Snuff Bunny

On Parade

The ride into town seemed to take only about twenty minutes or so, though for Trish it could not have ended quickly enough. Every passing moment made her more eager and enthusiastic about entertaining her Goddess, Ms. Donovan, by enduring pain and anguish of almost any kind for Her. The lovely young blonde snuff bunny let her fingers dabble in the slug of thick mucus spit on her face that sweet Rene` had blessed her with, and considered the possibility.

Maybe her Goddess would tie her to a post in the public square and burn her tits and pussy with cigarettes, or even shock her with a cattle prod to make her scream and wail while everyone passing by watched and laughed at her. That sounded like fun, and she imagined herself jerking around on the post, thrashing from side to side. She would make her big, firm, bruised young titties bounce and wobble like bowls of jelly. That would be a fun show!

Idly, she pushed a bit of the nasty mucus into her mouth, letting herself enjoy the taste of the sweet sticky slime. It was indeed nasty, and she almost puked. She almost wished she had. It would be so deliciously degrading to be shown off in town to everyone while covered in her own vomit, then may have the chance to suffer her sweet Goddess' punishment for making a filthy mess in the trunk. The thought made her nasty slut cunt feel warm and tingly, and the movements of the car enhanced the feeling. Trish couldn't stop herself. She reached between her bruised, meaty thighs and stuffed four fingers up her dripping hot pussy. She used her other hand to squeeze and pull at her big, wobbly titties as she dug around inside her cunt with her long, slender fingers, scooping out thick blobs of girlcum and then plunging them back into herself.

She writhed and squirmed as she raped her cunt with her fingers. Within seconds, she arched her back and enjoyed an intense, brutal cum. Several waves of delight washed over her as she felt her cunt spasm. Trish felt her hot fuckhole spew out thick blobs of boiling twat nectar. As the pleasure of the moment faded and passed, leaving her panting and awash in the afterglow, the blonde snuff bunny realized she was lying in a puddle of her own cunt honey. Good! Now Ms. Donovan had an excuse to punish her. That would be sweet!

After some time, the girl in the limousine's trunk heard the sounds of traffic, and then the limousine slowed down. It stopped for about a minute, then started forward again, made a right turn, a couple more stops, then a left turn before coming to a stop on a slight incline to the right. Trish guessed that the car had parked on a street. That seemed to be confirmed when the engine stopped. Greedily, she used her fingers to shove the slug of spit-snot into her mouth and swallowed it, just as Rene` had told her to do. She wretched at the nasty taste but still did not puke all over herself. Too bad.

The sounds of traffic continued, and she heard other cars parking close by as the limousine's doors opened and passengers clambered out. Trish heard giggling, and then the sound of a police siren wail above everything, slowly pass by, then fade just as slowly. Everywhere around the limousine she heard voices, though most were far away. A dull 'thump' sound could be heard close to the trunk, then an excited chattering of female voices discussing delights Trish could not make out, but could imagine herself providing.

A dull thud heralded the release of the trunk latch, and the lid swung up. Light filled the trunk, though it was not as intense as earlier, for now it was late evening, and the sun was beginning to sink toward the horizon. Trish looked up, and saw her Goddess, Ms. Donovan, and beautiful red-haired Rene` grinning wickedly down at her.

"Oh, shit," said Rene`, her voice filled with mocking contempt, "the filthy slut must have fingered herself. She slopped her cunt puke all over your trunk, Marsha."

"That's okay," said Ms. Donovan, looking down into the panting snuff bunny's adoring eyes, "she'll pay for it whether she did it or not!" That made Trish smile excitedly as she felt the Goddess and Rene` reach in and grab her by her tits and ankles. The snuff bunny moaned with blessed agony as she was lifted, partly by her sore teen boobs, out of the trunk and dropped like a bag of garbage on the ground.

Desperate to delight her Goddess, Trish scrambled clumsily around to try and kneel on the rough, oily asphalt. But, Ms. Donovan reached down and grabbed her tits again. She then used the girl's sore titties like handles to lift the sweet, bruised snuff bunny to her feet. "Stand up!" she commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am," said Trish sweetly, and she forced her legs to stiffen, still unsteady because she still wore the high heeled pumps. She stood naked before her Goddess, trembling with excitement as she awaited the next command or assault on her flesh.

The young blonde lump of girl meat had only a moment or two to take note of her surroundings. She could tell they were in a small town, perhaps the community's Main Street, judging from the two and three story buildings. Most had wide wooden signs; "Mandy's Shoes"... "General Store"... "Quinton Fabric Outlet"... and others. There was a stop light behind where the limousine had parked, and a policewoman stood in the middle of the intersection, directing traffic to either side. There was no other traffic in the rough, potholed avenue. Beyond intersection, on the distant, hazy hills, the late day sun had grown large and golden, sinking fast behind the reddish-gold clouds. Night was not far away.

