A continuation to 'Melissa Wants To Move Up in The World'. This story is my most polished and probably the longest I've done. It has two alternative endings, which are equally canon as far as I'm concerned. I will also post at the end of the story, links to the girls I modeled the characters after.

Then and now. Snuff Bunnies doing their job.

(M/f, f/f sex, slashing, tit and cunt shooting/mutilation, boxing)

"Liquor? Vodka? Whiskey? Red wine perhaps...?" inquired Ivan, as he browsed through his cabinet of fine alcohol in his office.

"What sort of liquor ?" asked the stunningly cute latina brunette, Sasha as she mingled with Laura on the coach across from Ivan's desk.
They were both dressed in the Snuff Bunny uniform - a very sexy red lingerie set composed of stockings and a garter string that extends a pair of panties made of a very thin fabric, that barely masks their gorgeous pussies. Their breasts are almost fully exposed as the bra is basically a hollow rectangular mesh that allows their splendid nipples to poke through and attract male and female attention alike.

"Sweet cherry. Shall I pour?" answered Ivan, handing them two glasses.

"Ohhh, but please." murmurs the blonde, Laura, extending her glass, as her other hand twirls her long and delicate hair - tips sprayed in black. It's clear that she's in heat and is anticipating her upcoming execution.

Ivan poured them both some of the beverage and left the bottle between Sasha’s coiled legs. He strode to his desk, unpacked a carton of Cuban cigars and leaned back in his chair. He smoked and gazed at the two sexy Snuff Bunnies as they pleased themselves on his coach.

"I see you're enjoying yourselves. Why don't I tell you how I ended up in my position...about my interview."

"It involves the painful death of a sexy gal, right? That'd be quite the turn on." says Laura almost moaning.

"Five years ago I was merely a bouncer at the club. My job was to keep rowdy clients out and Bunnies inside. The first part was rather boring and unsatisfactory and the second part really happened all too rarely. Well, it was in one of those days when I had to perform my second duty that my chance at an interview arose. There was this very cute redhead Pleasure Bunny dancing at a table with some very important clients. She jiggled her ass a bit too provocatively at the men at the table and one of them couldn't help himself. He stuck a knife with a huge blade right in her steaming hot pussy, dicing her clit. She cried out in horrible pain as blood gushed out of her sex. Panicked, she went mad and ran towards the door, fearing that she'll get killed. Silly twat didn't know she was signing her death warrant that way. Pleasure Bunnies aren't usually available for snuff, but she violated her contract by fleeing the customer's table."

"So what did you do ?" interrupted Laura, fondling her big and juicy tear shaped tits.

"As she was about to open the doors and bust out of the club, I grabbed the little morsel by her slender neck. I lifter her up on her tiptoes and started tightening my iron grip, toying with her as she pleaded with all her being to be allowed to live. I dragged that damaged cunt by her neck, back to the table of the infuriated patrons, all the while she still had the knife, buried to the hilt between her meat flaps. 'What shall I do with her?' I asked them, presenting the trembling redheaded bunny, her neck locked by my grip. 'Just hold her like that'. Said a tall dark haired man in a bleu suit as he drew the knife from her pussy, letting blood. I restrained her hands as I knew what was about to happen. The man fondled her flesh for a few seconds then mercilessly plunged the blade in her chest, right through her left tit. She started squirming like a dying vermin, but my grip was adamant, she couldn't do more than flail and cry out in pain. The man drew the blade then took another stab, in her other side. He was just getting warmed up at that point. He stabbed her chest again and again and again until her tits were flayed and she had clearly passed out, her head slumping forward. Being done with his onslaught he lifted her chin up to look at her beady dead eyes then stuck the knife in the side of her head. 'Amazing job sir, you're barely stained in this cocksleeve's blood' I pointed out. 'You also did a good job restraining her. I'll talk with Nisroth and maybe you'll be promoted. Now dispose of this mess.'"

"Wow, that's a pretty big mistake she did there. Good thing you were around." spoke Laura as Ivan finished his sentence. The luscious blonde had one of her hands in her panties, rubbing her already moist pussy and her other hand moved all over her upper torso, helping her get even more excited.

"What happened next, though? Did you get promoted?" asked Sasha with her hands clutched on the liquor bottle's neck as if it were a dick.

"Next day I get called into the big man's office. He looks all serious as he sips some fancy drink while rocking in his chair. 'I understand you're the one who stopped one of our misbehaving girls and returned her to our client for termination.' I stand straight, looking at him confidently. 'Yes sir, it was a pleasure to see and feel as she got killed.' He glanced at me, examining my posture and body. 'I think you'd make a great executioner here at our club. I won't take no for an answer and here you'll make your first kill. Don't disappoint.' I felt my blood pumping and I felt my throat dry up as he pushed a button on his phone at the desk and blurted something out that I didn't fully perceive. As I stood bewildered he sprang from his chair, took a briefcase from under his desk and opened it. He laid the tools inside on another table, adjacent to his big mahogany desk. They were a set of knives, claws and torture tools. As he finished laying the instruments of death on the table, there was a knock on the door."

