Chapter 4 – Proper Fun with the Snuff-Bunny

All more worn out than they thought, it was a few hours before they woke up, the clock already reading nine in the evening.

"Wow, look at the time, it's later than I thought. Guess all that fucking made me more tired than I could have imagined." Ingrid remarked, she uncurled from the sofa and kicked her mother’s cunt to rouse her as well.

"Yeah, it was great. So depraved." Marcel agreed, yawning and stretching.

"Are you going to butcher me now?" Erika spoke softly, unable to completely hide the fear in her voice. The snuffing itself didn’t trouble her too much, but the pain, from the depraved tortures she knew her daughter and son-in-law would inflict upon her, did.

"Yes, we really need to get started now. We don't have that much time left. You do need to be done by midnight. If we’re going to do this properly we can’t rush it.” Her sadistic lusts calmed a little by her rest, Ingrid now felt a small touch of concern. Was her mother really happy to be used by her and Marcel as they intended? She knew her mother would find no pleasure in the cruelties themselves. “You are okay with this mum? You don’t mind? How do you feel about it?"

Erika tried to brace herself as she replied, "I...I..I think so. I suppose I’m all right with it. I don't really have much choice anyway."

"Shall we all have a shower before we go to the kitchen?", suggested Marcel, anxious to get things moving. Agreeing they all headed for the bathroom.

Ingrid and Marcel showered together and, after they had dried each other, washed their meat, Erika. The evidence from the afternoon session was washed off and she was given repeated enemas until the water ran clear. Then Marcel led her into the kitchen with Ingrid following, carrying a bucket.

Marcel tied Erika's hands together, and lifted her until he could hang her bound wrists over the steel hook he’d installed the week before. Ingrid placed the bucket in front of her mother, positioned just underneath her belly.

Erika shook with fear when she saw her daughter approaching, holding a sharp butchering knife. She knew her end was close, but that wasn’t what really caused her distress, her terror came from the pain she knew would proceed it in the hands of these two sadists, one of them her own daughter. She had always wanted to die a quick and painless death, but now she was going to be butchered alive – she couldn’t imagine anything worse than that. The fact that she was going to be butchered by her own daughter did not make it any easier either. She loved her daughter beyond words, and would do anything possible to please her, but she never dreamt that her worst nightmare – and her ultimate gift and token of love – could be one and the same thing. Her mind was a seething cauldron of feelings and emotions – dread, fear, trepidation, despair – but also love at the same time. She wanted to be butchered alive if it made her daughter happy, but she did not want to die a slow and painful death.

Bravely she gave herself up and whispered to her daughter as she came near, "Butcher me, darling. Cut me open and gut me. Laugh at my suffering and treat me like a worthless whore. I want you to relish this time and remember that I love you. Revel in my fear and agony. Use my body to satisfy your lusts. When I scream for mercy hurt me more! Kill me! Cut off my big tits and rip out my cunt! I'm just a piece of meat for you to butcher and eat."

“Feel the pain, slut!”, spat Ingrid into her face, as she gut-punched her snuff-bunny hard enough to force all the breath from her body.

With her mother’s final blessing, so beautifully expressed, still echoing in her ears Ingrid’s last reservations were gone. The woman who had given birth to her was now, to this sadist’s eyes, a lowly snuff-whore to degrade and abuse. She drove the knife deep into her mother's soft belly, like plunging a spoon into jelly. Her mother struggled to contain the hurt and bit down hard on her lips to avoid screaming, her face contorted in pain and tears welling up around her eyes. Ingrid could see her mother’s agony and became inflamed still further by the depravity of the moment. She slashed downwards with the knife to open her mother up, until she could clearly see the glisten of her intestines.

“Yeah, you cheap bitch, suffer.” Ingrid hissed as she cut her open, “Bugger her Marcel, rupture this sow’s arse”

The pain of the gutting caused Erika’s muscles to involuntarily contract her sphincter, clenching violently around Marcel's already erect cock, squeezing him to an explosion inside her, already badly abused, arsehole.

Erika’s mind shook at the way her daughter now treated her as a worthless piece of meat. She knew from their many conversations about sex that this was what she longed to enjoy, but, despite everything, it still troubled her to be treated this way.

"Hey, take your cock out, silly boy. I might accidentally cut you." Ingrid jokingly warned Marcel after she heard him moan at his orgasm. She was pulling out yards of intestines from within her mother's stomach and dropping them into the bucket placed beneath her.

"Wow, this cow’s still alive. Look at her expression. Looks like she’s in terrible agony." Marcel said, with a carnal glint in his eyes, when he faced Erika and saw the pain written across her contorted features.

"Oh yeah, this cunt really is something special!"

"Yes she is. My turn now. I’m going to cut off the slappers tits.” Grinning, Marcel took the knife from Ingrid and started to fondle Erika's big tits while she just stared at them both in disbelief. She was sure she would pass-out from the gutting but, to her horror, she was conscious right through it, experiencing every second of pain.

