Snuff Bunny

Snuff Bunny

By

Robin Lane

Good News

"Trish, will you come down here?"

The pretty blonde high school girl looked up from her history textbook as she heard her mother's voice call from downstairs. "Coming!" she shouted back through the open door as she closed the book, turned off the radio, and stood up from her desk. She adjusted the yellow halter she wore and smoothed her white short shorts over her curvy hips, then slipped her dainty bare feet into a pair of white canvas shoes and darted out her bedroom door with a teenager's energy and quickness.

As she descended the stairs of the suburban middle class home, she saw her mother siting on the couch. In the overstuffed chair opposite her sat another figure, and Trish's heart almost stopped when she saw the man. It was indeed a man... a real male MAN... here, in her mother's house. She smiled happily, knowing how rare men were these days, and feeling rather lucky to be able to see such a dark, handsome face close up. He wasn't naked, though, as she would have liked. As she stepped off the stairs and turned toward them, the man and her mother stood up, smiling. Apparently the man wasn't here for anything intimate, because he wore a plain gray business suit and held a small brown document case in his hands. Trish still felt excited to see him and her mother together, and her pleasure showed in the way she bounded merrily up to the waiting couple, her big, soft teen titties bouncing visibly, hardly constrained at all by the loose halter top.

"Hi, Mom," she said as walked up to the, "What's up?"

Trish's mother beamed a happy smile. "Trish, honey," she said, "This is Mr. Wilson from WPI, and I think he has some good news for you."

'WPI?" asked Trish, flashing the man an excited smile, "You mean, there's some news on my application?"

The man laughed, and looked at Trish's mother. "Shall I get right down to business," he asked.

"Go ahead!" said the older, red haired woman.

Trish gazed wide-eyed and smiling at the man, her excitement evident in the way her smooth, soft young body trembled with anticipation. Her breath came in short pants as she listened, feeling it was the news she had been hoping for the last two years.

The man turned his attention to Trish. "Well, Miss Kendal," he said, "Eight months ago you submitted your application for our Intimate Entertainment program to WPI, and have since then completed all the tests. Our specialists have examined your results and have found your competencies to be well above average, you're physical attributes to be of the best quality, and your tolerances to be among the highest we have ever encountered. Last week, one of our client's took a look at your portfolio, and chose yours out of over ten thousand applicants for a Grade One entertainment contract."

Trish gasped at the words. Grade One! The best that a teenage girl could achieve at WPI! "You mean... I... its going... I mean... is it true?" she stammered, emotions quickly overcoming her as she covered her mouth with her trembling hands, feeling her dream bearing down on her.

"Miss Kendal," continued the man, "the Women's Punishment Institute is very proud, and give me personally great pleasure, to inform you that you have been selected to be a Grade One subject for our client via our Intimate Entertainment program."

"A snuff bunny?" cried Trish, tears of joy pouring down her face, while her entire body trembled uncontrollably, "Is it really true? Am I really going to be a snuff bunny?"

The man's smile widened. "It's true," he said, "Congratulations! I'm very happy for you."

Trish reached for her mother and fell against her, wrapping her arms around her mother's neck. The two held each other, sobbing in unashamed joy and pleasure at the wonderful news. Trish could already feel her pussy getting warm and her asshole throbbing. Her dream was coming true. "Oh, Mom," she cried, nearly jumping up and down while the two held each other, "A snuff bunny! There's going to make me snuff bunny!"

The older woman held still, but hugged beautiful young blonde daughter tight. She sobbed as well, and with no less joy than Trish did. "I know, sweetheart," she said, "Oh, Trish, I'm so proud... so very proud of you!"

They held each other for some time, sharing the joy of the moment with each other. The Trish heard the man give a deliberate cough to interrupt them. "I hate to break this up," he said politely, "but there is a pressing issue we must discuss quickly."

Trish forced herself to calm down, and mother and daughter loosened their embrace. They turned to the man, and listened, still sniffling and crying with joy, smiles beaming from their lovely female faces.

"Normally," continued the man, "subjects in the I.E. program are given two to four weeks to prepare for their assignments. However, our client has requested immediate service. Her event is this evening, beginning at four o'clock, and Trish's competencies show that she doesn't require further training."

Trish's mother gasped at hearing the time. "Four o'clock?" she queried, "Why, it's almost noon now. Can that be done?"

"Yeah," said Trish, a little surprised herself, "That does sound very quick."

"Well, it is Saturday," said the man, "but the client had no qualms about paying for speedy service, and in addition to the one hundred thousand dollar standard fee to your mother, the client has agreed to pay an additional eighty thousand for urgent service. And it CAN be done, if we leave in the next few minutes. As soon as your mother signs the contract, I will call our prep team and they will bring in a few extra hands to help you prepare for the event.

"The client must be rich," said Mom to the guest, "and I know you can't reveal who they are, but it sounds like they have a good time planned. But, it's up to my daughter." She turned to the young, blonde teen girl. "What do you think, Trish?"

"Well, gee, Mom," she said, "I really would like to go, and I know you can use the extra money from the quick service fee. But I won't have time to call my friends or make arrangements with school."

