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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 asshe heard her mother's voice call from downstairs. "Coming!" she shouted backthrough the open door as she closed the book, turned off the radio, and stoodup from her desk. She adjusted the yellow halter she wore and smoothed herwhite short shorts over her curvy hips, then slipped her dainty bare feet intoa pair of white canvas shoes and darted out her bedroom door with a teenager'senergy and quickness.
As she descended the stairs of the suburban middle class home, she saw hermother siting on the couch. In the overstuffed chair opposite her sat anotherfigure, and Trish's heart almost stopped when she saw the man. It was indeeda 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 tosee such a dark, handsome face close up. He wasn't naked, though, as she wouldhave liked. As she stepped off the stairs and turned toward them, the man andher 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 documentcase 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 theloose 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'ssome news on my application?"
The man laughed, and looked at Trish's mother. "Shall I get right down tobusiness," he asked.
"Go ahead!" said the older, red haired woman.
Trish gazed wide-eyed and smiling at the man, her excitement evident in theway her smooth, soft young body trembled with anticipation. Her breath camein short pants as she listened, feeling it was the news she had been hopingfor the last two years.
The man turned his attention to Trish. "Well, Miss Kendal," he said, "Eightmonths ago you submitted your application for our Intimate Entertainment programto WPI, and have since then completed all the tests. Our specialists have examinedyour results and have found your competencies to be well above average, you'rephysical attributes to be of the best quality, and your tolerances to be amongthe highest we have ever encountered. Last week, one of our client's took alook at your portfolio, and chose yours out of over ten thousand applicantsfor a Grade One entertainment contract."
Trish gasped at the words. Grade One! The best that a teenage girl couldachieve 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 tremblinghands, feeling her dream bearing down on her.
"Miss Kendal," continued the man, "the Women's Punishment Institute is veryproud, and give me personally great pleasure, to inform you that you have beenselected to be a Grade One subject for our client via our Intimate Entertainmentprogram."
"A snuff bunny?" cried Trish, tears of joy pouring down her face, while herentire body trembled uncontrollably, "Is it really true? Am I really goingto be a snuff bunny?"
The man's smile widened. "It's true," he said, "Congratulations! I'm veryhappy for you."
Trish reached for her mother and fell against her, wrapping her arms aroundher mother's neck. The two held each other, sobbing in unashamed joy and pleasureat the wonderful news. Trish could already feel her pussy getting warm andher asshole throbbing. Her dream was coming true. "Oh, Mom," she cried, nearlyjumping up and down while the two held each other, "A snuff bunny! There'sgoing 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," shesaid, "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 eachother. The Trish heard the man give a deliberate cough to interrupt them. "Ihate to break this up," he said politely, "but there is a pressing issue wemust discuss quickly."
Trish forced herself to calm down, and mother and daughter loosened theirembrace. They turned to the man, and listened, still sniffling and crying withjoy, smiles beaming from their lovely female faces.
"Normally," continued the man, "subjects in the I.E. program are given twoto four weeks to prepare for their assignments. However, our client has requestedimmediate service. Her event is this evening, beginning at four o'clock, andTrish'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 aboutpaying for speedy service, and in addition to the one hundred thousand dollarstandard fee to your mother, the client has agreed to pay an additional eightythousand for urgent service. And it CAN be done, if we leave in the next fewminutes. As soon as your mother signs the contract, I will call our prep teamand 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 revealwho they are, but it sounds like they have a good time planned. But, it's upto 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 canuse the extra money from the quick service fee. But I won't have time to callmy friends or make arrangements with school."
"I can do that for you, sweetheart. Don't worry about school," said Mom, "butI know how much you would like to tell your girlfriend's yourself." She smiledwickedly. "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 highschool. "Still," continued Mom, "it's up to you. But you have to say yes orno right now."
"She's right, young lady," said the man, "We haven't got a lot of time. Asit is we just barely will have enough time to get you to the Institute's localannex, get you prepped, and deliver you to the client by four o'clock to fulfillthe contract."
"Well..." said Trish, looking back and forth from her mother to the man andback again, a little unsure. But, then she remembered all the classes and trainingshe took, how hard she worked, dreaming of this moment. She jumped up and downexcitedly, causing her large firm young boobs to bounce and quiver obscenelyunder the fabric of her yellow top. "Yes! Yes!" she cried, "Of course it'syes! 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," hesaid 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 attentionto the second article. That's your guarantee that you will get the standardfee and the quick service fee.
Trish watched excitedly as her mother took the contract and the man handedher 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 allgood," she said, then glanced at her daughter, "Okay, Trish. This is it!" Theyoung girl felt her nipples harden and her clit tingle as she watched her motherput her signature on the each page. At last, the woman rose, and handed theman the papers. He took them, then handed the third copy back to the woman. "That'syour 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 saygoodbye to your mother now while you still have the chance."
Smiling widely, joy and pride beaming from tear-stained face, the girl embracedher mother once more. "Oh, Mom," she said, "Thank you. I am so happy! My dreamis finally coming true!"
"I know, baby," said Mom, kissing her daughter on the cheek and patting herback comfortingly, "I'll miss you, but I know how hard you've worked for this." Shepulled back, and the two looked at each other. "Oh, Trish. Remember that Ilove 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, "Soyou just do a good job for these people, and make that report glow. That willbe 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 reluctantlyparted. As Trish followed the man out to the long Cadillac limousine parkedout front, she wondered if she should ask if she should bring anything withher. But then she thought it would be irrelevant, since she would need so muchas a change of clothes. The man opened the passenger door for her, and as shegot in, Trish turned her head and waved once last time to her mother. The shegot inside the luxurious limousine, and the man followed her in.
The man signaled the driver and a moment later the car pulled away from thecurb, headed down the street. The man made a short phone call, apparently totell the prep team they were on their way, and then opened the limousine'sbar cabinet, took out a champagne glass and a bottle of bubbly. He handed thesmiling, 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. "Youmust be very excited," he said as he put the cork back in the bottle, "andprobably a little horny, if that wet spot in the crotch of your shorts is anyindication."
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," shesaid, and sipped from her glass again. She looked up at the man. He was stillenjoying 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 thatI don't want to, but regulations forbid it, and WPI's commercial division isvery 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 refilledher 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 forwardin the brown leather seat, unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, then drank fromthe glass again as she slipped her free hand into her shorts, under the bandof 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 sideas she fingered herself vigorously. Every time she emptied her glass, the manfilled 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 bouncewildly. The combination of the alcohol, her rubbing, and the jostling of herbody from the car's motion carried her over the edge, and she came hard, moaningand gasping, bucking her hips and soaking her shorts in girl juice.
As the orgasm faded, she could hear the man laughing slightly, obviouslyenjoying the show. Let him look, she thought. She didn't care. She wasn't agirl any more. All that was behind her now, and the limousine carried her toher new, short but intense future as a snuff bunny.
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