Several cars from the intersection honked their horns as the policewoman directed them aside, and Trish heard nasty remarks shouted at her. She reveled in the attention, smiling sweetly. Other cars were parked close, and presently Ms. Donovan's guests got out, all still naked and grinning wickedly as they approached. The raven-haired girl and the naturally curly blonde with smallish tits carried large brown box. They set it down close to the snuff bunny's Goddess, and then everyone gathered around as Ms. Donovan straightened the young blonde girl up. Trish turned her attention to her Goddess, and worshiped her with her eyes again, smiling contentedly.

"Open the box, Rene`," said Ms. Donovan, not taking her eyes off Trish, "Get me the long white nautical rope." The redhead did so quickly, and handed Trish's Goddess a coiled length of half-inch white rope. The snuff bunny smiled, wondering how it would be used.

Ms. Donovan grabbed on of the blonde snuff bunny's tender bruised titties, and lifted its weight by the nipple. Trish responded by thrusting her chest forward, making the soft, jiggly mounds of girl flesh more accessible for the blonde hostess. The blue-eyed Goddess worked quickly. She wrapped the soft rope tightly around the base of Trish's massive titties, three wraps each, then bound them together with a criss-cross loop from one tit to the other. The obedient snuff bunny stood as still as she could while her Goddess bound her soft young tits with three more loops around each tit. The loops were very tight, and they forced the soft funbags to squeeze forward, their nipples bulging obscenely. As Ms. Donovan cinched the loops tighter, the untied bulges of titflesh began to turn blue. Trish felt them throb and tingle, sending many thrills throughout her small, slutty body, sparkling in her tight asshole and hairless pussy, which made her tart cunt honey flow even more freely down her thighs. The snuff bunny's beloved Goddess then looped the rest of the long rope around the criss-crossed loops, and tied it there. There was now almost thirty feet of the white rope attached to the bindings around the blonde girl's bulging and tightly tied titties. It would make a perfect leash, Trish thought, for pulling her around like an animal.

The sweet blonde snuff bunny smiled at her Goddess. Ms. Donovan smiled back, then playfully spanked each of the oxygen-deprived deep blue bulges of sensitive titmeat. Trish gasped, pleased that they were now so much more sensitive and hurt so much for her Goddess. "Oh, thank you, my Goddess," she said, "I hope my tied titties please you even more before you release them."

"They will, slut," said Ms. Donovan wickedly, then slapped her snuff bunny's face once more just because. Trish yelped, and cried as her soft young face celebrated the sting. A wide smile crept across her face.

"Rene`!" called the blue-eyed Goddess, "Now the black tether plug, the Monster Blue, and the Big Bottle! Bring them!"

The smiling girl with red hair reached into the box, and removed the items. Trish's eyes widened as she saw what Rene` handed the snuff bunny's beautiful Goddess. The first item was a very thick, cock-molded dildo of soft blue plastic. Although blue in color, it other wised looked like a VERY large cock! It was almost three inches thick in the middle, a little more at the base, and vein-like ribs criss-crossed over its shaft. Trish gulped and drooled, wondering if she could take it, and quietly praying that she could.

The second item was a large black butt plug with a fairly narrow neck and a wide base with a strong chrome-plated chain extending from the middle of it for about a foot, ending in a loop to which another long white rope was tied. It looked intimidating and painful, which meant it would be wonderful, Trish felt, to wear it for the amusement of her Goddess.

The third item was a large bottle filled with a thin white liquid, and capped with screw-top lid adorned with a long, stiff tube. Trish stared at the bottle, gulping and drooling.

"Relax," said Ms. Donovan, laughing, "It's just milk. And I'm going to give it to you, little snuff bunny, but you won't get to drink it." She laughed wickedly and looked at the big-boobed brunette and a pale blonde with straight hair standing behind Trish. "Bend her over!" she ordered, and everyone laughed as the two women grabbed the blonde girl with the bruised, bound titties and turned her back toward her Goddess, roughly kicking her feet apart to make her stand with legs spread and dripping pussy exposed. A swift punch to the helpless blonde slut's soft tummy forced her to double over at the waist, gasping in pain. Then the two women held her in that position. The blonde grabbed Trish's slim waist, and lifted up, forcing the girl's ass high and the cheeks spread. As her breath returned, the snuff bunny cried as she realized that this position exposed her pink, gaping hairless pussy and puckered pink asshole both obscenely open and exposed.

The two women held Trish securely as Ms. Donovan went to work. She tipped the huge bottle of warm milk upside down, put the tip of the nozzle to the helpless girl's eager, pulsating asshole. Smiling wickedly, she roughly pushed it up her snuff bunny's poop chute. Trish felt suddenly self-conscious as she felt the thin tube slide past the entrance and into her colon. It was horribly degrading and nasty, even more so because it was being done to her publicly in the middle of a populated town... with traffic and even a policewoman only a few yards away. The women around her moaned and cooed as the tube slide all the way up Trish's upturned ass.

