Chapter Three - Getting Started

“You’re looking ripe darling. I’m thinking we should snuff you this Saturday - we don’t want you squeezing that thing out unexpectedly.”

Alex spoke as his wife was stripping for bed. He was quite right, Amy had been waddling around with an enormous belly for weeks now. What’s more she too knew, as the skin on her swollen stomach and tits grew ever more uncomfortably tight - not to mention a bladder compressed to almost nothing - that time was running out. That didn’t stop Alex’s words, stating the facts so plainly, sending a jolt straight through her pussy.

“Tell me as you bang me.” she breathed, crawling naked onto the bed to receive his cock.

No matter how many times they did this, hearing Alex say out loud the snuff session they had planned for her, as he thrust into whatever hole took his fancy, still drove Amy wild.

****

Saturday dawned bright and clear - a relief to Amy, she didn’t want to think of Alex or the girls catching a chill. She slipped downstairs, trying not to disturb her husband as she hauled her heavy body out of the bed. Once in the kitchen she began packing the picnic they were taking with them.

“Morning mum. You haven’t forgotten I don’t like mustard?”

Amy was buttering the bread for sandwiches when Mia wandered into the kitchen in her nightdress, yawning and stretching sleepily. The sight of young downy pubes just being flashed, as her daughter’s shorty nightdress lifted up with her arms, made Amy pause in her work.

“Mum you’re insatiable.” Mia giggled, as she followed where her mother’s eyes were looking. “It’s not as though you haven’t spent plenty of time munching on me already.”

“I know darling, but it’s just so cute and perfect. Thinking how excited your father is going to get when he wrecks it later is such a turn-on.”

“Oh, go on then mum.” Mia said, trying to sound reluctant as she lifted the front of her nightdress. “One last dive into my muff while you still can.”

She should have refused, there was more than enough for her to do this morning without stopping to eat out her daughter. The trouble was, reminded of her fate, Amy was now too aroused to refuse Mia, made helpless with lust at the thought of the child desecrating her. Mia couldn’t hide her grin as she felt a maternal tongue eagerly lapping at her slit, she knew how to twist her mother round her little finger.

“Hey you two! That isn’t going to get us ready for this afternoon.”

Amy straightened up guiltily, hastily wiping her daughter’s juices from around her mouth. Mia just smiled cheekily at her father, reaching down with her hand to carry on where her mother had left off.

“I’m sorry darling.” Amy apologised to Alex. “You know what a little minx your eldest daughter is. Are you going to beat me while I make the sandwiches?”

“Stop trying to tempt me you hussy.” Alex smiled at his wife, he’d noticed the slightly hopeful note in her voice. “You know I’ve got to get the car packed with all the tools for today. Anyway, I want you in prime condition for this afternoon, we don’t want to end up having to drag you through the woods.”

The thought of being hauled from the car, the rough forest floor ripping open her skin, was almost too much for Amy. Her knees were trembling when she turned back to the kitchen counter to finish the picnic.

****

It was only a short car journey, Alex had found a lovely secluded clearing deep in a wood only a few miles away. The girls chattered excitedly on the back seat, but Amy, next to her husband in the front, sat quietly with her hands clasped over the bulge that contained her unborn child.

“You’re being quiet there.” commented Alex, turning his head to glance at his wife.

“Just trying to stay calm.” Amy told him. “I don’t want to get over-excited too early.”

“We can’t have that.” he grinned. “Hold out your hand.”

Amy wasn’t sure what would happen, but she held out her right hand to him, the fingers spread wide. Without taking his eyes off the road, Alex reached out and took a firm grip on the little finger. Next moment Amy was whimpering - Alex had wrenched the slim digit backwards. There was even a muffled crunch as the bone broke.

“Have you just snapped her finger?”

“Of course, I don’t want her comfortable for our walk in the woods.”

“Cool dad. Can we break one as well?”

“Not now darling, we don’t want our snuff-bunny unable to lug her share of the stuff we’ve brought.”

The conversation got no further. Alex was already pulling off the road to park on a dirt track that ran along the edge of the trees.

“Okay, everyone out. We’ll need to walk from here. Make sure you give mummy plenty of heavy bags.”

After loading themselves up with the contents of the boot, the family trooped through the woods to the private clearing they’d selected for the afternoon’s fun. Alex, walking a few paces behind his wife and the two girls, felt his cock harden unstoppably at the sight.

Amy was wearing nothing but a dress, tight enough to show off her matronly curves. The material was so thin it clung enticingly to her buttocks, her legs silhouetted where the light shone through it. She was wincing as the stones and twigs on the path dug into her tender bare feet, weighed down as she was not just by an unborn child, but also by two large holdalls full of tools to hurt and maim.

On either side of their mother walked his daughter’s, their feet safely ensconced in solid boots with steel toe caps. Their workmanlike footwear made a delightful contrast with the skimpy knickers and tight tops that formed the rest of their outfits. When Mia reached round, to tug out some material that was riding into her arse-crack, he felt a splurge of pre-cum squeeze out. He must have made a sound, because his daughter turned round to look, her fingers still inside her pants.

