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 Ruki at the Snuff-Club Digimon, Peril, Snuff, Exhibitionism, photos, posed,
Body Mod, Taxidermy, willing, Toys, cons

   "And here we have the main hall.  Miss Rumiko, as mentioned in our
contract, what you are to see and hear today is the strictest of privacy,
and highly illegal, so any info leaked would heavily incriminate you as
well.  We'll set you up as we go, but if you'd just sign this paper work."
Ruki looked on fascinated at the club surrounding her as their guide
talked. It was incredible, at first glance the club looked like a regular
old style gentlemen's smoking club, wooden walls, heads mounted on the
walls, and men smoking in plush chairs.  But after a second Ruki noticed
the rest of the picture, the heads on the wall weren't form animals, they
were from women, and aside from men conversing and smoking there were naked
women all around, some in elaborate contraptions that Ruki couldn't exactly
figure out the purpose of.

   "Wait, you said Illegal?  And those heads on the wall there..." Ruki
trailed off.

   The guide looked up surprised, "You mean your mother didn't tell you? 
This is a snuff club, it's a place for men, and a few women, to enjoy
killing other women." He paused.  "You're here as your mother's 'Master'
today, since she wasn't allowed to use the premises without one and for
some reason she didn't agree to be under the general care of the club."

   Ruki's mouth gaped open.  "Wait, you mean this is really a place where
they kill people?" slowly Ruki looked around realizing the purpose of some
of the devices, at least one or two, she could see a woman strapped against
the wall her breasts painted like a dart board, and another woman with her
breasts hovering over what Ruki now realized was a portable grill.  There
was even a guillotine, though it wasn't currently being used.  and those
were only the devices Ruki could Identify.

   The Guide nodded.  "Well yes, but, really we only guarantee one snuff
per month, and any other instances of it happening are quite rare, as you
can imagine, since aside from the lottery each month we require that the
women volunteer.  We don't get many volunteers, so the amount of women
snuffed here is actually quite low." The guide looked over at Ruki's mom,
Rumiko.  She was clearly nervous, and the expression on her face was closer
to horror than the intrigued curiosity that Ruki was certain was on her own
face.  Rumiko barely seemed to be taking in any of her surroundings, and
every time she did catch sight of something she would flinch and quickly
turn away only for the cycle to begin again when she caught sight of
something else.

   "Ah!  I see you have completed the paperwork.  If you could hand that to
me then I'll go put it on file and you and your photography crew can begin
your photo shoot."

   Ruki looked over at the table in the center of the room that was
apparently going to be the center of her mother's photo-shoot if the way
the camera crew were setting up was any indication.  There were cuffs at
each of the four corners and the Table itself swiveled so that it could be
brought vertical.  all that was interesting enough, but what really got
Ruki's attention was the groove that bisected the table lengthwise, and
near where the bottom of the groove would be if the table were tilted, was
a buzz saw.  Ruki goggled at the sight, it was like something out of one of
those old movies with the log flumes.  Ruki's attention drifted as her mom
was strapped onto the machine so that the buzz saw, when activated, would
threaten to cut her in half from her pussy onward.  Ruki could vaguely hear
someone reassuring her mother about how the machine would automatically cut
off before she was hurt, but Ruki's attention was already being pulled away
by the fascinating room.

   Ruki started walking a bit towards some of the preserved female heads on
display, wondering if they were real.  She didn't realize that, sensing an
opportunity some of the photography team had broken off to follow her with
a camera.

   Ruki was staring at a mounted trophy of a green eyed redheaded girl when
she heard a man clear his throat.  "Excuse me miss, but I couldn't help but
notice you there.  Would you mind if I felt you up?  I'm rather curious if
you'll work for an idea of mine."

   Ruki jumped, surprised at the sudden request and turned around.  The man
was dressed like he was going on safari, in a beige outfit topped with a
Pith helmet, he was somewhat older, with a large bushy grey mustache.

   "You see," the man continued.  "I'm a hunter, but I also do a bit of
taxidermy here at the club, that trophy you were admiring was actually one
of mine, I took her down and mounted her head myself." The man looked Ruki
up and down appraising her.  "When I saw you standing next to her I
couldn't help but notice how well formed your legs and rear are.  They're
very nice, and I was wondering, if I could check your budding breasts and
pussy as well?"

   Ruki looked around, her mother was strapped down on the buzz saw table
now and since Ruki was standing near the wall behind the crown of her mom's
head there was no way that Rumiko would notice if she agreed.  Something
about this club had made her extremely excited and curious, and she
couldn't see the harm in allowing the man to feel her up since, as the
guide said, you could only be snuffed here if you volunteered first. 
"Sure," Ruki said to the old man, smiling as she agreed.  "I don't mind if
you feel me up." With that Ruki reached down, and grasped the hem of her
shirt, rolling it up to give the hunter access to her budding breasts. 
Ruki's chest was virtually flat, her tits were just starting to develop and
were currently little more than a pair of tiny bulges around her puffy pink
nipples.

   Ruki grinned as she saw the hunter's eyes locked on her nipples.  "Like
what you see?"

   "Oh very much so.  Your puffy nipples are just what I was looking for,
and with the size of your breasts, they're emphasized rather than
overshadowed as they would be with a larger pair." the hunter mentioned as
he reached forward, pinching and pulling at Ruki's pink nipples.

   As his fingers traced circles around Ruki's nipples Ruki grinned. 
"Surely you're not satisfied with just my tits?"

   The hunter smiled, liking the girl's enthusiasm.  "Well, your nipples
are fantastic, but they weren't why I approached you..."