There was a slight pause, then Trish felt a slight snap as her Goddess opened the valve. The small crowd of girls cheered as the blue-eyed hostess squeezed the bottle.

Trish felt her face flush hot with intense humiliation as she felt the warm white milk begin flowing into her colon. Having already had several enemas a few hours before, she knew she was already empty, and that her gut would hold a large amount of the liquid.

She gulped and wept. She wanted to fade away as the degrading use of her ass continued. As her gut began to fill up, the humiliation she felt increased with it, and she found herself crying pathetically as the pressure built in her tummy. Rene` noticed her tears, and laughed, pointing at Trish's red, tear-drenched face. "Look at the little bag of slutfilth cry!" she announced, and everyone looked at the snuff bunny's face and immediately broke out in derisive giggling and snickering, pointing at her face. Rene` bent and held the blonde girl's head up, and spat on her again. Everyone emitted still more laughter and hilarity at Trish's predicament. The helpless blonde tit-tied girl could only sob more deeply, awash in degraded misery while everyone else ridiculed her openly.

Trish felt her gut began to cramp from the pressure, and still the flow into her gut showed no signs of slowing or stopping. She wiggled her ass, trying to make her position a bit more comfortable, and felt the warm liquid slosh and churn back and forth inside her. "Be careful, my nasty little snuff bunny," said the blue-eyed Goddess, "Don't you dare let one drop of the milk escape your filth hole! I am giving you a blessing, and you have no right to waste even a tiny bit of it."

"Yes, my sweet, beautiful Goddess," sobbed Trish, and she tightened her asshole sphincter against the tube, "Thank you for blessing your snuff bunny with a wonderful enema of sweet milk in her unworthy ass. I promise, my Goddess, I will not waste it. Squirt it all up my ass! Let me hold it all for you, my Goddess, please! Fill me up! Please fill your snuff bunny's worthless, filthy ass with wonderful milk!"

Trish's face burned with embarrassment, and she wept profusely, tears pouring off her chin as she sobbed. The other women just continued point at her and laugh at her, commenting what an incredible piece of slutfilth she was for taking so much of the liquid.

The pressure built and built inside Trish's gut, and her belly became painfully bloated and distended. She felt her gut continue to fill, then gurgle as it the pressure forced its way into her deepest intestines. She felt her insides stretch to accommodate the massive volume of milk. The pain became sharp and intense... then grew rapidly, causing her to grunt and tremble. The pain became a heavy, searing agony. She sobbed and screamed loudly, letting the anguish saturate her mind and body until she felt like she would explode!

At long last, the flow into her gut stopped, and pain stopped increasing, though Trish still felt like she would burst any moment. "Okay, little snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, "that's all of it. Keep your asshole tight and don't loose a drop, and I will give you something to help you hold the milk inside you." With that, she slowly withdrew the tube of the empty milk bottle from the sobbing girl's tight asshole. A tiny drop of white appeared at the very entrance to Trish's clinched hole, but that was all.

"Yes, my Goddess," sobbed Trish, feeling the milk churn and gurgle inside her gut, "Oh, please hurry, sweet Goddess, please! I can feel it trying to get out! I don't know how long I can hold it without help. Please oh please hurry! Don't let me fail you! I don't want to fail you!"

Moving with frustrating slowness, Ms. Donovan watched her snuff bunny's asshole clench and throb as the sobbing, degraded girl strained desperately to hold the milk inside her. Finally, though, she put a few globs of clear anal lube jelly on the plug, and smeared some also on the struggling snuff bunny's asshole. Then she took the black butt plug with the attached chain and rope, and put the point to the snuff bunny's straining pucker. She put her hand against the base, and pushed. The other women let out an amazed "Ohhhh... wow!" as the tip of the plug invaded Trish's exposed asshole.

The blue-eyed hostess pushed harder, holding the pressure on the plug with the heal of her hand. She pushed until she encountered some resistance, watching with delight as the plug stretched the helpless blonde girl's asshole. She pushed harder, and the plug began to slide in further.

Trish felt the tip of the plug against her sphincter, and felt torn between the need to loosen and allow the invader to enter her, or keep her hole tightly closed so as not to risk a leak. More than anything, she dreaded letting her beloved Goddess down. So she kept her hole tight, and prayed the plug would enter her anyway and relieve the strain on her sphincter, though the pressure in her gut would remain until the beautiful blue-eyed Goddess chose to allow her snuff bunny to release the blessing that tormented her insides.

The pressure against Trish's tight, puckered asshole increased, and she felt the invader start to stretch her sphincter as it pushed passed it and into her colon. More pressure as the massive plug was pushed, then shoved brutally up the blonde girl's slim, bouncy ass, forcing the tiny hole to stretch wide. At first, Trish almost didn't feel the pain as her tight hole was stretched. She was only aware of a solid fullness invading her ass.