Ivan paused for a few seconds, looking blankly at the ceiling, rememorizing all the details of that beautiful day.

"Ah, where was I... So in comes this short pale-blond doll of a girl. She had a football style Lycra blouse on her and some panties. She had a very nice spring in her step and her face was a smile. A very seductive smile. 'This little azure-blue-eyed treasure is Alice. She's been our top Pleasure Bunny for over two years now. She's pleased over 1000 clients during her service and probably very few of them considered killing her due to her beauty and skill in pleasing. She's looking to retire in the most glorious way - by being promoted to Snuff Bunny. So we'll oblige and help her on her way out.' 'How will this happen?' she asked, to which Nisroth replied 'You'll do what you do best and I'll assess Ivan.' "

"Oooh, did she dance for him?" asked Sasha excited.

"Did you fuck her little pussy with a serrated blade?" inquired Laura moaning.

"Patience, we'll get to the end of this story then you'll get your turn too. 'You may begin. Do with her as you please, but remember why you're here.' says the big man. I turn towards Alicia and feast my eyes upon her voluptuous and tender body. 'You're quite the piece, now aren't ya?' I ask her as I slap her round and firm buttocks and then pull at her green panties from behind, making the front string dip into her pussy. She responds with a moan and I follow up with groping her succulent tits from behind. I kiss her neck for a few seconds, then turn her around. 'Twirl for me baby...' I say as I head over to the table with all the torture tools. Alice begins to skillfully strip-tease in the middle of the room. As she sensually crouches spreading her legs and allowing us glimpses of her pussy, I imagine how I'd cut off her twat, but as soon as her hands begin playing with her blouse and momentarily reveal her perky nipples, I know how it'll go down. I equip my left hand with a pair of steel claws and grab a fine serrated hunting dagger in my right hand. Alice is still doing her number as I approach her. 'Come on Alice, time to use your mouth.' I say looking down at my erection. With elegant and fluid moves she unzips my pants, takes my cock in her hands and begins to work on it. I move the dull side of the blade along her face, teasing her. After a mere few moments I'm close to nutting in her face, but I put my hand on her forehead and push her off my cock, signaling her to stop. I look at her ghastly as she lay kneeling in front of me for a few seconds. She looks very surprised when I jab the knife into her throat from the side, spraying blood all over the floor in a quick crimson burst. I leave the dagger stuck in her neck and kick her in the chin with my boot, toppling her on the floor. I pounce on her nubile body like a cougar and tear her thin blouse and panties away, leaving her fair delicate body all exposed. She begins flailing around on the floor, me on top of her. I grab her tits and squeeze them as hard as I can, causing her immense pain probably, as she squirms. I tire quickly of playing rough with her breasts so I employ my clawed hand to rip and tear at her tits. A jab at the base with the claws and my fingers sink into her fatty left gland. I move my hand inside her tit, scratching her ribs and tearing her pectorals with the claws. I pull my hand upward and pull up, the claws tearing away at her breast and coming up through her nipple from the inside - blood rivulets forming atop her feminine mound. A quick yank and her mutilated left breast comes off, fitted around my hand like a glove. I peel her flayed mammary from my hand and toss it aside. I then check to see if she's still with me. The dagger prevents her from screaming too much, but also causes her to lose quite a lot of blood. She's still kicking though, so I continue ravaging her body. I look at her toned and bloodied belly. I plunge my claw into her navel, deciding to gut the cunt. My hand got into her as if her skin wasn't even there and I began clawing around in her inside and slicing at her guts, wrecking her innards. She was almost expired by the time I shredded into her uterus and crushed her ovaries. I knew my job was done when her succulent pussy was leaking blood all over. I pulled my hand out right through her womb, ripping it apart on the way out. She was heaving and convulsing, her eyes already spazzing like crazy and her body going into death throes, so I knew I had to finish her. I grabbed the knife and yanked it out of her neck. I then put my hand on her neck and looked at her bloodied mouth. 'Goodbye Alice' I said and I plunged the blade right through her left eye, the blade popping her eyeball. It pierced her frail skull and went into her mushy cunt-brain. A quick spasm and then silence. I jabbed her head six more times to see if she would react in any way, but her lights were already out. I then zipped myself back up, not having ejaculated as it might have looked unprofessional."

