Snuff Bunny

By

Robin Lane

Good News

"Trish, will you come down here?"

The pretty blonde high school girl looked up from her history textbook as she heard her mother's voice call from downstairs. "Coming!" she shouted back through the open door as she closed the book, turned off the radio, and stood up from her desk. She adjusted the yellow halter she wore and smoothed her white short shorts over her curvy hips, then slipped her dainty bare feet into a pair of white canvas shoes and darted out her bedroom door with a teenager's energy and quickness.

As she descended the stairs of the suburban middle class home, she saw her mother siting on the couch. In the overstuffed chair opposite her sat another figure, and Trish's heart almost stopped when she saw the man. It was indeed a man... a real male MAN... here, in her mother's house. She smiled happily, knowing how rare men were these days, and feeling rather lucky to be able to see such a dark, handsome face close up. He wasn't naked, though, as she would have liked. As she stepped off the stairs and turned toward them, the man and her mother stood up, smiling. Apparently the man wasn't here for anything intimate, because he wore a plain gray business suit and held a small brown document case in his hands. Trish still felt excited to see him and her mother together, and her pleasure showed in the way she bounded merrily up to the waiting couple, her big, soft teen titties bouncing visibly, hardly constrained at all by the loose halter top.

"Hi, Mom," she said as walked up to the, "What's up?"

Trish's mother beamed a happy smile. "Trish, honey," she said, "This is Mr. Wilson from WPI, and I think he has some good news for you."

'WPI?" asked Trish, flashing the man an excited smile, "You mean, there's some news on my application?"

The man laughed, and looked at Trish's mother. "Shall I get right down to business," he asked.

"Go ahead!" said the older, red haired woman.

Trish gazed wide-eyed and smiling at the man, her excitement evident in the way her smooth, soft young body trembled with anticipation. Her breath came in short pants as she listened, feeling it was the news she had been hoping for the last two years.

The man turned his attention to Trish. "Well, Miss Kendal," he said, "Eight months ago you submitted your application for our Intimate Entertainment program to WPI, and have since then completed all the tests. Our specialists have examined your results and have found your competencies to be well above average, you're physical attributes to be of the best quality, and your tolerances to be among the highest we have ever encountered. Last week, one of our client's took a look at your portfolio, and chose yours out of over ten thousand applicants for a Grade One entertainment contract."

Trish gasped at the words. Grade One! The best that a teenage girl could achieve at WPI! "You mean... I... its going... I mean... is it true?" she stammered, emotions quickly overcoming her as she covered her mouth with her trembling hands, feeling her dream bearing down on her.

"Miss Kendal," continued the man, "the Women's Punishment Institute is very proud, and give me personally great pleasure, to inform you that you have been selected to be a Grade One subject for our client via our Intimate Entertainment program."

"A snuff bunny?" cried Trish, tears of joy pouring down her face, while her entire body trembled uncontrollably, "Is it really true? Am I really going to be a snuff bunny?"

The man's smile widened. "It's true," he said, "Congratulations! I'm very happy for you."

Trish reached for her mother and fell against her, wrapping her arms around her mother's neck. The two held each other, sobbing in unashamed joy and pleasure at the wonderful news. Trish could already feel her pussy getting warm and her asshole throbbing. Her dream was coming true. "Oh, Mom," she cried, nearly jumping up and down while the two held each other, "A snuff bunny! There's going to make me snuff bunny!"

The older woman held still, but hugged beautiful young blonde daughter tight. She sobbed as well, and with no less joy than Trish did. "I know, sweetheart," she said, "Oh, Trish, I'm so proud... so very proud of you!"

They held each other for some time, sharing the joy of the moment with each other. The Trish heard the man give a deliberate cough to interrupt them. "I hate to break this up," he said politely, "but there is a pressing issue we must discuss quickly."

Trish forced herself to calm down, and mother and daughter loosened their embrace. They turned to the man, and listened, still sniffling and crying with joy, smiles beaming from their lovely female faces.

"Normally," continued the man, "subjects in the I.E. program are given two to four weeks to prepare for their assignments. However, our client has requested immediate service. Her event is this evening, beginning at four o'clock, and Trish's competencies show that she doesn't require further training."

Trish's mother gasped at hearing the time. "Four o'clock?" she queried, "Why, it's almost noon now. Can that be done?"

"Yeah," said Trish, a little surprised herself, "That does sound very quick."

"Well, it is Saturday," said the man, "but the client had no qualms about paying for speedy service, and in addition to the one hundred thousand dollar standard fee to your mother, the client has agreed to pay an additional eighty thousand for urgent service. And it CAN be done, if we leave in the next few minutes. As soon as your mother signs the contract, I will call our prep team and they will bring in a few extra hands to help you prepare for the event.

"The client must be rich," said Mom to the guest, "and I know you can't reveal who they are, but it sounds like they have a good time planned. But, it's up to my daughter." She turned to the young, blonde teen girl. "What do you think, Trish?"

"Well, gee, Mom," she said, "I really would like to go, and I know you can use the extra money from the quick service fee. But I won't have time to call my friends or make arrangements with school."

"I can do that for you, sweetheart. Don't worry about school," said Mom, "but I know how much you would like to tell your girlfriend's yourself." She smiled wickedly. "They are all going to be SOOOOOOOO jealous!" They laughed together, and Trish knew it was true. She would be the envy of every girl at her high school. "Still," continued Mom, "it's up to you. But you have to say yes or no right now."

"She's right, young lady," said the man, "We haven't got a lot of time. As it is we just barely will have enough time to get you to the Institute's local annex, get you prepped, and deliver you to the client by four o'clock to fulfill the contract."

"Well..." said Trish, looking back and forth from her mother to the man and back again, a little unsure. But, then she remembered all the classes and training she took, how hard she worked, dreaming of this moment. She jumped up and down excitedly, causing her large firm young boobs to bounce and quiver obscenely under the fabric of her yellow top. "Yes! Yes!" she cried, "Of course it's yes! Take me and make me a snuff bunny tonight! I can't wait!"

Mom and the man laughed, then he opened the pouch and reached inside. "Alright," he said as he handed the older woman the three-page contract, "Here you go, Ms. Kendal. Read it all and make sure you understand. Oh, and pay close attention to the second article. That's your guarantee that you will get the standard fee and the quick service fee.

Trish watched excitedly as her mother took the contract and the man handed her a pen. Sitting down on the couch again, Mom read each page slowly and carefully. To Trish, it seemed forever until the older woman looked back up. "It's all good," she said, then glanced at her daughter, "Okay, Trish. This is it!" The young girl felt her nipples harden and her clit tingle as she watched her mother put her signature on the each page. At last, the woman rose, and handed the man the papers. He took them, then handed the third copy back to the woman. "That's your copy," he said, then he turned to Trish, "We should leave right away... little snuff bunny," he said as kind of a serious jest, "so you should say goodbye to your mother now while you still have the chance."

Smiling widely, joy and pride beaming from tear-stained face, the girl embraced her mother once more. "Oh, Mom," she said, "Thank you. I am so happy! My dream is finally coming true!"

"I know, baby," said Mom, kissing her daughter on the cheek and patting her back comfortingly, "I'll miss you, but I know how hard you've worked for this." She pulled back, and the two looked at each other. "Oh, Trish. Remember that I love you, and I am so very proud of you. You've always been a blessing to me, and now you will be a blessing for WPI's client as well."

"I love you too, Mom," said Trish, "I wish I could share this with you."

"Well, the contract says I will get a report on your performance," said Mom, "So you just do a good job for these people, and make that report glow. That will be sharing enough for me."

"I will, Mom," said Trish, "I promise! I'll be the best snuff bunny ever!"

The two hugged once more, said their final tearful good-byes, and reluctantly parted. As Trish followed the man out to the long Cadillac limousine parked out front, she wondered if she should ask if she should bring anything with her. But then she thought it would be irrelevant, since she would need so much as a change of clothes. The man opened the passenger door for her, and as she got in, Trish turned her head and waved once last time to her mother. The she got inside the luxurious limousine, and the man followed her in.

The man signaled the driver and a moment later the car pulled away from the curb, headed down the street. The man made a short phone call, apparently to tell the prep team they were on their way, and then opened the limousine's bar cabinet, took out a champagne glass and a bottle of bubbly. He handed the smiling, excited girl the glass, and quickly popped the cork on the bottle. She held out the glass, and he poured it full of the sparkling pink beverage. "You must be very excited," he said as he put the cork back in the bottle, "and probably a little horny, if that wet spot in the crotch of your shorts is any indication."

Trish just laughed, and sipped the sparkling liquid, relishing the taste. She knew the wet spot was there, and knew she couldn't hide it. After all, there was no need for modesty any more. "Yes, I am feeling a bit turned on," she said, and sipped from her glass again. She looked up at the man. He was still enjoying the sight of the wet spot between her sleek, meaty long legs. "Say, I've never had a real man before. Do you thing you could..."

The man held up his hand, stopping her. "No, I can't," he said, "Not that I don't want to, but regulations forbid it, and WPI's commercial division is very strict about quality. I'm afraid if you want release, at least immediately, you will have to take care of it yourself."

"Myself?" said Trish, and she emptied her glass.

"Yes, of course," said the man, and he opened the bottle again, and refilled her glass, "Go ahead! I don't mind, and you deserve it."

Trish smiled, drank deeply from the glass again as he replaced the cork, and she smiled. What the heck! It didn't matter. She slid her hips forward in the brown leather seat, unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, then drank from the glass again as she slipped her free hand into her shorts, under the band of her sheer pink panties, and slid three fingers into her hot, wet teen cunt. The motion of the car made her big titties jiggle and wobble from side to side as she fingered herself vigorously. Every time she emptied her glass, the man filled it again for her. Soon she was feeling very high and tingly all over. She pinched her clit just as the car hit a slight bump, making her boobs bounce wildly. The combination of the alcohol, her rubbing, and the jostling of her body from the car's motion carried her over the edge, and she came hard, moaning and gasping, bucking her hips and soaking her shorts in girl juice.

As the orgasm faded, she could hear the man laughing slightly, obviously enjoying the show. Let him look, she thought. She didn't care. She wasn't a girl any more. All that was behind her now, and the limousine carried her to her new, short but intense future as a snuff bunny.

Preparing the Bunny

After some time, the limousine pulled into a parking lot and up to a long low building with several doors. A number of other cars were also parked in the lot, and a white delivery van. Despite the stoned feeling in her head from the champagne, Trish could still read the logo on the side of the van. 'Intimate Entertainment, a Division of the Women's Punishment Institute.' The lovely blonde girl smiled as the man who rode with her took the glass from her hand and the limousine parked just behind the van. Immediately, one of the doors of the building opened, and several young women, looking not much older than Trish, appeared from inside wearing long white coats and rushing toward the car. Trish noticed one of them pushing a padded wheelchair. She looked at the man. "What's that?" she asked.

"Oh, we don't let you walk now until you arrive at the client's event," he said, "We don't leave anything to chance, and we won't risk you getting hurt, not even a stubbed toe or scratched finger."

Well, Trish though, that made sense. Besides, why shouldn't she enjoy letting some one else, in fact a lot of people, take care of her? After all... she was now a snuff bunny!

The door opened, and the man climbed out, and Trish heard him speak. "Here she is, everyone," he announced as big-titted blonde girl emerged from the car, "Our new snuff bunny, Trish!" He presented the girl, and Trish smiled as the small crowd of young women cheered and applauded. Some of them jumped up and down excitedly.

One of the girls, a slim brunette with smallish titties and long legs, who wore red pumps on her tiny feet, pushed the wheelchair up to Trish and invited her to sit. "Hi," she said, her voice happy and friendly, "I'm Amanda, the Subject Preparation Director at this annex for WPI." She put her hands on Trish's shoulders and held her steady as the girl lowered herself into the seat and lifted her feet into the stirrups. "These girls are your prep team. They will help you get ready for your assignment. We're all very please and happy to be a part of your snuff experience, and we want you to be as ready and beautiful as possible for it."

"Thanks," said Trish, feeling very welcome and comfortable here, "I know I am going to have a great time. I hope I do a good job."

"Time's wasting, girls," said Mr. Wilson, "We need to get her inside, get her registered, and then get her prepped as quick as we can so we can get her to the client on time."

Amanda agreed, and Mr. Wilson led the way back through the door. Amanda pushed the wheelchair, carrying Trish closely behind. The other girls of the team followed, and Trish could hear them mumbling and giggling among themselves. "Gosh, she is so beautiful," said one of them, though Trish could not see. Then she heard other comments. "Oh, she is so lucky." "This is going to be fun." "I'm jealous of those big tits!" "Wow, look at them jiggle!" Trish smiled to herself, enjoying their admiration as they made their way down the hall toward the prep rooms.

Presently, the hall opened up into what appeared to be a wide reception area, and Amanda pushed Trish up to the desk. There was no one there. Amanda sat in the chair behind the desk, and turned on the computer. Mr. Wilson came up to her, and handed her the document case. Then he turned to Trish, put his hand on her shoulder, and smiled. "Well, little snuff bunny," he said, "I will leave you in the capable hands of your prep team. On behalf of WPI, I want to extend my congratulations one last time, and say how grateful we are that you have chosen to participate in our program and be a snuff bunny for us."

"Thank you, Sir," Trish said, "I promise I won't let you down."

Mr. Wilson said goodbye to her, then took his leave of the team, and disappeared down the hallway. Trish then turned back to Amanda, and watched as the lovely slim woman typed a few lines into the computer, reading from the documents. "We're almost ready to get started, she said, "but first I have to make sure you understand your responsibilities to our client. Can you tell me what they are?"

"Yes," said Trish, "I've studied it for a long time. As a snuff bunny, my job is to be as beautiful and cheerful as possible for the client. I must allow them to use and abuse and torture me in any way they wish, and not complain or resist, and to make a good show of my suffering for them to enjoy. If they tell me to do something, I must do it quickly, eagerly and enthusiastically regardless of the consequences to me. I must not ask for mercy, and I should, wherever appropriate, beg them as hard as I can to continue to inflict their most brutal attentions on my body."

"That's excellent," said Amanda, typing some more lines in to the computer, "Do you know how you are expected to end your commitment?"

"Yes. At the end of the evening, probably when they are tired of using my body..." That comment brought a few giggles from the girls of the prep team and a smile from Amanda. "... I am to allow them to butcher me alive in any way they wish. I must surrender myself to be butchered, cheerfully and eagerly of course, and continue to make a show of my suffering for them as much as I can right up to the point of my final expiration."

"That's right," said Amanda, "and according to their contract, they must snuff you before midnight tonight, which means you must draw your final breath before the clock says twelve-o-one in the morning. They can do whatever they like with you within that stipulation, and you must make sure they enjoy and are entertained by every moment of your suffering for the entire evening. Do you understand all that?"

"Yes, I do," said Trish, beaming a confident smile.

"Great!" said Amanda, and she pressed a button on the keyboard. A small printer then slowly pushed out a sheet of paper. Amanda took it, lay it on the desk in front of Trish, and handed her a pen. "This is the final piece of paperwork," she said, "It just says that you know your responsibilities as a snuff bunny, and that you intend to fulfill them at the client's behest as per the contract."

Trish took the pen, and looked at the page. Indeed, it said exactly that, and she did indeed understand what she had to do. With easy assurance, she signed the paper and gave it and the pen back to Amanda. "That's it," said the pretty brunette, "Let's get started! Take her back to the salon, girls, and get her stripped and ready for shaving. I'll be there in a few moments."

A short cheer arose from the small crowd of girls behind Trish, then she felt someone grab the handles of the chair, turn it, and begin pushing it down a short hallway behind the desk. The other girls followed closely behind, still laughing and giggling and cooing and commenting on how beautiful and sexy Trish was. Amanda stayed behind to finish and secure the paperwork.

They pushed their way through a pair of wide double doors, and entered what appeared to be a lavish beauty salon with a single chair in front of the business wall covered with mirrors. They pushed the wheelchair up to the counter next to the shop chair, and stopped. "Help me get her clothes off," said the girl who had pushed her, a tall redhead with long, curly hair and ample tits. She was joined immediately by a slightly plump blonde wearing glasses and sporting massive boobs that looked like they were straining the buttons on her long white service coat... which looked almost like a lab coat. She gently took Trish's hands and lifted them up, holding her arms above her head. The redhead then took the hem of the new snuff bunny's top and lifted it up past her head and over her arms. In a moment, Trish was free of the yellow halter, and her massive you teen titties, smooth and just slightly tanned hung free and exposed on her shapely chest, crowned by wide pinkish-brown aureoles with just slightly darker little nipple nubs. As soon as she was free of the halter, Trish could see the other girls quickly unbuttoning their coats and flinging them aside. They were all fairly pretty young girls; three blondes, another brunette, and a dark-haired Asian girl with fairly small titties. Not one had any hair between their legs, and Trish could see their glistening cunt lips easily in the bright light. Beside her, the girls who took off her top also were disrobing, and soon they were all naked, admiring Trish's sweet, flawless teen body and especially her big, jiggling titties. Trish smiled at them, pushing her chest out to display her tits proudly to them.

The redhead, now naked with her own big, bouncy and slightly-freckled titties swinging loosely, put her hands under Trish's arms, and the second girl, also naked seized the waistband of the snuff bunny's white shorts. Trish felt herself raised slightly, and the plump girl quickly slid the shorts from Trish's hips, down her legs, and then off. She then did the same with Trish's tiny pink panties. As the redhead set Trish back into seat, one of the blondes and the Asian girl stepped up and gently lifted her feet. Smiling, they slipped off the girl's white canvas shoes. Trish smiled, knowing that she was now completely naked and exposed to their view. It excited her to be naked in front of so many strangers who oo'ed and aww'ed at her beauty.

Trish felt her excitement building in her, and she wanted to finger herself again. But before she could, she felt hands slipping under her arms and legs. A moment later, she was gently and gracefully lifted, and the prep team girls carefully carried her to the beauty chair, and set her softly in the seat. One girl, the small-titted brunette, lifted her bare feet and placed them in the leg support footrests. Then, she reached between Trish's legs and pressed a lever. Trish felt the leg supports swing out and lock in place. Now she was sitting in the beauty chair, naked with her lovely long legs spread wide and her sweet cunt, lightly shrouded in thin wisps of pussy hair, exposed for everyone to see while girl juice leaked from between the narrow, smooth lips. She felt even more excited now, knowing that they were all looking at her pussy and her tits. A couple of them even licked their lips.

"Okay girls," said a voice that Trish recognized as Amanda's, "Out of the way so I can get busy."

The small crowd of lovely naked girls shuffled to the sides, and Trish watched the Preparation Director step forward. Amanda was naked now as well, her shining brown hair hanging down almost to the nipples of her smallish cone-shaped titties with dark brown nipples. She bore in her left hand a can of shaving gel and a straight razor. Her creamy skin had a light brown tone, and like the others, her pussy was completely hairless. Her dark pink lips protruded out obscenely while her large pink clit, adorned with a tiny gold ring pierced through the nub, vibrated visibly. The sight of the lovely brunette woman excited Trish even further, and she felt her juices leaking from her cunt and pooling around her ass cheeks in the seat as she spread her thighs a little further.

Amanda stared wide-eyed at the golden-haired girl in the chair, and licked her lips. "Oh, wow," she said, her voice heavy and breathy, "now isn't that just a lovely sight?" Giggles emerged from a few of the other girls.

Trish just smiled, and lifted her arms over her head as if idly stretching. The movement lifted her beautiful round boobs and pushed them forward. She squirmed slightly in the seat, teasing the woman and the rest of the team. "Mmmm." she moan, and then smiled, "Do you like what you see?"

"Oh, yes," said Amanda, gracefully swaying her slender hips as she stepped slowly up between Trish's firm, sleek thighs, "yes I do... very much." Without being urged or invited, she leaned forward, supporting herself on the beauty chair's arms, and lowered her face to Trish's big, glowing boobs and gently took one of the girls tiny, rubbery nipples between her shining dark lips. Trish moaned with pleasure as she felt Amanda begin softly sucking, and soft sparks of pleasure darted from the nipple and traced tiny hot trails of delight throughout the young blonde snuff bunny's young body. Trish lowered her hands to the woman's head, and began gently petting her hair and stroking her face. She felt her hips begin slowly grinding on the chair beneath her, and she made no effort to control it. For long moments, she enjoyed the sweet sensation of the woman's quick talented tongue slithering over the nipple.

