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 Tags: Doctor Who, Amy Pond, Martha Jones, Prostitution, Willing, Dominant
and Submissive, D/s, Medical play, scalpel, F/F, racist roleplay (black
woman towards white woman), Trophies, Oral, Womb Play, Debreasting, snuff.

   Amy Pond: Naughty Nurse Snuff-O-Gram

   "Hello..." Amy called out as she rang the doorbell of the
expensive-looking London apartment.  "I have a delivery for Dr.  Martha
Jones from a Mr.  Mickey Smith." Amy's stomach felt like it was filled with
butterflies.  She'd worked for her company as a Kiss-o-Gram for several
months, but this week, she'd wanted something more out of her job, so she'd
signed up for the "special service" section of the company's catalog. 
She'd assumed she'd be ordered for sex at least once before someone paid
out the money to afford the most expensive service she offered, but to her
surprise, it hadn't even taken a whole week.  This was Amy's first, and, a
large part of her was hoping, her last call for special services.

   The door opened and a black lady around Amy's own age stood behind it in
a black v-neck shirt that revealed a fair amount of cleavage, as well as
the fact that the woman wasn't wearing any sort of bra.  The apartment
owner was also wearing a pair of form -fitting jeans which cupped the
curves of her bountiful ass.

   "A package?  Mickey didn't mention he was sending me anything?" The
lady, Martha, asked surprised as she took in what her "delivery girl" was
wearing.

   Amy was dressed as a nurse.  A naughty nurse.  She wore a pair of white
stiletto heels and a nurse's cap on her head.  Her legs were covered by a
pair of white silk stockings, and hints of garters disappeared up past the
high hem of her white dress hinting at attachment to a garter-belt.  The
dress was white, with a long red zipper trailing down the front and a pair
of red bands circling the short sleeves just above the cuffs.  Amy's auburn
hair had was long with just a hint of curls and it had been tossed in front
of one shoulder.  She had cocked her hip, and her hand was now resting on
it as she bit her lip in her best "fuck me" pout.  Her green eyes giving
the other girl her best "come hither" look.  Her free hand, the one not on
her hip, was loosely holding a scalpel.  Amy knew she only had one chance
at this, so she planned to do it right.

   "Oh!" Martha remarked, surprised.  "I guess Mickey remembered what I
told him after all?" Martha asked, as she stepped back to the side of the
door to let Amy pass.  "But, just to make sure I'm not confused," Martha
said, shutting the door behind Amy as the red-head sauntered inside. 
Martha's eyes lingered on the other girl's flat ass.  "Who are you, and why
are you here?"

   Amy's heart felt like it was trying to strangle her, and she was pretty
sure that her nerves were visible in her eyes, if not in her body language,
but she managed her next line without stuttering anyway.

   "I'm Amy Pond, Nurse Amy, and Mickey Smith sent me to you as a
Snuff-o-gram."

   Martha's eyes lit up and she grinned happily, her mile tinged with just
a hint of lust.  "A naughty nurse snuff-o-gram?" the dark-skinned lady
asked delighted.  "He really was listening!  Oh, I can't wait to play with
you, I've been dreaming of this for months."

   "Whatever you want to do to me, you can," Amy assured the eager doctor.
"I'm yours for the whole day.  Yours to fuck.  Yours to snuff.  You can
even keep any souvenirs you take from me, but if I'm still alive once
you're done with me you can't keep me." Amy paused.  "A snuff-o-gram is all
in good fun, but sex slavery is still illegal here in Great Britain." Amy
explained.

   Martha stepped forward and stroked Amy's cheek.  "You have freckles..."
Martha stated softly.  "Do they go all the way down?" She asked.

   Amy's eyes flicked to the zipper of her dress.  "You can find out, if
you want to?" She asked, breathily.

   Amy didn't know what the other woman had planned for her yet.  She knew
that some snuff-o-grams survived, but they almost never did so whole.  They
came back missing legs, or tongues, or tits, or in one case that Amy knew
of, being sent back to the agency blinded, mute, and missing all of her
limbs; reduced to a mere fuck doll.  Amy remembered her photo hanging in
the lobby as 'employee of the month.'

   "I think I will." Martha grinned, grabbing the zipper and slowly pulling
it down.  Martha's eyes traced her gift's body, trailing down her neck,
tracing her collar bone until she reached Amy's breasts.

   They were small.  B-cups, but not quite as large as Martha's own pair,
and they were flecked with a light dusting of freckles all the way down the
tops till they reached Amy's nipples.  The breasts themselves were held in
a Lacy white half cup bra which only covered the bottom half of her
nipples. And even then only barely.

   Martha smiled.  She'd enjoy taking those from this girl.

   The doctor pulled the zipper down until it hit the bottom, and with a
sharp tug, she broke it off completely, leaving Amy's nurse dress ruined.
Even if the other girl did survive, she wouldn't be able to conceal what
had been done to her when she left.  Of course, with what Martha was
planning to do to her, 'Nurse Pond's' survival wasn't at all certain.

   With the dress broken and Amy's body bared before her, Martha traced her
fingers down the redhead's body.  Amy was taller than her by more than half
a foot, but Martha didn't feel at all intimidated by the other girl;
especially since Amy had no idea what Martha had planned for her.

   Martha could feel Amy shivering beneath her touch as she traced her
collar bone all the way to the girl's breasts and stroked her puffy light
pink nipples.  "You won't be leaving with these." Martha stated.  She
grinned as she felt her 'naughty nurse' shudder at her proclamation.  "If
you leave at all of course."

   Amy nodded, her eyes wide.  "Of course." she answered, her voice
slightly shaking.

   "I'm going to slice those pretty little white girl tits off of you, and
turn them into a pair of stress balls." Martha stated matter of fact. 
"I'll fill them with flour and play with them at work.  Whenever one of the
nurses annoys me, I'll squeeze your tits and remember just what I did to
them."

   Amy swallowed.  She was frozen stiff with fear, but she could feel her
pussy dripping with desire as she imagined the smaller woman taking her
tits from her and playing with them in public.

   "Of course," Martha continued, "that's not all I intend to take from
you."

   Amy shivered as this girl, this woman who was shorter than her, traced
her finger down to Amy's belly button, poking at it before moving just
below the curve of Amy's lacy white garter belt at the upper tip of her
clean-shaven pubic mound.

   "I'll make an incision," Martha trailed her finger from left to right
over Amy's skin, "right here."

   Amy's eyes widened, that was just above her womb!

   "A little white slut like you doesn't deserve to breed," Martha
explained.  "And I have a much better use for your womb."

   Amy trembled.  She knew going into this what she'd signed up for on an
intellectual level.  She knew that she'd be ordered and then likely
snuffed, with her buyer probably taking trophies to remember her by.  She'd
heard of one girl who had been forced to grill her own tits while they were
still attached, and two weeks ago she'd been ordered as a Kiss-O-gram by a
rich customer's wife for her husband.  Amy wasn't sure why she'd been
ordered, but it hadn't escaped her notice that the man's wife was wearing
another girl's pussy as a bracelet.

   Still, even knowing what could happen to her she wasn't prepared for
this.  The other woman was so, aggressive yet sensual.  The way Martha had
matter-of-factly explained that she didn't deserve to breed?  And that
she'd be taking her womb?  Amy felt degraded, but her nipples had never
been harder.