"Ahhh." moaned Laura. "I hope I don't go out wet and disappointed like Alice..." she says while fingering herself.

"We'll see about that." replied Ivan. "Well, that was the end of Alice. Her blood and entrails were cleaned from Nisroth's office by professionals and in less than an hour her physical existence was reduced to a few videos of her during work and her final moments captured in UHD. I still watch it sometimes."

"I hope you'll get to do us too." said Sasha, slightly tipsy from the liquor as she bites her lip provocatively.

Suddenly, the phone in Ivan's office rang. He picked it up. The conversation was brief and ended with Ivan saying "I've got just the right girls. I'll get them ready within an hour."

"You're two lucky girls. Looks like one of our biggest clients is coming to the club and wants two bunnies for a night of unwinding. He'll be arriving shortly."

"Finally." said Sasha enthusiastically as she sprung up from the coach.

Laura was a bit too immersed in her self pleasing and slumped her head back, continuing to rub her wet sex with one hand and fondling her splendid milk jugs wit the other.

"Laura... such a nasty girl you are. Come on, we have to get ready. I'll help you." said Sasha smiling innocently.

She knelt down in front of Laura and placed her head in front of her pussy. She dipped her tongue in Laura's wet cunt, tasting her nectar, and began to oscillate between sucking on her clit and rubbing her inner cunt with her tongue. While her mouth attended to Laura, Sasha's hands played with her own meaty opening. Ivan watched intently, thinking on who would finish first. Within a few minutes of cunnilingus, Laura let out a moan and squirted in Sasha's face, causing her to also orgasm and stain Ivan's floor with pussy juice. He leaned back into his chair and lighted another cigar as he drifted into memories of his younger days, forgetting about the two sexy Snuff Bunnies that were in his office and their upcoming horrible fate. He thought about how his life started and where it had come to. He felt lucky to be himself and have the opportunities he had. He was getting paid quite the big buck to revel in the flesh of endless young, nubile girls and then slaughter them. At first he felt attachment to quite a few of them, being unable to accept that such cute and virile females could be tortured and killed, but he realized pretty soon that they were made for this. He didn't know too many details and didn't really bother to find out, but he had learned that most of the girls at the club were coming from human farms where they were specifically designed and created to act as sex outlets and some of them were even conditioned to have no self conservatory instincts, making them perfect obedient slaves and Snuff Bunnies. It was 2049, after all. There were no more ethical debates regarding manufactured humans - their life was utterly disregarded. Most people cried over breaking their appliances, but not over killed human cattle - probably because now the media propaganda machine was streaming directly into people's thoughts and there was an entire lucrative industry that lobbied for ethics to be disregarded.
As he drifted through the ether of thought, Ivan got surprised by a pair of feminine hands reaching from behind his chair, massaging his shoulders a bit then moving up and covering his eyes. He then felt someone, probably one of the girls, climbing on top of him as he was rocking back in his chair. He reached forward with his hands and grabbed what was in front of him. It was an unmistakable feeling - that of grasping two full, natural breasts. He squeezed the mushy objects with pleasure and felt them as best as he could, pinching the hard and erect nipples. The girl on top of him began grinding herself on his crotch, making him hard.

"Laura... that pussy of yours just can't get enough, can it?" said Ivan with a chuckle, slapping the voluptuous blonde across the belly.

"Ah, damn. Seems we couldn't fool you, could we?" said Sasha with a giggle, removing her hands from over his eyes.

"I suppose we have a few more minutes to play." said Ivan, pushing Laura back a little so he can unzip himself and let out his enormous cock.

"Oh my, that could tear my little pussy apart." gasped Sasha. "But I'm sure the Laura's meat flaps can handle it."

Laura didn't speak much - she was a girl of action - so she mounted Ivan's massive shaft in one swift motion, her sex canal spreading and encompassing his instrument until it was fully engorged. Ivan put his hands on her bony hips and began grinding her along his shaft. Her pussy retracted and swelled as his cock slid inside her, assuring them both carnal pleasure. The unadulterated dopamine flow from the mechanism that ensured the survival of the species was now turned into just a tool of pleasure. Crescendo is reached in a few minutes and Ivan blows a full load inside Laura. 'It still feels amazing, after all these years', Ivan thought to himself. After a few seconds of bliss he pulled out of Laura, letting his spunk drip from her excited sex.

"Come now. It's time to get you ready for our client." he said, shoving Laura off of him and grabbing Sasha by her tiny hand.