Suddenly, the pain became a searing flare as the plug stretched her tiny pucker wider and wider. The helpless girl wriggled and shrieked in agony, causing the liquid inside her to slosh violently and her sensitive, tightly bound titties bounce painfully against each other. More stretching... more pain... more screams of torment as the women around her gasped with astonishment. The girl wailed in torment, and felt sure the plug was going to split her tender asshole apart.

Ms. Donovan laughed wildly as the helpless girl squirmed and sobbed and wailed. The plug's apex as now right at the edge of the girl's ass, stretching her so wide droplets of blood began to form from tiny tears in the snuff bunny's delicate sphincter skin. Grinning wickedly, she drew her hand back, and swung forward, driving the plug the last few millimeters with the heal of her hand. The plug slid forward, and the sweet, pink hole slammed shut around the plug's neck. It was now firmly and solidly embedded in the tortured snuff bunny's cute, bouncy ass! The other women watched the plug complete it's invasion of the girl's flesh, and cheered and applauded when they saw it firmly held in the tiny hole.

Trish felt the massive plug slip the last few hair's widths into her ass, then the sudden relief as her asshole slammed shut around the plugs neck. She almost collapsed as the paid ceased to flare out from her asshole into the rest of her, and now just sat and burned in her flesh. She sobbed deeply, adrift on a tidal wave of pain. Agony flowed from her distended gut and stretched asshole, and poured like warm honey into the most sensitive parts of her steamy pussy. She fought the urge to fingerfuck herself, and just hung limply in the supporting grasp of the two women.

Laughter invaded Trish's mind... her Goddess' sweet, beautiful laughter. It fell on her ears like the piping of beautiful birds and the precious music of a long lost minstrel. Ms. Donovan apparently was having a good time abusing and tormenting her obedient snuff bunny. Trish smiled, feeling deep satisfaction that her suffering delighted her Goddess. As intense as it was, it was worth it. Indeed, Trish knew in her heart it would still be a precious blessing upon her worthless body even if the pain were a thousand times worse. Her heart glowed with love and devotion to her Goddess, and she wished now that she had burst... that the plug hand torn her open... just so she could wallow in her anguish for the entertainment and amusement of her Goddess and Her party guests.

"Now, the dildo,' said Ms. Donovan, and Trish smiled at the prospect of getting her cunt filled for her Goddess sake. She swung her legs wider apart, making her pussy gape widely. She flexed her cunt muscles, making her pussy lips twitch as an invitation to Ms. Donovan to stuff the nasty, slippery hole as full as possible.

She didn't have to wait long. Ms. Donovan used the fingers of one hand to hold the blonde snuff bunny's hair free twat lips apart. Trish quivered with excitement as she felt the tip of the dildo pressed against the throbbing hole of her hot, steamy cunt. A moment later, the dildo's thick head settled against the edges of her fuckhole. She forced herself to relax her cunt, and waited.

The trembling, grinning back of girl meat squealed with delight as she felt her Goddess push the dildo into her cunt. The head stretched her slightly, then slid easily into her. Trish gasped and closed her eyes as her nasty, slippery twat hole relaxed and welcomed the thick, rubbery invader into the depths of her sweet fuckflesh. Trish felt the veins tickle the insides of her cunt walls as the entire length of the shaft, fully ten inches, slid easily past her delicate twatlips and filled her up. As the last inch of the dildo was pushed into her and the women around applauded again, another orgasm crashed over the trembling blonde snuff bunny, pouring into every corner of her body and mind and soul. Wave after wave flooded her sweet young flesh as she came and came and came again. She groaned involuntarily, and slut juice poured out of her cunt around the dildo. It poured in a nearly steady stream from her throbbing pussy and formed a steaming puddle of pale liquid on the asphalt under her.

"Wow, what a nasty, horny little snuff bunny," laughed Ms. Donovan as she watched Trish's stuffed fuckhole drip steamy cunt honey. The other women laughed as well. Trish grinned with satisfaction, so deeply and gratefully pleased to be able to entertain them by cumming so hard for them. The feelings of humiliation had passed for the most part, though the pain had remained even if it was slightly dulled. She felt proud of herself, and relished the thought of the other women looking at her plugged ass and nasty, dildo-stuffed cunt. She wished she could see herself. It must be quite a lovely and exciting show.

The two girls who held her leaned back, and Trish felt herself forcefully stood up straight and jerked around without a hint of grace or gentleness to face Ms. Donovan. She stood there in front of her Goddess. Her big tits were still tightly bound, and were now turning a deep blue. The unbound portion behind her nipples looked swollen and engorged with depleted blood. The stinging tingles told her the flesh was begging for a fresh supply of oxygen. Let it beg, Trish thought. After all, she was obligated to suffer for her Goddess, and therefore her tits had to suffer right along with her.

