Chapter 6 – Friends

The senior competition was over. The last interval act, the perennially popular group Whipt, was being cleared from the stage. At last it was time for the final category, the new mother-daughter contest. Melody, Penny, Gina and Suzy all looked at each other nervously.

“Well, this is it.” quavered Penny, “Good luck everyone.”

“Oh good luck to you too, Penny.” Melody moved in to give her friend a big hug and a squeeze to her bottom. “And good luck to you too Suzy.”

In a rush of “good lucks” and “break a legs” from everyone, the last comment drawing out nervous grins, they moved to their positions at the side of the stage. Each mother and daughter pair, like nearly everyone around them, tightly holding hands to keep their nerves at bay.

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The first pair of contestants had just walked on stage when Penny turned to her mother in some alarm

“Mum!” she hissed, anxiously, “Where are the.. you know, for our..” she tried to discretely signal her bottom.

Suzy couldn't help grinning at her daughter's attempts to be discreet. "Penny, darling, it's a bit too late to be bashful. You've just noticed our arses aren't stuffed with a lovely pair of leather floggers, aren't you?"

Penny looked alarmed, had her mother changed their act without telling her? "Mum, what's happened to them, aren’t we using them?"

"Relax darling." Suzy soothed her daughter. "Nothing's changed. It's just one of the assistants said they'd be too light. He's gone to get a heavier pair with weighted ends from the stores. I think that’s him coming back now.”

Penny turned and breathed a sigh of relief. The man walking towards them was, indeed, carrying a pair of vicious-looking floggers.

“Do you need a hand getting them in?” he asked, helpfully, as he handed them over.

“It’s fine.” Suzy replied, a fun little idea to break the tension had occurred to her. “We’ll get our friends to give us a hand.”

The pair, floggers in hand, slipped a few places back in the line to where Gina and Melody were standing.

“Hi you two.” Suzy whispered. “Would you give us a hand getting these firmly embedded?”

“Where?” murmured Melody curiously, as she took one.

“Arseholes!” hissed Penny with a grin.

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The remains of the  fourth pair of contestants were being cleared from the stage. Suzy and her daughter Penny were having one final hug before they went out to give it their all. Melody and her mother, six places behind in the line at the side of the stage, managed to catch their friends’ eyes and give a quick thumbs up and smile

Mother and daughter advanced onto the brightly-lit stage, took a bow, then turned to face each other. They grabbed the other's upper arms, exchanged a brief smile, then bent over until their heads touched. Side-on to the audience, the floggers spraying out of their bottoms quivering in time with their nerves, they drew an unexpected round of applause before the performance had truly started.

From the wings on either side, two assistants walked out. Dressed head to toe in plain black leather, their faces covered and heavy gauntlets on their hands. Reaching the two shivering damsels, bent over and waiting, they grabbed the floggers and pulled them sharply out. With barely a pause they whirled them round and began striking hard.

In a couple of minutes, after as many strokes as there are had been seconds, the flogging was over. The smooth, tight skin of Penny's back and buttocks was now a maze of angry red welts. Her mother's skin was barely less disfigured. Both were shaking and gasping after this first onslaught.

The assistants prized mother and daughter apart, bent them over waist high bars, and used their cuffs to secure them,. Doubled over, their legs spread wide, the audience could see their faces between their ankles, streaked with make-up from tears already shed. The camera caught their buttocks clenching involuntarily as they braced for the next abuse.

Without removing their gauntlets, the leather clad duo pulled open the damaged buttocks, and began forcing fat leather fingers into pretty little rosebuds. Suzy's well used anus opened fairly easily at first, but Penny's almost virgin sphincter resisted, drawing gasps and whimpers from her as it was brutally forced apart. By the time whole fists were inside their bowels, both mother and daughter were visibly and audibly in pain, blood already running down Penny's thighs. The aides didn’t pause at these whimpers, but immediately began forcing deep into their guts. A scream from Penny, closely followed by one from her mother, brought a fresh round of appreciation from those watching.

After the gauntlets had been ripped out, leaving gaping bloody arseholes, mother and daughter were released and stood upright. After such an abusive fisting it was clear they could barely support themselves, and the assistants quickly moved to attach their left wrist cuffs to a pair of hooks that had descended. They then strapped two wicked little wire whips to their free right hands.

Before being lifted into the air, Suzy leaned over to whisper encouragement to her daughter. "Go hard darling. I'm going to get you screaming as I strip your skin off and you need to be doing the same to me. I know you can make my saggy old bottom just shredded muscle before we come down."

"Mum! You've got a lovely bottom." Penny whispered back. "I reckon taking your arse out will get us more votes than destroying mine."

Susie moved to whisper a response, but at that moment they were lifted into the air, and knew they needed to start lashing out. Their hours of practice, dangling from the garage beams at home, paid off with their accuracy, and their joint desire to win ensured they didn't hold back with their force. Spurred on by the chanting of the audience, in a frenzy of brutality, they lashed out at the other, not pausing even as their swinging bodies crashed together. Within a few seconds blood was flying and, by the time they were lowered again to the stage, neither Suzy's toned arse, nor Penny's cute little bottom, was recognisable. All that was left of either rear was a mangled and bloody mess. Unable to stand, they let their free wrists be fastened to the hooks, leaving them half dangling, feet on the stage floor.

With professional speed, the assistants locked the ankle cuffs to rings in the floor, and an unseen technician raised the ropes at their wrists, until both females were stretched taut and immovable, Their torturers disappeared briefly from the stage, when they returned an excited murmur ran through the audience, each was carrying an, already lit, acetylene torch.