He lead them to the club's showers so they could be cleaned. In under ten minutes with hot water and soap, the two little doves were squeaky clean. They dried themselves, but before getting clothed again Ivan did as per the client's instruction and oils both of them, giving their bodies a thorough massage in the process. He then handed each of them a pair of red bikini. The material was very thin and molded around their shapely bodies, aptly contouring their pussies and breasts. He grunted a bit at Sasha's nose ring, but he concluded that it won't bother the client and it only added to her charm. They both put on a pair of high heels and then went with Ivan, striding with finesse along the club's long corridors, ignoring the occasional agonizing scream of a dying Snuff Bunny that could be heard echoing. It was a business as usual day at the club.

They ended up in a well decorated room, with a large bed, a coach, a stereo system and a TV. There were also a few cameras, spread out throughout the room. It looked like the room of a luxury love hotel - clean and tidy. The girls take a seat on the coach at the side of Ivan as they wait for the client. They chatted for a bit, Sasha cracking a few jokes and acting as if she were oblivious to what was to come, while Laura only laughed here and there and gazed abysmally ahead. Suddenly the door opened and a tall, almost two meter man entered the room. His hair was black and slicked back. He had no beard, was dressed in a comfortable hoodie and wore some sports pants. He held a glass with some, probably alcoholic, beverage in it.

"Heeeeeeello everyone. I'm Martin." he said with a steady tone and a cheerful attitude.

"Martin who?" replied Ivan, clearly recognizing the man as one of his old time friends.

"Oh you know. Martin with the martini, whacking bitches in bikinis." the tall man replied cordially, raising his glass a bit and winking at the two girls by Ivan's side.

"Ah, it's good to see you, old friend. How are things?" continued Ivan.

"Never been better. I rejuvenated my body a week ago and I feel as young as I was in my twenties. And just as horny, hehe."

"What has it been now... five years? I remember that day clearly, when I stopped that redheaded cunt from escaping and brought her back to you."

"Ah yes, slashed her up real good. What have you been up to ?"

"I've been chillin'...killin'. I'm now head snuffmeister at the club and I am very busy devising new and entertaining ways to kill bunnies, such as Laura and Sasha here."

"Heh, tough job - but somebody has to do it, right?" Martin said light-heartedly towards Ivan.

"Come on, I'll meet you at the shooting range in an hour or two. Who knows." he continued, shaking Ivan's hand and giving him a pat on the back, signaling that he wanted to be left alone with the two. Ivan obliged and left the three alone, closing the door behind with a loud clank.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" he asked, looking at the scantily clad brunette with a cute face that stood in front of him, presenting her body with a relaxed pose, hands on her hips and a wide and innocent smile.

"My name is Sasha." she replied with a wink and tapped her butt alluringly. "I can't wait to get killed by you, sir."

Martin slid his hand down her panty and put his index finger into her pussy, rubbing lightly. He grabbed her head from the back with his other hand and brought her forward, kissing her feverishly for a few seconds, their tongues intertwining.

"Good girl. I like eager Snuff Bunnies." he said to Sasha as he stepped back and to the left to inspect the other morsel.

"I'm Laura." the girl spoke up when she felt Martin's scrutinizing gaze over her. She pushed her chest forward and placed her hands under her breasts, protruding them as her most valuable assets. "How will you hurt these?" she continued.

Martin approached the tall, nubile blonde in front of him and placed his hands on her neck, only lightly choking the human doll and then slowly moving his hands down her neck, feeling her collar bones and then grasping her full bosoms in his hands. His hands slid under the thin fabric of her bra and felt her erect nipples. He squeezed her perky milk jugs delicately at first, but then applying more and more pressure, until it was clear from her grimace that it hurt her pretty bad.

"I can think of a few ways to bring pain to these puppies." he said, looking at Laura's lusting eyes and then tearing her bra apart to put her shiny perfect tits on full light.

"So... tell me." Laura continued, tugging at her tits by her monumentally perfect pink nipples.

Martin grabbed her by the waist and snapped the string that held her panties together. He then started licking her right breast and bit her glorious milk dispenser, but only enough to cause her to shake in pain. "You'll just have to wait and see." he said as he brought his head back and slapped her udder with a vicious palm, causing her tit to bounce left and right and Laura gave out a moan. In a few seconds her breast reddened from the burst capillaries.

"Please. Master Martin. MORE." she begged like a true pain slut.

Martin was a bit annoyed by this but indulged her and struck her breasts with a few more slaps and then pushed her on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and held her legs spread, presenting her pink lipped pussy to him.

"We'll see later what kind of things will fuck that tender pussy of yours, my sexy little Laura." Martin replied, barely containing himself from jabbing a kick between her legs and crushing her vulnerable feminine parts. ‘It would be quite the sight to see her twitch in pain as blood spurts out of her sex’ he thught to himself, but he wasn’t in any rush.

He turned instead towards Sasha, the other living toy in the room.

