First, I want to thank Mamabliss for allowing me to use their story as a basis for this.
WARNING!!!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SNUFF. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF STORY, TURN BACK NOW. IF IT IS SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE, READ ON.
REMEMBER THOUGH, THIS IS FANTASY. IF YOU HAVE DIFFICULTY SEPARATING THE REAL WORLD AND FANTASY, AND BELIEVE THAT DOING THIS TO SOMEONE MIGHT BE OKAY, PLEASE GET YOUR HEAD EXAMINED. I RECOMMEND HAVING SOMEONE DO IT WITH A HACKSAW.
THANKS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS.
Special Pictorial II
by Azalel
Sunday
Carol woke from a troubled sleep on Sunday morning. Looking at the clock, she cursed under her breath as she saw it was 10:15. She should have been up already; making breakfast for the three little girls.
Hoping that everyone had slept late - it had been a late night (they did not get back from the amusement park until almost 3:00 that morning) - Carol ran to the bathroom and washed her face. She then ran downstairs to get her coffee and start on some semblance of a normal breakfast. After her first cup of coffee, she started to relax.
Hearing the TV on in the living room, Carol poked her head in to see who was up already. Melissa was sitting on the couch, watching TV with her friend, Anna. From the look on Melissa's face, Carol knew something was wrong. Turning to the TV, Carol froze as her heart sunk. On the screen were Carol and Kimberly, fucking away like rabbits. From the bulge in Kimberly's chest, it was obvious that the dildo was deep inside the girl. The scene was almost over.
Not waiting for the finale, Carol strode over to the DVD player and ejected the disc. She did not recognize the handwriting, but the title was clear: "Carol kills Kimberly". Shaking nervously, Carol turned to the little girls on the couch.
"Where did you get this," Carol asked quietly.
"My dad is a fan of that show," Anna said. "He records all the specials. When he recognized you and Kimmie, he called my mom in to watch. They wouldn't let me watch it so I snuck the disc out while they were sleeping and came over here to watch it with Melissa."
"What is this, mommy," Melissa asked. "I thought Kimmie was supposed to be killed because of the lottery."
"That's exactly right, Melissa," Jessica said as she entered the room. "There was a lottery drawing - of sorts - and because of that, Kimmie died. If everything goes well, it will be my turn next Saturday."
Jessica had awoken a few minutes before and come downstairs looking for her own coffee. Like her mother, she had difficulty facing a day without a couple cups of coffee. As she passed the living room, she heard Melissa's question and figured her mother could use a hand.
"What do you mean, Jessie? Wasn't Kimmie's name drawn?"
"No, Melissa," Jessica answered. "Mom's name was. The problem, as Kimmie and I saw it, was that we - your two older sisters - did not have the experience or knowledge to raise you guys and when mom's friend, Charlie, proposed this, Kimmie and I thought it was a great idea."
"But what is this?"
Anna was about to answer but, seeing the look in Jessica's face, she held her tongue.
"This is a contest. Mom is competing with other women in her situation. If she does the best job killing her daughters - Kimmie and me - she will not have to die. She will be able to take care of you, Michelle, and Kelly."
"But what is she doesn't beat the others?"
"Well," Jessica answered, "if she doesn't win this week, mom will die as scheduled and I will raise you three. If she wins this week, I will die next Saturday as the contest continues. If she wins that week, she wins the contest and is allowed to live and raise you three."
"If she loses," Jessica continued, "she will die as scheduled. Now normally, that would mean there is no one to take care of you, Kelly, and Michelle, but Charlie - mom's friend - promised to adopt you three and raise you as her own daughters. Kimmie and I felt this was better for you than what we could do. Because of this, we pushed mom into it."
"But mommy killed Kimmie. If what you say is true and she wins this week, she will kill you next Saturday. How can she do that?"
"That is true," Jessica said as she watched tears of grief start to roll down her mother's cheeks, "but remember: she is doing this for you three. Also, she had little choice in the matter. Kimmie and I forced her into doing this. When we found out about this option, we pushed and pushed until mom agreed. She doesn't want to do this, but Kimmie, me, and Charlie knew it was the best way."
"And you are ready to die next weekend," Anna asked.
"I am ready to do anything to help my mom and my sisters. If that means dying, I would do it myself. The only problem is that it wouldn't be entertaining enough and mom would lose. So, I will let mom kill me and hope she wins."
"Then why did mommy lie to us," Melissa asked. "Why did you and Kimmie?"
"She lied because she is ashamed," Jessica answered. "She is convinced that what she is doing is wrong, even though there is no right answer here. Kimmie and I knew it was the best option, but mom still is ashamed that it has come to this."
"But......"
"No 'buts', Melissa. Think about last night. At the park, you were running around and bumped into that clown, knocking him down. When he fell, he knocked over that stand that had all the stuffed animals. You lied when anyone asked if you ran into that clown."
"It was an accident," Melissa said defensively.
"That's right. It was an accident and no one was really angry. They just wanted to know what happened. But, because you were embarrassed, you lied about it. You were ashamed that you had caused a mess."
"Well," Jessica continued, "this is no different. Mom is embarrassed and ashamed. She does not want anyone to know she is killing her own daughters because some people will not understand. They will not understand that Kimmie and I wanted this. They will not understand that mom killed two of her daughters so she could save the other three. That is why she lied."
Melissa looked over to her mother and was shocked. In her confusion, Melissa never noticed what her conversation with Jessica was doing to Carol. The older woman had crumpled to the floor and was shaking as she sobbed in grief over the situation.
