Chapter Two - A Little Party

Amy felt so nervous as she prepared the snacks for the party that evening, far more nervous than she was feeling about her impending snuff. She couldn’t believe she’d let Alex twist her desperation to be fucked into agreeing to tonight - if she had agreed to tonight, she still wasn’t quite sure. That didn’t matter now, everyone would be turning up shortly and she’d have to go through with it. That’s why Amy was rushing round the kitchen in her dressing gown, as she got the girls to help her prepare plates of little nibbles.

“Where d’you want these pastry things?” asked Mia.

“Just stick them on the table with all the other savoury stuff. Then, when these biscuits come out of the oven, you can pop them on the table as well and we’ll be done.”

“They don’t half look like nipples.” commented Haley, as she took the plate from her sister. “I’m going to pretend they’re Mummy’s nipples as I bite into them. Have you seen how swollen they’ve become since she got knocked up?”

“I know.” agreed Mia. “They’ll be a good mouthful for somebody.”

“There’ll be no biting my nipples, or any other part of me, tonight.” Amy made clear, cutting short her daughters’ interested speculation. “You know daddy doesn’t want me damaged now, at least nothing permanent.”

“What is tonight for then?” Haley asked, her face dropping. “What’s going to be happening if no one’s hurting you?”

“It’s just a few friends of daddy’s that he’s invited over to screw me.” Amy answered, trying to sound more cheerful about it than she felt. “I’m not saying I won’t be sore and bruised by the end of the evening, but tonight isn’t about crippling me. We don’t want this baby coming out early.”

“So none of our friends are coming?”

“Of course not darling. It’s just a night for grown-ups.”

“But what about Jess…?” Mia started to ask - Jess was Mia’s best friend from school.

Amy didn’t wait for the end of the sentence, she’d been surprised that Mia hadn’t asked if Jess could come to the party before. She bustled the girls out of the kitchen, talking all the way.

“It’s far too late to invite Jess over now, even if I thought her mother would let her come. I need to get dressed and, anyway, as soon as you finish the table you need to be getting dressed too, our guests will be arriving soon.”

Her stream of words prevented Mia saying anything more about Jess. Finally, as Amy headed up the stairs, she added, “And don’t forget to take those biscuits out of the oven in five minutes.”

With that Amy disappeared quickly upstairs, anxious to get away before Mia could start pestering her into changing her mind, she really didn’t want any more people seeing her being used this evening. Feeling that she’d dodged a bullet, Amy disappeared into her bedroom.

****

When she heard the doorbell ring, Amy nervously appeared from her bedroom again, dressed now for the evening. It wasn’t what she’d have chosen to wear to a party, not even one where she expected to be used as a fuck-slut until all her holes dripped with cum. On the other hand, she couldn’t see how things could possibly get more embarrassing, so she’d gone along with Alex’s suggestion for suitable attire. That’s why her tight little top, with a gauze panel across her tits, had the words ‘Three Hole Whore’ stretched over her swollen belly, and why, on the stockings that were pushed into high stiletto heels, the line ‘Rampant Cocks This Way’ ran up the back of her legs, finishing with arrows that pointed to her arse. Compared with those items the skimpy miniskirt - balancing precariously under her bump - and almost invisible knickers seemed quite decorous.

Alex was already out of his study and answering the doorbell. So Amy, wishing she wasn’t so curious, half-hid her exposed body behind her husband and peered round him to find out which of his friends was their first guest for the night.

“Hi George. Come on in.”

That could be worse, but it was going to be a embarrassing. She’d known George’s wife, Laura, for years - she and Laura were both on the committee of the PTA. Knowing she’d been fucked by her friend’s husband was going to make it awkward at next week’s meeting.

“Hello Laura. Let me take your coat.”

The pleasant smile of welcome Amy had managed froze at these words, uttered so hospitably by her husband. Stepping carefully in behind George, balanced on a pair of even higher stilettos than Amy’s, was Laura herself. The reluctant way Laura shrugged off her coat, as Alex politely held it for her, became clear to Amy when she saw what was underneath.

