Chapter 6 – Susan’s Choice

“Well done there Susan! I think you’ve finally got it!”

Susan did her best to stand, even though her back felt like it was on fire and she could feel warm blood running down her legs. The clock showed she’d overrun by almost a minute, and most of Juliet’s guts were lying discarded on the floor round her. Susan did her best to smile as she triumphantly held up the kidney, finding even that an effort. Her eyes were drawn to Juliet’s chest, which had been lashed so hard the ribs were showing, the already mutilated breasts now flayed right off . From the agony she was in her back must look like that as well.

It was a moment before she took in Double-Drop’s announcement.

“After that splendid example of manual gutting we can safely say Susan here has successfully snuffed Juliet. That makes Susan our winner!”

There was one last shot of Juliet, her body almost still apart from the odd slight twitch. Then the lights dimmed as the action moved elsewhere in the studio.

As soon as the cameras were off them Susan turned to Bill, who was downing a bottle of water, handed to him by an assistant who had rushed up as soon as the lights dimmed.

“Who’s in charge of the slow-hangers?” he was demanding of another assistant. “Those two in the corner pissed themselves over ten minutes ago. Why aren’t there a fresh pair doing the final dance?”

“I don’t know Mr Ritchie. I’ll get right on it.” the young woman said apologetically.

“Do that. Find out who’s responsible and tell them if it happens again they’ll be the next one up.” he sounded exasperated.

Susan hesitated, she had been going to ask what happened now, but maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. Hosting twenty-four hours of live TV was obviously very stressful. Instead she turned to see what action the cameras were currently covering.

****

Sandy had been securely strapped to the rack, the heavy metal cuffs already digging in a little. She squirmed in a little more discomfort where the ends of the dildos had been pushed firmly against her holes, their rough surfaces already irritating tender skin.

“Ready to go mum?” Taylor asked, slowly untying the halter of her dress as a camera moved round her.

“I’m ready, but what are you doing?” Sandy asked in some surprise, as her daughter began sliding the delicate material down her legs.

“Just getting ready to operate the on switch.” Taylor told her mother as she slipped off her panties, a big grin on her face. She bent over to give the camera a good close up. “Didn’t I mentioned I’d entered the lottery this year and won? The producers were delighted when they found out we’d both be in it.”

The sight of Taylor standing naked in front of her, smooth skin shaven clean, was beautiful. Sandy would have hugged her daughter if she wasn’t strapped in, instead all she could do was blow her a kiss.

“As soon as I pull down on this rope.” Taylor told her, grabbing a rope with a familiar knot on the end. “I’ll start your ultimate fuck and stretch.”

The audience were showing their appreciation. Taylor milked the moment, easing the noose over her head before pausing on the edge. Next moment Taylor stepped off, the rope fixed so she swung clear of the platform. Her slow and painful strangulation begun, she danced wildly in the air.

Almost as soon as Taylor stepped off Sandy felt a slight movement in the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and an uncomfortable probing between her legs. It was a slow start, leaving her plenty of time to admire her daughter’s final dance. She was barely more than wincing, and that from a sandpapering of her pussy and colon, when Taylor pissed herself and hung still.

****

“Well done Susan!”

The cameras back on them, Double-Drop was holding the winner’s hand aloft.

Susan managed another smile, it had felt surprisingly good snuffing Juliet, she certainly hadn’t expected that. Something she wouldn’t have contemplated doing before, she made a point of lifting her right hand to triumphantly lick her opponents shit, still smeared over it.

“Would you like to celebrate on Juliet’s body before we show you your choices?”

She’d thought about this before and wasn’t going to take up the offer. Susan might have known that, in any game on the telethon, the winner  was traditionally expected to take a shit in their opponents face - if she still could – but she’d decided to maintain a little dignity. After that she planned to choose the fastest snuff on offer. When she’d met Juliet, and found out how alike they were, she’d suggested - and Juliet had agreed - whichever of them won, they’d give the celebrations a miss.

“I’d love to Bill. She looks ready for a face full of steaming turds.”

****

Many people missed Susan’s triumph, particularly those who liked a flutter. They’d switched channel to watch the continuous coverage of Sandy on the rack. She’d just been told there were more bets riding on her than any other woman yet.

“That’s brilliant!” Sandy managed to smile, even though there had just been a distinct pop as the first of her joints dislocated. “Although I reckon a lot of it’s down to the way my Taylor started me off.”

She looked proudly over to where her daughter’s svelte young body still swung.

“So how are you finding the little additions that Taylor arranged?”

“I’ll be honest, I’m hardly noticing the tit stretching yet, but then these udders of mine have taken a lot of abuse over the years.” Sandy told a new young woman, skirt cut almost to her chest, who was holding a microphone in front of her face. “That fucking machine’s bloody painful though, I think it’s already worn my arsehole away.”

