It was a warm November Day in Stepford and Dee and her Husband had been invited to Thanksgiving by one of his old friends. They drove to this friend’s house and her husband clicked her golden leash into her collar. She did enjoy being paraded around on that golden leash and she was about to meet one of her husband’s old friends and hoped she was looking her best in her tight, leather cat suit.
They walked through the rear gate, Dee slightly behind her husband, enjoying the gentle tug on the leash every once in a while.
“There he is!” Came a voice from the corner of the rather quaint garden. A grey haired man approached the pair and his eyes were drawn onto the leather clad beauty on his old friend’s leash. She smiled warmly up at the man and her green eye’s flashed.
“And this must be your beautiful wife, I must say, she looks just delicious.” He commented.
I giggled a little as I surely didn’t miss the double meaning in that comment. My husband smiled down at me before returning his look to his friend;
“Well, yes and no!” He laughed “She’s a clone of my wife, the original is long gone.” He smirked and both men laughed. I fluttered my lashes and smiled up at the two men.
It was true, Dee, as we see her now, is certainly a clone of her husband’s original wife. She knew that, just what number clone was a little more foggy. She retained most of the memories from her previous clones and she knows they usually don’t last very long on her husband’s leash! Still, she knew and accepted the lifestyle as if it was perfectly normal and in Stepford, it was!
She also knew that cloning wasn’t like having another ‘life’. None of this is like a ‘video game’. Sure she is a perfect copy of the girl her Husband married and she has implants of memories from pervious clones but she knew once her time came, that was it for her, game over, as they say. A few hours later there would be another clone at her husband’s side, who looked the same and with implanted memories but they too would be all too aware they were a clone.
“Well I have to say, you always did have good taste” His friend chuckled.
Dee took a step beside her husband and pushed her leather clad, rounded ass against his thigh as his hand reached down to cup the other ass cheek and give it a firm squeeze.
The introductions continued and we explained how we met and we had a few chuckles. My husband joked about a few of the times he had snuffed her clones and she giggled and smiled if she remembered the time and often added her own playful quip about it.
“…I was surprised how many arrows she could take before expiring…”
“Yeh well, no one said I never enjoyed a stiff shaft or ten!”
The conversation continued and Dee noticed her husband’s friend’s eyes wandering over her. She knew he was undressing her mentally and occasionally she noticed him lick his lips slightly. She knew what he was thinking and it rather aroused her. She couldn’t help but notice that, despite being invited to a thanksgiving dinner, she couldn’t smell a roast in the oven…
Her husband unclipped her leash and she found herself a comfortable chair to settle into. The conversation between the two men changed and she sat quietly on the chair as the topic was something she didn’t know much about so just listened and smiled occasionally.
“So what do you pack now-a-days?” Asked her husband’s friend and Dee looked up at him, They seemed to be talking about firearms.
“You suppress that? You always were fond of the suppressors.”
Her husband laughed and nodded.
“Yeh I do. The noise is more, civilized no?” The two laughed “Rather than a loud, obnoxious crack it’s more a delicate, precise ‘twap’”
“Also, doesn’t draw as much attention either, handy for those quick, sneaky snuffs right?” laughed his friend. “You still use hollow points?”
My husband nodded “I do, easier for a cleaner kill, they sprawl inside the target rather than go all the way through. Death is quicker, you know?”
The grey haired man nodded with a chuckle “I am still not sure. You know I’m more of a knives guy”
Her husband chuckled and nodded “Yeh, I understand that…” He paused and then looked down to give Dee and smirk “Dee here is rather fond of the silencer and hollow points aren’t you sweetheart?”
She flicked her brows and smiled seductively up at her husband with a slow, definite nod but rather than say anything, her green eyes twinkled as she reached up to slowly unzip her leather cat suit. Her husband smirked as his friend tilted his head with curiosity.
Dee continued and unzipped her suit to bellow her belly. She then reached both hands up, looped her fingers around the zip and quickly pulled open the suit. She pushed out her large, ample chest as she arched her back temptingly. Her large, dark tits were suddenly and proudly displayed to her husband. Her large golden nipple piercings jingled as her tits jiggled with the sudden thrust forward of her chest.
She lowered her head slightly but rolled her eyes up towards her husband with a very seductive look on her face.
Her husband laughed and shook his head “Ya see, she’s one eager little snuff slut. Looks like she wants to give you a demonstration.”
Her husband’s friend was locked onto her large, rounded tits with wide eyes but slowly looked towards his friend with a chuckle “Hey, I’m all the happier to see a demonstration friend, you know that. Besides, Thanksgiving dinner is going to be a bit crap without the roast, right?”
Dee’s husband turned his head to look at his friend as he nonchalantly reached inside his jacket and pulled out his hidden fire arm. He pointed the muzzle directly at Dee’s large chest without even a sideways glance as he spoke to his friend.
“Fair enough, I did promise I’d bring the meat..” Her husband grinned.
Mean while Dee eyed the barrel pointed directly at her large, tempting chest and she continued to proudly push out her chest. She looked up at her husband as she nibbled with nervous arousal on her plump bottom lip.
She knew what was coming and her life was now hanging on a slight, unnoticeable squeeze from her husband’s trigger finger. She breathed heavily, her chest heaving noticeably. The erotic anxiety coursing through her, waiting for her husband to snuff her at will.
Her last few moments seemed to last forever, time seemed to slow down for her as the gun was pointed directly at her chest, those little lead bullets poised in the clip, ready to be released towards that beautiful dark skin.
Dee started to wriggle in her chair and let out a soft, quite moan of expectation, she wanted to beg her husband to kill her, she wanted that trigger pulled but it was the wait that was turning her on, the expectation, knowing she was merely moments away from being nothing but dead meat!
