The Snuff Faire is back in town and this time with more fun booths than ever. It's Friday evening and I decide to blow off some steam so I pack my stuff and go to the Faire. My first stop this evening is at a little enclosure where 4 young girls ready to be hanged. Their cunts and voluptuous breasts are exposed and their cute faces are very alluring. One look at their charming young bodies and I am trapped.

"Hey there, mister! Only 50 bucks and you get to see us hanging! Don't hesitate! You'll have the time of your life killing us!" the one on the far left screams out towards me in very girlish voice.

I am intrigued by her offer, so I get to the front of the booth. On the desk ahead of me, there are also quite a few firearms: a classic AK-47, an AR-15, an M60 heavy machine gun, quite a few pistols, and lots of throwing stuff: knives, stilettos, a few hatchets and even a few javelins.

"If you want to use these it will cost you another 50 bucks, but you'll get to shoot at us as we hang, or before we hang. The customer's choice matters most here." replies the kyosk manager as he sees me marveling at the weapons.

"How much more if I decide that I also want to buy them for snuffing later at home?"
"Once you've paid for them here, you can use them anywhere you want, as long as you have a Snuff Free Pass"
"Thank you! That's great to know. Here's 100 bucks" I say handing him the money.

I grab the M60 in my hands and stare down the sight in front of me: 4 absolutely lovely cunts, ready to be snuffed or used for my pleasure. They don't seem to be afraid of dying or the pain that the bullets fired from this machine gun could cause. I aim at the the feisty one with the green attire and glasses that's at the right and fire a bullet. It's just a tease as it passes right bellow her cunt, leaving a trail of heat that she certainly feels. She begins touching her cunt, getting herself wet. The others follow suit and begin pleasing themselves for their last time, while looking at me with their doe eyes, pleading to be killed.

"Hang them" I give the command.

Soon a lever is pulled and the three ladies are short drop hanged, beginning their (probably) first and last performance. Oxygen deprivation will kill them in about 3 to 4 minutes, but I'll try to make that their most desirable outcome.

I take the one on the far right into my sights again. Her huge tits flop around in a manner most beautiful as she struggles to get air. I gaze at her nubile body for a few more seconds then open fire with the M60. In just a few seconds, a barrage of bullets shreds her beautiful and vulnerable body. Her milk jugs exploded with the first bullet, splattering her mammary tissue all over. It's a shame I didn't get to hear her scream while I rained distruction on her belly and womb. Her ovaries must have been disintegrated by the mighty 7.62 bullets that were piercing her lower abdomen, unabated from their path by her flesh. After firing an entire magazine into her and being careful to only hit her, she stopped jerking around. All of her torso was basically a sieve now. A bloody human sieve.

With that done. I lay down the M60, get a javelin and gaze at my next target. She's swinging sideways, in a way the brings out her amazing round ass that jiggles like crazy as she dances on the rope. I throw the javelin right through her neck, leaving her to bleed out like a stuck pig. This one I'll take home to roast and eat.

For my next target I decide that a bit of marksmanship is in order. I take one of the .45 pistols from the counter. She's moving a bit too fast for me to be sure of my shots, but nevertheless my first hit is where I intend it to be: right through her clit. It gets immediately replaced with a crimson hole that pours out blood. Next up, I shoot for her belly button, but my first shot is a miss that goes in her uterus region, probably in her cervix. I get tired of careful aiming and just shoot the entire magazine in her general direction, popping two into her left tit, one in her heart and the rest in her neck and clavical region.

My last target is almost expired due to oxygen loss. That's a terrible thing as she's not too lively and I like my targets to be a bit more mobile. I grab one of the hatches. I aim carefully and sever her rope, making her fall to the ground.She was the one that caught my eye at first, the one that called to me. I decided I'll enjoy her in a more vanilla way.

"I'm taking this one home. Does she have a name?" I say to the shop keeper stroking my boner from under my pants.
"We don't give names to Snuff Sluts. You can call her whatever you want, but remember...she's a Snuff Slut, she's made to be killed, so don't get too attached. They don't live for more than a few years."
"Yea, whatever.I want the one with the javelin in her throat to be delivered to this address." I say as I hand him an address paper and jump the counter and pick the last girl up, severing her noose and throwing it away.

"Your name is Ray from now on. Come, let's go home."
I could use the warmth of a woman in my life...even though it's just a Snuff Slut. Maybe I'll kill her, maybe I'll keep her. Only time can tell.