She had felt Ingrid reach inside her and pull out her intestines. The agonizing sensation of her skin being cut open, and her insides pulled slowly out, was beyond anything she had ever experienced. She had hoped that it would end with that, but now she realised that it was only the beginning of her extreme and sadistic torture – and eventual demise. Only the look of delight on her daughters face kept her from begging for a quick death. So she just bit down again and let it happen to her – hoping that it would end soon. That was not going to be the case. Ingrid and Marcel had planned on a long and painful slaughter session even before they knew that Erika would be their plaything. They wanted to enjoy their first experience of snuffing, and the infliction of pain excited them far too much to not prolong it.

Marcel placed the sharp blade at the base of Erika's right breast and carefully drew the knife across. Erika could feel the hot, white pain at the base of her magnificent tit. Marcel looked straight into her eyes while he continued cutting her breast. She stared back into his excited eyes, gasping at the terrible pain in her chest, until it became unbearable and she started to scream – a very shrill scream. Marcel got an instant boner at the sound and sight of her agony and started cutting with even more vigour. The feeling was intense – Ingrid spotted his erection and started sucking on it feverishly, becoming more excited and more aroused with every piteous scream her mother made. Soon she was choking on the humongous load of cum that Marcel shot when he finally severed Erika's tit. He stood, holding it in his hand, his face an expression of rapture and bliss.

He put down the knife and admired the lump of meat he was holding that was once his mother-in-law's breast. The wound where her tit had hung was bleeding heavily, so Ingrid grabbed the salt and rubbed it into the gash where the beautiful breast had been. Erika shook and spasmed in reflex to the terrible pain, and knocked Ingrid – causing her to fall backwards onto the floor.

Getting off the floor, filled now with a delightful sense of anger and lust for vengeance, even if she really knew her mother hadn’t done it deliberately, Ingrid grabbed the blood-covered knife and seized her mother's remaining breast. Ingrid revelled in the moment, causing pain and humiliation really turned her on, to have the power and satisfaction of being able to mutilate such a fine breast into a mere piece of meat.

“Fuck you, you cheap reject of a snuff whore!”, Ingrid screamed, delighted at the extra agony this abuse sent across her snuff-bunny mother’s face. “If you think you’re hurting now your sad fat carcass is in for a real shock.”

She yanked her mother's nipple as far out from her body as possible, until her whole remaining breast was stretched taut. Then, looking her mother deep in the eyes, she slowly sliced off the nipple. She wallowed in the pain, now not unexpected but still causing shock, that she saw reflected in her mother's pretty face. She licked her mother with her outstretched tongue, leaving a shiny trail of saliva across her cheek, then she rubbed the severed nipple across her mother's face, so that smears of Ingrid’s saliva and her mother's blood mixed. Next she placed the nipple on the tip of her outstretched tongue and sensually took it into her mouth and chewed on it. The look of horror and disgust on her mother's face just added to her depraved enjoyment as she slowly consumed the nipple.

“Let’s really disfigure this ugly cunt.”, suggested Marcel. Greedily eyeing Erika’s already battered form.

“God yes. I want to see if this pig can really squeal.”, agreed his wife. Herself wild-eyed and craving even greater brutality.

Marcel took an electric handsaw and began rapidly to saw at Erika's left hip, blood splattering freely from the wound. Ingrid moved to get her face below the stream of blood, so that it flowed onto her. She rubbed her pussy hard with quick, long strokes while she basked under this bloody shower, their snuff-bunny obliging her libido with a scream more piercing than any slaughterhouse cry. When the first leg was sawn off Marcel moved to the other, and Ingrid leant over to continue her perverted shower. By the time he was done her entire body was covered in crimson blood – and shuddering with an intense orgasm.

"Get her onto the table now. I want you to hack off her arms." Ingrid was still squatting on the floor moaning in ecstasy, even after Marcel had finished sawing off her mother's legs, but Marcel’s command had her leaping up, eager to inflict new horrors. They cut Erika down and carried her to the kitchen table, laying her on her back before Ingrid grabbed the meat cleaver.

Marcel pulled Erika to the edge of the table and rubbed his throbbing cock. With no legs on her he had no trouble accessing her exposed pussy, and rammed his tool deep into the hole.

"Hold the whining sow down", Ingrid commanded. Her look full of brutal lust and her blood raging hot.

Marcel grabbed both of Erika's arms by the elbows and put his weight onto them, still pumping his rock hard cock into her blood-soaked cunt.

“Oh god no… please,” pleaded Erika, her will destroyed, as Ingrid raised the meat cleaver and aimed.

The sound of her snuff-bunny mother now broken and begging for mercy was music to Ingrid’s ears, and she felt waves of pleasure running from her pussy as she slashed down. The blade sank into her mother's right shoulder and stuck. She yanked it out and aimed again, then again, hacking at her mother's shoulder repeatedly. Her mother no longer pleading, her voice almost a continuous high-pitched scream. Ingrid drew out the pleasure of amputating her snuff-bunny’s limb, hacking hard but not deep, prolonging the suffering. She shuddering in ecstasy as her mother’s screams seemed to vibrate her boiling blood. Eventually, though, she had hacked off the entire arm – leaving Marcel holding it and with an evil glint in his eye.

