Chapter 7 – Family

Gina and Melody stood alone in the wings, the last act of the evening. Both trembling a little, but reassured by the other's hand clasped tightly in theirs. As they waited a technician approached, and signalled four ropes with hooks on the end to be lowered to them.

"I hope you can keep quiet ladies." the technician whispered to them. "A scream now would rather dampen your entrance."

"Don't worry." Gina joked. "My entrance is pretty damp already."

"Mother!"

"Snuff contest, remember?" Gina reminded her. "If I want to admit to feeling turned on I think I can. Anyway, isn't your pussy a little damp?"

Melody realised she might as well 'fess up, "Okay, it's dripping. I know I've always looked forward to this, but I didn't realise quite how excited it'd make me."

"Come on then ladies, bend over. And try to keep still." the technician got down to business. "If I don't get these deep enough they'll just rip through, and then you’ll be splatting on the stage. I reckon none of us want that, we haven’t had a zero score for a while now."

“Bugger that! Get them in deep.”

Mother and daughter knelt down and bent over, clenching their jaws hard to avoid screaming as the hooks were forced through the fat and muscle of their arses, one in each cheek.

"Ready to go." the technician told them, giving an, entirely unnecessary, slap to their captive rears. He signalled to an operator to start lifting them up.

Twenty foot up in the air, they slackened their jaws and panted a little, a brief pause giving them a little respite. There was time for one final kiss before they flew sideways out onto the stage to a round of applause.

Gina landed, elbows and knees on the stage. Melody flew in behind her to, quite gently, pull the hooks out of her arse, leaving her free. She was then flown a little forward to stand, a little unbalanced, in front of her mother. Leaving Gina free to pull the hooks, somewhat less gently, from her own behind.

"Okay mum I get it." Melody hissed, after her sudden yelp of pain, "Full on, or nothing."

She turned, grabbed her smiling mother by the hair, and dragged her backwards over a bench, before locking her hands to cuffs beneath it. Another second’s work and her mother’s legs were spread uncomfortably wide and locked in place as well, leaving her cunt and arsehole, with their ring of soft red hair, exposed to the world.

Melody cradled her mother’s pliant mammaries in her hands and turned to the audience. "Shall I breastfeed?"

A whoop went up from the audience. She turned back to her mother, registered an almost imperceptible nod, and descended on the breasts that had suckled her, teeth barred. With impressive viciousness, she tore and chewed, lacerating Gina's bust to the accompaniment of her howls of pain.

Practice makes perfect. In a brief handful of minutes, Melody had reduced Gina's well-formed boobs to shredded fat and skin, their contents scattered around. A quick slap across her keening mothers face, and she turned to face the audience once more, a metal dildo in her hand, covered in wicked half-inch spikes, it's polished surfaces glittering in the lights.

The audience cheered, a good pussy reaming was always a vote winner. Delightfully slowly, Melody forced all eight lacerating inches into her mother's expose gash, pausing to let the first trickle of blood to seep out.

“Hope you’re ready mum.” Melody murmured in a low voice. “I can’t believe I’m finally here and about to shred your cunt.”

“Fast and hard darling.” Gina managed to slip through clenched teeth, “We won’t win if I don’t howl.”

Melody ripped the dildo, and a quarter pound of shredded flesh, out of her mother’s snatch, before thrusting the blood soaked toy back in to its hilt. The sounds she tore from Gina as her sex was ripped apart were everything they could have hoped for. After barely half a dozen strokes, there was not enough left of Gina’s cunt to provide resistance even to the spikes. Her pussy reduced to a bloody chamber between her legs.

“Right.” panted Gina. “Release me and I’ll rip your tight little snatch apart.”

Melody grinned at her mother, this was her moment to shine. Abusing was good fun, but she’d always wanted to star herself. With alacrity she freed Gina’s ankles and wrists from their restraints, and helped raise her damaged body from the bench.

Melody slipped off her corset with well-practised hands. Gina shuffled painfully over to the chair that Melody clambered into, blood still running from her macerated tits and cunt. Melody had already positioned her feet in the stirrups, and in a few seconds she was firmly strapped in, arms and legs secure, her own intimate parts now on full display.

"Let's see what I can do with this little cunt then." murmured Gina, even managing half a grin, despite the pain from her abused body.

"Cunt it is then mum." Melody snickered, then loud enough for everyone to hear, "Open my cunt mummy and make me a star!"

