Chapter Six - Unwrapping

Without another word Sammy climbed on the stage and faced her audience, arms upraised. Her father watched, mouth fallen open, as his wife climbed up to begin cuffing their still smiling daughter's wrists and ankles to chains in the ceiling and floor. In just a few seconds Sammy was locked in place, legs and arms spread wide.

Debbie produced a knife and looked to her husband, "Would you like to open your present, or watch it being opened for you?"

Still unable to speak, he managed to wave a hand at his wife to continue.

Standing behind her daughter, Debbie brought the hand holding the knife around in front of Sammy's face. Her face lit up in anticipation as she paused to whisper, "Right you pathetic slag of a daughter. Time to show off that ugly, fat body, I reckon everyone could do with a laugh."

It wasn't as if she hadn't been prepared, but her mother's voice still had its intended effect. The shock of these intentionally brutal words brought on the few tears, blurring out the sea of faces. There was an expectant silence from the guests as they all stared at Sammy, breathlessly waiting to see her completely degraded. Then there was a brief ripple of giggling, as she pointlessly tried to hide her sex by crossing her legs as her skirt was cut away.

The pretty young girl now stood, tethered and naked, before the assembled throng. The familiar faces somehow even worse than being exhibited before strangers. Legs spread uncomfortably wide, she could almost feel the intense stares burning her exposed pussy. The position had been chosen well, even her thick growth of pubes was no protection.

Debbie leaned in and whispered a few words of instruction to her shackled daughter. Then stood back to address her in a more penetrating voice, audible across the room.

"Tell your daddy a bit about yourself."

This wasn't going to be fun for her, but Sammy could see the enthusiastic look on her father's face. This was her moment.

Red-faced, she cried out, "I'm a fat whore, flashing my filthy virgin cunt. Treat me like the cheap piece of meat I am."

"Virgin cunt?!" her father actually clapped his hands together with delight. "Thank you Sammy, this is the best present ever."

She’d been released from her bonds, but, already so shamed, Sammy just stood there, not even trying to cover herself. Meanwhile, there was a brief flurry of activity on the stage behind her as a high stool was put in place.

"Time for a little family fun. Would this hussy's father and sister like to come up?"

Sammy's father positively charged up on stage, still dressed as he usually did for work. Eve, as she pushed through the audience, grinning wildly, was not in her everyday clothes. While the basque and stockings weren't that unusual - although usually hidden when around their parents - the large dildo strapped to her crotch was not standard attire.

As she was roughly turned around and bent over the stool, Sammy could see herself in the mirrors that had been uncovered along the back of the stage. Observing herself stark naked, with an expectant crowd all staring behind her, made her exposure that much worse.

Without a word, obviously in on the plan, Eve walked round to push the strap-on into her sister's face, now bent to a convenient height. With such an obvious move, even Sammy didn't need telling what to do, and she opened her mouth to admit the stiff rubber pole. Eve quickly grabbed the back of her head and forced Sammy’s head down hard on to the dildo. Choking and spluttering, Eve’s naked older sister gagged around it.

"About time you had the joys of a cock." Eve told her, getting into the spirit of the evening. "Let's see if I can make you puke."

Before that could happen, the girls’ mother stopped them, "Eve! No more playing with your sister, time you found out if she's a virgin everywhere."

Looking up into the mirror’s, Sammy could see Eve moving round behind her, the grin on her sister’s face now looking as though it might actually split it. Then she felt the head of the dildo push between her arse cheeks and come to rest against a tightly clenched sphincter. At this point that Sammy realised the ingenious cruelty of the mirrors. While everyone watched her virgin rectum take its first buggering, they would also see the shock and pain that was bound to be shown in her face.

Even lubricated with her sister's own mucus, Eve grunted with effort as she forced the hard rubber into the resisting arsehole. At last she succeeded, and over half a foot drove into her sister's bowels. Sammy shrieked for the first time, somehow managing to clung onto the stool. Trying to ignore the sight of everyone clapping and cheering, she let her untested body be violated.

The sodomy was short but severe. With a slap to her arse cheek, Eve pulled out and turned to the audience. Sammy nearly collapsed with shame when she heard her sister shout out, "How disgusting. The filthy whore's smeared her shit all over my strap-on."

Could it get worse? Yes it could. Sammy heard her Aunt Judy holler, "Get her to clean it."

Bizarrely, it seemed more worrying when her mother's response was, "Not just now. I think it's her father's turn. Let’s find out if she really is a true virgin."

The buggering, while pretty painful, wasn’t going to feel quite as shamefully intimate as the next bit would be, Sammy realised. At least her bottom had had things passing through it before, even if only in the other direction. Now her pussy was going to be broken open for the first time, and by her father!

