Anniversary Celebration

Anniversary Celebration

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Warning: This story is intended for mature adults only. Do not continue to read unless you enjoy reading snuff stories. This story is purely fictional and contains consensual mf/f snuff and cannibalism.

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Ingrid was ecstatic. It was her first anniversary next week and her husband Marcel had bought her a special gift to celebrate this beautiful event. She had met Marcel at a BDSM munch and they immediately got on well and after the first wild night together, they were inseparable. Marcel proposed to her only two months later and they have been happily married since.

They both loved the extreme and violent aspect of sexual copulation. Ingrid was often beaten severely several times during their passionate sex sessions and always loved it. She also loved to inflict pain on other girls. Often they had put up ads on the net or in the papers looking for a woman to take part in their sexual games each time resulting in the girl being beating black and blue at the least.

Her sex live was extremely exciting but still she was not totally satisfied yet. She was still yearning for the ultimate pleasure. She wanted to experience the pleasure of snuffing someone. Unfortunately, snuff was quite expensive, way too much for the average income earner like her and Marcel to afford on a regular basis. Nevertheless, she and Marcel tried very hard to save up enough money to at least afford such a heavenly and luxurious pleasure for once or twice which was usually only reserved for the filthy rich who could afford to pay for it. Marcel had put in a lot of overtime at work and even gave up on drinking and his other pleasures to save up enough money. All their hard work and savings was not in vain. They had finally managed to save up enough money for this ultimate pleasure. Of course they could not afford the premium snuff service and get a young and extremely beautiful looking women for their snuffing pleasure but nevertheless they could afford a woman. There was a low budget snuff service, which had slightly older women. The price of a woman due to the age and circumstances was much lower than the usual but still was very high for the average workers. Despite that, it was well worth it for them, especially for Ingrid who was so sadistic and sexually insatiable. It was the Holy Grail in sex for her. And the timing was perfect. It was only one week until their anniversary and they had just saved up enough money to afford a snuff session. Ingrid was so happy and very much excited. It was going to be the perfect anniversary. They were going to buy themselves a snuff bunny, a woman that they were able to torture to death on their anniversary day. It was a dream come true for her. It had been one of her wildest fantasies that she wanted to try out and experience for real all her life, and now it was in reach of her grasp and soon to be happening.

Suddenly while Ingrid was masturbating herself thinking of the week ahead and her planned snuff session, the phone rang. "Hello, Ingrid Doden speaking", she answered the phone. "Hi, darling, how's it going?" came the response from the other end. "Hi, mom, I was just masturbating." she replied. "Again? With the steel dildo that I gave you for your birthday?" her mother joked. Ingrid giggled like a little girl. She and her mother had no secrets between each other. Sex was discussed openly between them. When Ingrid was younger, her mother introduced her to sex by letting her watch her with her boyfriend. Ingrid had watched her mother being fucked from all angles and in all possible holes. Her mother was quite a horny woman herself, just like Ingrid. However, her mother was only interested into steamy sex but without the violence and pain. Torture and snuff did not interest her much. Ingrid was quite different in that aspect. She loved torture, both being tortured and doing the torturing.

"I just wanted to wish you a happy anniversary, darling. I hope you have lots of fun with your snuff bunny. I know how much you have been wishing for one and I'm happy for you that you finally got your wish."

"Thanks mom, that's very nice of you, but aren't you a bit early? The reception is on Saturday. You'll have plenty of time to catch up and everything. You are planning on coming, right?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to make it this weekend. I just got my termination notice and just wanted to let you know and wish you the best."

"Oh no! Do you know how they are going to do it?"

"Afraid not. I just got told to report there this afternoon."

"I hope you get killed swift and quickly. A pity you don't enjoy being tortured and snuffed slowly. You know, it could be enjoyable. I hope I get tortured a lot before I get killed when it's my time."

"Not me. You know I don't go for such things. I just hope they do it quickly. The guillotine might be a good and quick way to go."

"Well, good luck. I love you, mom."

"I love you, too, sweetheart. Enjoy your anniversary and give my regards to Marcel. I gotta get ready now. Bye!"

"Bye mom and once again, good luck."

Ingrid's mother, Erika, was a 39 years old woman. She was quite attractive and could have passed for a 29 year old. Her strawberry blond hair was smooth and long, but she wore them neatly tied to a bundle at the back of her head. She had taken good care of herself. Despite her age, she did not have saggy tits yet but rather she had a pair of perfectly firm breasts with big and hard nipples.

