Chapter 5 – Playing the Game

Sandy was quite a way from the studio, making herself a coffee in the staff kitchen, but she could still hear Double-Drop’s distinctive tones humming in the walls. If he had started the next segment she could finally relax - her last two protégés were safely in the studio.

Sandy had a very practical country attitude to snuff, that’s why she’d been the company’s most successful recruiter for several years. The fact that it was her turn didn’t bother her in the way it did urban women who were away from the cycles of nature. Despite that she did have one slight regret - she’d always hoped to be snuffed in the family’s abattoir. If only she didn’t have such a strong sense of fair play, then she wouldn’t have felt the need, each year she’d recruited for the TV studios, to put her own name down on the list. She had though, taking her chances with all the other women she’d recruited.

Regretfully putting aside a vision of her husband working her over with both his choppers, Sandy opened her locker to pull out the package with the costume she’d been assigned. John in wardrobe had asked her not to peek, said he’d done something special for her, so this was her first chance to see what she’d be wearing.

****

“Well Susan. It looks like you’ve lost the first round.” Double-Drop paused to let the cheering subside a little. “Time to spin the wheel!”

It had been unexpected fun so far, Susan was still smiling as Juliet reached out and pressed the button sending the wheel of forfeits whirling round on the big screen behind them. It was only as it started to slow, and the camera moved in show the pictures round the edge coming into focus, that she recalled what was about to happen. The wheel clicked ever more slowly, the camera zooming in on the pointer, almost coming to rest on a drawing of a belly, before finally clicking once more to land on a small pile of fingers.

Given the serious forfeits she’d missed as they clicked passed, Susan’s first thought was to wonder if the game was fixed. She almost got indignant before grasping that it hardly mattered. Then she realised that Bill was addressing her.

“And don’t forget the rules. Thirty seconds from the horn to recreate the picture, then my assistants get to encourage you.”

Bill’s assistants, two cheerful young men holding heavy little whips, gave a smile and a wave to the cameras before turning to carefully watch the two women.

There were a tense few seconds as Juliet fumbled in the ‘goody box’, but then she straightened up – triumphantly holding a pair of heavy-duty snips. Susan knew her opponent wasn’t without compassion, but the woman was so relieved that she only looked pleased as she grabbed the hand that Susan held out.

****

Those boys in wardrobe do like a laugh thought Sandy, as she left the staff kitchen and headed for the studio. The costume she was now wearing had more than a hint of milkmaid about it, although it was unlikely that any milkmaid before had worn a skirt that didn’t even cover her pussy. It wasn’t that Sandy was worried about her body, but it did have a sturdy country build, not really suited to the rather winsome frills that now failed to cover it.

“Hiya Sandy. ready for milking?”

That was George, one of the assistants she worked with, trying not to smirk. She knew she looked a bit ridiculous. Her pendulous breasts sagged down over a top that had been low-cut to show off a rather more buoyant pair of tits, and her legs were far too fat and well-muscled to look like anything but sacks of potatoes in sheer white stockings. Finally there was her backside, where an arse that should have just peaked out under the skirt was instead slumped in saggy folds over the top of the stockings.

It wasn’t in Sandy’s nature to worry much about her appearance - she’d always been more interested in having a laugh than looking like a fashion plate. That’s why, instead of getting upset over the teasing, she reached behind George’s head and pushed him down into her cleavage.

“Fancy having a go on these udders?”

George’s answer from deep between her sizeable breasts wasn’t intelligible, so she took her hand off the lad to let him up. When he emerged, there was no mistaking the smirk.

“Now Sandy.” he parodied admonishing her. “You know we’re not allowed to play with the show girls.”

“Shame.” she pouted back, equally frivolously. “Just slap my arse to get me in the mood and I promise not to tell anyone about your shocking behaviour.”

George gave her a resounding slap and Sandy giggled, he even tweaked the jewellery in one of her nipples. Unlike the woman competing in the studio at the moment, Sandy’s own breasts had been pierced with heavy rings for years, and she made no secret in the office that she’d been hung from them before now. That’s why a little twinge from a twisted nipple just made her Sandy there was time to bend over George’s knee - he was rather good-looking - but she had an appointment to keep.