Laura usually dressed casually, jeans and a high-cut top - occasionally Amy had seen her in a three-quarter length dress for dinner parties and the like. She’d never seen her friend in a skin-tight see-through body stocking and under-bust corset tottering on four-inch heels. She had to drag her eyes back up from the startling discovery that Laura had a piercing - a thick gold ring glittering among the surprisingly luxuriant pubes that covered her crotch.

“Hello Amy.” said Laura, as Amy’s eyes made it back up to her face, a face that was blushing as brightly as Amy was sure her own was. “You’re blooming nicely.”

The men went straight into the living room to get drinks, leaving their unusually awkward women alone in the hall for a moment.

“Sorry about this.” whispered Laura to her friend. “But George insisted I come.”

“Are they all bringing their wives, or is it just you?” asked Amy, still in shock.

“I think I’m the only one.” Laura replied, looking sympathetically at her friend.

“I’m afraid Jess is going to know about this as well.” said Amy - Jess was George and Laura’s daughter. “Despite my protests, Alex has said our girls can come to tonight’s party, and you know how chatty they are.”

“On that front I may have some good news.” Laura said cryptically with an unexpected half-smile. She turned her head to say loudly “Stop skulking outside. It’s only Amy, you might as well come in and get it over with.”

If Laura had been unexpected, seeing Jess grudgingly appear at their front door was startling. For a moment Amy couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She’d known Jess since the first day of Mia’s school, when she’d got chatting to the smiling mother with the pretty little blonde girl. Since then Amy had seen Jess grow into a willowy, if shy, teenager, still with the same head of flaxen hair.

She’d seen Jess naked before, taking baths with Mia on sleep-overs when they were very young, but back then it had been all flat chests and smooth hairless crotches. Now Amy was finding out Jess had a surprisingly thick blond down over her pussy, and what appeared to be very recent gold rings pierced through nipples on a pair of well-developed boobs. Add to that the only other items of the blushing girl’s costume - a pair of uncomfortably high stilettos like her mother, and her wrists shackled to a belt round her waist - and the astonishing effect was complete.

“Not my idea.” Laura hastened to explain. “And Jess was all for it when her father suggested it originally. It’s only since she found out we were going to be with people she knows that she turned so grumpy - and you know how George will never let his kids back out of a commitment.”

“Mum.” Jess hissed, speaking for the first time, through barely open lips. “You don’t have to tell everyone.”

“It’s okay.” Amy tried to reassure the teenager, she was sure the sullen attitude was nerves more than anything else. “Most people will find the story sweet, and, anyway, we’re delighted to have you.”

She hoped that would help Jess - despite shock, rather than delight, being how she currently felt. Amy got a slight smile back from the girl at this, although this time she couldn’t help noticing how tightly shut Jess was keeping her mouth.

Laura noticed her daughters closed lips as well, and spoke to her quite firmly.

“Show Amy, Jess. She’s going to see soon anyway.”

Not looking happy, Jess finally opened her mouth, revealing a pair of scarred and toothless gums. Amy stared at the denuded mouth for a moment. She could only think of one reason Laura would have sanctioned such extreme mutilation - and it wouldn’t be just so her daughter could give better head.

“Jess is being snuffed?” Amy asked, slightly stunned as she looked at Laura. Then she realised, “We’re having a snuff party?!”
 
“I thought you knew that.” Laura answered, showing quite a lot of surprise herself. “George seemed to think it had all been arranged. I just assumed you didn’t know Jess was to be the snuff-bunny.”

So Laura and George had pulled all their daughter’s teeth out, quite recently by the looks of it. That was going to make Jess even more popular tonight, letting the men throat-fuck her with a special level of vicious abandon. Amy managed to carry on smiling pleasantly at her guests, but she couldn’t stop her body creaming excitedly, imagining how how the pretty teenager was about to be abused.

