Snuff Bunny

Preparing the Bunny

After some time, the limousine pulled into a parking lot and up to a long low building with several doors. A number of other cars were also parked in the lot, and a white delivery van. Despite the stoned feeling in her head from the champagne, Trish could still read the logo on the side of the van. 'Intimate Entertainment, a Division of the Women's Punishment Institute.' The lovely blonde girl smiled as the man who rode with her took the glass from her hand and the limousine parked just behind the van. Immediately, one of the doors of the building opened, and several young women, looking not much older than Trish, appeared from inside wearing long white coats and rushing toward the car. Trish noticed one of them pushing a padded wheelchair. She looked at the man. "What's that?" she asked.

"Oh, we don't let you walk now until you arrive at the client's event," he said, "We don't leave anything to chance, and we won't risk you getting hurt, not even a stubbed toe or scratched finger."

Well, Trish though, that made sense. Besides, why shouldn't she enjoy letting some one else, in fact a lot of people, take care of her? After all... she was now a snuff bunny!

The door opened, and the man climbed out, and Trish heard him speak. "Here she is, everyone," he announced as big-titted blonde girl emerged from the car, "Our new snuff bunny, Trish!" He presented the girl, and Trish smiled as the small crowd of young women cheered and applauded. Some of them jumped up and down excitedly.

One of the girls, a slim brunette with smallish titties and long legs, who wore red pumps on her tiny feet, pushed the wheelchair up to Trish and invited her to sit. "Hi," she said, her voice happy and friendly, "I'm Amanda, the Subject Preparation Director at this annex for WPI." She put her hands on Trish's shoulders and held her steady as the girl lowered herself into the seat and lifted her feet into the stirrups. "These girls are your prep team. They will help you get ready for your assignment. We're all very please and happy to be a part of your snuff experience, and we want you to be as ready and beautiful as possible for it."

"Thanks," said Trish, feeling very welcome and comfortable here, "I know I am going to have a great time. I hope I do a good job."

"Time's wasting, girls," said Mr. Wilson, "We need to get her inside, get her registered, and then get her prepped as quick as we can so we can get her to the client on time."

Amanda agreed, and Mr. Wilson led the way back through the door. Amanda pushed the wheelchair, carrying Trish closely behind. The other girls of the team followed, and Trish could hear them mumbling and giggling among themselves. "Gosh, she is so beautiful," said one of them, though Trish could not see. Then she heard other comments. "Oh, she is so lucky." "This is going to be fun." "I'm jealous of those big tits!" "Wow, look at them jiggle!" Trish smiled to herself, enjoying their admiration as they made their way down the hall toward the prep rooms.

Presently, the hall opened up into what appeared to be a wide reception area, and Amanda pushed Trish up to the desk. There was no one there. Amanda sat in the chair behind the desk, and turned on the computer. Mr. Wilson came up to her, and handed her the document case. Then he turned to Trish, put his hand on her shoulder, and smiled. "Well, little snuff bunny," he said, "I will leave you in the capable hands of your prep team. On behalf of WPI, I want to extend my congratulations one last time, and say how grateful we are that you have chosen to participate in our program and be a snuff bunny for us."

"Thank you, Sir," Trish said, "I promise I won't let you down."

Mr. Wilson said goodbye to her, then took his leave of the team, and disappeared down the hallway. Trish then turned back to Amanda, and watched as the lovely slim woman typed a few lines into the computer, reading from the documents. "We're almost ready to get started, she said, "but first I have to make sure you understand your responsibilities to our client. Can you tell me what they are?"

"Yes," said Trish, "I've studied it for a long time. As a snuff bunny, my job is to be as beautiful and cheerful as possible for the client. I must allow them to use and abuse and torture me in any way they wish, and not complain or resist, and to make a good show of my suffering for them to enjoy. If they tell me to do something, I must do it quickly, eagerly and enthusiastically regardless of the consequences to me. I must not ask for mercy, and I should, wherever appropriate, beg them as hard as I can to continue to inflict their most brutal attentions on my body."

"That's excellent," said Amanda, typing some more lines in to the computer, "Do you know how you are expected to end your commitment?"