****

“Beautiful crapping there Susan. I loved the way you used her nose to wipe yourself.” Bill turned serious, or as serious as he could ever manage when a camera was on him. “But now it’s the moment when you get to choose your own snuff. Let’s have a look down tonight’s list. Which one do you fancy.”

Susan turned from staring at what she’d done on Juliet’s face - had she really just voluntarily taken a shit in front of the whole country? - to focus on the list the big screen now displayed. There on the list was the guillotine - the snuff she’d planned. Susan had never understood why nearly every winner opted for something lingering and painful.

“I’ll go for the anal cone Bill. Get my arsehole spread even wider than Juliet’s.”

That drew a huge cheer from the studio audience. Susan, even though she was smiling, could hardly believe what she’d heard herself say. Had she really just asked to be winched slowly down onto a massive metal cone, driving into her bowels, its rapidly expanding girth splitting her open? She’d seen it used a couple of years ago, when the woman’s crotch had literally split apart after her pelvis cracked.

****

“I’d love to get a blowjob off your mum now, she looks ready for anything. I reckon we’d be talking some proper puking deep throat.”

“Eurgh dad! Do you have to?”

James ignored his daughter’s complaint, it was barely more than an automatic reaction anyway – the girl hadn’t even taken her eyes off the screen.

“Look at the way mum’s stepping up to the cone.” Chloe was giving a running commentary. Enthralled, she was barely even noticing the conversation around her. “I’d never have thought she’d volunteer to be snuffed so painfully, and now she’s positively rushing to be buggered until her ripping arsehole does for her.”

“I told you your mum‘d surprise you.” James couldn’t help reminding his daughters. “Of course it’s not being split open that’s actually going to do for her.”

Becca looked a little incredulous at this. “She’s about to have her twat ripped in two, and you’re saying that won’t actually snuff her?”

“That cone thing is well-designed.” her father answered, ignoring his daughters impatient look. “Do you see how it’s smooth on the top and then splays out faster and faster?”

“Yes, but surely that just means it’ll rip her open quicker.” Becca answered, annoyed. She always got a bit tense when her father lectured her, probably because he tended to be right.

Chloe had turned round to listen now. She had a little time, they were showing a montage of her mother and Juliet’s competition.

“It does, but that’s because they want your mother to feel herself being ripped open before she’s snuffed.”

“How is she going to be snuffed them?” Chloe chimed in, saving Becca from having to ask.

“Asphyxiation.” James smiled at the shocked looks on his daughter’s faces. He went on, putting them out of their misery, “That’s why the tip of the cone’s smooth, so that it won’t rupture her diaphragm. It’ll squash up everything inside her, making it harder and harder to breathe, until she can’t any more.”

“She’s actually going to be snuffed like the slow-hangers?!”

“Pretty much. She won’t be able to move her legs, but watch her hands, they should give us a final dance.”

“They’re back!” Chloe waved her sister and father’s attention back to the screen. “Mum’s about to say something.”

The image on the screen zoomed in on Susan’s face. The girls’ mouths fell open when their mother, who hadn’t wanted to be naked and abused, winked at the camera. She even broke into a smile as the studio audience cheered.

“Are you ready to see me split my beaver?!”

Her daughters were shocked, they had never seen this side to their mother, but then, neither had their mother. Even sitting at home they joined in enthusiastically with the studio audience’s chant of, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

James, sitting back a little, could see both his daughters as well as the action on the screen. He noticed, as Susan lowered herself onto the tip of the cone and let her ankles be chained, how Chloe’s hand pushed underneath the waistband of her jeans. Becca, caught up in the moment as well, hadn’t noticed what her little sister was doing. Neither of them saw James massaging his own crotch.

****

In the studio Susan soon felt the intense throb of flesh under extreme tension as her sphincter rapidly expanded to its absolute limit. After the destruction she’d inflicted on Juliet’s arse and guts this seemed like a fitting way to be snuffed. She’d never have believed before she could have carried on torturing another woman as her actions caused shrieks of agony, but she’d found it surprisingly easy to keep smiling, even while wrenching out the shit-smeared contents of Juliet’s stomach.

“Look at that tension folks! There’s a ring about to snap.”

That was Bill, whipping up the, already noisy, audience. Susan craned her head round. It wasn’t a surprise to see another close-up of her crotch on the big screen, her arsehole a thin white band around the massive intruder.

****

“She’s grabbed her nipple rings. It’s like she’s trying to rip her tits off!”

The last few minutes had held Susan’s family glued to the screen. She’d started off smiling and waving, occasionally giving little ‘oh’s’ first of surprise, then of discomfort, as her ring was jerked wider on the cone. It hadn’t been too long before the clowning stopped, around the time a close-up showed the first trickle of blood.