Around them, Trish could hear coos and moans from the other team members as they watched. She opened her pleasure-filled eyes a little, and saw them all standing around, their mouth drooling and eyes wide as they gazed at Trish enjoying Amanda's attentions. Most had one hand thrust between their legs, fingering their clits while the other squeezed and pulled at their soft mounds of titflesh. One of the blondes stood with the Asian girl, and the two were petting each other, squeezing each other's boobs and stroking their tummies, right down to their plainly dripping cunts.

The orgy did not last long. After a few seconds, Amanda stood up straight. Trish moaned and pouted, sorry to see the moment end. Amanda looked at her, sill smiling. "Enough," she said, somewhat forcefully, "we've got to get you ready in a hurry. But we can still pleasure you while we do that." She looked up. "Sandra, will you step up behind her and wrap your tits around her neck while I shave her. You can massage her tits if you like."

A moment later, Trish felt the woman move up behind her, and stoop a little. Then she felt warmth and soft firmness as the woman lifted her boobs, set them on Trish's smooth white shoulders, and pressed them against her neck. The heat flowed easily from the massive titties into Trish's skin, deepening the girl's pleasure. "There you go, little snuff bunny," she said, her deep voice smooth and breathy, "You just relax and let us do all the work." Trish did just that, moaning again as rested her head against the redhead's chest. Sandra then slipped her hands around to the young girl's chest, cupped her soft titties and began gently kneading them. Trish looked around, and smiled happily as she noticed the other girls continuing to finger themselves vigorously.

Amanda asked one of the girls, the blonde with an almost flat chest, to bring over a bowl of water. A moment later, she appeared with the bowl and handed it to Amanda, who stooped and set it down on the floor. Amanda then used her hand to scoop up some of the warm, clear water, and dribbled it onto Trish's exposed pussy, soaking the hair. The water ran down the crease between her vulva and each thigh, and some down her pussy, flowing between her sensitive pink lips. Amanda then used her hand, then gently but firmly rubbed the water all over the girl's pubic mound, making sure every tiny golden hair was wet.

Then Amanda took brought up the can of shaving gel, and squirted some of the sweet smelling pink gel onto her fingers. She began spreading the cool gel all over Trish's pussy mound, rubbing it into the soft thin layer of delicate fur. The pink foam began to turn white and foamy, and within a few seconds Trish's entire cunt was layered in a thick blanket of white, soapy foam.

Amanda then reached into the bowl, and washed the foam from her hands. Then she smiled up at Trish, and brought up the long straight razor, it's sharp edge gleaming in the light. "Here it come," she said to the sitting girl, "Try not to move. I don't want to nick your nooky."

Trish nodded, and steadied herself, though Sandra's attentions to her soft, sensitive tits made that very difficult. She watched, fascinated, as Amanda lowered the razor to her warm, soapy cunt. Amanda was apparently very experienced, and Trish imagined that this woman's skill with the razor was probably one reason she was the Preparation Director. Amanda moved her steady hand slowly and carefully, sliding the gleaming edge over the blonde girl's cunt, lifting away the soap with each slow swipe, taking away the soft cunt hair with it. Trish could hardly feel the edge cut anything at all. But every time the blade lifted and was cleaned in the water below, Trish could see the bare skin of her cunt, completely unadorned by even the slightest hint of pussy fur.

Amanda worked quickly and with great care. The shaving did not take long, and Trish was rather disappointed when the brunette woman with the razor brought up a wet wash cloth and cleaned away the few streaks of soap that still showed on Trish's pussy. Then she asked Lin, the Asian girl, to bring her a towel and a mirror. Amanda dried the young snuff bunny's cunt with the towel, and then lifted up the mirror so that Trish could see her newly shaved cunt clearly. "What do you think?" she asked.

Trish smiled wide-eyed at the sight in the mirror. Her cunt was now cleanly and expertly shaved. Not even a dark follicle root could be seen. However, with the hair gone, she could see her narrow pink cunt lips clearly. They glistened and swelled and pulsed in the light. Spread as she was, the lips gaped slightly, allowing Trish a rare glimpse of the bright, wet folds of pink girl meat inside her hot, throbbing fuckhole. She licked her lips, and smiled at Amanda as Sandra continued to squeeze and gently twist her soft, massive tits. "Oh, that is sweet," she exclaimed, noticing a thin trail of girl-cum form inside her gaping cunt and leak out, slowly running down toward her asshole, "I never shaved myself before, and now I wish I had. I don't think my pussy has ever been more beautiful or fuckable. I love it!"

Giggles and snickers came from the other girls, and even Amanda laughed a little. Then she stood up, wiping the remaining soap off of the razor and her own hands. "Alright," she said, getting the other girls' attention, and Sandra stood up, lifting her hands away from Trish's soft, warm boobs, "Lets get her into the shower and get her cleaned up."

The women all gathered around Trish as Amanda took away razor, towel, and water bowl. Gently, the slipped their hands under Trish and lifted her out of the chair. They carefully carried her through a wide door, and Trish could tell from the tiled walls that this was an open shower. She expected them to let her down and let her stand to bathe herself, but they still held her as they stood under a star-shaped arrangement of shower heads on chrome pipes that came down from the white tiled ceiling.

A moment later, Lin appeared with a bottle of soft soap and a number of white wash clothes. As the warm water began spraying down from the shower heads, somewhat surprising Trish though she quickly regained her composure, Lin handed each of the woman one of the clothes while the still bore Trish with one hand. There were so many, and Trish felt them holding her so securely, that, although she was wet, she felt rather safe and knew they would not drop her.

Once everyone was soaked and dripping, Lin stood forward, opened the bottle, and held it over Trish's naked body. She smiled as she squeezed the bottle. A thick white stream of liquid soap, looking rather like cum, Trish thought, squirted out of the bottle with a 'squish' sound. It splattered in slippery globs all over her tummy and tits. Lin squeezed harder, covering the young snuff bunny's tits with the soap. She even laughed as she squirted a blob onto Trish's freshly shaved twat.

The water flow increased, and Trish grinned with pleasure as the women held her securely aloft with one hand, and began swabbing the soap and water all over her body. Trish relaxed, enjoying the feeling of so many soft, gentle hands slithering all over her young flesh, slathering her tits in lather and dipping into the crevices where one body part met another. They washed her quickly and cleanly, even reaching under her to gently scrub her back, ass cheeks, and between the cheeks to make sure she was clean around her tight little asshole. Sandra, still near her head, squeezed out her cloth and gently washed Trish's pretty face, making sure every exposed bit of skin below her scalp line was cleaned several times. She even washed behind and around the young blonde's ears, then pressed her finger against the cloth and swabbed the curly folds of her ears, ending with a playful scrubbing of Trish's earlobes.

It didn't take long before the bathe was over, though Trish felt like she had been washed many times in succession. Indeed, her body had never felt so clean. As they prep crew tossed aside their washcloths and held her up to rinse, Amanda appeared again holding three red rubber enema bags with long white tubes curled up and hanging on the side hooks. Trish could see the nozzles, and could see them glisten with the clear lube jelly that had been applied to them. The bags themselves bulged, indicating they were already prepared to be used.

"We have to clean you out inside," said Amanda, "Are you ready?"

Trish nodded, and with the women still holding her up and the shower still streaming, Amanda had Lin hold two of the full bags. Then she lifted the remaining bag, uncurled the flexible tube, and smiled as her team lifted Trish's legs high and wide. Then she leaned in closer, and aimed the tube at Trish's tight little asshole. The young blonde girl moaned as she felt the tip touch her sphincter, then push past it and slide easily into her ass. It felt cold and wet, but it did not stretch her at all.

Amanda then held the bag high, and pulled the valve open. Immediately, Trish felt a rush of warm liquid streaming into her colon. It felt wonderful at the moment, but the bag looked rather full. She watched, wide-eyed, as the bag quickly deflated. The pressure in her tummy built, and she began to feel bloated and full. As steady as the team held her, she still felt the warm water churning and sloshing around inside her.

Just as she thought the pressure was going to become painful, Trish could see that the bag was empty. The flow into her ass had stopped. "Okay," said Amanda, taking hold of the hose, "as soon as I pull out, go ahead and push. Don't worry about the mess. This is our job. We'll clean it up later."

Trish nodded her agreement, and felt glad that the fill ended with it did. She was beginning to feel heavy and uncomfortable. Amanda quickly and smoothly pulled the nozzle from Trish's tight butt hole, and stepped back. Trish tightened her gut, and felt the water shoot from her asshole, relieving the pressure inside her. Around her the team watched the stream fly out of the snuff bunny's ass, and gasped lustfully as it shot several feet and splashed on the floor. The flow continued for several seconds as Trish pushed harder. She smiled brightly. She had had enema's before, but never like this and she certainly never associated it with erotic pleasure. Now, as her colon emptied, she could feel the vibrations of the water spewing out of her tingling pink, hairless cunt. Almost against her will, she felt herself explode with an intense orgasm. She groaned and grunted, arching her back and tightening her muscles with almost violent randomness as she came. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, then subsided as the flow from her ass slowed and finally became a slow trickle.

Twice again, Amanda took a full enema bag from Lin, and filled Trish's guts with cleansing water, making sure all of her insides were clean. With each enema, Trish came hard and intensely, reveling in the sensation of being poured full of liquid that she then forced out in an obscenely erotic spew from her ass. When she felt her last orgasm fade, Amanda had the team hold her almost upside down to let the shower heads wash away the last traces of her ass filth that still clung to her.

"You're still not finished getting cleaned out," said Amanda, "but we can take care of that in the salon." She then led the team, carrying the still orgasmic young blonde girl, out of the shower room. Lin appeared again bearing a stack of soft, fluffy towels. Each of the team members took one, and they gently patted Trish's body dry, making sure to get every inch of her skin. Then, feeling much fresher and cleaner, the set the towel-dried girl back in the chair.

For the next two hours, Trish enjoyed pampering like she had never thought she would. Amanda expertly washed the young girl's golden blonde hair. Then she used a blow dryer set on low heat to carefully dry and style the main of bright yellow locks. While this was going on, Sandra and one of the blonde girls each manicured one of her hands. They worked quickly, but with sure gentleness, cleaning the long fingernails, filing and shaping them. Then they took some small bottles of lotion, and gently massaged some of it into her hands. Finally they applied several coats of shiny pink nail polish and drying them with small blow dryers designed for that purpose. Two of the other girls, the brunette and the other blonde, did a quick but expert pedicure to each of Trish's small, dainty feet.

Eventually, Amanda finished with the young girl's hair, and stepped away. The other girls also got up and moved back. Then Amanda appeared again holding a small silvery bowl, a towel, and a translucent plastic bottle filled with a pinkish liquid. The bottle also had a curved nozzle extending from the end. "Now, I have to douche you," she said with a smile, "and you will be clean... clean... clean... inside and out."

Trish giggled and relaxed as she watched the woman go to work. Amanda set held the bowl under Trish's throbbing hairless pussy, brought up the bottle and maneuvered the nozzle between the girl's sensitive cunt lips. Trish moaned with pleasure as she felt the plastic nozzle slide between the lips and up into her pussy. She smiled and moaned again as Amanda tipped the bottle up and squeezed, squirting the liquid deep into Trish's hot, needy cunt. Trish leaned her head back and breathed heavily, enjoying the sensation of the liquid pouring into her tight young fuckhole. A sweet, fruity aroma came to her, and she recognized it as strawberry. Amanda was cleaning out her pussy with a strawberry douche. The thought delighted her, and sent still more thrilling sparks of excitement cursing through her already exhilarated body and soul.

It was over quickly though, and Amanda held the bowl under Trish's cunt as she directed her to push. The girl did so, and the pink liquid gushed out of her gaping twat, splashing into the bowl. When the flow stopped, Amanda took the bowl away and gently patted the clean-shaven pussy mound dry with the fresh towel.

The final step in her preparation then began. Trish let them lift her out of the chair, then stood her up on a soft pad on the floor, and held her steady while the patted her body from head to toe with soft, sweetly scented powder. Then they continued to hold her securely while Amanda stepped up to her. Lin stood at the Director's side, holding a wide tray with a number of makeup-articles on it. Quickly and skillfully, the Amanda, still naked and smiling, obviously enjoying her work, applied a few touches of color to Trish's lovely face. She used a dull pink blush, dark eyeliner, and also a touch, but not too much, of a soft blue eye shadow. Last, she took a tube of bright, sparkling pink lipstick, and used a tiny brush to apply it carefully to Trish's tender lips. Before the young snuff bunny realized it, she had been completely made up.

"That's it," said Amanda, setting the lipstick and brush on the tray and sending Lin away with it. Then she turned back to Trish, and motioned for the other girls to back away. Then she put her hands gently on the young blonde's shoulders, and slowly turned her toward the mirror. "Let's take a look at the finished package," she said with a wry grin.

Trish shuffled around on the pad, and looked up into the mirror that ran from the floor to the ceiling a few yards away. She gasped as she saw herself. She was absolutely stunning! She knew she was beautiful before, but she never imagined she could look like this. The shining hair, the makeup, her softly glowing powdered body. It almost didn't look like her in the mirror, but it was. Her cunt began to throb heavily as she gazed at the vision, and realized how truly, incredibly lovely they had made her in such a short time.

"Oh," said Amanda, snapping her fingers, "almost forgot!" She motioned for Lin to come up again, and the slender Asian girl approached, holding up a small pair of bright pink pumps. Quickly, Amanda took the shoes, bent, and asked Trish to lift her feet one at the time. Trish obliged, and she felt the pretty, sexy shoes slip easily onto her delicate feet... a perfect fit. Then she stood up straight again, gazing again into the mirror. The shoes enhanced her calves, making her legs, and thus her whole body, seem yet more beautiful then only a few moments ago.

"What do you think, little snuff bunny?" asked Amanda, putting her hand comfortingly on Trish's shoulder.

Trish only gazed at herself in the mirror, admiring her own beauty. After a moment, she laughed merrily. "If I could," she answered, "I would jump into that mirror and fuck that girl myself!" The small crowd of girls broke out in giggles and girlish snickering, delighted at Trish's joke.

Suddenly, the door to the salon opened, and everyone turned to see whom it was. A tall, middle-aged woman in what looked like brown work coveralls entered. Her short black hair was pulled up under the brown baseball cap, and she held a clipboard in her hand. The woman smiled at the small crowd of naked women, but focussed on Amanda. "Hello, Madam Director," she said respectfully, closing the door behind her, "is she ready?"

"Come on in, Claire," said Amanda easily, "we were just finishing her up." The naked Director turned again to Lin, and directed her to go fetch a number two robe for Trish. The young blonde snuff bunny watched the slim, naked Asian girl scamper away behind a divider. The slender girl's small, brownish yellow ass bunz quivered with each step.

The woman in coveralls approached, and smiled at Trish as she handed the clipboard to Amanda. "Wow, is she it?" she exclaimed, "This one is truly astounding!"

"Yes," said Amanda, pointing to the freshly prepped girl. "This is Trish. I think we will get some excellent reviews on her after this evening."

"And why not," said the uniformed woman, eyeing Trish lustfully from top to bottom. Trish did not flinch, but rather enjoyed the stranger's admiration. "No jewelry?" the woman asked Amanda.

"No," said the Director as she looked at the paper on the clipboard and signed it, "Trish is a grade one intimate entertainment special, as requested by the client."

"Well," said woman as she took the clipboard back from Amanda, "I think Ms. Donovan is very lucky. She's getting a prime specimen."

"No, Ma'am," said Trish, trying to make her interruption sound respectful, "It is I who am the lucky one. I have been dreaming of this night my whole life."

The uniformed woman smiled as she tore off a slip from the first yellow sheet on the clipboard and handed it to Amanda. "Well, little snuff bunny," she said, "tonight that dream is going to come true."

Lin entered the salon again, carrying a long blue robe. She handed it to Amanda, and the Director then opened it and wrapped it around Trish. The dark blue satin robe had no arms, and Trish had to fold her hands under her tits as Amanda drew it around her and tied the belt loosely about her waist. The shimmering satin completely covered Trish's body, but she could tell it could be easily and quickly removed.

Amanda had Sandra bring over the wheelchair again, and Trish sat in it, making herself comfortable quickly. In a few moments, Amanda was rolling the wheelchair toward the door, pushing Trish behind the uniformed woman, whom Trish guessed was charged with delivering her to the client, out into and down the hall. The small crowd of nude, giggling girls followed. Some of them commented on how lovely Trish looked, and how they hoped they would be so lucky one day.

They all followed the delivery woman down the corridor and outside, where the sun was now much lower than it was when Trish arrived. She led them over to the parked white van, and opened the rear doors. The inside was comfortably upholstered, and a bright light gleamed from the ceiling. The driver turned to Trish. "Okay, little snuff bunny," she said, "Let's get you to the client."

Amanda and Sandra helped Trish to her feet, and steadied her as she stepped up into the van. "Goodbye, Trish, you sweet little snuff bunny," she said, "It's been fun preparing you. Don't let it all go to waist."

"I won't," Trish replied as she moved toward the front of the van, which was separated from the cab by a wall with a sliding window. She looked back at the crowd of smiling naked girls as they waved at her. "I promise I will make you proud," she said, and blew the crowd a kiss. Just as the driver closed the doors, she saw Amanda wink at her. Then the doors slammed shut, and Trish could hear cheerful calls of "goodbye, snuff bunny," and "have fun!" Slowly, the sounds faded.

A moment later, Trish heard the metallic scraping as the driver's door was being opened, then a moment of jostling which caused her heavy boobs to sway under the satin, brushing against her manicured fingers, then the slam of the door closing. A second later, the sliding door on the cab wall slid aside, and the driver peered in, holding a large printed card up and offering it to her. Amanda reached out through the gap in the robe, and took the card. "That is the speech you are to make to introduce yourself," she said, "It's about an hours drive out to the clients place, and it's pretty short. You shouldn't have any trouble memorizing it by the time we get there."

"Thank you," said Trish, beaming a sweet smile as she held the card, "I'll have it committed to memory in no time. I just hope that I don't get too excited and forget it."

They both laughed, then the driver slid the window shut, and Trish was left alone in the back of the windowless van, looking at the card. She heard the engine start up, and a moment later the van lurched slightly, then sped up smoothly. At last she was on her way.

Trish held up the card and read the first line.

"Lady Donovan, and honored guests..." she said out loud as the van continued to speed forward, taking her to her destiny.

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.

On Parade

The ride into town seemed to take only about twenty minutes or so, though for Trish it could not have ended quickly enough. Every passing moment made her more eager and enthusiastic about entertaining her Goddess, Ms. Donovan, by enduring pain and anguish of almost any kind for Her. The lovely young blonde snuff bunny let her fingers dabble in the slug of thick mucus spit on her face that sweet Rene` had blessed her with, and considered the possibility.

Maybe her Goddess would tie her to a post in the public square and burn her tits and pussy with cigarettes, or even shock her with a cattle prod to make her scream and wail while everyone passing by watched and laughed at her. That sounded like fun, and she imagined herself jerking around on the post, thrashing from side to side. She would make her big, firm, bruised young titties bounce and wobble like bowls of jelly. That would be a fun show!

Idly, she pushed a bit of the nasty mucus into her mouth, letting herself enjoy the taste of the sweet sticky slime. It was indeed nasty, and she almost puked. She almost wished she had. It would be so deliciously degrading to be shown off in town to everyone while covered in her own vomit, then may have the chance to suffer her sweet Goddess' punishment for making a filthy mess in the trunk. The thought made her nasty slut cunt feel warm and tingly, and the movements of the car enhanced the feeling. Trish couldn't stop herself. She reached between her bruised, meaty thighs and stuffed four fingers up her dripping hot pussy. She used her other hand to squeeze and pull at her big, wobbly titties as she dug around inside her cunt with her long, slender fingers, scooping out thick blobs of girlcum and then plunging them back into herself.

