Here's Chapter 2 (of 2) Epilogue will follow.

Ruki at the Snuff Club: Chapter 2
(Digimon, peril, exhib, posing, public, gun, eventual snuff)

The Hunter's workshop was sort of creepy, Ruki thought to herself as she stepped inside. The whole room was paneled in dark wood, and there were taxidermy projects placed on shelves or benches or even in the corners of the room. Ruki could see a Wolf's head missing some teeth, and a bear's head with an eye missing, but that wasn't what drew her eyes. On the far side of the room, were two women, well, they were women once, now they were stuffed displays. One was a girl's torso, limbless and headless, with breasts as large as Ruki's own head. A clear plastic rod, or maybe it was resin? Ran into her pussy, spreading it around its girth. The girl's limbs were on the shelf behind her, as well as her head. She looked young, though obviously older than Ruki, and had pink hair with stars in it. A college co-ed maybe? Ruki wasn't sure.

The other display was a woman with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked to be in her late 20s, and her skin was a light brown that made it hard to tell her ethnicity. This woman was mostly intact, she was bent over with her pussy gaping and pointed straight towards Ruki. One hand was on a knee, and she was looking back at Ruki from beside her legs with her glass eyes. Her other hand was in front of her mouth, and despite missing some fingers, the older woman was clearly blowing Ruki a kiss. The fingers weren't the only damage though, A patch on the brown woman's shoulder was rough, and she was covered in dust.

“See something you like?” the hunter asked. “You may examine them if you wish.”

Ruki wandered over to the dismantled girl first. The rod was set in a wooden base that said “Mimi” and nothing else. She could see through the holes in her shoulders that Mimi's frame was supported by a metal skeleton filled with some sort of gel.

“You can touch if you wish. No need to be shy. I'm especially proud of her.” The hunter continued. “I brought her in to replace the clay and Sawdust I had used with ballistics gel. She came out rather nicely I think. You can feel how soft she is now.”

Ruki reached forward and felt Mimi's tits, they were cold, and firm, but they had definite give to them, and they still jiggled slightly from where she had poked them.

“If you agree, I'll be using the same method on you.” The hunter added sending a thrill through Ruki's body.

“maybe...” Ruki admitted, involuntarily as she moved to the other display. The brass plaque at the base was tarnished, and Ruki could only read a bit of the display's title, “Mih-” but what the girl's name was wasn't important to her, not compared to what she was now.

The girl was covered in dust, Ruki realized as she bent down to look into her gaping pussy. Ruki couldn't help but notice it was also dusty.

“One of the clubgoers' guests broke off a few of her fingers as souvenirs, then there's also that rough patch on her. I can't get her fixed until we snuff another girl with her complexion since I want the hide to match, so she's been here a while.”

Ruki's body trembled at the thought of that happening to her. Being on display, naked, in front of everyone, The hunter's gun shoved in and out of her every day until one day someone just breaks off a piece of her to take home? Being seen as nothing more than a trophy or a piece of furniture, her young pussy being filled constantly... Even if she was no longer around to experience it, Ruki couldn't help but admit that the idea appealed to her.

Taking a big breath in, Ruki blew into the stuffed girl's gaping cunt, blowing away the accumulated dust. The pink girl leather interior was weathered and worn by constant use. But Ruki could look all the way inside now.

“Is that? Oh wow, I can see her cervix!” Ruki announced, awed. The ring of flesh was tightly shut. “Is her womb still in there too?”

“No,” the hunter admitted, “I had that part removed. Had it made into a set of gloves for my wife.” Ruki's eyes widened, she hadn't thought that the hunter had a wife, briefly, Ruki wondered what she'd think when she saw what the hunter had done to her. Ruki never noticed that she'd already started thinking about her upcoming fate as an inevitability. 

“If you're wondering why her pussy's so worn, we used to use her as a greeting statue in the entry hall; her cunt was used to collect donations. Now, didn't you want to see how I'd make you into my gun rack?”

Ruki turned to the hunter, now noticing the various tools of taxidermy scattered about the room. Tools that he'd be using on her, if she let him. Ruki nodded, a bit nervously, her pussy moist from the notion of him using her, and growing damper by the second.

“Climb up here,” The hunter gestured to his desk “and we'll go through a few poses first. I'm going to examine you in a bit more detail.”

