Helen felt nervous as her husband led her down the pavement towards the Taxidermy shop. He’d been threatening to trade her in for a younger girl for years now, and she was very quickly realising that he’d finally made the decision to do so. She wondered which of his mistresses was going to be the lucky one to tie the knot with him after she was dead. It didn’t seem quite real to her, yet here they were, approaching Riraito’s Taxidermy Shoppe on Main street.

Her Hans was a skilled, if strict lover, and whoever ended up taking her place was certainly going to be well taken care of. He had just spent the entire morning with her in his den giving her a last good fucking before she got snuffed today. He was such a generous master. She’d spent the day, so far, in an almost continuous series of orgasms, which had finished with him creampieing her four times in a row. As far as she was concerned, if you had to go out, that was the way to do it.

He pulled on Helen’s collar roughly, forcing her to keep up with his pace. She trotted along obediently as they approached the glossy shopfront. Her naked ass, sore from his earlier ministrations, jiggled under her skimpy slavegirl miniskirt. Helen looked into the display window at the taxidermied girl’s bodies. Every now and then, as she was doing her weekly grocery shopping for her husband, she would spy some women she knew on display there. Today, she knew three of the girls on display.

Mary Sutcliffe was a housewife from the same street that Helen and her husband lived on. She was what the teenage boys these days called a MILF. It was an appropriate moniker, because boy did she love fucking. There wasn’t a boy living in the neighbourhood that hadn't gotten his dick wet in that motherly pussy. She guessed Mr Sutcliffe had decided not to let her continue to squirt out more kids that probably weren’t conceived by him.

Mary was the kind of vain woman that had herself meatgraded three times a year, and spent more time riding young neighbourhood teenager’s cocks, than doing household chores. Helen didn’t understand how a woman could cheat like that on her husband. She couldn’t bear to have anyone else’s cocks in her other than her husband’s. After all, absolute obedience to her man was her avowed duty.

Helen admired Mary’s rotund buttocks pushed up against the round opening in the display window, designed to grant access to her pussy and asshole. Even in death, Mary was a public access slut. Thick wads of sperm dripped from her hairy, taxidermied vagina from all the men who’d wanted to try, but didn't seem to want to buy. In the end though, she’d undoubtedly sell. Mary’s fat ass always did keep all the boys coming back for more.

As her eyes wandered past Mary’s sexualised form, they came to rest on another familiar face. Helen knew Tina Palmer from when she went swimming on Thursdays at the indoor pool. They didn’t really socialise outside of the swimming pool, but Helen still knew who she was. Tina was a very athletic young girl, always so full of life. Now, her glazed eyes reflected none of that previous vigor. Her teenage body was posed suggestively, with her legs spread wide, revealing a shapely pussy. Helen had to admit to herself that Tina’s taxidermy was very attractive, and that she too would soon have a buyer.

The last time Helen had talked to Tina, about a month ago, she’d been asking for advice about asking out the cute boy she liked from her swim team. Her enticement poster mentioned a recent boyfriend, Helen noticed. So she plucked up the courage after all. Helen's thoughts were maudlin. At least Tina had gotten a few weeks of fantastic young lover sex before she got snuffed. Helen sighed as she remembered how her relationship with her husband had been when they were first dating. They’d fucked everywhere they could, and on every surface in the house. It was so romantic at first, then the rugburns on their knees got pretty bad, and they’d had to settle down a little.

Furthest to the right was the last girl that Helen knew. It was her friend, Patrica’s oldest kid, Faith. She’d always been such a handful for Pat. She was always complaining how Faith wasn’t cleaning her room when asked, or playing outside in the dirt with her tomboy friends, and tracking mud back through the house. Pat had always threatened to have her husband send Faith to the taxidermist the next time she pulled off one of her little stunts. Helen guessed the little brat had pushed her luck one too many times, and her parents had finally gone through with it.

Her snuffed preteen body was posed in a diminutive and servile position, suggesting youthful nervousness, while insinuating a hidden sluttiness. It was an odd look for the kid. Helen remembered how wild and untamed she’d been in life. She could barely imagine that little ruffian striking this submissive pose of her own accord.

Faith’s puffy mons pubis hid her labial folds, and her breasts were barely budding. She was too young to have even started to think about sex. Helen was sure that Pat’s girl had died a virgin. Helen felt sadness at the wasted young life. She was glad all of her girls had grown to puberty, and at least gotten to enjoy sex before they died.
Why did they snuff them so young these days? Helen didn’t see what was so great about that tiny slit or washboard titties. Her Hans wouldn't even get hard looking at a little girl like that.

Helen felt a spike of nervousness creep through her. Seeing all these girls she knew, dead, was giving her pause. Her feet felt leaden and refused to move for her. She didn’t know if she really wanted to be snuffed. Maybe if she begged Hans, he’d have mercy on her, and let her live?

Her husband yanked on her chain again, and Helen was jostled out of her dark review. The pastel pink choker led her through the front doors of the Taxidermy shop, just as some window shoppers stopped by to check out the taxidermied girls in the windows. No, she’d have to go through with it. It was her purpose in life. She existed solely for Hans’ entertainment, and it was his right to snuff her whenever he pleased.

It felt weird to Helen that in only a few hours time, she herself would be a taxidermy on display. Of course, she wasn’t going to be a window display in some shop. Her man had a place all picked out in his den for her, right beside his other two ex-wives. She’d be his third trophy wife. Somehow she’d thought that maybe she was going to be different, that she’d satisfy her man in perpetuity.. but no, at the first sign of a wrinkle on her brow, he’d packed her in for a new girlfriend just like his other wives before Helen.

She was disappointed that she couldn’t provide more use to her husband than as a trophy of his past conquests, but she understood the role she was supposed to take as a good obedient wife. Her body was his to use however he saw fit. It was in their wedding vows and everything. Her only consolation was that he’d be looking at her body when he masturbated from now on.

Hans thanked the taxidermy staff as they guided Helen up to her skinning rack. She shivered in the air conditioned lobby, as they bound her to the rack, and stripped her flimsy garments from her lithe body. Helen panted audibly in anticipation. She was so scared of what was about to be done to her. Yet at the same time, she could hardly wait to serve her man with her death. It was the ultimate sign of her submission, and this her love for him.

Helen was sopping wet as the filleting knife strung along the long line of her spinal column. Her pained screams joined the chorus of girls getting skinned alive. She squirmed and bleated as she was extracted from her own skin by expert hands. Helen lived long enough to see her own skin being treated on a stretching rack. Her own body was a wrecked slab of red meat, ready to be cut into pieces. She felt a sense of peace as life fled from her body. Everything was as it should be.

An hour later, Hans walked out of the store with a life size taxidermy of his former wife, Helen, in tow. She looked stunning, and would make for an excellent addition to his den. Hans would be sure to ring his new receptionist and invite her round to his bachelor pad for dinner and drinks tonight. He’d even get to show off his brand new taxidermy statue to her. If all went as planned, they’d be fucking each other on the den rug in front of the fireplace that night.