Gina grabbed something like an industrial speculum, four-bladed and with an oversized ratchet. She began pushing and twisting to force it into her daughters tight pussy. Melody grunted with discomfort, even this was stretching her little used snatch more than was pleasant. As Gina began turning the ratchet, the blades now in the teenagers sex to the hilt, Melody's grunts turned to whimpers and gasps.

The silence from those watching was intense. A gaping chasm was appearing between the wailing redhead's legs as Gina steadily turned the ratchet, pushing the blades further and further apart. Soon the tortured girl was howling, the horribly overstretched walls of her pussy being crushed into the bone of her pelvis. A crack, and an ear-splitting scream, announced the moment her pelvic bone gave way. When Gina finally released the speculum and pulled it out, her daughter's cunt remained wide enough for a fist, torn so badly it would never recover.

While the audience was still clapping, Gina signalled to the flies and a pair of razor-sharp hooks descended on the end of a steel cable. She delicately grasped her girl's nipple and pulled at the young breast until it was drawn out taut. Looking straight into her daughter's eyes, she grabbed a hook and jammed it through the base of the stretched tit, smiling at the reaction. With barely a pause, she grabbed the remaining wicked hook and ripped it through Melody's other, unblemished breast.

"Darling, I have a confession." whispered Gina, as she bent over to kiss her whimpering daughter. "I've been really looking forward to the next bit, seeing that lovely smooth belly of yours hard and swollen."

"Fucking hell mum." Melody breathed back. "If you'd told me we could have tried it out in practice."

"We couldn't, this is going to ruin your sweet young skin."

Melody, tied fast to the chair, watched as her mother picked up a high-pressure hose and began feeding its deep into her arse. When over three foot had disappeared, the water was turned on. Within seconds the girl’s flat stomach had begun to swell, and her face was showing signs of discomfort. The water was only turned off when her belly was swollen like an outsize football, her face screwed up in pain, and her breathing fast and shallow.

"Welcome to pregnancy dear." Gina gave her daughter a sly smile. "You know, we should have actually got you knocked up for this."

"Don't be silly mum." panted Melody, even now clear about their performance. "That would ruin the ending. Anyway, I want you eating shit."

Those were the last words Melody got to utter. With their little shared moment of fun over, they focused again to provide what they hoped would be a winning finale. Another hose descended from the flies and Gina forced it down her daughters throat to her stomach, before locking it in place with clips driven through the girl’s abused cheeks.

Gina reached over and released the straps holding her, now bizarrely distorted, daughter to the chair. Grossly swollen, pelvis broken, racked with pain, and unable even to scream, Melody couldn’t now rise even if she wanted too.

There was a ripple of excitement as Gina held up a tube of FastLok, a super-strong adhesive. Glue, while not unheard of, was a pretty rare tool in a snuff contest. With exaggerated care, she parted the cheeks of Melody's bottom and liberally spread the paste around her puckered hole.

“Okay darling, I’m latching on.” Gina murmured. “Don’t forget, hold on as long as you can before feeding me.”

Melody planned to do her best. But with her breathing becoming ever more strained, and pain running through her body, she wasn’t sure how long she could keep her arsehole shut.

Gina positioned herself carefully before pressing her wide open mouth against her daughter's sphincter, knowing a mistake now would ruin the whole performance. She didn't miss, and in a few seconds her lips were glued tight around Melody's rosebud. The winch slowly began to rise, pulling Melody up by the hooks through her tits, only stopping when Gina was also clear of the floor.

Ingenuity was always a big hit with the audience and they were showing their appreciation for the amazing scene before them. Melody, hung from tender young breasts stretched taut and thin, the weight already starting to rip the hooks through her flesh, her belly full and tight, like a woman desperate to give birth. Dangling between her legs, the skin on her face distorted as though it was about to tear off, was her mother. Their battered bodies so different from the smooth, unblemished pair who had so recently flown out onto the stage.

Gina was thrashing about, her legs kicking wildly. The pain, as the skin of her face bore her entire weight, must have been immense, but the only sound she could make was a muffled nasal whine. Melody, unable to scream either, was struggling too, the added pain, as her mother ripped at her arse, was making holding her enema very difficult. A look of positive relief crossed her face as she finally let go, filling her mother's mouth with the cesspit contents of her bowels.

Jerking ever more wildly, Gina struggled, drowning in the shit laden water from her own daughter's arse that was blocking all her airways. With perfect timing, the camera moved in to capture the moment her torso sagged, drawing the putrid liquid into her lungs. Her struggles grew fainter, a thin dribble of piss showing when the end was reached.