“Don’t worry dad.” she smiled at him. “You’ll be ravaging this pretty soon.”

“Stop teasing him, you little strumpet.” Amy admonished her. “Your dad’s got a hard day ahead, he’ll probably be too tired to use your backside this evening.”

“I think I can persuade him.” Mia answered smugly, finally pulling her fingers from her arse-crack and seductively licking them.

****

“Kneel down there and put your hands behind your head.”

“On these nettles? Should I take my dress off first?”

“Of course on the nettles silly - you don’t think you should be comfortable, do you?” Alex replied without rancour, reaching out lazily to snap his wife’s other little finger.

Amy knelt heavily into the bed of nettles, balance was hard now she was so heavily pregnant. The sharp acid stinging in her knees and shins made an uncomfortable counterpoint to the brittle throb from her cracked fingers. She gasped again noticeably from another shot of pain, as she joined her hands behind her head.

“I’m dripping already, can we start kicking the cow yet?”

That was Haley, her hand back in its usual place inside her knickers.

“Who’s an impatient little wench?” Alex responded with a smile. “But yes, I think you can start now. Keep it low, aim for mummy’s kidneys and bladder, once they start rupturing she’ll go into labour.”

This was it. She was now absolutely a snuff-whore - a plaything of pain for the amusement of her husband and daughters. Amy could feel the dampness squeezing out of her pussy, as the first shuddering blow connected with the base of her back.

****

“Good work girls.” commended Alex. “And this snuff-whore’s so desperate to be abused I don’t think we’ll need to nail her hands to her shoulders to stop them getting in the way.”

Amy’s lower back, and the base of her swollen stomach, were a bruised and bloody ring of pain. She couldn’t stop the constant dribble of piss that leaked from her, although her pregnant belly stopped her from seeing how it was now stained with blood. Alex’s words made her move to separate her hands, anxious to give her girls every chance to violate their mother, but at that moment a cramping pain gripped at her stomach, this time not caused by a well-aimed girlish boot.

“Stop for a moment you two. I’m pretty sure that was a contraction.”

There was another whimper from Amy, as a second contraction tore at her battered skin.

“She’s started!” Mia clapped her hands together with excitement. “Can we have our picnic now?”

“As soon as our snuff-whore’s been stripped and set up as the table.” said Alex.

While Amy’s contractions grew ever stronger and more painful, her husband and daughters ate a leisurely picnic that had been laid out on her back. While they ate the girls idly kicked her low-hanging tits, or ‘accidentally’ jabbed cutlery into exposed bits of flesh.

By the time Alex and the girls had finished the food, Amy’s contractions were coming thick and fast. As Mia cleared the picnic away, Alex finally let loose the twitching boner that had been testing the stitching of his underpants. Amy couldn’t help noticing the fascinated way Haley reached out to stroke his engorged shaft.

“You really are hard today daddy. Are you going to choke our snuff-bunny with that?”

“No darling.” Alex answered, smiling at his youngest daughter’s delightful enthusiasm for making her mother suffer. “I don’t want mummy passing out at a critical moment. I’m going to use it to plough her arse, that way I can ride her contractions as they squeeze round my dick.”

“Won’t I be doing anything to abuse her?”

Alex hastened to reassure Haley. His daughter’s little face had fallen, thinking she might be missing out on abuse even for a few minutes.

“Don’t worry. I was going to get you and Mia to feed our sow with all those nettles while I’m reaming her.”

“How are we going to do that without getting stung?” asked Haley, dressed like her sister in only the skimpiest of underwear. “Did you bring any gloves?”

“No.” replied Alex bluntly. “I think you and Mia are old enough now to start suffering a bit yourselves. Some nettle rash will be a nice beginning. If you make our sow scream properly, I might even drag you naked through that patch of them afterwards.”

“Haley, take your hand out of your knickers.” Amy told her, forgetting for a moment she’d been turned from their mother to a slut for snuffing. “There’ll be plenty of time for frigging yourself later.”

She remembered a moment later, when a fork was jammed with force into her left arse-cheek.

“That’s right.” Haley’s father said proudly. “There’s nothing like making a sow squeal if she gets uppity.”

“Have you two started without me?” asked Mia anxiously, running back into the clearing when she heard Amy’s squeak.

“No. I was just sticking our sow because she thought she could stop me having a wank.”

“Stop panicking Mia.” her father told her. “I was waiting for you to get back before I filled our snuff-whore’s arse while you and Haley give her a meal.”

Amy’s ringpiece was no stranger to a penis, but it had never received a buggering so fierce. Alex was slamming his cock into her bowels with utter savagery, grunting with pleasure at the way Amy shuddered as her guts were ripped up - getting an extra boost from the way it caused the baby inside her to squirm and kick. As if advanced labour and brutal sodomy weren’t enough, her girls, giggling and wincing from the stings, were stuffing Amy’s mouth and nose with freshly picked nettles.

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.