"Sasha, Sasha, Sashaaaa...Oh my how beautiful you are." he said hugging her in a warm embrace.

Her petite head looking upwards at his, propped on his chest. He enjoyed her calm gaze and dumb, innocent smile - so he caressed her head with his right hand while he skillfully unlaced her bra and panties with the other hand. He kissed her forehead for a brief moment, then pushed her back, her bra and panties falling to the floor. Sasha had small tits, but they were just as appetizing as Laura's, her brown nipple and areola being perfect targets for all sorts of sharp instruments. Her pussy was equipped with protruding brownish-red labia that popped out of her snatch and hanged freely in the air.

"Oh, how I'm going to pummel that tiny frame of yours, cute little Sasha..." smirked Martin as Sasha licked her fingers and began rubbing her clit and her nipples, while keeping her lustful gaze set on her master.

Martin watched her please herself as he shed his own clothes to reveal his toned and hairy body. After discarding his underwear and letting out his big, but not enormous dick, he approached Sasha again and grasped her neck in his strong arms. He lifted her up above the ground, causing her to gasp for air. He held her up like that for a good twenty seconds, her slender neck feeling like a twig that could be snapped at any time. Her life pulsed weaker and slight despair seemed to creep on her face, but it was still lust that she was showing as she fingered herself while fighting to get air. Her cute little face had all reddened up and she felt dizzy. Laura began working on herself, seeing as she wasn't getting any attention, while Sasha drifted more and more into unconsciousness. Martin enjoyed seeing as the cute and fragile Sasha struggled, but when he saw her beginning to close her eyes he stopped. With a quick, forceful motion he threw her on the bed along Laura so she could regain her breath. Martin wasted no time and approached the two nubile bodies on the bed, ready to begin. He first let Laura suck on his shaft for a few minutes, while he squeezed and tugged on her squishy fat fun bags. He went on to Sasha, who was laying on her back, still recovering. He spread her labia with his tongue and licked her meaty cunt a bit so it would be well lubed. He then put Laura on top of Sasha so she could have her twat serviced and penetrated Sasha with his instrument. He pounded Sasha's tight young pussy like a jackhammer, sending waves of pleasure through her numb body with each thrust, while he was tongue dueling with Laura. He soon came inside Sasha's vagina, filling her with his seed. Soon he'd be literally destroying that pussy anyway. He slid out of Sasha and let Laura lean forward in a 69 position so she could lick his jizz from Sasha's dripping cunt, while he got dressed.

"Come on girls. Time to get your bodies a few new holes." he said after letting them finish each other. He was quite generous to let them have final orgasms before being snuffed.

He took each of them by the hand and slowly lead them towards the club' VIP shooting range. The girls were quiet and probably slightly anxious at what was to come, but they went ahead willingly. They soon found themselves in a big, long room. The walls were covered in concrete. The door they entered through was on the side of the rectangular room, near one of the ends. Ahead of them was a low table, sandbags under and to it's sides. To their right, there were quite a few locked cabinets, containing all sorts of weaponry. The room was dimly lit at first, but then Martin flipped a switch and the shooting range lit up and the girls could see the other side, where the wall was riddled with dents and holes. Near those walls there was also blood. Blood of many shades, from many Snuff Bunnies through which bullets made their way. Soon their blood would also paint those walls, adding a few more strokes to the painting. To their left, at the bullet-riddled end of the room, were also three metallic X shaped implements to which bunnies would be restrained.

"Alright. We'll start with you Laura. Your tits will make great targets." said Martin, grabbing a weird looking tool from the shed. It was a laser skin tattoo gun.

It had five small aiming beams that shown exactly how big the painted target would be. He centered the sights on Laura's nipple and then pressed the trigger. "AAH" cried Laura suddenly as the gun immediately marked her right breast with a painted target. There were three concentric circles on her mammary, her now red painted nipple at the middle. She took her tit in her hand, rubbed it a bit then pointed it up. The inner ring, around her nipple and areola had a 50 texted around, while the other two circles had 25 and 10. Martin wasted no time and painted the same target on her other breast, on her belly and on her cunt too, at a 45 degree angle, centered on the entrance to her sex tunnel. She cried out in pain when her very sensitive womanly appendages were marked, but the pain quickly subsided. Martin then put a single big dot target on Laura's forehead, worth a hundred points. It would be the final shot. He then left the target tool on the middle table and grabbed a small box. It was full of steel tipped darts.

"We'll make this an interesting little game..." said Martin grinning at Laura. She felt aroused seeing the little darts and almost instinctively presented her marked tits to Martin.

"Please, let me feel them... feel them penetrate me." she asked Martin.