****

“And Juliet’s lost that one again.”

Another spin, then a slight gasp from beside her. The picture was clearly a woman suspended by her breasts and crotch. No wonder their piercings were so sturdy.

“How are we going to manage this.” whispered Susan to Juliet, as three hooks descended.

It was going to be a little awkward hooking on Juliet’s rings. As well as her fingers in the first round Susan had lost the second and taken a needle to her eye. The audience had loved that but it was making focussing difficult. The real problem they had was Juliet, she’d lost the third round and her left nipple. The nipple, and the ring so recently pierced through it, were now lying disregarded on the floor.

The hooks came within reach and the horn sounded. Only thirty seconds! If they couldn’t think of something they’d be flogged until they snuffed, and on only the fourth round!

They both were thinking of the teasing their daughters would take if they went out now. That inspired Juliet to grab the remains of her left teat and push it towards Susan saying. “Just shove the hook in this and hope the end’s sharp enough to go through.”

There wasn’t time for discussion. Susan grabbed the hook and forced the end – luckily it was extremely sharp – through the soft female flesh that was presented to her. She didn’t even have time to think about the pain or damage she was causing - although Juliet’s whimpering response was a clue - as she hurried to hook up the remaining piercings.

The second horn went as Susan finished fumbling in her fellow contestant’s crotch. Before she could straighten up she felt a horrible stinging, as though her back had been sliced open. A yell from Juliet, matching hers, removed all doubt as to why. Seizing the tiniest of overruns, they’d been lashed by the two assistants. The pain was so intense, she wondered what the whips could be made of.

****

“That’s better.”

“How do you mean Chloe?” James was looking with interest at his younger daughter after her emphatic outburst.

“They were just being too good. Half the fun is in seeing them catch it when they fail.”

“Come on Chloe.” Becca chimed in, defending their mother. “You’ve got to be impressed with the way mum took having her fingers cut off. That Juliet woman really botched up the third one. I’d like to see you not pulling away.”

“Go and find some snips them.” Chloe suggested. “I bet I can do as well.”

“Girls!” James admonished them. “No-one is cutting anybody’s fingers off today. If you’re that determined to be cut up you’ll have to wait until you’re old enough to enter a lottery.”

“But that’s ages away.” Chloe started to complain, a handful of years being a long time at her age.

“Quiet Chlo.” Becca shushed her. “Mum’s just lost the round and they’re going to be getting Juliet down.”

“What’s she losing this time?” their father asked, his attention returning to the screen.

“It’s her cervix!”

“Excellent!” James smiled. “You’ll get to see  your mum’s snatch ripped wide open. How did she take it?”

“A bit upset, but not bad.”

“I’m not surprised. It was the being exposed part she really wasn’t looking forward to.”

“But if she went to a slaughterhouse she’d be naked, surely?”

“Yes, but not in front of millions.”

****

Now Susan was sure the game, or at least the wheel of forfeits, was fixed, but she’d decided that wasn’t a bad thing. Whoever had decided the sequence of their torments knew how to put on a good show.

It was amazing Juliet had won the last round. Flailing around as she hung in the air her breasts had become badly stretched, the question marks embedded in them more like exclamation marks now. As for her crotch, that had been even more distracting - nearly every moment Susan had expected Juliet’s pussy to be scalped. The hanging woman had been constantly whimpering in pain as her own weight slowly ripped the ring out of her clit.

“Okay boys! Let’s get the gorgeous Juliet down and see if she can get Susan’s cunt baby-popping wide!”

“Sure thing Mr Ritchie!” the assistants announced in unison, smiling particularly broadly.

Susan still naively assumed they’d lower Juliet down and unhook her. That wasn’t what happened, of course it wasn’t, it had become clear that in every round you would lose something. Instead, each lad grabbed a leg and, to the sound of an enormous shriek, yanked hard. Juliet came crashing down, tits and cunt ripping open. Susan had been right, a little pubic scalp did still dangle from the end of one of the wires.

