"Welcome to the new game show: Feel The Torture!" The female announcer explained. "Now your host! Natalie Johnson!"

The host came flying out of the doors behind the crowd with a microphone. "Hello everybody! Welcome to the first episode ever of the Feel The Torture Game Show!"

"You all are probably wondering, what exactly do we do in this game?" Natalie quickly pointed the microphone towards the audience.

The audience quickly yelled out "Yeah!"

"Well, ever since the new law took effect, women have been legalized to do what ever the hell they want! We can display ourselves lewdly in Madison Square Garden, and get away with it! Sorry guys, it's still illegal for you!" A loud masculine sigh swept over the audience. Natalie continued, "In fact! I can show you my nipples right now, and the broadcasters would have to jack off to them, because there is not one thing they can do!" A big hooray from the same masculine part of the crowd roared. "Go, go, go, go!" The men roared on queue.

Natalie placed the microphone onto the ground and began unbuttoning her shirt, and then spreading the shirt open for all the audience to see her bra less tits. The whole place roared in appreciation. A lot of the women were also joining the men in the cheers. Natalie then took the whole shirt off and threw it at the crowd. Natalie then picked up the microphone and smiled. She waited for the audience to calm down, which took nearly forever. It was like listening to the audience cheering at Hulk Hogan’s entrance. Natalie then spoke really loud. “Ever since the new law was passed, this game show has been made possible. This show is about daughters and mothers across the country!" Natalie pausing as the crowd became quiet to listen to her. “Daughters bring their mothers in to be subjected to complete humiliation over network television! I guess when mothers-to-be find out that they are going to have a girl, they will just abort it" Ah well, I’m sure we’ll figure a way to live with the 'humiliation,' right girls?" Natalie yelled, and pointed the microphone to the crowd, shaking her double D tits also.

"Yeah!" The feminine part of the crowd yelled.

"Here is what we do. We bring out our contestants, which will consist of a mother and daughter, or maybe two sisters, or maybe a niece and aunt. It could be a girl simply getting even with another girl! Does not matter! It has to be two females, one willing to do the worst to the other." Natalie began walking over to one of the contestant booths. “They will stand here, and will be asked questions. Who ever gets it wrong, the other gets to choose a card from a fanned stack of cards. The card will show what punishment she will have to give the other girl. There is one extra card in there, that allows the girl to kill the other girl." Natalie smiled evilly to the crowd as they gasped in horror. "Yes, I said kill. A real, life, death, and each death card will tell the girl how to kill the other. Each episode will have a different horrific way of killing the girl. However, doesn’t mean that they will ever pick the card. There are twenty cards to choose from, so one out of twenty means death!"

“If the girl chooses not to kill the other. The other girl will have the choice to kill the girl that picked the card. If none of them want to kill each other, they will have to suck a dick together and make it cum. Then they have to swap cum between themselves, three times. Imagine a daughter and mother swapping cum!"

“Let us meet our first contestants!" Natalie looked towards the hallway, as two girls came running in. “Can I get your name?" Natalie asked the closest girl.

“Ashley!" The twelve-year-old girl announced over the microphone.

“And yours?" Natalie moved the microphone to the other woman’s mouth.

“Debra" the thirty-two-year-old announced.

"How do you know each other?" Natalie asked.

“She is my daughter" Debra announced proudly.

“Is she a good daughter?"

"Yes, she is a very good daughter. I do not know why she brought me here!"

Natalie moved her microphone over to Ashley, “why have you brought your mother here today?"

Ashley gave her mother a sadistic evil look and then replied, “I want to draw that death card very badly."

Debra’s mouth fell open as she heard those words from her daughter.

"Wow, my juices are flowing now!" Natalie commented to the audience, “let us get started!"

The contestants walked over to the booth, Debra was a little hesitant now. The ambient music blaring over their head, and the lights situating like what you’d see and hear on "Millionaire."

"Your first question, Debra," Natalie commented as she held up the trivia card so she could read it. "What makes the green pigments on most plants?"

“A: Chromosome"
“B: Photosynthesis"
“C: Chlorophyll"
“D: Green Food Coloring"

Debra thought and thought, she looked at the multiple-choice question over and over.

Ashley then laughed, "You are such a fucking dumb mother! I just know you are going to die tonight!"

Debra looked over to Ashley in horror. “Don’t you say that to your mother! How dare you!"

Natalie quickly cut in. "Your time is running out, Debra!"

