"Love in Snuffland" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/sM6CT16v Created on: Thursday 2nd of February 2017 01:21:20 AM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:23:41 AM UTC Love in Snuffland Working out was a good way to calm the mind, especially the way Druzella Masterson did it. She was more into yoga than into weightlifting or running, though the gym she visited somewhat infrequently catered to all three pastimes. She was an attorney with the law firm of of Chambers, Howe, Bedford and Lawson, well paid for her work, and currently with only one daughter, Stephanie, just a sweet, tender 18 and off to college. At the rather more advanced age of 36, Dru was still fit and healthy for her body-type, which was both Nordic-tall and Nordic-pale, but with the soft, maternal curves of motherhood, as well as a prodigious G-cup bosom, something she took pleasure in flaunting. Dru was just in the middle of a wide, stretching split when she noticed someone new coming in from the door to the showers. She couldn't quite help the double-take, though she did manage to keep from falling over on her rather impressive tits. The newcomer was tall, possibly her equal in height, but slender. A trifle more than the bare minimum of body fat sheathing visible, toned muscles. She was clad only in a sports bra and boy-shorts, baring skin the color of the dark-coffee, a deep brown, almost black. She kept her thickly curled hair short, a tight cap to her elegantly shaped skull, with high, narrow cheekbones, framing a lean face with deep-set dark eyes beneath a high, domed forehead. Lips not too full, but not too thin, and wide enough to be expressive were quirked slightly up at one corner, and underlined by a lean, narrow jaw that came to a sharp point at her chin. The long column of her neck was bare, she wore no jewelry at all, letting her natural beauty shine without frivolous adornment. Her figure was perfect, trim and lean without being skinny, with gorgeously full breasts tightly restrained by her absorbent sports bra, her bare belly long, her hips flaring to an elegant curve and a tight, plump ass. Long, lithe legs made up most of her considerable height, toned to gorgeous perfection that made Dru want to worship at her dainty feet. In all, she presented the perfect figure of a Zulu warrior princess, her haughty gaze seeming to sweep everyone in the gym, weigh and judge them, and find them all wanting. Dru remembered to breathe only with difficulty as the sculpted goddess-made-flesh sat at the bench-press and set the weights to her liking, beginning her own workout. Dru continued her own, her gentle stretches working her muscles softly, so as not to overstretch herself, but she could not tear her eyes from the ebony goddess over in the weight-lifting area. More than once she caught the woman's deep, dark eyes looking at her, and each time, she blushed uncontrollably. 'Get a hold of yourself Dru, you're nearly forty, not some girl eager for a first date.' She finished her stretches and switched to a treadmill, which bordered the weight area and where she could keep a surreptitious eye on the dark-skinned beauty. She was far less subtle than she thought she was, because after some time at the thigh-machine, the woman asked her point-blank. "You waiting to use these?" Dru nearly fell off the treadmill, "Eep! Um, n-no, I was just..." The woman gave a knowing smirk, her gaze direct and level as she deliberately opened her legs as wide as the machine would permit. "Just what?" She thought her heart would stop from the sheer exotic, erotic beauty of this goddess, and her tongue took over while her brain was out to lunch. "Admiring you. You're very beautiful.." The ebony woman gave a smirk at the flustered older woman. "Got a name, Ms. Admirer?" She had to swallow a quick mouthful of water to loosen her throat. "Forgive my bad manners, I'm Druzella Masterson. Whom may I have the honor of addressing?" "Call me Jessie. Or Jess. Just don't call me Jessica, I hate that name. And it's Jessie Coltrane, by the by." "I'm very pleased to meet you, Ms Coltrane, please, don't mind my wandering eyes, they have a habit of eyeing the pretty ones, though I must admit, when you walked in, my standards of 'pretty' got very skewed." Oh goddess, she was babbling, and Ms Coltrane was smirking openly at her, "Excuse me, I have a bad habit of talking too much. Don't allow me to disturb your workout, Ms Coltrane, I'll.. Yes, I'll shut up now." Goddess, she hadn't been that embarrassed since she was dating in high school. 