She writhed and squirmed as she raped her cunt with her fingers. Within seconds, she arched her back and enjoyed an intense, brutal cum. Several waves of delight washed over her as she felt her cunt spasm. Trish felt her hot fuckhole spew out thick blobs of boiling twat nectar. As the pleasure of the moment faded and passed, leaving her panting and awash in the afterglow, the blonde snuff bunny realized she was lying in a puddle of her own cunt honey. Good! Now Ms. Donovan had an excuse to punish her. That would be sweet!

After some time, the girl in the limousine's trunk heard the sounds of traffic, and then the limousine slowed down. It stopped for about a minute, then started forward again, made a right turn, a couple more stops, then a left turn before coming to a stop on a slight incline to the right. Trish guessed that the car had parked on a street. That seemed to be confirmed when the engine stopped. Greedily, she used her fingers to shove the slug of spit-snot into her mouth and swallowed it, just as Rene` had told her to do. She wretched at the nasty taste but still did not puke all over herself. Too bad.

The sounds of traffic continued, and she heard other cars parking close by as the limousine's doors opened and passengers clambered out. Trish heard giggling, and then the sound of a police siren wail above everything, slowly pass by, then fade just as slowly. Everywhere around the limousine she heard voices, though most were far away. A dull 'thump' sound could be heard close to the trunk, then an excited chattering of female voices discussing delights Trish could not make out, but could imagine herself providing.

A dull thud heralded the release of the trunk latch, and the lid swung up. Light filled the trunk, though it was not as intense as earlier, for now it was late evening, and the sun was beginning to sink toward the horizon. Trish looked up, and saw her Goddess, Ms. Donovan, and beautiful red-haired Rene` grinning wickedly down at her.

"Oh, shit," said Rene`, her voice filled with mocking contempt, "the filthy slut must have fingered herself. She slopped her cunt puke all over your trunk, Marsha."

"That's okay," said Ms. Donovan, looking down into the panting snuff bunny's adoring eyes, "she'll pay for it whether she did it or not!" That made Trish smile excitedly as she felt the Goddess and Rene` reach in and grab her by her tits and ankles. The snuff bunny moaned with blessed agony as she was lifted, partly by her sore teen boobs, out of the trunk and dropped like a bag of garbage on the ground.

Desperate to delight her Goddess, Trish scrambled clumsily around to try and kneel on the rough, oily asphalt. But, Ms. Donovan reached down and grabbed her tits again. She then used the girl's sore titties like handles to lift the sweet, bruised snuff bunny to her feet. "Stand up!" she commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am," said Trish sweetly, and she forced her legs to stiffen, still unsteady because she still wore the high heeled pumps. She stood naked before her Goddess, trembling with excitement as she awaited the next command or assault on her flesh.

The young blonde lump of girl meat had only a moment or two to take note of her surroundings. She could tell they were in a small town, perhaps the community's Main Street, judging from the two and three story buildings. Most had wide wooden signs; "Mandy's Shoes"... "General Store"... "Quinton Fabric Outlet"... and others. There was a stop light behind where the limousine had parked, and a policewoman stood in the middle of the intersection, directing traffic to either side. There was no other traffic in the rough, potholed avenue. Beyond intersection, on the distant, hazy hills, the late day sun had grown large and golden, sinking fast behind the reddish-gold clouds. Night was not far away.

Several cars from the intersection honked their horns as the policewoman directed them aside, and Trish heard nasty remarks shouted at her. She reveled in the attention, smiling sweetly. Other cars were parked close, and presently Ms. Donovan's guests got out, all still naked and grinning wickedly as they approached. The raven-haired girl and the naturally curly blonde with smallish tits carried large brown box. They set it down close to the snuff bunny's Goddess, and then everyone gathered around as Ms. Donovan straightened the young blonde girl up. Trish turned her attention to her Goddess, and worshiped her with her eyes again, smiling contentedly.

"Open the box, Rene`," said Ms. Donovan, not taking her eyes off Trish, "Get me the long white nautical rope." The redhead did so quickly, and handed Trish's Goddess a coiled length of half-inch white rope. The snuff bunny smiled, wondering how it would be used.

Ms. Donovan grabbed on of the blonde snuff bunny's tender bruised titties, and lifted its weight by the nipple. Trish responded by thrusting her chest forward, making the soft, jiggly mounds of girl flesh more accessible for the blonde hostess. The blue-eyed Goddess worked quickly. She wrapped the soft rope tightly around the base of Trish's massive titties, three wraps each, then bound them together with a criss-cross loop from one tit to the other. The obedient snuff bunny stood as still as she could while her Goddess bound her soft young tits with three more loops around each tit. The loops were very tight, and they forced the soft funbags to squeeze forward, their nipples bulging obscenely. As Ms. Donovan cinched the loops tighter, the untied bulges of titflesh began to turn blue. Trish felt them throb and tingle, sending many thrills throughout her small, slutty body, sparkling in her tight asshole and hairless pussy, which made her tart cunt honey flow even more freely down her thighs. The snuff bunny's beloved Goddess then looped the rest of the long rope around the criss-crossed loops, and tied it there. There was now almost thirty feet of the white rope attached to the bindings around the blonde girl's bulging and tightly tied titties. It would make a perfect leash, Trish thought, for pulling her around like an animal.

The sweet blonde snuff bunny smiled at her Goddess. Ms. Donovan smiled back, then playfully spanked each of the oxygen-deprived deep blue bulges of sensitive titmeat. Trish gasped, pleased that they were now so much more sensitive and hurt so much for her Goddess. "Oh, thank you, my Goddess," she said, "I hope my tied titties please you even more before you release them."

"They will, slut," said Ms. Donovan wickedly, then slapped her snuff bunny's face once more just because. Trish yelped, and cried as her soft young face celebrated the sting. A wide smile crept across her face.

"Rene`!" called the blue-eyed Goddess, "Now the black tether plug, the Monster Blue, and the Big Bottle! Bring them!"

The smiling girl with red hair reached into the box, and removed the items. Trish's eyes widened as she saw what Rene` handed the snuff bunny's beautiful Goddess. The first item was a very thick, cock-molded dildo of soft blue plastic. Although blue in color, it other wised looked like a VERY large cock! It was almost three inches thick in the middle, a little more at the base, and vein-like ribs criss-crossed over its shaft. Trish gulped and drooled, wondering if she could take it, and quietly praying that she could.

The second item was a large black butt plug with a fairly narrow neck and a wide base with a strong chrome-plated chain extending from the middle of it for about a foot, ending in a loop to which another long white rope was tied. It looked intimidating and painful, which meant it would be wonderful, Trish felt, to wear it for the amusement of her Goddess.

The third item was a large bottle filled with a thin white liquid, and capped with screw-top lid adorned with a long, stiff tube. Trish stared at the bottle, gulping and drooling.

"Relax," said Ms. Donovan, laughing, "It's just milk. And I'm going to give it to you, little snuff bunny, but you won't get to drink it." She laughed wickedly and looked at the big-boobed brunette and a pale blonde with straight hair standing behind Trish. "Bend her over!" she ordered, and everyone laughed as the two women grabbed the blonde girl with the bruised, bound titties and turned her back toward her Goddess, roughly kicking her feet apart to make her stand with legs spread and dripping pussy exposed. A swift punch to the helpless blonde slut's soft tummy forced her to double over at the waist, gasping in pain. Then the two women held her in that position. The blonde grabbed Trish's slim waist, and lifted up, forcing the girl's ass high and the cheeks spread. As her breath returned, the snuff bunny cried as she realized that this position exposed her pink, gaping hairless pussy and puckered pink asshole both obscenely open and exposed.

The two women held Trish securely as Ms. Donovan went to work. She tipped the huge bottle of warm milk upside down, put the tip of the nozzle to the helpless girl's eager, pulsating asshole. Smiling wickedly, she roughly pushed it up her snuff bunny's poop chute. Trish felt suddenly self-conscious as she felt the thin tube slide past the entrance and into her colon. It was horribly degrading and nasty, even more so because it was being done to her publicly in the middle of a populated town... with traffic and even a policewoman only a few yards away. The women around her moaned and cooed as the tube slide all the way up Trish's upturned ass.

There was a slight pause, then Trish felt a slight snap as her Goddess opened the valve. The small crowd of girls cheered as the blue-eyed hostess squeezed the bottle.

Trish felt her face flush hot with intense humiliation as she felt the warm white milk begin flowing into her colon. Having already had several enemas a few hours before, she knew she was already empty, and that her gut would hold a large amount of the liquid.

She gulped and wept. She wanted to fade away as the degrading use of her ass continued. As her gut began to fill up, the humiliation she felt increased with it, and she found herself crying pathetically as the pressure built in her tummy. Rene` noticed her tears, and laughed, pointing at Trish's red, tear-drenched face. "Look at the little bag of slutfilth cry!" she announced, and everyone looked at the snuff bunny's face and immediately broke out in derisive giggling and snickering, pointing at her face. Rene` bent and held the blonde girl's head up, and spat on her again. Everyone emitted still more laughter and hilarity at Trish's predicament. The helpless blonde tit-tied girl could only sob more deeply, awash in degraded misery while everyone else ridiculed her openly.

Trish felt her gut began to cramp from the pressure, and still the flow into her gut showed no signs of slowing or stopping. She wiggled her ass, trying to make her position a bit more comfortable, and felt the warm liquid slosh and churn back and forth inside her. "Be careful, my nasty little snuff bunny," said the blue-eyed Goddess, "Don't you dare let one drop of the milk escape your filth hole! I am giving you a blessing, and you have no right to waste even a tiny bit of it."

"Yes, my sweet, beautiful Goddess," sobbed Trish, and she tightened her asshole sphincter against the tube, "Thank you for blessing your snuff bunny with a wonderful enema of sweet milk in her unworthy ass. I promise, my Goddess, I will not waste it. Squirt it all up my ass! Let me hold it all for you, my Goddess, please! Fill me up! Please fill your snuff bunny's worthless, filthy ass with wonderful milk!"

Trish's face burned with embarrassment, and she wept profusely, tears pouring off her chin as she sobbed. The other women just continued point at her and laugh at her, commenting what an incredible piece of slutfilth she was for taking so much of the liquid.

The pressure built and built inside Trish's gut, and her belly became painfully bloated and distended. She felt her gut continue to fill, then gurgle as it the pressure forced its way into her deepest intestines. She felt her insides stretch to accommodate the massive volume of milk. The pain became sharp and intense... then grew rapidly, causing her to grunt and tremble. The pain became a heavy, searing agony. She sobbed and screamed loudly, letting the anguish saturate her mind and body until she felt like she would explode!

At long last, the flow into her gut stopped, and pain stopped increasing, though Trish still felt like she would burst any moment. "Okay, little snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, "that's all of it. Keep your asshole tight and don't loose a drop, and I will give you something to help you hold the milk inside you." With that, she slowly withdrew the tube of the empty milk bottle from the sobbing girl's tight asshole. A tiny drop of white appeared at the very entrance to Trish's clinched hole, but that was all.

"Yes, my Goddess," sobbed Trish, feeling the milk churn and gurgle inside her gut, "Oh, please hurry, sweet Goddess, please! I can feel it trying to get out! I don't know how long I can hold it without help. Please oh please hurry! Don't let me fail you! I don't want to fail you!"

Moving with frustrating slowness, Ms. Donovan watched her snuff bunny's asshole clench and throb as the sobbing, degraded girl strained desperately to hold the milk inside her. Finally, though, she put a few globs of clear anal lube jelly on the plug, and smeared some also on the struggling snuff bunny's asshole. Then she took the black butt plug with the attached chain and rope, and put the point to the snuff bunny's straining pucker. She put her hand against the base, and pushed. The other women let out an amazed "Ohhhh... wow!" as the tip of the plug invaded Trish's exposed asshole.

The blue-eyed hostess pushed harder, holding the pressure on the plug with the heal of her hand. She pushed until she encountered some resistance, watching with delight as the plug stretched the helpless blonde girl's asshole. She pushed harder, and the plug began to slide in further.

Trish felt the tip of the plug against her sphincter, and felt torn between the need to loosen and allow the invader to enter her, or keep her hole tightly closed so as not to risk a leak. More than anything, she dreaded letting her beloved Goddess down. So she kept her hole tight, and prayed the plug would enter her anyway and relieve the strain on her sphincter, though the pressure in her gut would remain until the beautiful blue-eyed Goddess chose to allow her snuff bunny to release the blessing that tormented her insides.

The pressure against Trish's tight, puckered asshole increased, and she felt the invader start to stretch her sphincter as it pushed passed it and into her colon. More pressure as the massive plug was pushed, then shoved brutally up the blonde girl's slim, bouncy ass, forcing the tiny hole to stretch wide. At first, Trish almost didn't feel the pain as her tight hole was stretched. She was only aware of a solid fullness invading her ass.

Suddenly, the pain became a searing flare as the plug stretched her tiny pucker wider and wider. The helpless girl wriggled and shrieked in agony, causing the liquid inside her to slosh violently and her sensitive, tightly bound titties bounce painfully against each other. More stretching... more pain... more screams of torment as the women around her gasped with astonishment. The girl wailed in torment, and felt sure the plug was going to split her tender asshole apart.

Ms. Donovan laughed wildly as the helpless girl squirmed and sobbed and wailed. The plug's apex as now right at the edge of the girl's ass, stretching her so wide droplets of blood began to form from tiny tears in the snuff bunny's delicate sphincter skin. Grinning wickedly, she drew her hand back, and swung forward, driving the plug the last few millimeters with the heal of her hand. The plug slid forward, and the sweet, pink hole slammed shut around the plug's neck. It was now firmly and solidly embedded in the tortured snuff bunny's cute, bouncy ass! The other women watched the plug complete it's invasion of the girl's flesh, and cheered and applauded when they saw it firmly held in the tiny hole.

Trish felt the massive plug slip the last few hair's widths into her ass, then the sudden relief as her asshole slammed shut around the plugs neck. She almost collapsed as the paid ceased to flare out from her asshole into the rest of her, and now just sat and burned in her flesh. She sobbed deeply, adrift on a tidal wave of pain. Agony flowed from her distended gut and stretched asshole, and poured like warm honey into the most sensitive parts of her steamy pussy. She fought the urge to fingerfuck herself, and just hung limply in the supporting grasp of the two women.

Laughter invaded Trish's mind... her Goddess' sweet, beautiful laughter. It fell on her ears like the piping of beautiful birds and the precious music of a long lost minstrel. Ms. Donovan apparently was having a good time abusing and tormenting her obedient snuff bunny. Trish smiled, feeling deep satisfaction that her suffering delighted her Goddess. As intense as it was, it was worth it. Indeed, Trish knew in her heart it would still be a precious blessing upon her worthless body even if the pain were a thousand times worse. Her heart glowed with love and devotion to her Goddess, and she wished now that she had burst... that the plug hand torn her open... just so she could wallow in her anguish for the entertainment and amusement of her Goddess and Her party guests.

"Now, the dildo,' said Ms. Donovan, and Trish smiled at the prospect of getting her cunt filled for her Goddess sake. She swung her legs wider apart, making her pussy gape widely. She flexed her cunt muscles, making her pussy lips twitch as an invitation to Ms. Donovan to stuff the nasty, slippery hole as full as possible.

She didn't have to wait long. Ms. Donovan used the fingers of one hand to hold the blonde snuff bunny's hair free twat lips apart. Trish quivered with excitement as she felt the tip of the dildo pressed against the throbbing hole of her hot, steamy cunt. A moment later, the dildo's thick head settled against the edges of her fuckhole. She forced herself to relax her cunt, and waited.

The trembling, grinning back of girl meat squealed with delight as she felt her Goddess push the dildo into her cunt. The head stretched her slightly, then slid easily into her. Trish gasped and closed her eyes as her nasty, slippery twat hole relaxed and welcomed the thick, rubbery invader into the depths of her sweet fuckflesh. Trish felt the veins tickle the insides of her cunt walls as the entire length of the shaft, fully ten inches, slid easily past her delicate twatlips and filled her up. As the last inch of the dildo was pushed into her and the women around applauded again, another orgasm crashed over the trembling blonde snuff bunny, pouring into every corner of her body and mind and soul. Wave after wave flooded her sweet young flesh as she came and came and came again. She groaned involuntarily, and slut juice poured out of her cunt around the dildo. It poured in a nearly steady stream from her throbbing pussy and formed a steaming puddle of pale liquid on the asphalt under her.

"Wow, what a nasty, horny little snuff bunny," laughed Ms. Donovan as she watched Trish's stuffed fuckhole drip steamy cunt honey. The other women laughed as well. Trish grinned with satisfaction, so deeply and gratefully pleased to be able to entertain them by cumming so hard for them. The feelings of humiliation had passed for the most part, though the pain had remained even if it was slightly dulled. She felt proud of herself, and relished the thought of the other women looking at her plugged ass and nasty, dildo-stuffed cunt. She wished she could see herself. It must be quite a lovely and exciting show.

The two girls who held her leaned back, and Trish felt herself forcefully stood up straight and jerked around without a hint of grace or gentleness to face Ms. Donovan. She stood there in front of her Goddess. Her big tits were still tightly bound, and were now turning a deep blue. The unbound portion behind her nipples looked swollen and engorged with depleted blood. The stinging tingles told her the flesh was begging for a fresh supply of oxygen. Let it beg, Trish thought. After all, she was obligated to suffer for her Goddess, and therefore her tits had to suffer right along with her.

She felt the liquid slosh like a stormy sea in her distended tummy. She welcomed the sensation, letting the pain in her gut and her asshole flow throughout her being. It was HER pain, and she was bearing it willingly for her Goddess and the guests. The trembling, happy snuff bunny felt more determined now than ever to feel and suffer as much as possible every last twinge of pain as deeply as she could for her Goddess. And she vowed in her heart to wear every last tiny indignity like a fine jewel, a sparkling tear on her sweet, innocent face, so that Ms. Donovan and the others could insult her, abuse her, and laugh at her.

"How do you feel, snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, smiling at the blonde girl before her.

Trish smiled with gratitude and adoration as she looked up into those wonderful, fiery blue eyes. "Oh, my sweet, sweet Goddess," she said, almost sobbing with joy, "your snuff bunny feels her gut about to burst and her asshole ready to tear open from the plug. These tits, which you have blessed with such a tight binding, are deep in torment for you, my Goddess. Your snuff bunny feels intense pain coursing into her entire body for you, and I hope that my suffering pleases you and delights you. Oh, my sweet Goddess, this worthless pig of a girl is so grateful to you, for it is you, my Goddess, who have done this to her. Please, oh sweet Goddess, let your snuff bunny show everyone... whole world... what a kind and generous woman you are. Let me display my shame and agony for everyone to see, please my Goddess, please!" Her adoring eyes became drenched with tears of gratitude and joy, and she trembled, trying with her whole soul to suffer every tingle and spark of misery for her beloved Goddess.

Ms. Donovan laughed at the girls wretched begging for abuse, and decided to oblige. "Time to get going girls. Tie that weight to the end of her ass plug extension, and her tit rope to the trailer hitch of my car. And Rene`, put that box back Wendy's car.

Ms. Donovan turned back to the quivering snuff bunny as the other women bustled about to complete the tasks. "We're going to lead you by your tit lead down the street," she said, "because you are the center of attraction in a little parade." Trish gasped and her eyes brightened. "I see you like that idea, eh?" The blonde snuff bunny nodded eagerly. "Glad you are pleased, but you are not here to be pleased. We will go slowly, and you must be sure to keep the rope bound to your tits pulled taut, but not tight. We are tying a heavy stone weight, about fifty pounds, to the extension from your ass plug. You will not let it pull the plug out of your ass.

