Surprise.
It's a bit long, so read it if you want. If you don't, eh, you're not missing much.
Sarah was a fairly normal girl. She was 16, her parents were divorced, and for that, she was mad at the world. Teen angst in it's prime. Of course, Sarah was bright enough to know most of it was a phase. So she didn't consider having two homes to be a bad thing. And though a large portion of her father's substantial salary was taken by her ignorant bitch of a mother, he was still able to give his little girl almost anything she wanted. She understood what her father was going through, to an extent, so she didn't ask for much. But her mother... that cunt was a different story.
Miriam was a putrid waste of flesh in her daughter's eyes. Always wanting more, never giving anything back. Milking her father for everything he had. Even before the divorce. She was always out with her "friends." Boy toys, was more like it. She only showed up at home when she needed more money, or more Botox. And her father knew. He understood. He worked long hours at the office, was constantly having to leave on business trips. He let all of her actions slide. Yet, when he decided to start fucking his secretary for a little release, mother dearest instantly caught on, got some proof, and took him to the cleaners. But that wasn't enough.
Through her whole life, Sarah had been daddy's little girl. And Miriam hated it. She would always go on about how she was the one that popped the bitch out, why didn't Sarah love her? Miriam hated her husband for it, yet hated Sarah even more so. When the divorce was final, all she had to do was suck the judge off, and she had instant custody of Sarah. Daddy got her for three months over the summer, but the rest of the year, Sarah was mother dearest's bitch. Cleaning, cooking, and beating her when she was too drunk. Sarah never minded too much, she was still very well taken care of. Her father saw to that. But everyone had their breaking point.
"You're such a fucking lazy cunt!" Miriam had shouted.
"Get off your fucking fat ass, and make me my goddamned dinner! After that, you can go get my outfit for tonight ready. Iron the skirt, and make sure there isn't even so much as a hair on my blouse!"
Of course, her daughter was used to this. It was a Thursday, and every Thursday night was Miriam's "let's go fuck a frat house" night. She cooked dinner, had it on the table nice and hot for that whore of a mother. As Miriam ate, Sarah went upstairs to get her clothes ready. Apparently, she didn't do well enough.
"What the fuck is this?! One of your skanky hairs on my new blouse?! BITCH!"
As Miriam screamed those last words, she struck the young girl hard across the face, leaving a pulsing bruise.
"Bitch, do it again!" her mother screamed, throwing the blouse at her.
"And this time, get it right!"
"Yes mother," Sarah said meekly, glaring up at the cunt with fury in her eyes.
Miriam kicked her in the stomach.
"Don't look at me like that, cunt! I am your MOTHER! Without me, you'd just be a slut in the streets, fucking old farts for drugs, getting beaten and raped by god knows what. Oh, what the hell am I talking about, you'd probably ENJOY that, wouldn't you, cunt?!"
Sarah sat there, clenching her fists. Her mother was obviously already drunk. Today was another court hearing, to check up on her mother's situation. Usually she puts on a show of tears, with the outcome of getting more money from her father. It must not have gone her way. Figures. Only a matter of time until she met a judge she couldn't corrupt. Couldn't convince that her father has spoiled her, gotten her used to a "high-maintenance" life style.
"Fucking Christ, what am I going to do with you two?"
You two? Seems like Sarah was right.
"First your father, telling that damned queer judge that he couldn't afford to keep giving me so much every month. And now you, making me scream at you, shouting and beating you. I swear, maybe I should just go kill myself. Would you like that? Oh, I bet you would. Well don't worry, sweetie. I'll die happy knowing that my death would mean SO much to you! Don't you even say a fucking word, or I'll make sure you DON'T die a happy little girl!"
This again. The pity. Miriam's voice started cracking half-way through this macabre monologue. Now she was crying. Sarah couldn't believe this shit. She was the one on the floor, gasping for breath, bleeding gently out the side of her mouth. And her mother, this vile creature that gave her life, had the audacity to play the pity card. Alright, mother dear, we'll play this game.