   Ruki smirked, enjoying the back and forth teasing with the hunter and
the feeling of doing something taboo out in the open.  "Well then, why
don't I show you what you came here to see?" Ruki slowly unbuttoned her
jeans revealing a pair of lacy pink panties covering her pubic mound.

   The Hunter stared as Ruki slipped her thumbs into the sides of her
panties and pulled them down teasingly, revealing the girl's bare hairless
cunt.  Pushing her jeans and panties down around her knees, Ruki smirked at
the hunter.  "Was my cunt," the redhead pulled a hand up, teasingly
spreading her soft lower lips as she spoke, "why you wanted to talk with
me?" Ruki's pussy was spread just enough for the Hunter to see a hint of
her inner passage, the soft pink inner walls of her labia beckoning him
forth.  He nodded and reached out his hand.  "Yes, You certainly seem like
what I was looking for..." the Hunter paused.

   "You know, You can touch if you need to..." Ruki mentioned smirking at
the Hunter, her fingers spreading herself a bit wider to emphasize her
point.  The Hunter needed no more prompting, reaching forth to touch her
virgin cunt.  Ruki grinned a bit as the hunter squeezed her puffy outer
lips, rolling them between his fingers to judge their texture.  She felt
exhilarated, the feeling of being on display, here of all places, the
danger, even though it was remote, of having this stranger watch her, it
was an incredible rush.

   "So, do I pass?" Ruki asked, bucking slightly as the hunter slid his
index finger inside of her to probe her inner walls.  There was a flash and
Ruki noticed a member of her mom's camera crew had broken away and was now
taking pictures of her as she let the hunter feel her up.  Ruki jumped,
startled as she realized what was happening.  The crew member looked at her
and she grinned in response, blushing from embarrassment, but pleased at
the attention.

   "For now at least, I'd really need to test you out to make sure... 
Aren't you curious what I want to use you for?" The hunter asked, his
finger still immersed inside of her.

   "If you want to tell me..." Ruki grinned, enjoying the feel of the
hunter's callused trigger finger inside of her virgin snatch.  Of course,
the physical sensation was only part of it, the real rush was the illicit
thrill of doing something naughty like this in public, her mom nearby but
unaware of what her daughter was up to.  There was a thrill of being
watched, of being caught, of being used in public.  Ruki loved it.

   "I want to use your body as a gun rack for my rifle here." The hunter
revealed, hefting an old fashioned hunting rifle.

   Ruki eyed the gun intrigued, "You mean you want to shove that..." she
looked up and down the metal barrel and wooden undercarriage, her sight
lingering on the hooked metal sights that pointed up at the end.  "Into my
pussy?"

   "If you'd let me..." the hunter hunter offered.  "I'd have to test you
out before I decided to use you for sure though," the hunter pulled his
finger out of Ruki's tight cunt running the tip over her inner walls as he
withdrew the digit.  "but I'm optimistic about how you'd work out from what
I've seen so far."

   Ruki could feel a thrill go through her as the hunter explained the next
step.  Her pulse raced.  This man wanted to snuff her.  He wanted to shove
the barrel of his gun into her pussy so that he could see how she'd do as a
stuffed girl gun rack.  Ruki knew that the club rules protected her.  That
the hunter couldn't snuff her without her consent.  But still, the risk,
the peril, sent her heart racing.

   "Well, maybe..." Coming to a decision, Ruki arched her shoulders back to
show off her budding tits beneath her rolled up T-shirt, really just the
puffy nipples swelling from her chest, before bending over double, her head
almost on the ground.  "Okay." Ruki looked back at the hunter and his rifle
through her legs.

   "I'll let you..." She said nervously, reaching up and spreading her
pussy lips with her fingers, just enough to give the hunter, and the entire
room, a glimpse into her tempting snatch.  "I'm not agreeing to be stuffed
though!  This is just so you can see what I would've looked like..." Ruki
teased trying to cover up the thrill of fear passing through her at the
thought of having the gun inside her sensitive virgin cunt.

   "Of course," the hunter hefted his gun, bringing the tip of the barrel
to the opening of her pussy.

   Ruki shivered as the cool metal touched the opening of her splayed pussy
lips.  "Um...  Is that loaded?" Ruki asked, her heart beating twice as fast
as the possibility occurred to her.

   "Well, yes, but I can turn the safety on if you wish?" the Hunter
answered.

   Ruki thought about it.  It would be safer...  but...  "Leave it off..."

   "As you wish." The hunter agreed, smiling.  "From what I felt earlier,
you may want to brace yourself."

   Ruki nodded, not trusting her voice, and pulled her fingers away from
her pussy and placed them on the hard wood floor beneath her, the tips of
her fingers leaving damp marks on the wood from where her pussy juices
still clung to them.  She straightened up a bit so that her pussy pointed
straight back.

   "Okay..." Ruki agreed nervously, "I'm ready."

   Ruki shivered as the hunter pushed the nozzle of the gun inside her. 
The First few inches slipped in easily, aside from the thick metallic
sights she had seen poking up from the barrel.  She could feel the sights
pressing against her inner walls, digging in, but not hard enough to break
the skin or even be painful, just, straining.  Ruki could feel the metal
bulge at the end of the wooden fore-stock pressing against her pussy,
smooth against her lower lips.

   The hunter gave the redhead a few seconds to adjust to the size inside
her, before pushing on the stock of the gun, holding the barrel steady.

   Ruki's eyes bulged as the gun slowly forced its way into her most tender
of places.  She could feel her lower lips slowly being spread to
accommodate the increased girth of the gun.  The hunter had to force the
metal cap into her, and it scraped against her tender inner walls.