"Yes. At the end of the evening, probably when they are tired of using my body..." That comment brought a few giggles from the girls of the prep team and a smile from Amanda. "... I am to allow them to butcher me alive in any way they wish. I must surrender myself to be butchered, cheerfully and eagerly of course, and continue to make a show of my suffering for them as much as I can right up to the point of my final expiration."

"That's right," said Amanda, "and according to their contract, they must snuff you before midnight tonight, which means you must draw your final breath before the clock says twelve-o-one in the morning. They can do whatever they like with you within that stipulation, and you must make sure they enjoy and are entertained by every moment of your suffering for the entire evening. Do you understand all that?"

"Yes, I do," said Trish, beaming a confident smile.

"Great!" said Amanda, and she pressed a button on the keyboard. A small printer then slowly pushed out a sheet of paper. Amanda took it, lay it on the desk in front of Trish, and handed her a pen. "This is the final piece of paperwork," she said, "It just says that you know your responsibilities as a snuff bunny, and that you intend to fulfill them at the client's behest as per the contract."

Trish took the pen, and looked at the page. Indeed, it said exactly that, and she did indeed understand what she had to do. With easy assurance, she signed the paper and gave it and the pen back to Amanda. "That's it," said the pretty brunette, "Let's get started! Take her back to the salon, girls, and get her stripped and ready for shaving. I'll be there in a few moments."

A short cheer arose from the small crowd of girls behind Trish, then she felt someone grab the handles of the chair, turn it, and begin pushing it down a short hallway behind the desk. The other girls followed closely behind, still laughing and giggling and cooing and commenting on how beautiful and sexy Trish was. Amanda stayed behind to finish and secure the paperwork.

They pushed their way through a pair of wide double doors, and entered what appeared to be a lavish beauty salon with a single chair in front of the business wall covered with mirrors. They pushed the wheelchair up to the counter next to the shop chair, and stopped. "Help me get her clothes off," said the girl who had pushed her, a tall redhead with long, curly hair and ample tits. She was joined immediately by a slightly plump blonde wearing glasses and sporting massive boobs that looked like they were straining the buttons on her long white service coat... which looked almost like a lab coat. She gently took Trish's hands and lifted them up, holding her arms above her head. The redhead then took the hem of the new snuff bunny's top and lifted it up past her head and over her arms. In a moment, Trish was free of the yellow halter, and her massive you teen titties, smooth and just slightly tanned hung free and exposed on her shapely chest, crowned by wide pinkish-brown aureoles with just slightly darker little nipple nubs. As soon as she was free of the halter, Trish could see the other girls quickly unbuttoning their coats and flinging them aside. They were all fairly pretty young girls; three blondes, another brunette, and a dark-haired Asian girl with fairly small titties. Not one had any hair between their legs, and Trish could see their glistening cunt lips easily in the bright light. Beside her, the girls who took off her top also were disrobing, and soon they were all naked, admiring Trish's sweet, flawless teen body and especially her big, jiggling titties. Trish smiled at them, pushing her chest out to display her tits proudly to them.

The redhead, now naked with her own big, bouncy and slightly-freckled titties swinging loosely, put her hands under Trish's arms, and the second girl, also naked seized the waistband of the snuff bunny's white shorts. Trish felt herself raised slightly, and the plump girl quickly slid the shorts from Trish's hips, down her legs, and then off. She then did the same with Trish's tiny pink panties. As the redhead set Trish back into seat, one of the blondes and the Asian girl stepped up and gently lifted her feet. Smiling, they slipped off the girl's white canvas shoes. Trish smiled, knowing that she was now completely naked and exposed to their view. It excited her to be naked in front of so many strangers who oo'ed and aww'ed at her beauty.

Trish felt her excitement building in her, and she wanted to finger herself again. But before she could, she felt hands slipping under her arms and legs. A moment later, she was gently and gracefully lifted, and the prep team girls carefully carried her to the beauty chair, and set her softly in the seat. One girl, the small-titted brunette, lifted her bare feet and placed them in the leg support footrests. Then, she reached between Trish's legs and pressed a lever. Trish felt the leg supports swing out and lock in place. Now she was sitting in the beauty chair, naked with her lovely long legs spread wide and her sweet cunt, lightly shrouded in thin wisps of pussy hair, exposed for everyone to see while girl juice leaked from between the narrow, smooth lips. She felt even more excited now, knowing that they were all looking at her pussy and her tits. A couple of them even licked their lips.