That was all the proof Melissa needed. Whatever she saw her mommy do, it was obvious that her mommy did not want to do it. It was as Jessica said; their mommy was being forced into this situation. Rising from the couch, Melissa walked to her mother and knelt down; putting her small arms around the crying woman.
"It is okay, mommy," Melissa said. "I understand now. I am sorry I got angry. I didn't know. I love you."
"But," Jessica said, "this situation has shown that we need to explain this to Michelle and Kelly. It is ludicrous to believe that none of their friends will know about this. They will be going to school this week and will need to be aware of this before someone in their class makes a big deal about it."
Anna had the decency to blush at that. If she hadn't brought the DVD over, this uncomfortable conversation would likely never have taken place. Then she realized that Jessica was actually saying it was a good thing as it forced them to talk with the two youngest sisters before a classmate made it a bigger problem.
-----
The rest of that day was filled with tears (Carol's mostly) and conversation. The two youngest really did not understand everything, but they did understand that this was all about a tough decision. One decision would have their mother die and leave it to their older sisters to raise them. The other decision was for the two oldest sisters to die, leaving mommy alive to raise the three younger sisters. As much as Michelle and Kelly lover their older sisters, they knew they needed their mother more. No one mentioned the possibility that Carol could lose and still have to die after killing Kimberly and Jessica.
Carol, though relieved that the little girls accepted the truth and were not holding it against their mother, was still emotionally exhausted at the end of the day. Anna had left early, citing the need to replace the DVD before her parents noticed it was missing. They would be furious if they knew she had watched it.
Carol sleepwalked through the afternoon; preparing dinner for her daughters, overseeing the completion of their homework, and hustling them off to bed. Carol prepared a note to take to Jessica's school the next day, excusing Jessica from school for the following week. She could not see forcing her daughter to go to school, knowing she could die the following Saturday.
If Carol had failed the previous Saturday, Jessica would not need to die as Carol's execution would go forward anyway and she could just enjoy the week with her mother. In that case, Carol would arrange to excuse the three younger girls from school for the rest of the week as well. With these thoughts running through her head, Carol tossed and turned in bed and, finally, fitfully, fell asleep.
----------
Monday
Carol woke from a restless sleep at 5:30 Monday morning. Getting up, she washed her face and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for her children. They would need to leave to catch the bus around 6:30.
It was almost 6:00 as Carol finished preparing breakfast. Michelle was the first to arrive in the kitchen. Seeing the scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage, the child smiled and dug in. She was just finishing her breakfast as Kelly and Melissa arrived.
Carol drank her coffee as she watched the children eat and talk about school. Looking at the scene in front of her, Carol found it hard to believe that the events of the last week had happened. Her children ate and talked as if nothing had changed.
Carol knew better. Those events did happen. When her daughters got to school, it was likely that someone would confront them with the knowledge that their mother had killed their sister.
It wasn't that a parent killing an adult child was illegal (it was legalized 30 years before). As Charlie had said, most parents would understand. Kids, however, could be cruel. It was possible that the girls may need to change schools to avoid persecution.
The three little girls finished getting ready and ran out the door by 6:25. Carol went to the stove to prepare her own breakfast. She was just finishing up when she heard Jessica enter the kitchen.
"I told you that you do not have to go to school this week," Carol said.
"I know. I just didn't see the point in lying in bed any longer. I have been awake for two hours."
Something in her daughter's voice caused Carol to turn from the stove and look at the teenager. Jessica's eyes were puffy and red. It was obvious that the teenager had been crying. Jessica, seeing the concern in her mother's eyes, held up her hand.
"It is just that I couldn't let myself cry until Michelle, Kelly, and Melissa were gone. I still believe what I told them yesterday. This is the best course of action. I am sure you succeeded Saturday. I will die this coming Saturday. My tears are not for me."
"Then, who?"
"You," Jessica answered. "I am accepting this. I know I will die in pain, but my pain will be relatively brief. I cannot imagine what you are going through. It tears me up imagining your pain. I saw you crying yesterday. I have never felt pain that caused me to cry like that."
"But," the teenager continued, "I will not let you off easy. I know the promise Kimberly exacted from you and I demand the same. No matter what happens, no matter how much I cry or beg, you must follow through and finish me off. Otherwise, Kimberly's death was in vain. Understand?"
Carol nodded, sadly.
"Good," Jessica said, tears beginning to flow again. "Now promise me. You will see it through to the end."
"I will see it through to the end," Carol said as she shook uncontrollably.
"Promise!"
"I will see it through to the end, Jessica," Carol repeated. "I promise."
Further conversation was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Jessica ran to the door and opened it, revealing the visitor to be Charlie.
"May I come in," Charlie asked.
"Uh, sure," Jessica said after a moment. "We just were not expecting you this early."
"Well, we got the results last night so I came over as early as I could. Is your mother here?"
"Yeah. She's in the kitchen. Come on back."
In the kitchen, Carol was busy again at the stove. Realizing that the knock was probably Charlie, Carol decided to cook enough for the three of them. Jessica and Charlie sat at the table in silence and watched Carol work. When the food was ready, Carol served it up and sat down to eat.
"You are early," Carol said.
"Well, we received the results last night and I thought you might like to end your suspense as soon as possible."
"You got that right," Jessica said. "How did they do?"
"Well," Charlie said, "we received a lot of excellent reviews and a lot of high votes. Unfortunately, you two came in third. On a consolation note, the three highest scorers were within three-hundredths of a point of each other."
"So Jessica will not have to die then," Carol said, relief clearly visible on her face.
"Well," Charlie said hesitantly, "it is not that simple. Yesterday, we received an anonymous tip about one of the finalists. This tip may cause them to be disqualified. If that happens, then you two will be on for next Saturday."
