This is the third story I wrote, first one that that really came out well. Several years back there was a small impromptu series written by various different authors. Each stand alone, but shared a basic setting. This was my contribution.

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Bootstrap (Cons, snuff)

The bell went off announcing a customer, distracting Bunny from the magazine she had been idly flipping through. Bunny wasn't her actual name, of course, but since counter girls tended to have a high turnover rate, unofficial policy stated Bunny was the name of all girls filling the position. It was even on her name tag, pinned to the thin material of her top (and secretly through the nipple as well; this was usually a sign that there would shortly be a new bunny girl welcoming customers).

"Room 13A please," the woman said, approaching the counter. Tall, gothic, and in her mid 20's, the customer was the complete opposite of the bubbly blond Bunny. A tight corset and short skirt, both black of course, served to emphasize the paleness of her skin. Laced black high heeled boots and thigh high stockings completed the look, flashing a sliver of skin at the base of her skirt as she moved.

Bunny looked up from her magazine. "You sure you're in the right place? 13A's rather unique you know."

"I know what 13A is. Is it available or not. Bunny."

"Well, yes Miss, it's just that that's not a very popular room, especially for the kind of people we usually get here."

The gothic woman leaned in, face inches from the blond counter girls face. "Listen here, little bunny. I want 13A. I know what it is, I know my plans for it, and I know that if you don't give it to me in the next 5 seconds I'll be taking your name-tag up to the manager to complain about the service here. Without unfastening it. Am I understood?"

Bunny swallowed hard. "Y-yes mistress. We keep all the rooms ready, so its ready to go. Whenever you're, um, ready. Just need your name and bio pattern. Please?" She wilted a bit as as the stare continued.

"Zoe," the goth finally said, and touched the small glowing pad on the counter with one black nail-polished finger. It immediately beeped and the light turned orange. "Enough?"

Mutely Bunny nodded.

"Good." Zoe trailed a finger down Bunny’s top, idly circling her unpierced nipple and watching it tent up under the thin material. "I expect you in to be in a room by tonight."

"But Mistress… I wasn't planning… I mean, I'm working, I can't… Ahhh, Miss!" She gasped as her stiff nub was suddenly pinched hard. Her knees started to collapse, but Zoe simply followed Bunny down, not releasing the pressure at all.

"In a room. By tonight. Understood?"

"I… Ahhh!… Yes mistress. Please!"

"Good." With one last savage twist, eliciting a sharp squeak from her victim, Zoe released her grip. "No need to get up, I know the way." Smiling as her handiwork lay gasping on the floor, Zoe turned and hit the button for the elevator. It took five minutes before Bunny managed to get back into her usual position behind the counter, though her smile was rather more shaky than it had been before Zoe's appearance. The magazine had been put away; in its place was a short form detailing her reasons for quitting as well as a room request, and the small monitor was tuned for room 13A, waiting for the action to start.

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Zoe paused a moment as the door to her room opened up, letting a small smile play across her face. The room was white, spotless, and utterly empty. The floor and walls were were a hard foam, glowing with a soft internal light, all except for one side which had been replaced with a floor to ceiling mirror. In an opposite corner a small shower nozzle dangled directly over a small drain, controlled by a light switch set near it. On or off, no volume or temperature controls, featureless like the rest of the room. A small sealed door was directly across from the entrance with a small green button set next to it providing the only source of color in the room.

Taking a deep breath (the effects of which under her tight corset were appreciated by her audience at the counter) Zoe quickly crossed the room and hit the button. Immediately the entry door locked and sealed itself with a pressurized hiss, while simultaneously a low hum started up. A barely noticeable vibration started shaking the room, evidence of vast energies at work out of sight. Her smile turned evil as she waited for the other door to open.

Suddenly there was silence, both the hum and vibration stopping with an abruptness that startled the senses. A moment later the alcove door opened with another hiss, revealing a small nook that appeared identical to the rest of the room, though not as empty. Inside was a small sealed leather bag, and a nude, pale women lay bound, gagged, and soaked, bearing a striking resemblance to Zoe herself. She was watching Zoe with an expression of determination, though traces of fear were showing through. A massive ball gag filled her mouth painfully wide. Ropes crossed her chest, binding and emphasizing the pierced pale orbs that hung there, as well as tying her wrists together in a very poorly made knot.