"Okay girls," said a voice that Trish recognized as Amanda's, "Out of the way so I can get busy."

The small crowd of lovely naked girls shuffled to the sides, and Trish watched the Preparation Director step forward. Amanda was naked now as well, her shining brown hair hanging down almost to the nipples of her smallish cone-shaped titties with dark brown nipples. She bore in her left hand a can of shaving gel and a straight razor. Her creamy skin had a light brown tone, and like the others, her pussy was completely hairless. Her dark pink lips protruded out obscenely while her large pink clit, adorned with a tiny gold ring pierced through the nub, vibrated visibly. The sight of the lovely brunette woman excited Trish even further, and she felt her juices leaking from her cunt and pooling around her ass cheeks in the seat as she spread her thighs a little further.

Amanda stared wide-eyed at the golden-haired girl in the chair, and licked her lips. "Oh, wow," she said, her voice heavy and breathy, "now isn't that just a lovely sight?" Giggles emerged from a few of the other girls.

Trish just smiled, and lifted her arms over her head as if idly stretching. The movement lifted her beautiful round boobs and pushed them forward. She squirmed slightly in the seat, teasing the woman and the rest of the team. "Mmmm." she moan, and then smiled, "Do you like what you see?"

"Oh, yes," said Amanda, gracefully swaying her slender hips as she stepped slowly up between Trish's firm, sleek thighs, "yes I do... very much." Without being urged or invited, she leaned forward, supporting herself on the beauty chair's arms, and lowered her face to Trish's big, glowing boobs and gently took one of the girls tiny, rubbery nipples between her shining dark lips. Trish moaned with pleasure as she felt Amanda begin softly sucking, and soft sparks of pleasure darted from the nipple and traced tiny hot trails of delight throughout the young blonde snuff bunny's young body. Trish lowered her hands to the woman's head, and began gently petting her hair and stroking her face. She felt her hips begin slowly grinding on the chair beneath her, and she made no effort to control it. For long moments, she enjoyed the sweet sensation of the woman's quick talented tongue slithering over the nipple.

Around them, Trish could hear coos and moans from the other team members as they watched. She opened her pleasure-filled eyes a little, and saw them all standing around, their mouth drooling and eyes wide as they gazed at Trish enjoying Amanda's attentions. Most had one hand thrust between their legs, fingering their clits while the other squeezed and pulled at their soft mounds of titflesh. One of the blondes stood with the Asian girl, and the two were petting each other, squeezing each other's boobs and stroking their tummies, right down to their plainly dripping cunts.

The orgy did not last long. After a few seconds, Amanda stood up straight. Trish moaned and pouted, sorry to see the moment end. Amanda looked at her, sill smiling. "Enough," she said, somewhat forcefully, "we've got to get you ready in a hurry. But we can still pleasure you while we do that." She looked up. "Sandra, will you step up behind her and wrap your tits around her neck while I shave her. You can massage her tits if you like."

A moment later, Trish felt the woman move up behind her, and stoop a little. Then she felt warmth and soft firmness as the woman lifted her boobs, set them on Trish's smooth white shoulders, and pressed them against her neck. The heat flowed easily from the massive titties into Trish's skin, deepening the girl's pleasure. "There you go, little snuff bunny," she said, her deep voice smooth and breathy, "You just relax and let us do all the work." Trish did just that, moaning again as rested her head against the redhead's chest. Sandra then slipped her hands around to the young girl's chest, cupped her soft titties and began gently kneading them. Trish looked around, and smiled happily as she noticed the other girls continuing to finger themselves vigorously.

Amanda asked one of the girls, the blonde with an almost flat chest, to bring over a bowl of water. A moment later, she appeared with the bowl and handed it to Amanda, who stooped and set it down on the floor. Amanda then used her hand to scoop up some of the warm, clear water, and dribbled it onto Trish's exposed pussy, soaking the hair. The water ran down the crease between her vulva and each thigh, and some down her pussy, flowing between her sensitive pink lips. Amanda then used her hand, then gently but firmly rubbed the water all over the girl's pubic mound, making sure every tiny golden hair was wet.

