Chapter Seven - Crushed with a Crush

How did she know, thought Sammy. It was Miss Corby approaching and parting her legs! Even in her agony, she cringed as her secret fantasy was played out in front of a laughing crowd. She tried to resist as she felt a tongue probing her clitoris, but her body betrayed her.

The orgasmic wave of pleasure hit like a train, and vanished even faster, letting the pain and sounds of hurtful laughter flood back in.

"See, she's such a slut she still wants a fuck even now. A little correction from her teacher I think Miss Corby."

Her teacher's beautiful face rose into her view, blood and mucus dribbling from chin, with a wicked little smile playing across it. So like Sammy’s fantasy the confused girl half expected a kiss from those damp lips. Staring into Miss Corby’s eyes, Sammy didn't even notice the fist until it connected with her jaw, sending her head flying sideways.

Everyone must have seen her face change from hope to shock. A gale of laughter swept round the room. She knew it was silly of her to have expected anything else, but Miss Corby had always been so nice and friendly. This was the first person who had given her an orgasm.

Now Miss Corby was leaning in to whisper to her, and not a stage one this time. It was a genuinely intimate moment between the two of them.

"I know you're hurt Sammy. You wouldn't believe the pleasure that's giving me. I'm going to be wanking myself stupid tonight over the thought of how I smashed your sweet young face to pulp."

Somehow, that made it better. She almost managed to ignore the bursts of derisive laughter as she lifted up her face and let her idol beat it bloody, bruised, and almost unrecognisable. She might have been a snivelling mess, but she couldn’t resist.

Her mother and sister were coming back, both carrying bolt-cutters. It was Eve, with a wicked little grin, who let her know what was coming next.

"Mum says no more nasty self-pleasuring for you. Not like you used to, thinking of Miss Corby. So we're going to take those naughty little fingers off."

Despite her battering, she was stung by the sniggers from the audience. Whatever Sammy's muffled response was though, made unintelligible by a swollen and bloody mouth, it was lost in her wails as her hands were methodically denuded. Her body hadn't tried to resist the mutilation, she wasn't sure it had the strength left.

Given no time to recover, her severed fingers left where they had fallen, Sammy was dragged upright, still howling in pain. Debbie and Eve showed no mercy to the suffering girl as they roughly clamped her back into the restraints where her torture had begun in.

It was a very different girl who now hung in the chains from the sweet young thing who had so willingly stood in them barely two hours before. She couldn't stand now, the destruction of her arse had ensured that. Her smooth, plump flesh had been nearly perfect, now it was utterly desecrated. An ugly line of stitching ran across her bloated belly. Her glorious, tender breasts had been ripped into dangling shreds, her delicate fingers reduced to a set of bloody stumps. Then her face, swollen, bruised and bloody, eyes black and teeth missing, was a testament to the sustained viciousness of Miss Corby's attack.

"Miss Corby, if you'd like to come up here. You look like you need to cum, and I think somebody here is longing to help you."

Sammy was confused, but hopeful. How was she going to take this woman to ecstasy? Her tongue was swollen inside her mouth, she didn't have fingers left to search out the hallowed ground between those milk-white thighs. She could only look on in wonder, desperate not to let her physical torment overwhelm her.

Miss Corby was wearing a little black dress, the perfect accompaniment to her waves of long blonde hair and pale skin. There was more than one whistle as she slipped it off to reveal nothing underneath. Even in her near-destroyed state, Sammy practically drooled at the site. The slim, well-toned, body, the pert little bum, the trim blond patch on her crotch and just a perfect handful for each breast.

Now that full mouth, with its succulent moist lips, uttered words that stabbed into Sammy like another knife, "Come here Eve, you lovely girl. Let's take each other to ecstasy as your fat skank of a sister gets to watch."

Damaged beyond hope of repair, Sammy hadn't taken in the events playing out on the stage around her, but her audience had. There'd been tension as they saw hope rise in her, now they cracked, clapping and laughing, as dejection dropped onto her.

Eve, her boots the only clothing left, practically leapt at the lovely naked blonde, and Miss Corby opened wide to the girl's lunging advances. In no time they were twisting tongues together as frantic hands played the other's sexual organ.

Sammy was lost in her own world, her body ringing with the abuses it had been subjected to. Now the body she had dreamed of arousing was shagging in front of her, and with her own sister, making the tormented and crippled girl desperate. Sammy struggled as best she could in her chains, searching for some friction on her clit.

She barely noticed the delighted reaction of her audience to her futile twisting, she didn’t really take in anything until her mother’s voice roared in her ear.

“Trying to get pleasure for yourself!? You selfish cow!”

She stopped writhing, partly from shock, but mostly from shame. After all, She was meant to be giving, not receiving.

Her mother carried on, a little more quietly, grabbing the snips as she did so. “I think we forgot to take one more useless bit.”

As the snips pushed between her thighs, probing into her sex, Sammy, almost involuntarily pushed herself onto them. Shamed by her actions, she sought to bring more pleasure to her audience by having her own source of pleasure sliced out.

She succeeded beyond her hopes. Debbie cut so slowly into her daughter’s clit, almost nerve by nerve. Sammy had not felt pain like it, even gutting had not been so severe. She screamed, bucked and twisted, but the steady, slicing pressure was relentless. By the end of the second snip, as the bloody nub fell to the floor, she had no voice left to scream with.

Red-faced and panting, wildly excited herself, Debbie sought out her husband. She smiled with relief when she spied him, an ecstatic look on his face and a substantial bulge in his groin. She reached out to pull him back onto the stage.

Debbie released a single fastening, and the heavy velvet of her skirt dropped smoothly down her legs. She stood, facing the audience, her torso still decently covered, but from the waist down just a latticework of utterly revealing fishnet, her pussy not even having this pretence of a covering. She stood for a moment, to bask in the compliments and odd whistle that erupted.

"Come on love." she encouraged, unnecessarily. "Time for you to experience a real woman as this diseased slapper breathes her last."

As her husband came up, his generous male appendage now hard as granite, she turned and bent over a little, casually resting her fingers round Sammy's neck.

This final tableau was a sight to lighten the heart of even the most jaded watcher. On the left, in profile, Sammy's father, thrusting in and out hard. Next to him, bent over in profile too, Sammy’s mother, one end dressed full-slut, it's pussy getting thrashed, the other end happy and prim, its hands reaching out to gently start squeezing. Connected to these hands, face on to the audience, Sammy, broken, bloated, bloody and torn, tormented beyond screaming, but still keeping up a show no one, least of all her father, would forget. Finally, on the right, Sammy's sister and teacher, lost in ecstatic exploration of each other's body.

No words now came from the stage, and not many from the spellbound audience. There was plenty of noise from the performers though. Struggling gasps from Sammy, as the fingers round her throat grew tighter, her face skilfully twisted to ensure she caught the sapphic sport at her side. Grunts from her father, as he pistoned harder and harder into his wife. Moans of increasing arousal from every performing female who expected to survive.

With the skill born of much practice, Debbie came as her daughter went. Her crushing grip snuffing Sammy at the exact moment her pussy contracted hard around its bloated intruder, drawing a hot stream of cum into its welcoming embrace.

As they left, everyone agreed it had been the perfect ending. Debbie’s diabolical mind had not only provided her daughter with hours of suffering, but had also created for the star a last humiliating sight, her little sister getting to live out the fantasy Sammy had wanted for herself.

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.