Dee’s husband turned his gaze back towards his softly squirming, aroused wife. His friend was watching intently and without warning…
‘Thwap Thwap!’
Dee’s husband quickly squeezed the trigger. There was no warning as the hammer fired off one firing cap after the other, two brass casings spun from the ejection port, as the slider quickly snapped twice and small puffs of smoke followed.
The muzzled flashed the first time, lighting up Dee’s face and chest slightly and the first hollow point bullet slammed into her prefect left breast. It passed through her dark skin with ease and through her breast meat. A small spurt of rich, red blood gushed from the newly opened perfectly circular wound and the bullet made its way deeper into Dee’s chest. As intended, the bullet sprawled and the lead tore apart inside her. The shrapnel tore into Dee’s heart and lungs, slicing and destroying arteries and organs alike but other than the dull thump of the round striking her breast and the jiggle of her tit, Dee hadn’t reacted at all until the second round was punched into her. A second neat round hole was opened up just an inch bellow the first and a second set of lead shrapnel shredded her heart.
Dee gasped as she managed to snap a look down as the wounds formed in her breast. She felt the hot lead pass through her tit meat and into her chest. Sharp, sheering pain signals from her ruined organs were starting to make their way to her brain. Her heart now no longer beating as it was shredded by multiple shrapnel wounds and her lungs were filling with blood. Her mind had yet to acknowledge the situation and if she were to be left there, she would expire within a few moments.
However, her husband had not finished with her yet, he wasn’t about to let her die slow. He wasn’t going to turn her off with a dimmer switch, her lights were going to go out instantly!
They both enjoyed the thrill of Dee’s life being ended quickly, one moment she is alive and the next split second, gone! She relished in the long build up, the anticipation only to fall like a puppet with its string’s cut in a blink of an eye. She often wondered how she looked once her clones’ lives were just popped in an instant. One moment, thinking, breathing, thoughts, feelings, the next … nothing, not even blackness!
This time was no different. Before too much realisation of her own body’s situation had reached her brain, her husband quickly raised the barrel and again pulled on that trigger;
“Thwap!”
This time, the silenced round struck Dee between her eyes and caused her head to snap back. Another spurt of deep crimson spat from the fresh wound as the bullet entered her skull. Her brain had only just started to process the first two shots before the third entered her grey matter. The bullet split apart and the shrapnel tore off in different directions, loosing velocity as it shredded her brain. The lead chunks bounced off the inside of her skull and continued to liquidize her brain.
This all happened quicker than her brain could process it. In a split nanosecond of time she was dead!
Snuffed to perfection in the time it takes to blink.
Her husband’s friend, who witnessed the slaughtering in real time witnessed three quick trigger pulls, 1,2 …3, and the once seductive and sultry Dee, holding open her cat suit to present her Husband with a deliciously tempting target was now lifeless and slumping over in the chair.
Dee’s head hit the back of the wicker chair and her body slowly slid down onto the pillow behind her. Mouth fell agape and eyes rolled up. A small puff of smoke rose from the fresh wounds as her husband admired his handy work.
“New clone?” Laughed his friend
“Oh it’ll be on its way out of the facility as we speak” Dee’s husband laughed as he slipped his pistol back inside his jacket pocket.
“I have to admit, “Continued his friend “You have not lost your touch; that was exquisite! I have never seen anyone snuff a sow quite like you. It was the lack of hesitation that always gets me, you are so… so… clinical, ya know?”
Dee’s husband laughed and nodded “Some habbits die hard.”
“I still remember when you popped that soviet spy. That was the first time I have ever seen anyone pop such an amazing beautiful woman without even a second thought. She walked out of that bathroom naked as a jay bird thinking she could distract you and you popped her like you wife before she even finished saying ‘hello’ and then, then you just continued to search the apartment like nothing happened.. … “
Dee’s husband smirked but gestured to his friend “Quiet now, don’t advertise my past life like that.” He laughed and looked down at his wife “Not that she can hear you now but still, that was a lifetime ago, Still I will admit, I do miss popping those honey traps!”
Dee’s husband bent down to hoist the corpse of his cloned wife over his shoulder and carried her towards the kitchen door “Guess we best get the meat on to cook, your other guests will be arriving shortly I assume”
With that, Dee was prepared for the roaster, a full torso roast that would be roasted in honey glaze. She was roasted on the garden roaster and the smell of roasting meat soon floated over the estate and the two men were sure there were going to be a few jealous people breathing in that wonderful scent of a freshly roasted dark-meat sow.
A few days later Dee’s husband rung the doorbell of his friend’s door and the grey haired man answered;
“I wanted to thankyou for a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner and I thought I’d give you this as a way of thankyou.”
The Grey haired man took a box Dee’s husband was carrying as they wandered inside the house. He laid it on the kitchen table and opened it. Reaching inside he pulled out a perfectly taxidermied, mounted Dee head.
“Oh wow, thankyou!” the man said, admiring the trophy “But wait, didn’t we toss her head on account of the bullet wound?”
Dee’s husband laughed and nodded “Yes well, this isn’t THAT head. It was her next clone. I was piecing her out for my freezer and, seeing as I have a few of them already mounted in most rooms of our home, I was going to toss it into the garbage disposal as I normally do now but changed my mind just at the last minute. I thought it would look great on your wall.”
His friend admired the trophy again and smiled “I have just the place for it…..”
We hope, those who celebrate it, have a wonderful thanksgiving!
Please remember that stories such as these are all fantasy and there should always be a strong line between fantasy and reality. That being said, should you wish to enjoy fantasies of this nature for yourself within Second Life, check out Stepford, where this photoset was taken and see what dark adventures you can get yourself into.
And don’t worry, non Dolcett Dee will be back soon enough.
Kisses! xoxoxox