"Wow, do the other one halfway only. I want to rip it off her shoulder", he demanded, and Ingrid happily complied. She hacked round her mother's other shoulder, almost cumming with the scream of pain each attack on the remaining arm produced. When he felt ready Marcel told her to stop and, still holding Erika's attached hand, pulled at it abruptly – making her cry out again. He tried again, this time using both his hands. He grabbed her arm by the elbow and yanked at it with all his might, he heard a crack but the arm was still attached by skin and muscles. He took a closer grip, grabbing her limp arm at the bicep, and tore it off with one final pull. Erika screamed and howled terribly as she was turned into a limbless torso. Marcel continued to fuck her pussy, tight from the involuntary contractions caused by his violation of her body.

"You’re about to come, darling. Gut fuck the deformed slut then spray it all on her face."
 
"Oh yeah, fuck me baby." Now overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience, her mind turned by extremities of pain, disgust, humiliation and fear, yet underpinned by a desperate desire to bring pleasure to her daughter, Erika became unable to control her feelings and emotions. She was both moaning from pleasure and screaming from pain at the same time.

Marcel pulled his rock hard cock out of her wet pussy and climbed onto the table, so that he could jam it into her guts. When he was on the table he drove his cock into her gutted belly and fucked it like it was the most natural thing to do. Erika coughed up blood – screaming her lungs out for the last time and cracking her vocal chords – this brought him to the point of orgasm. He quickly pulled out and moved above her face, just in time to splatter a huge load of cum over it.

"Wow, I think I’m done for today", he panted, exhausted.

"Let me get you a drink." Ingrid suggested. "Do you want one too, mum?"

She got no response from her mother, who had now passed out. She went to the fridge and got some ice cold water for Marcel, and some for herself as well. Marcel emptied the whole glass of water she gave him, while she only drank half of hers. Then she splashed the rest of her glass over her mother's face, bringing her back to consciousness.

"You look worn out and tired, mum.” said Ingrid with mock concern, her lust to inflict pain and degradation still strong within her. “Let me help you fix your face up a bit, I want you to look pretty when I chop off your head. We're going to tattoo ‘Slut’ across it and have it mounted and displayed for everyone to see," Her mother was almost beyond caring anymore, she just blinked her eyes in acknowledgement, too weak to say anything.

Ingrid went to tidy up her mother's face – wiping off the tears and putting on some makeup so that her battered face was more presentable – while Marcel fucked their snuff-bunny slowly in the arse.

"Try to smile, mum, I'm going to chop off your head now.", Ingrid giggled, and went to grab the axe that was leaning behind the kitchen door. Marcel pulled out of Erika’s battered arse and stood with his hard cock pointing at her deformed near-corpse.

Barely conscious, but still willing herself to satisfy her beloved daughters depravities, Erika strained her face with her remaining power and tried hard to smile. Even the twitching of her facial muscles for a tiny smile required an immense effort from her, she was so tired and had so little energy left. Worse still, the concentration required to smile only made her feel the pain in the rest of her tortured and mutilated body even more.

Ingrid got into position and held the heavy axe with both her hands high above her head, aimed at her mother's throat. Marcel was rubbing his own cock with his right hand while his whole left hand was pushing into Ingrid's arsehole. Ingrid stood, savouring the slow penetration that was stretching her anus, while she waited until her mother had formed a small, strained smile and was looking upwards directly into her eyes.

“Time to die you worthless filthy piece of meat” shouted Ingrid. Then she locked eyes for the last time with her mother and snuff-bunny, and swung the axe downwards towards her exposed throat. The axe came crashing down onto Erika's neck and cleanly severed the head from the rest of the body. The sound of her beloved, lust-filled daughter’s last degrading insult still ringing in her ears, as the blackness finally took away the pain.

The head dropped over the edge of the table, and would have fallen onto the floor if Marcel's reflexes hadn’t been so quick. He ripped his hand out of Ingrid's arse, causing her an exciting shot of pain as her sphincter ruptured, and caught Erika's falling head only inches away from the ground, scooping it up like a falling basketball. He dumped the severed head next to the now lifeless corpse of Ingrid's mother.

With their passions now almost beyond sanity, Marcel threw Ingrid onto the table next to her mother’s body. His cock engorged fit to bursting as he slammed, hard, into his wife’s cunt. As a final act of lust filled degradation Ingrid grabbed her mother’s severed head and kissed her, passionately, on the lips, her tongue exploring the lifeless mouth. This finally pushed them both over the edge and they came together in one last, shuddering, orgasm.

Fully spent both Ingrid and Marcel looked at each other and hugged tightly. They also renewed their vows of love until death did them part (privately Ingrid hoped her death would be as wonderful, agonizing and degrading as her mother’s). Then they cleaned up and placed the severed body parts in the fridge for tomorrow, before retiring to bed and falling, exhausted, asleep in each other's arms.

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.