Then Amanda took brought up the can of shaving gel, and squirted some of the sweet smelling pink gel onto her fingers. She began spreading the cool gel all over Trish's pussy mound, rubbing it into the soft thin layer of delicate fur. The pink foam began to turn white and foamy, and within a few seconds Trish's entire cunt was layered in a thick blanket of white, soapy foam.

Amanda then reached into the bowl, and washed the foam from her hands. Then she smiled up at Trish, and brought up the long straight razor, it's sharp edge gleaming in the light. "Here it come," she said to the sitting girl, "Try not to move. I don't want to nick your nooky."

Trish nodded, and steadied herself, though Sandra's attentions to her soft, sensitive tits made that very difficult. She watched, fascinated, as Amanda lowered the razor to her warm, soapy cunt. Amanda was apparently very experienced, and Trish imagined that this woman's skill with the razor was probably one reason she was the Preparation Director. Amanda moved her steady hand slowly and carefully, sliding the gleaming edge over the blonde girl's cunt, lifting away the soap with each slow swipe, taking away the soft cunt hair with it. Trish could hardly feel the edge cut anything at all. But every time the blade lifted and was cleaned in the water below, Trish could see the bare skin of her cunt, completely unadorned by even the slightest hint of pussy fur.

Amanda worked quickly and with great care. The shaving did not take long, and Trish was rather disappointed when the brunette woman with the razor brought up a wet wash cloth and cleaned away the few streaks of soap that still showed on Trish's pussy. Then she asked Lin, the Asian girl, to bring her a towel and a mirror. Amanda dried the young snuff bunny's cunt with the towel, and then lifted up the mirror so that Trish could see her newly shaved cunt clearly. "What do you think?" she asked.

Trish smiled wide-eyed at the sight in the mirror. Her cunt was now cleanly and expertly shaved. Not even a dark follicle root could be seen. However, with the hair gone, she could see her narrow pink cunt lips clearly. They glistened and swelled and pulsed in the light. Spread as she was, the lips gaped slightly, allowing Trish a rare glimpse of the bright, wet folds of pink girl meat inside her hot, throbbing fuckhole. She licked her lips, and smiled at Amanda as Sandra continued to squeeze and gently twist her soft, massive tits. "Oh, that is sweet," she exclaimed, noticing a thin trail of girl-cum form inside her gaping cunt and leak out, slowly running down toward her asshole, "I never shaved myself before, and now I wish I had. I don't think my pussy has ever been more beautiful or fuckable. I love it!"

Giggles and snickers came from the other girls, and even Amanda laughed a little. Then she stood up, wiping the remaining soap off of the razor and her own hands. "Alright," she said, getting the other girls' attention, and Sandra stood up, lifting her hands away from Trish's soft, warm boobs, "Lets get her into the shower and get her cleaned up."

The women all gathered around Trish as Amanda took away razor, towel, and water bowl. Gently, the slipped their hands under Trish and lifted her out of the chair. They carefully carried her through a wide door, and Trish could tell from the tiled walls that this was an open shower. She expected them to let her down and let her stand to bathe herself, but they still held her as they stood under a star-shaped arrangement of shower heads on chrome pipes that came down from the white tiled ceiling.

A moment later, Lin appeared with a bottle of soft soap and a number of white wash clothes. As the warm water began spraying down from the shower heads, somewhat surprising Trish though she quickly regained her composure, Lin handed each of the woman one of the clothes while the still bore Trish with one hand. There were so many, and Trish felt them holding her so securely, that, although she was wet, she felt rather safe and knew they would not drop her.

Once everyone was soaked and dripping, Lin stood forward, opened the bottle, and held it over Trish's naked body. She smiled as she squeezed the bottle. A thick white stream of liquid soap, looking rather like cum, Trish thought, squirted out of the bottle with a 'squish' sound. It splattered in slippery globs all over her tummy and tits. Lin squeezed harder, covering the young snuff bunny's tits with the soap. She even laughed as she squirted a blob onto Trish's freshly shaved twat.

