Special Pictorial

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.

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Special Pictorial

by Azalel

Based on a story by Mamabliss

(used with permission)

       Carol stood at the table, looking at the letter.  She had just received her notification.  She was 35 and was scheduled to be executed on her 36th birthday in four weeks.  Carol didn't know what to do.  Her husband was dead and there was no one else to take care of the three youngest children: Michelle, Kelly, and Melissa.  Jessica, at age 17, and Kimberly, at age 18, should be fine, but they were still not ready to take care of their siblings.  Michelle was 5 years old, Kelly was 7 years old, and Melissa was 8 years old.  There had to be a way out of this mess.

       The phone rang.  Carol was in no mood to talk to anyone but she knew she should still answer the phone.

       "Hello," Carol said as she picked up the phone.

       "Hi, Carol," the voice on the other end of the line said.  "This is Charlie.  I do not know if you remember me, but I was in charge of the video shoot at the mother-daughter barbecue last month."

       "Oh, hi, Charlie," Carol replied.  "I do remember you.  You had on the lovely blue outfit with the white ruffles, right?"

       "Yes," Charlie said, relieved that Carol remembered her.  That would make this easier.  "Well, we are doing another mother-daughter barbecue this month and everyone seemed to like you and Kimberly so I am calling to invite you two back."

       "I'm so...sorry, Charlie," Carol said as she began to cry, "but now i..is not a g..good time."

       "Hey," Charlie said sympathetically, "are you okay, Carol?  You sound distraught.  I know that talking over the phone is not great, so if you want to talk about it, I can come over if you like."

       Carol thought back to the barbecue.  Everyone was rushed due to the late notification, but Charlie, the coordinator, was a beacon of calm in a sea of madness.  Charlie had been so kind and understanding.  Maybe talking to Charlie would make her feel better.

       "That sounds good, Charlie," Carol said.  "I would really appreciate it if you could come over."

       "Sure thing, sweetie.  You still live on Madison?"

       "Yes," Carol replied. "2374 Madison."

       "Ok.  I will be there in about 20 minutes."

       "Thanks, Charlie.  I really appreciate it."

       After Carol hung up, she rushed upstairs to take a shower.  She had been crying all morning and she knew she looked like a horror movie victim.  Twenty minutes and one shower later, Carol came downstairs, a towel wrapped around her head as she heard a knock on the door.

       "Hi, Charlie," Carol said as she opened the door.  "Thanks for coming over."

       "Not a problem, sweetie.  I am always ready to help out a friend, even if all I can do is listen."

       "Well," Carol said dejectedly, "that may be all you can do in this situation.  I have coffee in the kitchen, would you like a cup?"

       "I would love a cup.  It is still only 10:00am so I shouldn't have to worry."

       "Coffee give you problems?"

       "Only after noon," Charlie said with a chuckle.  "If I drink any coffee after noon, I do not sleep well at night."

       

       The two women went into the kitchen.  Charlie sat down as Carol went to make a fresh pot for the two of them.  Charlie could not help but notice the letter on the table.  She had seen plenty of them before and now she understood Carol's behavior. 

       Looking around the kitchen, Charlie saw pictures of Carol's daughters.  Five daughters, three still very young.  Getting notified that you were going to be executed while you had three helpless girls at home was enough to rattle any woman.

       Seeing the pictures of Kimberly and another daughter close to Kimberly's age, Charlie had an idea.  It was not a pretty idea, but it might be worth it to Carol to consider it in this situation.  As Carol returned to the table with the two cups of coffee, Charlie decided to let Carol bring up the letter.  Better to go slow with this.

       

       "So, Carol," Charlie said as she took a sip of her coffee, "what is the problem?  I have known you for a while and you have never sounded as disturbed as you were earlier."

       "This is the problem," Carol said as she waved at the letter on the table.  "I have been notified that I am to report to the processing center in four weeks.  I will be executed and then processed as meat."

       "We all go through this, dear," Charlie said sympathetically.  "I am sorry.  Is there anything I can do to help?"

       "I don't know, Charlie.  I just don't know.  Neither Kimberly, nor Jessica are mature enough to take care of their little sisters.  They could probably do it if they worked together, but they never would.  They don't hate each other, but they rarely see eye-to-eye on anything.  I just keep thinking there has to be a way out of this."

       "Hmmm," Charlie said thoughtfully.  She had to be careful.  She knew a possible way out, but it meant a sacrifice that Carol may not be willing to make.  "I think I know of a way, but.....no.  It is not something I could recommend."

       "What?  What is it?  I may not be able to do it, but I would like to hear any suggestions you can offer."

       "Well, you know I film the mother-daughter barbecues, right?"

       "Yes," Carol said.  "Kimberly loved it when we went to the one last month.  She had so much fun.  She loves teasing people who underestimate her."

       "What?"

       "She like the look on people's faces when they realize she is 18 years old."

       "What?  Wait a minute.  She's 18?"

       "Yes.  Her birthday was ten months ago."

       "No way!  I thought she was 14 or so."

       "She would love to hear that," Carol said with a slight smile.  She was right.  Talking with Charlie was helping her to feel better.  "She is so small and her breasts are almost non-existent.  Most people take her for a 13-year-old or 14-year-old."

       "Damn," Charlie said.  "That is what I thought.  A lot of our viewers of the barbecue video thought so too.  They really liked her."

       "She was a bit nervous when I told her that clothing was forbidden at the barbecue, but after meeting that girl, Miranda, she loosened up."

       "I see," Charlie said.  "Anyway, you know I film these barbecues.  Well, I also film a show a friend of mine is producing.  It is a contest of sorts.  The contestants are mothers like you who are scheduled for execution.  There are two rounds and the winner of the two rounds gets released from her execution."

       "Released?"

       "I mean that their execution orders are nullified," Charlie explained.  "The winner is removed from the snuffee lottery and the execution database.  If you win, you will never be notified that you have to be snuffed.  If you choose to volunteer, though, then that is up to you."

       Kimberly woke from a pleasant dream.  It was about that barbecue she and her mother attended a month ago.  That girl, Miranda, sure was fun.  Kimberly had interested in playing, but Miranda, thinking Kimberly was 13 or so, was hesitant.  It wasn't until Carol had explained to Miranda that, yes, Kimberly was really 18 years old, that Miranda relented. 