"Mmm, you look tasty, Whore. And you come with your own bag of toys! How sweet! I think we're going to have the time of your life! You may have an idea about what's in store this evening, but I think you'll find it's something very different to experience it yourself." Zoe knelt down and pulled Whore's face up to her, watching the emotions play out across her face from a few inches away. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you" Zoe breathed. A barely heard whimper escaped from the gagged woman, the only evidence of the powerful emotions going on behind her stoic mask.

Suddenly Zoe stood and started dragging Whore into the middle of the room by her wet hair, then returning for the bag which was dumped out right next to her. Knives, clamps, and other painful metal instruments clattered out directly in front of the woman’s wide-eyed stare. "Lets see… where to begin." Whore's eye flicked down to her bound breasts and back, then winced as she realized she had inadvertently answered Zoe's question.

"Mmm, those do look tempting. Good idea." Zoe glanced down, gently palming a pale orb in each hand, Whores piercing hard against her palm. "These look fresh too. Still tender. You know, I distinctly wanted naked, and here you're trying to disobey by wearing nipple rings. If you're not going to follow instructions on your own, I may just have to do it for you." She grabbed a nipple ring in each hand, twisting and pulling. "Hmm, these would look much better on me I think. Now, we could do this the easy way, or the fun way. Bet you can guess which way we're doing it."

Quickly Zoe rooted in the pile of tools for a scalpel, and held it up wickedly. Whore's eyes widened momentarily, then quickly clenched tight as she realized what was coming. "Oh you'll scream for me before the nights done, little Slut, trust me." Two slices, two split nipples later, and both rings were free. Slut's body spasmed as her buds were destroyed, but managed to keep her screams inside.

"These are nice! I wonder where you found these?" Zoe murmured to herself before reaching down her corset and pulling her own pale tits out to hang freely in the cool air. Both nipples were already hard, standing stiffly on their pink base. "Now hopefully… ah yes. Self piercing rings, perfect." Pausing momentarily to give her own sensitive teats a squeeze, she squeezed the ring through the tender flesh. Her toes curled inside her boots as the pain shot through her body, purring in masochistic pleasure. The other nipple quickly followed.

Zoe grinned, licking the bloody blade clean as she watched Slut shake next to her. "Well that was nice, wasn't it. I bet it would be even more fun with a bigger blade! I'm sure there's one around here somewhere…" After just a moment of rooting around in the pile, she came up with a evil looking dagger. "Oh, this could be fun!" Slut quivered, anticipating the imminent destruction of her body.

"You know, those nipples aren't bleeding as much as I would expect. You wouldn't happen to be losing circulation on those breasts, are ya." Slut winced, but eventually managed to whimper and nod. "Aww, poor thing. We can't have that! Here, let me fix those for you." Placing the dagger right at the base of Sluts injured right breast, below the bindings, she cut.

"Mmmmph! Mmmphhhhhhhh!" Slut screamed, resolve breaking as blood began flowing again.

"Aww, what's the matter, a bit sore up top?" Zoe cooed, fondling Sluts breast. She squeezed, feeling how the abused tit flesh moved strangely in her hand. "Oh whoops, that wasn't the rope, how silly of me. Oh well, I don't mind. For now anyways. But since we've started, we might as well continue." The dagger continued moving, prompting screams and whimpers as more tissue was cut through. In no time Sluts right tit was removed. Zoe set the jiggling mound of flesh to the side, then smiled at the red wound on Sluts chest.

"There, see? No more circulation problems! I bet you feel better already! Say 'thank you mistress.'" Rather than respond, Slut just lay gasping at the throbbing pain in her chest. Zoe frowned, then leaned over her wounded victim, letting her own newly pierced nipples spill into the circular hole on Sluts chest. "I SAID say 'thank you mistress,'" Slut gasped, jerking as the cool soft flesh of Zoe's tit rubbed like sandpaper over her raw exposed nerves.