Ruki climbed up on the desk, There were a few tools here and there, a scalpel, calipers, even a speculum. The hunter pushed the tools to the side leaving a clear area in front of him. Ruki crawled over on her hands and knees and knelt before him for inspection.

“Hmmm... yes.” He said looking her over once more. “I really do think you'll do nicely,” the hunter continued, running a finger from the nape of her neck until it traced a circle around one of her soft pink nipples. I have a few ideas for what would work, but I bet you've thought of some yourself as well haven't you?” The hunter asked.

Ruki nodded, full of nervous energy. Ever since she'd entered the room she'd felt like she'd been losing control. Now, Ruki realized how much she enjoyed it. She could feel her pulse pounding and her pussy heating up as the Hunter asked her to pose for him.

“Remember, we'll be using you as a gunrack, so make sure your pussy is accessible,” the Hunter admonished.

Ruki pushed up with her hands and pulled her legs out from under her, splaying them wid eto expose her puffy young pussy. Gently, she settled herself down into a sitting position and adjusted her legs so that one was bent with her knee facing the ceiling and the sole of her foot on the desk, and the other leg was similarly bent, but so that the outside of her leg was touching the desk, he knee pointed at the door and the bottom of her foot pointed towards her other foot. The pose deliberately spread her pussy enticingly, and the hunter reached forwards to examine her.

“Hmmm...” The Hunter muttered, as he ran his fingers over her Labia “You'll definitely make an excellent display with lips like these. You're a virgin aren't you?”

“Yeah.” Ruki admitted, a bit embarrassed. “Except for your gun I mean.” She blushed as the hunter absently fiddled with her flushed lower lips as he looked them over.

“You'll stay a virgin once you're stuffed you know. My gun will be the only thing your pussy will ever feel.” The hunter smiled, “That excites you, doesn't it?”

Ruki nodded. There was no point in lying, the hunter could probably feel her pulse just by touching her lower lips, her heart was pounding so quickly.

“Good,” the hunter smiled. “This pose is no good though. It's very enticing, but you'd never fit my gun like this. Let's try another pose.” The hunter looked her over. “Why don't you start by laying back on the desk and we'll go from there?”

“Okay,” Ruki agreed. She was rapidly losing control of the situation, but she was so turned on that she had almost stopped caring. Her lower legs hung off the edge of the desk, her back pressed against the cool mahogany. The hunter gently spread her knees apart revealing her pussy once more. 

“Beautiful,” the Hunter stated as he looked at Ruki's puffy lower lips. “You're definitely the right choice,” he continued, drawing an excited shudder from Ruki as he stroked the entrance to her young cunt.

“Could you, could you show me what you'll do?” Ruki asked. She wanted more, the hunter's teasing just wasn't enough. She wanted to know more, to learn what would be done to her... “If, if I agree I mean.”

“I don't see why not.” the hunter stood up and walked over to the work bench, picking up a clear plastic tool of some sort. As the hunter returned to view, Ruki could see that the device was actually a specialized speculum.

“First, I'd take this and measure you. A formality of course, I already know my hunting rifle will fit you, but it's important anyway to make sure that we don't end up tearing your pussy apart if we ever use you to hold a different gun.”

Ruki's imagination sparked at the hunter's words, her mind envisioning her pussy straining under the girth of a large shotgun until it finally tore apart, slowly ripping along the path of the barrel. The hunter sewing up the rip to 'fix' her, not wanting his prize to look damaged.

So immersed was Ruki in her fantasy that she almost didn't notice the Hunter spreading her lower lips in anticipation of the speculum. Ruki was shocked back to awareness as the hunter forced the cold metal inside her. For a second, Ruki, still hazy from her erotic daydream, could almost imagine that the hunter was using his gun once more. The chill against her clit and the smooth body of the speculum sliding into her most private of places... Ruki shivered expectantly.

“That's why... I need to see just how far you can stretch.” The hunter explained as he started turning the knob that spread the speculum open. This was where the differences between this speculum and a typical medical speculum made themselves apparent. Unlike a typical speculum's two spreading pieces, this speculum had four; the typical two at the top and bottom, and one more for each side.

The speculum had slid somewhat easily into Ruki, helped equally by it's smooth form and by her earlier exercise, but that swiftly changed as the hunter turned the aperture screw.

Ruki winced in pain as her pussy was forcefully spread apart. The combination of the cold metal and the cool air let into her inner passage as it stretched her open had Ruki shivering heavily. This wasn't helped by the growing strain that the spreading was placing on her cunt.