       Kimberly thought that being small made teasing people very easy, but it had some serious drawbacks.  For one thing, Jessica, had passed her in size when Jessica was nine years old.  Kimberly was never going to catch up, either.  She realized that whenever she saw her younger sister that was a full foot taller.

       Things always seemed to happen to Jessica first.  Jessica got boobs first.  Jessica got her period first.  Actually, Kimberly didn't mind that one.  But Jessica was allowed to drive and Kimberly was not.  The DMV thought she was too short to be able to see over the steering effectively.  Although Kimberly had to grudgingly admit that was true, she still thought it was unfair.

       Deciding she had wallowed in misery long enough, Kimberly got up and got dressed.  It was almost 10:30 and she was going to meet Emily and Theresa at the mall at noon.  That gave Kimberly just enough time to get something to eat and catch the bus to the mall if her mom couldn't give her a ride.

       Walking downstairs, Kimberly heard voices in the kitchen.  As she prepared to walk into the kitchen, she caught the words 'execution orders'.  That gave her pause.  Knowing what that meant, she hid behind the wall in order to hear more.  Maybe now would not be a good time to ask her mom for a ride.

       "This contest sounds good so far," Carol said.  "What's the catch?  If you said you could not recommend it, the catch has to be a big one."

       "It's a snuff contest," Charlie mumbled unintelligibly.

       "What?  I didn't hear you."

       "It is a snuff contest," Charlie said with a sigh.  "The mothers snuff their daughters and if they impress the panel of judges with the performance, they move on to round two.  Then they do the same thing and if they beat the performance of the other finalist, they win."

       "I would have to kill my daughter?"

       "Two of them, really.  And given the ages of your children, it would have to be Kimberly and Jessica.  No one would want to see you kill a little girl.  Now do you see why I couldn't recommend it?"

       "Why would anyone do that?"

       "Because," Charlie said, "the winner would be allowed to live and do whatever they wanted.  In your case, it would allow you to raise the little ones.  You wouldn't have to worry if Kimberly and Jessica could manage it without you."

       "That's insane."

       "You asked if I had any ideas.  I did.  But as I said, I cannot recommend it."

       "And what would happen if I got to the second round and did not win?  I would have killed Kimberly and Jessica and would still be executed on my 36th birthday.  There would still be no one to take care of Michelle, Kelly, and Melissa."

       "Normally," Charlie said, "that would be true.  On the other hand, I know of a good couple who, despite being unable to have children of their own, still want them.  If you made it to the second round and lost, then the money received from the auction of your daughters' bodies would go to the couple and they would raise your remaining daughters."

       "And who is this couple?"

       "My husband and me.  I am barren.  I cannot have children. I will promise you this, though.  If you attempt this and fail, I will raise Michelle, Kelly, and Melissa for you.  But I cannot pressure you.  This decision is yours alone."

       

       Kimberly jumped when a hand touched her shoulder.

       "What's up 'little' sister?"

       "Damn you, Jessica," Kimberly whispered as she smiled.  Jessica was the only one who could get away with calling her 'little'.  For some reason, Kimberly sensed there was no malice behind it and it didn't hurt.  "You almost gave me a heart attack."

       "Sorry, sorry," Jessica said to her older sister in a placating manner.  "What's going on in there?  It is not like you to eavesdrop on someone."

       "Mommy got her execution orders this morning."

       "Damn," Jessica said.  "And who is that other woman?"

       "That is Charlie, the woman that filmed the barbecue mommy and I went to last month.  She was telling mom about a possible way out of her execution."

       "Really?  How could she do that?"

       "There is a contest where, if mom wins, her orders are cancelled permanently.  If she wins, she could live until she dies of old age."

       "Cool.  Then, she should do it."

       "Ahhh," Kimberly said.  "But there is a catch.  It is a snuff contest.  Mommy would have to kill two of her daughters; you and me.  If she gets the highest rating in the first round, then she goes on to the second round.  If she wins the second round, she is free."

       "Why would she risk this?"

       "Because if she is executed, then it falls to you and me to raise our younger sisters."

       "I see," Jessica said.  "And we have no skills.  We would suck as parents.  Now I understand."

       "By the way, what are you doing home?  Didn't you have mid-terms today?"

       "Yep, but I finished early and they let me go home.  Same with you?"

       "Nope," Kimberly said.  "I had no tests today.  I finished mine yesterday.  Now shush, I want to hear this."

       Charlie and Carol sat in silence for a few minutes.  Charlie knew what was going through the older woman's head.  It was a chance to take care of her three youngest daughters.  not a great chance, but a chance.

       Getting up from the table, Carol refilled the coffee mugs and sat back down.  Could she just kill her two oldest daughters?  Could she?  And Charlie was wrong.  It was not Carol's decision alone.  Kimberly and Jessica would have to know about it.  Carol would easily overpower Kimberly, but Jessica was another story.

       "I don't know, Charlie," Carol said.  "I would have to talk this over with Kimberly and Jessica.  I understand what you said, but I could not do this if they did not agree to it."

       

       Kimberly looked up at her younger sister.  Jessica understood that her mother was having a hard time with this, but it really was the best option for the little girls.  Looking down at Kimberly, Jessica saw her older sister smile and nod.  Jessica agreed.  They had to do this.

       "Then, let's do it," Jessica said as she and Kimberly walked into the kitchen.

       "Wh-wh-what?  What are you two doing home," Carol asked, horrified that they had heard the conversation.

       "I had no mid-term tests today and Jessica finished up early," Kimberly said.  "We have heard enough of this contest to know that it is likely the best chance of getting Melissa, Michelle, and Kelly into a good home. 

       "And what happens if I fail to get past the first round?"

       "Well," Kimberly said with a smile, "you will do me first.  If we fail on the first round, then there will be no need to kill Jessica.  She is big enough that she probably could manage if she had a little help.  She could probably get one of our neighbors to watch the girls while she is at work."

       

       Charlie looked at the girls.  Despite knowing the truth, she was still having a hard time seeing Kimberly as an adult.  The girl was around four feet tall and couldn't have weighed more than 80 pounds soaking wet. 