Her public deflowering really was going to be a family occasion. A smirking Eve had knelt down to pull out her father's penis, and was now briskly sucking it to a rock-hard erection. Sammy looked on, impressed by her sister's lack of inhibition - and increasingly worried as her dad’s cock swelled to positively monstrous proportions.

Debbie got in on the family occasion, gently stroking her daughter's face as she said, as much for the benefit of the audience as Sammy, "Yes darling, your daddy's love-truncheon is huge. Still, I expect a desperate slapper like you will welcome it, even when it leaves you torn and bloody."

Taking this as a signal, her father pulled out of Eve's mouth and, beaming proudly, stepped up behind his eldest daughter and carefully positioned himself for the first thrust.

This was why she'd volunteered. Sammy raised her head up and looked up into the mirror, straight into her father's eyes as they were reflected in the glass, anxious he should see every flicker of pain as he despoiled her.

With the first thrust, the first howl, a cheer went up. It was hard, but Sammy kept her head up, seeing the ecstasy on her father’s face as he saw the hurt on hers from the damage he was doing as he pounded into her newly breached love-hole. The pain, as she was so brutally opened up, her maidenhead torn apart, was everything she'd expected. She hadn't realised, though, as the relentless pounding continued, the hurt she'd feel, deep inside, as her dad's massive cock left her guts bruised and broken.

Sammy’s father was looking so happy. It was an unexpected disappointment to her as he shuddered through an orgasm, finally pulling out of her broken twat. She even managed, as her moans subsided, a breathless, "Thanks dad."

Any sign of pleasure was a cue for Sammy’s mother. Debbie grabbed her daughter’s ponytail and yanked the girl’s head up hard, drawing a gasp of pain. Then she whispered angrily - for effect as she was heard around the room, "You worthless cunt. Thank your father properly for deigning to fuck your filthy carcass."

She wanted to put on a good show, but the humiliation was terrible, especially when a group of boys from her class chose this moment to start sniggering. Stumbling over her words, Sammy only managed to say, "Thank you daddy for fucking my worthless cunt."

"Wrong." responded her mother, giving a slap that pushed Sammy off the stool and onto the floor. "I think we should have something extra, to remind you to get things right."

Debbie turned to her husband, a happy little smile of reminiscence on her face. "Do you remember that club we went to on holiday in Burgh?"

Her husband nodded enthusiastically, memory putting a matching smile on his face.

"Do you fancy helping with a little re-creation?"

Her head still ringing from the slap, Sammy felt herself dragged until her bottom reach the edge of the stage. Then her legs were raised up and held apart. She winced as she felt a parental foot press down hard on each arm.

"Ladies and gentlemen." her mother announced. "A little impromptu audience participation. Who feels like having a go at fisting my skank of a daughter?"

Lots of people did. Sammy wasn't surprised by the eager queue of boys in her class, what did surprise was the way all her older female relatives were pushing the boys aside to get a first go. All she could do, trapped on the floor, was riddle and scream, as her, so recently virgin, pussy was repeatedly, brutally violated by a succession of thrusting hands. By the time it was over she knew her snatch was wrecked, she could feel the blood running between her legs.

"It's a good job you won't be needing that cunt again." Debbie was looking with exaggerated disdain between her daughter's legs. "All your insides must be torn, and I reckon those fingernails have ripped the lining apart."

No time for a respite, Sammy was dragged up, wincing, her back to the audience. Not that this helped much, she could still see all those eyes gawking at her in the mirrors

"Look at that fat, flabby backside. Let's get it sat down, before we all puke."

Confused and shamed, Sammy didn't even notice what she was sitting on. Debbie knew her daughter's bottom was the girl’s least favourite feature. She also knew it was probably Sammy’s best feature, how many boys must have wanked at the memory of the gorgeous peachy globes? Now she intended to provide an even better reason for them to jack off to its memory.

“Stay sitting and grab those handles. We'll soon get rid of that lard-arse."

Sammy grabbed the handles without thinking. It took the sound of a motor whirring into life before she looked to see what she was sitting on. To one side a great metal disc was spinning up, flat to the seat of the chair. Only as her mother started sliding it did she realise what she was looking at, a bacon slicer.

"Hold tight pig, or I'll just stab you now."

Sammy almost let go at this, the humiliation was so intense. But she wasn't that kind of girl, and clung on hard, forcing her rump into the path of the blade.

The audience watched in delight. Sammy's magnificent tits swung beautifully as she thrashed and shrieked. They were impressed as well by Harry she managed to hang on as slice after bloody slice was cut from her.

The noise of the motor stopped. Sammy sagged, not trying to move, she had to be too damaged after that to stand ever again anyway. Her mother was walking over to her. Just for a second Sammy expected to be congratulated for holding on so well. She wasn't.

