Snuff Bunny

The Fun Begins

The driver was right. The short speech was very easy to memorize, and excited as she was, Trish had it memorized so well she felt she could have repeated it in her sleep. Though she could not tell where they were going, she felt the time pass rather quickly because she spent the entire drive focusing on the speech. At last, the van slowed, and made a sharp, slow turn, and ran over what appeared felt to Trish like some evenly spaced bumps. A smell of fresh trees filled the air inside the van, and she guessed they must be somewhere in the country. The van made a few more long lazy turns. It then finally came to a stop. She heard the engine die, and then the sound of the driver getting out of the cab.

A few moments later, the back door of the van opened again, and the driver appeared, holding the clipboard. "This is it, snuff bunny," she said, and held out her hand, inviting Trish to exit. Trembling with excitement, Trish rose from the seat and carefully stepped out of the van, setting her feet down gently to make sure the pink pumps on her feet were secure before she put her weight on them. As the driver closed the van, Trish looked around. They had arrived at what looked like a small mansion of gray stone. The richly carved fixtures jutting out from the eaves high above her gave the house a fairly Victorian look, though the wide windows and shining gold-colored door seemed in contrast to that. Several wide steps of gray brick led up to the wide porch where the door welcomed them. The driveway, likewise, was curved and made of the same gray brick. All about them, Trish could see well-manicured hedges, and trees. A small fountain stood of toward the east, illuminated by the lowering sun. Trish breathed deep, enjoying the fresh, quiet country air.

The feel of the driver's hand on her shoulder brought her out of the spell. The two looked at each other, and the driver smiled as Trish nervously pulled the robe tightly shut. "Come on," said the driver, "Let's go meet the client." The woman then put a hand on the girl's neck, and gently led her up the steps and to the wide golden door. Releasing her gentle grip, the driver then pushed the small button next to the door, ringing the doorbell. Quivering with lustful anticipation, Trish waited.

After a few seconds, the door swung open, and a tall, naked blond woman of about thirty, herself quite pretty, appeared from inside. She smiled, and sipped from a small champagne glass. "Yes?" she queried, her voice bright and musical.

"Are you Ms. Donovan?" asked the driver, and the woman nodded, flashing a bright, eager smile. Trish noted how the woman's blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. "How do you do, Ma'am," the driver continued, "I am here from the WPI Intimate Entertainment division. This is Trish. She is the snuff bunny you ordered.

The woman's eyes lit up, and she smiled as she stepped out onto the porch, her big, fairly mature titties bouncing and swaying on her chest, exciting Trish further. The girl lowered her eyes, and glanced quickly at Ms. Donavan's crotch, noting the neatly trimmed tufts of cunt hair between her richly tanned thighs. Except for the stiletto healed shoes she wore and a pair of small hoop gold earrings, the woman was completely naked.

"Great," said Ms. Donovan, "the party was just getting started, but you are right on time. That's really good service!" She looked at Trish and smiled. "Hello, Trish!" she greeted, "You look great so far. I'm glad to have you here with us."

"Thank you, Ma'am," replied Trish, keeping her voice soft and respectful, "I am honored to be here."

The driver handed the woman the clipboard and a pen, and indicated where she was to sign. The woman did so, and the driver took the clipboard and tore off another slip, this one pink. Ms. Donovan took the receipt, and then turned her attention to Trish, grinning wickedly. "Now I have to remind you, Ms. Donovan," said the driver, "that Trish is a snuff bunny, not a slave. Under the contract, she is to be snuffed by midnight tonight."

"Oh, yes," said the woman, still beaming, "that's exactly what we have in mind. She'll be dispatched for sure by the stroke of midnight." With that, the driver took her leave of the woman, wished Trish good luck, then got back in the van and drove away.

Ms. Donovan put her hand on Trish's shoulder, gulped down the last of the drink in her hand, and dashed the fragile glass aside. It shattered with a tinkling sound on the bricks of the driveway. "Come on in, snuff bunny," she said, "you're the guest of honor at tonight's party."

Respectfully, Trish nodded, and allowed the woman to half guide, half roughly push her through the door to her destiny. As the door closed behind her, she realized there was no going back. Her dream had come true.