“Urhhh...” Ruki let out a pained grunt as the hunter relentlessly screwed her pussy open. She felt like she was breaking, like she was being ripped apart from her cunt on out.

“4 inches, better stop there.” The hunter stated as he eyeballed Ruki's gaping cunt and stared at the clear path all the way into her Cervix. “You know, I've never stuffed a girl as young as you before, but most girls I can get 5 or six inches out of before they start to break. “ he added, running his fingers gently over Ruki's puffy lower lips as he spoke.

“Still...” The hunter added, flicking Ruki's excited little nub as his fingers passed over it. “This pose isn't going to work. Scoot back and get your feet back on the desk. Lets see if you'd look better thrusting your hips up in the air.”

Ruki struggled to comply with the order. The speculum holding her most private of parts open hampered her movement. Each inch she shifted left her feeling like she was stretched even farther beyond what she could stand. Ruki could see the Hunter, watching as she squirmed and slowly lifted her hips up into the air, leaving her braced entirely on her feet and upped back. He didn't make a single move to help her, but somehow, that just made her straining cunt ache with desire. He wasn't treating her like a person anymore. She was ordered about like an animal at best, but the way she watched her as he examined her body, judging each pose, it wasn't a man admiring a young girl, it was like a collector admiring a piece of art and figuring out if they wanted to buy it. She liked it.
“Hmmm... Open your mouth.” The hunter said, walking around the desk to examine Ruki from all angles.
Ruki followed the Hunter's instructions, trembling slightly as the hunter examined her teeth and jaw as if buying a new horse. The speculum was still inside her, spreading her open to the room, and Ruki could almost imagine the half-finished pink-haired girl gazing at her fresh young pussy in admiration. The thought of being on display, of being judged like a thing or a trophy rather than a person was making Ruki noticeably wet, and she could feel the slowly-warming metal of the speculum becoming slick with her juices.

"Your teeth are perfect. You'll make a wonderful trophy," the hunter stated frankly, "if you agree, of course," he added as an after thought. "But I'm not sure about this pose..." he admitted. "After all, seeing that gorgeous butt of yours in those tight jeans was what drew me to see if you'd work as a gun stand in the first place. It would be a terrible shame to pose you in a way that doesn't show it off."

Ruki blushed slightly as the hunter praised her butt. It wasn't just beinh praised that did it, it was the way he praised her; as a trophy, a thing to be used and admired. Despite her best judgement, Ruki found herself wanting that, wanting to be this man's trophy.

"Turn over," the hunter ordered, "I think I know a much better pose for you."

Slowly Ruki obeyed the man's order. It wasn't reluctance or fear robbing her of speed. Rather, the speculum stretching her young pussy to the breaking point made moving at all incredibly awkward. Ruki could feel it inside her, pushing and pulling against her most delicate parts as she rolled onto her chest, her knees folded beneath her belly as they rested on the wooden desk.

"Much better," the hunter observed as he tugged on the opened speculum inside her, "but not yet perfect," the hunter continued. "This pose only really works if I keep you on my desk, and even then only for a pistol... something small." He finished.

Ruki couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment at the thought that her body wouldn't be used to hold the hunter's magnificently thick rifle. Still, the thought of being a desk ornament, her naked body the first thing that caught your eyes as you walked into the office... the idea certainly appealed to her.

Ruki was so distracted by the thought that she almost missed it when the hunter grabbed hold of her young ass with both hands and began to lift it into the air.

"No, I think I'll pose you like this instead," the hunter stated as he firmly manuevered Ruki into position. Ruki was still laying on her chest, knees bent below her, but her young ass was now pointed at the sky, her cunt facing upward at a bit over a forty-five degree angle. With Ruki's arms pointed forward, the pose made it look like she was supplicating herself while simultaneously offering her young cunt for sex.

"Much better," the hunter stated, admiring his work. "This way, I can put you on the ground and use you to hold my rifle like an umbrella stand."

Ruki's cunt clenched at the image the hunter's words painted for her. Her lifeless body being used as nothing more than a fancy hole to store the hunter's weapon... that image was what had drawn her into the hunter's office in the first place.

"Now... now what?" Ruki asked, her voice trembling with arousal.

