Chapter 2 – Anniversary Day, the Bunny Arrives

When she awoke that glorious Saturday morning it was already past eight o'clock, even though Marcel was still sleeping. She slipped out of her nightgown and crawled under the sheets to find his cock. It was quite hard already (he always woke up with a boner), so Ingrid carefully popped it into her mouth and began to suck on it, gradually increasing in speed as it grew harder and thicker, filling her hungry mouth. Suddenly she felt two firm hands pushing down on her head, forcing her to choke on the swollen tool. Ingrid deep throated while she gagged until the grip loosened. When she finally looked up she could see Marcel grinning at her, while still making her head bob up and down on his cock with his strong hands.

He now started thrusting his cock into her mouth again, fucking her harder and harder until she heard him start to moan. Ingrid instinctively pulled the rock-hard cock out of her and positioned it so that it would shoot deep into her wide-open mouth. She knew that Marcel loved to watch his cum shooting into her mouth and onto her face. A second later his huge load was indeed shooting straight into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and almost making her choke again. A second blast splattered her face, covering her nose and left eye. Ingrid loved cum, especially Marcel’s. She immediately scraped the cum from her face with her fingers and licked them clean, it tasted delicious. There was nothing better to start the day with than a fresh load of cum straight from the source.

Now Ingrid winced in pain, Marcel had grabbed both her tits with his hands and was squeezing them like lemons. The pain was excruciating – Ingrid was almost crying from the pain – but the pain was also sending waves of ecstasy through her body, she loved feeling pain. Then Marcel pushed her down on her stomach and spread her arse cheeks – she really loved this part.

Marcel stroked his cock a few times while fingering her hot, wet pussy. He quickly came to life again and stood out rock hard beneath his stomach. Gripping his cock by the base he leaned over behind Ingrid and forced his thick member into her tiny arse-crack. Ingrid felt a surge of brutal pain sweep through her as her arse was violently assaulted. In a few seconds Marcel had his big cock grinding in and out of Ingrid's tiny arsehole, while she howled and moaned in both pleasure and pain. Needing more, Ingrid begged Marcel to fuck her desperate pussy, and soon he was pulling out of her arsehole to ram his huge dick into her sopping cunt, filling it completely with his filthy, throbbing manhood. After some ecstatic minutes of this intense fucking Marcel began to shake and tremble, it was a sign that he was about to shoot again. Quickly he pulled his cock out of Ingrid and she immediately turned on her back, her mouth wide open again, ready to receive another load. Marcel stroked his big cock a few more times as he positioned himself above Ingrid's face. Pointing straight at her, he shot another massive load of cum into her wide open mouth, across her face, and over her hair.

Ingrid loved the feeling of fresh cum on her face, but Marcel didn’t leave her much time to enjoy it. He roughly grabbed her hair and dragged her into the bathroom. There, as pushed her into a squat, Ingrid knew that he intended to use her as a toilet. He pissed on her frequently, ever since he discovered she hated it. She hated piss, the disgusting yellow liquid, but she adored the degradation and humiliation in the perverted act of being a human toilet. She obediently opened her mouth wide when he twisted her nipples hard. Then he pissed on her face and into her mouth. Ingrid swallowed as much of the stinking yellow piss as she could, but gagged out most of it as her body rebelled against the foul odour. She hated its taste, but she knew she had to swallow some to make Marcel happy – and that was very important to her. After she met Marcel, and found out what he wanted to do with her, he became her only purpose in life. His pleasure, whatever was happening to her (indeed often because of the degrading and painful acts she was submitting to), was her pleasure. She would do anything to make him happy, even drink piss and eat shit, two things which she found disgusting.

When he had finished pissing, Ingrid licked his cock clean. It grew hard again and Marcel immediately wanted another fuck. Turning her around, he forcing her to kneel in front of the toilet. Then he took her from behind while forcing her head into the bowl. Ingrid struggled to breath as her head was pushed down into the piss-filled water. Marcel helped her by pulling the flush, conveniently filling the rest of the bowl up with water. Having become very aroused by making her drink his piss he was fucking her fast, ramming harder and harder as Ingrid drowned in the filthy toilet bowl. She desperately needed to catch her breath but the merciless pounding kept her head firmly pushed into the foul water. Finally he released her and allowed her head out of the toilet bowl. Ingrid fell to the floor, coughing and spluttering, as she was at last able to draw breath. This quickly changing to moaning and screaming, as her arse was again being pounded raw for the finishing touch. Soon Marcel shuddered as he started to cum. Ingrid could feel her abused bowels filling up with hot semen – she loved that feeling as well.