"You dumb ugly sow." was her mother's piercing comment, swinging another jaw-breaking backhand across her daughter’s face. As Sammy slipped sideways, her fall was halted and she was yanked upright by her nipples, both held in a vice-like grip.

"So pathetically desperate you'll even hang on as your own arse is sliced off."

Sammy looked up into her mother's eyes, and received just the ghost of a wink in return. Somehow this just made things feel odder. Her mother had always been so gentle and playful.
Seeing that in the woman abusing her so successfully felt very weird.

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"Beg me to gut you like the rotten pig you are."

Strapped to a board, tilted just enough to leave her face visible to her audience, Sammy had seen the knife in her mother's hand. The sight had made her take one last look at her ample bosom. This was not what she'd expected to hear. Gutting! Was she going to be snuffed with her tits intact? But she'd volunteered. Now, however confusing, she needed to follow it through.

"Please gut me mummy." Sammy thought she'd finished, but another backhand told her she was wrong. She forced out the rest of the line, "Like the rotten little pig that I am."

"Squeal then, piggy."

She did squeal and and then she squealed again, but louder. With exquisite slowness Debbie eased the knife into the soft young flesh of her daughter’s midriff. With unhurried care she drew it across the width of the pristine white skin, leaving a scarlet line behind it. Held securely, Sammy could barely thrash in her agony.

"Look how disgusting you are, you putrid tramp."

Now her mother was digging into her lacerated stomach, wrenching out handfuls of her own intestines to shake in her face, before dropping them casually to the floor. Then the knife was back, this time with a blowtorch, slicing and cauterising her guts.

The audience was standing, transfixed and gasping, at the skill being displayed. Sammy might be too tormented to realise, but they could see what was happening. In a few short moments the young girl’s belly was just a burnt empty cavity. It was hard for the keening girl to understand how she was still alive. Her eventual fate might be sealed beyond all hope, but she was destined to be her mother's degraded plaything for quite some time yet.

Debbie whistle cheerfully as she roughly sewed her daughter shut. Then she tilted the girl flat before straightening up to look round the room, searching for what she needed next.

"Get up here Eve. Let's see if you've got something for your sister."

Eve positively bounded back up onto the stage, her happy grin not a good sign in Sammy's eyes. She'd rid herself of the strap-on, but didn't seem to have found anything to replace it. There was still a reminder of a cock in her crotch, the cheeky tramp had shaved her pubes into the shape of one, its balls surrounding a clit so engorged its tip poked above the hair.

Debbie bent down until her eldest daughter could feel warm breath on her cheek.

"Right, slut! Your sister is going to very kind and feed you with the only thing a whore like you deserves. Make sure you eat it all, or I'll just throw you on the garbage heap now."

She didn't think her mother meant it, but she wasn't about to take the chance. Whatever it was, she was determined eat it all. When Eve stood over her and squatted down, Sammy realised with disgust what the 'food' would be, but still opened her mouth wide, to the delight of everyone watching.

Eve showed no shame. Back to the audience, she spread her cheeks wide so everyone could see her puckered hole expand as the turd pushed out.

Giggling, as it landed in her sister's mouth, she whispered to Sammy, "Nothing but fish and pork for two days, that should be properly stinky."

Rolling her eyes up at the stench, Eve had definitely been right, she could see the front row filled with the sniggering faces of her schoolmates. At side of the stage, watching intently, was Miss Corby. Sammy’s humiliation felt complete, her idol was seeing her gag on her own sister’s shit for the entertainment of these laughing teenagers.

It was hard, but Sammy managed to force down the last of Eve's putrid offering. Repeated retching brought an additional agony, as the severed end of her food-pipe twisted and tore against her diaphragm. If she’d still had a stomach, Sammy was sure she’d have vomited it empty by now.

Then, to her horror, her mother announced, "Anyone else for a turn?"

Arsehole after stinking arsehole had been pushed into her face. Some behind dicks, some behind muffs, all delivering their foul contents into her mouth. Fat Jason from school had been particularly bad, her grandma's decaying arse even worse. Even when the last stinking mouthful had been swallowed, Sammy still at the thought of what she now contained. Painfully lifting her head a little, she could see her bloated belly rising above oddly still undamaged tits, the stitches in it stretched. That warm full feeling was, not her own organs, but the rotten contents of uncounted bowels.

Caught up in her own wretched condition, Sammy didn’t notice another straining hole until its shadow fell across her face. She looked up to see an opening sphincter behind a pussy so moist it was actually dripping. Sammy had tried to avoid looking at faces as the constant succession of arseholes descended on her, but now she couldn’t help twisting to see who found demeaning her so very exciting. It seemed unbelievable, she was staring up at Alicia! Her friend's face was trying to look awkward, but the glow of pleasure kept breaking through. This was her best friend getting off on shitting into her mouth!