Her tummy felt funny when she thought about her current situation. She had just been notified that she was to be culled. It wasn't something she didn't expect. All women when they reach 35 automatically join the national culling program. The culling program ensured that the population did not get into imbalance and also ensured that older women be terminated. It would be cruel to let women die of old age when their bodies have deteriorated and there's not much left of their beauties. The culling program ensured that such cruelty would not happen. Erika did not mind being culled. It was just how things were. It was the natural way. Women need to be culled when they reach a certain age. She had no problem with that. However, she still felt weird about it. She wondered how she would be killed. She hoped that it would be a quick and painless death. But she had no choice. The center would decide how to best dispatch her. It was completely up to them unless she could pay them the optional luxury fee. If only she had the money. If she was rich she could had afforded the optional luxury fee and could select the way she was to be dispatched. That was the luxury of the rich. The rich could select the way they were killed, even who killed them and they usually chose some celebrity to do it, but Erika had no such luxury. Her fait was to be decided by her local culling center or whoever was in charge of it.

While Erika was getting ready to report to her local culling center, Ingrid was busy preparing for her anniversary celebration. The news about her mother's impending culling unsettled her a bit, but there was nothing she could do about it nor was it really worth to worry about. Every woman eventually gets snuffed one way or the other. Some women enjoy it like she knew she would and others do not. She said a quick prayer wishing her mother a quick death since she knew that's how her mother wanted to end. Then she continued the preparation for the anniversary reception. She crossed her mother's name off from the attendance list and worked on the schedule for Saturday, her anniversary day.

Suddenly the phone rang again. "Ingrid Doden" she answered it.

"Hi, it's Pamela. I don't have much time for chit chat, gotta make this quick, sorry about that."

"That's ok, what's up?"

"I won't be able to make it to your party this weekend. I'm really sorry, but my sister got sick so I have to take her place at the execution this Friday. I'm afraid that means I won't be able to come to your thing."

"Oh I understand. Thanks for letting me know. By the way, how are you gonna be done?"

"I don't know yet, but prolly the axe or the guillotine. It is going to be some kind of beheading. Anyway, I gotta get ready and report for my duty. Bye and good luck at your party."

"Thanks and good luck to you, too. Bye"

That took off another one from her guest list. Ingrid cursed silently but went to continue on her schedule for the weekend. Her plan was to sleep in, then wake her hubby by blowing his cock and getting fucked. Breakfast was to be delivered that morning so they could have it in bed. She wanted to enjoy herself and have some more fun in bed. At nine thirty, breakfast would be arriving. She had already put in an order for two fresh eyeball sandwiches, which was another luxury that they usually could not afford, but since it was their special day, Marcel said that they should enjoy it as much as possible and borrowed some extra money from a friend for this. After breakfast, their snuff bunny should arrive around half past ten. Marcel and her would then do some preliminary torture, probably just a mild whipping. Then she would do some preparation before the lunch reception when all her friends would arrive. They would then be able to admire their snuff bunny. She was planning to borrow her friend Anika's cross and have the snuff bunny bound spread eagled on it for everyone to admire and probably another whipping session for her friends to watch. Then after lunch when everyone would leave, she and Marcel would finally be able to enjoy the merciless and undisturbed torturing of their snuff bunny for several hours. During the week she was going to ensure that they had all the torture tools ready for this great event. She would carefully prepare all the torture instruments and make sure they had enough cooking utensils. Then in the late afternoon, they would slaughter the bunny and get her ready for dinner. That would be an interesting exercise. They had never butchered and cooked a woman before. It was going to be their first time doing it and just the mere thought about it made her pussy moist. She had cooked parts of women before that she bought at the butcher's shop on special occasions, but usually, they could not afford the luxury of human meat nor the prime parts like cunt steaks and tits. But this time it was different. It was their anniversary and they had saved up a long time for this. They would have a whole human cow to butcher. Ingrid had already bought several manuals on how to butcher a woman and studied them very carefully. She did not want to make a mess and waste their precious snuff bunny.

Then the phone rang again and Ingrid was already dreading another disappointment.

"Hi, it's Barbara here. Ingrid, this is a bit embarrassing, but I trust you won't tell anybody else."

"Sure, sis, what's up?"

"Well, you know that big vibrating thing you saw at my place? I sorta got carried away with it and slipped and broke my hip and leg while I was riding it."

"No way, you were fucking that huge thing?" Ingrid laughed hysterically. "You silly bitch you."

"Hey, you promised not to tell anyone, remember that. It was embarrassing enough when the ambulance came and I was lying on the floor all naked with blood dripping from my pussy."

"Gee, I wish I could have seen your face."

"I bet you would. But anyway, I gotta get some rest now and I wanted to let you know that I won't be able to come to your anniversary this weekend. I'll prolly have to stay in the hospital for another two weeks."

"Gee, it's that bad?"

"Yep, unfortunately. The doctor told me, no sex for another month. I don't know how I am gonna survive this, sigh."

"Well, serves you right."

"See ya, bitch."

"Yeah, see ya when you get better."

That was scratch three. Ingrid's guest list was starting to shrink. If this trend were going to continue, she would have to cancel the lunch reception.