   She shivered each time the hunter shoved the gun further in, well aware
that the loaded gun could fire, sending a bullet through her young cunt. 
Ruki thought she remembered hearing that a gun could even misfire if it was
jerked around too much...

   Her heart was pounding, and her pussy was soaking with arousal.  Ruki
had never had something like this inside her before.  She'd masturbated,
even broken her own hymen with her fingers, but this was something
completely new.  The strain was incredible.  She felt stretched like she'd
never been before.  Already the tip of the gun, the loaded gun, had pushed
further inside her than her fingers ever had.  The iron sights were rubbing
against her inner walls in places that had never been touched.

   Ruki was completely caught up in the moment, the feel of the metal
carrying strap ring as it passed across her inner walls was incredible. 
Knowing that even though the Hunter probably wouldn't pull the trigger,
there was still a loaded gun inside her that could go off accidentally at
any moment.  She'd never felt so aroused.  Still even as soaked as she was,
Ruki's cunt was so tight that the Hunter had to struggle to get the rifle
inside her.

   "Uh!" The gun was almost half way to her cervix now, and Ruki could feel
the wooden part of the fore-stock passing through the entrance to her body.
The rough grain of the wood against her inner passage was incredible, but
not as incredible as the rush she got from doing this in public like she
was.

   Inch by inch the hunter forced the gun inside her, the metal sights and
wooden stock undercarriage rubbing against her inner walls, stretching her
pussy wider than she'd even gone, until finally she could feel the tip of
the barrel, the metal now warmed by her body, press against her cervix.

   "Ugh!" She couldn't keep from crying out as the hunter pushed one final
time, almost, but not quite lodging the barrel in the entrance to her womb.

   "Well, it's a bit of a struggle, but it certainly fits..." The hunter
said, holding onto the gun and running his eyes over Ruki's pussy, admiring
the way her body had engulfed the rifle.

   Ruki's mind was racing.  This was incredible.  Here she was, mostly
naked in the middle of an open room, with a gun lodged almost 8 inches into
her cunt.  She didn't want it to end.  "Is...  is that all?" She asked,
panting.

   "Well, you'd hardly do as a proper gun rack if I have to hold the gun up
in you..." The hunter admitted.  "If you're up for it, could you bend over
a little more so that the gun points upwards?  I'm hoping that the gun will
support its own weight inside you."

   A sudden rush filled Ruki as she remembered just why this was happening.
Even though she hadn't agreed to go along with it, the hunter was asking
her to pose like this because he wanted to use her as a gun rack, another
trophy to stuff and show off to the rest of the club.  Strangely, the
thought only served to drive Ruki's arousal even higher.  And even though
the hunter wouldn't fire without her consent, there was still tat element
of risk, of threat, made worse by the fact that the gun was loaded and the
safety was off, and there was still a chance it could misfire even without
the Hunter pulling the trigger.

   "Sure." Ruki said, sucking in a deep breath of air to brace herself. 
Her hands were trembling, and she could feel her pussy squeezing tight
around the gun inside of her.  "Just...  Just gimme a second."

   The hunter's hand was on the stock, bracing the weight, but even so
there was an incredible pressure against Ruki's inner walls as gravity
tugged on the gun, trying to pull it out of her.  Slowly, she bent deeper,
until she was bent almost double, her pussy pointing straight at the sky,
and wrapped her arms around her legs, each hand clasping her other forearm
so that she wouldn't be tempted to grab the gun instead.  Finally, she was
in position.  Bent double, her arms around her legs clasped in front of her
so that her tiny breasts could be seen easily from between her legs.  The
whole pose was capped with her pussy pointed at the ceiling the gun
sticking out of it so that to those watching it looked almost like a flag
planted in her cunt to claim it.

   Ruki watched through her legs as the hunter removed his hand and stepped
away.

   The strain was incredible, she could feel the gun as it shifted a bit to
the side, the back end moving so that it braced against the junction at the
front of her pussy, the wooden undercarriage less than an inch away from
her clit.  As the back end of the gun tilted one way, the sight at the
front end dug into the opposite wall of her pussy.  Her eyes widened.

   The gun weighed about ten pounds and Ruki felt like tension would rip
her apart; but it didn't.  Her pussy held; one, two, three seconds.  Enough
for her to realize that she wasn't being torn in half, just stretched in a
way she'd never been before.  And as the seconds passed further, Ruki even
started to enjoy the feel of the gun propped in her cunt, weighing her
down, stuck in place solely by her body without anything else to brace it.

   "So?  Whad'ya think?" Ruki asked as she caught her breath.

   "You'd make an excellent gun rack.  Are you sure you won't reconsider?
You'd look perfect in the corner of my Office..." the Hunter asked.

   "Nope, I-" *CLICK* Ruki's heart suddenly shot into her throat.  Had the
gun misfired!?  Her pulse raced.

   *Click* *Click* Click*

   No.  It wasn't the gun.  It wasn't loud enough, and she couldn't feel
any heat, or pain.  Ruki looked around.  There were a couple people staring
at her, and...  one of her mom's camera men!

   Ruki's mind blanked.  She wasn't sure what to think for a moment as the
reality of what was happening settled into her mind.  'Oh crap!!!' She
thought as she realized she was caught.

   The camera man was taking pictures!  Of her!  Nearly naked and posing
with a gun sticking out of her pussy!

   Ruki froze in panic for several seconds before finally remembering where
she was.  She wasn't caught.  She was still in the snuff club.  What she
was doing was fine, it was probably even expected.  In fact...  She could
totally have some fun with this.