"Mmph nme nwf?" Sammy complained, her mouth stuffed full of dung.

Sammy found her friend’s reply oddly cheerful, given how disgustingly she was being treated by her. Alicia might usually have got the sense of Sammy's muffled utterance, but was now far too charged to sympathise.

"This is just so exciting, Sam." she chattered happily, as though they'd met up for a gossip on the way home. "I've been thinking about this show ever since you told me, and it’s still managed to be even more extreme than I could imagine. It's weird, but knowing how much you hate all this is driving me wild"

Her bowels emptied, Alicia casually stood up and stepped away, leaving her friend to force down the last of their foetid contents. As her mother left the stage, Sammy saw the woman smile at Alicia and pull her in for a hug. Had her mother arranged for everyone she liked to publicly humiliate her? For Sammy, who'd never experienced the pleasure of watching a snuff show, it felt strange that her mental agony was pleasing a crowded roomful of people.

Alicia's was definitely the last sphincter to disgorged its contents. Feeding time over, Sammy's mother strolled back into the centre of the stage.

"Thank you everyone. Let's just hope Sammy's greed is satisfied, she's certainly looking fat enough now."

"If you ask me, that girl is full of shit." some wit cried out from the back, generating a ripple of laughter. Another ignominy, almost driving out the stench that clogged her nostrils.

"You could be right." Debbie responded. "The little pigs been gobbling away like a pro. Let's hang her up and take a look. Then I've an idea for another fun game we can all play."

For a moment Sammy almost hoped hanging her up would be by the neck, even if it did cut short her performance. Then she realised another fun game with her would hardly be much fun if she’d already been snuffed. Seeing a pair of thick iron hooks in her mother's hands, she knew she was right.

Her mother’s question sounded so innocent, "Shall we have a fun game then, Sammy?”

Sammy didn’t know what was coming, just it would hurt and humiliate. She nodded her head.

“Just hold out your boobies for me, there’s a love.”

Sammy cupped her hands around her boobs and pushed them out. Looking down at the smooth, soft mounds rising above her distorted and torn stomach, they looked so perfect.

“Are you a dumb cunt Sammy?”

A nod.

“Would you like me to hang you by those big boobies?”

She could see the excited faces peering at her. Sammy forced out another nod.

Her nails drew blood from her tits as she clung tightly to them, impelling them into the path of her mother's torment. Her mother drew blood from them too, as she drove the solid iron right into the core of each mammary.

It seemed almost impossible, as she was lifted into the air, that her breasts weren't just torn right off. Obscenely stretched upwards in front of her face, she could see the pale skin stretched drum-tight and her tit meat being squeezed out of the gash where the hook passed through. Sammy gasped and grunted in pain, her hands struggling for purchase on the greased chain that ran to the ceiling.

"Stop trying to avoid your suffering, you worthless little shit!" her mother's words were accompanied by a crashing pain in her shins, sending her swinging. That made her scream even louder as she felt, and saw, her tits rip open a little more.

"Get your hands behind your back!"

She desperately wanted to grab at the chain, try and relieve the unnatural strain that was ripping at her torso. She didn't, she forced her hands behind her back, fists balled tight to control herself. It really was a relief when she felt the handcuffs close over her wrists.

"Okay everyone." Debbie was addressing the audience again, "Another chance for you all to join in. A little game called ' Pin the Weight '. Eve's got the box of weights, one each. The last person to pin one before dumbo's flabby tits rip gets a bottle of champagne."

One of her cousins won. Sammy’s tits had stretched so far she could nearly touch the floor anyway, breasts wrenched open as the hooks had ripped so slowly through them. There was a snap, then thick wet slapping as slices of torn flesh, released from their immense tension, hit her with quite some force. For a moment she balanced silently upright, but there were no muscles left for support and she collapsed howling on the floor.

“Get those weights off your sister would you. Eve. We need to pick the lazy slag up. The fat cow’s heavy enough without adding to it.”

Eve  took to pulling the weights free with a brutal carelessness, ripping out the thin hooks with abandon. By the time she was done her sister’s legs were a mass of nasty little cuts. Really getting into it, as she’d helped drag Sammy up and tie her onto a chair, Eve had taken the opportunity to spit in her sister’s eye. Given Sammy’s face was still smeared with every shade of shit, it shouldn't have been that bad, but, somehow, this intimate and clearly impromptu gesture from her sister felt particularly demeaning.

Now her mother turned to 'chat' with the audience. "This cunt's so stupid she wants pleasuring even now. Let's get her secret teenage crush to do the honours."

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.