       Jessica, on the hand, was around 5'6" tall and probably weighed about 115 pounds.  Carol was right.  If Jessica decided to fight, thing could get very difficult.  Things would go much better if the girls agreed.

       Carol was having a hard time understanding this.  Her two eldest daughters had just volunteered to be killed by their own mother?  She was stunned.  She would never have thought the two would ever agree on anything, much less something this serious.

       "A-a-are you sure," Carol asked her daughters.  "I-I-I mean if we agree to this, this is permanent.  I will k-k-kill you."

       "I understand, mommy," Kimberly said lovingly.  "I do.  And Jessica understands as well.  But if we die and you win, then you will be able to take care of Kelly, Melissa, and Michelle.  That sounds worth it to me."

       "And me too," Jessica added.

       "Wow," Charlie said.  "You girls are something else.  Let me up the ante a bit if I may.  Jessica, Kimberly said that if your mom lost in the first round, you could, with help, raise the little girls. Is that right?"

       "Yes," Jessica said.  "If the girls had a baby sitter I could trust, I could finish school and get a job.  I would need a little help learning to cook, but I think I could manage."

       "Then this is what I propose.  Should you fail in the first round, Carol, I will help out as the babysitter for the little girls.  I will also teach Jessica how to cook."

       "Okay," Carol said as she looked from Kimberly, to Jessica, to Charlie.  "I guess we will do this.  When do we have to do it?  The first round, I mean?"

       "Well, considering the time limitations the contest is already underway, we will be able to add you as a contestant, but you would have to do it this Saturday."

       "But that is only two days away," Carol objected.

       "It's okay, mommy," Kimberly said.  "I am ready."

       "I am sorry," Charlie said.  "But it will have to be that soon.  It will take two days to tally the scores and I will let you know on Monday if you will proceed to round two.  If you do, then you will have to kill Jessica next Saturday."

       "A-a-are you really sure, honey," Carol asked Kimberly.

       "Yes, mommy.  I am really sure."

       "Oh," exclaimed Charlie.  "I almost forgot.  I have these letters for you.  They are from the viewers of the barbecue video.  They really liked you two.  That was why I wanted you two in the next video."

       "Oh, look, mommy," Kimberly said excitedly.  "Lots of letters and they are addressed to you and me."

       "Okay, ladies," Charlie said.  "I hate to say it, but I do have to go.  I will pick you two up on Saturday morning, Carol.  I don't think you should have to drive after doing this."

       "Kimberly," Carol said, "why don't you take those letters up to your room?  I am going to walk Charlie out to her car."

       "Okay, mommy.  I have to call my friends first and cancel our mall date."

       

       Kimberly went to make her calls as Jessica and Carol walked Charlie to her car.

       "I know you are still uncertain about this, Carol," Charlie said.  I honestly cannot blame you.  This is a tough decision for any parent to make.  I do, however, think it is the right one."

       "I know, Charlie.  I just wish there were other options."

       "Don't worry, mom," Jessica said.  "Kim knows what she is doing.  She would never tell you, but I think she is actually wanting to do this.  And not only because it would help our sisters."

       "What do you mean," Charlie asked.

       "Well, you know how small she is.  She jokes about it a lot, but when she thinks no one is watching, she cries.  She hates being small.  Teasing people is the only way she can convince herself that there is something good about her size."

       "Oh, baby....." Carol said sadly.

       "The kids at school tease her about it all the time.  When we were in middle school, no one wanted her on their team during gym.  She wanted to be a cheerleader at one point, but the cheerleaders gave her such a hard time about her size that she dropped it."

       "No boy will date her because they are afraid their friends will make fun of them because they are dating a 'child'.  Her friends don't even like her.  They put up with her because they feel sorry for her and it makes them feel good to cater to the 'shrimp'.  No, mom.  Kim is not doing this against her wishes.  She is doing it because this will end the misery she endures everywhere but at home."

       "Why is she so small," Charlie asked.  "Do you know?"

       "Yes," Carol replied.  When I was six months along with her, I was in a terrible car accident.  A drunk driver ran a red light and hit me.  My car was totaled and I was pinned behind the steering wheel.  The paramedics were able to get me out, but in the process, my water broke and I entered labor."

       "Dear god," Charlie said.  "Three months early?"

       "Yes.  The doctors were sure she was not going to make it.  They kept her in the hospital for two months and then allowed me to take her home.  They gave me a checklist of how to take care of her.  I followed it to the letter and she survived." 

       "But," Carol continued, "she was like most babies that experience a premature birth.  She was small for her age.  After a thorough examination, the doctor found nothing wrong but her size.  He had me read a book about preemies.  I found that most preemies are like that."

       "In fact, I had to hold her back a year in school because she was too small to hold the pencil properly.  That is why Kimberly and Jessica are in the same grade.  If she can find something good in this, then I am okay with it.  I will miss her, but she will not feel bad anymore."

       "I will be by on Saturday morning to pick you two up around 8:00," Charlie said as she nodded.  This was the hardest thing she ever did, but she knew it was for a good cause.  "The shoot will start at 10:00am."

       "We will be ready," Carol said.  "Should we do anything to prepare?"

       "No," Charlie replied.  "We will take care of that at the studio."

       "Okay.  Goodbye, Charlie.  And thank you."

       "Oh, one last thing," Charlie said.  "I almost forgot.  The girls snuffed by their mothers must be at least 18 for this to be legal.  How old are you, Jessica?"

       "I turn 18 next Tuesday."

       "Then there is no problem.  I will see you Saturday, Carol.  Goodbye."

       Kimberly was upstairs crying.  Her friends just did not understand.  When she told them that she couldn't go to the mall, they just ripped on her, calling her a little kid and other mean things.  They would never understand that, because Kimberly would be dead in about 48 hours, she wanted to spend as much time with her family as possible.

       Hearing the front door close, Kimberly decided to take a shower before her mom and sister saw her.  Kimberly did not want them to know she had been crying.  Grabbing a towel, she disappeared into the bathroom.

       Jessica, coming up to see Kimberly, entered her older sister's room.  Immediately, she knew there was a problem.  The phone was across the room, the handset lying on the floor.  Looking in the wastebasket, Jessica was not surprised to see the used tissues. 