'Coltrane. Why was that name familiar?' It took Dru nearly a half hour before she got it, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Jessie Coltrane was a very popular model with several fitness-oriented magazines, some of them quite erotic. Dru's pale cheeks flushed as she remembered one spreading pinup, Jessie on her back, shot from above, with the model looking sultrily at the camera, one hand on her breast, the other on a girl's severed head. The model had been painted with the snuffed girl's blood, a great gout of it covering her thighs, and another shot had shown Jessie from a below-angle, the girl's heart resting on the model's spread sexlips. Dru had masturbated to that photo-set almost exclusively for a week when it came out. She snuck another peek at -that- Jessie, who was over at the mat and doing some cool-downs from her workout. Jessie caught her peeking and raised one haughty, elegant eyebrow as she smirked at the older woman. Dru blushed so very hard and looked away. When she looked up again, her heart jumped into her mouth, because Jessie was leaning against her treadmill. "Got anything planned after this, cutie? I thought we might go for a walk." Dru was certain the woman could hear her heart hammering in her chest, and for one terrifying moment, she thought she was going to faint. "Uhmm, n-no, I don't have anything planned." The dark-ebony goddess grinned, her eyes half-lidded, -knowing-. "Good. Finish up and hit the showers. I'll be in the lobby." She lifted one elegantly manicured finger at Dru, who gulped, "Keep me waiting and I'll leave without you." Dru's throat was so tight with terror and lust she couldn't even squeak, so she merely gave a vigorous nod that had Jessie grinning at her as she sauntered off to the showers herself. Dru had no idea why she didn't fall down dead from sheer overload, but finished her workout and almost -ran- into the showers. Dru was overjoyed to see Jessie, sprawled on a couch in the lobby and playing around with her phone and looking up at the tall, pale woman with a smile. She slid to her feet with a grace that made the older woman's heart skip a beat, and gestured for Dru to proceed first. The day was sunny, but with a few scattered clouds, and the pair enjoyed the fresh air as they walked in silence for a while. Jessie was the one to break it first. "Got anything you wanna talk about, or are you going to stare at me the entire time?" Dru blushed, making Jessie smirk at her, "W-Well, I was thinking maybe we could get some dinner?" "Oh?" That elegant brow rose again. "Got anyplace in mind?" "What about the Beating Heart?" Dru's jaw clicked as she bit that off, far too late. The Beating Heart was a romantic restaurant, considered a spot where couples of a particular bent could go for an extremely romantic night's dining. More to the point, it was a snuff-club, where live girls prepared lovely food, including themselves, for the diner's consumption. Dru could have kicked herself for her proposition. She had no idea if Jessie was into that sort of scene, other than that one spread she did as a cannibal-princess for Exotic. She could be a vegetarian for all she knew, and be disgusted with the idea of actually eating meat. "Heh, kinky girl. Sure. Let's go." Jessie smirked at her. Dru stumbled a moment, her eyes wide, and Jessie raised that brow again. "You got a hearing problem?" "N-no, I was just surprised you've heard of it." "Oh, sure, I always visit the snuff-clubs wherever I go. It's the best way to get dinner and a show." The model gave a wicked grin, "I do so love watching a young, pretty thing in torment as she's cooked, or tearing her open myself." "O-Oh, I see. W-Well, it's just down two blocks and over three, we could be there in a few minutes." "I think I'll like that." Jessie was dressed casually, jeans and a T-shirt, while Dru had on a blouse and skirt, as she hadn't had any inkling of where she might wind up for dinner. Her daughter was off at college this semester, so she was at something of a loose end, and this was certainly an unexpected, if welcome, change to her original idea of getting take-out food. The place had a surprisingly short waiting time, and the pair were seated in one of the private corner booths, where they could still see the nude girls posing and stroking themselves and each other on the raised platform down in the center of the open dining room. Their booth was a cooker-booth, and in addition to the wide table, contained a heated surface on which their meal would be prepared, Japanese Steakhouse style. Jessie slid into the booth first and smirked up at Dru, "So, will you be providing the meat tonight?" The older woman blushed hard, "I might consider it, sometime, but for now, I have a job, and a daughter who needs me." "Ahh, well, too bad. You certainly look juicy." Dru blushed at the compliment as she slid in beside the ebony girl. An older girl in a kimono, somewhere between the two of them in age came to take their order, presenting a list of girls who could be selected from, and prices. Dru winced a little, as she hadn't budgeted for this sort of extravagant dining for the week. Somewhat to her surprise, Jessie