   "Huh!" Martha smiled as she looked at Amy's freckle covered pussy. 
"They do go all the way down.  Mickey really outdid himself picking you."

   Amy shivered as Martha looked back up and straight into Amy's green
eyes.

   "I've always wanted to snuff a nurse." Martha explained, holding Amy's
gaze hostage with her own.  "You have no idea how stressful it is at the
hospital, all the doctors looking down on me, the patients thinking I'm a
nurse because I'm a woman.  Well, I'll get to show you what I think of
those nurses, won't I?"

   Martha looked her up and down.  "I've worked every day of my life to get
my job and look at you, a rich white slut whose only work is on her back."
Martha threaded her fingers through Amy's auburn hair, pulling her down to
Martha's level so they were face to face, inches apart.  "I'm going to
enjoy plundering you." Martha smiled before tilting her head and kissing
her gift.

   Amy's eyes widened almost comically as Martha stole her lips.  She
gasped, but Martha just took it as an invitation to sneak her tongue into
Amy's mouth.  Amy panted.  She'd had sex before, and she'd certainly kissed
before, but never like this.  Never so...  wild.  Her breaths came in pants
as she struggled to keep up.  Martha was biting Amy's lip playfully,
tugging on it with her teeth.  The dark skinned girl was exploring Amy's
mouth again, mapping it with her tongue, her lips hot against Amy's own.

   And then suddenly it was over, Martha had stepped back and all Amy had
left of her encounter was a damp pussy and teeth marks on her lip.

   Martha grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her through another door,
into a bedroom.  The smaller girl seemed larger than life as she stared at
Amy, swinging her into the bedroom with her and placing both hands on Amy's
half-bared breasts.

   Amy didn't have long to appreciate the warmth of Martha's hands on her
puffy pink nipples before the other girl shoved her, sending her stumbling
back onto the bed, her knees dangling off the foot of the mattress.

   Amy must have blinked, because the next thing she saw, Martha was
pulling off her jeans, a pair of lacy red panties with them, and letting
the garments pool on the floor beneath her.

   "The scalpel.  Give it to me." Martha ordered.  Amy looked at her
blankly for a second before remembering the surgical knife that she'd come
to the door with.

   Martha was exquisite.  Her skin was perfectly smooth, her lips were
pouty yet commanding.  She'd even shaved her pubes into a perfect
rectangular strip leading up from her clitoral hood, Amy noticed as she
gave the dusky woman the scalpel.

   Martha shucked off her shirt, shrugging off the spaghetti straps and
letting it pool at her feet as well.  Amy couldn't help but gaze in
admiration at Martha's bare breasts.  The other girl's nipples were small,
at least compared to Amy's own, but while Amy's puffy pink nubs were only
just a shade or two different form the rest of her, Martha's nipples were a
dark brown, almost black.

   Before Amy knew it, Martha had climbed onto the bed and was straddling
Amy's stomach.  "I can see you're excited." Martha grins.  "You're
practically dripping with it."

   Martha placed a hand, the one without the scalpel on Amy's sternum right
between her breasts and leaned forward bringing the scalpel right before
Amy's eyes.

   "I told you what I'm going to do to you with this," she said waving the
scalpel, "you know you probably won't live through it." Martha added
kneading one of Amy's breasts with her hand.  "You should be afraid,"
Martha added, "but you want me to snuff you, don't you?" Martha asked
looking Amy straight in the eyes.

   Amy stared, paralyzed with fear, and longing.

   "Don't you?" Martha asked again and Amy found her lips moving without
her control.

   "Yes." Amy answered.  "Oh god, yes."

   Martha smiled wickedly.  "Then beg me for it.  Beg like the stupid
little white whore you are.  Beg me to snuff you."

   Amy wasn't sure what had come over her.  She'd never felt like this in
her life, like a gazelle before a lioness.

   "Please..." Amy murmured.  She could feel Martha's damp pussy lips
pressed against her belly.  "Please..."

   "Please, what?" Martha asked, tracing circles around Amy's half hidden
nipples with a finger.

   "Fuck me.  Snuff me!" Amy cried out, her mouth no longer under conscious
control.  "Take my tits, my womb!  Carve me up!  Tear out my dirty slutty
white cunt!  Destroy me!"

   "What are you?" Martha asked, smiling as her gift begged her to snuff
her.

   "I'm a dirty little whore!  A rich white girl good for nothing but your
pleasure!" Amy's eyes were wide with shock at the words coming out of her
mouth.  was this how she really felt?  "Please, take me!"

   "Not good enough!" Martha shouted staring at her.  "What are you!?"

   "I'm a slut!  A whore!  A thing!  A useless collection of fun bits for
you to play with!  A toy for you to break!" Amy shouted.  "Hurt me!  Break
me!" she pleaded.

   "If you insist." Martha doled out like a concession.  "I'd be happy to
relieve you of those trashy little tits of yours.  A whore like you would
just misuse them." Martha quickly wedged the scalpel with its blade
pointing upward between Amy's lily white tits underneath her bra strap. 
Then, with an idle flick of her wrist, Martha cut the delicate cloth
sending Amy's tits, still cupped in the half-cups, lolling to the sides.

   "Your mouth worked well when I took it earlier." Martha grinned as she
lifted herself up onto her hands and knees, hovering above the vulnerable
Amy as she turned around.  "Let's see if you can use it properly.  Worship
my cunt while I snuff you, slut." She said as she placed her ebony pussy
over Amy's delicate lips.

   "Thank y-" Amy barely got out before the other girl's cunt was pressed
against her mouth.  She'd never seen another girl's slit up close like
this. To be honest, she'd never really had any sort sexual encounter with
another woman before, but since this would probably be her last time having
anything resembling sex, Amy was determined to enjoy it.  Tentatively,
Amy's soft pink tongue licked between Martha's lower lips.  There was a
coppery salty taste to Martha's pussy, but Amy didn't mind.

   "Mmmm that's it whore.  Get your tongue in there." Martha encouraged as
she started to unwrap her presents.  The white lace stuck slightly to Amy's
skin, damp with sweat as it was, but Martha didn't mind.  Dropping the
scalpel on the bed for a second, she started to stroke the other girl's
puffy pink nipples with both hands.

   "You know," Martha spoke, teasing Amy's nipples.  "There's a nurse that
looks just like you at work.  Another rich little white girl with red hair
and freckles.  She's so..." Martha paused and pinched Amy's nipples as hard
as she could, "stuck up!"

   Amy shivered as the other woman pinched her.  She'd never played like
this before, so hard and rough.  Her prior experiences had all been so soft
and sensual, but now...  Amy had the feeling that Martha wasn't planning on
playing nice with her.  Amy's heart raced at the thought and she gasped as
she realized that right now, she really would like nothing more than to be
broken by this ebony goddess.

   "I've always wanted to break her.  To have her begging and squirming
beneath me as I took her apart with my scalpel." Martha said, bringing her
surgical knife to the base of Amy's breast, even as she pulled on Amy's
nipple with her free hand.  "I really will have to thank Mickey for getting
you for me.  These tits of yours are going to lower my stress sooo much."
She grinned.

