Chapter 8 Snuffed Muff - Introduction To The Dance
Chapter 8 Snuffed Muff - Introduction To The Dance
The biker at the front of the Bitch Bus was reading the tabloid article with
interest (Mystery of the Disappearing Beauty Queens Solved! Abducted By Space
Aliens! Mars Wants Our Women!). He shook his head and put the newspaper down as
the bus pulled into the warehouse.
The hooded Snuff Stars were unloaded from the Bitch Bus and hustled into the
remote warehouse. Their leather hoods cut off all sight and sound. Only two
small breathing holes connected their leather encased heads to the outside
world.
The Snuff Fluffers were trotted onto the Snuff Wars set first. They were
divided off into two teams, four Fluffers per team, one team with red stiletto
heeled booties and the other with black. Their job was to suck the rapists to
erection so they could ram it into their team's Snuff Queen. The Snuff Queen who
had the most rapists unload into her in a two hour period won the contest. The
other team and her Fluffers would be beheaded. The cameras would capture it all
for the lucrative snuff film market.
Wrists handcuffed behind them, the nude lovelies, hobbling along in their
stiletto heels, were guided by fingers pinching their nipples, onto the Snuff
Wars set. To help establish the atmosphere, the cameras rolled briefly as each
Snuff Fluffer was forced to squat down and had two belts cinched tight. Each
belt clamped one of her thighs to the corresponding ankle, forcing her to either
remain squatting or fall over.
Two rows of four short, thick greased poles were set in the floor, carved like
giant penises, projecting upwards. A towering guillotine awaited it's victim
between the two rows of thick carved penises.
The Fluffers squatted awkwardly, hooded, handcuffed, thighs pressed tight
against their calves in stiletto heeled booties. Once her thighs had been
cinched to her ankles, each pretty Fluffer was lifted up and her thighs parted.
Each Fluffer squealed as she was, none too gently, lowered down and had her cunt
impaled on one of the thick, greased poles.
Once they had been impaled in two rows on either side of the guillotine, cunts
wrapped tightly around the giant greased penises, the cameras were turned off
and the squatting beauties had their hoods removed. There was a bit of noise
when the sucksluts were relieved of their intrusive dildo gags and could vent
their displeasure.
Once the squatting Snuff Fluffers had been, none too gently, quieted down, the
hairdresser and make-up girl touched up each of the sullen beauties so that she
looked her absolute sluttiest for the cameras. Nipples were rouged, pinched hard
and iced erect. Pubic hair was combed and fluffed. They were sprayed with
mineral oil to give them that nice sweaty look that everyone likes to see in a
mouth whore desperately gobbling dicks, sucking for dear life.
While this was going on, the two Snuff Queens, in thigh high whore boots, were
unhooded and made up. They stood, quaking in fear, offstage, awaiting their turn
to be introduced by the Snuffmeister, brutally gang banged and then possibly
beheaded. Neither of them could take their eyes off the massive guillotine with
it's heavy glittering blade.
It was time for the show to begin.
A masked leather bitch in a catwoman costume was the Snuffmeister for the
evening. A smug throaty purr of a voice went perfectly with the costume. The
cameras followed her as she strode masterfully up to the guillotine. She raised
the microphone to her lips.
"Welcome to Snuff Wars! Two teams of whores compete. Tonight, it's The Sluts vs
The Slits. The Sluts are in black and The Slits, appropriately, are in red. On
each team, four Fluffers suck the men erect and almost to the point of orgasm.
Once erect, our eager rapists trot over to that team's Snuff Queen, ram it in,
unload and jerk it out. Then the next one steps up and does the same. It's a
brutal, high friction event. The Snuff Queen who gets porked the most times in
two hours wins. The other has a date with Madam Guillotine here. Her inadequate
Fluffers will be beheaded with a samurai sword by our Masked Ninja Warrior. The
winners get an all-expense-paid trip to a foreign country - a fabulously
expensive vacation spot! They also win some absolutely exquisite jewelry. Our
losers will get a treat too for our Masked Ninja Warrior is a true master of the
samurai sword."
The cameras panned over to the Ninja, who gave a brief, glittering display of
some stunningly smooth, unbelievably high speed sword work. He tossed a
canteloupe into the air, his gleaming blade moved faster than the eye could
follow and a neatly sliced canteloupe fell to the ground. The Snuff Fluffers
paled and suddenly looked much sweatier. On this happy note, the leather bitch
smirked.