"Well," the hunter aknowledged, "nothing," the hunter paused. "Now that I've figured out the proper pose to keep you in, the only thing left to do is to gut and stuff you, and I can't do that without your permission," the hunter admitted. "You're free to leave if you want, unless you want to continue?" The huntr asked hopefully.

He was letting her go? Ruki had never been more turned on in her life and now it was going to end, just like that?

"Maybe..." Ruki paused, "maybe you could just tell me how you'd do it?" Ruki pleaded. "I'm not... not for real I mean, just... just tell me what you'd do to me if I did agree," Ruki begged.

"Well, if you insist," the hunter smiled at Ruki's eagerness. "As I said, in order to make you into a gun-rack I'll have to gut you next, in a way that doesn't leave any visible wounds to ruin my prize."

"And... how, how exactly would you do that?" Ruki asked, her heart fluttering with nervous excitement.

"Well," the hunter began, "first I'll take you to one of the tables outside and stray you to it. That way you won't be able to struggle too much when I start to work on you," he admitted.

"With your wrists and and ankles tied down, and a belt keeping your hips still, it will be a lot easier to use a scalpel to open you up right... here," the hunter explained, tracing a line from the bottom of Ruki's ribs up her contorted body all the way to the top of her pubic mound.

Ruki shivered at his touch. The hunter's finger was cold, and for a moment Ruki imagined that it really was the scalpel, cutting her open as she struggled helplessly, strapped to a metal table.

The hunter noticed the way the girl's pussy clenched around the speculum, but said nothing of it, continuing his explanation instead. "Once you've been opened up it'll be time to empty you out," he explained, "first I'll cut out your guts, the stomach and intestines, since they tend to make a mess. Then I'll take your womb, sometimes I leave that in, but if I want you to be useful I have to make room for my gun and I can't have your womb getting in the way. It's not like you'll be using it anyway once we're done with you," the hunter smiled at his joke. "You'll probably survive for a while, at least until then, but since I need to clear your whole chest cavity you'll definitely die at some point during this process. I'll leave your lungs and heart for last, but I doubt you'll be around to see it."

Ruki's cunt felt like a furnace, she could feel the heat flowing out, waves of arousal spiking at the matter-of-fact way he talked about killing her, about taking her womb and clearing her out to make space for his gun. "And... and then what?" She asked, desperate to know more.

"After that?" The hunter asked. "After that I'll take your arms and legs off. Here..." the junter traced Ruki's shoulder joint, "and here." He continued tracing a line around the upper middle of one of Ruki's thighs. "They'll be much easier to stuff and preserve if they're not attached," the hunter smiled.

Ruki couldn't shake the image in her mind of her as a lifeless, empty torso, staring vacantly in death just waiting to be filled. Despite herself a tiny moan escaped her lips.

"And what about the bits you... ungh... the bits you take from me?" Ruki asked, squeezing the speculum in her arousal.

"Your womb you mean?" The hunter asked. "Or the other organs?"

"Both," Ruki panted. "Either."

"Waste. I have my trophy, I don't need the rest of you," he paused. "I had planned to have it all made into dog food," the hunter admitted, "but I suppose I could turn your womb into another pair of gloves for my wife, like I did to the greeting statue over there."

The hunter paused, "would you like that?" He asked curiously, "my wife did. It was actually one of the few times I've gotten her to come to the club. She had to see the girl her new gloves were made from," the hunter reminisced.

Ruki wondered whether the hunter even remembered what the dark-skinned girl who'd died to create the greeting statue's name was. Maybe he'd forget her too? Ruki quivered eagerly at the thought. She really would be just a fancy gun-rack then, wouldn't she...

"Yes," Ruki answered the hunter's last question. "I... I'd like it a lot," she panted, "if you made your wife a new pair of gloves from my.. auh! My womb," Ruki agreed, her pussy sopping at the thought of a woman she'd never met wearing such an intimate part of her.

"Of course, to do that, I'd need your permission to snuff you in the first place..." the hunter added.

"Yes!" Ruki came cumming like a river around the speculum spreading her open. "Do it!" Ruki urged, her lust filling her thoughts to the point where she didn't care anymore. She wanted it! She wanted to be strapped down and snuffed, she wanted to be used, displayed, naked, until a careless accident destroyed her or the hunter found another girl to replace her. "Snuff me! Stuff me! I want to be your gun-rack!"

"I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that," the hunter admitted. "You'll make a fantastic gun-rack."