Both Penny and Suzy visibly swallowed as the searing white flames approached them. They both had good reason, letting out steam-whistle screams as the torches were trained on their bellies. After only a few seconds the flames burnt through their backs, when the torches were pulled away an inch wide hole had been burnt right through their torsos. The assistants were well-trained, and they left just enough time for the foreknowledge of the pain to sink in before plying the flame on the other side of their victim's stomachs, drawing out a pair of howls at least as shrill as the last.

When the torches were shut off, and the assistants dropped down to release the ankles of the screaming duo, an impressive sight was left. Both of their bellies now sported a pair of smouldering holes through which, when the camera closed in, the backdrop to the set could be clearly seen.

Penny was moved to stand behind her mother, although it was clear from the strain in her arms that she was more dangling than standing. A close-up showed a wire being pushed through a hole in Penny's stomach before emerging from the matching one in her mother's. Another wire was pushed through the other set of holes and then both were tied tight round the rings over their belly buttons.

"This is it darling, are you ready?" Suzy whispered hoarsely to her daughter, her vocal chords half wrecked from screaming.

"I'm good mum." Penny managed to whimper back, shaking from the pain. "We're going to win, I can feel it."

After barely time for this brief exchange, they were once more lifted into the air, tied together like a brace of game. The leather clad assistants approached them once more, this time carrying heavy wooden bats covered with wicked metal studs.

The audience began a rhythmical stomp of encouragement as they realised what was happening. Dangling from a rope, about to be hit by masked figures carrying bats, the contestants were human piñatas.

Melody, watching enviously from the wings, remembered worrying if the studio assistants would be any good. Now, as she looked out at her friend, her already brutally violated body being macerated under a hail of blows, she relaxed, this pair knew their job. Some of the blows landed on their legs, and one had even broken Suzy's nose, but most were crashing into the tits, bellies and cunts of the howling pair.

The damage from the studded bats was impressive, many of the contestants waiting in the wings, including Melody and her mother, were cheering along with the audience. Their skin turned from flaming red to a bruised purple, then began to split under the constant pummelling. Suzy's right breast was the first to go, splitting open, it's meat splattering out. There was an extra loud cheer after the crack as Melody's pubic bone gave way, producing a torrent of urine as her bladder collapsed.

The fronts of Suzy and Penny were soon as bloody a mess as their arses, their tits empty shreds of skin, their stomachs, cunts and thighs reduced to strips of flesh. Both mother and daughter were now virtually silent, broken ribs had reduced them to gasping and moaning. Now the force of the bats was doubled, concentrated on the contestants' bellies. As fat and shredded muscle flew away, their guts were revealed.

When the TV picture moved in for a close-up of the abused bodies, everyone could see oddly swollen uteruses. An excited murmur ran through the crowd in anticipation of what would happen next. A pair of perfectly timed blows release the tension, the wombs burst like balloons, and a shower of sweets and small toys flew out, bringing the, now laughing, audience to its feet.

"How did they do that?" whispered Melody to her mother in the wings.

"Okay." holding up her hands in mock submission, her mother confessed. "I knew about that bit. Suzy needed a hand this morning with the injection to relax her cervix. I ended up spending quite some time with my hands up their cunts."

"Mummy," Melody giggled, "you said cunt."

"We're about to compete in a snuff contest." Gina replied calmly, unabashed, "I think it's too late to worry about coarse language." She grabbed her daughters pussy. "Anyway, you know what I'm about to do to this little cunt."

Mother and daughter exchanged a conspiratorial smile before turning back to see the action on the stage.

Their friends were now dangling limply above the stage, their bodies split open and broken like roadkill. Neither were doing more than gasp and whimper, but the agony that had been inflicted was written across their faces.

The tortured duo were lifted out of sight as a sheet of metal was wheeled on to the stage. Six feet high, it was held vertically in a frame, its top edge sharpened to a blade. When the assistants had retired there was a drum roll, and everybody held their breath. A dull clang, a last impossible scream, and mother and daughter fell, feet first, from the flies. The positioning was perfect, the blade passed smoothly between their legs. In unison the audience exhaled, satisfied, the blade had sliced perfectly through cunts, bellies and chests. The drop had been carefully planned to not have enough force to cut through skulls, so that their cleft bodies hung either side of the metal.

"Fuck yes!" shouted Melody from the wings, clapping and punching the air, if her mother was swearing she wasn't going to restrain her feelings. "That was bloody brilliant!"

The reverse guillotine was a hit. The cheering didn't subside until the stage had been swept for the next entry.

"I'm glad I'm not them." said Melody, nodding to a very nervous looking mother and daughter who were preparing to go on. “Imagine following that.”

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Both were glad they hadn't followed their friends. The next pair competing, while pretty good, had clearly been put off by Penny and Suzy's spectacular display. Most of the other competitors managed to recover their composure though.

The human conkers were good, swinging across the stage, their tits being slowly sliced by the thin wire nooses that bore their weight. Each time they crashed together the sharp spikes covering their costumes tore at the other's flesh. By the time the mother's boobs gave way, and she fell to a howling end on a spiked carpet that had been laid on the stage, her entire body was gouged and bloody. A sharp jerk on the daughter's wire finished her de-breasting, and she fell to the same fate as her mother.

One of the simplest, but remarkably effective, acts, was a team dressed as cowgirls. The daughter hung by her wrists in a paper-thin costume, her mother lowered herself onto a blunt spike to slowly impale. As she sank to her doom on the spike, the mother lashed out at the daughter with a razor embedded nine tailed whip, each stroke ripping handfuls of flesh away. By the time the mother was gone, her daughter's torso was little more than bone.

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.