   "Hey!" Ruki called out teasingly to the camera man, the idea firm in her
mind.  "Want a real pose for that?"

   "Sure." The camera man smiled, a bit patronizingly.

   Ruki unclasped her arms and began to unbend.  The strain in her cunt got
even worse, but she tensed her muscles and clamped her pussy down on the
rifle inside it until her pussy was pointed up at a 45 degree angle to the
ground, the gun hanging out of it, kept stable by the way it was wedged in
her almost 8 inches.  With her shoulders on the ground and her face looking
forward Ruki turned her head to look at the hunter behind her.

   "Can you grab the gun and put your finger on the trigger?  I wanna give
this guy a picture he won't forget!" Ruki said, grinning naughtily.  She
could hear the camera clicking along, taking pictures of her the whole
while, and it only served to excite her even further.  Ruki didn't think
she'd ever been this aroused in her entire life.  Her cunt was filled like
never before, people were watching her, and now, she'd just asked the
hunter, the hunter that wanted to use her as a gun rack, to put his finger
on the trigger of the gun, with the safety off, just so that she could pose
for a picture!  It was dangerous, but that just made Ruki enjoy it even
more.

   As the hunter grabbed the gun, Ruki took her fingers and stuck them in
her ears like she was trying to muffle a large sound.  She looked back. 
The hunter was holding the gun now, she could see his finger on the
trigger, if he twitched wrong, she was gone, but somehow, that just made
her even more excited!

   Turning back, Ruki grinned at the camera man, prompting him to snap more
pictures of her in the pose she had chosen.  The clicking was loud enough
that with each click, Ruki could almost imagine that it was really the
trigger being pulled and firing the gun inside her.  Ruki opened her mouth,
putting on her best shocked face for the camera so that it would look like
the gun had just fired inside of her.

   "How's that?" She grinned, teasingly as she asked the camera man.

   "That's great!"

   ___

   "Well, I'll definitely need a copy of that picture." The hunter laughed
as he started to slide his rifle out of Ruki's pussy.  "Bit of a shame
though..."

   "Hhhh!  Hhhh!" Ruki panted as the metal ring and iron sights slid across
her sensitive twat.  Ruki didn't want it to stop.  As the gun withdrew from
her body it left her gaping behind it, at least for a few seconds before
her strained muscles clenched back into place.  It left her feeling
unfulfilled.  She liked the risk.  Liked the feel of it in her.  She liked
being on display.  She didn't want it to end.  She wanted...  more.

   "Are you sure you won't reconsider?" The hunter asked one last time. 
The rifle slid out easier than it went in, but Ruki couldn't help but feel
every inch as it rubbed against her inner walls, until finally, only the
metal barrel remained.

   "I..." Ruki hesitated.  Up until now it had all been for fun, but as she
felt her cunt clench involuntarily around the tip of the barrel as it
pulled away from her Ruki couldn't deny wanting more.  "Well, uh..." Ruki
paused wanting more but unsure how to get it without making it real.  "I'm
not saying you can, but...  Could you...  tell me how you'd turn me into a
gun rack?  If I let you I mean?"

   "Hmmm..." The hunter mused, pulling the gun out of Ruki's pussy;
trailing strings of moisture in its wake.  "Why don't we go back to my
workshop and I'll show you?"

   "O-Okay." Ruki agreed nervously, trying not to sound too eager.

   Ruki felt empty as she stood up, her pants and panties around her knees.
She wouldn't be able to walk well like that she realized.  She'd either
have to pull them up or take them off.  With the excitement thrumming
through her body, Ruki pushed her jeans and panties down around her ankles
and shrugged them and her shoes off, leaving her naked from the shoulders
down.  After a second of deliberation, Ruki pulled off the rolled up
T-shirt she'd been wearing as well, leaving her completely naked.

   Bending over, Ruki gathered her clothes in a bundle, exposing her still
slightly gaping pussy to the whole room.  She caught a few people staring,
but that only made her more excited.  She wanted to be filled again.  Ruki
stood back up, her clothes in her arms, and followed the hunter to his
workshop.  ___

   The Hunter's workshop was sort of creepy, Ruki thought to herself as she
stepped inside.  The whole room was paneled in dark wood, and there were
taxidermy projects placed on shelves or benches or even in the corners of
the room.  Ruki could see a Wolf's head missing some teeth, and a bear's
head with an eye missing, but that wasn't what drew her eyes.  On the far
side of the room, were two women, well, they were women once, now they were
stuffed displays.  One was a girl's torso, limbless and headless, with
breasts as large as Ruki's own head.  A clear plastic rod, or maybe it was
resin?  Ran into her pussy, spreading it around its girth.  The girl's
limbs were on the shelf behind her, as well as her head.  She looked young,
though obviously older than Ruki, and had pink hair with stars in it.  A
college co-ed maybe?  Ruki wasn't sure.

   The other display was a woman with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes.  She
looked to be in her late 20s, and her skin was a light brown that made it
hard to tell her ethnicity.  This woman was mostly intact, she was bent
over with her pussy gaping and pointed straight towards Ruki.  One hand was
on a knee, and she was looking back at Ruki from beside her legs with her
glass eyes.  Her other hand was in front of her mouth, and despite missing
some fingers, the older woman was clearly blowing Ruki a kiss.  The fingers
weren't the only damage though, A patch on the brown woman's shoulder was
rough, and she was covered in dust.

   "See something you like?" the hunter asked.  "You may examine them if
you wish."

   Ruki wandered over to the dismantled girl first.  The rod was set in a
wooden base that said "Mimi" and nothing else.  She could see through the
holes in her shoulders that Mimi's frame was supported by a metal skeleton
filled with some sort of gel.