   Amy knew the second that Martha began cutting.  She could feel the
scalpel tracing a circle of fire around her left tit.  She was really doing
it!  Martha was really taking her apart!  It hadn't quite been real before.
hadn't really sunk in.  But now, with the scalpel digging into her, Amy let
off a pained moan directly into Martha's sopping wet slit.

   Martha could feel the girl shuddering beneath her, and she loved it! 
She'd told Mickey all about her fantasies, but had never gotten to act on
them, never gotten to cut loose.  And now there was this little red-headed
slut shuddering beneath her body who was literally begging her to snuff
her. Martha had never been more turned on than right in this moment.

   'She was doing it!' Amy realized.  The thought wouldn't stop running
through Amy's head, 'She really was carving her tit off of her!'

   Amy couldn't see what was happening, with Martha's pussy pressed against
her lips the other girl's ample butt was in the way, but Amy could feel the
scalpel as it sliced through the muscle and fat and nerves, each new pass
around the base digging in even deeper than before.  Her hands drifted down
between her legs, rubbing her own pussy in excitement even as she licked
Martha's.

   "You really are a slut..." Martha marveled as she watched her naughty
nurse play with her pussy.  "Here I am taking your tits from you and all
you do is play with yourself?" Martha asked.  "Maybe I should take those
hands from you?  It's really for your own good.  A little whore like you
would never put them to good use anyway." Martha mused.

   The other girl's words hit Amy like a brick.  Take her hands?  She
really would be useless then wouldn't she?  No tits, no hands, just her
tongue and some other holes to fuck.

   "Or maybe, since you can't stop playing with your pussy..." Martha mused
as she reached the final pass around Amy's left tit before she pulled it
free.  "I should take that away instead?"

   Amy eeped beneath Martha's lower lips.  "Would you like that?  No tits,
no womb, no little white cunt.  You might even become a productive member
of society instead of the dirty little whore you are now."

   If Martha's admonition was meant to get Amy to stop playing with
herself, it wasn't working.  Amy's fingers were moving faster than ever
before as she rubbed her puffy pink pussy lips.  This doctor was destroying
her, taking her apart piece by piece like a living jigsaw puzzle, but Amy
didn't mind.  In fact, she wanted more...

   With Amy's left tit hanging on by little more than a string, Martha set
down the scalpel, grabbed the other girl's breast with both hands and
yanked it off her chest, breaking the last few muscle fibers and nerves
still connecting it to Amy's body.

   Amy gasped as her breast was torn from her, leaving a ragged wound
behind.  This wasn't quite what she had expected when she signed up as a
Snuff-o-gram, but it was what she needed.  Frantically she licked at
Martha's clit in supplication, silently begging her to continue destroying
her.

   Martha's breath hitched as she felt Amy's tongue on her sensitive nub.
This girl really was a hopeless slut wasn't she?  This was beyond belief.
The red-headed 'nurse' was practically thanking her for tearing off her
breast!

   "You're really....  hhh...  getting into this aren't you?" Martha asked,
panting from excitement as she set Amy's severed breast down on the
freckled girl's belly.  "What would your friends think if they could see
you now?  Begging me to snuff your horny little white ass?" Martha asked,
raising up on her knees so that she could look down at her toy.

   Amy's eyes stared at her breast.  It was sitting, a bit bloody at the
base, but otherwise perfectly normally over her stomach.  There was a
gaping hole in the air where it used to be, empty but for the ragged wound
Martha had left behind after yanking it off of her.  It was gone, and she'd
never get it back.  Martha would use it as a stress ball, squeezing it
whenever one of the nurses at her work annoyed her until maybe one day,
she'd accidentally pop it.

   "They'd say I'm a whore.  A slut who needed to be snuffed for her own
good.  A good-for-nothing girl more useful as sex toys than alive." Amy
answered.  "They'd want you to snuff me.  They'd even ask to watch!"

   "And what about your family?" Martha asked, enjoying the game.  "What
would they say if they could see you now?"

   "They'd give me to you, beg you to snuff me for them.  I'm just useless
slutty trash, only good for snuffing!"

   "That's right!" Martha said, shifting her body around so that Amy's
mouth was pressed against her flushed vulva.  "Now thank me for taking your
tits from you, you worthless ginger whore."

   Amy didn't need to be told twice.  As soon as Martha's vulva touched
lips, Amy's mouth was in motion, licking and sucking, exploring the sex of
her ebony goddess with an enthusiastic thoroughness that Martha had never
experienced before, and certainly wasn't expecting from the girl she was
snuffing.

   Martha could barely contain her excitement as she picked up the bloody
scalpel again.  The feel of Amy's lips, of her tongue worshiping her cunt
was incredible!  It wasn't just the feel of it, the way Amy sucked on her
vulva pressing them firmly between her lips.  It wasn't the way Amy's
tongue flicked over her clit just before it dove into the hidden reaches of
her snatch.  No, what really got Martha's blood pumping was the knowledge
that this girl's body, her very life was hers to give, or to take, and that
Amy wasn't begging for her life...  she was begging Martha to take it from
her.

   The scalpel flashed out.  The precision from earlier was gone,
sacrificed to a frenzied lust that came over Martha like a tide.  The clean
cuts on the earlier tit became ragged and urgent on the second as Martha
didn't so much carve as hack it off of her freckled toy.

   Amy gasped and moaned as Martha cut her last remaining breast from her
body, sawing it off of her in a frenzy of lust.  she grabbed the doctor's
calves and pulled her even closer to her eager mouth, savoring every drop
of excitement leaking from the other woman as she destroyed her tits. 
Frantic, she licked the dusky petals of Martha's sex, her tongue diving in
and out of the doctors passage as her chest seemed to set itself on fire
with the pain.  Amy was scared, but it only added to her urgency.  She
needed this, she needed to make Martha cum, needed to serve her destroyer.

   Amy's pussy was twitching, yearning to be touched, to be caressed and
filled.  It balanced on a hair, And Amy knew the slightest touch would send
her spiraling off the precipice and into an orgasm so hard that she was
afraid she'd never wake up; and with the way Martha was tearing her apart
that probably wasn't an exaggeration.

   Martha tore Amy's remaining breast from her body, digging her perfectly
manicured nails into the edges she'd hacked with her scalpel and ripping
the puffy nippled tit off the 'naughty nurse' with her bare hand.

   Amy screamed a tortured mix of pain and pleasure into Martha's pussy as
the doctor debreasted her completely.  Martha tossed Amy's breast off to
the side, staining her bedspread red with the other girl's blood.  It would
probably never come out, but Martha didn't care.  She'd enjoy having the
reminder of today when she played with herself late at night.

   "There you go," Martha said, running her fingers down Amy's sides.  "Now
those slutty little tits of yours can be put to a much better use!"

   Amy gasped and whimpered as she came down from the incredible high of
having her breast torn from her body.  Her chest heaved, bloody and flat,
as she came down from the incredible high that this doctor had inflicted on
her.

   Of course, Martha wasn't sitting idly by as Amy caught her breath. 
Martha had slid her way down Amy's body, her thighs drawing a pained
whimper from Amy as they brushed across her chest leaving red streaks on
both girls where they passed, even staining Amy's garter belt, until Martha
found herself seated just above Amy's hips.