The woman led her around the curved stairs inside the atrium, and down a short corridor with a marble floor and rich hangings on the wall. Small windows high against the ceiling illuminated their way. Trish heard soft music, and a sound of voices. Then the corridor ended, opening up into a wide brightly lit room with many comfortable furnishings, potted plants along the walls, and more hanging tapestries. In the middle of the room stood a large square frame with chains hanging from the insides of the corners, and also chains attached to each of the bottom corners. Each chain ended in a wide leather loop held shut with a silvery latch.

About ten women of varying ages milled about in the room, though it looked to Trish that Ms. Donovan was the oldest of them. They were all quite lovely. Most were completely naked, stroking their boobs or pussies. A few were partially nude, and a shapely black-haired woman was the only one still fully clothed.

Ms. Donovan guided Trish forward until she was in the open. All of the women in the room turned to look at her. A couple gasped, and those sitting stood up and moved closer, eyeing Trish as she quivered excitedly under the concealing robe.

"Attention, everyone," called Ms. Donovan, "Our entertainment for the evening has arrived. This little lady here is Trish, and she is going to be our snuff bunny for the evening!"

The group of women all lifted their hands and applauded as Trish was presented to them. "She looks great, Marsha," called a naked blonde woman with smallish tits, "but can we get a look at her?"

"Of course," said Ms. Donovan, and she took the loose end of Trish's blue satin robe, and pulled it loose. The robe fell open, then fell away, exposing the lovely, naked girl completely. Trish smiled at them, catching each woman's eye as they gasped and awed at her beauty. The girl could hear whispered comments and giggles, but no one took their eyes off of her.

"Everyone," Ms. Donovan continued, "I believe this lovely little snuff bunny has something to say to us, so gather round." They all moved forward as the woman who greeted her joined them, gazing at Trish's superbly young, nubile body with almost evil lust in her eyes. She nodded her head, giving Trish the signal to speak.

Trish beamed as bright and happy a smile as she could, lifting her eyes to the women in the room. No men, she thought. Rather disappointing, but it wouldn't really matter. She could be satisfied with an all-female group.

"Lady Donovan, and honored guests," Trish began, saying the words slowly and clearly, trying to sound sweet and respectful, "I am very pleased and honored to have this opportunity to serve your needs. You have my deepest and most heartfelt gratitude. I promise I will do my best to ensure that each of you has an evening full of joy and pleasure.

"Please use me in any way you like. I will obey every command you give me, eagerly and with much gratitude, regardless of any consequences to me. You may do whatever you like with my body. I will welcome your attentions, willingly and freely, however severe they may be, and will never resist or try to escape.

"I invite each and every one of you to fulfill your deepest desires with my body and my service. I am Trish. I am your snuff bunny. And I now surrender myself completely, utterly, and totally to you."

With that, she bowed her head respectfully. Tears of joy came to her eyes as she waited for them to begin using her.

There was silence for only a moment, then all the women in the room stood up and began applauding, some exclaiming their approval to their hostess. "Excellent choice, Marsha," they said, "Very sweet and delicate!" "Such fine, well prepared meat!" "This is going to be fun!" Trish agreed with that, and smiled to herself. Indeed, she was determined to make this the most fun and entertaining night of their lives. It was what she had dreamed of for years.

As the applause died down, Trish saw Ms. Donovan's long, sleek legs step up in front of her. "Look up, snuff bunny," she commanded, and Trish looked up, smiling at the lovely hostess, almost worshiping her bright, confident face. The blonde girl tried her best to make her face look as innocent as possible. "Well," continued Ms. Donovan, "you seem awfully eager! I'm impressed. I wish I had more time to get to know you, but I have a contract to fulfill, and my guests are excited about having you to play with. I should tell you, though, I don't like to bind my snuff bunnies unnecessarily. I would rather they be free to obey for me. I think you want that, too. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am," said Trish, grinning and jittery with excitement, "This is my life long dream. I want it more than anything. You don't have to bind me. I promise I will obey and submit and suffer deeply for you. I hope you enjoy using me! Please, Ma'am, do as you wish with me."