****

There was a grunt of pleasure from the latest man, as the cock he’d force down the snuff-bunny’s throat spewed its sticky load. When he pulled out Jess spluttered and gasped, finally getting to drag some air into her lungs. He certainly wasn’t the first, ever since the girl had opened her mouth there’d been a never-ending succession of cocks, all wanting to to try out the sensation of being sucked and mauled by those toothless gums.

The pretty blonde teenager who’d walked nervously into the house, with her smooth alabaster skin and delicate features, was now looking pretty rough. She’d already passed out more than once from lack of air, giving an extra frisson of pleasure to the man fucking her face as she’d struggled desperately, impotently chewing at the cock that was gagging her. Despite that she was still parting her lips to receive yet another hard shaft, leaving everyone present, knowing how inexperienced Jess was, pretty impressed. The choking teenager must have been aware, between the blood that dribbled out of her mouth - not only from broken gums, but also from her repeatedly ravaged throat - and a nose that had been flattened across her face from frequent ramming into male pelvis’s, there was a good chance that the next dick she pleasured would be the last thing she ever knew.

****

The party had started off quite gently. After the revelations in the hall, Amy, Laura and the snuff-bunny had trooped into the living room. George had immediately stepped over, still  carrying his glass of whiskey, and slipped his free hand between his daughter’s legs.

“She might’ve claimed to be reluctant, but now she’s here her cunt’s telling a different story.” George announced with a chuckle, withdrawing a finger to show how it glistened with Jess’s juices, making the teenager squirm with embarrassment.

“Let’s have her kneeling in the middle of the floor, facing the door.” suggested Alex. “Then if any of the lads, or ladies for that matter, fancy a quick one when they come in, she’ll be handy.”

“Wow Jess! You’re looking hot, seeing you all tied up is making me damp. I knew Mum was wrong about your not coming to the party.”

The first person to walk in had been Mia, dressed in a skin-tight latex suit that showed off her blossoming body perfectly - while still indicating it was off-limits for the moment - to find her best friend, naked and shackled, kneeling in the centre of the living room. Her claim to be aroused by the seeing Jess naked seemed true. Without a hint of embarrassment Mia had started to massage her crotch through the thin material that covered it.

“Why are you bound like that?” Mia continued. “Are you being a fuck-slut tonight like my mum?”

Jess looked a bit flustered, but luckily her mother Laura cut in to explain.

“I know we told her to keep it a surprise, but I’m amazed she actually managed to keep it a secret from you. Jess is going to be a snuff-bunny tonight.”

That made Mia, who was already eyeing her vulnerable friend speculatively, gasp with an unexpected orgasm. The climax didn’t stop her from continuing to rub her clit, as she stared questioningly at Jess.

“You know how it is.” mumbled Jess awkwardly under her friend’s gaze, although her eyes were shining as she followed Mia’s busy fingers. “My dad took advantage of the last time mum was getting me off by asking if I wanted to be a snuff-bunny at the next party they went to. That got me so wet, and you know I always say yes when I’m cumming. I didn’t know the next party would be at your house.”

Alex, whose trousers had been bulging ever since the naked snuff-bunny had walked in, now mock-admonished his eldest daughter.

“What do you think you’re doing with that hand Mia?”

Mia looked uncertainly at him.

“If you want to get off, there’s a tongue waiting for you in the middle of the room. I don’t want to see you frigging yourself again this evening.”

When the next guest walked in - Amy had been so flustered she’d left the front door open - he found the party already well under way. In the centre of the room a pretty blonde teenager had her head firmly between another girls thighs, unmistakably and enthusiastically licking her out. To one side, skirt raised and hastily dropped knickers still wrapped round one ankle, their hostess was bent over and being buggered by her best friend’s husband - an early taker of the invitation on her stockings. On the sofa Laura was sitting between Haley and Alex, one hand pleasuring an excited girl while the other stroked a stiff cock.