   Amy stared, quivering in excitement, at her ebony mistress' taut ass as
it slid across her body.  She realized that with her breasts destroyed she
would likely never work as a snuff-o-gram again, save for a special request
coming in of course, but this was something she could probably survive. 
The problem was that Amy didn't want to survive.  She wanted to die,
destroyed merely to bring some fleeting pleasure to the goddess who held
her life in her hands.  "Please..." she whimpered, her chest aching as she
tried to speak.

   Amy's plea was enough to snap Martha out of whatever idle thoughts had
distracted her.  The young doctor turned around so that she was facing Amy
and entwined her legs in Amy's own stocking clad pair, pulling them open as
she did.

   "You know, a slut like you doesn't need to reproduce." Martha said, idly
tracing the lower edge of Amy's garter-belt with her finger.  "As a doctor,
I really should fix that so you don't go breeding even more ginger sluts."

   Amy trembled in anticipation as Martha picked up her bloody scalpel.

   "What do you think nurse?  Should I perform a hysterectomy?" Martha
asked with a grin as the scalpel hung loosely in her hand.

   "Yes!" Amy cried out, "Take my womb, my cunt, rip it out of me!"

   "Well then, it seems like it's time to operate." Martha sad, tracing the
bottom edge of Amy's garter-belt once more, this time with the scalpel.

   The reddened blade sliced smoothly through Amy's upper pubic mound,
leaving a thin red line behind to mark its progress across Amy's body. 
Once the line was big enough, Martha reached into Amy and pulled her womb
out.

   The sensation of Martha's hand holding her womb was incredible!  Amy
could see her own ovaries where they trailed behind attached at the
fallopian tubes.  She'd never been touched like this before, and she knew
that if Dr.  Jones had her way, she never would again.

   "Hmmm..." Martha mused to herself.  "You certainly don't need these."
she said poking at Amy's bared ovaries.  "Maybe I should get rid of them
for you?" Martha asked, teasingly.

   "Please..." Amy gasped, feeling Martha's finger poking at her genetic
future.

   Martha picked up one of Amy's ovaries between her thumb and index
finger. "You know I've always wanted to do this," She explained to her toy,
as she rolled Amy's ovary over her fingers, putting just enough pressure on
it to make her naughty nurse aware of just how fragile it was.

   "I've always wanted to hold a girl's entire reproductive future in my
hand and just, squeeze." Amy's ovary burst like an over-ripe grape.  Her
eyes bulged as it hit her, a shooting pain that felt like a kick right to
the most sensitive spot on her body.  "Hmmm...  squishier than I expected."
Martha admitted, looking at the wet remnants of Amy's ovary on her fingers
before wiping them off in fake nurse's ginger hair.

   "How did that feel?" Martha asked, excited, "Having me crush your eggs
like that?"

   Amy struggled to ignore the pain.  She needed to, to answer her client,
the woman she was giving her life to.

   "It felt..." Amy stammered, "wonderful." She wasn't lying.  Even with
the pain, the power Martha held over her, the way she used it, the way she
ruined her, it was sublime.

   "Hmmm...  You do have one more ovary though." Martha mused, "I sort of
wonder how you taste now..." Martha added, picking up Amy's second ovary
and holding it out in front of her.

   Amy shivered and panted.  She could still feel the pain from when Martha
had crushed her previous ovary, but she was already eager for more.

   "What do you say we find out?" Martha asked.

   Amy nodded wide-eyed in frightened anticipation.

   Slowly, Amy's ebony goddess leaned in taking the naughty nurse's last
remaining hope of reproducing in her delicate fingers.  She looked her
ginger-haired toy directly in the eye, savoring the mix of fear and elation
behind those emerald orbs as she gently kissed Amy's undamaged ovary.

   Amy shuddered as her mistress toyed with her, playing her body like a
violin.  She watched in horrified anticipation as Martha licked her eggs
before lifting it into her mouth using just her tongue.  The ginger
snuff-o-gram had never felt this way in her entire life.  Amy had no frame
of reference; the sensation of her Mistress sucking on her ovary was like
nothing she'd ever experienced before.

   The sharp aching pain of Amy's squashed ovary roared through her,
setting every one of her nerves on fire.  Amy could feel every single touch
of Martha's cheeks and lips and tongue as she sucked on Amy's eggsac; but
the sensations her mistress was inflicting on her paled in comparison to
the true cause of Amy's arousal.

   Her mistress was ruining her, slowly destroying her as a woman, as a
person; as she tore her apart piece by piece.  It was incredible.  The mere
thought left her panting beneath her tormentor, but the reality...  even
with the pain, Amy was in heaven.

   The redhead watched wide-eyed as Dr.  Jones rolled her last remaining
ovary between her teeth and pulled back her lips in a sadistic grin.  Amy
stared as her mistress held it there, her pristine teeth putting just the
tiniest bit of pressure on the organ to hold it in place.

   Martha grinned at the honest hope in her naughty nurse's eyes.  If her
mouth weren't currently occupied she'd praise the little ginger whore for
it.  She hadn't been sure what to expect when her toy introduced herself
earlier, but the redhead's eagerness to play her part was absolutely
perfect.  Martha found herself regretting that she couldn't keep her
forever.  She didn't want to let Amy go once she was done with her.  Of
course, even though she had no plans to intentionally snuff the girl, there
still was no guarantee that her nurse would survive her fun, so such
regrets were premature at best.

   Slowly savoring the experience, Martha began to bite down.  Amy's ovary
bulged between her teeth like a ripe grape, slowly deforming as Martha put
more and more pressure on it.  The doctor could see the pain flickering
behind Amy's eyes, feel the girl shuddering beneath her thighs as she
slowly bit down.

   Amy shivered beneath her mistress, completely in her power.  She
couldn't move, couldn't even touch herself.  Amy could only watch as her
Mistress slowly bit down, squeezing her last hope for offspring between her
perfect teeth.

   Finally, Amy's eggs burst in Martha's mouth, sending her future
splattering across the doctor's tongue and dribbling down her lower lip. 
Martha's naughty nurse bucked beneath her, the pain sending her over the
edge of an absolutely incredible orgasm.

   Martha watched in unabashed fascination as her toy bucked and squirmed,
panting and moaning for almost a minute as her cunt gushed with pleasure at
her own destruction, until finally Amy opened her eyes once more.

   "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Martha asked licking the remnants of her
nurse's eggs from her lips.  She already knew the answer.  "You'll never
breed again and all you can do is shudder and moan at the thought of me
taking even more from you, isn't that right?" Martha asked.

   Amy couldn't quite form words yet, let alone sentences.  Instead she
nodded, hoping that her mistress could tell just how grateful she was that
the dark-skinned lady was doing this to her.

   "Then you should thank me for the favor." Martha chided getting up and
re-positioning herself with her pussy above Amy's head.

   Amy didn't hesitate.  No sooner had Martha rested her lower lips on
Amy's face than Amy started to lick.  She wasn't a person anymore, just a
toy, only fit to do Martha's bidding as the sadistic doctor took her apart
for her own amusement.