       Jessica's sister's 'friends' were less then subtle when it came to showing their displeasure with Kimberly.  They probably said something horrible and made Kimberly cry.  That was the reason for the shower.  It would give Kimberly time to calm dawn and wash away the signs of the tears.

       Jessica shook her head in anger and left the room as it was.  It would not do to let her sister know that Jessica knew how miserable she was.  Kimberly was normally very good about hiding her pain.  This secret was one that Kimberly should be allowed to keep.

       Once she was in the kitchen, Jessica got a glass of chocolate milk and sat at the table.

       "Where's your sister," Carol asked.  "I thought you were going to read the letters with her."        

       "Kim's in the shower so I thought I would wait."

       "Are you sure about those things you told me and Charlie?  I mean about how Kimberly feels.  She never tells me anything about her feelings."

       "I'm sure," Jessica replied.  "Please don't tell her, but I think that we are the only real friends she has.  That is also part of her acceptance of this.  It is a way she can help those that truly matter to her." 

       "I am going to keep your little sisters out of school tomorrow.  I was thinking of going to the beach.  We could have a picnic and play in the water.  Then, if the little ones are not too tired, we could go to a movie and have dinner at a restaurant."

       "That sounds great, mom," Jessica said with a smile.  "Count me in."

       "Count you in on what, little sister," Kimberly said as she came into the kitchen and, sitting on Jessica's lap, finished off the younger sister's chocolate milk.

       "Dammit, Kim," Jessica said indignantly as she pushed her sister onto the floor, "that was mine."

       "Did you see that, mommy," Kimberly asked innocently.  "Child abuse.  I think we should call the SPCA on her."

       Everyone laughed at Kimberly's joke but Jessica was concerned.  It was only when Kimberly was really hurt that she started on the jokes at her own expense.  Jessica knew it was a way of dealing with the pain.  Yes; a day of fun was just what Kimberly needed.

       "We're talking about a picnic tomorrow," Jessica said.  "Mom is going to keep our sisters home from school and we are going to the beach for a picnic.  Mom was also thinking about a dinner and a movie for tomorrow night."

       "Wow," Kimberly said excitedly.  "That does sound great."

       "Then it is a done deal," Carol said.  "I am going to go call your sisters' school and explain that they will be absent."

       "Um..." Kimberly began hesitantly.  "What are we going to tell them about why we are going on a picnic tomorrow."

       "Hmmmm," Carol said thoughtfully.  "Let me think on it and I will have something by the time they get home this afternoon.  After I call the school, I am going to take a nap.  I have to say that I do not fully understand why you would want to go through with Charlie's plan, but if you do....."

       "I do," both daughters said simultaneously.

       "Then," Carol continued, " we will do this.  Just do not expect me to like it.  I am sorry, but I will need a little time to think this over."

       "I understand, mommy," Kimberly said.  "Do you want to take some of the letters with you?  The ones that Charlie brought with her?  They might cheer you up."

       "You know?  I think I will take a few of them," Carol said.  "Right about now, I could use something to cheer me up."

       Kimberly handed half the stack to her mother and her mother left.

       "I missed that barbecue," Jessica said.

       "You were too young.  It was 18 and over only."

       "Let me read some of your letters."

       "Okay," Kimberly agreed.  "Let's go up to my room."

       The sisters went up to Kimberly's room and spent the next three hours reading the letters.  Some of them were very descriptive and others had pictures to go with them.  Kimberly set a few ot the letters aside to show her mother later.  There was one, by a man who went by the name David647, that was particularly interesting.

       "What does he mean, you were hot together?"

       "Oh," Kimberly giggled.  "After I had sex with this one girl named Miranda, I somehow ended up licking mommy's pussy.  Everyone seemed to like it and it tasted good.  Kinda sweet."

       "Holy shit," Jessica exclaimed.  "You actually licked mom's pussy?  That is incest."

       "Jessica, the day after tomorrow, mommy is going to kill me.  Who cares about incest?"

       "Hmmm," Jessica said thoughtfully.  "Good point."

       They xontinued reading the letter and laughed at a few while they were amazed by some of the pictures some of the viewers sent.  More than a few were from women.

       At 2:45pm, there was a knock on Kimberly's door.

       "Can I come in, honey," Carol asked.

       "Sure, mommy," Kimberly replied.

       "I thought of what we are going to tell your sisters."

       "Oh," Jessica asked.  "What are we going to say?"

       "We will tell them that I got a call this morning informing me that both you and Kimberly were selected from the pool.  Kimberly will be processed this Saturday and you will be processed next Saturday."

       "But if you don't make it to the second round....."

       "Then I will receive a second call next week telling me that it was a mistake and it was a different Jessica Allen that they needed to notify.  They saw that Kimberly had a sister, Jessica Allen and assumed you were the one selected.  They then found that their Jessica Allen had a different address."

       "That sounds pretty good, mommy," Kimberly said.  "That should work."

       Carol took a moment to look at her daughters.  Anyone who looked at them would have sworn that Jessica was the elder of the two.  She was more than a foot taller than her older sister.  Also, Kimberly still called her 'mommy' where Jessica called her 'mom'. 

Kimberly's speech and her size made her seem years younger than she was.  Carol would have to make sure that she had paperwork proving Kimberly was 18 to Charlie on Saturday.  Carol did not want anyone getting into trouble over this.

       "Ok," Carol said.  "Well, your sisters will be home in about an hour.  I have already talked to the school and they are excused for tomorrow.  How are things going in here?"

       "Good, mommy," Kimberly said with a smile.  "I have a letter I would like you to look at."

       "Here it is," she continued as she handed the letter to her mother.  "It is from a David647.  I think we could use that letter in the show on Saturday."

       Carol took a moment to read the letter.  She was not happy about it, but it did look like the letter would fit with the scene.

       "Okay, honey," Carol said to Kimberly.  "We will do that.  I am kind of concerned about the torture part, though."

       "Don't be," Kimberly said.  "Mommy, I will be honest with you.  I expect this to hurt.  I will probably scream and cry and beg very convincingly because the screams, the crying, and the begging will be real.  I want you to promise me, though, that regardless of what I say or do, you will go through with it."

       "Oh, baby," Carol whispered.  "I don't know if I can."