The water flow increased, and Trish grinned with pleasure as the women held her securely aloft with one hand, and began swabbing the soap and water all over her body. Trish relaxed, enjoying the feeling of so many soft, gentle hands slithering all over her young flesh, slathering her tits in lather and dipping into the crevices where one body part met another. They washed her quickly and cleanly, even reaching under her to gently scrub her back, ass cheeks, and between the cheeks to make sure she was clean around her tight little asshole. Sandra, still near her head, squeezed out her cloth and gently washed Trish's pretty face, making sure every exposed bit of skin below her scalp line was cleaned several times. She even washed behind and around the young blonde's ears, then pressed her finger against the cloth and swabbed the curly folds of her ears, ending with a playful scrubbing of Trish's earlobes.

It didn't take long before the bathe was over, though Trish felt like she had been washed many times in succession. Indeed, her body had never felt so clean. As they prep crew tossed aside their washcloths and held her up to rinse, Amanda appeared again holding three red rubber enema bags with long white tubes curled up and hanging on the side hooks. Trish could see the nozzles, and could see them glisten with the clear lube jelly that had been applied to them. The bags themselves bulged, indicating they were already prepared to be used.

"We have to clean you out inside," said Amanda, "Are you ready?"

Trish nodded, and with the women still holding her up and the shower still streaming, Amanda had Lin hold two of the full bags. Then she lifted the remaining bag, uncurled the flexible tube, and smiled as her team lifted Trish's legs high and wide. Then she leaned in closer, and aimed the tube at Trish's tight little asshole. The young blonde girl moaned as she felt the tip touch her sphincter, then push past it and slide easily into her ass. It felt cold and wet, but it did not stretch her at all.

Amanda then held the bag high, and pulled the valve open. Immediately, Trish felt a rush of warm liquid streaming into her colon. It felt wonderful at the moment, but the bag looked rather full. She watched, wide-eyed, as the bag quickly deflated. The pressure in her tummy built, and she began to feel bloated and full. As steady as the team held her, she still felt the warm water churning and sloshing around inside her.

Just as she thought the pressure was going to become painful, Trish could see that the bag was empty. The flow into her ass had stopped. "Okay," said Amanda, taking hold of the hose, "as soon as I pull out, go ahead and push. Don't worry about the mess. This is our job. We'll clean it up later."

Trish nodded her agreement, and felt glad that the fill ended with it did. She was beginning to feel heavy and uncomfortable. Amanda quickly and smoothly pulled the nozzle from Trish's tight butt hole, and stepped back. Trish tightened her gut, and felt the water shoot from her asshole, relieving the pressure inside her. Around her the team watched the stream fly out of the snuff bunny's ass, and gasped lustfully as it shot several feet and splashed on the floor. The flow continued for several seconds as Trish pushed harder. She smiled brightly. She had had enema's before, but never like this and she certainly never associated it with erotic pleasure. Now, as her colon emptied, she could feel the vibrations of the water spewing out of her tingling pink, hairless cunt. Almost against her will, she felt herself explode with an intense orgasm. She groaned and grunted, arching her back and tightening her muscles with almost violent randomness as she came. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, then subsided as the flow from her ass slowed and finally became a slow trickle.

Twice again, Amanda took a full enema bag from Lin, and filled Trish's guts with cleansing water, making sure all of her insides were clean. With each enema, Trish came hard and intensely, reveling in the sensation of being poured full of liquid that she then forced out in an obscenely erotic spew from her ass. When she felt her last orgasm fade, Amanda had the team hold her almost upside down to let the shower heads wash away the last traces of her ass filth that still clung to her.

"You're still not finished getting cleaned out," said Amanda, "but we can take care of that in the salon." She then led the team, carrying the still orgasmic young blonde girl, out of the shower room. Lin appeared again bearing a stack of soft, fluffy towels. Each of the team members took one, and they gently patted Trish's body dry, making sure to get every inch of her skin. Then, feeling much fresher and cleaner, the set the towel-dried girl back in the chair.

For the next two hours, Trish enjoyed pampering like she had never thought she would. Amanda expertly washed the young girl's golden blonde hair. Then she used a blow dryer set on low heat to carefully dry and style the main of bright yellow locks. While this was going on, Sandra and one of the blonde girls each manicured one of her hands. They worked quickly, but with sure gentleness, cleaning the long fingernails, filing and shaping them. Then they took some small bottles of lotion, and gently massaged some of it into her hands. Finally they applied several coats of shiny pink nail polish and drying them with small blow dryers designed for that purpose. Two of the other girls, the brunette and the other blonde, did a quick but expert pedicure to each of Trish's small, dainty feet.