glanced over the list and picked out a petite asian girl, specifying that they wanted her pussy-steak, rod-seared to medium-rare. The waitress smiled and nodded, taking the order down on a jot-pad and mincing delicately away, probably off to take another order. Dru leaned over and whispered into Jessie's delicate, shell-like ear. "I'm not sure I can afford this." "That's fine, I was planning on paying for it." She gave the blushing woman a quick grin. "I'll take my payment from you later." Dru swallowed at that, wondering what she meant. The girls down in the center were circling, a cute one evidently being selected for body-sushi as she stepped down and presented her belly for the chef's accurate gutting slice. She didn't tremble or cry out, but gave a slightly-pained smile as the chef extracted her intestines and began to make sushi from her still-living guts. "Now that is a pretty sight." Jessie was watching the gutting intently, an almost hungry look in her eyes. Dru shivered a little at the woman's intensity, and watched as the girl's gut was finished being carved out of her, gasping softly in her efforts to breathe. she did give a little wail as her steak was extracted, the chef carving around her pussy and expertly removing the girl's cunt, womb and ovaries. Those last she tossed to a couple of the nearby crowd, who caught them in their mouths and eagerly kissed, to much catcalling from the onlookers. The gutted girl gave a little whimpery smile as she turned her head to watch her pussy start to brown on the grill beside her. Jessie grinned over at Dru, who was blushing and panting a little as she watched the girl being cooked, "Gets your pussy purring doesn't it. Which do you wanna be, I wonder, the chef or the meat?" Dru hesitated a moment, which made Jessie's eyes twinkle, before firmly replying, "The chef. She gets to see so many girls meet a succulent end, gets to sheppard them into meat-hood, that's not something that many of us can say." The other woman nodded, eyeing Dru speculatively, before glancing up as a petite girl in a white, skimpy dress and black strappy heels approached their booth. She was pushing a small trolley which held a number of sauces, condiments and a few bowls of rice and vegetables. "Domo agrigato. I am Kimi, and I will be your meal tonight." She had such a sweet, happy smile and Dru was instantly put at ease. This place had something of a shady reputation when it came to the willingness of the girls, but the allegations of pressuring girls into volunteering for meat-duty seemed to be unfounded. Jessie, meanwhile was eyeing the girl more as a slab of meat than a person, her hand stealing under the table to lightly caress Dru's thigh, which made the older woman give her a startled look as Kimi continued. "I will prepare you your vegi-rice first, if you please. I would not be able to prepare it after I." She had a faint accent, but otherwise had quite good English. Dru smiled to put the girl at ease, "Of course, that would be lovely." Kimi gave her a grateful smile, seeming a bit intimidated by Jessie's calculating gaze. She cleaned the tabletop first, then quickly and rapidly began frying the rice, adding butter and seasonings, and when it was finished, apportioning it to the two plates. She waited as both sampled their meals and asked, "Is good? I can season if you wish." "No, it's good. You can start cooking, meat." Jessie's tone was harsh, mostly with lust Dru realized as Kimi gave a soft smile at that. The girl nodded and took off her shoes, pushing the trolley out of the way and picking out one of several dildo-shaped cooking rods, having to lean over the hot table to fix it properly in place with the connection to the under-table heating units. While it started to heat, the girl stripped off her dress, barely enough to keep her modest, and carefully stepped up onto the hibachi. She didn't wince as she lightly stepped across the no-doubt scalding surface and carefully knelt down over the cooking implement. "I do hope you enjoy your meal as much as I will enjoy providing it." She gave a happy smile and spread her thighs wide for the two of them, gasping only as her bare, hairless sex touched the tip of the dildo. Jessie was watching hungrily, gripping Dru's thigh almost painfully tight under the table, and Dru risked a chance and stroked her ebony dining companion's jeans-clad leg. Jessie was taught as a bowstring, and didn't even notice as Dru's hand slipped in between her legs, so intent on the girl, gasping and wincing now a bit as she slowly forced her cunt to spread for the wide cooking-rod, now starting to get red at the base. The dark woman suddenly shifted forward, grabbing at one of the girl's legs and giving a cruel tug. Kimi gave a soft cry, biting it back as she was yanked out of position and suddenly sat down on the Rod. Kimi's eyes were wide as