Martin approached with a dart, grabbed her right breast and squeezed her pear-shaped appendage vigorously. To Laura it felt almost as if he'd tear her precious tit away from her chest, but the pain remained constant along with his grip. He then teased her nipple with the cold tip of the dart, poking at the miniscule pores of her nipple with it. He then plunged the tip inside her flesh bags extremity, sending a new wave of agony and ecstasy to Laura's pain addicted brain. He pushed the whole tip of the dart into her breast, up to the wooden part of the dart, prompting her to moan with pain and pleasure. He then retracted the dart and kept on squeezing her tit, until blood began pouring out of her nipple quite readily. He licked her blood-oozing mammary for a few seconds, then let go of it and took Laura to the back of the room.

"You're a damn good pain slut, Laura. Depending on our score with the darts, you'll get terminated with a different weapon. Under 100 points means you'll die easily, with a few shots from an anti-tank riffle blasting though your chest and head and splattering your mind across the concrete wall." Martin explained, while Laura was already horny imagining her demise. "At two hundred points you'll be terminated with a .50 BMG that will put very nice and big hole in your abdomen and will vaporize your twat. At 300 points you get to be executed close range with a plethora of shotgun slugs that will tear your flesh and bones apart. At four hundred points you will be sent off with a desert eagle, placing 50 AE shells through your nubile flesh. At 500 points I'll execute you with a modern crossbow. I get 20 darts. Alright, let's get to it." said Martin, giving the box of darts to Sasha so she can hold it.

Martin took a distance of about 10 meters from Laura, grabbed a dart, wound back and then with an ample arching motion launched his hand forward, letting go of a flying dart. It plunged it's steel tip right into Laura's nubile left breast - penetrating her mammary in the 25 point region. Laura immediately felt the pain and screamed. A dull low effort scream.

"You're gonna have to scream harder if you want a quick death." yelled Martin, grabbing another dart from Sasha.

He arched back again and let another one fly. This time Laura didn't scream at all, for the dart went right bellow her twat, between her legs. It made Martin furious that after all his practice over the years, he couldn't hit Laura's clit. Nevertheless, he got another dart, aimed and let it fly. Laura screamed from the top of her lungs as the steel tipped rod bore itself into her pussy, right above her clit, penetrating right into her vaginal canal. Another 25 points.

"Ha, that's more like it." Martin told her. "Sasha, why don't you try a few shots while I bring something to spice this up?" he said, patting young little Sasha's shoulder with confidence and leaving the room.

"Looks like we're all alone now. Let's have some fun." giggled Sasha as she started unloading darts into Laura's vulnerable torso.

After a few minutes, in comes Martin with a weird looking box. It contained a corrosive substance that would eat away at the flesh of anyone that gets in contact with it.

"Let's see what you've done so far." says Martin, closing in on the girls. "My, my...not bad at all. Not bad. You've stuck three right in her other undamaged breast, one in the nipple, one hit her belly straight in the center and two more are propped up in her lower belly, firmly placed into her uterus. We're already at 300 points. Laura could get blasted with the shotgun. Let's see... 3 more darts. Not enough for a crossbow execution, but we'll have to see about reaching that desert eagle." said Martin and then stroking Sasha's head like he would his dog's. She was after all, a good and obedient bitch.

Martin dipped the remaining darts into the can of corrosive substance, then prepared to send another wave of pain towards Laura's gasping frame. She was moaning in pain already with that many darts stuck in her body, but when the enhanced darts hit her right in the remaining intact nipple, just above her cunt and one right into her left ovary, she screamed as if possessed. Martin seldom heard such serendipitous screams.

"385 points. No dice. Looks like we'll have to execute our beautiful Laura with a shotgun... but what shotgun. Come Sasha, let's choose a toy."

They briefly left the dart riddled Snuff Bunny Laura straddled to the metal X cross - the substance continuing to rot away at her right breast and her internals. By the time the Martin and Sasha came back with an pump action Ithaca Model 37, her womb was severely damaged by the corrosive substance that ravaged at her nubile flesh. Martin loaded in 5 tight spread 20 gauge shells.

"You've been a great assistant so far, Sasha. Why don't you inaugurate Laura's execution? She might like feeling the pain from all those darts, but all good things must come to an end." exclaimed Martin, handing the instrument of death to Sasha.

"Let's pop her cherry!" cheered Sasha taking the gun. "Ooooh it's quite heavy. I bet it packs a serious punch."

"Why don't you find out? Come on: aim, squeeze the trigger and watch as Laura's innards go flying." says Martin impatiently and slaps Sasha's round and sexy buttocks.