She felt the liquid slosh like a stormy sea in her distended tummy. She welcomed the sensation, letting the pain in her gut and her asshole flow throughout her being. It was HER pain, and she was bearing it willingly for her Goddess and the guests. The trembling, happy snuff bunny felt more determined now than ever to feel and suffer as much as possible every last twinge of pain as deeply as she could for her Goddess. And she vowed in her heart to wear every last tiny indignity like a fine jewel, a sparkling tear on her sweet, innocent face, so that Ms. Donovan and the others could insult her, abuse her, and laugh at her.

"How do you feel, snuff bunny," said Ms. Donovan, smiling at the blonde girl before her.

Trish smiled with gratitude and adoration as she looked up into those wonderful, fiery blue eyes. "Oh, my sweet, sweet Goddess," she said, almost sobbing with joy, "your snuff bunny feels her gut about to burst and her asshole ready to tear open from the plug. These tits, which you have blessed with such a tight binding, are deep in torment for you, my Goddess. Your snuff bunny feels intense pain coursing into her entire body for you, and I hope that my suffering pleases you and delights you. Oh, my sweet Goddess, this worthless pig of a girl is so grateful to you, for it is you, my Goddess, who have done this to her. Please, oh sweet Goddess, let your snuff bunny show everyone... whole world... what a kind and generous woman you are. Let me display my shame and agony for everyone to see, please my Goddess, please!" Her adoring eyes became drenched with tears of gratitude and joy, and she trembled, trying with her whole soul to suffer every tingle and spark of misery for her beloved Goddess.

Ms. Donovan laughed at the girls wretched begging for abuse, and decided to oblige. "Time to get going girls. Tie that weight to the end of her ass plug extension, and her tit rope to the trailer hitch of my car. And Rene`, put that box back Wendy's car.

Ms. Donovan turned back to the quivering snuff bunny as the other women bustled about to complete the tasks. "We're going to lead you by your tit lead down the street," she said, "because you are the center of attraction in a little parade." Trish gasped and her eyes brightened. "I see you like that idea, eh?" The blonde snuff bunny nodded eagerly. "Glad you are pleased, but you are not here to be pleased. We will go slowly, and you must be sure to keep the rope bound to your tits pulled taut, but not tight. We are tying a heavy stone weight, about fifty pounds, to the extension from your ass plug. You will not let it pull the plug out of your ass.

"Finally, once we start to pass the crowd on the sidewalk, I will use a PA horn to present you. You will put on a good show for them. I expect to see jiggling girl flesh and bouncy, wiggling ass cheeks. Don't let that dildo slide out of your filthy fuckhole! Show off those bruises. Keep smiling and crying, and beg everyone to look at you and laugh at you and treat you like the filthy, miserable excuse for a girl you are. After all, you are not really a girl any more. You are a snuff bunny... MY snuff bunny... and my snuff bunny will be enthusiastic about making a show of her degradation and shame for me. Do you understand, snuff bunny?"

"Yes, my Goddess," said Trish excitedly, her whole body quivering and tingling with anticipation, "I promise I will be a good snuff bunny for you, and put on a good show. Oh, thank you, my sweet dear Goddess, thank you for allowing me to serve you like this."

Ms. Donovan smiled and giggled, and bounced the snuff bunny's blood-gorged bluish-purple titties in her hands. The movement and touch sent sharp needles of pain shooting through Trish's tits, and she sighed, welcoming and relishing the additional surge of agony in her tortured titties.

The other guests finished their tasks quickly, and Ms. Donovan got in the back seat of the limousine while Rene` got behind the wheel. The rest of the guests moved to the sides of the street, about evenly spaced, and waited.

Ms. Donovan slid the sunroof back, and stood up in the opening, holding a large yellow and white bullhorn. Trish heard the limousine start, and then loud music brass-band music began pouring out of the open windows on either side. Behind the group, the traffic in the intersection had ceased, and the sun was settling onto the distant horizon.

Presently, the limousine started forward, moving slowly, about half walking pace. Trish smiled at her Goddess, her naked body visible from the waist up in the sunroof. The car pulled forward, and the loose curls of the rope attached to Trish's titties began to straighten. At last the rope was pulled taut, and the helpless snuff bunny felt a slight tug on her massive titties, pulling her forward. The pain surged through her, and she smiled as it blessed her soul for her Goddess sake.

As she walked along behind the black limousine, Trish felt another tug... this one against her insides as the plug extension was pulled tight against the weight. She tightened her sphincter, and pulled. First slowly, then easier, the weight at the end of the rope behind her slid over the asphalt roadway, keeping constant pressure against the blonde snuff bunny's insides via the plug. Stepping carefully in her pink pumps, careful to keep the rope binding her to the car by her tits, the smiling, eager blonde snuff bunny followed, keeping her back straight and her ass muscles loose so that her flesh remained on display and jiggled merrily with each step. Beside her, along the sides of the street, the Goddess' guests walked along, stepping gracefully and smoothly, almost like experienced runway models.

At the corner, the limousine turned slowly right, and continued down a smoother road lined with brownstone building with glass fronts. The edges of the road met wide concrete sidewalks.