       "You have to, mommy.  This is for Michelle, Melissa, and Kelly.  I am the first step.  Kill me and then, if you win, kill Jessica.  That will allow you to raise our sisters.  That is all Jessica and I want."

       "Kim has that right, mom."

       Carol sighed heavily.  She had realized that she would be killing Kimberly, but had not fully processed the information that Kimberly would be in tremendous pain and would be begging her to stop.

       "But, baby....."

       "No, mommy," Kimberly interrupted.  "I know what you are thinking.  But I need your promise.  No matter what I say or do, you will go through with it and kill me.  Okay?"

       "Okay, dear," Carol said sadly.  "I promise that I will kill you no matter how you beg, scream, or cry."

       "Excellent," Kimberly said with a smile.  "Thank you, mommy."

       "I have to go," Carol said, rising quickly in an attempt to hide her tears.  "I have to go to the store to get dinner for tonight."

       "Okay, mommy.  Would you like Jessica or me to come with you?  One of us can stay here for when our sisters get home from school."

       "Um...no, dear.  I will be fine by myself.  You just enjoy yourselves."

       Carol left before a sob could make her betray herself.  She did not want the girls to know how much this ordeal hurt her.

       "Did you really have to do that," Jessica asked angrily.

       "Yes, Jess," Kimberly said sadly.  "I did."

       Jessica sat up and looked at her sister.  Kimberly always used her siblings full name - Jessica, Michelle, Melisse, or Kelly - unless something serious was going on.  Then, she tended to shorten the names.  Jessica became Jess, Michelle became Shell, Melissa became Liss, and Kelly became Kell.

       Looking at Kimberly, Jessica saw something that truly scared her.  Kimberly was crying.  Sure, the small older sister had cried before, but never where anyone could see.

       "I'm sorry, Jess," Kimberly continued.  "I have to do this when our sisters are not here.  I have to kind of desensitize her to this.  I have to try to let her see this as kind of a good thing."

       "You saw her.  She has agreed to do this, but it is killing her.  She thinks that she is the most horrible mother in the world because she is planning on killing me, and possibly you.  If she hesitates, then all is lost and I will die for nothing.  Mom will die too."

       "I know Charlie and she is serious.  If mom loses the first round, Charlie will do as she said and help you all she can.  But neither you, not Charlie is who our sisters need.  They need mommy."

       

       Jessica was impressed.  Kimberly must have been thinking about this since Charlie left.  And Jessica had to agree.  While she - with Charlie's help - might be able to raise her younger sisters, their mom was the best person for the job.  Kimberly was willing to go through horrible pain and suffering - with a smile on her face if she could manage it - to make things as easy on their mother as possible.

       "I think I understand, Kim.  What can I do to help?"

       "Watch me.  I am kind of scared, but I do not dare show that to mommy.  If I start to frown or look depressed, do something to snap me out of it.  I want mommy to think I truly want to do this."

       "Do you?"

       "Huh?"

       "Do you truly want to do this," Jessica clarified.

       "You know," Kimberly said after a moment, "I really do.  I do not want to say this to mommy, but I don't have any real friends.  My 'friends' use me to feel good about themselves.  They think that are so nice because they put up with the 'shrimp'.  At times, I hate them."

       "There are other problems.  I know now, that I will never get any taller.  I am 4'2" tall.  My doctor says that, at this point in my life, it is extremely unlikely that I will grow anymore.  I will never be able to drive because I am too short.  I will always be a burden on someone."

       "But now, I have the option of doing something worthwhile.  I have the chance to be useful, for once.  I can sacrifice my life to give our sisters a better home.  Even if mommy and I fail on Saturday, the girls will be taken care of.  I know I said mommy was the best for the job, but I think that you and Charlie, working together, would be almost as good."

       "If I do not do this, though, mommy will die anyway and you and I will have to raise our sisters.  I love them too much to subject them to that.  No, Jess.  This is the best way."

       Carol, leaning against the wall in the hallway heard all of this and gathered her courage.  Kimberly was right.  She was brave and foolish, but she was also right.  This was the best way.  Carol was not sure how she would manage, but she would see it through.

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       That Friday passed all too quickly for Kimberly and Carol.  Everyone had a good time.  The little girls loved going to the beach.  Being January, it was very early in the year, but southern California didn't seem to care.  The weather was still warm enough to permit swimming.

       As promised, they went to dinner at a family restaurant and later, went to go see a movie that Kimberly wanted to see.  Carol was relieved that Kimberly's tastes in movies were such that there was no problem taking the little girls with them.  Surprisingly, even Jessica seemed to like the movie, a story about a lost pet.  This kind of tale was not normally to Jessica's liking.

       The little girls were sad that Kimberly was going to die the next morning.  They did, however, understand that that was life.  Each of them had friends that had lost a mother or sister to the lottery.  It just sucked that, this time, it was 'their' sister that was going to die.  And to think that Jessica would be done on the following Saturday, well that was sad, too, but they did understand.

       Kimberly, however, was secretly ecstatic that the girls bought the story about the meat processing.  It was even true, in a sense.  But it made it easier on them and therefore, easier on their mother.

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       Kimberly awoke at 7:00am on Saturday morning to her mother's knock on her door.  Kimberly had slept poorly.  She was torn between being scared and excited.  Part of her mind was doing somersaults and the other part of her mind was looking up the number to the men in the white coats.

       "Come, in," she called as her mother knocked again.

       Carol came in.  She was already dressed.

       "Morning, sweetie.  I hate to say it, but it is time to get ready.  Charlie will be here in about an hour."

       "Okay, mommie," Kimberly said with a smile.  "Thank you for waking me.  I do want to get a shower before we go.  Gotta look good for the cameras."

       "Oh, damn," Carol cursed.  "I need a shower, too.  Do you want to take one together?"

       "That would be nice.  I will wash your back and you will wash mine.  My back, and maybe....other places."

       "You are a bad girl," Carol said with a chuckle.

       "You got it," Kimberly said, striking a rididulous pose.  "That's me.  Bad to the bone."

       Carol playfully swatted her daughter on the butt.

       "Well, Miss Bad-To-The-Bone, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

       "Lead the way, mommy."

       Forty-five minutes later, both women were cleaned, dressed, and sitting on the couch, nervously watching the clock on the mantlepiece.