it rammed up into her with little ceremony, searing its way up into the girl's womb and making her emit a strangled mewl of pain as her pussy-steak began to cook in earnest. "There we go. Now you'll start cooking right." She turned and gave Dru a wide smile, leaning in and kissing her hard, one hand lifting to hold the paler woman close as the other drifted down to grab Dru's hand and hold it against the crotch of Jessie's jeans. Kimi's soft whimpers mixed with the smell of roasting rump in a way that was clearly turning Jessie on, her hips rocking against Dru's fingers as she watched the girl starting to gasp and turn red. She had sunk down all the way so she was sitting on the stove-top, the impaling cooking-rod sunk full-length in her body, almost up to her navel. Dru could see the girl's skin there starting to blister and crack as her body was cooked from the inside out, and it was making her wet. The combination of succulent smells and arousal were also adding to her appetite and she ate eagerly at her vegetables and rice as she waited for the asian girl to cook. They were distracted from watching that spectacle by a high cry of approval from off somewhere else. A pair of panties were thrown across the hall as a girl who had been sitting at one of the tables shucked her top and stepped up to the barbecue, offering her tits to the chef there, who obediently slathered them with sauce and indicated a spot around the grill. The girl, grinning happily, leaned over and landed her melons with a clank on the hot metal, gasping in surprise at the heat, and moaning thanks at the chef, who slathered more, cool sauce over her now-roasting breasts. She took a moment to strap the volunteer in place, then turned to another girl with tits now seared a warm golden brown by the heat, and carefully carved the cooked meat from her chest. She thanked the cook and unstrapped herself before staggering off towards the back of the hall, no doubt to get medical treatment for her seared chest. Jessie grinned at Dru and pulled her close, cuddling and watching their meal gasp and twitch on the hibachi. "Mmmmmm, something tells me that that girl lost a bet. Or made one." It took a while for their meal to cook, the girl's breath coming in soft, shallow, labored pants as her diaphragm was most certainly damaged by the heat radiating into her belly. The attendants, two tall, strong girls, carefully raised the impaled girl off her final seat. They laid her on her back, a posture that showed the pale-red meat of her steak, shaped by the cooking rod into a perfect circle. Jessie gave a quiet little sound of arousal at the sight as Dru panted eagerly for her meat. Kimi gave a pained whimper as her back started to sizzle on the still-hot grill, the aroma of of fresh-grilled meat filling the small booth. The two attendants carefully cut out her steak, making Kimi mewl which had the effect of making Jessie give a strangled groan of lust and clamp Dru's hadn to her crotch. The attendants sliced off the cooked portions of her legs, ass, and back, leaving them on a platter close for the lovers while they took the partly-cooked Kimi off to the back room, no doubt to finish snuffing her. Jessie watched her go with lust and envy in her eyes, then turned with a smile to Dru. "So, what parts of her do you want first?" Dru lay sweaty and limp on her own bed. Jessie was on top of her, and slowly tracing the curves of Dru's magnificent chest with her lacquered fingernails. Dru was whimpering and sore from the prolonged bout of lovemaking. Her guest had a wicked and inventive mind, and had used two belts, a bathrobe tie, and some cable Dru had around somewhere to very effectively tie Dru's wrists and ankles to the posts of her old-fashioned bed, before riding the pale woman's face and forcing her to eat out that dark, rich, ebony sex. She's been almost animalistic in her urges, demanding and cruel, pinching and twisting Dru's fat, thick nipples mercilessly until her captive lover was a panting, squealing, gasping mess. She even seemed to take interest in the sounds Dru made as she tortured her tits, and left her bare, sodden sex utterly without attention. It wasn't until Dru accidentally came to the sensations of having her tits mauled that Jessie got the idea and started feasting on Dru's pussy as if she were an encore to Kimi's sweetly spiced steak. Hours of such had passed, and now the ebony vixen lay between Dru's legs, teasing her new lover's abused breasts and nipples with soft, delicate caresses. She was grinning lazily, like a cat that got the canary, satiation in her eyes as she gazed into Dru's own. "Mmm, we should do this again sometime." "W-What?" Dru panted, her chest heaving and giving a soft gasp as Jessie pinched her nipple hard. "Like date?" The ebony goddess nodding, smiling up at her pale lover, "Yeah. I think that would be nice."