"When will you find out," Jessica asked.
"Within the hour. Our investigative team has been working on it all night."
-----
Fifty-five minutes later, Charlie's cell phone rang. A hushed discussion ensued, during which, Charlie's expression darkened considerably. Then something strange happened.
Although Charlie was clearly pissed, there was a sense of relief emanating from her. Both Carol and Jessica were confused. All they could do, however, was watch and wait for more information. After a few minutes, Charlie hung up and let out a huge sigh.
"Bad news," Jessica asked.
"Not for you," Charlie replied. "The finalist has been disqualified and you two are on for Saturday."
"Yes," Jessica squealed triumphantly.
Carol's reaction, however, was not as upbeat. Yes, the plan her daughter's had cooked up would continue and - really - that was a good thing. Carol, however, was still unhappy about it.
"What happened," Carol asked.
"It's an ugly story," Charlie replied. "Are you sure you want to hear it?"
"Yes," Jessica said as Carol nodded in agreement.
"Okay. I guess there really is no harm in telling you. You would find out Saturday, anyway."
Charlie stood up and, with a nod from Carol, refilled her coffee mug. Sitting down, she took a sip and sighed contentedly.
"This is good coffee. Anyway, the disqualified finalist - her name is Theresa Carst, by the way - joined the contest under the same situation as you, Carol. She received her notice and agreed to kill her daughters in an effort to save her life."
"Now, here," Charlie continued, "is where you two differ. You are doing this in order to give your three youngest a better chance at a good life. You, in other words, have a good reason for doing this."
"Theresa, however, had only two daughters. To save her life, she would have to kill off both of her daughters. Her daughters, Emily and Ailene, however, could not see the logic in killing two people to save one person. They refused."
"We will not take contestants who kill their daughters against their will. First, although it is legal to snuff a unwilling family member for family events (barbecues, picnics, etc.), it is illegal to film the snuffing of an involuntary victim. Second, we - the contest producers - are against involuntary snuff in general."
"But Kimberly was crying and begging me to stop," Carol said. "Doesn't that count as involuntary snuff?"
"Carol," Charlie said patiently, "while the audience may allow themselves to be fooled, everyone there knew that Kimberly was playing it up for the audience. Although the microphones did not pick it up, enough people heard Kimberly thank you for snuffing her. Everyone there knew that this was what Kimberly wanted."
"Anyway," Charlie continued, "with Theresa's daughters refusing to die for their mother, Theresa was extremely distressed. Her neighbor - a longtime friend of Theresa's - offered a suggestion. The neighbor, Melanie Killigan, offered to let Theresa snuff Melanie's two daughters Tamara and Serena. They would drug the girls before the events and no one would know that it was someone else's daughter."
"The plan worked well. The first daughter, Tamara, died nine days ago at Theresa's hands. I will not go into the details of what Theresa did to the girl, but it impressed the audience. Theresa moved on to the finals."
"Yesterday, around noon, we received a tip detailing the who situation. At first no one wanted to believe it. I mean, who would sell out her own daughters like that? And don't say you did, Carol. We already discussed how your situation is different. Well, we had the body in storage still so we ran DNA testing. We called in the police and provided the evidence we had."
"The police apprehended Theresa and Melanie last night and ran DNA testing. The police lab compared the DNA between Theresa and Tamara. No match. Then they compared between Melanie and Tamara. It was a 98% match. The police were convinced. Theresa had murdered Melanie's daughter. To make it worse, the girl was only 16 years old."
"My god," Carol exclaimed.
"Tell me about it," Charlie replied. "Not only did we film and broadcast the killing of an unwilling victim, the victim was a minor. We gave all the evidence to the District Attorney and threw ourselves on the mercy of the court. It took an hour, but the courts found us blameless. Theresa and Melanie had taken significant steps to keep us in the dark about Tamara's true identity."
"We talked to the judge and convinced him to let us deal with the criminal mothers. This weekend is the finals. There are only two mother-daughter teams so both will be filmed on Saturday. We will have the results by Sunday. So, on Sunday, we will have a big barbecue. The winning finalist will process Theresa and the losing finalist, as a consolation, will process Melanie."
"But what about Melanie's other daughter?"
"Well, the other daughter, Tamara's twin sister, Serena, will move in with Theresa's daughters. Theresa's daughters are 19 and 22. They have agreed to take Serena in and take care of her."
"When did you find out all of this," Jessica asked. "You couldn't have resolved all of that in the last hour."
"You are right," Charlie said with a smile. "We knew everything but the judge's decision three hours ago. We were just waiting to see if we would be able to process Theresa and Melanie before I could say anything."
"So the end result is that I will kill Jessica on Saturday, right?"
"Right," Charlie said, seeing that Carol was still less than pleased.
"And if I still lose?"
"The we will do as we discussed last week. I will adopt Michelle, Melissa, and Kelly and raise them as my own. They will know all about you and will never forget you. I will make sure of that. You are too good a friend for anything less."
"Good," Jessica said. "Now, mom, don't you need to turn that letter in to my school this morning?"
"Oh," Carol exclaimed, "that's right. I do need to do that."
"And I need to go anyway," Charlie said. "I was thinking about this weekend, though. What I propose is that you and your daughters spend Friday night at my place. We have plenty of room. That way, I can take you and Jessica to the studio on Saturday morning and my husband, Brian, can keep an eye on the younger girls."
"That sounds like a great idea," Jessica said with a smile.
"Yeah," Carol said distractedly. "It does."
"Then I will see you Friday afternoon around 4:00pm. Bye, girls."