       "Morning, mom," said Jessica as she came down the stairs.  "Morning, Kim.  Just waiting for Charlie to get here?"

       "Yep," said Kimberly.  "She said she would be here at 8:00."

       "Kim," Jessica said.  "I just want you to know I love you."

       "I know, sis.  I love you too."

       "I will miss you, you know."

       "Well," Kimberly said with a mischievous smile, "with luck, you won't have to miss me for long.  A week should do it.  Right, mommy?"

       "Right, dear," Carol said absently.  She was starting to have difficulties again. 

       "Hey mommy," Kimberly said.  "What was the name of that amusement park you took us too last year?"

       "Family FunTime, I think."

       "Well, I was thinking.  I have about $400 in my piggie bank in my room.  When you get home this afternoon, why don't you take Jessica, Michelle, Kelly, and Melissa to that amusement park.  That would be fun, right?"

       

       Carol could see what Kimberly was trying to do.  And she was right.  Being down about this was only going to make it worse for everyone.  The trip to the amusement park might just be what they need after this morning's activities.

       "Yes, dear," Carol said, forcing a believable smile as she began to feel a little better.  "That would be nice.  Do you think you and your sisters would like that, Jessica?"

       "Uh, yes, mom.  I know they would love it.  I think I would enjoy it, too."

       A knock on the door interrupted further conversation.  Opening the door, Carol let Charlie in.  Charlie, seeing Kimberly and Jessica smiling, was relieved a bit.

       "Are we ready, girls," Charlie asked Carol and Kimberly.

       "Yes," Kimberly answered.

       "Yes, echoed Carol.  "Um, Charlie.  About how long do you expect this to take.  Obviously, I have never done this kind of thing before."

       "It will take about an hour.  We will start at 10:00 and should be done by 11:00."

       "Okay, then," Carol said, turning to Jessica.  "Jessica, please have the girls ready to go by noon, okay?"

       "Sure thing, mom."

       Jessica ran up to her big sister and, sinking to one knee, hugged Kimberly close.

       "Remember, Kim," Jessica whispered so their mother would not hear.  "I love you.  Thank you for doing this.  This will likely give me the courage to do the same next week."

       Kimberly grabbed Jessica's head and planted a kiss on her sister's lips. 

       "I love you, too, Jessica," she whispered.  "Take care of mommy today.  This is going to be very hard on her."

       

       Jessica could only nod as she got to her feet and watched her sister leave the house for the last time.  The crushing sadness she felt was nearly overwhelming.  After watching her sister and mother leave in Charlie's car, Jessica gave into her grief and, running up to her room, threw herself on her bed and cried until her little sisters came to her an hour later.

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       "Are you going somewhere this afternoon," Charlie asked Carol.

       "Yes," Carol replied.  "We are going to go to Family FunTime."

       "That will be nice.  I understand that they have fireworks every evening."

       "Yes.  The little girls will love it."

       They talked about the afternoon's outing all the way to the studio.  Kimberly sat in the back quietly and smiled as she realized that Charlie was trying to make things easier for her mother.  She was right.  Charlie really was a good person.

       They arrived at the studio at 8:45 and Kimberly was taken into the bathroom to get cleaned out completely.  The crew were professionals and they would not allow Kimberly to ruin things by soiling herself as she died.

       Carol was having her hair done and getting make-up applied.  Everyone wanted her looking like the beautiful, loving mother she was.  Carol thought it was a bit ludicrous as she would be filmed killing her oldest daughter. 

       To top it off, she, Charlie, and Kimberly had agreed to use David647's letter as inspiration.  Carol would wear an 18-inch strapon dildo and use that to fuck her daughter to death.  Also, she would use her daughter's panties to strangle her while fucking her.  Charlie thought it was a great idea, likely to guarantee Carol a win in the first round.

       Carol had just finished putting on the strap-on as the crew brought out a mattress and laid it on the floor of the studio.  It was a kingsize mattress that would allow Carol and Kimberly to move around freely as they put on their show.

       Carol sat on the mattress and noticed Kimberly coming from the bathroom.  It was 9:50 and they would start in ten minutes.  Looking at Kimberly, she was shocked.  The naked 18-year-old really did look beautiful.  Her hair had been done like her mother's but no make-up had been used.

       Kimberly sat on the mattress next to her mother and looked at her mother's huge tits.

       "Wow, mommy," Kimberly said, "I didn't notice in the shower this morning, but you have some really big boobs.  What size are they?"

       "They are a 48F, sweetie," Carol said with a chuckle.

       "I am so jealous.  I never even needed a training bra."

       "That is ok, sweetie.  There are a lot of women with tiny breasts.  See that camera person over there?  She has very small breasts and she is older than you."

       Looking over, Kimberly saw that her mother was right.  Everyone in the crew was a woman and most of them had stripped completely.  One of the women holding cameras was flat as a board.

       "Wow," Kimberly said.  "So I wouldn't have been the only woman with no boobs."

       "No, honey," Carol said with a smile.  "You would not have been the only one."

       "Are we ready," Charlie asked the two as she came up.

       "Yep," Kimberly said cheerfully.

       "Uh, so, Charlie," Carol said, "is there a premise to this thing or do I just fuck and snuff her?"

       "Oh, fuck, mommy.  Look at the size of that thing.  I can't believe you are going to be using that on me."

       "Shane," Charlie called, "I think you can better answer Carol's question.  What is the premise here?"

       

       Shane, the coordinator of the event was looking at the mother and daughter on the mattress while she masturbated.  This was going to be so hot.  She knew that Kimberly was 18, but the girl certainly did not look it.  Any viewer who paid attention to the disclaimer running along the bottom of the screen would know all performers were 18 or older, but she was sure that a few would still be taken by Kimberly's youthful appearance.

       "Shane," Charlie called again.

       "Oh," Shane exclaimed as she came out of her daydream.  "Ahem..... You're appearing on a special undergroung snuff porn broadcast.  Every week, millions of guys take off their pants, lube up their cocks, and settle back to masturbate while they watch mothers scheduled for execution compete to see who can put on the best show snuffing their teenage daughters.  If the mother and daughter do a good job and make the audience - polled randomly, in person, by nude female staff members - cum real good, they move on to the final round.