"Finally, once we start to pass the crowd on the sidewalk, I will use a PA horn to present you. You will put on a good show for them. I expect to see jiggling girl flesh and bouncy, wiggling ass cheeks. Don't let that dildo slide out of your filthy fuckhole! Show off those bruises. Keep smiling and crying, and beg everyone to look at you and laugh at you and treat you like the filthy, miserable excuse for a girl you are. After all, you are not really a girl any more. You are a snuff bunny... MY snuff bunny... and my snuff bunny will be enthusiastic about making a show of her degradation and shame for me. Do you understand, snuff bunny?"

"Yes, my Goddess," said Trish excitedly, her whole body quivering and tingling with anticipation, "I promise I will be a good snuff bunny for you, and put on a good show. Oh, thank you, my sweet dear Goddess, thank you for allowing me to serve you like this."

Ms. Donovan smiled and giggled, and bounced the snuff bunny's blood-gorged bluish-purple titties in her hands. The movement and touch sent sharp needles of pain shooting through Trish's tits, and she sighed, welcoming and relishing the additional surge of agony in her tortured titties.

The other guests finished their tasks quickly, and Ms. Donovan got in the back seat of the limousine while Rene` got behind the wheel. The rest of the guests moved to the sides of the street, about evenly spaced, and waited.

Ms. Donovan slid the sunroof back, and stood up in the opening, holding a large yellow and white bullhorn. Trish heard the limousine start, and then loud music brass-band music began pouring out of the open windows on either side. Behind the group, the traffic in the intersection had ceased, and the sun was settling onto the distant horizon.

Presently, the limousine started forward, moving slowly, about half walking pace. Trish smiled at her Goddess, her naked body visible from the waist up in the sunroof. The car pulled forward, and the loose curls of the rope attached to Trish's titties began to straighten. At last the rope was pulled taut, and the helpless snuff bunny felt a slight tug on her massive titties, pulling her forward. The pain surged through her, and she smiled as it blessed her soul for her Goddess sake.

As she walked along behind the black limousine, Trish felt another tug... this one against her insides as the plug extension was pulled tight against the weight. She tightened her sphincter, and pulled. First slowly, then easier, the weight at the end of the rope behind her slid over the asphalt roadway, keeping constant pressure against the blonde snuff bunny's insides via the plug. Stepping carefully in her pink pumps, careful to keep the rope binding her to the car by her tits, the smiling, eager blonde snuff bunny followed, keeping her back straight and her ass muscles loose so that her flesh remained on display and jiggled merrily with each step. Beside her, along the sides of the street, the Goddess' guests walked along, stepping gracefully and smoothly, almost like experienced runway models.

At the corner, the limousine turned slowly right, and continued down a smoother road lined with brownstone building with glass fronts. The edges of the road met wide concrete sidewalks.

Almost as soon as Trish moved out beyond the corner and into the new street, she heard a loud whooping and cheering, like a celebration. She looked on either side of the street as the other guests moved into place on either side of her, and she gasped with astonishment. The sidewalks on both sides of the street were crowded with people, mostly women and girls, although Trish could make out a few males, standing toward the backside of the sidewalk.

Pulled forward by the rope on her tits, Trish began trembling as the car approached closer to the cheering, applauding crowd. The blonde, tortured slut girl could see the other guests walking past the crowds and waving in friendly greeting as they welcomed the crowd. But all eyes were on Trish, she knew, and the cheering crowds began pointing and howling with abusive laughter as the watched Trish pass, pulled along by her tits and dragging the heavy weight by her asshole.

"Look at the slut!" they shouted!

"What a filthy pig!"

"Those tits are about to pop! Maybe they will!"

"Her cunt is dripping! What a nasty bitch!"

"She's pulling that thing by her asshole!"

"Hey, slut! I need to shit! Open your mouth!"

"Ha ha ha ha! Cum for us, snuff bunny slut!"

"Yeah! Let's see that fuckhole spew!"

"Bitch!"

"Filthy slut!"

"Her pussy's dripping! What a worthless piece of shit!"

Trish heard their insults and obscene comments, and she smiled, welcoming them. They were true, after all. She held her tits high and began shaking them back and forth, making them wobble and bounce as she wiggled her sweet, jiggling ass cheeks. The crowd cheered and laughed wildly, enjoying her slutty, nasty show of tortured girl flesh. The liquid in her gut swirled and surged and churned and splashed inside her. Her asshole felt sweetly tortured from the inside out as she pulled the heavy weight. She felt almost high, lost in her private heaven of agony and shame and intense, seething joy... all for Ms. Donovan, her Goddess, and the other guests... and now also for the many townswomen and few men on the sidewalk who relentlessly hurled insults and abuse at her.

"Ladies and children and honored Men of our town," came a voice from in front of Trish, very loud and partially distorted by the bullhorn, "I, Marsha Donovan, and my guests are here today to put out new snuff bunny on display for your pleasure! Everyone give a big cheer for our sweet little slut pig, Trish!" She turned, and waved at the suffering, bound girl stumbling along behind the limousine. A loud cheer and thunder of applause came from the crowd on the side on either side of her. Trish smiled and stood taller, almost marching with her knees high as she followed the limousine, hoping everyone enjoyed the way she presented her naked body for their amusement. Everyone laughed and snickered and pointed at her, shouting insults and nasty comments at her. It was wonderful!

"Come on, everyone!" Ms. Donovan called through bullhorn, "this hot little lump of girl filth is here to suffer and cry for your amusement! You must stay on the sidewalks, but otherwise you can do anything you want! Make her suffer! Hurt her and humiliate her! Lets see how much we can make her cry!"

Trish remembered Ms. Donovan's directive and smiled sweetly at the crowd, shaking her body to make her nasty fuckflesh jiggle and quiver as she struggled to keep up with the car.

"Look at that ass jiggle!" someone shouted, and the happy snuff bunny only wiggled it harder!

"Watch those tits bounce!" said someone else, and Trish shook her chest back and forth to make her bound funbags waggle and slap against each other!

"Oh, yes, yes, my friends," she called, crying with pain and ecstasy as she reveled in the knowledge that she was reduced now to a display of quivering, tormented girl meat, "Oh, yes, look at my tits... my ass! Oh, my pussy is so wet for you! I want to cum for you! Please, everyone look at my pussy! See the dildo? It's really huge! It stuffs my nasty, dripping cunt! Look at me! Look at my filthy, nasty fuckhole! Watch me drip for you! Oh, yeah, look at my filthy, nasty dildo-stuffed fuckhole!"

Tears of ecstasy poured from her face as she scampered back and forth, keeping the rope taut and dragging the weight behind. The miserable little blonde snuff bunny almost danced all over the street, making her flesh quiver and jiggle and bounce and wobble obscenely as everyone wailed in laughter at her antics.

"Look at how my snuff bunny dances for you!" called the blue-eyed Goddess through the bullhorn, drowning out the harsh brass music, "Let's hurt her and make her suffer for us, everyone! That's what she's here for! It what she wants! It's what she need! So let's give it to her! Let's humiliate her and torture her and make her cry loud and long with rivers of tears for us! She's not a girl! She's a SNUFF BUNNY!"

Trish wept deeply for joy as she heard herself presented and described for the cheering crowd on the sidewalks. It was magnificently true! She needed this... needed to suffer and scream and cry and show off her filthy nature for them.... anyone... EVERYONE... especially the wonderful, angelic and powerful Ms. Donovan, her adored Goddess!

"Look at me!" the slut shrieked gleefully from side to side, "Look at what a nasty, worthless piece of fuckfilth I am! Look at these big, nasty titties! Watch them jiggle and bounce! Can you see them bouncing? Oh, please watch them dance and show off for you, please? What about my ass? Can you see my ass? I try very hard to keep it soft and delicate so it hurts deeply for you when it is spanked! Oh, please, I wish someone could spank my worthless, bouncy ass! Oh, gawd my pussy is so wet! Look at my juices? Can you see them dripping? They are running down my legs! Oh please watch me pull the weight by my asshole! It's so degrading! I love being degraded and humiliated for you! Oh, look at me, please! Look at me and see what a miserable, filthy piece of girl filth I am for you! Am I fun to laugh at? Oh, gawd please look at my filthy body and hurt me and humiliate me so I can suffer and cry and jiggle my titties and ass for you. Oh, please please please hurt me and degrade me and amuse yourself with my body, oh please please! I need it! I need more of it! Oh please, I need it all!"

Trish felt a wet lump strike her face, splattering on her forehead. Startled, she opened her mouth, and a small drop of liquid dripped onto her tongue. It was an old, rotten piece of cabbage. She squealed with delight, prancing wildly as she presented herself for more.

She got it! Another lump struck her tits, splattering the purple bulges with a black, maggot ridden lump of rotten meat. The smell made her wretch, and the sickness welled up in her throat. She tilted her head back, and she puked like a fountain. The thick, yellow-brown vomit splashed down over her body, covering her with her own filth as more lumps of garbage flew at her naked, tortured and filth-drenched body. More rotten meat... lumps of piss-soaked bread dough... wormy remnants of rotten vegetables. The crowds laughed wildly as they hurled garbage the nasty tormented girl in the street.

Trish licked her lips, swallowing more bits of her vomit and nasty wet bits of rotten garbage. Almost immediately she wretched again and spewed, covering her bulging titties with a coating of putrid vomit. The smell was making her ill, and the degradation only added to her joy. She wailed her ecstasy and wiggled harder to make her filthy body quiver for the delight of the screaming crowd. Garbage flew at her from all directions, and she grieved for those lumps that missed her while celebrating the ones that struck and decorated her with an even thicker coating of rotten filth. Everyone cheered and laughed at her as she danced and cried and puked over and over for them until her tummy was utterly empty. She was dizzy from sickness, from pain, and shame bore down heavily on her and she cried and cried and cried some more! She never dreamed it could be so intense, so wonderful, so overflowing with agony and ecstasy and pain and pleasure and sickness and delight to be this... to be herself at last... to be a snuff bunny.

After some time, the limousine stopped in the middle of the street. Shaking with pain and surreal joy, Trish stopped too. She wept deeply, her body covered in rotten garbage and puke and other unnamable filth. Her tits throbbed and ached and stung as the flesh screamed for a gasp of fresh blood. Her distended tummy churned and sloshed as the liquid gorged her like a balloon. Her asshole burned and roared with agony, stretched to unreal lengths around the huge ass plug that pulled the heavy stone weight. Only her pussy still felt pleasure, and the hot, steamy hole pulsed and throbbed around its rubbery guest. The aches and throbs and surges of pain in her body blazed in her pussy, and she spasmed every few seconds, cumming and cumming and cumming again, over and over, time after time until the blonde teen slut quivered and shuddered on weak, unsteady legs. Girl cum poured out of her cunt. She drooled heavily and her nose ran rivers of girl-snot as yellow dribbles of vomit leaked out of her mouth.

If heaven could exist on Earth, she thought, for a nasty lump of girl filth like her, this was sure it. She wept deeply and joyfully, letting the storm of pain and happiness and shame and sickness rage around and through her.

Ms. Donovan climbed out of the sunroof and wriggled over the side of the car, still holding the bullhorn. She approached the filth-drenched girl smiling in misery. "All right, everyone," she called through the bullhorn, "Before we put her away and take her home, we have one more display for you! Who wants to see it?"

A roar of approval rose from the crowd. Trish could barely notice, aware only of the torrent of sensations in her own body, and the sweet nearness of her beloved Goddess. She smiled and wept, too week to move any more.

Ms. Donovan pushed the weak, trembling snuff bunny forward roughly, and giggled with delight as the girl fell to her knees, then forward at the waist unto she lay with her cheek against the asphalt, her back arched, knees wide, and her plugged ass held high. The Goddess pulled the weight forward a little, and Trish sighed as the pressure in her ass eased slightly. Still, the milk in her gut sloshed and slurped back and forth inside her, threatening to finally explode out of her. The filthy, tormented girl groaned in misery.

As Ms. Donovan's guests approached to get a closer look, and the crowds on the sidewalk cheered and whistled, the blue-eyed Goddess reached between the snuff bunny's quaking legs, grabbled the butt of the dildo, and yanked it out. It exited Trish's nasty, steamy fuckhole with a loud, wet 'Shhllorup!' Again, everyone laughed at the sound and watched the young snuff bunny's gaping cunt pour out a flood of hot, nasty girl cum that formed a puddle in the street. The pale girl juice continued to drip from the empty, forsaken and very lonely hole. The slut's twat lips quivered and snapped at the air, trying to grab something to fill the void inside her again. The miserable, filthy snuff bunny wept again, grieving at being left so empty and needy.

Ms. Donovan handed the dildo to Rene`, and raised the bullhorn again to address the crowd. "Okay, everyone," she said, smiling widely, "Let's have a countdown!" She reached down, and grabbed the chain extension to the plug in Trish's bruised and filthy ass, holding it taut.

"Five!"

The crowd counted with her, as did the other excited naked women with her.

"Four!"

"Three!"

The guests moved back to give the crowd a better look.

"Two!"

Trish felt herself tense involuntarily.

"One!"

"Zero!"

With a powerful yank, the naked, big-boobed and blue-eyed blonde Goddess jerked the massive plug out of her filth covered snuff bunny's abused asshole.

'PLURP!'

Trish shrieked with hellish, blinding agony as the plug exited her body. Instantly, the pressure laden milk in her gut spewed like a white hot volcano out of her ass! The crowd cheered wildly as the liquid shot out of the helpless girl's asshole. It soared in bright white blobs for almost twenty feet, driven by pressure, and splashed into the street, puddling and flowing into the cracks.

The spew continued for several seconds while the crowd roared their delight. Trish could only sob and wail in misery as her colon emptied. She wished she could see. It must be a beautiful sight... so much milk flying from her ass, arching through the air for many feet, and splashing onto the road. She had to content herself with feeling the relief in her tummy as her the milk squirted out of her ass for many long seconds with everyone cheering and laughing at her as they celebrated her misery and filthy, humiliated shame.

Again, quite against her will, the filthy blonde snuff bunny felt her cunt tighten and then flare hotly with pleasure, giving her a final intense cum as she felt her guts relax and empty. She wept with joy. This was what she needed... what she lived for... and her delight was only deepened by the knowledge that such a large crowd of strangers was enjoying her suffering and humiliation. She felt deeply fulfilled and blessed to be able to give them an intense and misery-drenched show of her flesh and pain and shame and tears. She felt happy for them, and even more so for the blue-eyed woman who made it all possible by choosing her to entertain them all this night.

The white stream of milk from Trish's asshole narrowed and slowed until all that was left was a dribble of milk from the girl's gaping asshole. Ms. Donovan raised the bullhorn again. "Thank you very much, my friends," she said politely to the crowd, and more cheering flooded over Trish's consciousness, "you have all been so wonderful! I think we have succeeded in putting this piece of girl filth in her place. For those of you who know me, you know that I will quite probably have another snuff bunny party next month. And, if you are all, very lucky, will bring her into town for you to enjoy as well! But for now, thank you all, and good night!"

A final surge of applause rose above the sidewalk, and then the happy, satisfied crowd began to disperse.

Rene` scampered to the car and popped the trunk lid. "Let's get her up," said Ms. Donovan, then she set the bullhorn on the ground, pulled Trish upright by her hair, then used her tits as handles again to pull the filth-caked slut shakily to her feet. With quick, deft movements, she unbound the snuff bunny's tits. Trish gasped and quaked unsteadily as blood surged back into her big bouncing titties, bring with it hot needles of returning circulation. The girl swayed back and forth drunkenly, sobbing and groaning, still adrift in her hellish-heaven of suffering.

Ms. Donovan grabbed the teetering girl by her ears, and forced her to stare into her burning blue eyes. As deep as her misery was, Trish gazed deeply into those beloved eyes, again worshiping and adoring the woman with her gaze.

"Well, snuff bunny," said the powerful, naked woman with the blazing blue eyes, "I am impressed! You really gave them quite a show! They loved it! And so did I!"

Joy overwhelmed the filthy snuff bunny, and she wept anew as she adored her Goddess. "Oh, thank you, thank you," she blubbered, her gratitude and happiness very real, "Oh, my Goddess, it was better than I ever dared to dream. I am truly lucky and blessed to be your snuff bunny this night. It was heaven! I swear it was heaven for me! Oh, my sweet, beautiful Goddess... thank you... thank you...."

The trembling girl continued to bawl like a baby, her joy burning its way through her. She fell to her knees, trembling, her big, quickly recovering young titties returning to their healthy color. She wept long and deep, pouring out her deepest, heartfelt thankfulness to her Goddess, the beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed and big titted Ms. Donovan.

The snuff bunny's Goddess only laughed, having thoroughly enjoyed the parade herself. She bent and picked up the filth-covered slug of girl filth, and threw her roughly into the trunk. Trish felt herself tumble into the compartment, and smiled up at her Goddess one last time before the lid was closed.

The sun had vanished behind the horizon, leaving only a fading twilight as the party of naked girls left the town. Trish wept joyously in the darkness of the trunk, fingering her cunt and squeezing her sore, abused titties as the group returned to the estate.

Dancing Bunny

Trish's head hurt slightly as she felt the car finally slow and turn up a rougher road. She guessed that it was the driveway to her beloved Goddess' estate. Other cars followed, judging from the sound and they drove along for several more minutes before the limousine finally slowed and stopped.

The filthy teen in the trunk waited, assuming the lid would be popped and they would remove her. Instead, she just waited in the darkness, wondering what was going on. She heard doors close, then there was silence and darkness. The stench of the filth that covered her soft young body made her gag and wretch again, though she could no longer vomit as her tummy was empty. The stench filled the trunk, intensifying the ache in her head. Still, she waited quietly and obediently, until her sweet Goddess was ready to continue using her. It couldn't be long, the girl thought, since she had to be snuffed by midnight... as per Ms. Donovan's contract.

She smiled, and felt thrills shoot through her body, tickling her pussy and asshole big, meaty tits. That would be the best part, she knew. It would complete her service as a snuff bunny. Fantasies churned in her head as she wondered how it would happen.

After several minutes, she heard another door open, and a group of women milled around outside the limousine, chattering and giggling. Finally Trish heard Ms. Donovan's sweet voice call out. "Thank you, everyone," she said, "Thank you for coming. Have a good night, and don't be shy about stopping in later this week for a taste of some 'Grade A. There's sure to be plenty leftover."

Meat!

Trish smiled at the thought. Meat was good.

Cars could be heard starting then pulling out over the cobblestones. In a few moments, the sound was gone, and again Trish lay in darkness."

A limousine door opened, and a metallic latch snapped open. The trunk lid popped, and Trish looked up into Ms. Donovan's beautiful face again, though this time it was darker, silhouetted against the flood lights mounted on the building behind her. Trish could not recognize it. It wasn't the estate house, though it was plainly of the same architecture. A few moments later, Rene` stood my Ms. Donovan's side. They were both still naked, and grinned at the girl in the trunk. Trish smiled back.

"Oh, shit, she stinks!" cried Rene`, holding her nose and turning away, "What a filthy piece of fuckmeat!"

"That's okay," said Ms. Donovan without taking her eyes off of the lovely snuff bunny's naked body. Then she reached down, grabbed one of Trish's still-sensitive nipples, and pulled up hard, lifting the girl by her nipple. "Get out, you filthy little puddle of puke!" she said.

Trish winced at the wonderful pain as the woman drew her out of the trunk, almost hanging her weight by that one nipple. She scrambled clumsily out of the trunk, and let her Goddess position her to stand her feet, still wearing the pink pumps, though they were now scuffed and caked with drying filth. Her fine blonde hair was matted to her head in twisted tangles. Still, she felt a bit rested and stronger now, though her bruised and filthy body was still sore. Her asshole had closed to it's normal tiny size, and the color had returned to her big, jiggling teen titties though they still looked discolored by the bruised from her earlier beating.

Ms. Donovan closed the lid, and spoke to Trish. "The party is over now, little snuff bunny," she said, "Rene` and I are all that's left. Do you think you can be just as eager and enthusiastic about serving just two women?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, my sweet Goddess," said Trish excitedly, "I will be a good little snuff bunny for you and sweet Lady Rene`. I promise! Please hurt me and use me and humiliate me so I can suffer and cry to amuse and entertain you... both of you! Will you hurt and degrade me, my sweet Goddess? O please hurt me and make me cry for you, please!"