And then the phone rang yet again.

"No, screw you." she yelled into the phone.

"I wish." she heard coming back from the other end.

"Oh hi, Stephanie, how's it going? Sorry for the outburst there. I just had lots of bad news."

"Oh no! In that case, you'll prolly kill me for this."

"What?"

"I gotta disappoint you this weekend. Sorry."

"What's your lame excuse?"

"I have to work. Remember the agency I was submitting my tapes to?"

"You mean 'The Adventurous Snuff ' agency?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Well, they have accepted my application and offered me a job. I'll be starting this Saturday. I was told some couple wants to whack me during sex and then butcher me for roasting afterwards. Hey, maybe those two sickos are you and Marcel, hahaha."

"Yeah right. As if we could afford to buy someone as pretty as you are."

"Yup, I'm first rate material, the best of the best."

"Ha, you are ditching your friend."

"Well sorry, but you must admit, it's my dream job and it would be silly of me not to accept it straight away. Someone else might get it if I take too long to decide. It's a chance of a lifetime. If I don't do it this week, I might never have the chance again."

"Yayaya, you snob."

"Hey, watch it. I may be able to make them tape it and send you a copy. Who knows?"

"Oh really? That would be so cool."

"You bet. Seriously, I will ask them whether you could get a video of me being snuffed, but I can't promise they will let you have it."

"I understand, but I hope I could get it. Well, good luck and try your best to get me the video."

"Sure thing! And I am truly sorry for not being able to come to your party. Have fun and send my regards to Marcel."

"Thanks and good luck to you to."

"Bye."

"See ya."

Fortunately, that was the last cancellation and Ingrid had just enough people left on the guest list to have a small party. And soon Ingrid forgot about them since she was quite busy preparing for the party. Time flew by fast while Ingrid was happily preparing for the great event and it was Saturday in no time.

When she awoke in the morning it was already past eight o'clock and Marcel was still sleeping. She slipped out of her nightgown and crawled under the bed sheets to find Marcel's cock. It was quite hard already. He always woke up with a boner. Ingrid carefully popped it into her mouth and began to suck on it carefully and gradually increased in speed as it grew harder and thicker filling her hungry mouth. Suddenly she could feel two strong hands pushing down on her head forcing her to gag on the erect cock. Ingrid deep throated it until she gagged on it and the grip loosened. When she finally looked up, she could see Marcel grinning at her while still making her head bob up and down on his cock with his strong hands.

He was now also starting to thrust his cock into her mouth, fucking her mouth harder and harder until she could hear him start to moan loader. Ingrid instinctively pulled the rock hard cock out of her mouth and positioned it so that it could shoot deeply into her wide-open mouth. She knew that Marcel loved to watch his cum shooting into her mouth and on her face. And then a huge load of cum shot straight into her mouth hitting the back of her throat and almost making her choke. Then a second huge blast splattered her face covering up her nose and her left eye. Ingrid loved cum. She immediately scraped off the cum from her face with her fingers and licked them clean. It tasted delicious. There was nothing better to start the day with than a fresh load of cum straight from the source.

Suddenly Ingrid winced in pain. Marcel had meanwhile grabbed her tits with both his hands and was squeezing them like lemons. The pain was excruciating. Ingrid was almost crying from the pain, but at the same time she enjoyed it. She just loved feeling the pain. Then Marcel pushed her down on her stomach and spread her cheeks. She loved this part. Marcel stroked his cock a few times while fingering her hot wet pussy. It quickly became to life again and was rock hard immediately. Gripping his cock by the base he leaned over behind Ingrid's back and forced his thick cock into her tiny ass crack. Ingrid felt a slight brutal pain sweep over her as her ass was brutally assaulted. In a few seconds only, Marcel had his big cock sliding in and out of Ingrid's tiny butt hole while she has initially howling and then moaning in both pleasure and pain and Ingrid begged Marcel to fuck her tight pussy as well. And soon afterwards he pulled out of her asshole and stuck his cock into her hot love canal filling it up completely with his hot and throbbing manhood. After a few minutes of this intense fucking Marcel began to shake and tremble. It was a sign that he was about to shoot again. Quickly he pulled his cock out of Ingrid and she immediately turned around lying on her back with her mouth wide open ready to receive another load. Marcel stroked his big cock a few more times while positioning himself above Ingrid's face and pointing his cock straight at her wide open mouth. And then he shot another massive load of cum into her mouth and on her face with some even caught in her hair. Ingrid loved the feeling of fresh cum on her face, but Marcel did not leave her much time to enjoy that feeling. He roughly grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into the bathroom. There he forced her to squat in front of the toilet. Ingrid knew that he wanted to use her as a toilet again. He had done it many times before even though he knew she hated it. She hated the piss, the disgusting yellow liquid that humans produced as waste material. However, she loved the degradation and humiliation of the perverted act of being a human toilet. She obediently opened her mouth wide when he twisted her nipples hard and painfully. Then he pissed on her face and into her mouth. Ingrid swallowed some of the stinking yellow piss but tried to spit out most of it. She hated its taste but she knew she had to swallow some to make Marcel happy and that was very important to her. After she had met Marcel, he became her only purpose in life. His pleasure was the most important thing to her, followed by her own pleasure. She would do anything to make him happy, even drink piss and eat shit, which she hated and found extremely disgusting.