   "You can touch if you wish.  No need to be shy.  I'm especially proud of
her." The hunter continued.  "I brought her in to replace the clay and
sawdust I had used with ballistics gel.  She came out rather nicely I
think. You can feel how soft she is now."

   Ruki reached forward and felt Mimi's tits, they were cold, and firm, but
they had definite give to them, and they still jiggled slightly from where
she had poked them.

   "If you agree, I'll be using the same method on you." The hunter added
sending a thrill through Ruki's body.

   "Maybe..." Ruki admitted, involuntarily as she moved to the other
display.  The brass plaque at the base was tarnished, and Ruki could only
read a bit of the display's title, "Mih-" but what the girl's name was
wasn't important to her, not compared to what she was now.

   The girl was covered in dust, Ruki realized as she bent down to look
into her gaping pussy.  Ruki couldn't help but notice it was also dusty.

   "One of the club-goers' guests broke off a few of her fingers as
souvenirs, then there's also that rough patch on her.  I can't get her
fixed until we snuff another girl with her complexion since I want the hide
to match, so she's been here a while."

   Ruki's body trembled at the thought of that happening to her.  Being on
display, naked, in front of everyone, The hunter's gun shoved in and out of
her every day until one day someone just breaks off a piece of her to take
home?  Being seen as nothing more than a trophy or a piece of furniture,
her young pussy being filled constantly...  Even if she was no longer
around to experience it, Ruki couldn't help but admit that the idea
appealed to her.

   Taking a big breath in, Ruki blew into the stuffed girl's gaping cunt,
blowing away the accumulated dust.  The pink girl leather interior was
weathered and worn by constant use.  But Ruki could look all the way inside
now.

   "Is that?  Oh wow, I can see her cervix!" Ruki announced, awed.  The
ring of flesh was tightly shut.  "Is her womb still in there too?"

   "No," the hunter admitted, "I had that part removed.  Had it made into a
set of gloves for my wife." Ruki's eyes widened, she hadn't thought that
the hunter had a wife, briefly, Ruki wondered what she'd think when she saw
what the hunter had done to her.  Ruki never noticed that she'd already
started thinking about her upcoming fate as an inevitability.

   "If you're wondering why her pussy's so worn, we used to use her as a
greeting statue in the entry hall; her cunt was used to collect donations.
Now, didn't you want to see how I'd make you into my gun rack?"

   Ruki turned to the hunter, now noticing the various tools of taxidermy
scattered about the room.  Tools that he'd be using on her, if she let him.
Ruki nodded, a bit nervously, her pussy moist from the notion of him using
her, and growing damper by the second.

   "Climb up here," The hunter gestured to his desk "and we'll go through a
few poses first.  I'm going to examine you in a bit more detail."

   Ruki climbed up on the desk, There were a few tools here and there, a
scalpel, calipers, even a speculum.  The hunter pushed the tools to the
side leaving a clear area in front of him.  Ruki crawled over on her hands
and knees and knelt before him for inspection.

   "Hmmm...  yes." He said looking her over once more.  "I really do think
you'll do nicely," the hunter continued, running a finger from the nape of
her neck until it traced a circle around one of her soft pink nipples.  I
have a few ideas for what would work, but I bet you've thought of some
yourself as well haven't you?" The hunter asked.

   Ruki nodded, full of nervous energy.  Ever since she'd entered the room
she'd felt like she'd been losing control.  Now, Ruki realized how much she
enjoyed it.  She could feel her pulse pounding and her pussy heating up as
the Hunter asked her to pose for him.

   "Remember, we'll be using you as a gun-rack, so make sure your pussy is
accessible," the Hunter admonished.

   Ruki pushed up with her hands and pulled her legs out from under her,
splaying them wide to expose her puffy young pussy.  Gently, she settled
herself down into a sitting position and adjusted her legs so that one was
bent with her knee facing the ceiling and the sole of her foot on the desk,
and the other leg was similarly bent, but so that the outside of her leg
was touching the desk, he knee pointed at the door and the bottom of her
foot pointed towards her other foot.  The pose deliberately spread her
pussy enticingly, and the hunter reached forwards to examine her.

   "Hmmm..." The Hunter muttered, as he ran his fingers over her Labia
"You'll definitely make an excellent display with lips like these.  You're
a virgin aren't you?"

   "Yeah." Ruki admitted, a bit embarrassed.  "Except for your gun I mean."
She blushed as the hunter absently fiddled with her flushed lower lips as
he looked them over.

   "You'll stay a virgin once you're stuffed you know.  My gun will be the
only thing your pussy will ever feel." The hunter smiled, "That excites
you, doesn't it?"

   Ruki nodded.  There was no point in lying, the hunter could probably
feel her pulse just by touching her lower lips, her heart was pounding so
quickly.

   "Good," the hunter smiled.  "This pose is no good though.  It's very
enticing, but you'd never fit my gun like this.  Let's try another pose."
The hunter looked her over.  "Why don't you start by laying back on the
desk and we'll go from there?"

   "Okay," Ruki agreed.  She was rapidly losing control of the situation,
but she was so turned on that she had almost stopped caring.  Her lower
legs hung off the edge of the desk, her back pressed against the cool
mahogany.  The hunter gently spread her knees apart revealing her pussy
once more.

   "Beautiful," the Hunter stated as he looked at Ruki's puffy lower lips.
"You're definitely the right choice," he continued, drawing an excited
shudder from Ruki as he stroked the entrance to her young cunt.