   "Mmmmm..." Martha moaned in enjoyment as Amy put her all into pleasing
her.  While the feel of Amy's tongue as it explored every single nook and
cranny of her pussy was wonderful, it wasn't just the oral sex that was
pleasing Martha, it was Amy's complete and total submission to the black
girl's will.  After countless annoying nurses nagging her, countless
patients confusing her for one of those gossipy harpies instead of
respecting her for the doctor she was, it felt wonderful to have a nurse,
however fake she might be, worshiping at her altar while she harvested her
body for her own enjoyment.

   Of course it wasn't quite enough.  She needed more.

   Martha reached for Amy's womb.

   "This is very nice," Amy's ebony goddess stated, caressing the fake
nurse's womb with a finger and sending chills up and down the freckled
girl's spine.  "Very nice indeed." Martha continued as she stroked Amy's
Womb.  "This womb is much too nice for a slut like you to keep.  I think
I'll take it.  I've been meaning to buy a hot water bottle for that time of
the month.  Your uterus will do perfectly, once I have it fixed up a bit."

   With that, Martha dropped Amy's womb and pulled open the cut in her
toy's body until she could see the join where Amy's womb connected to her
cunt.  With a quick slice of the scalpel, she cut it free before setting it
on top of Amy's stained garter belt and looked over her work.

   Amy was a mess.  Her stockings were bloody, her tits were gone and her
womb rested outside her body; the only remains of her crushed ovaries
stained her ginger hair leaking onto her cheeks.  Amy's entire reproductive
system had been gutted and rendered useless.  Almost every last vestige of
Amy's life as a woman harvested to serve as a toy for the doctor.  But
despite this abuse, this maiming, Amy still served her mistress, faithfully
licking her blazing hot, damp snatch as the brown skinned woman
systematically destroyed her identity as a girl.  Amy's cunt leaked, not
just with blood from her severed wound, but also with excitement from her
brutal treatment at the hands of the lovely Dr.  Jones.

   Amy's abject submission to her will was enough to send Martha over the
edge.  Martha came like a thunderstorm, her dusky cunt clamping down so
hard on Amy's tongue that the fake nurse thought that she would lose that
as well.

   "Ah!  Aaaaah!" Martha moaned as she writhed on the tip of her toy's
tongue, grinding her pussy into Amy's face.

   Amy didn't stop licking.  She couldn't.  After what Martha had done to
her she was far too aroused to stop.

   Martha's orgasm lasted for what felt like days, every time she thought
she was coming down the slutty nurse's diligent tongue would set her off
again.

   Then finally, it ended.  Martha slumped forward, panting even as her
juices trickled into Amy's mouth.  Amy continued licking, slowly; the
damage Martha had done to her ruined body finally taking its toll on her as
blood seeped from both her harvested tits and the gash atop her pubic
mound.

   "That was incredible," Martha exclaimed as she regained her breath,
"Mickey definitely got his money's worth when he picked you."

   Martha clambered off her still-living sex toy, gathering the prizes
she'd harvested from her.  Amy's freckled tits and womb rested in the
blood-speckled black woman's hands as she got out of the bed.  Martha's
pussy still looked puffy and aroused, still looked enticing to Amy even
though she knew that if she didn't get medical attention soon, she might
end up snuffing it.

   That her new, temporary, mistress was fully qualified to save her didn't
cross her mind at all as Amy gazed at her dusky lower lips.  Amy just
wanted to keep pleasing the sadistic woman who had so thoroughly ruined her
body.

   "I need to go get the supplies I need to preserve my trophies," Martha
said, grinning happily as she squeezed one of Amy's severed tits in her
palm.  "Since I took everything useful from you, you might as well head
back to the agency.  Your ruined body is useless to me now."

   Amy wasn't sure if she would make it.  The bus she'd taken to get here
had dropped her off on the corner, but she barely had enough strength to
lift herself off the bed after the mind-blowing ordeal she'd just gone
through.  Amy smiled as she imagined what she'd look like trying to take
the bus.  She was mostly naked, save for her blood-soaked garter belt and
stockings, her body was bloody and covered in sex and sweat.  Coupled with
the wound from her missing womb which was bleeding out from her pussy, and
the ruined remnants of her tits, it would be completely obvious just what
kind of dirty snuff-loving slut she really was.

   Martha turned to leave but only made it as far as her bedroom door
before pausing.

   "I almost forgot," Martha remembered as she turned back towards her
thoroughly used Snuff-o-gram, "I was going to get something for Mickey to
thank him for being such an awesome boyfriend."

   Amy's eyes widened as Martha stalked back to the bed.  She had calmed
down, thinking that the dark skinned doctor was done with her, but now? 
Martha's approach caused her heart to start racing again.

   "You don't have any ideas, do you?" Martha asked, picking up her
discarded scalpel.

   Did she?  Martha had already taken her tits, and her womb.  Her hair was
caked with the remnants of her own ovaries after the doctor had crushed
them in her bare hands and wiped her hands off on Amy's red hair.  What did
she have left?  Her skin?  She'd heard of girls being flayed and turned
into leather goods before.  Amy was probably too small to make into a
jacket, but she'd probably make a fine briefcase...

   No.  That didn't seem like enough.  It wasn't just Martha that wanted to
thank her boyfriend, it was Amy too.  Without him, Martha never would have
destroyed her and Amy's first, and maybe last job as a Snuff-o-Gram
probably wouldn't have been anywhere near as enjoyable.

   Maybe her head?  Amy imagined how her head might look as a Candy
dispenser on Martha's boyfriend's desk, pulling open her mouth and picking
up a piece of candy that dropped down from where her brain used to be... 
or maybe a purely decorative use?  She knew a couple of her co-workers had
been beheaded and mounted like hunting trophies by their clients.  But that
sort of thing only appealed to certain people, and Amy had no idea whether
Mickey was one of them.

   A sex toy!  Martha could turn her head into a portable cock sleeve for
her boyfriend for when she wasn't available.  That way Martha could give
him 'head' whenever he wanted it, using Amy's own as a substitute.

   Amy's cunt tingled wildly at the thought, drawing her attention back to
it just as she was about to tell Martha her suggestion.

   "My cunt," Amy moaned heavily, "you can give him my cunt as a
fleshlight. A portable cock-sleeve for when you're not there..."

   Martha smiled.  "Your cunt?  Are you sure?" She asked.  "It's a
wonderful idea, but you won't survive it.  I was thinking about taking one
of your arms to use as the base for a lamp, you could survive that."

   It was tempting, being able to survive this encounter.  Living out the
rest of her life as a maimed and ruined woman knowing that Martha had
destroyed her, that Martha was enjoying her womb and tits in a way that Amy
never would again.  It was very tempting...  But Martha's boyfriend
deserved more than just a novelty lamp.  He'd given Martha the perfect
present, a chance to get even with the nurses she detested, even as Martha
fulfilled her own sadistic fantasies.  Amy knew just how much her temporary
mistress would enjoy squeezing the stress balls she was turning Amy's tits
into every time a nurse annoyed her; she'd remember what she did to Amy and
imagine doing it to the nurse in front of her...

   No.  Mickey deserved more than just her arm, and as much as Amy wanted
to live, she didn't mind dying to give it to him; not if Martha was the one
killing her.

   "Snuff me, I don't mind," Amy admitted, her pussy practically on fire
with excitement.

   "You don't mind?" Martha teased, arching an eyebrow in response.

   "I, I want you to," Amy admitted hesitantly.