"I'll interview the Head Fluffer for each team. Let's see what they have to
say. We'll talk to Big T, the Head Fluffer for The Sluts, first."
She bent down and held the microphone in front of an unbelievably well-endowed
beauty for a nice bitch-to-bitch chat.
"Big T! Welcome to Snuff Wars! You have a truly awesome set of honkers there!
We're talking some serious saline implants! I hear that there's a bit of a story
behind that."
The bound, squatting beauty shifted uncomfortably.
"Yeah. I used to need a 38D bra. Then, after I was kidnapped and forced into
whoring, the boys met a Doctor who said that he could give me implants, no
anesthetic, as long as they could hold me down while he operated."
The leather bitch laughed delightedly.
"He sounds like a real credit to the medical profession."
"Yeah, he was a bird's turd OK."
"So, tell me, Big T. Did he want anything in return for his services? He did
spectacular work. That's an amazing set of breastworks!"
"Yeah, everyone calls me Big T now. Nobody looks me in the face anymore. I see
that your cameramen are no exception!"
This drew some rueful laughs from behind the set. Big T resumed her tale of
pumped up passion.
"He didn't want much for his services. He just wanted to hear me scream. They
videotaped the whole thing. I suppose they sell it to sick perverts everywhere."
The leather bitch laughed.
"Probably the same sick perverts who watch this! Can guys get close enough to
get their dicks in your mouth?"
Big T snorted.
"Yeah. They can ram it down my throat no problem. Trust me!"
The leather bitch straightened up and addressed the cameras.
"We'll see Big T's gobbling style in a moment. Well, maybe not, if everyone's
watching her tits bounce! Let's talk to the Head Fluffer for The Slits."
She bent down to talk to a spectacular redhead.
"Tell me, why do they call you Swamp? Are y'all from Louisiana or something?"
The redhead looked at her forlornly.
"It's because I do the diesel dykes. I spend a lot of time with my face buried
in some bitch's swamp, doing some bird washing. I do the Dykes With Bikes
motorcycle gang regularly. They like my tongue work."
"You can do guys too, I suppose?"
"Yeah! When they run out of dykes, I get to suck cock and gulp down sperm. I'm
mainly a mouth whore."
She sounded a bit depressed. To cheer her up, the leather bitch nodded at the
ninja.
"If you guys win, do you think I can pursuade him to chop off Big T's tits
before he chops off her head?"
Swamp glanced briefly at the sinister hooded assassin skilfully slicing the air
with his glittering, razor sharp blade and shuddered. Her tits shuddered right
along.
"Guy like that? No problem! The only question he'll ask is: how thin do you
want the meat sliced?"
Behind the catwoman mask, her eyes dipped between Swamp's legs.
"Those wooden dildoes are huge! That's gotta hurt!"
"Yeah, it hurts a lot! Thanks for asking!"
"Do you think that it will distract from your performance?"
Swamp eyed her sourly. A redhead with a redhead's temper, she replied warmly,
beginning to lose it.
"Listen, lady. I've been kidnapped, beaten, raped, gang banged, forced into
prostitution and worked over with electric prods. What do you think, lady? You
think I'm not going to be able to suck some disgusting pervert's dick just
because some stupid piece of wood is rammed up my cunt?"
The leather bitch laughed in her face, straightened up and addressed the
camera.
"It seems that Swamp has a bit of an attitude problem! Of course, each of these
bitches was selected to be on Snuff Wars by their management, so they must have
pissed off somebody important. Like most whores, they're basically dumb cunts.
On the other hand, there is the theory that dumb cunts are the best fucks! We'll
be putting that to the test soon, but first, talking of dumb cunts, lets chat
with one of the Snuff Queens."
Dripping with sweat, shaking badly, tottering in her shiny black, thigh high
whore boots, eyes fixed on the massive blade of the towering guillotine, the
first Snuff Queen was trotted out. Muffy looked scared shitless as she was
strapped down on the raping board, arms clamped to her sides, thighs strapped to
ankles, legs spread wide, cunt open for business. She looked up wide-eyed at the
smirking leather bitch and her microphone.
