Epilogue: Ruki on Display
(Snuff, Itemization, Body-mod, stuffing, incest?)

The hunter's new gun rack was a big success. He got compliments on it constantly, and even a few other guests who wanted to commission a piece from him. He'd refused so far. The hunter liked to stalk his prey, to take them down himself even if it was just getting them to agree to let him snuff them against their better judgement. The thrill of the hunt, of finding the perfect prey abd playing with them until it was time to bring them down, that was what hunting was about. The pretty slaves that the other club members wanted turned into trophies weren't anywhere near as fun to play with; so he didn't.

His latest prize, what was her name again? The hunter looked down at the plaque he'd installed on the wooden stand he'd mounted her on. Ah, yes! Ruki. She was a girl worth hunting.

Ruki was stuffed and mounted now in a pose very similar to the last one she'd posed in while still alive; on her chest, her lovely young ass and cunt pointed in the air, with her knees bracing her shoulder length apart.

Her arms were in a different place, where before they'd been stretched out before her in supplication, not they were positioned underneath her, making it look like she was a dead animal trophy instead of a girl eager for sex. The hunter had also put her shoes and socks back on after preserving her, since he felt the red high tops brought out her natural tomboyish nature. As a final touch, the hunter had also strapped a holster for a combat knife around the former girl's left thigh.

The black stitches down Ruki's belly and around her limbs where he'd made his incisions were temporary, he'd replace them later with a clearer thread, maybe fishing line. But the visible stitches would work well for the upcoming photo-shoot.

Of course, all his hard work would be for nothing if his new gun rack tipped over every time he tried to use it. That's why keeping Ruki's arms and legs in place were six bolts, each riveted though her body and into the mahogany stand below her; one through each of her shouders, one through each wrist and a final pair through the former girl's calves. The brass rivets gave the stand an almost antique look that leant the whole thing a degree of class.

The hunter knew from experience that despite the expensive soaking and treatment, the former girl's skin was smooth and cool to the touch, and the ballistic gel that he'd filled her body with in lieu of stuffing kept her body soft and pliable.

The hunter smiled as he remembered the task of creating his latest work; the way Ruki squirmed eagerly at his touch, and the way she moaned as he played with her body one last time after strapping her in to snuff her. She'd been a delight. Eager and willing even as he took her apart.

When she'd gone to tell her mother her choice before he'd strapped her in, the hunter had thought she'd gotten away. Learning that under the club rules she was in charge of her mother instead of the other way around had been an incredible surprise, and a stroke of luck as well. The hunter certainly hadn't expected the photographers accompanying the girl's mother to want to document his work, and he hadn't expected the woman's agent to ask her to pose with her daughter periodically as he took the girl apart.

He certainly didn't mind handing over the scalpel to Ruki's mom so that they could get a few photographs, so long as she didn't try to do any actual cutting, and her daughter definitely enjoyed the attention. He'd have to see about getting a copy of the photo set himself, once it was completed.

Which of course brought him back to the present. Now that his new gun-rack was finally finished, Ruki's mother had come back to finish the photo shoot.

The woman was completely naked, save for a belt with a holster on either side of it. And she was now approaching him after a talk with his wife who had come to see the girl who had given up her womb to make her new gloves.

"I see you've met my wife," the hunter stated as his new gun-rack's mother stopped in front of him.

"Oh, she's your wife? I was just admiring her new gloves, they're much softer than I expected. Very supple and comfortable. She let me try them on but just smiled at me when I asked what they were made from and where I could find a pair for myself," Ruki's mom paused. "I don't suppose you know where she got them?"

"Of course," the hunter agreed, "I gave them to her. I made them myself actually. I could make you a pair if you could provide the raw materials."

Ruki's mother's eyes grew slightly guarded, but she asked anyway. "And, what did you make your wife's out of?"

"Your daughter," the hunter answered. "Her womb to be precise. I'm surprised you didn't recognize the texture, since that photographer had you pose while handling it for several pictures," the hunter paused. "You don't happen to have another daughter do you? The first one turned out delightfully, and I wouldn't mind stuffing her sister if she has one. Obviously I can't take your womb if you want to be alive to use the gloves, I'm a hunter, not a surgeon."

The woman's face looked strained, though whether that was from the reminder of her last photo shoot, from knowing she'd worn her own daughter's womb and enjoyed it, his offer to snuff any other daughted she might have, or just the reminder of what he had done to Ruki, the hunter couldn't say.

"Unfortunately, Ruki was an only child," the woman stated, trying as best she could not to let her displeasure show.

"That's a shame," the hunter replied. "Well if you ever have any more, I'll keep my offer open, but it looks like your photographer is trying to get your attention to start your shoot."

The hunter stared, admiring the woman's ass as she stalked away. It was the same ass that had drawn him to her daughter, just more... mature.

The hunter watched as Ruki's mother began to pose with her daughter's naked body, playing with the gun he'd left (unloaded of course) inside the girl's now permanently gaping cunt, and putting her bare foot atop the stuffed redhead's back like an conquering hunter with her prize. The hunter especially liked the way the pose opened up the mother's own pussy to the camera's eager view.

Yes, the hunter decided. He definitely needed a copy of this photo set. And maybe he might be able to get his hands on the mother as well. It wouldn't be easy to convince her, but that was all part of the thrill of the hunt.