When he finished pissing, Ingrid licked his cock clean and it grew hard again and Marcel immediately wanted to fuck her. Quickly, he turned her around forcing her to kneel in front of the toilet and took her from behind while pushing her head down into the toilet bowl. Ingrid struggled to breath while her head was forced into the toilet bowl and Marcel conveniently flushed it to fill it up with water. He also fucked her very hard since he was very turned on by her having just drunk his piss. Ingrid was asphyxiating in the filthy toilet bowl. She was in need to catch her breath from the merciless pounding but she was unable to do so due to her special predicament. Then finally he released her and allowed her to pull her head out of the toilet bowl. Ingrid coughed and spat when she was finally being able to breath again and quickly changed her tone to moaning and screaming as her ass was being pounded for the finishing touch. And soon after, it was filled with hot cum. Ingrid could feel her bowels filling up with hot semen. She loved that feeling as well.

Then the doorbell rang. Ingrid immediately ran out of the bathroom and quickly glanced at the clock on her wall. Then she quickly put on a bathrobe and ran to the door. When she opened it, she was greeted with the smell of freshly roasted breakfast. There was a woman dressed in the usual Sex'n' Food uniform holding a tray which looked like it contained her breakfast. It smelled delicious. "Two fresh eye ball sandwiches?" the delivery woman inquired. "Yes, that's right." Ingrid replied excitedly. "Please sign here, madam." the delivery woman indicated a spot at the bottom of a form. Ingrid quickly signed it without looking at what was on the paper and the delivery woman handed her the tray with the eyeball sandwiches. Then she went back to her delivery truck and drove off.

Ingrid stared at the two sandwiches she was holding. She knew that two women had just lost their eyesight if not much more to allow her and Marcel to enjoy these sandwiches. It was such a sexy thought. She imagined two struggling women tied securely and having their eye balls gauged out and placed onto their sandwich. She closed the door behind her and threw the bathrobe away and walked back into the bedroom naked with only the tray of delicious sandwiches in her hand. Marcel jumped back into bed and she quickly joined him putting the tray at the foot of their bed and immediately hugged and kissed him.

After some more raunchy sex, pain and a delicious breakfast in bed, the delivery they had been waiting for finally arrived punctually at ten thirty. Both Marcel and Ingrid were already fully dressed and anxiously waiting in their living room when the doorbell rang again. Ingrid immediately dashed to the door while Marcel followed her slowly. When Ingrid opened the door, an elderly man with glasses in a suit greeted her.

"Mrs. Ingrid Doden, I presume."

"Yes, that's Me." she replied excitedly.

"I am from the Snuff & Pleasure Agency. You ordered a snuff bunny to kill?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Could I please see some ID, miss? It's regulation that before I hand over the snuff bunny, I verify that you are indeed Ingrid Doden."

"Certainly. Here's my driver's license."

"It all seems to be in perfect order. Thank you. If you please sign here while I get your delivery out of the van", the man said and handed her a pen and a receipt for her to sign. Then he went back to his truck.

Ingrid quickly signed the papers and watched the man walk to his delivery truck, opening the back of it and retrieving a woman - no their snuff bunny. The woman seemed to be in good shape. Ingrid could not make it out from the distance, but she definitely was neither fat nor skinny. The snuff bunny was wearing a plain black robe, which completely covered her body. She also was hooded and could not see a thing, but she was not restrained at all. She was wearing a dog collar and the men lead her to the house by a leash and she slowly followed him carefully taking a small step at a time. The man was very patiently with her. It was obvious that he must have been doing this for a long time. When they finally arrived back at the door, he handed Ingrid the leash and verified that she had signed the form.

"Thank you Mrs. Doden. Remember, you have to snuff her today; otherwise you will incur an additional fee. Have a pleasant day."

With that he left Ingrid with her new snuff bunny while he walked back to his truck and then drove off.

Ingrid was still standing at the door holding the leash of her new snuff bunny, hardly believing that this was for real and not one of her many dreams. She was now really holding the leash of a snuff bunny, her very own snuff bunny that she could torture and kill to her liking. It was an incredible feeling of power and depravity. It was finally happening. Meanwhile Marcel took over and led the snuff bunny into their living room where they had mounted the cross that Ingrid had borrowed from Anika.