Ms. Donovan laughed, and a few more of the other women cheered and applauded again. The hostess turned to her guests. "Okay, girls!" she called, "No clothes allowed tonight! Rene`, will you please go to the closet in the hallway and get my 'fun box?' I think we will need it." A younger, slim waisted girl with medium sized titties and a round, bouncy ass scampered away a doorway arch, and the guests who still had some clothing on their bodies quickly began pulling the articles off. All were chattering among themselves and giggling.

Ms. Donovan turned back to Trish, and gently put her left hand on the young snuff bunny's neck, petting her softly. "Alright, let's get started!" she proclaimed. She then lifted her right hand and raised it high, palm flat. Grinning wickedly, she swung with great force, bring the flat of her palm sharply against Trish's innocent face.

SMACK!

Trish yelped slightly, and her head snapped to the right as the swat stung her vulnerable face. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she grimaced slightly from the sudden pain. She quickly returned her gaze to the hostess, smiling broadly and happily, her breath coming in short gasps as her excitement soared, and she trembled in anticipation, causing her big, soft titties to jiggle and quiver with joy. "Oh, yes, Ma'am," she said, her voice almost choking with a sob, "Oh, thank you thank you! More, please, Ma'am. Hurt me more! Let your snuff bunny delight you with her pain! Oh, please hurt me, please!"

Ms. Donovan only laughed, and turned to the now completely naked group of women as the girl called Rene` returned pushing a large wooden chest mounted on wheels into the room. "Okay, ladies," she said, " let's form a gauntlet in the middle of the room, and take this little slut through it a few times to welcome her!"

The group of lovely, naked women shuffled around and stood in two lines in the center of the large room. Despite her tears, Trish could see the square frame beyond them. Some cracked their knuckles as they stared at her. Two others, a shorthaired blonde and a raven-tressed older lady, squeezed their big, soft boobs. Rene` parked the wheeled chest, and joined the second line, rubbing her pussy vigorously as she smiled at Trish and the hostess. They now stood in two lines, six women in each line, separated by a few feet over the long woven rug on the floor.

Ms. Donovan turned to the quivering snuff bunny again. "Hands behind your neck, slut!" she commanded, and Trish quickly lifted her arms, and intertwined her fingers together behind her head. She smiled eagerly at the beautiful blonde hostess.

Ms. Donovan took both of the eager snuff bunny's nipples in her fingers, and pinched hard. Trish gasped at the sudden, welcome pain, and smiled even wider at her hostess. The blonde woman giggled, twisting both of Trish's nipples cruelly and shaking the young, tender titties back and forth, slapping them against each other to make a 'fap flap flop plop fop' sound. She giggled, and Trish felt satisfaction that her big, wobbling tits were entertaining the woman.

"Here she comes, girls," said Ms. Donovan over her shoulder, then whispered to Trish, "Walk slowly, and take short steps. Give them time to enjoy you."

Trish nodded submissively. "Yes, Ma'am," she whispered back.

Then the blonde hostess began stepping backward, pulling on Trish's hard little pink nipples, which slightly stretched the sweet white titmeat out from the young girl's shapely chest. Taking that as her cue, the small vulnerable girl slowly stepped forward, taking steps only a few inches apart as she the woman pulled on her nipples. The older woman smiled, apparently delighted to be pulling the sweet young girl around by the nipples, as if using the big, jiggly young tits were a leash on an obedient puppy.

Ms. Donovan led her snuff bunny between the two rows of eagerly waiting women. As soon as she was within arms reach of the first two, they raised their hands and began slapping Trish's body, beginning with the outstretched titties.

Slap... Flap... Whap... Thwack... Smack!

The hard, quick slaps and swats sent sharp needles of stinging pain biting into Trish's helpless young body. She gasped, open mouthed at the assault on her delicate white skin. Tears began pouring from her eyes and running down her face as Ms. Donovan continued to pull her forward by the nipples.

Whack... Wha-whap... swackswapsmack.... Fwappp-fap... Whackwhap-ap-app!