"Maybe we should wash her first," sneered Rene`.

Ms. Donovan laughed, amused at her companion's disgust at the filth-covered young girl. "Not quite yet," she said, "I still have a few needs I want to use her for."

"It's getting late," Rene` pointed out, "It's past sunset, and the slut has to be snuffed by midnight!"

"Don't worry," said Ms. Donovan, still smiling, "She'll be well snuffed in time. But for now, let's get her back behind the old stable. I promise, Rene`, this will be fun!"

With that, the blue eyed Goddess reached up and grabbed the filthy young snuff bunny's tiny nipple, shook the titflesh by it just for fun, then pulled, leading Trish around the limousine and down a lighted path toward some trees and some building just beyond those. Trish sighed deeply, feeling delighted that the woman had chosen yet again to bless her by leading around by the nipple. After several steps, Rene` appeared again beside the filthy girl and seized the other nipple. Almost squealing with childlike glee, Trish allowed the two beautiful women to lead her forward by her nipples. Giddy with anticipation, she followed whatever direction they pulled her tiny little nipples in. She didn't care where they were going.

The path continued on for several dozen yards, past the trees and then into a lighted circle surrounded by a high wire fence. Lights on tall poles illuminated the grassy arena. At one end stood a long, low building with wide doors facing them. It must have been a stable, Trish though, judging from the stink, though there was no noise coming from inside. Just for a moment, she imagined her Goddess riding naked and bareback on a beautiful white stallion. The prancing ride would make Ms. Donovan's beautiful big tits and curvy ass jiggle and bounce up and down as she rode up and down the trail. But the fantasy passed. She would never know.

"Stay here with the snuff bunny, Rene`" the Goddess said after they stopped in the middle of the arena, "I'll be right back." Both women released Trish's nipples, letting the loose titflesh wobble and bounce back into place. The snuff bunny felt almost disappointed, as she loved it when her titties were used as leashes to pull her around.

Ms. Donovan trotted through the door of the stable, and Trish watched lustfully as the woman's round firm ass cheeks bounced playfully with each step.

The woman was only in the building for a moment before she emerged and trotted back to the Rene` and the filthy snuff bunny. In her left hand, she held two long slender horsewhips with frayed ends. Her other hand held three thick black dildos of varying sizes. "Who wants their pussy stuffed?" she chortled happily.

"I do, of course," said Rene`, "But I think I need the smallest one. It's been a while since I masturbated with a dildo."

Ms. Donovan smiled and handed her companion the shortest and slenderest of the dildos, though it still looked to Trish to be of pretty good size.

Ms. Donovan then gave the smaller of the remaining two to her snuff bunny. "I want the big one for myself," she said, then laughed like a wicked little girl. Trish and Rene` giggled as well, enjoying the woman's playful mood.

"Okay," said the big titted woman, her fiery blue eyes sparkling in the artificial light, "Stuff those holes! Let's give our pussies something to grab on to."

Everyone laughed again, then both Ms. Donovan and Rene` squatted slightly and put the dildos to their neatly trimmed cunts. Trish did the same, and all three women sighed with pleasure as the toys slid easily up into their steamy wet cunts. Trish savored the feeling of the thick dildo slipping deeply into her cunt. It wasn't as big as the one she wore in the parade, but it was still plenty to satisfy her need to feel full.

"Mmmm..." moaned Ms. Donovan, swaying back and forth as if in a dream, "Oh, that feels so good. My pussy is so wet I could probably cum right now if I wanted. But I think I'll save it for now."

Rene` shuddered as her cunt sucked the dildo into her. "Oh, gawd," she said, "I forgot how much I missed this!" Leaving the dildo buried in her twat, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked the juices from them.

Trish slipped her dildo easily into her fuckhole, but only stood up and smiled at her Goddess. Ms. Donovan looked puzzled. "Doesn't it feel good, snuff bunny?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," answered Trish, "It's wonderful, and so generous of you to let your snuff bunny fill her pussy with such a beautiful dildo. But I am not here for my pleasure, my Goddess. I am here for yours, and the only delight I want is to know you are enjoying yourself with your snuff bunny."

"Oh, I see," said Ms. Donovan, "but it's okay. I want my snuff bunny to cum as often and as hard as she can manage the rest of the night. After all, it's her last chance."

"Yes, my Goddess," said Trish sweetly, "and thank you for allowing your snuff bunny this privilege."

Ms. Donovan laughed again, and handed Rene` one of the long horsewhips. Then she moved around the filthy snuff bunny, and she and Rene` both stood several yards apart with Trish about halfway between them. Feeling excited and really horny, the snuff bunny reached between her slightly parted legs and began to slowly slide the dildo in and out of her steamy, oily cunt. She moaned slightly as she smiled first at Rene`, then at her beloved Goddess. She noted the thick dildos held deep in the women's twats, and the visions excited her further.

"All right, snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, holding the dildo deep with her left hand and the horsewhip high in her right, "I want you to start running in a circle between Rene` and myself, but be sure to not come within about four feet of us. Use one hand to fuck your cunt, and the other to bounce and slap those sweet teenie titties! As you run, take short, quick steps and lift your knees high. Keep moving no matter what happens, until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?"

Trish felt her pussy quickly begin to warm up and throb around the dildo, and she quickened the pace at which she fucked herself. "Yes, my Goddess," she said with a smile, "I know the pony dance. I feel very lucky to be able to do it for you. I hope you enjoy it!"

Rene` laughed, and cut the air with a swift swing of her whip. The sound made Trish shudder with apprehension, knowing what was about to happen. Her pussy began pouring hot girl juice, and she fucked herself harder.

Ms. Donovan and Rene` both parted their thighs, and began sliding their dildos in and out of their hot pussies. "Get going, snuff bunny!" the blonde woman commanded with an evil grin.

Still fucking her pussy as hard and fast as she could, Trish lifted her other hand to her tits and began squeezing and pulling at them, enjoying the way they smarted as she put pressure on the bluish-purple bruises. Then she began doing as commanded, running around in a circle counter clockwise between the two masturbating women. She lifted her knees high between each short prancing step. The movement made her entire young body quiver and jiggle, especially her ass cheeks. Her free hand slapped and pulled at her big bouncing titties, and she smiled. She knew she was putting on a nasty, degrading show for her Goddess and lovely Rene`. She fucked her nasty, steamy cunt faster and faster as she danced and pranced and bounced and jiggled to entertain the two women.

Crack!

"Youch!" cried the filthy dancing girl as she passed Ms. Donovan and received a sharp snap of the whip on her bouncing ass cheeks. Tears sprang from her eyes, and she danced faster. The dildo slid in and out of the hot, oily hole between her legs, making a 'squish splush flurp plup' noise.

"Oh, thank you, my Goddess," the nasty, filth-encrusted snuff bunny said between sobs, "Oh yes, hurt your nasty snuff bunny! Make me cry! Make me suffer pain and shame for you, please, my Goddess, please!"

Thwack!

The stroke came from Rene's whip, and both women laughed as Trish nearly stumbled. The slut kept her feet however, and continued her bouncing, jiggling pony dance as she cried and wailed in blessed misery.

"Arrgghoooh, fuck! Oh, thank you, Lady Rene`! Whip me! Whip your snuff bunny hard! Both of you! Oh please... please... punish my nasty, worthless body for your pleasure, please! Let me suffer for you, please! Whip this filthy slut body!"

The women with the whips masturbated furiously as the watched Trish pony prance between them, laughing at her filthy, jiggling girl flesh and the red strips that quickly rose on the bouncy ass bunz.

Snap!

"Agggh! Oh yes thank you, my Goddess, thank you!"

Trish continued her prancing dance in a circle between the two women, crying and sniffling and fucking cunt with savage abandon... 'squish splish plurphlup schlurp plurp...'

Shwack!

"Ahh-howech! Oh gawd thank you Lady Rene` thank you! Oh please whip me! Whip this miserable snuff bunny!"

More prancing... jiggling... crying... and wild dildo stuffing.... 'plurp plorp flurp shplurp....'

The two whip-wielding women laughed and brutally assailed their dripping fuckholes with the dildos as they whipped their beautiful dancing, prancing snuff bunny.

Scrack!

"Ohhh... howch oh gawd yes whip me! Beat me hard and fast! Make it hurt!"

'squish squish squish...'

Trish became lost in her wild dance, arching her back and keeping her ass muscles loose to increase the effect. Ms. Donovan and Rene` fucked their cunts faster... harder... deeper as they laughed at the jiggling mass of dancing slutflesh that was their eager and willing target!

Fwack!

"Owwwech! O more... more... MORE! O please whip me more please!"

Bouncy bouncy jiggle-jiggle-jiggle... 'splish... splup... plurp...'

"Oh, gawd, Marsha... look at all that wonderful girl meat! Oh, my gawd oh fuck I'm cumming!"

Crack!

"AAAARRRRGGGHHH!"

Over and over, Trish felt the stiff horsewhips fall on her ass bunz, her tummy, her thighs, back, and especially her tits. A few strokes even licked between her legs to sting her glistening wet cunt lips. She slapped and pulled at her soft, massive mounds of titmeat as she pistoned her girl-cum-gushing pussy faster and harder then ever with the dildo. The filthy, beautiful young snuff bunny wailed in joy, lost in a hurricane of pleasure and agony and misery and deep, searing ecstasy. She could feel her soft young flesh quiver and bounce and jiggle as she danced, and eagerly surrendered herself the intense, biting sting of t he horsewhips, crying and sobbing and dancing and praying the moment would never end.

At last she could continue no further. The young blonde girl collapsed to her knees, legs spread wide. Her body spasmed and quaked as she continued the hellish assault on her greedy fuckhole.

"Oh, my gaw... oh fuck me fuck me I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cummi... oh shit my cunt my cu... Owhech oh fuck me fuck me fuck my pussy oh gawwwwwwwed!"

Lost as she was in the intense, gut-wrenching orgasm, Trish was unaware that Ms. Donovan and Rene` had tossed the whips aside and waddled up to her. Keeping their legs spread as wide as they could and squatting with their hips thrust forward in a rudimentary aim, they both yanked the dildos out of their pussies. Pulling their cunt lips wide to expose their holes, they shuddered and quivered. Almost in unison, they came with blinding intensity. Their boiling hot pussies tightened, spasmed, and each squirted a thick, hot, steamy blob of girl cum that splashed like warm oil on the filthy, orgasmic snuff bunny's lovely young face and bouncing titties.

Splash! Splat!

Trish felt the warm liquid splatter on her lips and lips and chin. Some of it landed in her open, drooling mouth. As tidal wave after tidal wave of brutal ecstasy surged through her like a bolt of lightning, she slurped and licked the tart, pale girl cum. It's taste served to deepen and intensify her own orgasm, and her hairless cunt spewed a pulsing stream of steamy pale girl cum out around her dildo, splashing and slurping obscenely as she continued fucking the nasty pink hole that so eagerly and desperately embraced the dildo.

At last the white-hot surges of pleasure subsided. Trish rocked back and forth, sobbing and dizzy and sorry the boiling, churning orgasm had finally ended. She looked up through tear filled eyes and saw her beautiful, beloved Goddess, and lovely Rene` both standing over her, panting hard. Their legs were still spread wide, and twat nectar still leaked from their throbbing, pulsing pussy mounds. Their stiff clits still stuck out like little fingers, twitching and quivering visibly.

"Wow, little snuff bunny!" said Ms. Donovan between breathy pants, "You are one hot, horny, nasty and eager little slut!"

"No kidding," said Rene` and the redhead laughed like a little girl, "That was the most fun I've had in months!"

Trish smiled, feeling humble and blessed by their praise. She breathed heavily and deeply, causing her lovely young tits to rise and fall on her chest. Her pussy still throbbed as it pushed the well-used dildo out of her. It fell out of her cunt with a slight 'sssllrup' sound, and fell into the grass below, lying in a small, steamy puddle of pussy juice. She shuddered and trembled, weak from the fiery orgasm. Tears poured down her young face as she gazed up at the two women.

"Oh sweet Goddess... sweet Lady Rene`...." The words came only with controlled effort. "Oh that was so wonderful for this filthy slut. I don't deserve it... I could never deserve it... but you gave it... you blessed this worthless lump of girl filth by allowing her to cum harder and deeper and sweeter than ever before. This snuff bunny is happy... truly happy... my Goddess... and it's such a wonderful privilege... a beautiful blessing... to surrender myself to you and suffer for you and cum for you... I'm in heaven, my Goddess... you have put me in heaven... in heaven." She broke down into uncontrollable sobbing and leaned forward. She covered their feet with soft, tender kisses, pouring out her love and devotion to the Goddess and lovely Lady Rene`... showering her gratitude upon them and feel deeply, fully, and completely fulfilled to do it.

As the shivering, filthy snuff bunny continued to worship the two women at their feet, Rene` looked up at Ms. Donovan. The two smiled at each other.

"Well, Marsha," said Rene`, "It's getting late. What will we do with her now?

The blue-eyed Goddess looked at the adoring snuff bunny, then back up at Rene`, and grinned wickedly. "Dinner time," she said.

Last Gifts

Trish had a wide, satisfied smile on her face as she walked groggily behind the other two naked women. As always, they pulled her along by her nipples. She didn't care where they were taking her or what they planned to do with her. She just felt grateful to be here with them... to be here for them... to give herself to them like the good little snuff bunny she was.

Ms. Donovan and Rene` giggled to themselves as they pulled the young filthy girl along by her nipples. Trish smiled, happy that her Goddess and Rene` were having a good time with her. She liked the feel of her big, filthy titties as the stretched them out from her chest, shaking them slightly to make them wobble and bounce happily. She considered doing the pony dance as she was led along, just to give these two wonderful women something to enjoy. But, as she was still wearing her pink pumps it would be clumsy and she might fall, delaying their pleasure. Besides, midnight was approaching and the contract had to be fulfilled by then. Still, it felt so comforting to be in the Ms. Donovan's hands and Trish knew those slender, elegant hands would soon do their duty.

The two older women led their pretty blonde snuff bunny behind the main house and onto the red brick patio in the center of the well-manicured yard. The outdoor furniture had been folded up and removed from the patio, though it was still well illuminated by bright outdoor lights mounted on tall antique streetlamp poles. A green garden hose lay coiled up on it with one end running to a sprinkler valve just next to the hedge. Beside the valve stood an orange five-gallon plastic pail with a red handle.

The three stepped up onto a brick walkway that ran from the patio to the sliding glass back door of the house, and further out beyond the patio to a smaller building that appeared to be of frame construction with common white siding. The building had a number of small windows, but only one wide door. Bright lights beamed from inside the building. Around them, Trish could only see the hedges, the well-trimmed grass, and the starlit darkness of the deepening night.

Ms. Donovan and Rene` led the snuff bunny up onto the round patio, and stopped in the center. The blue-eyed Goddess turned to Trish as she and Rene' released the girl's nipples. The big, nasty titties jiggled back into place on the blonde teen's shapely chest. She smiled at the snuff bunny. "Wait here," she commanded, and Trish smiled back, nodding to indicate that she would obey.

While Ms. Donovan uncoiled the loose end of the hose, Rene' went over to the valve and turned the valve. It emitted a loud 'squeak', and a powerful stream of clear water shot from the hose. Trish had just a moment to notice Rene` picking up the pail before Ms. Donovan aimed the hose at her, put her finger over the end to create a narrow spray, and began squirting the snuff bunny's filthy young body.

The water was sharply cold, and Trish gasped as the stream struck her tits and face. The stream moved up and down her body, drenching her from head to and chilling her. She began to shiver, but did not move or try to get out of the way of the water. The powerful stream battered her big titties, tummy, legs, and her face as well, making it even more difficult for the nasty girl to breathe. Goose bumps formed all over her body, and her nipples hardened and shrank. The force of the stream was enough to shoot into the cleft between her legs, stinging her pussy lips. She felt her young pussy tighten in response until it almost ached. The stream also hammered at her erect little love-button so hard it hurt.

"Raise your arms over your head," ordered Ms. Donovan, "and start turning around in place. Don't stop until I tell you to."

Trish heard the words, and immediately obeyed. With her arms held high, her young body was even more exposed to the stream, and turning in place slowly, teetering in her pumps from the force of the stream, made every inch her available for her Goddess to spray. The stream stung her thighs, back, and quivering bottom. Several times, the water forced its way between her round ass cheeks to splatter against her tight butt hole. Several well-aimed squirts hit the hole dead center, and Trish felt the bitter cold water shoot up her ass.

For several minutes she turned, shaking and shivering violently, fighting the urge to run away and seek dry warmth. Ms. Donovan laughed as she sprayed the lovely, big-titted blonde teen. The sweet music of the Goddess' giggles as snickers encouraged Trish. As tormented as the blonde snuff bunny felt as the water sucked the heat from her flesh, she felt more determined than ever to endure it for Ms. Donovan's sake.

As the water continued to drench Trish's trembling, goose-pimply flesh, the filth that covered her began to stream off of her. Her blonde hair hung in tangled dreadlocks around her head, slowly giving up the nasty globs of vomit and garbage that defiled the fine blonde tangles.

Suddenly, Ms. Donovan lowered the hose, and sprayed the patio around Trish's feet, washing away the dirty brown puddle that had formed. Then she took her finger off the nozzle of the hose, letting the water flow freely. "Stop turning," she said to Trish, and the blonde teen girl completed her last twirl to face her Goddess. She expected a command to lower her arms, but it didn't come.

Rene` stepped up to the teen girl and set down the bucket. Looking down, Trish could see that it was filled with sudsy water. The naked redhead reached into the bucket of soapy water, plunged her hand beyond the froth, and lifted out a large sponge laden with the sweet-smelling soap. The girl gasped again as the woman slopped the sponge against her big, jiggling titties. The heavy sponge slopped against the snuff bunny's boobs, splashing cold soap that covered the teens torso. Without a hint of gentleness, the redhead began scrubbing Trish's sore, bruised titties, then her shoulders and her entire chest, scrubbing away the nasty filth that still clung to the young girl's pink skin.

"Keep turning," said the pretty naked redhead as she slopped the soap all over Trish's body, "but slowly so I can wash you good. We have to hurry. Time is getting short."

With her body shivering violently to protest the cold, Trish began to slowly rotate in place again with her hands still held high over her head. She kept her eyes closed to keep the splashing soap from blinding her. As she turned round and round, she felt Rene` slopping the cold water onto her from head to toe. The water was heavy with perfumed soap that smelled of lilacs.

Rene` scrubbed the snuff bunny's entire body; tits, tummy, back, ass, the long sleek legs, and even her face and hair. The sponge felt a bit scratchy to Trish, but it wasn't bad. The young blonde felt grateful to be free of the filth. Several splashes of soapy water shot up her nose, stinging her sinuses and forcing her to gag and blow it back out. She heard Rene` and Ms. Donovan snicker at it, and felt glad they enjoyed this additional tiny withering of her few remaining crumbs of dignity.

"Stop turning," said Rene` after several minutes, "and spread your legs so I can scrub your cunt." Trish complied, and stood slightly squatting with her thighs parted wide to expose her hairless pussy. The redhead dunked the sponge in the bucket again, and slopped a fresh soaking of suds between the teen slut's legs. The force of the splash squeezed a few globs of the bitter cold soapy water up her fuckhole, chilling her further from the inside out. Then Rene` began a brutal scrubbing of the girl's vulva. Shivering as she stood there, Trish felt surprised to feel her cunt responding to the novel stimulation. She panted and felt herself shudder violently, and a powerful cum erupted from her cunt, sending powerful bolts of searing ecstasy surging throughout her young body. "Nnnngggrrrhhhg!" she grunted as her body quaked uncontrollably, and she almost lost her balance and collapsed. But as quickly as it came, the orgasm vanished, and she struggled with all her strength to remain upright. The shaking caused all of her fleshy girl parts to quiver obscenely. The bruised titties wobbled from side to side in a kind of slutty dance it seemed, and her ass jiggled and bounced as she alternately tightened and loosened her butt muscles.