   "Really?" Ruki asked excitedly before realizing just how eager she
sounded.  "I mean, It's...  well, maybe you could show me what you'll do to
me?" Ruki requested, trying not to seem quite so eager.  Even though she
didn't really want to die, Ruki wanted more.  The hunter's teasing just
wasn't enough.  Her body ached to learn what would be done to her... 
"If... if I agree I mean."

   "I don't see why not." the hunter stood up and walked over to the work
bench, picking up a clear plastic tool of some sort.  As the hunter
returned to view, Ruki could see that the device was actually a specialized
speculum.

   "First, I'd take this and measure you.  A formality of course, I already
know my hunting rifle will fit you, but it's important anyway to make sure
that we don't end up tearing your pussy apart if we ever use you to hold a
different gun."

   Ruki's imagination sparked at the hunter's words, her mind envisioning
her pussy straining under the girth of a large shotgun until it finally
tore apart, slowly ripping along the path of the barrel.  The hunter sewing
up the rip to 'fix' her, not wanting his prize to look damaged.

   So immersed was Ruki in her fantasy that she almost didn't notice the
Hunter spreading her lower lips in anticipation of the speculum.  Ruki was
shocked back to awareness as the hunter forced the cold metal inside her.
For a second, Ruki, still hazy from her erotic daydream, could almost
imagine that the hunter was using his gun once more.  The chill against her
clit and the smooth body of the speculum sliding into her most private of
places...  Ruki shivered expectantly.

   "That's why...  I need to see just how far you can stretch." The hunter
explained as he started turning the knob that spread the speculum open. 
This was where the differences between this speculum and a typical medical
speculum made themselves apparent.  Unlike a typical speculum's two
spreading pieces, this speculum had four; the typical two at the top and
bottom, and one more for each side.

   The speculum had slid somewhat easily into Ruki, helped equally by it's
smooth form and by her earlier exercise, but that swiftly changed as the
hunter turned the aperture screw.

   Ruki winced in pain as her pussy was forcefully spread apart.  The
combination of the cold metal and the cool air let into her inner passage
as it stretched her open had Ruki shivering heavily.  This wasn't helped by
the growing strain that the spreading was placing on her cunt.

   "Urhhh..." Ruki let out a pained grunt as the hunter relentlessly
screwed her pussy open.  She felt like she was breaking, like she was being
ripped apart from her cunt on out.

   "4 inches, better stop there." The hunter stated as he eyeballed Ruki's
gaping cunt and stared at the clear path all the way into her Cervix.  "You
know, I've never stuffed a girl as young as you before, but most girls I
can get 5 or six inches out of before they start to break.  " he added,
running his fingers gently over Ruki's puffy lower lips as he spoke.

   "Still..." The hunter added, flicking Ruki's excited little nub as his
fingers passed over it.  "This pose isn't going to work.  Scoot back and
get your feet back on the desk.  Lets see if you'd look better thrusting
your hips up in the air."

   Ruki struggled to comply with the order.  The speculum holding her most
private of parts open hampered her movement.  Each inch she shifted left
her feeling like she was stretched even farther beyond what she could
stand. Ruki could see the Hunter, watching as she squirmed and slowly
lifted her hips up into the air, leaving her braced entirely on her feet
and upped back.  He didn't make a single move to help her, but somehow,
that just made her straining cunt ache with desire.  He wasn't treating her
like a person anymore.  She was ordered about like an animal at best, but
the way she watched her as he examined her body, judging each pose, it
wasn't a man admiring a young girl, it was like a collector admiring a
piece of art and figuring out if they wanted to buy it.  She liked it. 
"Hmmm...  Open your mouth." The hunter said, walking around the desk to
examine Ruki from all angles.

   Ruki followed the Hunter's instructions, trembling slightly as the
hunter examined her teeth and jaw as if buying a new horse.  The speculum
was still inside her, spreading her open to the room, and Ruki could almost
imagine the half-finished pink-haired girl gazing at her fresh young pussy
in admiration.  The thought of being on display, of being judged like a
thing or a trophy rather than a person was making Ruki noticeably wet, and
she could feel the slowly-warming metal of the speculum becoming slick with
her juices.

   "Your teeth are perfect.  You'll make a wonderful trophy," the hunter
stated frankly, "if you agree, of course," he added as an after thought. 
"But I'm not sure about this pose..." he admitted.  "After all, seeing that
gorgeous butt of yours in those tight jeans was what drew me to see if
you'd work as a gun stand in the first place.  It would be a terrible shame
to pose you in a way that doesn't show it off."

   Ruki blushed slightly as the hunter praised her butt.  It wasn't just
being praised that did it, it was the way he praised her; as a trophy, a
thing to be used and admired.  Despite her best judgment, Ruki found
herself wanting that, wanting to be this man's trophy.

   "Turn over," the hunter ordered, "I think I know a much better pose for
you."

   Slowly Ruki obeyed the man's order.  It wasn't reluctance or fear
robbing her of speed.  Rather, the speculum stretching her young pussy to
the breaking point made moving at all incredibly awkward.  Ruki could feel
it inside her, pushing and pulling against her most delicate parts as she
rolled onto her chest, her knees folded beneath her belly as they rested on
the wooden desk.

   "Much better," the hunter observed as he tugged on the opened speculum
inside her, "but not yet perfect," the hunter continued.  "This pose only
really works if I keep you on my desk, and even then only for a pistol...
something small." He finished.

   Ruki couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment at the thought that
her body wouldn't be used to hold the hunter's magnificently thick rifle.
Still, the thought of being a desk ornament, her naked body the first thing
that caught your eyes as you walked into the office...  the idea certainly
appealed to her.