Melody hung above the stage, gasping for air herself. Her tits, stretched almost a foot long, were bloody and nearly torn through. Her emptied belly was saggy and stretch-marked. Between her legs, hanging like a bizarre abortion, were the abused remains of her dead mother.

The audience might have guessed what was coming next, but they didn’t show any less appreciation. Melody’s already ruined belly began to swell again. The hose into her stomach had been turned on.

No-one was in any doubt when Melody’s stomach burst. Her belly had already swollen nearly to the size it had reached with the enema by then. As the acid burned through her guts her whole body became violently animated, kicking and thrashing wildly. The sudden savage movements finally tore her mother’s body from her, ripping away a good chunk of her arse, still glued to Gina’s lips, and leaving Melody herself hanging from one remaining breast.

Having been blown up again like a balloon, the sudden release, as a large exit was torn from Melody, had a dramatic effect. Shit, guts, blood and water streamed from the tortured girl, splashing and splattering over her mother’s mutilated corpse as it fell on the stage beneath her. As her bowels were ripped from her, her body gave up the struggle too, and she hung limp. This perfect little tableau had the audience on its feet for the last time that night.

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As the curtain fell on the last interval act of the evening, the MC, Madeline, moved smartly out to the centre of the stage for the final time. She was now dressed in a figure-hugging red ball gown. Cut to the waist, the thin material billowing around her, showing off her toned legs and just a hint of more.

“This has been a great new addition to the contest I think you’ll agree. Tonight’s mother and daughter teams have really done us proud.”

She paused to let the audience quieten a little. “Well this has been the closest vote we’ve ever had, but I won’t hold you in suspense. By the narrowest margin we’ve seen in 34 years, the first ever winners of the mother-daughter team event are Gina and Melody Williams from right here in Bearton!”

An enormous cheer went up from the audience, delighted one of the local teams had won.

“And their nominated prize-winner is Gina’s husband and Melody’s father Arthur - Arthur, come on out here.”

A pair of women, one older, the other still a teenager, dressed in matching velvet ball gowns, guided Arthur out to the centre of the stage between them. Dazed, but beaming and proud, Arthur blinked under the bright studio lights. 

“Well, Arthur, how are you feeling?”

“Just really pleased Maddy. I knew they were something special, but tonight Melody and Gina really gave it their all. They really deserved to win and I’m just so glad that they did.”

“So am I, Arthur.”

An assistant, naked and painted gold, walked on stage holding a large, heavily decorated, silver cup.

“Arthur. It gives me great pleasure to present you with this new trophy for the mother and daughter competition. Already engraved with Gina and Melody’s names as the first ever winners.”

Arthur lifted the cup high to the cheers of the audience.

“Thank you. This is going in pride of place on my mantelpiece.”

“That’s not all Arthur. As the nominated prize-winner for this new category we have something extra-special for you. You’ll be getting your own mother and daughter team to demonstrate your skills on.” Madeline paused a moment to let the shock and delight of this news pass across Arthur’s face before asking him, “Any idea what you’ll do with them?”

“After all the inspirational stuff I’ve seen tonight it’s hard to decide, but some tit hanging will definitely be involved - Melody looked superb with her boobs stretched like that.”

A little gasp, half fear, half excitement, made Arthur’s head swivel to look at the pretty teenager still holding his left arm.

“Yes, Arthur, from the look on your face I think you’ve guessed. Those two beauties on your arms are Eloise and Mona, the mother and daughter team who have been selected as the star prize for tonight.”

“Wow Maddy! This is amazing! Thank you all so much.”

“Well I just hope you let us here at National Broadcasting come along to see what you do with your prizes.”

With assurances that he would, Arthur, his chest swollen with pride and a huge grin on his face, holding one trophy, was guided back off stage by his other trophies. Madeline turned to address the cheering audience for one last time.

“Thank you everyone for coming tonight and giving all our contestants a big send-off. Thank you everyone at home for watching, I hope you had as good a time as we did here in the studio. And, most importantly, thank you to all our contestants, your skill and imagination never fails to impress me.”

The clapping, cheering and hollering, which had been building through these words, overwhelmed all other noise. It wasn’t until it had died a little that the MC was able to give her parting lines.

"Finally, don't forget all you necro lovers, the charity auction for the contestants' bodies starts at 10 sharp tomorrow. If you like your meat cold you don't want to miss it! Thank you everyone and good night!"

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.