As she lay on the bathroom floor, letting the incredible feelings of the fuck-session ebb from her body, the doorbell rang. Ingrid staggered out of the bathroom, glanced at the clock on her wall which showed half past nine, and grabbed her bathrobe as she ran for the door, fresh cum still running down her legs. When she opened the door she was met with the smell of freshly roasted breakfast, and a woman dressed in a smart ‘Girl2Go’ uniform. The woman was holding a tray which had to be their breakfasts, it smelled delicious.

"Two fresh clitoris sandwiches?" the delivery woman inquired.

"Yes, that's right." Ingrid replied excitedly.

"Please sign here madam." the delivery woman indicated a spot at the bottom of a form. Ingrid quickly signed and the delivery woman handed her the tray with the sandwiches.
 
Ingrid stared at the two sandwiches she was holding. She knew two women had just lost their power of orgasm, and probably much more, to allow her and Marcel to enjoy these sandwiches. It was such a sexy thought, she imagined two struggling women, tied securely, legs spread wide, having their sex organs cored out and placed into their sandwiches. She closed the front door and threw her bathrobe away before walking back, naked, into the bedroom – the tray of delicious sandwiches in her hand. Marcel jumped back into bed and she quickly joined him, putting the tray at the foot of the bed before hugging and kissing him.

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After their epic fuck session, and a delicious leisurely breakfast, they only had time for one more quick romp (although Marcel did oblige by choking Ingrid until she passed out) before they had to shower and get up.

The delivery they had been waiting so long for arrived punctually at ten-thirty. Both Marcel and Ingrid, now fully dressed, were sitting anxiously in their living room when the doorbell rang again. Ingrid immediately dashed to the door, while Marcel followed her only slightly more slowly. When Ingrid opened the door a small elderly man with glasses and a smart, if slightly worn, suit greeted her.

"Mrs Ingrid Doden?"

"Yes, that's me." she replied excitedly.

"Good morning madam, I’m from the Snuff & Pleasure Agency. You ordered a snuff-bunny?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Could I see some ID please, miss? I need to verify you are Ingrid Doden before I hand over a snuff-bunny. Regulations you know."

"Certainly. Here's my driver's license."

"That all seems perfectly in order, thank you. If you could just sign here while I get your delivery out of the van." The man handed her a pen and a receipt to sign, then he went back to his truck.

Ingrid quickly signed the receipt and watched the man walk to his delivery van, open the back, and retrieve a woman – no their snuff-bunny. The snuff-bunny seemed to be in pretty good shape – Ingrid couldn’t be sure, but she was definitely neither really fat nor really skinny - and was wearing a plain black robe that completely covered her body. She had on a hood to prevent her from seeing anything, but she wasn't restrained at all. The bunny was also sporting a collar and leash, which the small man pulled on to lead her to the house. The snuff-bunny carefully followed him, taking only small steps to keep her balance, the delivery man was very patient with her, it was obvious he'd been doing this for a long time. When they finally arrived at the front door he handed Ingrid the leash and verified she had signed the form.

"Thank you Ma’am. Remember you have to snuff her today, otherwise you’ll incur an additional fee. Have a pleasant day."

With that he left Ingrid standing on the doorstep with her new snuff-bunny, while he strolled back to his truck and drove off.

Ingrid remained standing at the door, holding the leash of her new acquisition, hardly daring to believe that this was real and not one of her many dreams. She was now really holding the leash of a snuff-bunny, her very own snuff-bunny, that she could torture and kill as she liked, it was finally happening – it was an incredible feeling of power and depravity. Marcel impatiently took over and led their snuff-bunny, still hooded, into the living room, and stood her in front of the cross they’d borrowed from Anika.

"C’mon darling let's see our new toy." he suggested smiling. Marcel was very excited as well, possibly even more excited than Ingrid, but he strove to appear cool and in control.

"Oh yes, please." Ingrid clapped her hands together, eager to start playing.

Marcel stepped behind the snuff-bunny and, with one quick tug, ripped off her robe. She was completely naked underneath it, all her body hair removed. Her skin was completely smooth with a prominent clit and magnificent big breasts. Her skin was also shining invitingly, she must have been rubbed in olive oil before delivery.

The body also looked very familiar – those two firm tits with big erect nipples and that big glistening pussy. Ingrid could swear she had seen this body before, although not in such a sexy condition. Could it be Stephanie? She was hinting at that on the phone, but Ingrid thought she was just teasing. Would she really have done this for her friend? No, it couldn’t be. Stephanie was the same age as Ingrid, while this woman was much older. Yet she did look very familiar. Then Marcel tore the hood off the snuff-bunny’s head and both his and Ingrid’s jaws dropped in surprise. It was Erika, Ingrid's mother.

There was a long silence as everyone starred at each other. It seemed like an eternity.

Marcel finally broke the silence. "This is a pleasant surprise Erika. It seems that you get to attend our anniversary after all."

"Mum!" Ingrid called as she ran over and hugged her tightly.

