Chapter 11 - Snuff Wars - The Losers
The Sluts were in total panic. Big T, her pretty face and titanic tits dripping
with peckersnot, had the haunted look of a beauty who had, quite literally,
blown it for everyone. The leather bitch showed her usual warm sympathy.
"Wow! You look like someone who lost a mayonnaise fight! How did it feel having
all those guys unload on you instead of in Queen Muffy?"
Big T's lips were swollen. Two hours of blow jobs will do that. She spoke with
difficulty.
"Please! I'll do anything! Don't kill us! Please!"
The leather bitch stood. She liked cozy little chats. Stupid pleadings from
those with nothing to offer didn't interest her.
"We'll give each of the winners a ringside seat."
The Fluffers for The Slits groaned and sobbed as they were pulled off their
poles. Each Slit Fluffer was tied, kneeling, behind a squatting Fluffer for The
Sluts. A black studded leather belt, cinched tight around both their waists,
clamped a Slit to a Slut so that each Slit's breasts were crushed against a
doomed Slut's back.
Muffy's raping board was lifted up and her neck clamped, once more, under the
guillotine blade. Socket was tied face down on top of Muffy so that they were
tit to tit and muff to muff. Socket's contorted face was pressed tightly against
the board that clamped down Muffy's pale white throat, only an inch of board
separating her face from the descending blade. She was going to feel Muffy's
decapitation up close and personal.
The screaming began in earnest as the Masked Ninja Warrior moved along the line
of squatting Slut Fluffers, his samurai blade a blur, skillfully removing the
very tips of their teats. Then he got serious.
He moved down the line, shaving right to the bone, neatly debreasting each
shreiking Slut with two quick slices, each breast landing neatly with a wet
plop, face up. Saving the best until last, his blade sliced upwards in a further
demonstration of his skill as a true Master Swordsman. Big T's tits
summersaulted high in the air. Their saline sacks popped free. While still in
the air, the flashing samurai blade burst them like the water balloons they
were.
Once more, he moved down the line of frantically shreiking Sluts. Behind every
shreiking Slut, there was a shreiking Slit, feeling every quiver, shudder and
jerk. A skilful flick of the glittering, razor sharp blade. Taut bare bellies
slit open. Bloody intestines spilled out, trailing grossly to the ground in a
tangled mess of guts. Slits and Sluts were shreiking like madwomen.
One last time he moved down the line, slicing off their heads, sending them
tumbling high in the air. The slashing blade narrowly missed the kneeling Slit
behind. He made sure that each spurting neck sprayed it's blood in powerful
heartbeat squirts into the face of the kneeling, puking Slit behind, drenching
the hysterical lovelies thoroughly in bright red arterial blood.
The leather bitch grinned and turned expectantly to the towering guillotine and
the two screaming beauties clamped in an obscene embrace.
"And now for the Grand Finale!"
She paused dramatically and pulled the pin.
The blade thundered down. Muffy was cut off in mid-scream as her head fell into
the basket. Socket shreiked dementedly as Muffy's blood surged out her neck,
bounced off the blade and flooded over Socket's head and shoulders.
The leather bitch reached into the basket and pulled out Muffy's pretty head.
The eyelids blinked. Her lips opened to emit a soundless shreik and then began
mouthing silent obscenities. The leather bitch laughed delightedly.
"NOW she figures out something to say! You lip readers can tell that it's none
too flattering, too!"
The lights went out in Muffy's eyes. The leather bitch tossed her head back
into the basket and did her Porky Pig imitation.
"Budee! Budee! Budee! That's all, folks!"