Eventually, Amanda finished with the young girl's hair, and stepped away. The other girls also got up and moved back. Then Amanda appeared again holding a small silvery bowl, a towel, and a translucent plastic bottle filled with a pinkish liquid. The bottle also had a curved nozzle extending from the end. "Now, I have to douche you," she said with a smile, "and you will be clean... clean... clean... inside and out."

Trish giggled and relaxed as she watched the woman go to work. Amanda set held the bowl under Trish's throbbing hairless pussy, brought up the bottle and maneuvered the nozzle between the girl's sensitive cunt lips. Trish moaned with pleasure as she felt the plastic nozzle slide between the lips and up into her pussy. She smiled and moaned again as Amanda tipped the bottle up and squeezed, squirting the liquid deep into Trish's hot, needy cunt. Trish leaned her head back and breathed heavily, enjoying the sensation of the liquid pouring into her tight young fuckhole. A sweet, fruity aroma came to her, and she recognized it as strawberry. Amanda was cleaning out her pussy with a strawberry douche. The thought delighted her, and sent still more thrilling sparks of excitement cursing through her already exhilarated body and soul.

It was over quickly though, and Amanda held the bowl under Trish's cunt as she directed her to push. The girl did so, and the pink liquid gushed out of her gaping twat, splashing into the bowl. When the flow stopped, Amanda took the bowl away and gently patted the clean-shaven pussy mound dry with the fresh towel.

The final step in her preparation then began. Trish let them lift her out of the chair, then stood her up on a soft pad on the floor, and held her steady while the patted her body from head to toe with soft, sweetly scented powder. Then they continued to hold her securely while Amanda stepped up to her. Lin stood at the Director's side, holding a wide tray with a number of makeup-articles on it. Quickly and skillfully, the Amanda, still naked and smiling, obviously enjoying her work, applied a few touches of color to Trish's lovely face. She used a dull pink blush, dark eyeliner, and also a touch, but not too much, of a soft blue eye shadow. Last, she took a tube of bright, sparkling pink lipstick, and used a tiny brush to apply it carefully to Trish's tender lips. Before the young snuff bunny realized it, she had been completely made up.

"That's it," said Amanda, setting the lipstick and brush on the tray and sending Lin away with it. Then she turned back to Trish, and motioned for the other girls to back away. Then she put her hands gently on the young blonde's shoulders, and slowly turned her toward the mirror. "Let's take a look at the finished package," she said with a wry grin.

Trish shuffled around on the pad, and looked up into the mirror that ran from the floor to the ceiling a few yards away. She gasped as she saw herself. She was absolutely stunning! She knew she was beautiful before, but she never imagined she could look like this. The shining hair, the makeup, her softly glowing powdered body. It almost didn't look like her in the mirror, but it was. Her cunt began to throb heavily as she gazed at the vision, and realized how truly, incredibly lovely they had made her in such a short time.

"Oh," said Amanda, snapping her fingers, "almost forgot!" She motioned for Lin to come up again, and the slender Asian girl approached, holding up a small pair of bright pink pumps. Quickly, Amanda took the shoes, bent, and asked Trish to lift her feet one at the time. Trish obliged, and she felt the pretty, sexy shoes slip easily onto her delicate feet... a perfect fit. Then she stood up straight again, gazing again into the mirror. The shoes enhanced her calves, making her legs, and thus her whole body, seem yet more beautiful then only a few moments ago.

"What do you think, little snuff bunny?" asked Amanda, putting her hand comfortingly on Trish's shoulder.

Trish only gazed at herself in the mirror, admiring her own beauty. After a moment, she laughed merrily. "If I could," she answered, "I would jump into that mirror and fuck that girl myself!" The small crowd of girls broke out in giggles and girlish snickering, delighted at Trish's joke.

Suddenly, the door to the salon opened, and everyone turned to see whom it was. A tall, middle-aged woman in what looked like brown work coveralls entered. Her short black hair was pulled up under the brown baseball cap, and she held a clipboard in her hand. The woman smiled at the small crowd of naked women, but focussed on Amanda. "Hello, Madam Director," she said respectfully, closing the door behind her, "is she ready?"

