Chapter 3 – The Snuff-Bunny Shocks the Party

Ingrid hurried into the kitchen to finish preparing the food she had made the night before, her mother slipping on her robe and following to help. Together they made a fresh salad, and Erika made her special salad dressing. They finished just in time for the guests to arrive.

The doorbell rang, and the first people arrived, just as they finished decorating the table and arranging the cutlery. All of their guests were punctual. All of them curious and excited about the snuff-bunny.

Anika was the last to arrive and immediately rushed into the living room, where her cross was now standing, and looked around excitedly.

"Where is she? Where’s the snuff-bunny?" she asked. Her excitement almost bursting out of her.

Ingrid called everyone together before springing the surprise on her friends.

"Come on everybody, gather round. I want to show you our special snuff-bunny."

Immediately everyone gathered around the cross, excited to see the snuff-bunny. None of them had ever seen a live snuff-bunny up close and personal before. They were all thrilled to be getting a first glimpse of the woman who would die for their friends’ pleasure that night.

"May I introduce our snuff-bunny to you." Ingrid began. "Mother, come over here and take off your clothes again." she gestured to her mother.

Everyone’s jaws dropped. Ingrid enjoyed watching her friend's stunned expressions.

"I believe most of you already know my mother, our snuff-bunny!"

Her friends, in particular Anika, looked at her, and then her mother Erika, in awe and disbelief.

"You’re all welcome to whip and fuck her, but do have some food first, I know I’m starving."

Ingrid tied her mother's hands tightly to the cross, then she joined those friends who wanted to get some food. Meanwhile others, including Anika, stayed behind to give her mother a good whipping. Ingrid ate her lunch while listening with rising pleasure to her mother’s increasing screams of pain. She chatted with her friends, all of whom were dying to know how she had managed to get her own mother as a snuff-bunny, about how she felt about snuffing her.

"This is so wicked," her friend Sarah said. "I never thought of snuffing my own mother, but, you know, the thought of it does really turn me on too. I think that's what I'm going to do when I save up enough money."

"Yeah, you wicked bitch. Are you planning on snuffing your sister as well? You’ve probably already planned it, right? You really are something else. Just amazing." Her friend Helen gushed with admiration.

For the rest of the afternoon their friends, men and women both, carried on torturing Erika. Knowing they had the snuff-bunny for the whole day, Marcel took the opportunity to fuck all of Ingrid's girlfriends, while most of his friends took their chance to gang-bang Ingrid. All of their friends took the chance to torture Erika.

Finally, late in the afternoon, their guests were exhausted and left for the day. Things might have turned out a little differently than Ingrid had planned, but she wasn’t complaining. She had really enjoyed being gang-banged and brutalized by all of Marcel's friends, all the while thinking about snuffing her own mother. Erika’s screaming and whimpering had been providing an erotic soundtrack all afternoon, it was a real turn on and allowed Ingrid to orgasm repeatedly. Ingrid’s back was covered with scratches and welts that would take several days to heal, her buttocks were bright red with purple bruises shining through. Her face glowed crimson she’d been slapped so many times. She put some ice on her cheeks to cool them while she admired her snuff-bunny hanging from the cross.

Marcel had also had a very enjoyable afternoon. He’d got to fuck all of Ingrid's girlfriends. Since most of them were masochistic bitches as well he could hurt them until they screamed in pain, a sound which always made him rock hard.

Their friends, when not entertaining their hosts, had certainly had their fun with Erika, the snuff-bunny. Red stripes and welts, some of them weeping blood, now covered most of her body. Knitting needles had been stuck through her breasts, thighs and buttocks (and even one though her cheeks). One of her hands was now nailed to the cross. Blood ran down her legs from where her bowels had been torn during a particularly cruel fisting – mixing with an answering stream of semen from her well-fucked pussy. Her stomach showed the bruised result of a violent belly punching session that Anika had started.

The fun had gone on so long that there wasn’t enough time left to turn Ingrid's mother into a romantic dinner for just the two of them that night. Instead Ingrid and Marcel decided to invite their friends back the following day for a banquet of freshly roasted long pork.

"Come back tomorrow evening. We’re still butchering her tonight so you’ll be able to taste some fresh girl meat, and see if you admire Marcel's cooking skills as much as I do." she told all her guests before they left.

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Ingrid, with an added touch of cruelty that revealed to her how far she had already come, held up a mirror so that her mother could see what had happened already to her once near-perfect body. The sight shocked Erika to fresh tears but, seeing the look of pure pleasure on her daughters face that her degradation was bringing, her love broke through and she even managed a small smile as she whispered, “I love you darling. Enjoy me.”

Marcel and Ingrid were both tired from the endless fucking they had had all day, and felt the need to lie down for an hour or two. Erika was exhausted as well – from the pain, and the screaming, and the writhing. They cut her down from the cross and left her lying on the floor before cuddling together for a nap.

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.