"Common darling. Let's see our new toy." he suggested smilingly. He also was very excited, probably even more excited than Ingrid, but he appeared cool and in control.

"Oh yes", Ingrid responded very excitedly and eager to start playing.

Marcel stepped behind the snuff bunny and with one quick tug ripped off the robe from the snuff bunny. She was completely naked underneath it and had no body hair at all. The skin was completely smooth and the big clit and tits were magnificent. Her skin was shining invitingly. She must have had been rubbed in olive oil before delivery. She also looked very familiar. Those two firm breasts and the big erect nipples, and that big glistering pussy. Ingrid could swear she had seen this body before, although not in such a sexy condition. Could it be Stephanie? She was hinting at that on the phone, but Ingrid thought she was just teasing. Would she really have done this for her friend? No, it could not be. Stephanie was the same age as Ingrid. This woman was much older, yet she looked very familiar. Then Marcel took off the hood from the snuff bunny and both he and Ingrid dropped their jaw in surprise. It was Erika, Ingrid's mother.

There was a long silence as everyone was just starring and looking at each other. It seemed like an eternity.

Then Marcel finally broke the silence.

"This is a pleasant surprise. It seems like you get to attend our anniversary after all."

"Mom", Ingrid said and ran over to her and hugged her tightly.

"Hi, sweetheart", Erika responded and was a little shocked and surprised herself.

"What are we going to do now?", inquired Ingrid, obviously plagued with guilt since she loved her mother very much and knew that she hated torture.

"Darling", Erika said lovingly, "do whatever you had planned. Don't worry about me", she said bravely. "I know how much you have always wanted it and how long you've been saving up and waiting for this. I don't want to ruin it all for you. Really, I don't mind. Do what you planned to do with me. I will always love you."

Ingrid just hugged her mother harder and was almost in tears. She was so touched by her mother's love. How could she be so brutal and torture her? But then, she was right. Ingrid had waited for this for so long and both she and Marcel had worked so hard to save up enough money for this. It should not go to waste.

Marcel found this situation quite amusing, but he kept it to himself since he knew how much Ingrid loved her mother. If it were not for that he would have long ago fucked Erika. She was such a hot woman, but Marcel did not know how Ingrid would had reacted if he had fucked her mother. It was quite a complex relationship between the two. Marcel had fucked Barbara before but it was with Ingrid's permission while she was away on a course once. She had offered her sister as a substitute to look after Marcel for while she was away. But her mother had always been off limits, probably because she was not into BDSM and maybe some morale issues as well. Marcel did not worry about it that much. He had Ingrid, and occasionally Barbara for his sexual pleasures and was quite content. However, the situation now was completely different. He had worked very hard for this event, worked overtime to get extra money, reduced his expenses on other activities. They could not back out now. They could not afford it anyway. And Erika was so hot. Marcel went behind Erika and fondled her big tits at which she began to moan and rubbed her ass against his cock. Marcel immediately got a hard on and his dick painfully pressed against Erika's buttocks. Suddenly he could feel Erika pulling his pants down and guiding his cock to the entrance of her anus. Before he could do anything, she slammed her ass backwards and impaled herself on his big cock.

Marcel began to fuck her hard while pinching her nipples, which he was used to do when fucking Ingrid. Erika gritted her teeth in pain, but did nothing else other than humping backwards onto the big dick in her ass.

Ingrid was stunned watching Marcel and her mother fuck in front of her very own eyes. It felt so unreal to her. Her hubby humping her mother and inflicting pain upon her. She watched as Marcel pinched and squeezed her mother's breasts while she winced in pain. The sight of this did it to her and she lost all inhibitions. She grabbed her favorite bullwhip and started to hit her mother's flat belly with it. First softly and increasingly harder and harder until she could hear her mother scream in pain. Ingrid was like in a trance. She could not stop. The feeling was too intense, the pleasure too wonderful, the screams of her mother; it all filled her with lust.

Marcel was starting to thrust harder and faster, his heavy breathing showed that he was ready to cum. Abruptly, he pulled his big cock out of Erika and threw her to the ground so that she dropped on her back with her legs spread wide open. Then he stepped onto her belly with one foot and squatted down so that his penis was positioned above Erika's mouth. Monica took a heavy blow at her mother's exposed and helpless pussy. She heard her scream out loudly. At the same time Marcel shot his load and it all landed into Erika's wide-open mouth. Ingrid immediately felt an orgasm ripple through her hearing her mother's shrill scream and watching her mouth being filled with loads of Marcel's hot cum. In spite the pain, Erika swallowed all the gooey cum and also licked up cum that landed around her lips.

"Wow, that was great", Marcel exclaimed while trying to catch his breath.

"Yes, it was fantastic", said Ingrid full of lust. "Can't wait for the rest of it."