With that, Charlie left.
-----
Carol could not sleep. Now that she knew for certain that she would have to kill Jessica, the uncertainty was gone. The problem was that - uncertainty or not - Carol did not believe she could think up a snuff method interesting enough to allow her to win the contest.
The thought of conceding occurred to her. She would give up and allow herself to be executed. That was best for everyone. Jessica would live and the younger girls would have a stable home. Charlie would help out any way she could.
Carol's ruminations were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was past 11:00 at night. The little girls should be asleep. Opening the door, Carol found her suspicions to be correct.
"Can I come in, mom," Jessica asked.
"Sure, sweetie," Carol replied. "What is it?"
"You, mom. Kimberly told me how you would handle this and I think she was right. You are thinking about quitting, aren't you?"
Carol's reluctance to look her daughter in the eye was all Jessica needed to know she was right.
"What are you," Carol asked. "A mind reader?"
"I don't have to be a mind reader, mom. We all know you live us and would do anything to keep us safe. You wouldn't be you if you didn't try to find a way out of this. I, however, have taken steps to ensure you will not quit."
"Wh...wh...what do you mean?"
"Well, you know we have that big festival at school coming up, right?"
"Yes. That is part of why I was considering putting an end to this foolishness. You would love being a part of that."
"More than you know, mom. If I am not killed by you this weekend, I will be killed at that festival. I volunteered to be meat for the school barbecue."
"You what!?!?"
"I volunteered. I called them after you dropped off the form excusing me from school for the week. They were happy to accept."
"But......but why?"
"To remove all obstacles from your path. To remove any excuses. I will die one way or another, mom. If you kill me, however, you may end up saving yourself. That is what is best for Kelly, Michelle, and Melissa."
"Bu...bu...but....."
"No 'buts,' mom. Kimberly was right. If she hadn't insisted on you killing her, you would have weaseled your way out of it. That promise you made her put you in a position where you could not refuse."
"You knew how she felt about living. She was miserable and probably would have committed suicide if she had been courageous enough. This way, her death meant something. If you back out of this, she died for nothing. Just like I will if you back out. Yes, I know I would die providing meat for the students and guest at the school festival, but how would that help my family?"
"The answer, mom, is that it would not. With you gone, and me dying at the festival, who would take care of my little sisters? Charlie would likely still be willing to adopt them. If you go through with this, though, there is a chance you will be able to raise your children yourself. That is worth me dying."
"Oh, Jessica," Carol said. "There are times, kiddo, where you really make me mad. Forcing me into this situation like this is one of those times. Okay. I will do it. I will lose and we both will die anyway, but I will kill you."
"Why are you certain you will lose?"
"The reason I made it this far was Kimberly. Her small body appealed to the audience. The fact that I was killing my daughter - my preteen-looking daughter - appealed to many fantasies out there. I believe most knew that Kimberly was 18, but her small size allowed them to indulge in their sick fantasies."
"I fucked her to death, Jessica," Carol sobbed. "I took a dildo that was half as tall as she was and buried it in her small body. The damage caused by forcing it up through her vagina and uterus and up into her chest killed Kimberly. That was the novelty that got me into the finals. And it only placed me as high as third in the rankings. What could I do to top that?"
"I have been thinking about that," Jessica said. "I do have an idea, but it is going to be extremely painful for me. I will be screaming at the top of my lungs. I will be crying and begging for real; not like Kimberly was."
"Then why would we do that?"
"Because it stands a good chance of winning this contest for you. Another benefit is that it will help other people as well."
"What is this idea of yours?"
"Not yet, mom," Jessica said with a slight smile. "I want to talk to Charlie first to see if it is a reasonable idea. If Charlie agrees, then, I will tell you. In the meantime, however, you need to get some sleep."
"There is one other problem," Carol said.
"What is that?"
"Those women," Carol said sadly. "Theresa and Melanie. They will die on Sunday. I am not sure I can do that. I know they deserve it, but I do not think I can do it to them."
"Well," Jessica said, "they have to die. And it has to be horrible enough that no one will even contemplate repeating their actions. What would you recommend?"
"I do not know. I just know that, after killing my two daughters, I do not think I could kill anyone else."
Jessica smiled sadly. Kimberly had been right. Their mother was in agony over this. Nothing Jessica said right now would make it easier for her. Jessica wished the weekend would come sooner so Carol could get it over and done with. Then, those wounds could start to heal.
----------
Wednesday
Jessica did not get her wish. Time flowed as it always does; one minute at a time. It was not all bad, however. On Tuesday, Carol had called the elementary school and excused the three little girls from school for the week. They were heading out this morning to go to a hot spring resort for two nights. They would come home Friday morning and head over to Charlie's house that afternoon.
Jessica was thrilled. She had always wanted to go to the hot springs. Doing so as a family on Jessica's 18th birthday was a great present. She had heard of this resort four years ago and had wanted to go ever since. It had an outdoor bath that was heated by the spring. It was not mixed bathing so it was safe to take the little girls with them.
Jessica was also a little relieved and concerned at the same time. She had talked to Charlie about her idea and after Charlie agreed, she gave Jessica some information about this weekend's competition. Jessica was sworn to secrecy and, knowing what she knew, she had to agree. Carol would be better off not knowing anything until Saturday morning.
"Hey, Jessie," Melissa asked as she bounded into the room, "are you ready to go?"
"Sure thing. Just let me get my bag and we will go put the things in the car."
Jessica finished packing her bag and led Melissa down to the car. Three bags, one each for each little sister, were already in the driveway behind the car. Jessica opened the trunk and put all four bags inside.