"Sweetheart!" Erika responded delightedly, as she hugged her back. Her shock at seeing her daughter making her forget why she was here.

"What are we going to do now?" voiced Ingrid, suddenly troubled, reminding all three of them of the position they were now in. She loved her mother and knew she hated torture.

Erika had been shocked when told she had been assigned as a snuff-bunny at the culling centre. She knew it would almost certainly mean hours of torture before a slow and agonizing death, the thing she had always feared most. Her mind now spun as she realised what being assigned to her own daughter for this, to her, terrifying end would mean. She knew Ingrid’s extreme sadistic tendencies well, they had often chatted about them. Yet, despite this, her love for her daughter, which could overcome anything, gave her the strength to accept that she could provide this ultimate delight.

"Darling", Erika said lovingly, "do whatever you had planned. Don't worry about me".

She went on, bracing herself, "I know how much you’ve always wanted this and how long you've been saving up and waiting. I don't want to ruin it all for you. Really, I don't mind. Do whatever you planned to do with me before you knew your snuff-bunny was your mother. You know I’ll always love you."

Ingrid hugged Erika, almost in tears, touched by her mother's love. Could she brutally torture and snuff her? But then her mother was right. Ingrid had waited for this for so long, and both she and Marcel had worked so hard to save up enough money, it should not go to waste. Even as these thoughts went through her head Ingrid was slightly shocked to realise that, rising above them, was the thought that the sheer depravity of carrying out her original plan – to abuse, torture and kill – on her own mother was exciting her more than if she’d been the anonymous snuff-bunny they had expected.

Standing to one side of this reunion Marcel found the situation quite amusing. He kept this to himself however, knowing how much Ingrid loved her mother. If it were not for that fact he would long ago have fucked Erika, she was such a hot woman. But Marcel didn’t know how Ingrid would have reacted if he’d screwed her mother, it was quite a complex relationship between the two. Marcel had fucked Ingrid’s sister Barbara before, but that was with Ingrid's permission while she was on a course (she offered her sister as a substitute to look after Marcel while she was away). But Ingrid’s mother had always been off limits, probably because she wasn’t into pain. Marcel had never worried about it much, he had Ingrid, and occasionally Barbara, for his sexual pleasures, and was quite content.

The situation now, though, was completely different. He had worked very hard for this event, worked overtime to get extra money, reduced his expenses on everything else. They could not back out now – they could not afford it anyway – and Erika was so hot. Marcel decided to get things moving and walked behind Erika to fondle her big tits, she began to moan and rubbed her arse against his cock, Marcel immediately got a hard-on and his dick pressed into Erika's buttocks. Suddenly he felt Erika pulling his trousers down and guiding his cock to the entrance of her anus. Before he could react she slammed her arse backwards and impaled herself on his big cock.

Marcel began to fuck Erika hard, trapping her nipples in a pincer-like grip (as he often did when fucking Ingrid). Erika gritted her teeth in pain, but did nothing other than continue humping backwards onto the big dick in her arse.

Ingrid stood, briefly stunned, watching Marcel and her mother fuck in front of her. It felt so unreal – her husband fucking and inflicting pain on her mother. She watched as Marcel pinched and squeezed her mother's breasts, making the woman wince in pain. The sight of this abuse pushed Ingrid over the edge and she lost her inhibitions. Grabbing her favourite bullwhip she started hitting her mother's unblemished flat belly with it, first softly, then increasingly harder and harder, until her mother was grunting, then wailing, in pain. Ingrid felt she was in a trance, she couldn’t stop, the feelings were too intense, the pleasure too extreme. The sound of her mother in pain was filling her with uncontrollable lust.

Marcel was starting to thrust fast, his heavy breathing showing he was ready to cum. Abruptly he pulled his cock out of Erika and threw her to the ground. She dropped on her back, her legs spread wide. Then he stepped over her welted belly and squatted down, his penis positioned over Erika's mouth. Ingrid aimed a heavy blow at her mother's exposed pussy, making her scream loudly. At this exciting sound Marcel shot his load, which landed in Erika's now wide-open mouth. Ingrid’s excitement overwhelmed her too, and an orgasm rippled unbidden through her body, driven by the sight of her screaming, suffering mother half-choking on her husband’s hot cum. In spite of the pain Erika remembered her place and swallowed all the gooey cum, licking up any that had landed around her lips.

"Wow, that was great", Marcel exclaimed, trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah, it was fantastic", sighed Ingrid, still full of lust. "I can't wait for the rest of it."

Erika remained silent, not sure what to say about it. Although she had enjoyed the perversity of the situation, and the sex, she hated the pain and was dreading her impending doom. Only the knowledge of the pleasure her pain was giving, and her fate would give, to her beloved daughter gave her the strength to go on.

"We need to get ready now. Our guests will be arriving soon." Marcel reminded them both, and he was absolutely right.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.