Almost as soon as Trish moved out beyond the corner and into the new street, she heard a loud whooping and cheering, like a celebration. She looked on either side of the street as the other guests moved into place on either side of her, and she gasped with astonishment. The sidewalks on both sides of the street were crowded with people, mostly women and girls, although Trish could make out a few males, standing toward the backside of the sidewalk.

Pulled forward by the rope on her tits, Trish began trembling as the car approached closer to the cheering, applauding crowd. The blonde, tortured slut girl could see the other guests walking past the crowds and waving in friendly greeting as they welcomed the crowd. But all eyes were on Trish, she knew, and the cheering crowds began pointing and howling with abusive laughter as the watched Trish pass, pulled along by her tits and dragging the heavy weight by her asshole.

"Look at the slut!" they shouted!

"What a filthy pig!"

"Those tits are about to pop! Maybe they will!"

"Her cunt is dripping! What a nasty bitch!"

"She's pulling that thing by her asshole!"

"Hey, slut! I need to shit! Open your mouth!"

"Ha ha ha ha! Cum for us, snuff bunny slut!"

"Yeah! Let's see that fuckhole spew!"

"Bitch!"

"Filthy slut!"

"Her pussy's dripping! What a worthless piece of shit!"

Trish heard their insults and obscene comments, and she smiled, welcoming them. They were true, after all. She held her tits high and began shaking them back and forth, making them wobble and bounce as she wiggled her sweet, jiggling ass cheeks. The crowd cheered and laughed wildly, enjoying her slutty, nasty show of tortured girl flesh. The liquid in her gut swirled and surged and churned and splashed inside her. Her asshole felt sweetly tortured from the inside out as she pulled the heavy weight. She felt almost high, lost in her private heaven of agony and shame and intense, seething joy... all for Ms. Donovan, her Goddess, and the other guests... and now also for the many townswomen and few men on the sidewalk who relentlessly hurled insults and abuse at her.

"Ladies and children and honored Men of our town," came a voice from in front of Trish, very loud and partially distorted by the bullhorn, "I, Marsha Donovan, and my guests are here today to put out new snuff bunny on display for your pleasure! Everyone give a big cheer for our sweet little slut pig, Trish!" She turned, and waved at the suffering, bound girl stumbling along behind the limousine. A loud cheer and thunder of applause came from the crowd on the side on either side of her. Trish smiled and stood taller, almost marching with her knees high as she followed the limousine, hoping everyone enjoyed the way she presented her naked body for their amusement. Everyone laughed and snickered and pointed at her, shouting insults and nasty comments at her. It was wonderful!

"Come on, everyone!" Ms. Donovan called through bullhorn, "this hot little lump of girl filth is here to suffer and cry for your amusement! You must stay on the sidewalks, but otherwise you can do anything you want! Make her suffer! Hurt her and humiliate her! Lets see how much we can make her cry!"

Trish remembered Ms. Donovan's directive and smiled sweetly at the crowd, shaking her body to make her nasty fuckflesh jiggle and quiver as she struggled to keep up with the car.

"Look at that ass jiggle!" someone shouted, and the happy snuff bunny only wiggled it harder!

"Watch those tits bounce!" said someone else, and Trish shook her chest back and forth to make her bound funbags waggle and slap against each other!

"Oh, yes, yes, my friends," she called, crying with pain and ecstasy as she reveled in the knowledge that she was reduced now to a display of quivering, tormented girl meat, "Oh, yes, look at my tits... my ass! Oh, my pussy is so wet for you! I want to cum for you! Please, everyone look at my pussy! See the dildo? It's really huge! It stuffs my nasty, dripping cunt! Look at me! Look at my filthy, nasty fuckhole! Watch me drip for you! Oh, yeah, look at my filthy, nasty dildo-stuffed fuckhole!"

Tears of ecstasy poured from her face as she scampered back and forth, keeping the rope taut and dragging the weight behind. The miserable little blonde snuff bunny almost danced all over the street, making her flesh quiver and jiggle and bounce and wobble obscenely as everyone wailed in laughter at her antics.

"Look at how my snuff bunny dances for you!" called the blue-eyed Goddess through the bullhorn, drowning out the harsh brass music, "Let's hurt her and make her suffer for us, everyone! That's what she's here for! It what she wants! It's what she need! So let's give it to her! Let's humiliate her and torture her and make her cry loud and long with rivers of tears for us! She's not a girl! She's a SNUFF BUNNY!"

Trish wept deeply for joy as she heard herself presented and described for the cheering crowd on the sidewalks. It was magnificently true! She needed this... needed to suffer and scream and cry and show off her filthy nature for them.... anyone... EVERYONE... especially the wonderful, angelic and powerful Ms. Donovan, her adored Goddess!