From a mere meter away, Sasha took aim at Laura's darted and bleeding cunt. She breathed in and then pulled the trigger. A roaring blast flashed before their eyes as the lead cartridge exited the muzzle and made it's way through Laura's lower abdomen. The blast was quickly followed by an ear bursting scream let out by the gravely mutilated Snuff Bunny. Martin moved in to take a closer look and he marveled at the utter destruction that had swept through Laura's womb. From a distance it seemed like her whole cunt and uterus had turned into a red and gory meatpie, but looking closer he could see dozens and dozens of little holes and charred flesh. The lead pellets blasted right through her sex, destroying her cervix, vaporizing her precious eggs and blasting out the back, probably even blasting through the coccygeal vertebrae. The other side of the wall was clearly stained by Laura's blood and torn flesh. Martin observed her suffering and convulsing for a few more seconds then went to her and removed the darts in her tits so he could get another squeeze off of them before he shot them off. And squeeze them he did - like an absolute beast he stretched and turned her fleshy fun bags, but they seemed to stay in place, atop her chest. Laura seemed to be in a state of shock after being subjected to so much pain and damage and could barely keep on moaning in pain, stunned. He thus took the shotgun from Sasha and pumped in another shell. He stood just a few feet away from Laura, aiming at her navel. Before Laura realized she was going to get hit again, Martin blasted her belly with lead. The shot burst out through her back, spraying the wall with fragments of her guts and backbone, as well as copious amounts of her red life sustaining liquid. Her intestines were nothing but a bloody internal organ mush now. 'This shotgun rocks' Martin thought to himself as he pumped the third shell into the magazine, the empty cartridge popping out on the floor. This time he placed the barrel right on top of Laura's right bleeding nipple. He pushed in the barrel, deforming her once pristine and beautiful tit. He angled it towards her heart and without any words or goodbyes, pulled the trigger. Laura's screams were cut short a few seconds after this event, her heart being absolutely obliterated by the storm of lead unleashed upon it. Her breast looked like a deflated football, most of her internal mammary tissue being either evaporated or blasted away, unto the wall. Laura's head slumped forward, signaling her passing.

Martin thus declared his first playmate officially dead and went to one of the cabinets in order to get a big serrated hunting knife and left the shotgun there. He used it to carefully slice her left breast off, as close to the ribs as possible.

"Keep this for me please." he told Sasha, handing over the severed mammary to her.

"Not a problem." Sasha nodded smiling. "Are you going to cook it?"

"Indeed. Tits are quite tasty if done right." replies Martin, preparing the blade to hack at Laura's neck.

"Well... would you let me cook it? I know a great recipe." said Sasha with her usual wide smile and soft voice.

Martin paused hacking at Laura's neck halfway through, leaving her half-decapitated. He then went over to Sasha who was fiddling around with Laura's severed jewel and looked at her with a bit of contempt.

"You dirty, dirty little weasel. You're acting all cute and useful so you can convince me to spare you and take you home with me, aren't you?" inquired Martin with a gaze that pierced right through her soul.

Sasha blushed.

"No. No. No. That's just how I normally act, Ivan can vouch for that. I always lend a helping hand." Sasha blushed and her eyes pleaded forgiveness.

"I'll gladly let you snuff me any way you like, master. No need to worry about me running or acting up on you." she continued.

"Huh...if you say so..." he replied and teased her face with the edge of the blade, making a very thin cut that barely drew any blood from her cheek.

Martin continued and cut off Laura's head, that he would use as a shooting range prop, a grisly prop. One day her skull would cave in and her brain would be splattered across his backyard by some random bullet. He then placed it on the desk and walked back to Sasha. and began scrutinizing her young, nubile frame.

Ending A

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"Hmm. How am I going to kill such a happy little clam ?" rhetorically asked Martin.

"Anyway you'd like to. Your pleasure is the only thing that matters after all." said Sasha, teasing him by playing with her little handful-sized latina tits.

Martin approached the horny little bunny in front of him menacingly. He put his massive hands on her frail and adorable head. He thought about how he could literally crush her head with his bare hands, but then...

"I feel like doing some exercise. Haven't had a good cardio in a while." he said as he took Sasha by the hand.

They exited the shooting range, notified the club's staff that Laura's carcass is to be cleaned from the spot and then they went into the gym section of the club. Here there was also a boxing ring. Martin prompted Sasha to put on a pair of sneakers and hop into the ring, while he himself got prepared. In a few minutes he came back to her, wearing his comfortable sneakers, a pair of modified boxing gloves and nothing else. The gloves were both fitted with a small metal plaque inserted between the leather and the padding of the gloves, at the knuckles. From the metal plaque, four thick two centimeter metal rods jutted out. Their heads were like those of harpoons, to not easily come out of the flesh once they were inside. Seeing Martin enter the ring with these gloves, Sasha felt her heartbeat rise. She knew her demise would be excruciating.