   Ruki was so distracted by the thought that she almost missed it when the
hunter grabbed hold of her young ass with both hands and began to lift it
into the air.

   "No, I think I'll pose you like this instead," the hunter stated as he
firmly maneuvered Ruki into position.  Ruki was still laying on her chest,
knees bent below her, but her young ass was now pointed at the sky, her
cunt facing upward at a bit over a forty-five degree angle.  With Ruki's
arms pointed forward, the pose made it look like she was supplicating
herself while simultaneously offering her young cunt for sex.

   "Much better," the hunter stated, admiring his work.  "This way, I can
put you on the ground and use you to hold my rifle like an umbrella stand."

   Ruki's cunt clenched at the image the hunter's words painted for her. 
Her lifeless body being used as nothing more than a fancy hole to store the
hunter's weapon...  that image was what had drawn her into the hunter's
office in the first place.

   "Now...  now what?" Ruki asked, her voice trembling with arousal.

   "Well," the hunter acknowledged, "nothing," the hunter paused.  "Now
that I've figured out the proper pose to keep you in, the only thing left
to do is to gut and stuff you, and I can't do that without your
permission," the hunter admitted.  "You're free to leave if you want,
unless you want to continue?" the hunter asked hopefully.

   He was letting her go?  Ruki had never been more turned on in her life
and now it was going to end, just like that?

   "Maybe..." Ruki paused, "maybe you could just tell me how you'd do it?"
Ruki pleaded.  "I'm not...  not for real I mean, just...  just tell me what
you'd do to me if I did agree," Ruki begged.

   "Well, if you insist," the hunter smiled at Ruki's eagerness.  "As I
said, in order to make you into a gun-rack I'll have to gut you next, in a
way that doesn't leave any visible wounds to ruin my prize."

   "And...  how, how exactly would you do that?" Ruki asked, her heart
fluttering with nervous excitement.

   "Well," the hunter began, "first I'll take you to one of the tables
outside and stray you to it.  That way you won't be able to struggle too
much when I start to work on you," he admitted.

   "With your wrists and and ankles tied down, and a belt keeping your hips
still, it will be a lot easier to use a scalpel to open you up right... 
here," the hunter explained, tracing a line from the bottom of Ruki's ribs
up her contorted body all the way to the top of her pubic mound.

   Ruki shivered at his touch.  The hunter's finger was cold, and for a
moment Ruki imagined that it really was the scalpel, cutting her open as
she struggled helplessly, strapped to a metal table.

   The hunter noticed the way the girl's pussy clenched around the
speculum, but said nothing of it, continuing his explanation instead. 
"Once you've been opened up it'll be time to empty you out," he explained,
"first I'll cut out your guts, the stomach and intestines, since they tend
to make a mess.  Then I'll take your womb, sometimes I leave that in, but
if I want you to be useful I have to make room for my gun and I can't have
your womb getting in the way.  It's not like you'll be using it anyway once
we're done with you," the hunter smiled at his joke.  "You'll probably
survive for a while, at least until then, but since I need to clear your
whole chest cavity you'll definitely die at some point during this process.
I'll leave your lungs and heart for last, but I doubt you'll be around to
see it."

   Ruki's cunt felt like a furnace, she could feel the heat flowing out,
waves of arousal spiking at the matter-of-fact way he talked about killing
her, about taking her womb and clearing her out to make space for his gun.
"And...  and then what?" She asked, desperate to know more.

   "After that?" The hunter asked.  "After that I'll take your arms and
legs off.  Here..." the hunter traced Ruki's shoulder joint, "and here." He
continued tracing a line around the upper middle of one of Ruki's thighs.
"They'll be much easier to stuff and preserve if they're not attached," the
hunter smiled.

   Ruki couldn't shake the image in her mind of her as a lifeless, empty
torso, staring vacantly in death just waiting to be filled.  Despite
herself a tiny moan escaped her lips.

   "And what about the bits you...  ungh...  the bits you take from me?"
Ruki asked, squeezing the speculum in her arousal.

   "Your womb you mean?" The hunter asked.  "Or the other organs?"

   "Both," Ruki panted.  "Either."

   "Waste.  I have my trophy, I don't need the rest of you," he paused.  "I
had planned to have it all made into dog food," the hunter admitted, "but I
suppose I could turn your womb into another pair of gloves for my wife,
like I did to the greeting statue over there."

   The hunter paused, "would you like that?" He asked curiously, "my wife
did.  It was actually one of the few times I've gotten her to come to the
club.  She had to see the girl her new gloves were made from," the hunter
reminisced.

   Ruki wondered whether the hunter even remembered what the dark-skinned
girl who'd died to create the greeting statue's name was.  Maybe he'd
forget her too?  Ruki quivered eagerly at the thought.  She really would be
just a fancy gun-rack then, wouldn't she...

   "Yes," Ruki answered the hunter's last question.  "I...  I'd like it a
lot," she panted, "if you made your wife a new pair of gloves from my.. 
auh!  My womb," Ruki agreed, her pussy sopping at the thought of a woman
she'd never met wearing such an intimate part of her.

   "Of course, to do that, I'd need your permission to snuff you in the
first place..." the hunter added.

   "Yes!" Ruki came cumming like a river around the speculum spreading her
open.  "Do it!" Ruki urged, her lust filling her thoughts to the point
where she didn't care anymore.  She wanted it!  She wanted to be strapped
down and snuffed, she wanted to be used, displayed, naked, until a careless
accident destroyed her or the hunter found another girl to replace her. 
"Snuff me!  Stuff me!  I want to be your gun-rack!"