"You're not looking forward to this," Jessica teased, "are you?"
"HEY," Melissa objected with a light punch to her big sister's arm, "it's a hot spring resort. Of course we are looking forward to it."
"That's enough, you two," Carol said as she brought her own bag out to the car. "Oh, good. You are ready to go?"
At a nod from her four daughters, Carol ordered them into the car as she made a sweep of the house; turning off lights and locking the front and back doors. Five minutes later, they were getting on the freeway and were heading to the resort.
----------
Friday
Carol pulled into their driveway. It had been a wonderful time. The girls had been ecstatic to find a game room at the resort. It had a pool table, a Ping-Pong table, and a large television that had several video systems connected to it.
The resort was nestled in the mountains and had guided hikes through the surrounding mountainside. The girls had spent most of Thursday morning following their guide as he led them through the trees, pointing out the deer and other wild animals.
The outdoor bath had been Carol's favorite part. The water was hot; almost too hot. The bath was on a level side of the mountain and the view was amazing. The view from the pool showed the wooded valley below and the mountains on the other side. Carol could see for miles and miles.
The only obstruction to the view came in the form of a wall between the men's side and the women's side. This was not mixed bathing; something for which Carol was appreciative. She was not sure she wanted to deal with her little girls' anatomy questions at this time.
The one sad note came as they were leaving. The elderly couple who ran the resort (with the help of a friend) had been delighted with the company of the little girls. Their own children and grandchildren were scattered around the country and rarely, if ever, visited the old couple. They tried to exact a promise to return, but Carol, realizing that Jessica would never be back, only made a vague reply. Carol tried to cheer up on the way home, but her pleasant mood had been shattered.
Pulling into the driveway at 12:30pm, Carol was surprised to see Charlie waiting for them. Charlie had her swimsuit on and a towel wrapped around her waist. Before Carol and the girls could even get out of the car, Charlie came over.
"I thought you were going to pick us up around 4:00," Carol said.
"I finished up my work early," Charlie replied, "and thought we could spend the afternoon together as well. I have admission tickets for a water park close by and thought you and the girls would like to go."
Somehow, Carol got the feeling Charlie was lying, but a trip to the water park did sound nice. A distraction was just what she needed now. All the way home, she had not been able to pull her mind from the events of the next day.
Jessica, avoiding being caught by her mother, winked at Charlie. The older woman winked back. Jessica had seen immediately the effect the morning's conversation with the old couple had on her mother. Jessica knew that, although the younger girls might return to the hot spring, she would not. Looking at her mother, Jessica saw her mother thinking the same thing.
All the way home, Jessica, sitting in the back seat with Michelle and Kelly, watched her mother. Carol had been silent almost the whole way home; her only comments being short replies to Melissa's infrequent questions about the scenery. At the last rest stop an hour before, Jessica called Charlie and explained what was happening.
Charlie, very sympathetic to Carol's situation, quickly finished what work had to be done before the weekend and arranged to do the rest after the weekend. She talked to Jim, her husband, and he gave her some tickets to a water park he had won in a radio contest. He knew Charlie valued Carol's friendship and wanted to do something nice to distract Carol from her brooding. Charlie put on her swimsuit, grabbed a towel, and quickly drove over to Carol's house. Charlie had been waiting only 5 minutes before Carol pulled into the driveway.
"A trip to the water park does sound nice," Carol replied. "What do you think, girls?"
"YEAH," the three little girls cried out happily as Jessica smiled and nodded.
The girls, though they liked the hot bath at the resort, were kind of bored with it. The hike was fun and the game room was awesome, but overall, a water park was a hell of a lot more exciting. They were all for accepting Charlie's invitation.
"Thank you, Charlie. We accept. Just give us a few minutes to unload the car and get ready."
"You got it."
Carol and the three little girls went into the house to get ready as Jessica walked over to Charlie.
"Thank you, Charlie. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."
"Actually, I do. I like your mom a lot, Jessica. A lot. She is so like my sister. My sister died in a car accident two years ago. In your mom, I almost feel I have found my sister again. I would do anything to help her."
"So that is why you have been helping us so much. Anyway, about my idea for tomorrow, will it work? Is it plausible for the contest?"
"Yes," Charlie said with a small frown. "It will work. I do not like it because there is nothing we can do to alleviate the pain you will feel, but it will work. You will survive to the end and will be in tremendous pain throughout the whole procedure. Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I won't lie," Jessica said. "I am scared and I really do not like the idea of the pain, but in the end, this will be novel enough to help mom win and it will help others as well."
"I hate to say it, but you are right. This way may be enough to make your mom the winner. The problem is how your mom will take the news tomorrow morning."
"She will do what she needs to do. She is angry I am forcing her to do this, though. She had thought that she would quit and let herself be executed. After killing Kimberly last week, she had real doubts about killing me."
"Kimberly saw her death as an end to all her pain," Jessica continued. "Mother understood that and that helped her go through with it. I am not seeking death as a means to end pain. My reason is solely for the benefit of my little sisters. Mother thought she would take you up on your offer to help me raise them. I like you, Charlie and I think that, together, we could raise the girls. It is better, however, for mom to do it."
"I agree. I like you girls a lot. If your mother is like a sister to me, you girls are like my nieces. How did you convince her to kill you?"
"Underhandedly. I volunteered to become meat at my school's festival next month. I made it so I would die regardless of what mom does. If she kills me, however, she has the possibility of winning and negating her own execution."
"You sneaky bitch. That would never have occurred to me."
"I got the idea while talking to Kimberly last week. We thought I might need more incentive to keep mom in line."