   Martha smiled.  "Beg me," she demanded.  "Beg me to snuff you, you
little white whore."

   Amy swallowed heavily.  Somehow she knew that if Martha wasn't
convinced, she would let her go.  If Amy couldn't convince her to harvest
her cunt, she'd take her arm and leave her to make it back on her own. 
Maybe she'd survive, or maybe she'd bleed out on the bus instead.  Martha
wouldn't care.

   Amy couldn't allow that.

   "Please, please Doctor, please snuff my worthless white ass.  Please,
carve out my cunt.  I don't deserve it," Amy paused.  "It belongs to you.
Please, make my cunt into your boyfriend's sex toy!"

   Amy could see Martha looking at her pussy, examining her lightly
freckled pussy as if shopping for fruit at the grocery store.  "Please,
your boyfriend deserves a nice cock-sleeve."

   Martha smiled at the way her naughty nurse toy degraded herself.  It
really was making her hotter by the second.

   Despite what she had said when her newest toy came to the door, Martha
had planned to avoid intentionally snuffing the girl.  Of course, that
didn't mean she had to tell her that.  The naughty little nurse was a
Snuff-O-Gram, and telling the freckled redhead how she wouldn't be leaving
the room alive had provoked such wonderful reactions in her new toy; but
she hadn't intended to go through with it.  Ruining her was one thing,
taking trophies was expected, and she wouldn't be all that put out if her
toy ended up dying by accident as a result of her fun; but as a doctor,
Martha wasn't quite ready to willfully end a life.  She had even planned to
bandage the girl up after taking her arm to make sure she didn't bleed to
death.  But if she took the redhead's pussy, no amount of bandaging in the
world would be able to save her naughty little nurse.

   "I don't know..." Martha drawled teasingly.  "What makes you think your
cunt is worth taking from you?" Martha still had no intention of
deliberately snuffing the girl, but hearing her naughty nurse beg to be
snuffed was incredibly hot, and Martha knew she'd enjoy watching the girl
degrade herself even further by justifying her pleas.

   "My cunt is barely used, so it's still nice and tight for your
boyfriend's cock.  And it's completely covered in freckles, so it's nice to
look at." Amy offered, but Martha still looked skeptical.

   Amy wanted this, more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life.  She
wanted to please her mistress, wanted to feel her cunt being carved from
her, wanted to be snuffed.  The snuff-o-gram knew she'd only have one shot
to convince her mistress that her cunt was worth taking from her. 
Sensuously, the naughty nurse slid her hands down her body and hooked two
fingers from each inside her puffy young pussy lips.

   Martha gazed in amazement as her toy pulled herself open; she really did
want this, the doctor realized, she wanted Martha to take her cunt from
her!

   "I used to look at my cunt in the mirror.  I'd hold myself open, just
like this and look at my pussy, imagining someone taking it from me.  So I
know the inside of my cunt is just as pretty as the outside." Amy
explained, her tone almost flirty.  "I bet it looks even nicer now that
you've forced me to cum for you as you tore me apart..." Amy smiled,
blushing.

   Martha's own excitement was starting to flow heavily again as Amy
flirted with her.  Despite her missing tits and bloodstained garters, her
Snuff-O-Gram looked every inch the innocent girl next door as she smiled
bashfully up at her.  Martha wanted to hurt her, but she couldn't give her
what she wanted.  If she took the ginger girl's pussy, she'd never survive
it.

   Still, her Nurse's cunt did look incredible.  It was a pale white,
sprinkled with just the right amount of freckles to be tantalizingly cute.
And the inside?  It was porn star perfect; soft and moist and a solid pink
throughout.  It really was tempting...

   "If you're not sure..." Amy began.  She wanted to be snuffed by this
woman, wanted it more than anything in the world.  She wanted to pay her
back for the pleasure she'd ripped from Amy's willing body with her life.
Amy needed this.  If she wasn't snuffed now, she might never be.  No one
wanted a used Snuff-O-Gram, and even if they did, how could they live up to
what her goddess had already done to her?  No.  It had to be now, it had to
be Martha.  No matter what she had to do, Amy would convince her to snuff
her.  "Then please, test my pussy out first!  I know you'll love it.  My
cunt is the perfect gift for him..."

   "You're right..." Amy's mistress admitted, "I haven't tried your sopping
little cunt out yet, have I?" Martha asked, lust tinting her question.

   Martha reach out and brushed Amy's fingers away from her pussy, grinning
with satisfaction as it closed with a wet "thwick." Amy's puffy lower lips
were soft beneath her fingers; warm and faintly shivering.

   Amy trembled as her mistress hooked a finger into her moist snatch,
curling it up as if to pull her closer using her cunt alone.  The redhead
shivered as the doctor turned her wrist sending her index finger twisting
inside her newest toy.  Amy squeezed.

   "You're certainly responsive," Martha remarked, thoroughly enjoying
their game.

   "I practiced," Amy admitted, "just in case..." she continued as she gave
her mistress' finger a firm massage using just her cunt.

   "In case?" Martha asked, already knowing the answer.

   "In case a client wanted to use it," the redhead paused, "or...  in case
they wanted to keep it." She added saucily, with just a hint of hope behind
the innuendo.

   "You really are just another ginger whore aren't you?" Amy's mistress
remarked, delighted.  "And you won't convince me to take your worthless
little cunt with just some clever muscle control either.  You won't be able
to perform like this after I carve it out of you."

   Amy's pussy clenched hard around Martha's fingers when she mentioned
carving it out of her newest toy.  Despite her disdain, the dark-skinned
lady couldn't help but be impressed and just a little tempted by her little
Snuff-O-Gram's display; the ginger-haired girl was already moaning in
anticipation at the mere thought of being snuffed that way.

   "You really are getting off on this, aren't you?" Martha asked Amy as
she squeezed a second finger inside the girl's steamy box.  Her naughty
nurse's pussy was soft, silky, and soaking wet.  She clearly wanted this,
but Martha couldn't understand why.  If she had her way, her naughty little
nurse would survive her attentions.  A little worse for wear perhaps, as a
titless, barren, one armed amputee, but she'd survive.  But the girl's
suggestion, to use her cunt as Mickey's new fleshlight?  There was no way
that the redhead could survive that; and as a doctor she wasn't comfortable
deliberately ending a girl's life just to give her boyfriend a new sex toy.

   "I'm beginning to suspect that you don't even want to live..." Martha
added, voicing her suspicions in the vain hope that the girl squirming
around her fingers would contradict her.

   "What I want doesn't matter, if you want to snuff me." Amy explained her
voice tinged with longing, "I'm a Snuff-O-Gram, I know what I signed up
for. That's what your boyfriend hired me for.  I'm here for you to use, to
torture, and even snuff if that's what you want...  But if you're asking
what I want?" Amy questioned, "I want you to snuff me.  I want you to take
my cunt and use me as a fucktoy.  I want to die for your pleasure." Amy
admitted, the words tumbling from her mouth in a rush.

   Martha couldn't believe this girl, this incredible ginger snuff-bunny in
front of her.  Martha could feel her growing more and more excited with
every word she uttered.  Martha could feel her toy's heartbeat through her
fingers.  It was racing.  The redhead was squirming excitedly, her whole
body keyed up at the mere thought that Martha would snuff her, and Martha
couldn't deny that the thought of actually going through with it was
getting more and more arousing by the second.