Now the slaps came faster and from different directions as Trish felt herself pulled along between the two lines of wickedly laughing women. Some of the swats struck her stretched titties, others her soft, round ass and thighs, and still others her tummy and hips and pubic mound. A few even stung her face. She smiled widely and sobbed in agony and joy, keeping her hands obediently secured behind her neck. "Oh, yes!" she cried between sobs, "Oh, more please more! Slap me! Slap my slut flesh! Hit my tits, please! Hit them hard! Oh, please, hurt me, please, and make me cry for you! Make me suffer for you so you can enjoy my pain. Please! Oh, please, make me cry for you, my ladies... my goddesses... please use me and hurt me and make me cry, please!"

The naked ladies of the gauntlet laughed and squealed delightedly as the vulnerable snuff bunny begged for their abuse and cruelty. They swung harder and faster, leaving pink handprints all over Trish's young, hitherto unmarked body. A few small bruises appeared on her bouncing stretched titties, and still the slapping assault continued.

Whack... Smack-ack-ack-swaap... Thwack-whap... Fwackfwapp... Shwack!

After about a minute, Trish felt the slapping of her naked body slow and stopped as Ms. Donovan led her all the way through. Trembling from the stinging that seemed to burn in every inch of her pale naked flesh, Trish felt the pulling on her tiny, hard nipples ease, though they were still held tightly in a pain-full grip in Ms. Donovan's fingers. She stopped walking, but continued to weep and sniffle. Tears had streaked her make-up, and thin clear snot dripped from her nose and over her lips. She hung her trembling head, and opened her eyes. Through the tears she saw her tits and tummy. The many slaps from the hands of the gauntlet women hand turned her delicate white pink skin a bright, blotchy pink, and narrow streaks of bruise criss-crossed her soft titties. The stinging still burned all over her body. It was wonderful. Not as intense as she had dreamed of for so long, but it was a sweet, delightful start.

"Round two," sneered Ms. Donovan, and then a short, evil giggle escaped her lips, "and this will be better than before!"

Trish's heart leapt, and he eyes sparkled. "Oh, yes, Ma'am," she said, "Hit your snuff bunny harder! Hurt me more so you can enjoy my suffering. I am here to suffer for you and entertain you with my pain and tears. It's so wonderful of you to hurt me and enjoy my suffering. Hurt me, lady... my sweet goddess... please hit your snuff bunny!"

Laughing, Ms. Donovan pulled again on Trish's tender nipples, this time pulling her around to turn in place until she faced the gauntlet of happily cruel naked women. She closed her eyes, and again took short, slow steps as the lovely, naked blonde hostess led the obedient and eager snuff bunny between the two rows of women, pulling her forward by her hard little nipples.

Plumph!

Trish almost doubled over from the first impact to her soft tummy. Someone had punched her with a closed fist, almost knocking the breath completely out of her. The wonderful agony surged through her middle as her gut tightened and she stumbled, gasping for breath as she struggled to stay upright.

Thoomp! Fump! Flumph!

More punches assailed her helpless body, coming from both sides. Two more to her tummy, and several to her tits, then a few to her defenseless ribs. Trish staggered, tried and failed to take a breath, and finally let out a strangled, gurgling cry. She drooled and contorted her face in anguish as the savage punches came faster and harder, repeatedly driven with pitiless force into her delicate young girl flesh.

Thumpf! Thuhfp! Thud! Phoomph! Phrump!

Over and over, hard fists battered her helpless flesh, knocking her from side to side. A couple of fists struck her chin, causing her to nip at her lip. The impact jostled her brain, and shapeless lights flashed in sharp hallucinations before her eyes. Her body spasmed in an attempt to scream, but could make no sound. She could not make herself breathe because the fists battered her tummy and chest so intensely. Pain came from everywhere, throbbed everywhere, and she nearly passed out from lack of breath as she stumbled forward, barely able to keep her hands on her neck.

At last, the beating ended as the blonde snuff bunny felt herself pulled forward by her nipples beyond the gauntlet. Weak from lack of air, her long, sleek legs buckled, and she collapsed to the floor until she stood unsteadily on her knees. Tears streamed from her face as she rocked back and forth, gasping for breath as Ms. Donovan, her wild laughter joining the others in a kind of gleeful music, partially supported the suffering snuff bunny by holding her up by her tits.