"Well, it seems to be working. Now you should go get ready before your mom gets suspicious of us and our ulterior motives."
"You're right," Jessica said with a smile as she ran into the house.
-----
By 6:00pm, the three little girls were exhausted. They had been on every slide and ride at the park. The bumper boats were great fun. They really liked riding up to the edge of the pool and splashing their mom and Charlie.
Carol's mood had lightened considerably. Charlie had that effect, Carol realized. Although Charlie was almost ten years younger, the two women had a great deal in common. They liked the same music. They liked the same movies. They even liked the same foods. Carol mentioned, casually, that they were like sisters and Charlie almost snorted her soda through her nose.
Seeing the three little ones almost asleep on their feet, Charlie, Jessica, and Carol got them into the car and headed over to Charlie's house. They would spend the night there and, in the morning, Charlie would take Carol and Jessica to the studio.
Jim was delighted with having the little girls there for a day or three. He had always wanted children and, like his wife, was devastated when he found out a groin injury he suffered in high school had left him unable to reproduce. Having the girls around would make him very happy.
-----
It was 11:30pm. Carol sat at Charlie's kitchen table, drinking a cup of decaffeinated coffee. A noise behind her startled the woman from her thoughts and she relaxed only when she saw that it was Jessica.
"You should be asleep," Jessica scolded. "You have a big day tomorrow."
"Your one to talk," Carol retorted.
"What are you thinking about," Jessica asked.
"What do you think? You. I called your school."
"And," Jessica asked. She had expected this.
"I tried to invalidate your volunteer status."
"It didn't work, did it?"
"No," Carol answered grudgingly. "I do not like this, Jessica. I do not like my hand being forced. You had a full life ahead of you. I didn't want to kill Kimberly and I don't want to kill you."
"The reason you couldn't invalidate the volunteer status is because I am 18."
"That's right."
"As for the rest, as for forcing your hand, I am sorry. It was necessary, but I am still sorry. Michelle, Melissa, and Kelly need you. They don't need me or Charlie. They need you. Kimberly and I did this because we understand that. Charlie understood that and that is why she suggested it."
"Aren't you scared, Jessie?"
"Scared? I fucking terrified. I don't like pain and I am not trying to escape a life full of misery like Kimberly was."
"Then why do it?"
"As scared as I am of dying tomorrow, I am even more scared of raising my little sisters. I do not have the patience to do it right. I would ruin them. I am absolutely terrified that I would cause them irreparable harm through my incompetence and ignorance. I cannot do that to them. Especially not when I have the chance to give them what they really need."
"Oh, Jessie."
"No, mom. I know you do not want to do this. This is, however, the lesser of two evils. Doing this will help Michelle, Kelly, and Melissa have a better life. I know it and that is why I am committed to seeing this through. I asked you to promise earlier this week. You did, but without understanding why I am doing this. So, I ask again. Will you promise to continue and see this through? Will you kill me and not waver? Please promise me you will."
"Okay, Jessie," Carol said as the tears started to flow. "I promise I will kill you tomorrow. I promise I will not waver."
"Thank you, mom. Now, we should get to bed. It is going to be a long day tomorrow."
"Yes, dear," Carol replied as she put her coffee cup in the dishwasher.
Without further words, the two women went to bed.
----------
Saturday
Saturday morning came quickly. Carol woke to the sunlight streaming in through the window. Looking at the clock, she saw it was 6:15am. Thinking about what she would be doing to her daughter in a short four hours brought tears to her eyes again. She was still crying when Charlie knocked on the door 15 minutes later.
"Knock, knock," Charlie said as she opened the door.
"Good morning Charlie," Carol said through her tears.
"Oh, you're already awake," Charlie replied. "Did you get any sleep?"
"Yes; about five hours."
"I would love to let you sleep more, but we need to get you and Jessica ready. We will need to leave in two hours. We are going a bit farther than before."
Carol nodded. She was curious as to what Charlie meant, but was disinclined to pursue the matter. Getting out of bed, she put on her bathrobe and followed the other woman into the hallway.
"Shower," Carol asked.
"You can use the bathroom in my bedroom," Charlie said. "This way, your shower will not be interrupted by the girls as they get up.
"What about Jim?"
"He had some errands he had to run before we leave. He will be back in about an hour."
"Ok. And Charlie?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks. Last Saturday? Today? I do not know how I would be able to handle them if you were not here."
"Nonsense. We are friends, Carol. Good friends. I talked with Jim last night and we agreed. You and the little girls should spend the week here."
"What," Carol asked, surprised.
"Well, we just thought it might be a little difficult for you; going back to the house so soon. You are welcome to stay here."
"I don't know, Charlie. I will talk it over with the girls. Thanks for the offer, though. It means a lot."
Carol went through the master bedroom and into the shower. She turned on the cold water and let it pour over her as she sunk to her knees, sobbing. Charlie, hearing the pained cries of her friend, did all she could. She waited.
Ten minutes later, the sound of the water changed and Charlie knew her friend had begun washing herself. It was 6:45am; time to wake Jessica. Charlie walked into the 18-year-old's room and he heart lurched.
Jessica was lying, nude, on the comforter on the bed. She had three fingers stuffed inside her pussy and was snoring gently. It didn't take a genius to realize the girl had fallen asleep while masturbating.
"C'mon, sweetie," Charlie said as she gently shook Jessica. "It's time to get up."
"Huh," Jessica asked as she slowed opened her eyes.
"It is time to get up. We need to get you cleaned up and ready to go. Your mother is already in the shower."
Jessica suddenly realized her position and sat up straight, her beautiful breasts bouncing.