"Muffy, Queen of The Sluts, welcome to Snuff Wars!"
Absolutely terrified, Muffy stared at her, a petrified rabbit. Looking into
Muffy's eyes, it didn't look like there was a lot left alive inside. Muffy
finally figured out a response as the smirking leather bitch waved the
microphone under her nose and nodded encouragingly.
"Uh, hi."
The leather bitch rolled her eyes at this brilliant bit of repartee, but
continued gamely.
"What everyone wants to know is: how tight's your hole?"
Again, there was a bit of a wait while poor, petrified Muffy figured it out.
"Uh, pretty tight."
"That's a big relief to your Fluffers! We've already heard from Swamp, Head
Fluffer for The Slits and Big T, your Head Fluffer. They were both quite vocal.
Anything you want to say to the audience?"
Another pause and another brilliant response.
"Uh, no."
The leather bitch laughed, shook her head ruefully and straightened up.
"She's so dumb that she's got to be an absolutely legendary fuck!"
She gestured at the guillotine.
"Let's have a demo of how this puppy works!"
She tapped the board that Muffy was strapped to.
"Each of the Snuff Queens is strapped to a raping board for the gang bang. To
chop off their heads, we simply lift the board and place it on the bed of the
guillotine."
Six bikers in executioners' masks lifted Muffy's board with Muffy on it and
slid it along the bed until Muffy's neck was resting under the blade.
"We clamp her pretty little neck in place."
Muffy's neck was clamped down. She stared up at the glittering blade towering
high above her with bulging, frantic eyes, a very scared little puppy.
"The blade is triggered by pulling this pin."
Muffy's neck was unclamped and a watermelon was clamped down instead. Muffy's
board was slid back so that the top of Muffy's head was just touching the
watermelon.
The leather bitch pulled the pin.
The gigantic blade thundered down, sliced the watermelon in half with a big
spray of red juice and stopped with an earth-shattering thump that made the
thick wooden cunt-stretching penis shiver inside each Fluffer's love sheath.
Half the watermelon dropped into a basket. An arc of bright yellow urine spurted
from between Muffy's parted legs as she fainted. Several of the Fluffers lost
bladder control as well.
The leather bitch wrinkled her nose at this sudden spate of scattered showers
and grinned as Muffy was revived. Muffy, still strapped to her raping board, was
placed between the guillotine and her four ashen-faced Fluffers.
"Now it's time to welcome the other Snuff Queen."
The other Snuff Queen had been hustled out just before the guillotine blade
thundered down so that she could have a ring-side seat.
"At my side is Socket, the well-named Queen of The Slits! Welcome to Snuff
Wars!"
Socket, a very different beast than poor Muffy, looked at her coolly.
"Frankly, I'd rather be in Peoria!"
The leather bitch laughed genially.
"But this is where the action is, Socket! Sex, violence and sudden death! We've
got it all! Right here!"
"What you've got right here is Sick Pervert Central."
"Socket, let me take a wild guess! You talked yourself into being a Snuff Queen
with that smart-ass mouth of yours."
Socket nodded glumly.
"Yup. Glad you figured it out, Einstein."
The leather bitch smiled pleasantly.
"It's really going to hurt, fucking as many guys as possible in two hours. With
a bunch of guys ramming it in, giving a couple of pumps, unloading and jerking
it out over and over and over again, your cunt's really going to burn!"
Socket's pretty face twitched and the leather bitch knew she had scored. She
was warmly reassuring.
"Don't worry, Socket, darling! We'll ice it down when the swelling gets too
bad!"
"Great! Wonderful! Gee thanks, Mom! Maybe you can kiss it to make it better!"
The leather bitch laughed pleasantly. After all, she didn't have to fuck the
fleet.
"Not likely! God knows where these guys have been!"
She patted Socket's raping board and grinned.
"I hear that you have a real snapping pussy to match that snapping tongue of
yours!"
Socket nodded glumly. She knew what she had to do.
"I'll be sure and clamp down hard for my beloved rapists! I guess the Fluffers
are depending on me."
"Time to strap you to the raping board, Socket! Then a whole bunch of guys are
going to plug in!"
Pretty Socket was strapped down flat on her back, arms at her side, thighs
strapped to ankles, legs spread, her tight snapping pussy open for business.