The first horn went. Juliet, acting almost on automatic, dragged herself upright. The audience applauded as the camera panned over her body, with its once decent tits torn open, their fatty meat oozing out and the raw hole, blood dripping, where her clit used to be. Screwed up in her own torment, Juliet barely looked at Susan as she lay on the table, just reaching straight for the undamaged cunt between her legs. Susan couldn’t help looking at Juliet, even as she felt her sex being invaded. What was it going to feel like if her boobs were ripped apart like that, and, gulp, having your clit torn out.

“This is a tough challenge and she’s pretty messed up. Is she going to make it before the whipping? Let’s give her some encouragement.” Bill shouted, whipping up the audience to cheer and holler.

Susan quickly forgot any worries about future damage to her body, the current abuse was filling her consciousness. She’d been fisted before, but with one hand, slowly, and lubricated. Now she was getting two hands brutally shoved up her pussy with painful force, and she knew when they were in they’d be yanked wide enough for Double-Drop to reach in and cut out her cervix.

****

“Hello mum.” announced a familiar face as it stepped out of a shadow, it’s grin so wide it threatened to split the skin on the cheeks. “You ready for this?”

Sandy was genuinely surprised, though very pleased. Her daughter Taylor was waiting by the studio entrance, dressed in the floor-length gown, cut to the waist, that all the curvy young assistants who drifted around the set were wearing this year. To be honest, if Sandy hadn’t seen Taylor emerge from her own vagina she wouldn’t have believed they were related. Skinny and with the smallest pair of tits, plus never-ending legs running from pert little buttocks to almost miniature feet, she was almost the complete opposite of her short and dumpy mother.

“Taylor!” Sandy gave her daughter a hug, reaching up to get her arms over the girl’s shoulders. “How lovely you’re here! Are you going to help send your old mother off?”

“Reckon I will this time mum.” her daughter answered cheerfully.

That was a family joke, all her children knew how difficult Taylor’s birth had been. Although, to be fair, that wasn’t really Taylor’s fault. At the time Sandy had been suspended from her wrists, while her husband used her contractions to massage the dick he had in her arse. Taylor’s first, but with her looks not last, experience of spunk had been her father’s jism landing on her newly-born head.

When Sandy had started her job with the studios she hadn’t understood why so many women were nervous about what they’d be doing on the telethon. It took several conversations with her colleagues to before she was convinced that most city husbands didn’t routinely beat their wives. Sandy reckoned they were missing out on something.

****

“A bit slow that time. Never mind, we’ll see if you can be faster on your forfeit after the next round.”

The two women braced themselves.

“Which we’ll do as soon as we’ve got another woman racked up.” he turned to face the camera. “We’ve got a little cracker stretching on the rack now. The betting lines are open, so let’s hear those phones ringing!”

Double-Drop was his usual cheerful self. His two contestants were still keeping their smiles on as the camera cut away, but finding it difficult to balance upright. They’d been whipped for nearly ten seconds before Juliet had ripped Susan’s cunt wide enough for her cervix to be snipped. Now Juliet’s back and Susan’s breasts were a mass of angry red welts. The whipping had been brutal enough to almost cause Susan to forget the destruction being wrought inside her pussy.

“Sorry about that.” groaned Juliet to Susan, her hand instinctively seeking to sooth the remains of her clit, before she winced and pulled it away. “You were just so tight down there. It’s hard to believe you’ve had two children.”

“That’s okay, I know you did your best.” Susan answered, before being distracted by the action at the side of the studio’s stage. “Isn’t that Sandy walking to the rack? It is, look at the size of those legs. I reckon James will have a tenner on her doing at least two hours.”

****

Sandy, grinning and waving, was lead in by her daughter, the chain attached to her hefty nipple-rings. Occasionally she’d hang back, knowing, as she was pulled forward, the audience reaction to her tits being stretched in front of her. Taylor had seen the abuse her mother’s breasts could take, she wasn’t being delicate as she yanked her forwards.