"Look at me!" the slut shrieked gleefully from side to side, "Look at what a nasty, worthless piece of fuckfilth I am! Look at these big, nasty titties! Watch them jiggle and bounce! Can you see them bouncing? Oh, please watch them dance and show off for you, please? What about my ass? Can you see my ass? I try very hard to keep it soft and delicate so it hurts deeply for you when it is spanked! Oh, please, I wish someone could spank my worthless, bouncy ass! Oh, gawd my pussy is so wet! Look at my juices? Can you see them dripping? They are running down my legs! Oh please watch me pull the weight by my asshole! It's so degrading! I love being degraded and humiliated for you! Oh, look at me, please! Look at me and see what a miserable, filthy piece of girl filth I am for you! Am I fun to laugh at? Oh, gawd please look at my filthy body and hurt me and humiliate me so I can suffer and cry and jiggle my titties and ass for you. Oh, please please please hurt me and degrade me and amuse yourself with my body, oh please please! I need it! I need more of it! Oh please, I need it all!"

Trish felt a wet lump strike her face, splattering on her forehead. Startled, she opened her mouth, and a small drop of liquid dripped onto her tongue. It was an old, rotten piece of cabbage. She squealed with delight, prancing wildly as she presented herself for more.

She got it! Another lump struck her tits, splattering the purple bulges with a black, maggot ridden lump of rotten meat. The smell made her wretch, and the sickness welled up in her throat. She tilted her head back, and she puked like a fountain. The thick, yellow-brown vomit splashed down over her body, covering her with her own filth as more lumps of garbage flew at her naked, tortured and filth-drenched body. More rotten meat... lumps of piss-soaked bread dough... wormy remnants of rotten vegetables. The crowds laughed wildly as they hurled garbage the nasty tormented girl in the street.

Trish licked her lips, swallowing more bits of her vomit and nasty wet bits of rotten garbage. Almost immediately she wretched again and spewed, covering her bulging titties with a coating of putrid vomit. The smell was making her ill, and the degradation only added to her joy. She wailed her ecstasy and wiggled harder to make her filthy body quiver for the delight of the screaming crowd. Garbage flew at her from all directions, and she grieved for those lumps that missed her while celebrating the ones that struck and decorated her with an even thicker coating of rotten filth. Everyone cheered and laughed at her as she danced and cried and puked over and over for them until her tummy was utterly empty. She was dizzy from sickness, from pain, and shame bore down heavily on her and she cried and cried and cried some more! She never dreamed it could be so intense, so wonderful, so overflowing with agony and ecstasy and pain and pleasure and sickness and delight to be this... to be herself at last... to be a snuff bunny.

After some time, the limousine stopped in the middle of the street. Shaking with pain and surreal joy, Trish stopped too. She wept deeply, her body covered in rotten garbage and puke and other unnamable filth. Her tits throbbed and ached and stung as the flesh screamed for a gasp of fresh blood. Her distended tummy churned and sloshed as the liquid gorged her like a balloon. Her asshole burned and roared with agony, stretched to unreal lengths around the huge ass plug that pulled the heavy stone weight. Only her pussy still felt pleasure, and the hot, steamy hole pulsed and throbbed around its rubbery guest. The aches and throbs and surges of pain in her body blazed in her pussy, and she spasmed every few seconds, cumming and cumming and cumming again, over and over, time after time until the blonde teen slut quivered and shuddered on weak, unsteady legs. Girl cum poured out of her cunt. She drooled heavily and her nose ran rivers of girl-snot as yellow dribbles of vomit leaked out of her mouth.

If heaven could exist on Earth, she thought, for a nasty lump of girl filth like her, this was sure it. She wept deeply and joyfully, letting the storm of pain and happiness and shame and sickness rage around and through her.

Ms. Donovan climbed out of the sunroof and wriggled over the side of the car, still holding the bullhorn. She approached the filth-drenched girl smiling in misery. "All right, everyone," she called through the bullhorn, "Before we put her away and take her home, we have one more display for you! Who wants to see it?"

A roar of approval rose from the crowd. Trish could barely notice, aware only of the torrent of sensations in her own body, and the sweet nearness of her beloved Goddess. She smiled and wept, too week to move any more.

Ms. Donovan pushed the weak, trembling snuff bunny forward roughly, and giggled with delight as the girl fell to her knees, then forward at the waist unto she lay with her cheek against the asphalt, her back arched, knees wide, and her plugged ass held high. The Goddess pulled the weight forward a little, and Trish sighed as the pressure in her ass eased slightly. Still, the milk in her gut sloshed and slurped back and forth inside her, threatening to finally explode out of her. The filthy, tormented girl groaned in misery.

As Ms. Donovan's guests approached to get a closer look, and the crowds on the sidewalk cheered and whistled, the blue-eyed Goddess reached between the snuff bunny's quaking legs, grabbled the butt of the dildo, and yanked it out. It exited Trish's nasty, steamy fuckhole with a loud, wet 'Shhllorup!' Again, everyone laughed at the sound and watched the young snuff bunny's gaping cunt pour out a flood of hot, nasty girl cum that formed a puddle in the street. The pale girl juice continued to drip from the empty, forsaken and very lonely hole. The slut's twat lips quivered and snapped at the air, trying to grab something to fill the void inside her again. The miserable, filthy snuff bunny wept again, grieving at being left so empty and needy.