"Come on in, Claire," said Amanda easily, "we were just finishing her up." The naked Director turned again to Lin, and directed her to go fetch a number two robe for Trish. The young blonde snuff bunny watched the slim, naked Asian girl scamper away behind a divider. The slender girl's small, brownish yellow ass bunz quivered with each step.

The woman in coveralls approached, and smiled at Trish as she handed the clipboard to Amanda. "Wow, is she it?" she exclaimed, "This one is truly astounding!"

"Yes," said Amanda, pointing to the freshly prepped girl. "This is Trish. I think we will get some excellent reviews on her after this evening."

"And why not," said the uniformed woman, eyeing Trish lustfully from top to bottom. Trish did not flinch, but rather enjoyed the stranger's admiration. "No jewelry?" the woman asked Amanda.

"No," said the Director as she looked at the paper on the clipboard and signed it, "Trish is a grade one intimate entertainment special, as requested by the client."

"Well," said woman as she took the clipboard back from Amanda, "I think Ms. Donovan is very lucky. She's getting a prime specimen."

"No, Ma'am," said Trish, trying to make her interruption sound respectful, "It is I who am the lucky one. I have been dreaming of this night my whole life."

The uniformed woman smiled as she tore off a slip from the first yellow sheet on the clipboard and handed it to Amanda. "Well, little snuff bunny," she said, "tonight that dream is going to come true."

Lin entered the salon again, carrying a long blue robe. She handed it to Amanda, and the Director then opened it and wrapped it around Trish. The dark blue satin robe had no arms, and Trish had to fold her hands under her tits as Amanda drew it around her and tied the belt loosely about her waist. The shimmering satin completely covered Trish's body, but she could tell it could be easily and quickly removed.

Amanda had Sandra bring over the wheelchair again, and Trish sat in it, making herself comfortable quickly. In a few moments, Amanda was rolling the wheelchair toward the door, pushing Trish behind the uniformed woman, whom Trish guessed was charged with delivering her to the client, out into and down the hall. The small crowd of nude, giggling girls followed. Some of them commented on how lovely Trish looked, and how they hoped they would be so lucky one day.

They all followed the delivery woman down the corridor and outside, where the sun was now much lower than it was when Trish arrived. She led them over to the parked white van, and opened the rear doors. The inside was comfortably upholstered, and a bright light gleamed from the ceiling. The driver turned to Trish. "Okay, little snuff bunny," she said, "Let's get you to the client."

Amanda and Sandra helped Trish to her feet, and steadied her as she stepped up into the van. "Goodbye, Trish, you sweet little snuff bunny," she said, "It's been fun preparing you. Don't let it all go to waist."

"I won't," Trish replied as she moved toward the front of the van, which was separated from the cab by a wall with a sliding window. She looked back at the crowd of smiling naked girls as they waved at her. "I promise I will make you proud," she said, and blew the crowd a kiss. Just as the driver closed the doors, she saw Amanda wink at her. Then the doors slammed shut, and Trish could hear cheerful calls of "goodbye, snuff bunny," and "have fun!" Slowly, the sounds faded.

A moment later, Trish heard the metallic scraping as the driver's door was being opened, then a moment of jostling which caused her heavy boobs to sway under the satin, brushing against her manicured fingers, then the slam of the door closing. A second later, the sliding door on the cab wall slid aside, and the driver peered in, holding a large printed card up and offering it to her. Amanda reached out through the gap in the robe, and took the card. "That is the speech you are to make to introduce yourself," she said, "It's about an hours drive out to the clients place, and it's pretty short. You shouldn't have any trouble memorizing it by the time we get there."

"Thank you," said Trish, beaming a sweet smile as she held the card, "I'll have it committed to memory in no time. I just hope that I don't get too excited and forget it."

They both laughed, then the driver slid the window shut, and Trish was left alone in the back of the windowless van, looking at the card. She heard the engine start up, and a moment later the van lurched slightly, then sped up smoothly. At last she was on her way.

Trish held up the card and read the first line.

"Lady Donovan, and honored guests..." she said out loud as the van continued to speed forward, taking her to her destiny.