When Chloe commented on her mother’s wild tugging at her tits, Susan’s arsehole had long since gone. Now a white line of brutally stretched flesh was extending up her pussy like a Brasilian. James knew what was happening.

“She must already be having trouble breathing.” he explained to his daughters. “That’s the beauty of leaving her hands free. I wouldn’t be surprised pretty soon if she doesn’t rip her boobs to shreds trying to drag in some air.”

“Wow!” was all Chloe could find to say. She’d clearly gone beyond caring if anybody saw, and was openly squeezing one of her own little boobs through her thin T-shirt, keeping in time with her mother’s frantic clawings on the screen.

****

Chloe audibly came when her mother’s increasingly frantic grasping finally did rip a ring from her breast, nearly the whole nipple still attached. Susan barely noticed, continuing to desperately rend her abused flesh.

Susan might have thought that unable to breathe and shredding her own body was the peak of her torment. Then a crack and a horrible feeling of tearing between her legs crashed through her mangled body like an explosion. The ringing shock of agony in her ears almost drowned out the tremendous burst of appreciative noise from the audience. Susan knew, even without looking, that, just as predicted, her crotch had split open as her pelvis gave way.

****

“Gerroff Becca! That’s not funny.”

Intent on her mother’s, now lifeless, body on the screen. Chloe hadn’t noticed her older sister quietly moving around behind her as she continued to furiously massage her clit. When Becca had reached round, to grab Chloe’s tits and squeeze them hard, it had thrust her little sister over the edge again and she’d come loudly. Brought back to where she was, Chloe tried to hide her embarrassment with anger at sister.

“Admit it Cloth-Ears.” Becca teased her little sister. “You’re just a snuff-bunny waiting for its chance.”

“Dad!” wailed Chloe, trying to ignore the fact that her grinning sister’s insinuation was probably true. “Make her stop. It’s not funny.”

“Becca, stop goading your sister.” James answered, absentmindedly. “If Chloe wants to be a snuff-bunny you shouldn’t be teasing her about it.”

Both the sisters stopped at this, rather surprised. They’d not heard their father say anything like that before. James barely noticed their astonishment, he’d got something else on his mind.

****

While he hadn’t made a fuss about it, James really was proud his wife had been chosen to appear on the telethon, especially in such a starring role. The only downside for him was missing out on something he’d been looking forward to for years.

A lot of his friends and colleagues had had their wives called up. Most had been sent to his factory, it was the usual fate for women living locally. That was what he’d been hoping for Susan. The advantage of all the women being ground was that nobody really cared what condition the meat arrived in, so long as it was still live.

Normally wives, knowing where they were going, were happy to let their husbands get free with their bodies after the call-up papers arrived. For some the only limit seemed to be ‘don’t snuff me’. James had seen so many women over the years whose husbands appeared to have barely managed that. Just today a skinny brunette had arrived in a wheelchair, broken bones poking out through her skin and both breasts opened like figs. The company had even fitted a metal detector to the gutting line, using it to speed up the checking for any needles or skewers that had been left behind after heavy pre-snuff sessions.

It had been his sister-in-law’s call-up that had really made him look forward to Susan’s. His brother had counted down the time remaining by breaking one finger each day. On the day he got stuck at work he’d asked James to pop round and do it for him. Jenny, his sister-in-law, had looked surprised to see him, she’d been sitting on the sofa reading when he’d walked in.  When James explained why he was visiting she’d uncomplainingly held out a half-mangled hand for him to continue the work. After getting her breath back, Jenny had even joked how in a couple of days she’d have problems holding a book.

Then he’d seen Jenny at work a few days later. That was when, in idle contemplative moments, he’d started planning how to send his own wife off. His brother had been hard, broken fingers were the least of it. After years on the line he was pretty relaxed about the sights, but such a familiar form naked and battered had given him an instant hard-on. It was frowned on during working hours, but he’d rammed his cock into what remained of her cunt, imagining how Susan would feel as good.

****

Now that wouldn’t be happening. It didn’t help James either to think that, about this time, he’d have had a quickie with his wife, a taste of their heavy fuck-session when the telethon was over. He’d usually take Susan from behind, so he could come as another screaming woman was snuffed on the screen. Now his wife’s pussy was beyond use just as he was craving the chance to fuck to the sound of a woman whimpering in pain. It was okay though, he’d thought of something.

Standing up, he announced to his astonished girls, “I’m going out for a bit. Try not to snuff each other before I get back.”

Sitting in the pens at work there’d be several dozen women waiting to be processed in the morning. So long as he filed their paperwork no one would be bothered if he had a little fun with one or two tonight, and he did have a key to the plant. He knew of at least three other managers who popped in of an evening from time to time for a private little fuck and snuff session. James had seen a toned blonde in the holding room he reckoned would be perfect to choke as he sodomised her, particularly if he sliced open and salted her tits first.

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.