"Ank ew iss-iress!" Slut screamed around the gag, as her trashing caused Zoe's soft breasts to jiggle more in the remnants of Slut's own wounded copy.

"There there, this isn't so bad," Zoe said, gently stroking Slut's face as her rack tortured the twitching body beneath her. "And do you know why it's not so bad?" She asked quietly, looking into Slut's pain filled eyes as she sobbed, slowly nodding. "Of course you do. But I'm going to tell you anyways. It's not so bad because you only have one gaping chest wound. Lets make it two, shall we? Even it out a bit."

Quickly the knife flashed again, and Zoe smiled as she felt the split hard nub on Sluts left breast slowly start to slide out from under her own dangling chest. The pain was clearly immense, and Zoe enjoyed the feeling of Slut's bare legs jerking and moving hard between her own stocking clad thighs. Gradually Zoe started adding her own movements to their tortured dance, matching Sluts pain filled thrusts with her own pleasured motions, slowly working her short skirt up till finally her bare cunt was spreading it's moisture over Sluts quivering thigh.

"You feel that?" Zoe whispered into Sluts ear as she enjoyed crushing the only rack still present between two squirming female bodies. "That's fresh virgin cunt you've got rubbing against your leg. Never been used, I've been saving it just for tonight. Just for you, Slave. You should feel honored." After a few more moments of pleasure, Zoe started to snake one delicate hand down between their grinding bodies, seeking the juicy box nestled between her play-toys twitching thighs.

"Mmm, and this little treasure is untouched as well. How thoughtful of you! My very own virgin, to torture and break however I choose. And trust me, I'll be taking that little cheery here in a moment. You might die a virgin, but your cute little cunt won't. Mmm, but first, your mistress wants to cum all over you."

As she spoke, Zoe was slowly working the clasp at the back of Slave's ball-gag. In moments it was off, replaced instantly with Zoe's hungry mouth as she moaned her pleasure into the spasming body beneath her. Despite the still immense pain in her chest, Slave's movements were no longer quite so erratic. Instead, thanks to the erotic warmth of her mistress's pale body so close to her own, not to mention the wiggling tongue and fingers Zoe was providing to Slave's matching holes, pleasure was actually starting to outweigh the pain in Slaves confused brain. Even the wet stickiness Zoe's clenching pussy was spreading all over Slave's thigh was adding to her pain fueled lust.

"Ah, mistress! Your slaves going to cum!" Slave gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around the smooth material of Zoe's black stockings, trapping the long fingers of her mistress nicely against her hard lovebud.

"No!" Zoe gasped as her own clit was crushed against the straining muscles of Slave's thigh. "I… forbid you to Ah! cum until your mistress doeeesOh god!"

Cunt juice flowed liberally as both their virginal holes began to quiver simultaneously, draining their liquid lust into the others warm thigh. Up above, pain was forgotten as Zoe's tongue fought for dominance inside Slaves moaning mouth. They rolled, soft flesh rubbing against each other as for a moment Slave was the one on top, in control. Just as quickly she abandoned her position, allowing Zoe to crush Slave's wounded body beneath her.

“Mmm,” Zoe purred, watching the pain return into her lovers eyes as the pleasure receded from them both. “That was nice, just what I was needing. I'll be looking forward to that again later on.” Her hand starting moving again over Slaves extra sensitive nub, enjoying the aftershocks such motions provoked. “You, my little Toy, came without your mistress's permission!” Without warning Zoe locked the engorged pleasure button in a vice grip between her long black fingernails, apparently trying to cut it off by hand. Instantly Toy screamed, pure and loud, expressing just how close to success Zoe was.

“Those who can't keep their cunts under control, don't deserve to have them,” Zoe said to herself as Toy thrashed beneath her. “Lucky for me I have all sorts of naughty little tools right convenient here to ensure your disobedient cunt goes to those more deserving.” It didn't take long for Zoe to reposition herself with her dripping pussy over Toy's mouth, now with a knife in hand. Muffled sobbing could be heard as Toy anticipated what was going to be done to her, but Zoe just sighed in pleasure at the vibrations she sent through her sensitive flesh.