****

“Time to get your little snuff-bunny daughter properly screaming.” George told his wife.

It wasn’t as if Jess hadn’t had a pretty hard time already. A couple of hours of brutal throat-fucking had taken their toll, at that moment she was unconscious on the floor again. Her bruised face, with its crushed nose, was caked with blood, snot and semen. The rest of her wasn’t too bad, only over her hips, where the sharp nails on her chained hands had scrabbled desperately as she fought to breathe, was more blood oozing out.

“Wake up my little snuff-bunny.” said Laura, pinching her daughter’s clit with considerable force as she sought to revive her. “We’ve had some fun with your mouth, but Daddy says it’s time for us all to play with the rest of you.”

“Are you going to hang me by my nipple rings, like you said you would?” croaked Jess faintly, as the sharp pain brought her back to consciousness.

Amy was close enough to hear this exchange, and she felt the nameless cock that was currently dredging her snatch jerk and spasm with another load of hot cum to swill around inside her. In fairness, the thought of seeing those pretty young teats stretched and torn had sent an electric shock of pleasure straight through her own body as well.

“But first.” George told his daughter. “We need to break your cherry.”

“You know I’m not a virgin dad.” Jess said in confusion. “I’ve been in bed with you and mum every night this week.”

“And a lot of fun it’s been too.” said George, with a happy smile of memory. “But there is one place we’ve been avoiding.”

****

Amy had never worn a strap-on before - she’d never even seen one of such monstrous proportions. Laura had already attached an identical phallus, and was jigging impatiently as she waited to stretch Amy’s already well-used ringpiece. That could well break me, thought Amy looking down, and my arsehole’s had plenty of experience, I’ll definitely be ripping Jess’s sphincter when I force this into her.

“You ready for this?” asked Laura, although she didn’t wait for an answer before forcing the full girth of her matching strap-on through Amy’s well used arsehole and deep into her colon - taking advantage of the lubrication several loads of cum provided.

Amy didn’t ask Jess if she was ready, the girl was going to have plenty of time to appreciate what was happening. Even with the added weight of Laura on her back, pushing the massive head though the teenagers tight virgin rosebud left her grunting with effort and Jess whimpering in pain. She was impressed that Jess didn’t simply collapse to the floor, especially as the girl’s hands were still strapped to her waist.

“That’s it.” announced Alex, as his wife finally forced her way in to a shriek from the sodomised snuff-bunny. “Now pump away until you’ve liquidised her guts.”

She tried not to get too excited at the agonised cries her vicious buggery was drawing from Jess, although, with her own backside filled to bursting, Amy could feel her pussy-juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. Laura seemed particularly into defiling her daughter, thrusting at Amy so hard she couldn’t avoid banging violently into Jess’s guts even if she’d wanted to. When Amy finally managed to pause for a moment, trying to recover her breath, she almost collapsed with arousal as she felt a hand scrabbling at her crotch.

For a second Amy assumed Laura was reaching round to try and play with her clit - the woman was certainly fumbling in the right area - then the fingers in her damp slit were sharply pulled away. At the same moment the girl impaled on her hefty strap-on gave a shriek, more piercing than any before, and struggled to pull forward, dragging a surprised Amy with her.

“I can’t pull out.” said Amy urgently, as Jess desperately yanked forward, dragging the straps to the dildo uncomfortably through her crotch .

“I should hope not.” whispered Laura, who’d somehow managed to keep her own rubber shaft impaled in Amy’s arse. “I’ve just released the barbs George had hidden inside. That’s staying in Jess’s arse now until it’s shredded.”

The girl certainly felt very firmly impaled. Amy thought it likely Jess would snuff with it still packing her rectum.

****

The shiny steel device Mia was holding looked quite like an anal hook, although the end was sharp like an arrowhead. Amy had been thinking Jess’s cunt would  fare better, but now she wasn’t so sure.

