Chapter 8: The Property

I stared at the fire consuming Brit's bones until it finally went out. There were only glowing embers left when I looked up and discovered that the party had ended.

The ground was littered with discarded panties and ripped pieces of the girls' costumes. Stretched out on the dais were two naked girls whom I recognized as some of the maids, but otherwise I was alone outside. Wondering tiredly if they were alive, I stumbled over and sat heavily next to one. Shaking her didn't get any response, so I tried slapping her hard on her cunt.

I said, "Hey! Are you alive?"

"Oww," she moaned and opened her eyes. The other maid looked over at us.

"Come on," I prodded, "the party is over, you can go home now."

They both sat up slowly and looked around.

The second girl said, "I don't know if I could make it home."

I got up unsteadily.

I guess I should go, too, I thought. Nothing left for me here.

The girl called to me, "Can we spend the night in the house, mistress? We won't be any trouble."

I just shrugged and continued inside. It wasn't my house. They followed me inside and up to the girl's wing. I went into Brit's room and started digging around for some clothes, while the battered maids returned to the playroom.

I was trying to use my tired fingers to fasten my bra when Amber appeared at the door.

"What do you think you are doing, snuff bunny?" she demanded.

I turned to her, "Going home."

She shook her head, "You don't have a home. You're just meat, you don't have anything."

"But…" I couldn't muster the energy to choose what part to object to.

"You think you still have a family? As far as they are concerned, the girl you used to be no longer exists," she explained coolly. "You are just a piece of meat that they sold me."

I gaped at her.

She went on, "Oh, yes, I called and bought you from them as soon as Brit asked to snuff you. When I told them we were going to eat you, they didn't even want that much for you. They cared so little about you that they basically gave you to me to be snuffed."

Her words cut deep into me. It was true that my mom hadn't called or texted me even once to see where I had been these last two weeks, but I had been too wrapped up in the party and sex to ever really think about it.

"You belong to me now, snuff bunny. You will never leave this property again. And you can forget about wearing clothes."

My little sisters will be better off without me, anyway, I thought.

Step-Creep had been spying on me and sneaking peeks at me lately. I'm sure sharing a room with his own precious little girls was the only thing keeping him from visiting me at night the way he visited my big sisters, but I knew that wouldn't last forever. Any day now, my presence in their life would have done them more harm than good.

Amber continued, "Mandy seems to be having a hard time with unexpectedly losing her sister, so you can sleep with her tonight. Feel free to cry into each other's cunts all night, if you like."

After she left, I dropped the bra and walked slowly out of Brit's room. I peeked in the playroom and saw that the maids had fallen asleep in each other's arms, their faces touching. I noticed how much cum was on their legs and looked down to see that I was also a complete mess.

Remembering that Mandy probably needed me, I ignored my unwashed state and headed to her room. When I came in, she looked up from lying on her bed, her eyes red. I went over and took her in my arms. As she sobbed quietly into my chest, I stroked her hair and back.

"Shh," I whispered, "there, there. I've got you."

Amidst her sobs, she said, "She's gone. She's really gone."

After another minute of letting her cry softly on me, I felt something crack inside me. With a shuddering breath, I started to shake, my own tears pouring down my face. I held on to Mandy as if the younger girl could make these feelings stop. Waves of grief swept over me threatening to drown me in my tears. I opened my mouth to cry out, but no sound would come.

Mandy felt the change in me and moved to embrace me tighter, putting her wet cheek against mine. We stayed like that until it seemed we had run out of tears.

Once we calmed down, we noticed how close our faces were, and kissed lightly. Although there was no passion or lust in that kiss, somehow it seemed like what we both needed. Our lips tasted salty from the remnants of our mixed tears. Gradually, Mandy kissed her way down my chin and neck, following the trail of that flavor. As she continued down to my wet breasts, I found my breath began to deepen and I became more and more aware of our naked bodies pressed together.

Once Mandy had licked my chest clean of her tears, some cum stains, and traces of glaze and savory meat juices, I rolled her over onto the pillow next to me and began returning the favor.

Amber was right, I thought. This girl needs a tender lesbian cum to take her mind off things.

After kissing every inch of her budding breasts, I continued kissing my way down her belly. When I began to taste her nectar, I was immediately flooded with memories.

Eating out Brit. Kissing Brit after sex. Chewing Brit's grilled cunt meat. All these intense memories filled me with a sudden, unexpected lust, so I began making love to the cum soaked pussy before me like it belonged to my girlfriend.

I continued passionately, but gently eating Mandy out until she had a quiet shuddering orgasm. When she calmed, I slid up next to her and we fell asleep.

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In the morning neither of us wanted to get out of bed. We just laid there for over an hour, spooning without really moving. Eventually, Mandy turned and began lightly kissing me.

It seemed like she was getting horny, so started playing with her sensitive little tits until she began to pant and hump against my hip. We continued to kiss as I moved one hand down to finger her, massaging her clit with my thumb. After she had a rather adorable orgasm, we lay still again for a time.

Finally when nature's call became too insistent, we climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. In the shower, I told Mandy what Amber had said the night before.

"I guess I'm still just a snuff bunny, after all," I finished.

She hugged me. "You don't really have to be, do you? You could, I don't know, run away somewhere."

I held her soapy body to mine. "No, this is what I'm supposed to be. I'm just meat now. I know this might sound crazy, but that thought is actually very freeing. I don't ever need to worry about anything again."

She kissed me and then I went back to washing the dried cum out of her hair.

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Later, I encountered Amber in the kitchen as she was preparing a simple lunch. She saw me as I came in but did not speak. Instead, she pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles and then turned back to her cooking. About 30 seconds later she spoke.

"That was a pretty big hint, snuff bunny. You should be between my legs by now."

I knelt and began my implied duties as she continued to prepare some sandwiches. When she was apparently done with the food, she grabbed my head and pressed it to her sex harder. Taking the hint, I intensified my efforts until she quietly called out and coated my face.

Eric had come into the kitchen while I was occupied and had been watching from nearby.

Pulling up her shorts, she addressed me again, "From now on, snuff bunny, you exist for my pleasure and the pleasure of my family. You are Hill family property, so you will submit your body to us to use at any time and in any way."

She picked up the meals she had made and walked over to kiss her husband before continuing to instruct me.

"Also, you will only address me and Eric as Mistress and Master. My daughter you may call Miss Mandy or just Miss."

I looked at her tiredly without moving.

"Is that clear, snuff bunny?" she said sternly.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied quietly.

And that was the beginning of my life as a snuff bunny sex toy.