Erika remained silent, not sure what to say about it. On one hand she enjoyed the depravity of the situation and the sex, but on the other hand she hated the pain and was dreading her impending doom.

"But we need to get ready now. The guests will arrive soon." Marcel reminded, and he was absolutely right.

Ingrid quickly hurried into the kitchen to prepare the morsels she had pre-made the night before. Her mother followed her into the kitchen to help her out. Together, they made a fresh salad and Erika showed Ingrid her special salad dressing. They finished just in time for the guests to arrive. The doorbell rang, and the first guests arrived just after they managed to decorate the table and arrange the cutlery. They were all punctual and arrived shortly after one another. Everyone was excited and curious about the snuff bunny.

On her arrival, Anika immediately stormed into the living room where her cross was standing and looking around excitedly.

"Where is she? Where is the snuff bunny?" she asked full of curiosity and excitement.

Ingrid waited for everyone to assemble before springing the surprise to her friends.

"Come on everybody, gather around. I want to show you our special snuff bunny."

Everyone gathered around the cross very quickly, excited to see the snuff bunny. None of them had ever seen a snuff bunny live, up close and personal before. It was so very exciting to everyone.

"May I introduce our snuff bunny to you", she began. "Mom, please come over here and take off your clothes again." she gestured to her mother.

A few jaws dropped and Ingrid enjoyed watching her friend's stunned and surprised faces.

"I believe most of you already know my mother, our snuff bunny!"

Her friends, in particular Anika, looked at her and then her mother Erika in awe and disbelief.

"You are all welcome to whip and fuck her, but let's have some food first, I'm starved already." she said while tying her mother's hands to the cross. Then she joined some of her friends who went to get some food while others like Anika stayed behind to give her mother a good whipping. Ingrid listened to her mother scream in pain while she ate her lunch and carried on some conversations with some of her friends who were curious about how she managed to be able to get her own mother as the snuff bunny and how she felt about snuffing her own mother.

"This is so wicked," her friend Sarah said. "I never thought of snuffing my own mother, but you know, the thought of it really turns me on. I think that's what I'm gonna do as well when I save up enough money."

"Yeah, you wicked bitch. Are you planning on snuffing your sister as well? You probably already planned it, right? You are really something. Just incredible." her friend Helen said with admiration.

The rest of the day they spend torturing Erika while Marcel took the opportunity to fuck each of Ingrid's girl friends. Most of his friends were busily enjoying Erika's torture or gangbanging Ingrid. Finally, in the late afternoon, everyone was exhausted and left for the day. Things had turned out a little different than what Ingrid had planned but she was not complaining. In fact, she really enjoyed being gang banged and brutalized by all of Marcel's friends while thinking about snuffing her own mother. It was a real turn on and allowed her to orgasm many times. Her back was left with a few marks and bruises that would take a few days to heal and her buttocks had purple spots and some markings. Her face had been slapped a lot as well and she put some ice on her cheeks to cool them a bit and soothe the burning. Marcel also had a very enjoyable afternoon. He got to fuck all of Ingrid's friends and since most of them were masochistic bitches, he could hurt them as well and hear them scream in pain which made him rock hard. Since there was not enough time left to turn Ingrid's mother into dinner that night, Ingrid and Marcel decided to invite their friends back the following day for a banquet of freshly roasted long pork.

"Come back tomorrow evening. We will butcher her tonight so you will be able to taste some fresh meat and admire Marcel's cooking skills tomorrow." she reminded all her guests before they left.

Ingrid and Marcel both were tired from the endless sex they had all day and decided to lay down for an hour. Erika was tired from the torture and the screaming as well. All three of them cuddled together and took a little nap.

When they awoke a few hours later, it was already nine in the evening.

"Wow, look at the time. It's later than I thought. Guess all this fucking made me more tired than I could had imagined." Ingrid remarked.

"Yeah, it was great. So depraved." Marcel agreed.

"Are you going to butcher me now?" Erika asked shyly and with a bit fear in her voice.

"Yes, we need to do it now. We don't have much time left. You need to be dead by midnight. Do you mind much? How do you feel about it, mom?"

"I...I..I don't know. I guess I am all right with it. I don't have much choice anyway."

"Let's take a shower first and then go to the kitchen", Marcel suggested and they did just that.

First Ingrid and Marcel showered together and after they dried each other they washed their meat, Erika. She was given several enemas until her bowls were completely clean. Then Marcel led her into the kitchen and Ingrid followed shortly carrying a bucket.