Debra quickly returned to the thought process, “Chromosome is what is in your blood. Green Food Coloring is definitely not it. I am stuck between Photosynthesis and Chlorophyll," Debra commented.

Debra then replied, “Photosynthesis."

Natalie shook her head. “That is incorrect. The answer is Chlorophyll. Chlorophyll gives the plant leaves and stems the green pigment."

Debra looked to Ashley in horror. Natalie pulled the stack of cards from her pocket and fanned them out for Ashley to pick one. Ashley picked one and turned it over real quick.

Natalie moved the microphone over to Ashley’s mouth. "What does it say, Ashley?"

“The sorry sack of shit will be subjected to a gang rape from five women by huge black strap on dildos. These dildos," a screen on the stage flashed on to show a black strap on dildo, 10 inches in length and 3 inches in diameter, “are very big and will prevent this stupid bitch from sitting down for a week!"

The five women came walking out, dressed up in pink mini-skirts and pink halter-tops. The black strap on dildo held the bottom of their dresses up, so that the dildo was peaking out, slightly. “The dildoes are left dry for a very important reason. They are to hurt this bitch severely, for being an incompetent, stupid fuck..." the twelve-year-old confidently announced over the microphone.

Debra began running for the door, but two women guards grabbed her and took her to the contestant booth and pushed her over it; protruding Debra’s ass and giving the audience a good show. One guard took Debra’s jeans, unbuttoned them, and slid them off. She then, with a quick motion, ripped Debra’s black panties off. One of the dildo girls came from behind and placed the tip of hers at Debra’s anus. The dildo girl then put her hand on the back of Debra’s neck and firmly held her down onto the contestant booth. The guard moved away once she felt the dildo girl had control over her. Debra screamed and yelled, “Please, don’t!"

Most of the crowd could not believe what was happening. This woman was going to be anally raped, right in front of them, with no lubricant! Their eyes were opened wide; awaiting the thrust. The dildo girl teased the audience, rubbing her plastic dick over the woman’s leg and pussy. She then pressed the head to the entrance of her asshole once again. She moved her hands from the neck of Debra over to the shoulders. The dildo girl then bent over to whisper into Debra’s ear. A microphone had been clipped to the dildo girl’s halter-top so that the audience could hear what she was about to say. “Believe me when I say that the pain you are going to experience will be excruciating. Screaming will only dull a small portion of the pain. You will feel every inch of-" the dildo girl paused as she took a big grip of Debra’s shoulders and shoved the dildo all the way in, using every ounce of her strength, “this dildo!" the dildo girl finished. Debra opened her mouth so wide as she screamed her heart out. A second dildo girl quickly rushed to the front of the contestant booth and shoved her dildo into Debra’s mouth, shutting the loud bitch up.

Ashley smiled with glee as she watched her mother get buggered and orally rapped.

Natalie then questioned, "How do you feel about this Ashley?"

Ashley spoke into the microphone. “Oh my god! My pussy is on fire! I so want to frig myself while I watch this! I am so fucking wet!"

Natalie smiled. "You hear that mommy? Hearing your screams is turning her on! Dildo girl, come back from her mouth so the audience can hear her scream for a couple seconds, then muffle it!"

The dildo girl complied, and the searing screams became audible.

Natalie then spoke out to the crowd. "Go ahead girls. You can suck your boyfriends" cocks. I won’t tell the authorities that you guys were exposed publicly." Natalie immediately heard pants unzipping throughout the crowd as they began relieving their aching hardons and hot gushing pussies to the open air.

"Hear that mommy?" Ashley forced Natalie’s hand to bring the microphone to her mouth. “They hate you just as much as I do!"

The rest of the dildo girls came up to the sack of shit of a mother. The third one went underneath Debra and began pounding at her pussy. Another girl had an extra long dildo and went underneath of the girl who was already pounding Debra’s pussy and snaked her dildo up into the cunt as well; resulting in two separate dildos pounding into the abused pussy. The fifth dildo girl grabbed Debra’s face and placed the dildo at the base of her eye. She then brought her dildo back and stabbed the bitch in the eye with great force. Debra’s screams only got worse. Girls throughout the crowd sucked their boyfriends' cocks or played with themselves openly. The guys fingered the girl next to them, some of them licking at nipples or French kissing of the girls. The screams were almost sufficient enough to not have to look at what was going on. However, watching it at the same time sent an overflow of pleasure throughout many of the audience’s bodies.