"You ready to dance?" he asked

"How do you want me to sit for the blows?" Sasha asked in response.

"Doesn't really matter." Martin responded, gently pushing the little harpoons into her right tit as an appetizer for what's to come. He could see her pain from her grunting expression and light moan.

"Here I go." he said and pulled back his hand, rending her sweet latina tit.

His first punch was right into her tummy. The force of the blow made young Sasha cringe forward, gasping in pain. Upon retracting his hand with just as much speed, Martin pulled out a sizeable chunk of her flesh, leaving behind an incoherent bloody mess in place of her belly button. She was now bleeding from both her chest and belly. Martin's next hit was a side sweep across her soft breasts, dangling ahead as she struggled to stay on her feet. The tiny metal harpoons mercilessly mangled her left mammary, tearing off most of the fatty tissue and then skewered her other, only slightly perforated before, right breast. He paused to give Sasha a high kick in her flayed chest, sending the poor Snuff Bunny tumbling back on to the ropes of the boxing ring. Martin continued his onslaught with dozens of punches to her chest and belly. Her tits weren't even tits anymore, but a mesh of gory skin and torn muscle, through which one could see in a few places the exposed ribs. If she were to lean forwards, her guts could probably fall out on the ring's floor. At this point Martin knew she wouldn't live for much more, so he placed the final few hits in Sasha's cunt and lower abdominal areas, allowing the little harpoons to shred away at all that was still feminine and pristine in her - mutilating her reproductive organs in a manner most gruesome. Sasha was barely breathing now. Martin was intrigued by her determination to please him - she barely cried from the pain and always tried to resume her smiling posture and cheerful attitude, even as she was pummeled with savagery. Martin's cock was hard, so he decided that he'll give her a last mission - to suck him dry. And indeed, once his cock was in front of her mouth, she gathered all the vitality she had left took him in her mouth. She polished his shaft until he came, like a volcano. Martin was truly satisfied by her services as a Snuff Bunny.

"Rest now. You've done well." he said as Sasha was closing her eyes, her mutilated body hanging on the ropes.

Martin cleaned himself up with a shower then ordered Sasha's head to be cleanly cut and delivered taxidermied at his place. Unlike Laura's head, Sasha's will be mounted in his hall of glory, along the trophies of his other most memorable snuffed bunnies. Martin hung out a bit more with Ivan, watched a few Pleasure Bunnies stripping in the club, then, fulfilled with how his day off went - left.

Ending B

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Martin approached the horny little bunny in front of him menacingly. He put his massive hands on her frail and adorable head.

"You said you could cook that breast earlier, right?" inquired Martin.

"Yes. In quite a few ways. I could make a soufflé, I could make desert, I could...."

"So you know how to cook?"

"Yep" she responded cheerfully.

He put his right thumb into her mouth, turned on by the little devil in front of him.

"Why don't you..." he told her pulling out his erect instrument.

He didn't have to finish the sentence, for Sasha was already on the job, putting her petite hands and hot wet tongue to use. She enthusiastically worked up and down on his dick with her mouth and hands, maintaining eye contact and paying close attention not to cause him any discomfort. Martin nutted in her mouth and she swallowed everything like a champ, licking his dick clean afterwards.

"Ahhh. Damn good job, my little Sasha." he said after a few seconds of intense release, caressing her innocent little head.

Martin pulled up his trouser and took Sasha by the hand. He lead her out of the shooting range, through the corridors. Martin notified the club's staff that the remains of Laura's carcass are to be cleaned and her head is to be delivered to his estate and then went to the showers, where he undressed.

"Why are we taking a shower, Master Martin?" Sasha inquired puzzled as the water started pouring on them.

"I want to see you cooking." he said, scrubbing her pussy with a sponge - Sasha biting her lip and moaning in response.

"You'll come home with me." he continued, his touch caressing the rest of her sublime body.

"You'll be one of my house girls." he added, seeing Sasha's eyes lit up with more and more joy.

Sasha hugged her master, full of gratefulness, then started cleaning his back in appreciation. After the shower, they both got dressed and greeted Ivan on their way out. He looked a bit surprised, but he knew that Martin had this habit of prolonging the lives of Snuff Bunnies he thought could provide more pleasure and utility over a longer period of time, rather than being a one night stand. Martin was content with his choice, because he seldom saw bunnies as obedient, energetic and cheerful as Sasha. He'd hold her around for at least a few more months, before she'd be finally retired, but that was in the unforeseeable future - for now he was happy to go home accompanied by Sasha.





http://instantfap.com/post/446733 - Sasha

http://instantfap.com/post/521370 - Laura

http://instantfap.com/post/592273 - girl in the beginning

http://instantfap.com/post/585473 - Alice