       "That's some premise," Carol said.  "But what if they don't?"

       "Well, then they keep their appointment with the executioner."

       

       Carol thought this over for a bit as they waited for the fiim crew to finish setting up.  Charlie had said that it might take a few more minutes.  Kimberly, in the meantime, was looking at her mother, noticed a pool of girl-cum forming beneath the older woman.

       

       "Wow, mommy," Kimberly said in awe, "you are soaking.  You are really getting off on the thought of snuffing me?"

       "I'm just thinking of all those guys watching us, honey.  All those guys with their big, throbbing cocks just waiting for me to snuff my little girl."

       "Well, do a good job on me," Kimberly said, "Okay, mommy?  Charlie says she needs you to make me cry and scream and stuff."

       "Don't worry, sweetie. You just be brave.  Mommy's so proud of you."

       "Thanks, mommy," Kimberly replied as she touched the 18-inch rubber cock.  "Charlie says that you will get a bonus if you get this whole thing inside me.  I do not know, though.  It is so bige, it is almost half as tall as I am.  If you get it all the way inside me, it will rip me up inside and go all the way up into my ribs."

       "That's right, baby.  Mommy is going to do her best.  Now hush.  I think they are ready for us."

       Charlie and Shane came over to the women on the mattress.  Shane still had her fingers buried in her crotch.

       “Okay, Carol,” Shane said.  “We will be starting in just a few minutes.  You will spend the first part talking to the audience, introducing yourself and Kimberly.  Charlie tells me you have a fan letter that fits with the theme of this show so if you want to read it to the camera, feel free.”

       “The important thing,” Shane continued, “is to stay as calm as you can.  I have seen some mothers lose it halfway through and be unable to continue.  At that point, it is often to late to help the daughter anyway and this inability to continue kills any chance of that mother making it to the finals.”

       “I understand,” Carol said.  “Kimberly has made me promise to continue to the end no matter what.”

       “Kimberly is a good girl,” Shane said, looking at the 18-year-old, “isn’t she?  She knows what is at stake here and is ready to go all the way.”

       “Yep,” Kimberly said with a smile.  “I will put on as good a show as I can.  I only hope my death is sexy enough to help mommy win.”

       “Well,” Shane said to Kimberly, “you are so sexy, that, if your mommy can make it to the end, she will stand a pretty good chance of making it to the finals.  Now, good luck.  We will start in 60 seconds.”

       Carol repositioned herself so she faced the cameras.  Kimberly sat in front of her mother.  Her head coming only up to her mother’s shoulder, Kimberly really did look like a child.  Their hearts started to race as they saw the clock run down.  As the light on the camera turned red, showing they were on the air, Carol took a deep breath and began to speak.

       “Hi, everybody.  I'm Carol and this is my daughter, Kimberly.  We're going to be putting on a show for you, tonight.  We've been getting just a ton of email from all you guys out there since our mother/daughter barbecue.  This has been such a turn-on.  The ones that included pictures were especially nice.  Kimberly loves those.”

       “Here's a special one we got from David647 a few weeks ago,” Carol continued.  “He says ‘Carol, I just saw you and Kimberly in that barbecue bit where she's getting her first taste of pussy flesh.  I thought you two were sooo hot together!  I just came in a bug gush right then.  I just can't stop fantasizing about you.....’

       “Oooh, see Kimberly,” Carol asked as she showed the letter to Kimberly.  “He sent pictures.  Heehee...OH MY GAWD..mmm...he's kind of cute like that, isn't he, honey?”

       “Oh, sorry everyone,” Carol said apologetically.  “Anyway, he goes on to say ‘have you ever thought about doing a snuff scene with her?  I'd really like to see you fuck her pussy with a big cock and put her through all that snuff and torture stuff....making her cry and scream and beg.  That would be so hot.  It just drives me nuts thinking about it.’

       Carol paused as Kimberly changed positions and started sucking on her mother’s right breast.  Carol almost lost track of what she was doing.  Looking it back towards the cameras, she pulled herself together and continued.

       

       “Well, David, I hope you are watching because I am going to snuff Kimberly right now.”

       “Yes.  That’s it, baby,” Carol said to her daughter.  “Suck on mommy’s tit.”

       “That’s right, David, “ Carol continued as she looked back at the camera.  “I am going to fucking rape her.  I am going to put my little girl to death.  Just for you.”

       Looking back down at Kimberly, Carol sighed nervously.

       “Are you ready sweetie,” she asked the 18-year-old.  “It is time.  Give mommy a hug and a kiss before we begin.”

       Kimberly knew what she was doing.  Looking up to her mother, she smiled.  She then looked at the camera and with a smile to the camera, she hugged her mother tightly and gave the older woman a solid kiss on the lips.  Still looking at the camera, she then sunk down and started licking the dildo her mother wore.

       “Yes, baby,” Carol said.  “Put your wrists behind your back and suck on that big cock.  Get it nice and slippery.  Oh, baby, mommy’s going to fuck you so good.”

       “Now,” Carol said as she pulled her daughter off the rubber cock and shoved a gag into the 18-year-old’s mouth, “take your gag.  Mommy does not want to have to worry about you screaming just yet.”

       

       Carol strapped the gag in place and then bound her daughter’s wrists behind her.

       “Now spread those legs, sweetie,” she said.  “Mommy’s going to bust your cherry.”

       Carol placed the head of the dildo at the entrance of her daughter’s pussy and pushed gently.   At first, there was no progress.  Then, with a muffled scream from Kimberly, the huge dildo plunged four inches into her virgin pussy.  Kimberly gasped in pain as her mother removed the gag.

       “Are you okay, sweetie,” Carol asked her daughter.  “Did I hurt you?”

       “Yes,” sobbed Kimberly.  “Uh-huh…..”

       “Well,” Carol replied softly, “you are a woman now; ready to be fucked and snuffed, baby.  Now, hand me your panties and hold out your neck.  Mommy’s going to choke you while she fucks this big cock into you for real.”

       Kimberly sobbed as she retrieved her panties and gave them to her mother.  Blood from her torn hymen was starting to run down the inside of her thigh.  Getting on her hands and knees, she moved her hair out of the way to allow her mother to wrap the panties around her throat.