Marcel tied Erika's hands together and lifted her up so he could hook her bound wrists to the steel hook that he had installed the week before. Ingrid placed the bucket in front of her mother so that it was located just underneath her belly. Erika shook with fear when she saw her daughter approach her holding a sharp butchering knife. She knew her end was close which she did not mind too much, but she feared the pain that was associated with it. She always wanted to die a quick and painless death, but now, she was going to be butchered alive. She could not imagine anything worst than that. The fact that she was going to be butchered by her own daughter did not make it much easier either. She loved her daughter very much and would do anything possible to please her. Never would she have dreamed that her worst nightmare and her ultimate gift and token of love to her daughter could be the same thing. It gave her a mixed feeling, dread, fear, but also love at the same time. She wanted to be butchered alive to make her daughter happy but she did not want to die a slow and painful death.

Bravely she whispered to her daughter when she arrived. "Butcher me, darling. Cut me open and gut me. I want you to enjoy this event and remember that I love you. Kill me! Cut off my big tits and rip out my cunt. I'm just a piece of meat for you to butcher and eat."

Ingrid was incredibly turned on by what her mother had just said and shook off any moral reservations on what she was about to do. She just drove her knife into her mother's soft belly like plunging a spoon into some jelly. Her mother tried to be brave and bit her lips to avoid screaming. She had a very pained face and tears welled up around her eyes. Ingrid could see that her mother was in terrible pain and she enjoyed the depraved sight of it. She cut downwards with the knife to open her mother up further until she could see some of her glistering intestines. While Ingrid was cutting her mother open, Marcel took the opportunity to bugger her ass. Erika's painful gutting made her contract her muscles. Her sphincter contracted violently around Marcel's already erect cock squeezing him to explosion inside the already tight asshole.

"Hey, take out your cock, silly boy. I might accidentally cut you." Ingrid remarked jokingly to Marcel when she heard him moan at his orgasm. She was pulling out intestines from within her mother's stomach and dropping them into the bucket she had previously placed underneath her.

"Wow, she is still alive and look at her expression. Looks like she is in terrible agony." Marcel remarked when he faced Erika and saw her pained expression.

"Oh yeah, ain't this something special?"

"You bet. My turn. I wanna cut off her tits now", he said and took the knife from Ingrid and started to fondle Erika's big tits who just stared at him with disbelief. She had hoped she would die from the gutting but to her terror, she lived right through it and experienced every single bit of pain feeling Ingrid reach inside her and pulling out her intestines one by one. The sensation of her skin being cut open and her internals being pulled out slowly was beyond anything she had ever experienced. She had hoped that it would end with that but realizing that it was only the beginning of her extreme fatal torture and eventual demise, she just silently let it happen to her hoping that it would end soon. However, that was not going to be the case. Ingrid and Marcel had planned on a long and painful slaughter session. They wanted to enjoy their first experience of slaughtering and the infliction of pain excited them too much to not prolong it.

Marcel placed the sharp blade at the base of Erika's right breast and carefully drew the knife across. Erika could feel the hot white pain at the base of her magnificent tit. Marcel looked her straight into the eyes while he continued cutting her breast. She stared back into his excited eyes while gasping at the terrible pain in her chest until it became unbearable and she started to scream a very shrill scream. Marcel could feel an instant boner at the sound and sight of her agony and continued to cut more vigorously. The feeling was intense. Meanwhile Ingrid had detected the boner and was sucking on it feverishly, becoming more and more excited and horny with every more intense scream from her mother until she was choking on the humongous load of cum that Marcel had shot when he finally had severed Erika's tit and was holding it with his left hand in rapture and bliss.

He put down the knife and admired the lump of meat he was holding that once was his mother-in-law's breast. It was bleeding heavily and his entire arm was soon covered in blood. Ingrid immediately rubbed some salt onto the open wound where once a beautiful breast was. Erika shook and spasmed in reflex to the terrible pain and knocked Ingrid back so she fell backwards onto her butt.

Recovering from her fall, Ingrid took hold of the blood-covered knife and grabbed her mother's remaining breast. It felt hard and erect. This led Ingrid to believe that her mother was actually turned on from being debreasted. But it did not matter whether she did or not. The important thing for Ingrid was that it turned her on, to have the power and satisfaction of being able to mutilate such a fine breast into a mere piece of meat. She pulled her mother's nipple as far away from her body as possible until it was fully stretched and then looked her mother deep into the eyes while cutting off her nipple. She enjoyed watching the pain and disbelief at her cruelty in her mother's pretty eyes. Then she licked her mother on the face with her outstretched tongue covering her face with a bit of saliva. Continuing from that she rubbed the little nipple across her mother's face as well so that screeches of her saliva and her mother's blood mixed. Then she placed the nipple on the tip of her outstretched tongue and sensually took it into her mouth and chewed on it. The look of complete terror and disgust on her mother's face just added to her enjoyment as she slowly ate the nipple.

Next Marcel took an electric handsaw and began to saw at Erika's left hip while blood splattered from the wound. Ingrid immediately placed her face below the flood of blood so that it flowed onto her face. She rubbed her pussy hard with quick and long strokes while she took this blood shower. When the leg was sawn off Marcel continued with the other leg and Ingrid moved over a bit to continue her shower. By this time, her entire body was already covered in red blood.