“Now be a good girl and lick it all up down there. Don't worry about running out; it's going to be all you can drink. And if you even think about biting…” Zoe leaned over, tracing the knife lightly over Toy's as yet pristine virgin fuckhole. “Well, we don't have to worry about that, do we.” She traced the point over Toy's vulnerable clit, watching close as the pricking and terror caused the exposed sex organ to pulse almost as if she were in a terror fulled orgasm. “I hope you're ready down there, because here… we… go!”

They both screamed as Zoe stabbed deep into Toy's flesh, burying the six inch knife to the hilt just to the left of Toy's spasming box. Both set of cunts began leaking liquid, red from Toy's wounded lips and clear from Zoe clenching hole as she orgasmed with the thrust. Toy thrashed in pain beneath her, head shaking as best it could between Zoe's clenched thighs as she partially drowned in thick girl-juice. Despite the pleasure racing through her body, Zoe focused on her blade, making sure the cut was perfect as she slowly began to draw the knife around the pain drenched organ in front of her. She wanted to free the delicate meat from it's home without damaging the vaginal canal itself, as she had plans for the sealed passage.

“You feel that, Meat?” Zoe asked as her knife reached the clit, killing the defenseless organ as nerve tissue deep inside was severed. “That's the feeling of your sex life ending. Oh wait! You never had a sex life, did you? Skipped all those opportunities to save it for this moment, and now you never will. No tits. No clit. And in a moment, no cunt. Not a single erogenous zone left on your poor unused body. What a shame.”

A few more cuts, a sharp tug, and Toy's femininity was dangling from one pale hand. The slit itself looked smooth and undamaged, and hanging behind it her entire sexual apparatus could be seen: the tight vaginal tube still blocked by her intact hymen, the now useless womb, and the most personal part, the twin dangling ovaries. Both mistress and Toy gasped as the gory organ momentarily twitched by itself in apparent orgasm or agony before fully giving in to the inevitable. The damage had been done though, and Toy's gasp quickly turned into bloody choking as her eyes started rolling in her head.

“Oh no you don't Meat,” Zoe said as the ruined body between her thighs started to convulse. “Hey, stay with me now!” she yelled, slapping Meat's face with one bloody hand to shock her back to reality. A blood red handprint was left across the pale face, but the impact seemed to do the trick; awareness flooded back into Meat's agonized expression. “Wouldn't want you to miss your own deflowering, now would we? After all, it's such a magical moment of a girls life.” Meat's eyes were locked to the remains of her womanhood as Zoe grabbed her bag of toys. Her eyelids kept drooping as the urge to sleep grew, but she fought to remain for the penultimate moment, so she would have something to take into the void with her. Despite the pain and darkness creeping in, the sight couldn't fail to be a turn on, seeing as how her life had been spent on achieving it.

After a moments searching, Zoe triumphantly held the fruits of her labor: a thick steel dildo spotted with numbs large enough to be uncomfortable rather than pleasurable. Meat tried to clench, the thought of such a device being used to tear open her virginal lips lighting a masochistic spark in her fading mind, but of course there was no response from her disembodied parts. Holding the organ by the fleshy tube set just below the unmarred skin that once made up Meats outer lips, Zoe harshly thrust the dildo in, snapping Meats hymen with one brutal blow. In normal circumstances, any virgin so violated would be screaming in agony, but Meat just smiled quietly as the silky folds of her fuck chamber visibly stretched taut over their first, and last, intruder. Satisfied at last, Meat gave herself over to the creeping darkness and spiraled down to her long awaited oblivion.

Zoe watched, entranced as her ruined twin gave one last convulsive twitch, smiled, and died with a gurgling sigh. As the final spark of life faded, Zoe dropped the dildo filled chunk of gore, using the freshly created corpse to support herself as her own pristine hole erupted in a sadism filled orgasm. Lost in her haze, Zoe needed more, pain to go with the pleasure. Cunt still convulsing, she took hold of both of her soft breasts, savagely crushing one tight enough that her fingers turned white, while the other had it's newly pierced nipple twisted and pulled enough that fresh blood started to flow. She screamed as she peaked, then collapsed, head resting on her dead lovers own, gazing deeply into her partners sightless eyes.