Slowly, Trish's tummy and chest muscles relaxed, making room in her lungs. As she gasped deeply for air, the young blonde girl sobbed and wept and blubbered in agony. Behind her, she could hear the guests laughing and cheering and clapping. Trish's heart warmed, even as she wailed and trembled. They were enjoying her misery. That was good. They deserved it, and the young blond girl felt glad and happy for them. She arched her back and swayed back and forth, welcoming the pain and wallowing in it for them, wailing and sobbing as she strove to make a good show of her anguish for them to enjoy.

"One more time, my miserable little piece of filth," said Ms. Donovan, and Trish opened her eyes again. Looking down, she could see her tits and her ribs and tummy. Reddish-purple bruises had begun to appear on her flesh, swollen and sore. They stood out against the pink of her delicate young skin. The sweet pain throbbed in them. She smiled, thinking how wonderful it was to bear such marks for the Ms. Donovan and her guests. Her dream seamed more real now than ever. Weakly, she moved to try to stand.

"No," said Ms. Donovan, and pulled down on the battered girl's tits, holding her low. Trish replaced her knee on the floor, holding her legs slightly apart. She felt warmth between her thighs, spreading and growing. Her shaved cunt throbbed and tingled, and she could feel moisture gather on her pussy lips and drip down to the floor. "For this last pass," continued the blonde hostess, "you will walk through the gauntlet on your knees. Be sure to keep your thighs spread wide, snuff bunny, so we can have fun with that nasty wet cunt!"

"Yes, Ma'am," said Trish, smiling through her sniffling and tears, "The snuff bunny's cunt is yours to use as you like. I will keep my legs spread for you."

Ms. Donovan nodded, and shook her own chest from side to side with excitement, making her big, pinkish-brown titties wobble and bounce and quiver excitedly. Trish saw it only for a moment, but that was enough to re-fire her own lust. Her titties ached beautifully as the beautiful, naked hostess used them to guide the young blonde girl around. Trish smiled, and relaxed her tummy and chest muscles so they would endure the full impact of the women's assault. Keeping her eyes closed, and shuffling forward on her knees, she wondered what they had in store for her this time.

Ooohfff!

Trish felt something large, bigger than a fist, driven into her tummy with the greatest force yet. Her breath gusted out of her mouth, and her gut and chest muscles convulsed tightly, refusing to let air back into her lungs. Trish felt a slight surge of thick liquid spew from her mouth, bitter and rotten. Then more still. The bile in he gut was being driving up her throat, making her spew vomit. Her body thrashed, and she would have collapsed to the floor if Ms. Donovan hadn't held her up, using her tits as handles. Trish blinked her tear-filled eyes just in time to see several feet wearing elegant pumps or stiletto high heels fly at her, kicking into her tummy and sides.

Ummph! Fumph! Glumph! Thoomp!

They women kicked at Trish's soft, defenseless girl flesh with wild savagery, cackling and laugh wickedly as they pummeled her aching, defenseless body. The tormented young girl convulsed madly, almost bringing her hands down away from her neck. She fought the impulse to curl up into a tight ball, to defend herself against the onslaught of kicks and jolts. But it would be wrong. Even in the fog of agony that churned around her she realized that it was her duty to accept this beating... to let them beat her and pound on her to their heart's content. And she wanted them to do it. That was why she was here, as their snuff bunny... to amuse and delight them by suffering any torture and abuse they wanted to inflict on her.

Phumph! Splup! Splat! Plop!

The kicks made wet, splashing noises. Then Trish shrieked breathlessly as a sudden storm of pain filled her ass and pussy. Gagging and gurgling and choking on her own bloody bile, she knew they were now kicking her cunt. Her body jerked uncontrollably, and she shook wildly from the pain. At last... at long last... they were delighting themselves by punishing her sensitive, juicy twat! She smiled as she gasped for breath, her pussy celebrating and frolicking happily in the sweet, savage cyclone of misery. Warmth became surging throbs of intense heat in Trish's wet, steamy fuckhole, and her stiff little clit vibrated so hard it burned. A dark wave of pleasure washed over her, bursting through her body from her pussy. The abused young blonde girl surrendered to the assault of sweet, painful ecstasy, and she came hard and brutally. Each sharp, merciless kick to her spasming twat and helpless tummy intensified the orgasm. Wave after wave of delight and torment washed over her. The battered and bruised snuff bunny welcomed the joyous agony greedily and desperately, and begged it in her heart to never end.

