on her face, but she was asking the right questions. That’s how I found myself making hastening to make the offer I’d been so reluctant to with Jane, but Lisa wanted to find out for herself whether she was ready for everything.

“Would you like me to shit on you now while we’re alone? Give you a chance to find out what it’s like.”

Lisa looked a little shocked, I don’t think she was expecting me to be quite so helpful, but she still smiled as she said, “Yes please.”

“You’d better lie on the floor then, so I can squat over you.”

So I ended up taking my morning dump into my youngest daughter’s willingly open mouth. She gagged and choked trying to swallow my steaming turd, until eventually her stomach rebelled and she projectile vomited straight into my gash. I thought that might have put her off, but, as I washed the stinking mess out of my pubes, she regained her voice.

“That was absolutely disgusting mum.” she announced, crap and vomit still splashed over her face and chest. “Your arse is really stinky, what have you been eating?”

“Have you change your mind?” I asked, ignoring my daughter’s personal comment, not sure whether I’d be pleased or disappointed if the answer was yes.

I never had to decide, her immediate response was, “No mum. You’re missing the point, if I don’t enjoy doing it people will just get more excited.”

Ignoring the state my daughter was in, at least the shit was my own, I dragged her in for a big hug. I even tilted her head to land a big kiss on her cheek.

****

Now it’s my turn to look at Lisa’s muff. Her snatch - well both her holes -has been worn actually ragged from the shaftings she’s taken today. That cunt’ll be as knackered as mine by the time she’s twenty. Mind you, if she does get to be a pain-slut that’ll be the least of her worries. Thinking of my pretty daughter letting herself be mutilated until she looked like the old slut from my schooldays actually still managed to send a little electric shiver running through my tortured frame.

There’s no doubt Lisa’s enjoying this. She’s spread her cheeks wide to cover my face and you can’t miss the juices oozing out of her ragged gash or that bullet-hard little clit. I’m not sure if I’ll suffocate or drown! I’m trying to stay still but someone, I can’t even see who, has started picking off my toes. She’s down now, her soggy pussy sealing my bruised lips as my nose is pushed into her wide open arsehole - that girl really has been letting everyone grab a wild ride in her colon today. It’s so gaping I can still breath through it - just - even if the smell is a little pungent. I can’t help poking my tongue into her juicy hole as she squirms on my face, I can’t believe I never tried it before - I shouldn’t have been so selfish at Jane’s party.

For a moment I though Lisa was coming, her muscles tensed so hard. Then, as I felt the mushy warmth press against the tip of my nose, with a stench that made me gag, I knew it wasn’t those muscles clenching up. That was my last chance for air going, I was going to suffocate in my girl’s shit clogged colon.

Lisa’s stronger than I thought. I know I’m writhing and struggling like mad, my pinned down body fighting for the air it’s not going to get, but my face isn’t breaking free, not even for a second, from her cute little snatch. I’m really impressed with my daughter, I know I’m chewing and biting, desperately ripping at that tender pussy, but, in spite of the gasps and whimpers I hear, she’s just pushing down harder.

Am I putting on a good show? I think I am. There’s nothing like the sight of a woman struggling in her final throes to get the juices flowing. You can’t mistake the cacophony of grunts, slaps, and squelches around me, Anne and mum must have at least one hole stuffed with a hot cock.

I’m not sure, but I think that’s Matty’s rock-hard shaft ravaging inside my belly again. What a way to get snuffed! Choking on my daughter’s shit as her pussy smothers me, while my son literally defiles my guts.

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.