“And Sandy’s being racked up today by her daughter Taylor.” a disembodied voice informed the audience, drawing another cheer. “I think you’ll find Taylor has planned a few extra surprises for her mother.”

“Extra surprises.” Sandy grinned as they reached the rack. “And this from the girl who turned down a date with Sam Heston to help with her Aunt Beth’s dissection - even though she’d left school two years ago.”

“And a girl who’s seen what you and father got up to. You do know all us kids used to spy on you two when dad wanted special time? Anyway, I thought you could do with one last fuck.”

Sandy didn’t look shocked to hear her kids had seen her naked and beaten - or even being screwed - she’d suspected as much. She hadn’t minded, an audience always seemed to heighten the experience, just like tonight.

Mother and daughter had arrived where they needed to be.

“Wow!” was all Sandy could find to say.

They’d arrived at the rack, or at least the TV friendly version that the telethon people used. A rectangular steel frame, nearly upright, with hydraulics in each corner for an intensely slow racking. This one had also been fitted with a DP machine, and there was a fifth hydraulic setup a few feet in front.

Sandy reached out to touch the dildos on the DP machine, glittering in the light “Ooh, that’s like sandpaper.”

“Diamond coated.” her daughter announced proudly. Then she gave a sly grin, “And have you noticed the extra tit-rack they’ve added.”

Sandy practically threw herself into the device. She could only mouth a ‘Thank you’ to Taylor. This was going out in style.

“Thought you might appreciate that.” Taylor smirked, as she locked her mother’s wrists in place. “The number of times I’ve seen those great udders of your stretched from the beam in the kitchen.” 

****

For a moment Susan thought they’d got the same picture again. Then she realised the arm she was seeing, in up to the elbow, wasn’t going into that hole.

The audience were going wild. Susan could appreciate why, and, from the look on her face, so could Juliet.

“Good luck love.” Juliet managed to say, as she hauled her mutilated body into position to be strapped down.

“And this forfeit involves a special challenge for you Susan. Can you find one of Juliet’s lovely kidneys?”

Bill telling her of the task she needed to complete for this forfeit wasn’t a surprise to Susan, anal fisting always required you to rip out a vital organ on the telethon, that’s why she and Juliet had been so disconcerted when it came up. But how did you even identify a kidney? At least she’d give the audience a laugh when she pulled out the wrong bits.

The horn went, but Susan couldn’t move for a second, gazing at the tight little puckered hole she was about to plunder – it didn’t even have the slightly ragged look of an arsehole that had been regularly fucked. The tiny delay brought a grunt from Juliet, anxious to avoid the whip at, literally, any cost. Reminded of her task, Susan reached in to begin forcing her fingers into the sphincter, though she couldn’t help wondering if Juliet’s ruined chest would even notice being whipped now.

There wasn’t time to try to be gentle, even if Susan had wanted to. There was a groaning spasm from Juliet as she finally drove her good hand through the tortured woman’s broken sphincter. Then the groaning turned to howls as she frenziedly groped in that soft warm interior, trying to find anywhere she could gain a grip.

Next moment Juliet was screaming as Susan wrenched her hand back out, leaving the other woman’s arsehole a torn and gaping cavern. Susan choked on the stench, but all she held was a handful of shit-covered intestine.

“Good start there from Susan, but she’ll need to get right back in if she’s hoping to get a kidney in time.”

Susan didn’t need that reminder. She was already plunging back in to Juliet’s ravaged guts.

****

“That’s more like it. Look how that Juliet is bucking as mum rips all those shitty innards out of her.”

“I just wish it was mum being gutted. What a display!”

“Don’t worry girls.” James reassured his daughters. “I’m pretty sure your mother’s new friend isn’t going to survive this, lots of women don’t survive a gutting even when it’s done cleanly with a knife. That means your mum will get to choose how she snuffed.”

“I know, that’s the problem.” Chloe complained. “You know mum’ll choose an axe or something like that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

James gave a secret smile. He reckoned he knew his wife even better than she did herself. On the screen, her thirty seconds up, Susan might be shrieking as a whip cut into her back, but he still reckoned she’d choose something dramatic when it came down to it.

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.