   "I don't know..." Martha argued, but Amy replied quickly, pressing her
advantage.

   "Please, snuff me.  Carve out my cunt!  I don't deserve to have such a
pretty cunt..." Amy pleaded, "I'm just another worthless white whore,
right? Girls like me are useless, so destroying me would be good for the
world." Amy paused to look down at her mistress' fingers, working their way
in and out of her freckled cunt.

   "I can tell you like it..." Amy urged her mistress, "This way, your
boyfriend can enjoy me almost as much as you have." Amy pointed out,
getting more and more aroused with every new attempt she made to get her
ebony goddess to carve her cunt out of her.

   "But, if that's not enough..." Amy trailed off, "If you use my pussy,
your boyfriend can have a white cunt any time he wants without you having
to deal with another white girl breeding." Amy asserted.  "Think about it,
wouldn't his fine black cock look better sheathed in this than some
desperate white slut?" Amy asked.

   "You're right," Martha declared, lustfully.  "Turning your cunt into a
cock-sleeve would be the perfect present for my Mickey." Amy's breath
caught in her throat, would this be it?  Would her mistress finally agree
to snuff her?  "Your pretty little pussy would look lovely sitting on his
nightstand ready to service him.  But I still don't know if I'm ready to
snuff you just to get it for him." Martha admitted to the eager
Snuff-O-Gram.

   Amy's heart fell.  She needed this.  They both knew Amy's freckled young
cunt was perfect for it, but Martha wasn't willing to do it, not...  for
him.

   No sooner had she thought the words than an idea flitted through her
brain, "Well, what about for you?" Amy asked.  "I'm your Snuff-O-Gram,
after all."

   Martha cocked an eyebrow, this was new.  "For me?" She asked.

   "Isn't that the reason your boyfriend ordered me?  For you to snuff me?
I know I may not look like it since you broke my dress, but I've been a
very naughty nurse." Amy added saucily.

   Martha paused.  When Amy first suggested taking her cunt as a
cock-sleeve for Mickey, she knew it was the perfect gift, but she was still
hesitant.  As a doctor, she didn't want to kill her toy deliberately. 
Maiming was one thing, taking trophies was another, but even though it was
entirely accepted, Martha had always intended to try to leave her toy
alive.

   Of course, the little ginger tart had other plans.  Martha had tried to
talk her out of it.  She'd suggested taking the girl's arm as a gift,
something nice and non-fatal that would let her naughty nurse live, but the
girl was having none of it.

   They both knew she was right.  Her pussy was absolutely gorgeous.  It
would be the perfect gift for her incredibly thoughtful boyfriend, much
much sexier than a lamp made from the redhead's arm.  But even though she
wanted to, even though she knew the girl was right, even though the thought
was just so incredibly sexy, Martha just couldn't bring herself to do it.

   Amy pressed her attack, "Didn't you say that there was a nurse at your
work who looked just like me?"

   Even after hearing the little slut on her bed begging to be snuffed;
even after seeing the redhead degrading herself as she got more and more
visibly aroused by her own pleas for her to snuff her worthless ginger
twat, Martha had been reticent.  Even after her toy pleaded with her to
test her out, to give her a chance to convince her to snuff the girl; even
after she'd presented herself for inspection, pulling herself open like a
little whore; Martha had resisted.  The little slut had implored her to let
her boyfriend enjoy her like she had, but even after hearing Amy beg her to
snuff her just so Mickey could have a white cunt any time he wanted without
cheating on her; even after all that Martha was still hesitant to
deliberately end her life.

   "A stuck up, rich, white whore with red hair and freckles, just like
me?" Amy continued.  "Didn't you say you always wanted to break her?  To
have her begging and squirming beneath you as you took her apart with your
scalpel?" Amy paused.  "Don't you want to do that to me...  Doctor?"

   Suddenly, Martha was ready.  Now, with this slutty ginger twat playing
on her frustrations, telling her to snuff her just like she'd always wanted
to snuff the nurse that looked like her?  Her naughty nurse had finally
convinced her to carve out her cunt and end her worthless life.

   Amy's heart thudded in her chest as Martha leaned forward, pulling her
finger's out of her nurse's cunt and taking her scalpel in hand.

   "Are you happy knowing you've convinced me to snuff your worthless ass?"
Martha asked hungrily.

   "Yes," Amy paused, looking for all to see like a deer in the headlights,
"Doctor.  Are you ready to operate?" she asked, playing the role that had
convinced her goddess to the hilt.

   "Of course.  We're going to do a transplant today.  I'm going to take
this pretty little pussy from your useless body and give it to a nice young
fleshlight without a pussy.  Are you ready, Nurse?"

   "I'm at your service, doctor.  A worthless stuck up nurse like me
doesn't deserve to have any sort of pussy, much less a nice one like this."
Amy agreed, splaying her legs apart for easy access by the scalpel.

   Martha leaned forward and gently, so as not to ruin the raw materials
before they could be perfected, sliced into the junction between Amy's
pussy and her leg.

   Amy shivered at the scalpel's touch.  It wasn't cold, not after all the
work her mistress had already done to her.  If anything, the scalpel
perfectly matched Amy's body temperature.  No, this was a shiver of pure
pleasure.

   The scalpel was carving a bright red line of pain directly into her most
private of places, and Amy couldn't help but enjoy it.  Her cunt was wetter
than ever before, than she'd ever imagined it getting, all because her
mistress, her ebony goddess, was taking it from her to give to her lover.
The thought of Amy's own pussy being taken, being used long after her
useless life was tossed out?  It was exquisite.  It wasn't just a fantasy
anymore, all of the parts of Amy that her mistress thought were worth
keeping were being carved away.  Her breasts, her womb, and now her cunt,
all kept as things for her goddess to enjoy.  And the rest of her?  Useless
bits like her ovaries?  Like her life?  Her mistress destroyed them,
because that was what she wanted to do.

   Amy felt completely helpless, and it was making her more aroused than
ever.  This was what she wanted, more than anything else in the world; more
than sex, more than life, she wanted to be destroyed.  Ruined until the
only things left of the girl that had once been Amy Pond were the sex toys
her mistress had made from her.

   "You really are enjoying this aren't you?" Martha asked wickedly. 
"You're soaking wet just from thinking about how your slutty cunt will be a
masturbation tool for a man you've never even met, aren't you?"

   "Mmmmm!  Yes, Doctor!" Amy moaned enthusiastically, even as Martha's
scalpel severed all connection between her cunt and her left leg.

   "How does it feel, knowing that I'm going to cut your sopping cunt out
of you and throw you away when I'm done?  How does it feel knowing that the
only way anyone will ever hear of you again is when I tell them about the
pathetic mewling slut I carved my new stress balls off of?" Martha asked,
enjoying the way her little nurse panted and moaned in excitement beneath
her, even as she destroyed the redhead's body.

   "I love it!" Amy screamed ecstatically.  "Use me!  Fuck me!  Kill me!"
She cried out, quivering with arousal.