At last, though, the assault on her body did end. Swirls of light and color swarmed through Trish's mind, and she was aware of almost nothing but the pain and ecstasy that burned in her flesh. Dimly, she felt a slight awareness of her nipples being released from Ms. Donovan's grip. As if in a dream, she felt herself fall forward, almost unable to feel the impact of her body against the hardwood floor as she flopped heavily, face down on the rug. Sweet agony still cut sharp swaths of misery up and down and around and through her young, delicate girl flesh. She lay there on the floor, listening with satisfaction as the women gathered around her, calling her nasty names... "Slut! Pig girl! Fuckfilth!" and the like... and continued to ridicule and laugh at her. Despite the pain and sickness from lack of breath, Trish felt grateful and richly blessed to be on the floor in front of them, awash in misery and agony for their enjoyment. And more would come, she knew, for the evening was still quite young.

But, for now, she just lay there, struggling to catch her breath, and listening to the sweet, dreamlike music of their contemptuous laughter. She let her tears flow and bile leak out her mouth, and continued to gasp even though she could breath a little better, hoping that her small additional efforts to display her suffering would give them all yet another tiny thrill of wicked delight.

The crumpled and battered young blonde snuff bunny sobbed and bawled and choked pathetically, as much with joy as with misery. She wanted this with all her heart. She needed, in her soul, to surrender to these women, all strangers who did not know her or care about her, so that they could be amused by her agony. She wanted, needed... oh so deeply and completely... to feel pain and shame and utter worthlessness for the delight and entertainment of strangers. And now, at long last, this dream... this blessing... was upon her. She felt satisfied and deeply fulfilled, and yet, she knew, she needed more... and that she would get it in abundance before the evening was over.

As her breath became easier and her sobbing became louder, Trish heard Ms. Donovan commanding her. "Get up!" Another impact to her gut, and Trish gasped. It wasn't quite enough to knock her breath away, but it was enough to hurt a lot. She sobbed louder, and struggled to obey. She pushed up painfully, her battered arms not wanting to respond. Her heavy tits lifted off the floor, and the swaying intensified the ache emanating from the blotchy bruises that discolored them. She tried to lift up further, drawing her legs up under her to rise to her knees.

"Stay there!" said the party hostess, and Trish felt a hand grab her hair roughly and hold her in place on her hands and knees. Obediently, she remained perfectly still. Presently she felt her head jerked backward, forcing her to look up. She found herself looking into the laughing blue eyes of Ms. Donovan. Grateful for the opportunity to feast her eyes upon the hostess' glowing beauty, Trish worshipped the woman with her eyes.

Feelings washed over her, many feelings, but the strongest was a burning desire to adore this woman. Since her world had been reduced to this night, and to these women, and this beautiful, powerful woman most of all, Trish surrendered to the feelings. She knew... deep in her heart, she knew, without reservation or question... that she loved Ms. Donovan... loved her and adored her like the goddess she was.

Trish felt so small and insignificant and worthless, gazing into those wonderful contempt-filled eyes. The young girl wanted... indeed, badly needed... with all her mind, heart, body, and soul... to give herself up to this woman, her Goddess. Trish knew, and felt, as if with a burning unfulfillable lust, that no price was too great for her to pay. She would gladly, gratefully, and even eagerly endure any burden, suffer any pain, sink to any shame, if only it would inspire a smile on that face... a sparkle of delight to those eyes... a chuckle of laughter in that wonderful voice.

All that mattered now, to Trish, was Ms. Donovan's contentment and delight. And as she worshiped the woman, weeping with thankful joy, she swore in her heart that she would make every moment of this evening a source of amusement for beautiful Ms Donovan... and to be the perfect, obediently eager little snuff bunny for her Goddess.