"Ha ha ha!" said Rene`, scrubbing harder at the girl's twat, "Did you see that, Marsha? The little slut came for us! She is a hopelessly nasty piece of pussy, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is," said Trish's Goddess with a wicked giggle, "and she likes to put on a show for us. Isn't that right, snuff bunny?"

Trish opened her eyes and smiled at the angelic woman that abused and degraded her so sweetly. "Y... yes... m... umm... my g... g... Goddess," she stammered, barely able to force the words out past her chattering teeth, "I... I want to p... put on a good sh... sh... show for you so you c... can enjoy your sn... snuff bunny's suffering like you d... deserve."

Both Ms. Donovan and Rene` laughed mockingly at Trish's exhortations, and the blonde girl felt a warm glow spread through her despite the cold that chilled her bones and quivering, jiggling girl flesh. She felt so happy for them, and hoped they would enjoy every remaining moment that remained of the contract. She knew, of course, that they would probably enjoy her for several days yet, though she would not be aware of it. She wished silently that she could see it... to watch them enjoy her final gifts. As it was, she could only imagine it, and felt sad that their amusement with her would eventually end.

"Turn around and bend over," said Rene`, pulling the sponge away from the blonde girl's crotch, "Then turn around, squat slightly like you are doing now, and use your hands to hold your ass cheeks apart."

"Yes, Ma`am," replied the shivering young girl, and she slid her shoes over the bricks, keeping her legs spread as she turned her ass to the redheaded woman. She bent until her soap-covered titties hung almost straight down from her chest, swaying from side to side as the suds dropped in white blobs from them to plop onto the patio bricks. She swung her hands around to her butt, seized her round, meaty ass cheeks, and pulled them apart to expose her tightly puckered asshole. The dark pink rosebud protruded slightly out, pulsing and throbbing visibly.

Trish took another deep breath as she felt the splash of cold soapy water splash on her ass and run down her crack, flowing over her sensitive asshole and further to her cunt, where the suds collected into cold, frothy blobs and dripped from her twat lips. Then the slightly rough, slippery caress of the sponge as Rene` scrubbed up and down the young girl's ass crack. Another surge of pleasure coursed through the blonde snuff bunny's body, like long hot tendrils of delight that sparkled along her nerves, focused on her celebrating asshole. She let her body quiver and shake with the electricity of her orgasm, and could feel her soft, bruised young titties wobble and shake as they joined her asshole and cunt in a degrading festival of quivering, jiggling girl meat. Again, she heard the women laughing at her and making filthy comments about her.

At last, the redhead withdrew the sponge and dropped into the bucket, which she then picked up by the handle and carried it as she stepped back away from the young blonde girl. "Stand up, slut!" commanded Ms. Donovan, and immediately Trish stood up straight and turned to face her Goddess. "Lift you hands up high again," continued the powerful blue-eyed woman, "and turn in place again like before." Trish smiled wide as she raised her arms up and began slowly rotating in place in a kind of clumsy dance. From the corner of her eye, she saw Ms. Donovan cover the flow from the hose again, forcing the water to pressurize and begin shoot out in a narrow spray again.

The naked, shivering snuff bunny gasped as the frigid water struck her body. The spray washed away the suds that still clung to her, rinsing her from the head down. After a minute or two of shivering as she was hosed down with ice-cold water, Trish felt the cruel spray move away from her body, leaving her clean and wet and numb from the chill. "You can let your arms down now and stop turning," said Ms. Donovan as she dropped the still-running hose. The young girl did so, and stood before her, trembling and shivering, covered in goose bumps but without a single trace of the filth that covered her minutes before. Her nipples had hardened into little pink marbles, centered upon shrunken, wrinkled aureoles that crowned the shimmering wet teen titties. The woman turned and nodded to Rene`, who had set the bucket down next to the water valve where it was when they arrived. Rene` turned valve handle, and the hose stopped spewing water. Trish smiled at each of them from behind the dripping tangles of blonde hair that hung in odd angles over her face. She shivered, making her jiggling girl flesh shimmer in the light from the tall posts, and smile sweetly. She felt much better... cleaner... and despite the chill, she sensed a new energy and eagerness to surrender herself to the two women for another round of torture, abuse, and delightful misery for them to enjoy.

The two women approached the trembling wet girl roughly manhandled her around toward the building behind her at the end of the walkway. Stepping in front of her, the again grabbed and pinched her cold, hard nipples. Trish gasped as they twisted the rubbery nubs and laughed at her again, and arched her back to welcome the familiar sparks of torment. "Let's go," said Ms. Donovan, and the two women tugged her nipples, stretching the bruised teen milk-bags again and forcing her to follow. She resisted just slightly to force the tugging fingers to stretch the sensitive tit meat painfully, and hoped that the women enjoyed seeing the tender tit flesh pulled taut. Their smiles and giggles as they glanced at her reassured her that the ruse was working. That made her feel happier, and she let the pain flow through her so that she could feel every twinge and suffer even more deeply for her tormenters.

The young girl trembled and shivered as she was led along the brick path to the building. They stopped only for a moment as Ms. Donovan opened the door. Light flooded through the opening, and they continued inside. Once they were all over the threshold, the blonde Goddess closed the door again with a dull, metallic 'thud.'

The room they were in was wide and square, but had only plain white walls and ceiling, although the pink and white tiled floor shined with an almost mirror-like polished finish. The only items in the room were a tall wooden cabinet with six wide doors, and it was painted a faded yellow. Beside it stood a collection of rakes, hoes, and other garden tools, and also a large electric heater. The room was cool, but not as cold as the air outside, and Trish trembled a little less vigorously.

One small window looked out on the yard outside from the same wall as the entry door, and two more on the side toward the hedge. All three were covered with thin, tattered yellow curtains. The far wall had a arched opening that led to a brightly lit room beyond. Through the opening, Trish could see only a long, pale yellow counter with many doors, a pink granite-patterned Formica top, and a sunken white sink with a tall faucet. She could also see the edge of what looked like a heavy unpolished wood table with blotches of some kind of stain.

The two women positioned the young snuff bunny in the middle of the room, and Ms. Donovan commanded her to remain still. Then she went to the cabinet and opened the doors while Rene` dragged the heater close. The redhead made sure the heater was plugged into the wall beside the cabinet, then turned in on. It immediately glowed red, and Trish could feel her wet, trembling body immediately feel the heat flow over her body. She sighed with pleasure as she soaked up the warmth.

Ms. Donovan closed the door of the cabinet, and returned, shaking out straight two huge, thick, fluffy blue towels. She handed one to Rene`, and the two women began using them to pat Trish's wet skin dry.

Trish surrendered to their attentions, letting them soak up the moisture that covered her skin. As the water vanished from her flesh, she could feel the warmth from the heater pour into her much easier and faster, until she ceased to shiver.

Rene` then toweled the young girls hair vigorously while Ms. Donovan stooped down to dry Trish's hairless pussy mound and the cleft between her ass cheeks. With the snuff bunny now completely dry except for her hair, the blue-eyed Goddess returned to the cabinet, tossed the towel up on top, then opened the door and removed a wooded hair brush, a long extension cord, and a dark blue blow drier. She plugged the cord into the wall, then stretched it out straight until she stood close to Trish again, then she plugged in the drier and turned it on. It made a loud whining noise as it blue a steady stream of hot air, which the naked blonde snuff bunny welcomed as it flowed over her skin, warming her faster. She felt almost comfortable now... and a little sad because she had ceased to suffer as intensely for the two women.

Rene` stopped toweling the girl's damp hair and tossed the second towel aside. Then she took the brush from Ms. Donovan. Together, the two women dried and brushed the young blonde slut's fine hair for long minutes. Trish could feel the brush tugging as it tore through tiny tangles to straight the remaining hair, but that was okay... as long as her Goddess was doing it.

After about ten minutes, Ms. Donovan shut off the drier, and both women stood back. The young girl stood before them clean and semi-groomed now. Even the bruises from her earlier beatings looked less imposing. The young girl flesh glowed pink and the mane of fine blonde hair shined as it neatly framed the snuff bunny's sweet smiling face. The girl's beloved Goddess smiled as she admired the tender teenage body. "Now, isn't that a fine piece of girl meat," she said, more as a rhetorical statement than a question.

"Yes, she is," said Rene` as she gazed at Trish's body, idly stroking her own pale brown tummy and hips, "Mmmmmmmmm... I just love those big, beautiful tits and meaty white thighs."

"What about that ass?" asked Ms. Donovan, gently squeezing her own boobs, "and that pussy looks so yummy!"

Trish smiled and hung her head in humble respect. "I am very happy that my Goddess and Lady Rene` find pleasure in looking at my body," she said, "but it is getting late. Are you not going to fulfill the WPI contract?"

The two women laughed like wicked, cackling witches. "Well of course we are, little snuff bunny," she said, and both women approached, put their hands on Trish's shoulders, and gently turned her toward the arched door, "but you are right. We should hurry." Gently, the pushed her forward, and Trish did not resist as they urged her through the arch into the next room.

Once through the opening, Trish could see that the room resembled a large kitchen, although there was no stove. A rack of wide, empty pans stood against the far wall next to the one small, yellow-curtained window. On the wall she didn't see before stood the two doors of a large walk-in cooler like she had seen in restaurants. Between those doors, hanging from a small nail, there was a large plain black and white kitchen clock with large numbers. Trish read the hands... 11:02 PM.

The heavy wooden table, which looked to be about eight feet long and four feet wide, had a very thick, tightly planked top, and one end stood on thick legs a little longer than those at the other end, giving the table a visible tilt. The brown stains were blotched all together in the middle, with narrow runners that extended to the low end.

The two women stood their snuff bunny beside the table. Ms. Donovan smiled at the young blonde girl and patted the tabletop. "Sit up here, little slut," she said, "and we will prepare you."

"Yes, my Goddess," said Trish with an easy smile, and she turned and hopped up onto the table with a slight jump, which made her firm round boobs bounce merrily. She sat still, holding her back straight and her thighs widely splayed to display her bald twat to their view.

The two women laughed with easy delight at the way the blonde teen's flesh jiggled and quivered for them, continuing the show while they continued to enjoy it. Then Rene` bent and removed the pink pumps from Trish's small, dainty feet and set them on the floor beside the arch entry.

Ms. Donovan went to the counter, pulled open a drawer and lifted out a small black box, then set the box on the counter. Slowly, she opened the box, reached inside, and removed a small hypodermic needle already filled to the halfway mark with a clear, yellow-green fluid. She took the cap of the needle, and carefully held it as she returned to Trish, grinning like a little girl who had just stolen the keys to the candy store. Rene` also returned and stood next to the young blonde girl. She was also smiling.

"Turn around and bend your neck down," Ms. Donovan ordered the young blonde snuff bunny, "I have to inject this into your spine just below your neck."

Trish shuffled around and complied, exposing the gentle curve where her neck met her shoulders. She felt confused, wondering what was going on. "What is it, my Goddess?" she asked.

"It's a pain blocker," said the woman with the fiery blue eyes, and she felt the back of the girl's neck, probing for just the right spot to inject the serum, "We are going to claim your last gifts, and we have to use this to prevent the pain from sending you into shock."

"No pain?" whined the sweet young blonde snuff bunny, "Awwwww, that means I won't get to suffer for you." Her voice sounded genuinely sad and disappointed.

"No," said Rene`, "but it does mean you will be around longer while we butcher and gut you. And you will be able to watch it all."

"And you will still be able to feel it all," added Ms. Donovan, "Your body and brain just won't interpret the sensations as pain, so you won't go into shock." That comforted Trish, and she held still while the blue-eyed Goddess found the exact spot on the back of her neck she was seeking. The young girl felt a tiny pinprick, which made her wince, then soft warmth slowly grew in her body, seeming to pool in her pussy and playfully tickle her asshole. The throbbing bruises in her battered tits ceased to ache, and she moaned as delicate, gentle waves of pleasure flowed into the firm young juggs and spread into the rest of her flesh.

Ms. Donovan pulled the needle out. The syringe was now empty. "Okay!" she said without concealing her eagerness, "Let's get started! Rene`, help turn and lay on the table. Give her the pillow roll to raise he head so she can watch.

"You got it, Marsha," said the redhead almost gleefully, and she moved around to the other side of the table. She put her hands firmly on Trish's smooth shoulders and gently twisted, urging her to turn and lay back with her head at the raised end of the table. After spreading the snuff bunny's long legs to open up her twat and extending her arms out to the side, she reached into a compartment under the table that Trish could not see. From there, the redhead pulled up a small round pillow, lifted the young girl's head, and put it under her neck. Trish could now look over the tops of her massive teen titties and see her entire body spread-eagled on the table. She smile at Rene`, and knew that the apex of her life had finally come. And she was ready.

Ms. Donovan returned holding four long strips of thick, flexible canvas in one hand, and a long, thick, pinkish colored dildo in the other, which she handed to Rene`. "You go to work on her pussy, dear," she said with an easy, friendly authority, "I will tie her off."

Rene` smiled and moved along the table until she stood staring straight down and the young blonde girl's lovely shaved twat. She winked at Trish, breathed deep and gave each of her soft, pale brown boobs a vicious squeeze. Trish winked back, and lifted her hips slightly, offering her exposed cunt to the beautiful redhead.

Rene` wasted no more time. She lowered the dildo between the young girl's meaty thighs, aimed the tip at the glistening pink cunt lips, and gently worked the head of the dildo between them until it rested against the opening of her tight fuckhole. She applied gentle pressure. Trish sighed with pleasure as her pussy hole was gently stretched around the invader, welcoming it as it slid easily into her warm wet depths. The young girl relished the sensation as Rene` began slowly sliding the toy in and out of her steamy pussy. She even started to gently roll and grind her hips in response to the delightful throbbing as Rene` slowly fucked her.

"Try not to move, snuff bunny," ordered Ms. Donovan, "For this next part you have to be very still or the moment could be spoiled for us and for you. But you can cum whenever and as often as you like."

"Yes, my Goddess," said Trish, her voice heavy with pleasure. She held herself still and just let the pumping, pulsing sensation in her cunt build and spread.

Ms. Donovan then lay the strips flat on Trish's belly, took one of the short ones, and wrapped it around the young girl's right arm as close as she could to the shoulder. "Why do you keep calling me that," she asked the beautiful young teen snuff bunny, "I'm not a goddess, and I have been pretty brutal to you all night. One would think you would hate me at this point, and I am truly amazed that Rene` and I don't have to tie you down and listen to you beg for your life."

Still swimming in her warm pool of pleasure, Trish looked up at the woman as Ms. Donovan cinched the strap as tight as it would go, cutting off blood flow to Trish's right arm. "But... I am your snuff bunny," she said, her voice full of respect and humble reassurance, "It's my duty to give myself to you so you can have fun with my body... to obey you totally so you can amuse yourself with my suffering and shame. You are all I have left in the world, and I love you. I knew from the moment I saw you... saw your wonderful blue eyes. I fell in love with those eyes, and have never looked back beyond that moment. You ARE a goddess... you are MY Goddess. You are so beautiful and powerful, and you let nothing stand in the way of your possession of me... of my body... my soul. All that I am now is yours. And this is my dream, my lifelong ambition and dearest wish... to be your snuff bunny. It's all I ever wanted... to be the best snuff bunny ever, and I feel so lucky that you chose me... so blessed to be allowed to surrender to you, serve you, entertain and delight you... and give my body and soul to you... you... my Goddess."

Ms. Donovan smiled kindly down at the girl. Trish smiled back, a tear of joy sparkling as it formed in the corner of her eye and ran slowly down her face. "Little one," she said softly, her voice choked with emotion, "you make me want to keep you... to tear up the contract. I feel like it is me who...."

"No!" exclaimed Trish loudly, then quickly contained herself again, "No, my Goddess. That would be wrong. It is the reason I am here. It's why I am your snuff bunny. So, please, respect the contract, and do what it requires, please? Take my final gifts and enjoy them, please... and let me be the lucky one... and remain your snuff bunny."

Ms. Donovan smiled down at Trish. "You're right... my little snuff bunny," she said softly, almost lovingly, then she bent down, and she and the young blonde girl shared a soft, gently kiss for several seconds. Then she rose slightly, caressed the girl's neck gently, and they looked at each other lovingly. Trish gazed deeply into the woman's blue eyes, and felt her love for her Goddess deepen with each passing moment. "I command you now, little snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, her eyes blazing with authority, and Trish prepared to immediately obey, "Cum! Cum as hard and as hot as you can for me! Cum for me! NOW!"

The words shot like arrows into the young blonde girl's heart, igniting the gathering heat in her steamy hot cunt. Almost instantly, the most brutally intense orgasm she had ever know, many times what she had ever imagined, exploded with a blinding flash into every corner of her body. She arched her back, and writhed wildly as her cunt slammed shut around the dildo as Rene` shoved it in so deep it hammered at her cervix. "Unnnnnnggggghfuck!" she shrieked as volcanic ecstasy flooded her in wave after searing wave. It was so massive and intense she nearly passed out... seeing stars and shapeless flashes of light as he body sank into a molten caldera of pleasure. Cunt honey spewed out of her fuckhole, shooting out with such force that it soared in a wet, steaming arch to splash onto the tile floor.

Rene` and Ms. Donovan gasped at the sight, then clapped their hands together in applause. "Bravo, little snuff bunny," said the girl's Goddess, who then bent and kissed the panting girl on the lips again, "That was exciting! I wish I could squirt that far!"

Trish heard the woman's praises as the powerful waves of orgasm faded, and she wept as she smiled up at Ms. Donovan, "Oh, thank you," she said, "It is yours, my Goddess... your cum... your orgasm... because you commanded it of me! Thank you, thank you!"

"I know, my nasty little snuff bunny," said the woman, and all three laughed as Rene` continued to pump the dildo in and out of the blonde teen's hot, slippery cunt. "But, we need to get moving," Ms. Donovan continued, "Time's a wastin'."

"Yes, my Goddess," Trish agreed, and relaxed again, focused on enjoying the celebration going on in her steaming hot pussy. The sweet aroma of cunt honey filled the air, and all three of them breathed deeply of it.

Ms. Donovan moved around to Trish's left, and used another short canvas strip to tie off the left arm, cinching it down as tightly as the first. Moving quickly, she then moved down to the girl's hips, and Trish slightly lifted her left leg to make her Goddess' task easier. The woman slipped one of the longer strips around the top of the snuff bunny's thigh, as near the hip joint as possible, and tied it as tightly as she could. Then she moved around to the girl's right side and tied off her right leg just below the hip joint.

Ms. Donovan moved quickly now, and rushed to the outside end of the counter, just out of Trish's view. Still semi-high from the warm pool of delight building again in her constantly dildo-fucked cunt, she looked again at the clock. Now it read eleven twenty. The time was quickly passing.

Ms. Donovan appeared again, standing above Trish's head and smiling, evil excitement in her eyes, and the young girl could see the woman's massive white-skinned titties heave and fall with each gusty breath. "This is it!" said the woman, and she held up a huge circular saw, like a builder's wood saw, except the tiny teeth of the blade had been filed to razor-sharp points that gleamed in the light.

Trish saw the saw, and her eyes widened with excitement. The moment of truth was at last upon her, and she welcomed it eagerly... almost greedily. "Yes, my Goddess," she said, trembling with anticipation, "Your snuff bunny is ready!"

Even Rene` looked up from her relentless pounding of the young blonde's cunt, and laughed. "Go for it, Marsha!" she encouraged.

Ms. Donovan needed no more prodding. She pulled the trigger, and the saw whined to life. The deadly saw blade spun with blinding speed, and Trish could feel the breeze it generated on her face. She held out her arm straight and flat on the table to give her Goddess a solid, still target.

Her blue eyes ablaze with wicked delight, Ms. Donovan pulled back the safety guard from the spinning blade, and lowered it to Trish's left arm about an inch below the tie off strap. The spinning steel blade touched the delicate skin the girl's arm. Instantly a red groove formed, stream of crimson blood shot from soft girl flesh in a fine, misty spray. As expected, Trish could feel the pressure of the saw blade, the bite of the teeth, and the cool touch of the metal, but no pain whatsoever.