"Do not worry about the cum that you guys may splash all over the seat in front of you. We’ll have girls to come around and lick it up at the end of the show!" Natalie yelled in excitement.

Dildo #2 began its originated path into Debra’s mouth and stuck it so far in the back of it that she gagged every time, releasing throat slime all over the black glistening dildo. Debra was making all kinds of wicked and disturbing noises.

Natalie then spoke aloud. “Ok, ok. Time to go on with the show!" The dildo girls immediately stopped what they were doing and escaped out to the hallway. Debra lay there motionless, aside from her heavily breathing chest. Natalie walked over to Debra, and smiled. “Are you ok?"

Debra opened her eyes and looked at Natalie with one bloodied eye and one normal eye. “No. Can I quit?"

"Haha!" Natalie looked towards the orgy of an audience and yelled, “She wants to know if she can quit! What do you guys say?" Natalie pointed the microphone towards the audience.

"Hell no!" Most of the audience yelled.

"You heard the audience, Debra! You have no choice but to get up and go on with the show! On the bright side! It is Ashley’s turn to answer a question!"

Ashley smiled brightly, as she looked over to a guy that will hold up the answer on a cue card for her.

Debra stood up slowly and walked behind the contestant booth, naked, and beaten up. Her ass and pussy was on fire, and her eye hurt like hell. Her throat felt funny. She could hardly speak.

“Ashley, what is the capitol of the United States?" Natalie asked.

Debra quickly yelled, “That's too simple!"

Ashley saw that the cue card held up ‘Washington D.C." so she repeated it to Natalie.

Debra’s mouth opened wide. “That is not fair!"

Some of the audience laughed.

Ashley smiled and glanced at her mother. “Does it look like anyone cares, mother?"

Natalie went over to Debra and slapped her in the face. “Do not talk out of turn." Natalie smacked Debra once again for good measure.

Debra broke out into tears. "Why are you doing this to me Ashley?"

Ashley just walked up to her mother and looked into her eyes. “Because you are a dumb bitch of a mother."

“It is your turn Debra to answer a question," Natalie replied. “A group of crows is called a what?"

“A: Flock"
“B: Murder"
“C: Gang"
“D: Pack"

Debra thought extra hard this time. She did not let anyone break her concentration as she thought of the question. She knew she was screwed no matter what. They’d give the question to Ashley. This game was just here to hurt her, she thought.

“A flock?" Debra asked.

Natalie smiled. "You are right!" Natalie paused. “Actually... there are two right answers. If you correctly pick the second answer that is right, you will be able to draw a card to go against your daughter. If you do not, you will still be safe from anything happening to you." Natalie paused again. "Go ahead and answer."

Debra then spoke out. “But I really do not want to hurt my daughter!"

Natalie shook her head. “But she wants to hurt you."

“I love my daughter!" Debra yelled.

“I love you too Mom!" Ashley yelled too.

Debra smiled brightly as she heard that. “Ok, I do not want to answer!"

Natalie smiled. “Final answer?"

"Yes"

Ashley laughed sadistically, "You are one pathetic mother!"

Natalie laughed, “Ooo, just got outsmarted by your daughter, mommy!"

Debra’s expression of happiness was quickly drowned out by the expression of horror. “Ashley! What happened to us?"

" I>Us never happened, bitch. I hated you ever since I was pulled out of your filthy cunt hole!" Ashley screamed at her.

Natalie turned her direction to Ashley and smiled. “Now to ask you another question, all you have to do is look at the cue card behind me to answer the question." Natalie gave Debra an evil, sadistic smile, and then turned back to Ashley.

"What color is grass in Kentucky?" Natalie asked.

Ashley squinted, trying to read the card. It said ‘blue" and so she repeated it.

"Way to go! You are on a role, Ashley!"

“Thank you!"

“Debra, how many liters are in a gallon, roughly?" Natalie asked.

Debra knew this one off the top of her head! “About three and a half!"

Natalie smiled. “Awesome! If you can tell me the two numbers after the decimal place of the conversion of liter to gallon, you can draw a card against your daughter. Again, you will not get a card drawn by her if you get this one wrong."

Debra decided that if she were to just not say anything, she was going to end up dead, so she went ahead and answered it. “Seventy eight," Debra replied.

"You are absolutely right!" Natalie smiled. "You get to draw a card!"

It was at this moment that Ashley’s happy expression became drowned out by fear.

Natalie fanned out the cards and Debra picked one.