"Oh my god," Jessica said. "I am sorry, Charlie."
"For what," Charlie asked. "Masturbating? I do it too. All the time."
"But I shouldn't be aroused. I am going to die today."
"Whoever put that thought into your head is full of shit. It is because you are going to die today that you should be masturbating as much as possible. One, it takes the edge off of your nerves. Two, it makes you feel good. We both know you are going to go through hell today. So to balance that, if possible, you should do whatever it takes to feel good while you can."
"Oh. I hadn't thought of it that way."
"I just wish you had told me that you wanted to do that," Charlie said as she opened the bottom drawer of the dresser, revealing eight or ten vibrators and dildoes.
"Wow," Jessica said.
"Like I said, I masturbate a lot. But now is not really the time to do this. Let's get you cleaned up and out."
"Out?"
"Yes dear," Charlie said. "I need to give you an enema; probably several of them."
"I am not sure I like that," Jessica said with a smirk.
"Kimberly did not either," Charlie said. "But she did understand it was necessary. You do, too, right?"
"Yes. Can't have me making an unanticipated mess as I die."
"Correct."
"Well," Jessica said with a resigned sigh, "let's get it over with."
-----
At 8:15am, both Carol and Jessica were clean and ready to go. Neither was really looking forward to this, but they understood that, as Jessica said the night before, it was the lesser of two evils. Jim had returned 20 minutes before and was preparing breakfast for the little girls when they awoke.
"I almost want to go wake up the girls, myself," Jessica said.
"Why don't you," Charlie asked. "They would love to say goodbye."
"No," Jessica replied. "We said our goodbyes last night. It would be a teary scene and I am not sure I could keep my composure."
"I understand," Carol said. "Kimberly felt the same way."
"If that is the case, then we should go. It is time."
Charlie gave Jim a kiss goodbye. Jim, surprising everyone gave Jessica a kiss on the cheek.
"Good luck, kiddo. It was a great pleasure knowing you."
Jessica blushed a deep scarlet and Charlie, throwing a bemused smirk at Jim, hustled Jessica and Carol out to the car. After one last look back at the house, Jessica climbed into the back seat.
"We ready," Charlie asked.
"No," Carol answered, "but we have no more time. Let's go."
"Yeah," Jessica agreed. "Let's go."
-----
Forty minutes later, it dawned on Carol that they were not going to the studio.
"Um, Charlie," Carol said, "you mentioned it earlier, but I forgot to ask. You said we were going further than before. Where are we going?"
Charlie looked in the rearview mirror and saw the shrug Jessica threw her. There was no harm in telling Carol now. The woman would have to find out, eventually.
"We are going to MacPherson's," Charlie replied. "Shane and the crew will meet us there."
"MacPherson's? The meat processing facility?"
"Yes."
"What are we.....oh no. No, no, no."
"Yes, mom," Jessica said. "You promised."
"Did you know about this, Jessica?"
"Actually," Charlie said, "it was her idea."
"Um, yeah," Jessica mumbled.
"I am going to cook you?"
"After a bit," Jessica said.
"After...what have you got planned, Jessie?"
"Well, do you remember Mrs. Jacobsen?"
"Yes. she was your teacher last year that had been in that horrible accident. If I remember correctly, she was horribly burned."
"You remember correctly," Jessica said. "She was horribly burned. They would have been able to do surgery to correct that, but there was not enough real skin available."
"Real skin? Wait a minute, Jessie. Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?"
"Only if you are thinking that you are going to skin me alive."
"Wait a minute, Jessie," Carol said in a shaking voice that betrayed her fear. "I cannot skin you, much less skin you alive. I have never done anything like that."
"You can, and will, skin me. They have stimulants they can give me that will keep me alive and alert. You will be wearing an earpiece and someone will guide you through the process."
"But...."
"No, mom," Jessica said. "This is it. this is the lesser of two evils we talked about, mom. Before you skin me, you will cut out my pussy and cut off my breasts. Then you will skin me from the neck down. They will send my skin to a medical facility where it can be used for skin grafts."
"After I am skinned," Jessica continued, "you will put me in a pot of water and boil me. You can do with my pussy and breasts what you want. I recommend grilling. Once I am dead, you will cut off my head."
"Oh, Jessie, I know I promised, but I am not sure I can do that. That will be an insane amount of pain for you."
"Yes. It will. It will also, however, be a big draw, I think. Over the last two weeks, I have searched fetish sites and the more graphic, you are, the better you will do, I bet. No one would ever admit they like watching young girls die in horrible pain, but anonymously? I bet they would. They would want to see more so they would vote from their heart if they knew their vote would not be traced to them."
"Charlie," Carol pleaded. "Please tell her she is wrong. There has to be a better way."
"I would love to," Charlie said as she shook her head sadly, "but I cannot. She is right. The studies done show many have a huge fantasy of causing horrendous pain in others. It is a fantasy and most would never do it in real life, but almost all would get off on seeing someone else cause horrendous pain to another person; especially if that other person is a relative. There is something these people find irresistable in watching one family member physically destroy another family member."
"So they would love watching me skin my own daughter alive?"
"Yes," Charlie and Jessica said in unison.
Carol sighed heavily and began to cry again. This was too much. She wanted to quit; to refuse to go along with it. She would much rather die than cause this level of pain to her daughter. The problem, though, was that even if she did quit, Jessica would still die in three weeks. That damned school festival.
"Okay," Carol agreed half-heartedly. "You win, Jessie. I will do as you say. But I want you to know it may be a while before I can forgive you for this."