   "I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that," the hunter admitted. 
"You'll make a fantastic gun-rack."

   ____

   The hunter's new gun rack was a big success.  He got compliments on it
constantly, and even a few other guests who wanted to commission a piece
from him.  He'd refused so far.  The hunter liked to stalk his prey, to
take them down himself even if it was just getting them to agree to let him
snuff them against their better judgement.  The thrill of the hunt, of
finding the perfect prey abd playing with them until it was time to bring
them down, that was what hunting was about.  The pretty slaves that the
other club members wanted turned into trophies weren't anywhere near as fun
to play with; so he didn't.

   His latest prize, what was her name again?  The hunter looked down at
the plaque he'd installed on the wooden stand he'd mounted her on.  Ah,
yes! Ruki.  She was a girl worth hunting.

   Ruki was stuffed and mounted now in a pose very similar to the last one
she'd posed in while still alive; on her chest, her lovely young ass and
cunt pointed in the air, with her knees bracing her shoulder length apart.

   Her arms were in a different place, where before they'd been stretched
out before her in supplication, not they were positioned underneath her,
making it look like she was a dead animal trophy instead of a girl eager
for sex.  The hunter had also put her shoes and socks back on after
preserving her, since he felt the red high tops brought out her natural
tomboyish nature.  As a final touch, the hunter had also strapped a holster
for a combat knife around the former girl's left thigh.

   The black stitches down Ruki's belly and around her limbs where he'd
made his incisions were temporary, he'd replace them later with a clearer
thread, maybe fishing line.  But the visible stitches would work well for
the upcoming photo-shoot.

   Of course, all his hard work would be for nothing if his new gun rack
tipped over every time he tried to use it.  That's why keeping Ruki's arms
and legs in place were six bolts, each riveted though her body and into the
mahogany stand below her; one through each of her shouders, one through
each wrist and a final pair through the former girl's calves.  The brass
rivets gave the stand an almost antique look that leant the whole thing a
degree of class.

   The hunter knew from experience that despite the expensive soaking and
treatment, the former girl's skin was smooth and cool to the touch, and the
ballistic gel that he'd filled her body with in lieu of stuffing kept her
body soft and pliable.

   The hunter smiled as he remembered the task of creating his latest work;
the way Ruki squirmed eagerly at his touch, and the way she moaned as he
played with her body one last time after strapping her in to snuff her. 
She'd been a delight.  Eager and willing even as he took her apart.

   When she'd gone to tell her mother her choice before he'd strapped her
in, the hunter had thought she'd gotten away.  Learning that under the club
rules she was in charge of her mother instead of the other way around had
been an incredible surprise, and a stroke of luck as well.  The hunter
certainly hadn't expected the photographers accompanying the girl's mother
to want to document his work, and he hadn't expected the woman's agent to
ask her to pose with her daughter periodically as he took the girl apart.

   He certainly didn't mind handing over the scalpel to Ruki's mom so that
they could get a few photographs, so long as she didn't try to do any
actual cutting, and her daughter definitely enjoyed the attention.  He'd
have to see about getting a copy of the photo set himself, once it was
completed.

   Which of course brought him back to the present.  Now that his new
gun-rack was finally finished, Ruki's mother had come back to finish the
photo shoot.

   The woman was completely naked, save for a belt with a holster on either
side of it.  And she was now approaching him after a talk with his wife who
had come to see the girl who had given up her womb to make her new gloves.

   "I see you've met my wife," the hunter stated as his new gun-rack's
mother stopped in front of him.

   "Oh, she's your wife?  I was just admiring her new gloves, they're much
softer than I expected.  Very supple and comfortable.  She let me try them
on but just smiled at me when I asked what they were made from and where I
could find a pair for myself," Ruki's mom paused.  "I don't suppose you
know where she got them?"

   "Of course," the hunter agreed, "I gave them to her.  I made them myself
actually.  I could make you a pair if you could provide the raw materials."

   Ruki's mother's eyes grew slightly guarded, but she asked anyway.  "And,
what did you make your wife's out of?"

   "Your daughter," the hunter answered.  "Her womb to be precise.  I'm
surprised you didn't recognize the texture, since that photographer had you
pose while handling it for several pictures," the hunter paused.  "You
don't happen to have another daughter do you?  The first one turned out
delightfully, and I wouldn't mind stuffing her sister if she has one. 
Obviously I can't take your womb if you want to be alive to use the gloves,
I'm a hunter, not a surgeon."

   The woman's face looked strained, though whether that was from the
reminder of her last photo shoot, from knowing she'd worn her own
daughter's womb and enjoyed it, his offer to snuff any other daughted she
might have, or just the reminder of what he had done to Ruki, the hunter
couldn't say.

   "Unfortunately, Ruki was an only child," the woman stated, trying as
best she could not to let her displeasure show.

   "That's a shame," the hunter replied.  "Well if you ever have any more,
I'll keep my offer open, but it looks like your photographer is trying to
get your attention to start your shoot."

   The hunter stared, admiring the woman's ass as she stalked away.  It was
the same ass that had drawn him to her daughter, just more...  mature.

   The hunter watched as Ruki's mother began to pose with her daughter's
naked body, playing with the gun he'd left (unloaded of course) inside the
girl's now permanently gaping cunt, and putting her bare foot atop the
stuffed redhead's back like an conquering hunter with her prize.  The
hunter especially liked the way the pose opened up the mother's own pussy
to the camera's eager view.

   Yes, the hunter decided.  He definitely needed a copy of this photo set.
And maybe he might be able to get his hands on the mother as well.  It
wouldn't be easy to convince her, but that was all part of the thrill of
the hunt.