"Put her onto the table now. I want to hack off her arms." Ingrid moaned still in ecstasy as Marcel finished sawing off both of her mother's legs and placed them neatly next to the kitchen sink. Then he untied Erika and placed her onto the kitchen table on her back while Ingrid grabbed a meat cleaver.

Marcel pulled Erika to the edge of the table and rubbed his throbbing cock. He had no troubles accessing her exposed pussy and rammed his tool deep into the hole.

"Hold her down", Ingrid commanded with a look full of lust.

Marcel grabbed both of Erika's arms by the elbows and put his weight onto them while pumping his rock hard cock into her wet soaking pussy.

Ingrid raised the meat cleaver and aimed. Then she slashed down. It sank into her mother's right shoulder and was stuck. She had to pull it out again and aimed again and again, hacking on her mother's shoulder repetitively. It was not because she was weak and required several attempts. She just enjoyed the act and wanted to prolong the suffering caused by her repeated hacking. Eventually, she had hacked off the entire arm and Marcel was holding it curiously.

"Wow, do the other one halfway only. I want to rip it off her shoulder", he demanded and Ingrid complied. She hacked around on her mother's other shoulder while she screamed at the pain of each attack on her remaining arm. Then Marcel told her to stop and held Erika's still attached hand and pulled at it abruptly, at which she screamed out. He tried again, this time using both his hands. He grabbed her arm by the elbow and yanked at it with all his might and he heard a crack but the arm was still attached by the skin and the muscles. He took a closer grip, grabbing her limb arm at the biceps and then tore it off with one final pull. Erika screamed and then howled terribly as she was turned limbless. Marcel continued to fuck her pussy that was so tight from her involuntary contractions caused by his violation of her body.

"You are about to come, darling. Gut fuck her and then spray it all on her face." Ingrid suggested.

"Oh yeah, fuck me baby." Erika moaned painfully unable to control her feelings and emotions. She was both moaning from the pleasure and screaming from pain at the same time.

Marcel pulled his rock hard cock out of her wet pussy and climbed onto the table so that he could stick it into her guts. When he was on the table he drove his cock into her gutted belly and fucked it like it was the natural thing to do. Erika coughed out some blood after screaming out her lungs for the last time. This brought him to orgasm. He quickly pulled out and moved up to her face just in time to splatter a huge load of cum all over her face.

"Wow, I think I am done for today", he remarked jokingly and fully exhausted.

"Hey, let me get you a drink." Ingrid suggested. "Do you want one too, mom?"

She got no response from her mother who seemed out of it. She went to the fridge and got some cold water for Marcel and some for herself as well. Marcel emptied the whole glass of water she gave him, while she only drank half of hers. Then she splashed the rest of her glass over her mother's face, which brought her back to consciousness.

"You look worn out and tired, mom. Let me help you fix up your face a bit. I want you to look pretty when I chop off your head. We'll have it mounted and displayed for everyone to see," she told her mother who was beyond caring anymore. She just blinked her eyes in acknowledgement and was too weak to say anything.

Ingrid went to fix up her mother's face, wiping off her tears and putting on some make up so that her face was more presentable while Marcel fucked her in the ass.

"Try to smile, mom, I'm gonna chop off your head now", Ingrid said and grabbed the axe that was leaning behind the kitchen door leaving Marcel standing there with his hard cock pointing at her.

Erika strained her face with her remaining power and tried hard to smile. Even the twitching of her facial muscles for a tiny little smile required a lot of effort from her. She was so tired and had not much energy left. In addition, it took a lot of concentration from her which in turn made her feel the pain in the rest of her tortured and mutilated body even more.

Ingrid got into position and held the heavy axe with both her hands high above her head and aimed at her mother's throat. Marcel was rubbing his own cock with his hand while his left hand was pushing itself into Ingrid's asshole. Ingrid enjoyed the slow penetration into her butt hole while she waited until her mother had formed a small strained smile and was looking upwards directly into her eyes. They both locked eyes and stared at each other for a while before Ingrid swung the axe downwards towards her mother's exposed throat. The axe came crashing down onto Erika's neck and cleanly severed the head from the rest of her body. The head dropped over the edge of the table and almost fell onto the floor was it not for Marcel's quick reflex. He pulled his hand out of Ingrid's ass and caught Erika's falling head just as it was only inches away from the ground and scooped it up like a falling basketball. Carefully, he placed the severed head next to the now lifeless corpse of Ingrid's mother.

Then both Ingrid and Marcel looked at each other and hugged tightly. They also renewed their vows of eternal love and staying together until death them part. Then they cleaned up and placed the severed body parts into the freezer before they retired to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms from exhaustion.