"That's okay, mom," Jessica replied as she leaned into the front seat and kissed Carol on the cheek. "I will take comfort in the fact that I am doing everything I can to help Kelly, Melissa, and Michelle. If you could think clearly, you would understand this as well."
"Oh," Carol said, "I understand. I just hate that you manipulated me into this position."
"Would you have done it if I hadn't ensured that I would die either way?"
"I don't know. Probably not."
"Probably? You definitely would not have gone through with this. The problem is that you love all of us too much. You keep thinking there has to be a way to save everyone, but there isn't. And while you are looking for this non-existant solution, time is running out."
Charlie was impressed. She knew and had known for a while that Carol was just as Jessica described. The fact that Jessica not only knew this about her mother, but planned accordingly in order to make sure her mother did the right thing was amazing.
"I thought you said the other finalist would be performing today as well."
"She will," Charlie answered. "They are also going to be at the plant. I am out of the loop, though, and I do not know what that mother will do."
"Out of the loop," Carol asked. "Aren't you running this show?"
"Not this time. I cannot. After last week, I talked with the producers and told them the whole story. Because I want you to win, so badly, we all agreed that a conflict of interest existed and I backed out."
"I could offer advice," Charlie continued, "but I have nothing to do with the scoring or filming. When Jessica called me earlier this week with her idea about the processing plant, I passed it on and the producers loved it. That was where my involvement ended."
The women rode in silence for the rest of the trip. Jessica sat in the back seat, worrying about her mother. This had been a hell of a shock and Carol was not handling it as well as Jessica had hoped. She knew that her mother would object, but she thought Carol would come around after a few minutes of explanation.
Charlie was also worried about Carol. Carol knew her daughter would die regardless of what she did, but the question was one of pain. Would Jessica's death at the festival be easier or harder than her death at her mother's hands?
If it would be easier, Charlie knew Carol would not go through with the program. The problem was that no one could answer that question. Carol could guess all she wanted, but there was no real way of knowing how Jessica would die at the festival. They all knew girls were often used in torture games before being delived to the kitchens. The girls in those torture games often felt more pain that Jessica would if Carol went along with the plan.
-----
From the outside, MacPherson's plant looked very unimposing. It was a 5-story-tall building painted gray. There were no windows on the ground floor. The doors were steel doors without windows.
There was a loading bay where trucks would back in and deliver their load of meat. The bay doors were always closed, however, unless a delivery was being made. This being Saturday, there would be no deliveries.
There would, in fact, be only a handful of employees present to help with any of the machines either mother might need. There was also a safety tech to ensure no one got hurt. Well, no one but the girls being cooked, that was.
As the three women entered the building, Jessica hesitated at the door as she gazed up at the sky. It took a moment, but Carol and Charlie noticed that Jessica was not following them. When they saw her at the door, they were concerned when they saw tears rolling down the teenager's face.
"Jessica," Carol asked; he concern evident in her voice.
"No, mom," Jessica said. "I am fine. It just hit me that this is the last time I will ever look at the clouds. I just wanted to take a good last look."
"I understand," Carol said.
"We are a few minutes early," Charlie said. "Why don't the two of you sit out here for a bit? I will come get you when we are ready."
"Thanks, Charlie," Jessica said as she sat on the curb, looking up into the sky.
Carol nodded mutely and Charlie went inside. There was a pleasant breeze blowing and it was a moderate 65 degrees. It really was a beautiful day. Carol sat down next to Jessica.
"You know, mom," Jessica asked, "as it gets closer and closer, I find myself more and more confused. I am scared out of my wits, yet there is a part of me that says this is the best thing I could ever do. It is that part of me that is keeping me going."
"I think I understand," Carol said. "Last Saturday, when I was ki...with Kimberly, my heart hurt so much. The knowledge that that would be an end to Kimberly's pain was the only thing that allowed me to keep my promise."
"What is allowing you to keep your promise this time?"
"I don't know," Carol said as her tears began to flow. "Maybe it is this: I was thinking it would be better for me to die today and let you go to the festival. I knew that you would die there, but I thought that it would be a better death than having me kill you."
"But....."
"But," Carol interrupted, "then I remembered Missy McAfee. Do you remember her?"
"Wasn't she my babysitter when I was Michelle's age?"
"That is right. She was seventeen then. She was drafted as meat at her highschool festival. Before she went to the kitchen, though, they used her as a target for a dart game. The darts were filled with spices that would be used when she was cooked. Although she was in terrible pain, she survived the game, and they took her to the electricity tent for a contest there. Before she was done, she had been in 11 torture games. She was alive and in terrible pain. It lasted for six hours before they delivered her to the kitchen."
"Wow."
"Although is it not common that a meat girl get tortured to that extent prior to cooking, it is not all that uncommon, either. That thought is all that is allowing me to keep my promise to you. You will be in terrible pain while I am 'processing' you, but there is a time limit in this contest. The whole process is limited to an hour."
"What?"
"What I mean," Carol said, "is that from the time I start, you will only have 60 minutes left of life."
"Wow. That actually helps me a lot."
"Really?"
"Yes," Jessica replied. "I was worried that I would be in unspeakable pain for three or four hours."
"Nope," Charlie said as she came back outside. "You will not last that long. They did extend the time limit for the finals, but only by 30 minutes. So, instead of 60 minutes, your mom will have 90 minutes to kill you."
"Still better than three hours."
"That is true," Charlie replied. "Now, I am sorry to put a damper on things out here, but they are ready for us inside. Are you two ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," Jessica replied.
"Um, yeah. Same here," Carol agreed quietly.
They turned and went into the building.
Author
Topic: Special Pictorial II - Story (Read 2087 times)