"You did well, you nasty little lump of filthy girl meat," said Ms. Donovan at last, and Trish felt her heart burn with joy at the few words of praise, "Usually my snuff bunnies cannot complete more than two trips through the gauntlet. But you completed all three! You just might be able to finish the evening for us... if you can stay conscious, that is."

Trish moved her hands shakily back to their place behind her neck, and sobbed with joy at her Goddess' sweet words. "Oh, thank you... thank you..." she cried, tears pouring down her face, off her chin, and splashing on her sore, bruised titties, "Oh, my.... m... my Goddess.... Ms. Donovan. Your snuff bunny is unworthy of your praise, but I am deeply grateful for it, and for the blessing of being allowed to amuse You and Your guests by suffering for You. Thank you, oh my sweet Goddess, for using and hurting and beating my worthless girl meat for your enjoyment. I am so deeply blessed that battering my filthy body brought you pleasure. Thank you, my Goddess, thank you for letting my pain and suffering entertain you."

Ms. Donovan smiled and laughed at the girl's pitiful gratitude. "Well, little snuff bunny," she continued as the other women laughed hysterically at Trish, "I think you should show me and my guests how grateful you are." The lovely, blue-eyed woman jerked Trish's head down, forcing her to bend all the way to the floor. Using the snuff bunny's hair as a handle, she pressed the bruised, tear-streaked face to her black-strapped high healed stilettos, smearing Trish's face against the shiny black leather and dainty bare toes at the end. "Lick my feet, you nasty excuse for a girl," she commanded, "Use those hot pink lips and filthy tongue to worship my feet and shoes! Lick them clean!"

Trish's Goddess laughed with amused derision as the grateful snuff bunny eagerly and greedily licked and kissed those beautiful, angelic feet and shoes. The small blonde girl wept with intense joy, licking and kissing the leather and toes, washing them clean with her tongue. It was heavenly to her. She knew she could never be worthy of this privilege, but here she was, enjoying the blessing of being allowed to worship her Goddess magnificent feet. Gently, lovingly, and with utmost care she covered every square inch of Ms. Donovan's feet and shoes with sweet, adoring kisses, careful to keep her hands on her neck, which made moving difficult. Quickly and skillfully, she darted her tongue between the woman's dainty little toes, washing away every bit of filth and dirt to leave them white and clean. She swallowed, and felt the bitter, gritty taste of the dirt in her throat. To her, it was sweeter and tastier than the finest caviar or truffles. After all, it was the wonderful filth from between the toes of beautiful Ms. Donavan, her beloved and adored Goddess.

"Enough," sneered Ms. Donovan, and she pulled up on Trish's head, roughly dragging the snuff bunny around by her blonde hair, then forced her face down to the feet of the first woman they came to. "Now, my guests, girl filth!" said Trish's Goddess, "Clean their feet as well!"

As they all stood around Trish, and forced her one after the other to kiss and was their feet, they continued to laughed at her and make filthy remarks about her. Trish continued her attentions to their feet lovingly and dutifully, determined to give every one of them as much delight and fun as possible. As small and degraded as it made her feel, she knew it was her duty, as their snuff bunny. She welcomed their contemptuous remarks and filthy names, because sparks of laughter and happy smiles flowered among them. She was just filth for them, a target for their contempt and abuse. It was wonderful... and with each shoe she kissed, each dainty little toe she licked and cleaned with her mouth, she became more deeply and fulfilled and satisfied to be their snuff bunny.

Finally, the last of the women, the redhead Rene`, had had enough of the tiny, bruised girl's mouthful attentions, and pulled her up. Trish smiled contentedly as she stood on her knees, swallowing the last bit of toe jam from between Rene's toes. She smiled contentedly, keeping her hands on her neck as she waited.

"Well, Marsha," said Rene`, holding Trish's head up by her tangled blonde hair, "what shall we do with this nasty little slut now? We still have lots of time. The sun isn't even down yet!"

"I've been thinking about it," said the snuff bunny's magnificent, adored Goddess as she approached and stood over Trish, looking down at her with disgust, "I think I have an idea. There is no reason to keep her to ourselves. Let's share her, and let everyone know what a filthy, nasty little lump of girl-puke she is! She deserves nothing better."