The lovely young snuff bunny continued to smile as she watched Ms. Donovan press the blade down further. The whine of the motor changed as the blade cut into the soft, helpless flesh. Blood flowed out quicker and quicker, and the crimson spray thickened. Suddenly the cut began spewing thick globs of gore, pouring out of the wound as Ms. Donovan pressed further into the soft flesh. Blood poured out of the wound, but not as heavily as it would have if the limb had not been tied off near the shoulder.

Trish felt a vibrating... like a grinding of stones... and knew the blade had sunk in deep, and was now sawing into the bone of her upper arm. The vibrations flashed through her, and again her pussy contracted. She struggled to keep her eyes open so she cold watch her arm getting sawed off, but the orgasm overtook her and again she was tossed about in a storm of delight that burned in her pussy and asshole. Though she uttered not a sound, her titties jiggled and wobbled from side to side in unison with the throbbing waves of pleasure.

The spinning, bloodstained blade bit further, and Trish heard, and felt, and sickening crunch. Then the whine of the saw picked up again, and the blade sank quickly down, slicing through the remaining muscles and skin. Suddenly, Trish's arm felt a great deal lighter, and Ms. Donovan lifted the saw, taking her finger off the trigger. The whine of the blade slowly wound down. The woman then held the saw in her right hand, and grabbed the severed arm with her right. Trish smiled and gasped as the blood-splattered limb was lifted up and away from her body.

"That's one," said Ms. Donovan with an evil grin, and both she and Trish laughed with satisfaction, then the woman asked Rene` to bring the rack of trays over. Leaving the dildo buried in the snuff bunny's hot, throbbing twat, she moved to the rack and rolled it around to the blue-eyed blonde woman with the saw. As Trish watched her Goddess place the limp, bloody limb in the top tray, she noticed that blood had splattered all over her the woman's tits and tummy. Rene`, too, had a fine coating of crimson on her tits and a few tiny splatters on her face. She looked down at where her arm used to be, and saw only a tightly bound bloody stump that leaked a slow, steady stream of blood onto the table. She also saw a streaky crimson pattern of blood spray on her own tits and chest. She licked her lips, and tasted the thick salty gore. It was on her face as well.

"Now the other one," said Ms. Donovan as Rene` resumed the task of battering the young snuff bunny's pussy with the dildo. Trish sighed, and let the pleasure begin to build again in her pussy as Ms. Donovan went back to work.

The saw screamed to life again, and Trish held her right arm straight for the woman. Again, the spinning blade bit into the defenseless and tender girl meat of Trish's arm. Blood spewed thicker and faster this time. The snuff bunny watched as the deadly, whirling blade spray-painted her tits a bright, rosy red. The thickening coating of blood glistened in the light, and began to collect into a tiny puddle between the blonde's massive, jiggling titties. The saw cut easily through the arm muscles, and ground into the hard bone. Like before, the sensation sparked another fiery orgasm that blazed and burned in her boiling pussy for several seconds before slowly fading. Panting from the strain of cum after brutal cum, Trish watched as her right arm, splattered and dripping with thick gobs of gore, was taken to the rack and set in the second tray, leaving only another bloody stump. Trish considered that. Whatever happened now, she could forget about ever masturbating again. But that was okay. Rene` was still there, pumping the dildo with a steady rhythm into her steamy hairless pussy.

"I need your help now, Rene`," said Ms. Donovan. Trish moaned with playful disappointment as the blood-sprayed redhead, bits of gore in her hair, left the thick dildo buried in the hairless twat, and lifted the snuff bunny's right leg, holding it slightly raised and straight, angled out away from Trish's stuffed pussy.

Ms. Donovan disappeared for a moment, then re-appeared with another, bigger saw. This one had a blade at least eighteen inches across, and no safety guard. Trish recognized it as a brick saw, but the blade was shining metal with much larger sharp teeth.

Ms. Donovan held the blade above the young armless girls upheld thigh, and pulled the trigger. The loud screech of the motor buffeted Trish's ears, but she could not bring herself to look away as her Goddess slowly, carefully lowered the spinning blade to her thigh a few inches below the tie off.

Blood and bits of tissue sprayed in all directions as the saw bit into the helpless girl meat. Within a few seconds, both Ms. Donovan and Rene` were drenched in blood. As the saw cut further and further, the woman was forced to move the blade back and forth in and arching motion to keep the cut straight and smooth. Blood gushed from the gaping wound as the saw every bit of delicate flesh that it touched. The walls an ceiling became streaked and splotched with thick clots of blood and little lumps of tissue. Ms. Donovan remained focused on her work, ripping into the soft meat of the snuff bunny's sleek thigh.

Trish felt the now familiar vibrations of the saw biting into solid bone. Once again, the sensations sparkled in her blood-covered cunt, and the steamy hole tightened so hard it spat out the massive dildo. It felt to the floor with a dull 'plup' sound, followed by a thick eruption of pale, steamy girl cum that shot for several feet from the spasming fuck-slit.

As the waves of orgasm slowly faded, Trish smiled with satisfaction and focused again on what was happening to her. The screaming blade of the saw continued to cut further down into her flesh. Now past the thigh bone, the blade was now slicing easily through the remaining meat of Trish's soft thigh. Rene` was pulling slightly, causing the blood-oozing wound to gape wide, allowing the saw blade even easier access. A few moments later, the last strip of skin and muscle fell victim to the saw, and Trish watched as the blood-drenched redhead lifted the entire leg up and away as Ms. Donovan moved the saw away, fingers off the trigger. The sound of the blade slowly dying though it still spun with deadly speed. Rene` heaved the heavy limb over her shoulder, pulled a tray out of the rack and set on the floor several feet away. It hit the hard floor with a dull, resinous 'clang.' A moment later, the redhead twisted and let Trish's severed leg fall into the tray with a wet 'plop.'

Ms. Donovan held the saw ready as Rene lifted the snuff bunny's sole remaining limb and held it out straight. She looked at the armless... and soon to be limb-less girl on the table, and winked. "Last one!" she said playfully, and Trish smiled as she watched her blue-eyed Goddess go back to work. Her only emotion was delight at seeing how Ms. Donovan, and Rene` as well, were enjoying hacking up her young, tender body with such uncompromisingly savage tools.

Ms. Donovan pulled the trigger on the saw, screeched to life again. Faster this time, standing in a more accessible position close to Trish's cunt, she lowered the spinning blade and hacked into the tender flesh. The saw slung blood and bits of tissue in all directions, painting the two women with a new layer of crimson. Before she reached the bone, however, Ms. Donovan stopped and lifted the saw.

"What's wrong, my Goddess?" Trish asked, concerned.

"Nothing, little snuff bunny," said the naked, blood drenched woman. Holding the saw out carefully with her right hand, she raised her left hand to her face and wiped. "Rene`, will you please get me a towel so I can wipe my eyes."

"Of course, Marsh," said the bloody naked redhead. Rene` dropped Trish's leg like a dead weight, and rushed through the arch headed toward the cabinet in the other room. She returned a few second later unfolding another fluffy blue towel, and put it in Ms. Donovan's hand. It became stained with splotches of blood as the woman wiped her face, revealing the skin under the coating of blood and shredded tissue bits. She blinked her eyes, smiled at Rene', and handed the towel back to her. "Thank you," she continued.

Rene` wiped her own face, then tossed the towel over onto the counter and picked up Trish's partly severed leg again. The girl sighed with relief that it wasn't anything serious and continued watching as the two women went back to work.

The whirred to life again, and Ms. Donovan maneuvered it back into the wound. Again, blood and gore flew as the blade tore through the young girl's flesh. Once again, a searing orgasm burst through Trish as the saw ground into the bone, lasting for several waves of rapturous ecstasy before fading. As soon as the saw cut through the hard thighbone, it ripped easily through the remaining strip of tissue. After a few seconds, the leg was completely severed, and Rene` carried it over and dropped it in the tray with the other as Ms. Donovan unplugged the saw and returned it to it's place behind Trish.

The snuff bunny looked at her body. She was drenched in gore... her own gore... and blood... and now without limbs she was utterly dependant on her Goddess and Lady Rene` for anything. She looked up at the blood-splattered clock between the walk-in doors. Eleven thirty exactly.

Ms. Donovan approached again carrying a heavy mallet and a round, tubular that looked like a metal dildo, except that it had no head. She also had a spray can with a label that Trish didn't recognize. She set the tools on the table next to the limb-less young girl, took the cap off the can, and aimed the spray at the bloody stump that was once her left arm. The girl felt a cool sensation on the stump that quickly faded as the woman stopped spraying. "What's that?" asked Trish, "I'm not questioning. I'm just curious."

"Surgical sealant," said Ms. Donovan with a smile, "It will keep you from bleeding to death too soon. Now we can do this." She used her free hand to take the loose end of the cinch in the canvas strap around the girl's arm stump, and tugged. The blood-soaked strap came loose, and the woman tossed it aside. Indeed, no further blood oozed from the stump, and despite her missing limb, without the strap Trish felt that her arm seemed a little more comfortable. "Hey!" she said with a delighted smile, "That's pretty neat."

"I thought you'd like it," said Ms. Donovan with a chuckle, "Let's get the others." She made quick work with the spray on the snuff bunny's remaining limb stumps, and removed the ties. Without the straps, Trish felt much more comfortable.

Rene` moved around to Trish's right while Ms. Donovan replaced the cap on the can, set in on the counter, then stood on the limb-less girl's left. "Let's flip her over now," she said to the redhead whose bare, quivering tits still dripped blood, "Roll her toward me."

Trish felt them slide their hands under her torso, then lift and roll her over like a lump of bread dough. She lay face down with her nose in the pillow for a moment, the turned her head to the side to breath. Her blood-splattered titties were smashed by her weight into the wood of the table, which was now slippery with quickly coagulating blood. She saw her Goddess pick up the mallet and strange tool again, and move down to her bare, blood-smeared ass, which was utterly helpless of course, now that she had no arms or legs.

"Spread them apart," Ms. Donovan told Rene`, and Trish felt hands on her ass, pulling the cheeks wide to expose the pucker of her asshole. A moment later, she felt a cool touch of metal encircle her rosebud. She strained her neck to see, but could only see Ms. Donovan's blood-streaked back and bottom.

A dull knocking sound, and Trish felt the metal ring cut into the skin around her asshole. Three more knocks, and she knew Ms. Donovan was pounding the strange tool into her flesh, centered over her tight rosebud. Although there was no pain, it was a strange sensation. A few seconds later the was a clicking noise, and she felt something being cut. Then Rene` let go of her ass cheeks, and Ms. Donovan moved back around into view. "What was that all about?" the young girl asked.

"This? " queried Ms. Donovan with a smile, and Trish nodded, "Oh, this as a rectal core tool. I just cut out your asshole! See?" She held the tool close to the girl's face, moved a small lever on the side of the tool, and a small circle of bloody flesh fell out the end.

Trish gazed in wide-eyed amazement at the two-inch wide circle of her flesh. It was indeed an asshole, and she knew it was HER rosebud pucker. It was a novel sensation to be looking at it directly, much less so close to her face. "Wow," she exclaimed, "what are you going to do with it?"

"Oh, just throw it away," said the woman, "It's useless. I might toss it in the garden." She reached for it.

"Oh, please, my Goddess," Trish begged suddenly, "May I have it? I don't know why, but it looks yummy!"

Ms. Donovan laughed, and picked the small circle of Trish's flesh up in her fingers. "Of course you can have it," she said in a playful tone, "Open up!"

Trish opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Ms. Donovan placed the Trish's severed asshole directly on the girl's tongue, and Trish sucked it into her mouth. At first it was covered in blood, but she quickly swallowed and that taste vanished. Now it was just a tough, spongy, rubbery disk of raw flesh. She smiled up at her Goddess, and began chewing. The look in Ms. Donovan's face said she was enjoying watching the snuff bunny munch her own asshole. "Did you have fun cutting it out, my Goddess?" she said, her voice muffled slightly as if she were chew a too large wad of bubble gum.

"You bet, snuff bunny!" the woman said, grinning with pleasure, "You're turning out to be a lot of fun to cut up!"

"She's bleeding!" called Rene`, and Ms. Donovan scampered to the counter again, dropped the corer and mallet on the surface and picked up the spray can. A few moments later, Trish felt the cool spray in the open wound where her asshole used to be. She just smiled, and kept chewing.

"Let's get her turned back over again," said Ms. Donovan as she set the can on the table next to the partially butchered snuff bunny, leaving the cap off. A moment later, Trish felt their hands slide under her again. "Toward you, Rene`." The girl felt herself hoist slightly, then turned over and plopped back down onto the hard, blood-wet surface. She was face up again, continuing to chew her own asshole like candy.

"Wash her up," ordered Ms. Donovan, "then set up an organ tray. I'll get the knives."

While the two women busied themselves just out of her sight, Trish lay still on the table, chewing her asshole and contemplating the way her body looked without limbs. She glanced up at the clock again. Eleven thirty-five.

The blonde snuff bunny heard a sound of running water at the sink as a vessel was being filled. Then it stopped, and Rene appeared holding a translucent gallon jug of water. She poured the water over Trish's body, rinsing away the collected blood and gore. This was much warmer than the bath she's had outside less than an hour ago, and she relished the feel.

Rene` vanished again for a few seconds, and returned with the blood-splotched towel that they had used to wipe their face a few minutes ago. She patted Trish's body dry with it, leaving her largely dry and her skin and tits only faintly streaked with crimson. "Do I get the toy back in my cunt?" she asked.

"No, sorry," said Rene, using the towel to wipe drying gore from her own wobbling titties. "This next part has to be without anything in your cunt, but I can rub your clit for you while Marsha works."

Trish smiled, and swallowed the rubbery morsel in her mouth. "That would be great!" she said, grinning, "Will you pinch and twist it real hard? I want it to be as intense as possible."

"I sure will," said Rene` with a friendly grin, "but don't ask me to pull it off. Marsha likes an intact cunt." Trish smiled and nodded her approval.

Rene` pulled the rack closer to the table now, and pulled out a deep pan on runners, then another, shallower pan above that. A moment later, Ms. Donovan appeared on Trish's right, and lay three long knives on the table. The edges of the silvery blades gleamed and sparkled, indicating they were razor sharp. Rene` stood on the other side of the table, next to the rack which was now pushed up against the table.

The two women looked at each other and giggled like little girls. Then Ms. Donovan looked at Trish's face and chuckled, which made her blood-smeared titties jiggle sweetly. "Now comes the best part!" she said.

"Alright!" said Trish excitedly, "I hope you enjoy it, my Goddess! I think I might enjoy this as well!" She then turned her attention to her own torso to watch the fun as Rene` moved a hand down to the snuff bunny's defenseless cunt and began pinching and pulling the hard, stiff little clit, sending electric thrills sparkling through the young girl's sensitive twat. Already, Trish could feel another powerful cum beginning to warm her throbbing pussy, and she felt her fuckhole gape wide, begging to be invaded by something... anything... but it remained empty and frustrated.

Ms. Donovan picked up a fairly short knife and showed it to her snuff bunny. The girl shuddered in anticipation at the shiny blade, and smiled wide, giggling slightly. Then the woman went to work. She held the blade like a skilled surgeon, and set the edge against Trish's torso at the edge of her rib cage just below the left tit. Rene` picked up the spray can of sealant, and held it ready. Then the blue-eye blonde woman opened her mouth, pressed the edge against the young blonde slut's delicate skin, and drew it across in a straight line from left to right. The hyper-sharp blade easily carved into the skin leaving behind a red line that oozed blood. Rene` quickly sprayed the line, and the bleeding stopped. Ms. Donovan then did it again, along the same line, pressing harder so the blade sliced deep into the skin, penetrating the thin layer of fat. The skin parted slightly, revealing the white fat the quickly became obscured with blood, which was just as quickly stopped when Rene` sprayed it. After another pass, Trish heard a slight squishing noise, and the skin parted a little wider as the knife sheared through the muscle almost into the organs underneath. Blood poured out of the long cut, and was quickly stopped by the spray.

Ms. Donovan then moved down to the area just above the snuff bunny's cunt area, and drew a line from almost the left hipbone to the right. Three quick passes with the sharp knife, and three sprays, and Trish knew that the lower tummy had been cut through as well.

Now, Ms. Donovan moved the knife back up to Trish's breastbone. "Relax, as much as you can, snuff bunny," she commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am," Trish said and nodded, "I'll keep loose." She sighed, and looked at the knife. She still felt immensely excited though, and wished she had something up her cunt. She had to content herself with Rene` vigorous pinching of her clit, but that was good enough for the moment.

Eleven thirty-eight.

Ms. Donovan cut a clean path from the first cut down the snuff bunny's torso, avoiding the belly button, but completing a cut from the upper cross cut to the lower. Rene` sprayed, stopping the blood. Another pass, and another spray, and Trish could tell that a bit of pressure was being released, forcing the second vertical cut to gape wide. "Now we have to be careful," said Ms. Donovan, and she slowly began the final vertical pass. As the knife cut through the last layers of tummy tissue, bluish-pink bulges could be seen pushing up into the open. She sliced quickly down, followed by the spraying can.

The layers of tissue opened wide, and Trish gasped as her internal organs came into view. She trembled with excitement, and wanted to cum, more so because Rene` was pinching her clit with her sharp fingernails. She fought it, though. It was still too soon, and she didn't want to miss a thing!

Ms. Donovan lifted up a flap of the left side of the 'I' cut, and used the knife on the fibrous tendrils connected to Trish's belly button. In a moment, that was completely severed. Ms. Donovan set the knife down, then carefully lifted the edges of both flaps of skin and muscle, and opened Trish's abdomen like a book.

All three of them, Trish especially gasped as the girl's full collection of internal organs came into view. They saw the tangle of her intestines, the bulging stomach, and all three portions of her colon. The organs glimmered and shined in the light. Trish licked her lips. She had never dreamed she would ever look at her own insides with her belly laid open so neatly and quickly, and without pain. It was a beautiful sight... her most intimate and vulnerable parts of her body, exposed and helpless for anyone to enjoy. She shook with a hot, electric need that burned in her pussy. The other two women gazed at the wonderful sight of Trish's naked guts. Rene` began pulling at her own tits while twisting Trish's throbbing clit. Ms. Donovan drooled, her eyes wide as drank in the beauty of the sight, and she panted and shivered.

Trish was most helpless at the heavenly wonders laid open before her eyes. Her pussy screamed for attention, and she shook with burning excitement, making her big teen titties jiggle and wobble merrily and the puddle of guts in her open tummy surge and quiver and almost sparkle. It was too much! Her need scorched her boiling hot pussy, and girl cum leaked in a river from her gaping hole. "Oh, please, Lady Rene`" she begged, "Please pinch my clit and finger my hole, please? I need to cum! It's so beautiful... so wonderful it hurts to see without cumming! Please make me cum! Please? Oh, gawd, I need to cum!"

"Me too!" exclaimed Ms. Donovan, and her hand immediately shot to her pussy and titties, and she began furiously masturbating as she gazed in wonder at the beauty of Trish's exposed, intact guts.

Trish felt Rene` pulled hard on her vibrating clit, digging into it with her fingernails. The redhead used her other hand to slap her own boobs several times back and forth, then slid it down to her twat and began finger-fucking herself as she gazed into the snuff bunny's pool of guts.

Within seconds, all three women came, their bodies convulsing and quaking as they moaned loudly. In unison, their orgasms arrived, and they came all at once, exactly together. They moaned and screamed and gurgled loudly together, their voices combining into a kind of orgy of sweet female voices in the throes of blazing ecstasy. Trish felt her cunt contract, and again the celebrating fuckhole squirted out a thick stream of steamy pale girl juice. Hands squeezed bouncing, shaking tits, rubbed quivering clits, and dived into hot, girl-cum-spewing pussies! They all shared an intense moment of sheer, volcanic pleasure, riding wave after powerful wave of orgasm, an overpowering avalanche of hard, blazing cum after cum and cum.

After a minute or two, the burning waves passed, and all three panted and sobbed with joy. Both Ms. Donovan and Rene` looked shaky and weak, but were clearly high with the afterglow of their common orgasm. All three wept, and smiled, giggled as the last thrills faded and they caught their breath.