A matter of weeks later, through her father, Sarah had discovered that Miriam's divorce settlement had been cut almost in half. And though she relished the though of her mother's sudden pinch in financial support, she was even more careful to stay out of her way. All the while planning, scheming quietly in the back of her mind. That matronly monster had crossed the line.
Creeping quietly out of her room, Sarah went over the plan again, playing it over in her mind as she ever so slowly stalked down the hall to her mother's bedroom. Sarah had slipped a few prescription strength sleeping pills into her mother's usual ensemble of "medication" before bed. Though, just for good measure, Sarah had taken a small syringe of Miriam's heroin stash. The bitch spent so much money on her drugs; she was able to order the shit pre-packaged, ready for quick injection. And she ordered in bulk. Sarah was quite sure that her mother hadn't even noticed the single needle missing. All for the better.
The young girl came to a halt just outside mother's door. She was sure the older woman was sleeping soundly, but she listened carefully for the sounds of deep, relaxed breathing before gently pushing the door open.
The door didn't make a squeak as Sarah slid into the room. Her mother's bed was a large canopy type, set right in the middle of the room. Almost like a gentle breeze, the determined teenager eased her way to the side of the massive mattress. Lying on her back, without her makeup and harsh stare, Miriam not only looked grossly aged, but almost hilariously unmeanacing. Sarah had to choke back a laugh. Mustn’t ruin the surprise for mommy dear. With liquid grace, Sarah slipped her hand under her mother's slim arm. Lifting gently, she inserted the needle deeply into the vein at Miriam's inner elbow. Somewhere in her sleep, the older woman protested lightly, but was to deeply recessed in her mind to stir much. Deliberately leaving a tiny air bubble in the syringe, Sarah quickly drove the plunger home at the base of the needle. She carefully withdrew, and then sat back for a few moments letting the disgusting drug work its way into sleeping beauty's bloodstream.
Without being aware of it, Miriam and her daughter both smiled gently.
Upon disposing of the syringe down the toilet, Sarah commenced with taking the silk cord she had bought just the other weekend, and wrapped it around her mother's hands and feet. The advantage to the lustful beauty queen having a canopy bed was the fact that her daughter quite easily tied her to it. Leaving the older woman completely helpless in her valium induced slumber.
Sarah already knew where her mother's special toy was. Bottom drawer of her vanity, the massive 12" vibrator was quite an imposing sight for the young virgin. But Sarah's mind was far away from pleasing herself.
Her mother always said how much she loved diamonds. The bigger the better, she had always said. Even when Miriam had bought a diamond necklace, 18" long, with diamonds the size of small rocks, she wasn't satisfied. She wore it for a week, and then cast it off, saying the diamonds were to sharply cut. They irritated her sensitive skin. That was one excuse that wasn't a lie. Sarah found that the diamonds were very viciously cut, and though fairly useless as a necklace, it suited her needs for tonight perfectly.
She started by going into the basement, leaving Miriam unattended for the time being, and taping one end of the necklace to the control end of the monstrous toy. She started wrapping the necklace up, winding it tight, so as to get the full effect from the toy thought the necklace. The other end of the necklace just barley reached the tip of the vibrator. Sarah taped this end up, smoothing it out just a bit.
Mother dear was stirring in her sleep as Sarah walked back into the spacious bedroom. No need to be quite now. On the off chance Miriam would wake up, and secretly Sarah hoped she did, she would be too weak and drugged to do anything but whimper.
Sarah hopped on to the edge of the bed. Miriam groans quietly. With one swift movement, the covers of the bed were swept away, bunched into a heap on the floor. For a moment, Sarah admired her mother's choice of sleepwear. Absolutely nothing. Just made her job all the easier. Sarah set the modified sexual beast off to the side, and brought out a pair of nipple piercing clamps. She straddled the older woman, who was slowly struggling back to consciousness.