“Suck your cunt-ripper.” Mia told her abused friend with delight. “I want it sliding into your gash nice and easy.”

Jess opened her mouth, the lips still damp with her own blood, to let in the instrument that would soon mutilate her tender pussy. Mia began excitedly thrusting the steel into the opening, making Jess gag and whimper as the point jabbed painfully into her throat.

Amy wasn’t quite sure who had suggested this little game, she thought it might even have been Mia herself. Anyway, by the time she’d finished servicing the cock in her throat, and was able to follow what was going on - instead of hearing little more than the noise of her own choking - not only were things well advanced, but someone had produced the vicious construction that was now lacerating Jess’s windpipe.

A male voice interrupted Amy’s musings, “Come and lie over the arm of the sofa. I want a nice clear view to where the little one’s disappearing up you.”

There was definitely a fad for some mother-daughter action tonight, this would be the fourth time Amy had been asked to suck off one of her guests as Haley pistoned her little fist into her mother’s rectum. It had been quite fun the first couple of times - and even better on the third when her daughter’s hand had made her shriek before being pulled out all bloody - but Amy had wanted to keep on watching as Jess was prepared for some serious mutilation. Shrugging, there wasn’t much she could do about it, she set to on the latest shaft with a gusto that quite hid her disappointment.

****

“Will those hooks take her weight?”

“No problem. I know they only had plants hanging off them, but I put them up with something like this in mind.”

“What about her tits?”

“I hope not.” Alex answered with a naughty little grin. “Everybody ready on their ropes?”

Amy, swallowing down another load of jism, had been released from her job when everyone went to help with the breaking up of the snuff-bunny. There was quite a bit of interest in this, everyone, including Amy, had wagered with someone on whether it would be Jess’s arse or cunt that gave way first. The guests had been divided in two, one half hanging on the rope to her arse plug, the other half on the one to her cunt hook. Alex and George were each holding a rope that ran over the hooks in the ceiling and down to the nipple rings through the kneeling snuff-bunny’s firm young breasts.

The two fathers began to haul on their ropes, forcing Jess up onto her feet. For a moment, as they continued her inexorable rise, it looked as though her tits, stretching and disfiguring as they took her weight, would rip apart under the strain. Luckily her supple young flesh was not as delicate as it looked, and, to a snivelling accompaniment, the tormented teenager swung gently in the middle of the room.

As the two teams took the strain, and Jess screamed piteously, feeling her insides starts to rip apart, Amy couldn’t take it any more and let her hand wander into her snatch.

“There’s no need for that.” said Laura quietly, standing against the wall next to Amy, as she gently pulled her friend’s hand away.

For a moment Amy thought she was being gently reprimanded for frigging herself as Laura’s daughter was tortured, which seemed a bit odd. Then Laura squeezed behind her, crushing soft naked boobs into her friend’s back. A moment later the woman was reaching round to use her own hand on Amy’s engorged clit. It was not what Amy had expected, but in her uncontrollably aroused state it made sense.

“I can’t resist a pregnant woman.” Laura whispered her confession into Amy’s ear, as she pinched hard on an erect nipple. “Especially after hearing from Jess what’s going to be happening when this bump’s ready.”

****

“Tonight was great wasn’t it mum?” chattered Haley, still wide awake and excited, as she was tucked up in bed.

“You certainly seemed to be having a good time.” answered Amy noncommittally.

“I loved the way that hook burst out of the snuff-bunny’s stomach. Didn’t you think that was pretty cool?”

At that moment the snuff-bunny’s mother had been frigging her to fever pitch. Amy hadn’t found the teenager’s mutilation cool, she was too wrapped up in finding it unbelievably hot. She murmured something that could have been taking for ascent to Haley’s question though, otherwise she’d have to reveal the earth-shattering orgasm she’d been given as Jess’s butt plug ripped out and her over-strained titties finally gave way.

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.