Trish remained silent, but began trembling with apprehension and excitement. Her pussy began to throb and heat up again, and she breathed heavily. She yelped as Ms. Donovan playfully swatted the bruised little blonde snuff bunny's jiggling, bouncy titties. "Oh, thank you, sweet Goddess," muttered Trish, but Ms. Donovan only laughed wickedly.

"Where can we do that, Marsha?" asked one of the other women. Trish could not tell which one.

"In town, of course," said the powerful, blue-eyed hostess, "Rene', take this nasty puddle of girl puke out to my car, and stuff her in the trunk. The keys are in it. Everybody else follow us in your own car. Don't bother getting dressed! We're going into town to have some fun with our snuff bunny. And I am going to take some special toys to make sure we that our nasty little snuff bunny provides us with a good time!"

Laughter filled the room, and Trish trembled with anticipation. As she crawled after Rene`, dragged by her hair, she wondered what her Goddess had in mind. There would be more people, for certain, so she was sure to be publicly humiliated. Still, even as Rene' dragged her outside into the long shadows of late afternoon, over the cobblestones to a long black limousine, the sore and bruised girl could not fathom her Goddess' mind.

Rene` opened the driver's door and popped the lid of the trunk. Then she carelessly dragged the helpless, eager girl to the back of the car. "Get in, filthy slut!" the young redhead commanded, her voice full obvious delight at being in charge of the girl. Trish decided to let the girl entertain herself just a bit. Though she was quick, she hesitated a moment over the edge of the trunk. Her tits hung down almost against the oily carpet on the floor of the trunk compartment, and she held her soft round bottom high, keeping the muscles loose and soft. She held her ass still, displaying the soft bruised cheeks of girl flesh as if it were a vulnerable offering.

It worked. Rene` drew a hand back and delivered a powerful, stinging swat across Trish's meaty round bottom. "Ouch!" cried the blonde snuff bunny, letting the delicate globes of girl meat jiggle and quiver, giving Rene` a good show for just a second. "What are you waiting for, slut?" growled the girl, though Trish could tell there was a hint of satisfaction in the girl's impatience, "Get in there where you belong! And stay quiet! We don't want to listen to your sniveling while we're driving!"

"Yes, ma'am," said Trish, keeping her voice a high pitched whine to make herself sound submissive and obedient. She scrambled into the trunk and lay on her back, arching her back slightly to hold up her big, wobbling tits. She looked up at the lovely redheaded girl, and Rene' only grinned wickedly at her. Then the redhead snorted, bent toward the blonde girl, and spat a thick wad of filthy green mucus onto Trish's bruised, tear-stained face. Trish was a bit surprised at this, but did not flinch or even close her eyes. She just smiled and looked back up at Rene`, noting the redhead's round, low-hanging titties. "Thank you, ma'am," she said sweetly, "for blessing this worthless snuff bunny with the gift of your spit. I am very grateful. I hope I am allowed to keep it there, and not wash it off. May I keep it, ma'am, please?"

Rene` laughed wickedly. "Keep it, you nasty piece of girl filth," she said, her voice dripping with delighted contempt, "Leave it where it is until we get where we are going, then eat it!"

"Yes, ma'am," said Trish, smiling sweetly as the redhead slammed the trunk closed. The snuff bunny lay in the darkness for long minutes listening to voices and sounds outside the car. As she was told, she left the nasty slug of spit on her face, wishing she had a mirror and some light so she could see how it decorated her.

At last, several voices including Ms. Donovan's approached, and Trish heard her Goddess call out, "Let's get this show on the road!" There was gleeful female laughter, then the sound of opening and closing car doors. Trish felt the limousine jostle and rock slightly as passengers filled its seats, then she heard more doors slam shut.

Car engines roared to life somewhere close, then the driver, probably Ms. Donovan herself, started the limousine's engine. Trish heard music from the car's radio, then felt the car lurch forward and smoothly round a curve and speed forward. Smiling to herself, the young blonde snuff bunny let her imagination run wild. The immediate future seemed terrifyingly close, and full of promise.