"Shh, it's ok," Sarah said, tilting her mother's head back.
She released her hold on the woman's hair, and carefully, almost lovingly, grabbed her breast. She played with the nipple a bit, getting it hard. As soon as it had reached its full state of arousal, Sarah slowly lowered the clamp to her mother's chest, carefully took aim and...
Miriam was no longer asleep. Her eyes flew open in panic, wondering what could have possibly awoken her so suddenly. As her vision cleared, the pain set in. Her eyes focused on her sweet, smiling daughter, just as she screamed.
The young girl had thought this might happen. So she planned for it. Taking the tape, along with some of her dirty, soiled underwear, she made a grotesque gag for her sobbing mother. She didn't want to hear any excuses. No apologies. And, most of all, no screams. Sarah took her headphones out, and started to listen to some soothing Bach. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she liked it, and thought it might help keep her mind off what she was doing. At least enough so that she didn't have any last minute doubts. As the symphony began to pick up, she let her attention go to the unmolested breast.
No more than five minutes had gone by when Miriam know she was going to die. Of course, those five minutes had gone by with agonizing slowness. Her daughter had pierced her other nipple. Worse yet, she hadn't put any bars through the bleeding holes. She left them wide open. The sobbing woman thought to herself that her daughter wanted to be a cheapass, and didn't bother wasting money on a few simple trinkets for her now dying mother. That had been the bitch's first mistake.
Sarah watched on with pleasure as understanding dawned in her mother's eyes just as she produced some lemon juice from under her bed. As gently as she could, young Sarah unscrewed the cap, and tipped the bottle just enough for a small stream to pour through each nipple. She could almost hear her mother scream. The teenager enjoyed this for some long minutes, before getting excited over the finale. If the violation of her expensive breast's had been painful, her mother was about to get a nasty surprise.
Miriam sighed in agonizing relief when her daughter put the lemon juice away. That had been bad enough. The tortured mother had never thought her daughter capable of such atrocities. Surely, though, her imagination had run bare. Miriam was quite sure the over worked young girl would just now simply shoot her and get it over with. She was horribly wrong.
Once again, Sarah could not help but smile as she saw her mother's reaction to the next form of torture. It took a moment, but the girl saw realization break upon the woman's face in almost orgasmic slow motion. The blossoming sadist was enjoying this quite a bit. She flipped on the large dildo, and laughed aloud as she saw the tears stream down her mother's face.
"Oh mommy dearest, I have a present for you..."
The silky white sheets of the king sized bed were soaked with blood. Sarah's little invention had done its job quite well, and though the tape had flaked off before she was done, the razor-like diamonds did their job wonderfully. After they slipped off the vibrating phallus, Sarah lost them in the gore that had once been her mother's well abused vagina. Didn't matter. The young girl sifted through Miriam's jewelry case, finding all sorts of trinkets so shove up that bitch's bleeding cunt. Thousands of dollars worth of gold, platinum, and diamonds were inserted into Miriam's tattered box, forever losing their value with blood tainted fury.
"It's alright mother, I'm ok now," Sarah gently cooed to the dying woman, removing her headphones just in time to hear the last meager yelp Miriam could muster.
It was nearly dawn now, and the toy was winding itself down deep inside of Sarah's mother. Tear streaked, Miriam's face was the picture of perfection to Sarah. A job well done. Almost time to go. Her ride to school would be here soon, and the bloodied teen still had to shower and change. Of course, she had already packed for the extended stay at her father's, courtesy of the latest court order against her mother. He was expecting her, and as far as anyone knew or cared, Sarah had been with daddy all night long.
She turned to go, leaving the broken beauty queen there to rasp out her lasting few breaths. Almost as an after thought, Sarah turned to speak to her mother one last time.
"See, mommy?" she said in the sweetest voice, "you and I are no different. We all die the same."
Regretfully.