"I can do that for you, sweetheart. Don't worry about school," said Mom, "but I know how much you would like to tell your girlfriend's yourself." She smiled wickedly. "They are all going to be SOOOOOOOO jealous!" They laughed together, and Trish knew it was true. She would be the envy of every girl at her high school. "Still," continued Mom, "it's up to you. But you have to say yes or no right now."

"She's right, young lady," said the man, "We haven't got a lot of time. As it is we just barely will have enough time to get you to the Institute's local annex, get you prepped, and deliver you to the client by four o'clock to fulfill the contract."

"Well..." said Trish, looking back and forth from her mother to the man and back again, a little unsure. But, then she remembered all the classes and training she took, how hard she worked, dreaming of this moment. She jumped up and down excitedly, causing her large firm young boobs to bounce and quiver obscenely under the fabric of her yellow top. "Yes! Yes!" she cried, "Of course it's yes! Take me and make me a snuff bunny tonight! I can't wait!"

Mom and the man laughed, then he opened the pouch and reached inside. "Alright," he said as he handed the older woman the three-page contract, "Here you go, Ms. Kendal. Read it all and make sure you understand. Oh, and pay close attention to the second article. That's your guarantee that you will get the standard fee and the quick service fee.

Trish watched excitedly as her mother took the contract and the man handed her a pen. Sitting down on the couch again, Mom read each page slowly and carefully. To Trish, it seemed forever until the older woman looked back up. "It's all good," she said, then glanced at her daughter, "Okay, Trish. This is it!" The young girl felt her nipples harden and her clit tingle as she watched her mother put her signature on the each page. At last, the woman rose, and handed the man the papers. He took them, then handed the third copy back to the woman. "That's your copy," he said, then he turned to Trish, "We should leave right away... little snuff bunny," he said as kind of a serious jest, "so you should say goodbye to your mother now while you still have the chance."

Smiling widely, joy and pride beaming from tear-stained face, the girl embraced her mother once more. "Oh, Mom," she said, "Thank you. I am so happy! My dream is finally coming true!"

"I know, baby," said Mom, kissing her daughter on the cheek and patting her back comfortingly, "I'll miss you, but I know how hard you've worked for this." She pulled back, and the two looked at each other. "Oh, Trish. Remember that I love you, and I am so very proud of you. You've always been a blessing to me, and now you will be a blessing for WPI's client as well."

"I love you too, Mom," said Trish, "I wish I could share this with you."

"Well, the contract says I will get a report on your performance," said Mom, "So you just do a good job for these people, and make that report glow. That will be sharing enough for me."

"I will, Mom," said Trish, "I promise! I'll be the best snuff bunny ever!"

The two hugged once more, said their final tearful good-byes, and reluctantly parted. As Trish followed the man out to the long Cadillac limousine parked out front, she wondered if she should ask if she should bring anything with her. But then she thought it would be irrelevant, since she would need so much as a change of clothes. The man opened the passenger door for her, and as she got in, Trish turned her head and waved once last time to her mother. The she got inside the luxurious limousine, and the man followed her in.

The man signaled the driver and a moment later the car pulled away from the curb, headed down the street. The man made a short phone call, apparently to tell the prep team they were on their way, and then opened the limousine's bar cabinet, took out a champagne glass and a bottle of bubbly. He handed the smiling, excited girl the glass, and quickly popped the cork on the bottle. She held out the glass, and he poured it full of the sparkling pink beverage. "You must be very excited," he said as he put the cork back in the bottle, "and probably a little horny, if that wet spot in the crotch of your shorts is any indication."

Trish just laughed, and sipped the sparkling liquid, relishing the taste. She knew the wet spot was there, and knew she couldn't hide it. After all, there was no need for modesty any more. "Yes, I am feeling a bit turned on," she said, and sipped from her glass again. She looked up at the man. He was still enjoying the sight of the wet spot between her sleek, meaty long legs. "Say, I've never had a real man before. Do you thing you could..."

The man held up his hand, stopping her. "No, I can't," he said, "Not that I don't want to, but regulations forbid it, and WPI's commercial division is very strict about quality. I'm afraid if you want release, at least immediately, you will have to take care of it yourself."

"Myself?" said Trish, and she emptied her glass.

"Yes, of course," said the man, and he opened the bottle again, and refilled her glass, "Go ahead! I don't mind, and you deserve it."

Trish smiled, drank deeply from the glass again as he replaced the cork, and she smiled. What the heck! It didn't matter. She slid her hips forward in the brown leather seat, unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, then drank from the glass again as she slipped her free hand into her shorts, under the band of her sheer pink panties, and slid three fingers into her hot, wet teen cunt. The motion of the car made her big titties jiggle and wobble from side to side as she fingered herself vigorously. Every time she emptied her glass, the man filled it again for her. Soon she was feeling very high and tingly all over. She pinched her clit just as the car hit a slight bump, making her boobs bounce wildly. The combination of the alcohol, her rubbing, and the jostling of her body from the car's motion carried her over the edge, and she came hard, moaning and gasping, bucking her hips and soaking her shorts in girl juice.

As the orgasm faded, she could hear the man laughing slightly, obviously enjoying the show. Let him look, she thought. She didn't care. She wasn't a girl any more. All that was behind her now, and the limousine carried her to her new, short but intense future as a snuff bunny.