Natalie asked, “So what does it say, Debra?"

Debra’s face turned pale as she turned it around. The card showed a skull with two bones crossing behind it.

Natalie’s eyes nearly bulged. “That is the death card!"

Debra knew that if she passed this up, her daughter would use it on her. She knew for a fact! What was a mother to do? Was she to go ahead and use the card, kill her daughter, go home and live with it for the rest of her life! Was she to face her husband with the realization of killing their corrupted daughter?! Maybe it was better for Debra to kill her. What if Ashley grows up to be a serial killer, and ends up killing her anyways.

“So, Debra. Do you want to kill your so-called beloved daughter?" Natalie asked.

Debra looked over at Ashley, and realized Ashley had the look of fear written all over her face. Debra was beginning to get caught in that trap that her daughter seems to always pull her into. Those sad eyes, and that lip that hung slightly, gave her warning of the depressing state that Ashley was in. She knew though, that if she passed the card over to Ashley, that she would definitely use it. Should she sacrifice herself to her daughter just because it would be immoral for her to kill her? That is just preposterous! Why must she die, when Ashley is the one that has the corrupted evil little mind? "Yes," Debra finally muttered into the microphone.

“Are you sure? You can always pass it on to your daughter in hopes she might disregard killing you. She might love you enough to pass it up."

"Yes, mother. I may hate you but I do not want to kill you!" Ashley brought her finger to her teeth and started biting her nail.

Debra knew for a fact this was a down right lie, but a feeling inside her said try it, try it. Debra was not going to be fooled this time though; her daughter was going to have to die.

“I am sure," Debra hung her head.

“Ok, this is the daily death choice."

Ashley suddenly felt a pit in her stomach grow. She thought that she would have the chance to kill her mother. She thought she would walk off this game show, motherless, and have her father all to herself to tease and fuck and suck and get knocked up by. Ashley then started to run, thinking she would be more successful than her mother at it. But the guards caught Ashley and brought her to the middle of the stage.

“In order to win this game you must do exactly what this card says on how to kill your child. You must kill her with this." Natalie walked behind the host’s booth, that she never used, and pulled out a lawn mower. "You must chop Ashley up with the blades."

Ashley was then strapped to some metal loop eyes. Ashley began screaming and yelling for her mother to not do what she heard Natalie say to do.

Debra hesitated as she took the lawn mower.

Natalie ran her fingers over her own nipple as she watched the suspense unfold. “Remember, if you do not do it, your daughter gets the choice to. And, to tell you the truth, I feel that she would do it!" Natalie licked her lips as she waited for the teenage bloody mess to spray everywhere. The crowd stopped what they were doing and watched with intensity.

Debra started the lawn mower with difficulty, pulling the chain to get it started. Debra looked down at her daughter with a tear streaming down her face.

Ashley was way passed fear now, she was crying her lungs out and screaming. By this time, Natalie had ran her own fingers down to the crotch of her pants and unzipped the low cut jeans. She ran her hand underneath and began running her fingers against her wet, swollen pussy lips. She wanted to have the orgasm right when the mower landed onto the kid.

Debra was frozen there, frozen by fear and guilt.

Natalie quickly chimed in, "You have thirty seconds before your daughter will have the chance to do this to you! Do it!" Natalie then muttered to herself, ‘cause I only have thirty seconds before I will squirt my female juice all over the stage.'

As if something had fired off in Debra, she pushed the mower over her kid and closed her eyes. All she could hear were screams and flesh being ripped up. She could feel the sprays of blood splashing all over her body. The screams did not last long, for the kid died pretty quickly. Some of the crowd roared in appreciation, some stood up and applauded, and some were grossed out and sickened of the displays. Intestines and a liver flew out into the crowd, coating some unlucky people with it.

"Hell yeah!" Natalie yelled. She almost fell to her knees as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life, on stage, in front of the camera, to the most disgusting, sickening display she has ever witnessed in her life. In fact, she did fall to her knees, and then passed out with the pure pleasure of it all.

Debra fell to her knees as well, but not because of pleasure, but because of guilt, emotional pain, and regret. However, there was happiness in her, that she lived through all of this. She actually beat her kid, even though the kid had a direct advantage over her. But then again, she had an advantage over the kid in both intelligence and experience, and she understood that. However, she will always remember the laughing and the talking, and the smiles Ashley expressed. She always thought she was a wonderful kid, and thought she had a great relationship with her, but she was wrong.