Ms. Donovan handed the dildo to Rene`, and raised the bullhorn again to address the crowd. "Okay, everyone," she said, smiling widely, "Let's have a countdown!" She reached down, and grabbed the chain extension to the plug in Trish's bruised and filthy ass, holding it taut.

"Five!"

The crowd counted with her, as did the other excited naked women with her.

"Four!"

"Three!"

The guests moved back to give the crowd a better look.

"Two!"

Trish felt herself tense involuntarily.

"One!"

"Zero!"

With a powerful yank, the naked, big-boobed and blue-eyed blonde Goddess jerked the massive plug out of her filth covered snuff bunny's abused asshole.

'PLURP!'

Trish shrieked with hellish, blinding agony as the plug exited her body. Instantly, the pressure laden milk in her gut spewed like a white hot volcano out of her ass! The crowd cheered wildly as the liquid shot out of the helpless girl's asshole. It soared in bright white blobs for almost twenty feet, driven by pressure, and splashed into the street, puddling and flowing into the cracks.

The spew continued for several seconds while the crowd roared their delight. Trish could only sob and wail in misery as her colon emptied. She wished she could see. It must be a beautiful sight... so much milk flying from her ass, arching through the air for many feet, and splashing onto the road. She had to content herself with feeling the relief in her tummy as her the milk squirted out of her ass for many long seconds with everyone cheering and laughing at her as they celebrated her misery and filthy, humiliated shame.

Again, quite against her will, the filthy blonde snuff bunny felt her cunt tighten and then flare hotly with pleasure, giving her a final intense cum as she felt her guts relax and empty. She wept with joy. This was what she needed... what she lived for... and her delight was only deepened by the knowledge that such a large crowd of strangers was enjoying her suffering and humiliation. She felt deeply fulfilled and blessed to be able to give them an intense and misery-drenched show of her flesh and pain and shame and tears. She felt happy for them, and even more so for the blue-eyed woman who made it all possible by choosing her to entertain them all this night.

The white stream of milk from Trish's asshole narrowed and slowed until all that was left was a dribble of milk from the girl's gaping asshole. Ms. Donovan raised the bullhorn again. "Thank you very much, my friends," she said politely to the crowd, and more cheering flooded over Trish's consciousness, "you have all been so wonderful! I think we have succeeded in putting this piece of girl filth in her place. For those of you who know me, you know that I will quite probably have another snuff bunny party next month. And, if you are all, very lucky, will bring her into town for you to enjoy as well! But for now, thank you all, and good night!"

A final surge of applause rose above the sidewalk, and then the happy, satisfied crowd began to disperse.

Rene` scampered to the car and popped the trunk lid. "Let's get her up," said Ms. Donovan, then she set the bullhorn on the ground, pulled Trish upright by her hair, then used her tits as handles again to pull the filth-caked slut shakily to her feet. With quick, deft movements, she unbound the snuff bunny's tits. Trish gasped and quaked unsteadily as blood surged back into her big bouncing titties, bring with it hot needles of returning circulation. The girl swayed back and forth drunkenly, sobbing and groaning, still adrift in her hellish-heaven of suffering.

Ms. Donovan grabbed the teetering girl by her ears, and forced her to stare into her burning blue eyes. As deep as her misery was, Trish gazed deeply into those beloved eyes, again worshiping and adoring the woman with her gaze.

"Well, snuff bunny," said the powerful, naked woman with the blazing blue eyes, "I am impressed! You really gave them quite a show! They loved it! And so did I!"

Joy overwhelmed the filthy snuff bunny, and she wept anew as she adored her Goddess. "Oh, thank you, thank you," she blubbered, her gratitude and happiness very real, "Oh, my Goddess, it was better than I ever dared to dream. I am truly lucky and blessed to be your snuff bunny this night. It was heaven! I swear it was heaven for me! Oh, my sweet, beautiful Goddess... thank you... thank you...."

The trembling girl continued to bawl like a baby, her joy burning its way through her. She fell to her knees, trembling, her big, quickly recovering young titties returning to their healthy color. She wept long and deep, pouring out her deepest, heartfelt thankfulness to her Goddess, the beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed and big titted Ms. Donovan.

The snuff bunny's Goddess only laughed, having thoroughly enjoyed the parade herself. She bent and picked up the filth-covered slug of girl filth, and threw her roughly into the trunk. Trish felt herself tumble into the compartment, and smiled up at her Goddess one last time before the lid was closed.

The sun had vanished behind the horizon, leaving only a fading twilight as the party of naked girls left the town. Trish wept joyously in the darkness of the trunk, fingering her cunt and squeezing her sore, abused titties as the group returned to the estate.