“Was it good for you too,” she cooed, savoring the last tremors of pleasure that moved through her pale body. With one final kiss, soft tongue tasting blood as it flicked inside the others mouth momentarily, Zoe stood and took in the scene of devastation she had wrecked. Blood pooled around the limp body on the ground, contrasting sharply with the pristine white glow of the walls and edges of the room. It also thoroughly coated both bodies, living and dead, as well as the bag of toys that came with her playtoy. Fortunately it appeared to be both stain and water proof, as were the rubber and steel devices inside. Sadly, the same could not be said for Zoe's own clothes; the tight corset and skirt were both drenched, and even her black stockings were dripping red. Eying the shower in the corner, Zoe stripped, leaving the rags in a sodden heap.

The water was freezing, with no options to adjust the temperature, but Zoe relaxed under it anyways, taking pleasure in the ability to ignore her own bodies complaints. A sudden thought struck her, and she grabbed the scattered toys, ropes, and the carrying case, putting it all back together as the water washed over everything. Her nipples were frozen nubs pierced with ice and her teeth were chattering by the time the water flowing down the drain was clear again, but the abuse simply added to her reawakening libido and the chattering was easily fixed by fitting the red ball gag tight between them.

Finished, Zoe turned the water off and stood shivering for a moment, naked and exposed to all those who might be watching her performance one of the discrete cameras built into the walls. Numbed fingers fumbled the rope into place around her twin pale orbs, the rough fibers rubbing like sandpaper over the cold-sensitized flesh. She pulled and her knots constricted, squeezing the base into harsh tightness until her soft flesh nearly hid the rope itself. She could feel each beat of her heart in her tits, a painful echo as blood was forced past the tight constriction.

As she rubbed warmth back into her throbbing breasts, Zoe's gaze drifted between the bloody ruin left in the center of the room and the empty alcove that her snufftoy came from. It was time. The toy bag quickly went back where it came from, then Zoe used the rope in an attempt to bind her hands. Despite her skill with rope it was a struggle to tie her hands behind her own back, but after several false starts and frustrated grunts the knot finally slid into place, leaving her hands passably if not securely tied.

The door hissed shut behind her as Zoe stepped into the small niche, but as the alcove's walls had the same luminescent properties of the main room, darkness didn't descend. Her bound chest started to heave as Zoe finally allowed to the nervousness and fear to run through her, preparing herself mentally for her upcoming role. It would be rougher than anything she had experienced before, much more than she knew she could take, but that was the whole point. She closed her eyes in fearful anticipation.

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Back in the control room, Bunny sat slumped in her seat, drained after many, many orgasms, now awaiting the end of her shift with impatience. The small screen in front of her was set to Zoe's room, and she watched as the floor suddenly vanished, swallowing the once proud dominatrix and her bag before reappearing moments later, room now bare. There was a still pause before the video quietly looped, showing the same empty view from the inside of 13A's alcove for a moment before Zoe's naked body suddenly fell into view, landing badly and collapsing to lay half stunned on the floor. The brown bag fell with her, catching a painful smack on her side as it bounced off, leaving her whimpering.

There had been a few customers through as Zoe made use of her room, most of which Bunny managed to deal with purely on autopilot as her mind remained focused on room 13A. The last one though, a rather nervous but good looking boy who was there to use one of the decapitation rooms, was rather astonished the counter girl all but attacked him as soon as sign-in was complete. In seconds she had his cock hanging out, and moments later it was up her skirt and inside her. She forced his hands to her breasts even as she crushed them into his chest, writhing and twitching against and around his hard body. She moaned into his mouth as the boy suddenly realized he was in the midst fucking the horniest girl he'd ever had and became an active participant, hands tightening and crushing the soft mounds of tit-flesh and cock starting to pound her boiling cunt. Within seconds she was cumming, and again, and one final time as he released his load deep inside her.

Momentarily satisfied, Bunny broke the kiss and whispered “Your room is 4C. I come off shift in 15 minutes… If you're still around by then, you might just find yourself with a partner to make use of the room with.” She clenched down on his still impaled cock, giggling as it twitched and hardened some.

With a groan, he nodded. “I'll be waiting.”