"Mmmm... that was incredible!" said Ms. Donovan, breathing hard. Her eyes looked like they were peering into a thick fog.

"Sure was," said Rene` still rubbing her tits and twisting the snuff bunny's clit gently, "I've never experienced anything like it, and we've gutted lots of snuff bunnies."

"Thank you, my Goddess... Lady Rene`," panted Trish grinning widely, "It was wonderful sharing that with you. But look at the time."

They all glanced at the clock.

Eleven forty-five.

"Oh, shit!" said Ms. Donovan, straightening up quickly, "we better get moving!" She motioned for Rene` to bring the deep pan closer, and the redhead pulled it up nearer Trish's open belly. With a moment's hesitation, the snuff bunny's Goddess plunged her bare hands into the blonde teen's gleaming tangle of wet guts. A moment later, she lifted out a huge knot of glistening small intestines, and giggled at Trish playfully. "Look, snuff bunny," she said like a kid at show-and-tell in first grade, "These are YOUR insides... YOUR GUTS!" They all three laughed with playful pleasure as she handed the knot of gleaming bluish-pink tubes to Rene`. The redheaded woman grinned and accepted it. Several of the tubes stretched out straight as she dropped the scoop of girl guts into the tray. Trish smiled, enjoying watching the delight of the two women as they scooped out her insides. They were plainly having great fun gutting their snuff bunny, and the young blonde slut they were gutting glowed with pride to be the source of their playfulness and delight.

As soon as the entire tangle of small intestines lay in the deep pan, Ms. Donovan picked up the knife and severed their connection to Trish's stomach and colon. Trish looked into her open tummy. She already looked considerably more empty.

Ms. Donovan worked quicker now, and lifted out the slug-like tube that was the snuff bunny's colon. It looked dark in a few places, and a bit lumpy. "Are those solid-looking clots inside my colon bits of shit?" she asked.

"Only near the end, near where your asshole was," said the grinning blue-eyed woman. With a couple of quick movements, she severed the colon free from Trish's body. She handed it to Rene' who dropped it thoughtlessly into the deep pan.

Ms. Donovan then lifted up a bulbous sack just under Trish's chest. The snuff bunny felt a tug in the inside of her throat. The sensation vanished as soon as Ms. Donovan used a fresh knife to cut it loose. "That's your stomach, snuff bunny," she said with an evil smile, "No more eating for you."

"I swallowed my asshole," said Trish with a teasing grin, "so it's now in my stomach! How weird! I can see it outlined in the sack."

Ms. Donovan felt the solid knot in the otherwise empty sack. "Yup!" she said, grinning, "That's your asshole, alright!" They all three laughed together as Rene` took the organ and dumped it into the tray.

"We're getting close... only twelve minutes left. We're going to have to double-up," Ms. Donovan told Rene`, and handed the redhead a fresh sharp knife, "you take care of the snuff bunny up top while I carve out these smaller organs. I'll need this..." she reached over Trish's open belly and took the can of spray sealant, "and just leave them inside for a bit until you are finished, okay?"

"Whatever you say, Marsha," said Rene, still smiling as she held the knife. Then she took her finger off Trish's excited clit and smiled at the girl. "Sorry I can't do anything for your cunt for the moment," she apologized as she stepped up behind Trish's head, and hovered over her, "It takes two hands to do this, and I can't barrow yours."

The redhead giggled, and the blonde snuff bunny giggled with her. "That's okay," she said sweetly, "I know what you are going to do. But, in this position, your tits are hanging right in my face!"

Rene` deliberately lowered her chest for a moment and swung her pendulous boob from side to side, slapping the little blonde slut's face with warm titflesh. Trish laughed, enjoying the feel of beautiful big boobies bouncing off her cheeks, and the redhead giggled as well.

"Get to work," said Ms. Donovan firmly but not harshly, "We're running out of time." She took a knife, and began working in the quickly emptying crater of the cute blonde snuff bunny's open abdomen.

"She's right, snuff bunny," said Rene` and lifted her tits a few inches from the girl's face. She held the knife in her right hand, and cupped Trish's left tit with her left hand, pulling it up to the little blonde slut's face. "Say goodbye to it, snuff bunny," she ordered.

Trish smiled, and gently kissed the tender, warm titmeat. "Goodbye, sweet booby," she said, her voice sounding light and playful, "You be good for my Goddess now, like you always have been for me." She looked up at Rene`, and the two exchanged grins.

Rene` then grabbed the girl's tender nipple, and pulled up hard, stretching the sensitive titmeat harshly. Trish watched as the redhead lowered the knife to the underside of the tit, placing it against the base. With a slight sawing motion, Rene` began slicing into the delicate titflesh, carving from side to side. She worked quickly, and the soft, delicate flesh easily gave way to the sharp weapon. The redhead pulled hard on the nipple, and the snuff bunny watched as blood began pouring out of the deepening cut, her eyes wide with excited fascination as she watched Rene` skillfully slash through the soft flesh, half cutting and half tearing the massive mound away from her chest. In a moment, it was done, and Rene' lifted the slashed tit up and away from the snuff bunny's once lovely chest, leaving a gaping, bleeding wound that exposed the bones of her ribs.

Rene` set the knife down, picked up the spray can, and sprayed the wide bleeding wound. The bleeding ceased immediately. Then she took the sliced-off tit to the rack, pulled out a fresh tray, and laid the succulent mound of girl meat lovingly on the tray, nipple up. Trish smiled because it still quivered and jiggled as if it still wanted to entertain and delight someone.

Ms. Donovan picked up the aerosol can and spray into Trish's abdomen. The girl felt a quick flash of coolness in her middle that quickly faded as her Goddess set the can back on the table and continued working, her smile hinting of the fun she was having.

Rene` returned to her place and picked up the knife again. Rene` pulled the young girl's right tit up and said, "Now, this one."

Trish kissed the warm, wobbly mound like a sweet lover. "Goodbye, little titty," she said, "I've always liked the way you bounced so happily for everyone. I hope our Goddess does good things with you." Then she smiled at Rene`.

The redhead, like before, pulled and stretched the warm, fleshy tit by the nipple. Then she put the knife at the base, and began cutting back and forth, slicing it off of the cute teen snuff bunny's body. Seconds later, the last sliver of tender skin gave way, and Trish was completely without tits. A quick spray of sealant, and Rene` set the severed titty on the tray next to its sister, then she gently slid the tray back into the rack, and returned Trish's left side to continue helping the girl's beautiful, blue-eyed, big-titted Goddess. "What are you going to do with my tits?" asked the snuff bunny.

"Oh, they well make great broilers for a cookout," said Ms. Donovan, smiling, but without taking her attention off of her work.

"Mmmm," said Trish, and she licked her lips, "How delicious! I've always liked the way they tasted myself!" Her easy joke made both of the other women laugh, adding to the joy of the moment. The girl then looked at the clock. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed, "There's only six minutes left. Will you make it?"

"Almost there, snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, smiling with delight, then she lifted out an organ that looked like a bloody slug. "Your spleen," she said, and Trish smiled her acknowledgement as the woman tossed the organ into deep tray.

"Are you going to make pate` from my liver," asked Trish, looking at the women over the exposed ribs where her tits used to be.

"Oh, yes!" said Rene', "Girl liver makes great pate`. I have a very good recipe! Your liver will be the last organ we cut out because of the many blood vessels that go to it. You can finish by bleeding out from there."

"I wish I could taste it," whined the snuff bunny.

"Can't have everything," Ms. Donovan said brightly, then lifted out a red, bean-shaped lump, "Your left kidney," she said, and tossed the wobbly organ into the deep tray, which was becoming heavy with the young girl's glistening guts. The woman then took out the next one. "And your right kidney." Smiling, she tossed it into the tray, and in landed in the mound of small intestines with a muddy-sounding 'splat.'

Trish watched, immensely fascinated as her Goddess removed more organs. First came her bladder, then her uterus with the vagina, the snuff bunny's inner pussy, still attached, and then finally the small lumpy ovaries, still connected by the fallopian tubes.

"Okay, we're down to your liver, little snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, "Are you ready?"

"Take it!" said Trish with a loving smile on her face, "It's yours. I just hope it makes delicious pate` for you."

Ms. Donovan smiled, and reached into the cavity again. Rene` put her hands in to help her. Trish could feel something large being lifted, then she felt and heard a number of snips. After a few moments, the redhead lifted out the large, smooth reddish-black liver from inside the snuff bunny's body, pulled out a clean tray from the rack, and laid it in.

"That's it, snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, setting down the knives and smiling at the girl, "We still have two minutes left, about enough time for you to bleed out and leave us. Would you like to see yourself? Now's the time!" Trish nodded eagerly, and the blue-eyed blonde woman reached under the table to take out a long wall mirror that had been protected from blood splatter in its sliding compartment. She and Rene` held it above Trish with their gore-dripping hands.

The snuff bunny looked up into the mirror, and gasped when she saw herself. "Wow!" she said, here eyes wide with amazement, "I look so different. No tits... no arms or legs... belly open like a newspaper and all my guts scooped out, including my cunt! I can see my blood pooling in the bottom of my belly pit around the bones of my spine! It's rather amazing and... well, I think I look quite beautiful! Can I still cum? I have a minute left, it looks like."

Ms. Donovan smiled and lowered the mirror, setting it aside against the wall. "We can try, snuff bunny!" she said.

"I'll work her clit and pussy lips," said Rene` and she scampered around to the young, eviscerated girl's twat, lowered her face to the sweet tender lips, and sucked the clit into her mouth.

"Oh!" piped Trish at the sudden renewed sizzling in her pussy, and she began panting letting the sensations wash over her. "Oh, yes! Yes! Suck my clit, please! Harder! Oh, please chew it! Chew it hard! Make me cum! Oh please, please make me cum!" More fiery needles of pleasure darted through the butchered young girl's remaining body as the redhead began using her teeth, biting and chewing the tiny, stiff nub without mercy. Trish smiled, feeling the pleasure build. She had to hurry, though. Time was quickly running out. It was now less than a minute to midnight.

Ms. Donovan moved up and cradled the pretty teen snuff bunny's head against her warm chest, and lifted her right nipple and placed it in the girl's drooling mouth. Trish sucked it eagerly, desperately, as she struggled to reach a peak.

"Little snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, stroking the girl's blood splattered hair as she suckled, "Cum now for me! I command you to cum! Cum now! Cum hard!"

It was enough. Trish heard the clock begin to chime the hour as the white-hot orgasm flared and blazed in her small, butchered body. Gone were all memories of having tits, or arms and legs, or internal organs, or anything before this moment. Her world shrank to the blazing hot cum that made her remaining muscles spasm and jerk. As the clock chimed, the orgasm burned hotter, brighter, scorching her soul with mind-numbing intensity that continued to grow with each passing moment.

Ms. Donovan listened to the chiming of the clock and the slurping as Rene` ravished the young butchered girl's clit with merciless brutality. She stroked the girl's hair, bent and kissed her forehead. "You were... you ARE... the best snuff bunny ever, little one... the best ever."

Trish heard the words, and tears formed in her eyes. It was true. She had done it. She was the best snuff bunny ever. She continued to cum hard as the world began to fade for her. This was how it should be... her body completely butchered and gutted for the Goddess' pleasure, her cunt being chewed, suckling at her Goddess' sweet titties, and her soul ablaze with the most powerful, full, deep, and perfect cum of her life.

And this cum would last forever... forever... she knew with perfect faith... because her beloved Goddess had given it to her.

Darkness... then nothing.

The snuff bunny fell limp and loose in Ms. Donovan's loving arms as the last chime of the clock rang out and slowly faded.

Epilogue

Ms. Kendal sat in her armchair reading a newspaper, but she wasn't reading it. It had been five days since Trish had left to have her dream of being a snuff bunny. She felt glad for her only remaining daughter, but missed the sweet girl terribly. And yes, she had to admit to herself, she felt a little jealous of the girl.

She remembered the calls she made to Trish's friends, as promised and recalled with delight their wails of envy at the news. Every one of them... EVERY ONE... was both proud of Trish, and hated her for achieving what they all had dreams of, but had never been able to become.

The pretty thirty-three year old woman laughed to herself. She couldn't blame them. Every young girl had a deep longing to surrender themselves so completely to someone... usually someone they didn't know... that the world became only that person. Sometimes it was a group, or even a whole community, but the best situation was always an intimate one.

Not everyone could do it. It took a special kind of girl in the modern world where men and boys were so rare and precious, and the survival of life on the planet, all life, was dependant on the practice of using women as a primary food source. It took work... lots of it... and many long hours of training and study and practice and testing and re-testing. Most important, was for a girl to keep her body soft and tender and full of delights for others to enjoy, which also kept her meat sweet and delicious. It was a good way... the right way... the way that should always have been... for women to exist for sensual delight and to serve as food.

The world and all life on it depended on it women being sources of pleasure and nutrition. There were many ways for a girl to aspire to serve society this way, but without a doubt one of the most popular was as a snuff bunny living her last hours in the joy of absolute surrender and suffering for an utter stranger's entertainment and pleasure. There was no purer aspiration for a young girl, and precious few could achieve it.

Trish was one who did.

As much as she missed her youngest daughter, Ms. Kendal could only feel joy and pride and happiness for her.

The doorbell rang, and she looked up. Who could that be this early in the day?

The local butcher?

No, of course not. She would have been notified.

She sighed, refolded her newspaper and dropped it on the coffee table as she stood up. She smoothed her loose-fitting sundress, and walked barefooted to the door. When she opened it, she saw a pretty young postal maid smiling at her. "Yes?" she said politely.

"Katherine Kendal?" asked the brunette girl, barely twenty years old.

"Yes, I am Katherine Kendal. Do you have something for me." She had a passing fantasy... just for a moment... of being converted to meat for the city's summer slaughter festival.

"Yes, Ma'am. Sign here please." The uniformed girl handed the woman an electronic pad and pressure pen. Ms. Kendal signed her name, and gave it back to the girl, who then produced a green and white envelope from her pouch and put it in her hand. She smiled. "Thank you, Ms. Kendal. Have a nice day." With that, the postal maid turned and headed back to her truck parked in the street.

Katherine closed the door and looked at the envelope. It had her name, written in ink, so she knew it could not be a conversion letter. The only return address was a postal delivery number, meaning the sender wanted to keep the source of the letter confidential until the recipient read it. That could be either good or bad.

She moved into a better angle to get light from the wide pane window, and used one of her long, sharp bright red fingernails to cut the envelope open. With a rustle of paper, she removed the contents and unfolded the pages.

To: Katherine Kendal

(Etc... etc...)

INTIMATE ENTERTAINMENT

A Division of the Women's Punishment Institute

Greetings Ms. Kendal:

Her face brightened, and she felt a joyful warmth flood into her body and soul. It was about Trish! It had to be!

Eagerly, she read the letter.

We are pleased...the success of your daughter, Trish...

Service... superior....

Obedience... perfect score....

Suffering... outstanding...

Entertainment... rare talent....

Intimacy... uniquely competent....

Client satisfaction... 0.1% of subjects... 100 Yr.

Every line she read of the report filled her with new, deeper pride in her daughter, and she wept as she read line after shining line of the praise-heavy report. To be a snuff bunny at all required almost a celestial event, and to be the mother on a snuff bunny that performed this magnificently in her service... the woman could find no expression for her joy. Most magnificent was the client satisfaction score. IE had rated Trish in the top one percent of all subjects in the last one hundred years... an almost mythical achievement.

Ms. Kendal had to stop, find a tissue, and wipe the tears from her eyes. Next to the tissue box on the mantle, she saw Trish's picture from the school picnic a year before. The girl, then a sweet sixteen year old, was completely naked and holding a paper cup of soda in one hand, and a young, tender titty in the other... in the grass under the shade of an oak tree. She looked so precious then... so sweet and innocent and full of joy and enthusiasm for her life... and dreaming of becoming a snuff bunny.

Katherine smiled through her happy tears, and touched the frame of the picture, then ran her fingernails over the image of her daughter, as if caressing her once again.

"Oh, Trish," she said, gazing at the lovely, smiling young blonde girl with the perfect body, happy, bouncy titties, and delicate little pink pussy, "You have made me the happiest, proudest mother in the world."

She composed herself, and continued reading...

.... IE's, and WPI's, most profound thanks...

.... payment in full to your account has been made...

.... Enclosure: Client Letter for K. Kendal...

A client letter?

Katherine lifted the computer-generated report page, and found a hand-written note...

Dear Ms. Kendal,

My name is Marsha Donovan. Last weekend, your daughter Trish came to me as my order from Intimate Entertainment. She was my snuff bunny.

I am very humbled and indebted to you for allowing your wonderful, sweet, and very beautiful daughter to serve my guests and I in my home for a casual, intimate party. You will be pleased to know that she surrendered to us with flawless perfection, joy, and enthusiasm. I am a wealthy woman, and I have had many snuff bunnies over the years. Trish outclassed them all. Her obedience and willingness to suffer the harshest burdens for our amusement has left me rather spoiled for anything less. My guests still glow with satisfaction when the talk about her, which they will likely do for some time. We used her in a public display of suffering and humiliation in downtown Dolcettville, a small town about twenty miles from my country estate. Her joyous display of obedience and surrender left the entire town in awe.

Later, in private with myself and my intimate companion Rene`, she gave us a show of suffering and shame and delightful playfulness that left us in tears, not to mention weary to our bones with orgasm after orgasm for several hours. When we at last had to claim her last gifts, she accepted her obligation with joy, compassion for our needs, and an enchanting playfulness that made that last hour a shining and memory-filled moment for Rene` and I.

She said she was the lucky one, and I am convinced she truly felt that way. But the truth is she changed the way I look at everyone around me. For those few hours, she gave delight and affection, with a magnificent display of shame and suffering, for our amusement, that has left us all in awe and feeling a bit humble to have been privileged to witness it.

You should be proud of Trish, Ms. Kendal. As a snuff bunny, I believe she had no equal in the world. Her body was perfect. Her joy was perfect. Her suffering and shame were perfect, and the memory of her playful smile as she bore the my cruelest torments with unrelenting eagerness and enthusiasm... all these things I will treasure forever in my heart. I've paid many times more for snuff bunnies that gave me vastly less. Trish would have been a bargain to anyone at one hundred times the price.

I would like to invite you to my estate sometime this next week to allow us to share with you a bit of Trish's last gifts and to discuss your daughter's absolutely perfect performance. My companion Rene` has made an excellent pate`, which we are certain you will enjoy. My telephone number is on the back of this page. Call me anytime. I will send a limousine for you at your pleasure. It would be my humble, undeservable honor to have you in my home as my guest and friend.

My deepest gratitude and admiration to you...

Marsha Donovan (but just call me Marsha...)

Katherine folded the letter, her heart overflowing with pride and satisfaction she could scarcely have imagined when she was a teen girl dreaming of being a snuff bunny. She looked once again at the picture, and her love for Trish glowed again in her heart. All the world's imperfections melted away, and she felt at last a nearly perfect contentment.

Nearly perfect... but not quite.

There would always be in her, especially now, a disappointment that she had never been a snuff bunny herself. Like everyone else, she felt a twinge of envy knowing Trish made it and she had not. It should have happened for her. It might have happened.

It could still happen... couldn't it?

Why not?

There was nothing in the law to prevent it. Any girl or woman could become a snuff bunny, if they felt sufficiently motivated and worked as hard as Trish had for that dream. She had a soft, curvy body without any hint of a blemish anywhere. Her tits were certainly big enough, and she had nothing but time now with the money from Trish's fee. It just would take work and study and a great deal of practice and commitment.

It could be done!

"I could do it," she thought, "I really believe I could!"

She smiled wickedly to herself, climbed the stairs and stepped quickly into her study. She sat at her desk, opened the drawer, and removed a long saved sheet of paper...

"You, too, can be a SNUFF BUNNY!"

WPI – Intimate Entertainment

Application For Consideration And Selection

She smiled as she lay the page out flat, and reached for a pen.