       “Yes, baby,” Carol said as she wrapped her daughter’s panties around the teenager’s throat, “nice and snug.”

       “Ahhh,” Kimberly whimpered, “no, mommy…..please, no……”

       “Oh, there you go, baby,” Carol said as she rammed the dildo six inches into her daughter’s pussy.

       “Oh, sweetheart,” Carol continued as Kimberly moaned, “you are such a slut!  I think I need to punish you.”

       

       Sliding the dildo in another inch, Carol leaned over her daughter’s back and kissed the girl’s cheek.

       “You doing okay, baby,” Carol asked in a whisper as she eased up on the panties allowing her daughter to breathe a bit.

       “It is okay, mommy,” Kimberly sobbed, barely audibly.  “Most of this begging and crying is for the camera.  “Just remember your promise, please.  You have to continue, no matter what.”

       “I know, baby,” Carol whispered as she continued thrusting the plastic cock into her daughter.  “I will do it.  Just don’t ask me to like it.”

       As far as the cameras and the crew were concerned, they saw and heard no words spoken.  They just saw Carol hunched over her daughter as she continued fucking the 18-year-old.

       “You know,” Carol asked loudly enough for the cameras to pick up as she straightened up, “I think I need to pound this cock all the way up into your belly, this time.”

       Carol released the panties completely as she changed positions to get a better angle.  Grabbing the ends of the panties again, she pulled them tight enough to make breathing difficult – but not impossible – for the teenager.  Slamming the dildo back into her daughter’s pussy, Carol felt the girl’s cervix give way as the dildo slid eight inches into Kimberly.

       “Yes,” Carol cried triumphantly for the camera, “Here it comes, baby.  Here it comes.”

       “Mommy,” Kimberly squeaked as she felt the dildo slide into her womb.  “Oh, god, mommy….no….please….”

       Carol pulled out and slammed the dildo back in….nine inches this time.  Kimberly shrieked when she felt her womb tear as the dildo continued into her abdomen.  Carol instinctively realizes what has happened and knows that, even if Kimberly would allow it, there was no turning back now.  The damage was done.  The girl would bleed out before they could get her to a doctor.

       “Yes….oh, take it, baby,” Carol said.  “Take it all.  Oh my god….yes.  Mommy’s killing you, baby; nice and slow.  Oh, sweetie, mommy’s killing you so good.”

       “Mmmm,” Carol moans as she turns back to the camera while driving the dildo deeper and deeper into her daughter’s torso.  “David, are you stroking that big cock?  Yes?  Are you imagining this is you....mmm...thrusting that big cock into my Kimberly's body?   Punishing her, baby?  Yes....uhn...nice and slow....letting her feel every inch.”

       “Ohhhh, mommy,” Kimberly sobs, not acting anymore.  “It hurts……”

       Kimberly’s eyes widen as she feels the head of the dildo entering her chest.  This is far more pain than she anticipated.  She knew she didn’t have much longer.  Her mother was doing great.  Kimberly just hoped that her mother could carry it through to the end.

       “Yes, baby,” Carol says to the camera, “give it to her, David.  Are you ready to give it to her?  That big gush of your cum inside her as she dies?  Here it comes, baby.  I am going to snuff her.  I am going to snuff her now for you.” 

       Carol starts to cry a little as Kimberly’s body begins to go into its death struggles.  The plastic cock in all the way in the 18-year-old and everyone can see the shape of the dildo at the base of Kimberly’s throat as her body begins to convulse.  Carol bends over and kisses Kimberly on the cheek.

       "Thank you, mommy," Kimberly says, smiling as much as possible as her body shakes uncontrollably.

       “Yes, baby,” Carol says to the camera, tears rolling down her cheeks.  “She's writhing in agony, each thrust of that massive throbbing cock ripping and tearing into her farther.  She's sobbing, begging for mercy as it batters relentlessly into her soft, yielding, teenage organs.  You're torturing her with it.  Letting her take a breath and gripping her tight, you plough back into her, giving her every inch of that massive shaft and holding it there as her body convulses in pain.”

“I feel your orgasm building and twist the panties around her neck, wanting to give you both release as you bury your entire cock inside her.  Her eyes go wide as she feels that throbbing meat lurch as you start to spew your hot sticky sperm directly into her gut, taking possession of her body as she convulses in a massive snuff/torture/death....  Taking your cum deep inside her as I sacrifice my Kimberly on your cock.”

       “Whew,” Shane says as Kimberly collapses, clearly dead.  “I think that’s a wrap, folks.”

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       Carol was now dressed and sitting in a corner.  Staring at the mattress, she could still see her daughter lying there.  Never mind the fact that the crew had removed the corpse only minutes after the 18-year-old's death. 

       Charlie came up to Carol, ready to take the distraught woman home.

       "Are you ready to go, sweetie," Charlie asked.

       "Yes.  Thank you.  You were right.  I do not think I could drive right now."

       "I have seen this before.  Anyway, I can take you home now."

       Looking at her watch, Carol saw it was now 10:45.  It was amazing to her that the whole thing took less than an hour.  An hour ago, her daughter had been alive.  Now, the girl was dead and, even worse, her own mother had killed her.

       "Stop that," Charlie said sharply, understanding what Carol was going through.

       "Stop what," Carol asked.

       "Don't play games with me, Carol.  I have seen this before, remember?  Now think for a moment.  Kimberly knew what she was getting herself into.  She made you promise to go through with it.  She would be very unhappy to see you trashing yourself like that."

       "You told Jessica that you were going to an amusement park," Charlie continued.  "Now calm down and get ready to have a good time this afternoon.  Your other daughters need you to be strong right now.  If you want to beat yourself up over this - and I really think Kimberly would be mad at you for doing that - do it after you get home.

       "But what do I tell Jessica," Carol asked.

       "Tell her everything went well.  Kimberly got what she wanted and she was happy."

       "What about next week?"

       "Well, we will not know the results of this until Monday.  Of course, I am almost positive that you made it to the next round.  Your performance this morning was the best I've ever seen.  I will stop by on Monday with the results and the DVD of this performance."

       "As for now," Charlie continued, "just try to relax and enjoy the rest of the day with your other daughters."

       "I will try, Charlie.  That is all I can do."

The End