   "I hope you're enjoying this, you slutty nurse, you worthless ginger
whore," Martha stated as she twisted the scalpel around to cut beneath
Amy's dripping cunt, "because I'm almost done with your pretty little
pussy." Martha grinned sadistically.  "You really should thank me, you
know. Now that I've taken your womb from you, you can fulfill your true
purpose; a hand-held hole custom made for my boyfriend's thick black cock.
No need to eat, or breathe, or even live, just a warm hole for Mickey to
fuck when I'm not around to help him."

   "Thank you, doctor!" Amy cried out as her goddess carved at her cunt,
cutting away until it was barely even attached.  "Thank you for killing
this stuck up nurse!" She added, moaning erotically with each new cut.

   Amy was close now, just a little more and she'd hit the biggest orgasm
of her entire worthless life.  Her world narrowed.  Her future was gone,
her past was useless, the only thing that mattered was the present; just
her, her mistress, and the scalpel slowly carving its way through her body.

   Martha grinned as she felt Amy squirm beneath her knife.  Blood was
dripping down the curve of Amy's ass as she carved her cunt away one
centimeter at a time.  Amy's white stockings and garter-belt were both
ruined now, but since her naughty nurse would never be using them again,
Martha couldn't bring herself to care.

   The lips of Amy's half-carved pussy were flush and inviting.  Despite
the growing wound around them they were completely pristine, save for a
tiny trickle of blood dripping down from where her womb used to be.  Martha
wanted to kiss them, to thank the girl in front of her for doing this, for
playing naughty nurse with her, for enjoying it and convincing her to go
even farther and snuff her gorgeous ass.  Amy's cunt dripped with arousal
and Martha realized that even after all she'd done to the girl, after
taking her tits and womb, after destroying her eggs and even eating one of
the girl's ovaries, Martha had never really tasted her.  Not like this.

   Martha leaned in an kissed the petals of Amy's pussy.

   "Oh!" Amy gasped at the touch of Martha's lips.  Between the pain and
how incredibly aroused she was at Martha finally snuffing her for real, Amy
wasn't at all expecting Martha's hungry kiss.

   Amy tasted sweet, with a hint of copper.  Martha knew it was the blood
from her impromptu hysterectomy, but it made it almost seem as if the
ginger-haired nurse were having her period.  Martha smiled, remembering how
she'd solved that problem as she looked at where Amy's womb waited for her
on the bed.  No, even if Martha had decided not to take this latest trophy
from her naughty little nurse, Amy would never have had another period in
her life.

   Amy squealed as Martha's tongue forced its way inside her cunt.  Her
pussy, half-carved from her body, didn't quite follow after her hips as she
squirmed beneath her mistress' talented mouth.  Amy could feel it flopping
oddly where it was still attached, pulling painfully from her body as
Martha's ministrations inadvertently tore the wounds she'd carved into Amy
with her scalpel just a little bit larger.

   It was too much.  With a frantic cry, Amy came like a river, flooding
Martha's mouth with the last orgasm Amy would ever experience.

   "At least you can do one thing right," Martha smirked from between Amy's
legs, her mouth slick with juice and her chin stained slightly red where it
rubbed against the wounds she'd inflicted on her toy.  "Cumming as I carve
your pretty little freckled pussy off of you...  you really do want to be
snuffed, don't you?" Martha asked licking her lips.

   After the orgasm that had just hit her, it was all Amy could do just to
moan her assent.

   "It's almost a shame to carve this out of you," Amy's mistress mused,
pulling at the panting girl's half severed pussy playfully, "but you're
right, it'll be a much more convenient fuck toy for Mickey once it's no
longer attached to the ginger whore it came from."

   Smiling, Martha picked up her scalpel and with a few quick cuts eagerly
finished the job she'd started.

   Amy looked through half-lidded eyes as Martha pulled her latest prize
from the fake nurse's body.  It was her cunt.  She'd never seen it from
this angle before, never seen her own cervix, or, Amy realized as Martha
turned it around admiring her prize, her own cunt lips either.  It was
gaping slightly open, the muscles that once surrounded it no longer
controlling her severed privates.  For a second, Amy worried that it would
stay like that, slack and useless, before remembering that she definitely
wasn't the first Snuff-O-Gram to have her pussy harvested like this.  She'd
heard other girls at the agency talking about the various ways that clients
dealt with the problem, usually chemical preservation coupled with a small
battery to stimulate the muscles as if the girl, as if she herself, were
still alive.

   Amy was lost in though, slowly drifting to her now inevitable death, so
the kiss Martha planted on her lips came as a complete surprise.  Amy
recognized the taste, mostly, from when she'd licked her fingers at home
after...  well...  but there was a hint of meat beneath it.  Amy's eyes
widened as she realized what the taste was.

   "Thank you." Martha whispered appreciatively.  "Your pussy will make the
perfect cock-sleeve for Mickey." Martha admitted, "until you convinced me
to take it from you, I was going to let you go."

   Amy smiled happily.  "I'm happy." She confessed.  "I'm happy you decided
to snuff me.  I'm a worthless whore who needed to be snuffed, and if not
for you I'd be useless."

   Martha grinned.  "I'll never forget how I snuffed your worthless ass,"
she answered, "but now I need to go get my new toys properly preserved, and
I can't have you dying in here and making a mess.  It's garbage day, so
drag yourself out to the curb with the other useless trash.  The dump truck
will be by soon, and I don't want you to miss it, a whore like you belongs
in a dump, not a grave."

   Amy struggled to her feet, but with her belly slit and her cunt carved
out her muscles wouldn't support her.  Amy fell collapsed to the floor, her
head pointed towards the door, her face pressed into the lush burgundy
carpet.

   "I'll open the doors for you," Martha explained, "I don't want you dying
inside the house."

   Amy could feel her goddess watching her as she crawled on her belly
towards the door to the bedroom.  With her cunt carved out, Amy had no
choice but to leave a trail of blood behind her as her pussy leaked an
almost certainly fatal amount of vital fluid onto Dr.  Jones' floor.

   She was growing weaker by the second, and each new step seemed almost
unattainable, but slowly, Amy managed to drag herself outside.

   Amy crawled down the front step of the building and onto the street.  It
was almost noon, and the neighborhood was almost deserted.  A part of Amy
was disappointed that no one would get to see her as she really was, a
whore, parted out for toys to amuse her mistress.

   Finally, after taking minutes to complete the same journey that had
taken a matter of seconds when she arrived earlier in the day, Amy reached
the pile of garbage bag that had been set out for disposal.

   Using the bags as leverage, Amy hoisted her body up until she could lean
back against them.

   The noonday sun shone down on her brutalized form.  The blood that had
once given her life now covered the front of her body.  Her breasts were
gone, one leaving a ragged wound behind, the other cleanly severed. 
Crawling on the asphalt to her final destination had widened the gash that
Dr.  Jones had cut above her womb and turned it into a gaping hole.  In
fact at this angle she could see all the way through her body, from the
wound over her womb, past where her cervix used to be, though the gaping
wound that once held her pussy, all the way to the asphalt below her, Amy
realized sleepily.

   She was broken.  Her ebony goddess had used her and broken her like a
cheap toy.  Amy could hear the dump truck rumbling up the street behind
her. She wanted to stay awake, to be crushed within, her life ended crushed
into so much trash, but she was too tired.  Slowly, Amy Pond closed her
eyes, smiling at the thought of her black mistress enjoying her new toys.
   The End