From my place at the bar, I look longingly over at the wall of Snuffettes. Eight gorgeous women all chained to overhead manacles. They're all naked, adorned only by their ballgags. Half are staring hungrily towards the rest of the club, looking for Users, more or less obviously flaunting their luscious bodies. One is meekly staring down, trying to look as submissive as she can, maybe hoping that will attract the attention she craves. Two of them are squirming and writhing sexily, rubbing their thighs together in a desperate attempt to get friction on their cunts. The last one is shamelessly humping against the edge of the shelf next to her, her shapely behind turned to the rest of the club, her head thrown back in obvious pleasure. They're spread out with about a meter and a half between them, the space in between occupied by shelves full of toys Users might wish to employ while playing with their chosen Snuffette. Knives of all shapes and sizes. Garrottes for strangling and garrottes made of monowire, thin enough to easily slice through flesh when tightened. Cooking dildos that can be strapped on inside the Snuffette and cooking dildos that can be worm by the User, like strapons. Hammers and nails, if the User is into that or for simply crushing her bones if so desired. Meat scissors and bone saws, special gloves covered in tiny metal spines for those who like fisting. A huge assortment of deliciously painful and deadly tools, plus Users are of course allowed to bring their own custom toys to play, the club just aims to provide those that are most in demand.
The wall next to the Snuffettes is entirely occupied by the huge, open grill. There are currently three Snuffettes being prepared on it, and of course a number of parts. One beauty with particularly large breasts is bent over it, pressing her chest down against the hot grill, fat dripping from her roasting breasts and making flames rise up and lick her succulent flesh. She's supporting herself with her hands gripping the far side of the grill, so they're also being cooked, but neither she nor the man pounding into her from behind seems bothered by it. I guess he just plans to discard her once her breasts are done anyway, and he is in a hurry if he wants to finish in her before they burn. The Snuffette herself has her eyes squeezed shut, but is gasping in pleasure around her gag. The second Snuffette is simply sitting on the grill, cooking her rump up for her User who's standing on a chair so the Snuffette can lean forward and eat out her cunt while she roasts. One of the Snuffettes hands is even free so she can play with herself while she cooks, which is quite gracious of the User. The User got a tight hold on the Snuffette's hair, both to keep her in place and for the sake of her own balance. The third Snuffette is simply lying down on the grill, with her head off the edge. Her back is already well roasted, covered in dark stripes all the way from her shoulder blades and down over her shapely ass, and now she's roasting her front similarly. Her legs are spread wide on each side of the grill, giving everyone a lewd display of her red, glistening cunt. Several men are taking turns fucking her mouth and throat while she humps against the grill, trying to bring her engorged clit in direct contact with the hot metal.
Suddenly, there's a commotion at the Snuffettes wall. An attractive couple seems to have decided on a Snuffette, and are unchaining her before leading her off towards the private rooms. Most Snuffettes disappear in that direction once chosen, though some return in parts. There are of course some who are cooked up in the main bar, like the three currently on the grill, and a few lucky ones even get to experience the extra thrill of an audience, as they are used and discarded in the middle of the club, sometimes not even unchained first.
I sit nervously at the bar, eyeing the now free Snuffette place while at the same time looking over the other women here. I'm clearly not the only one interested. I think many, like me, are torn between wanting to see as many Snuffettes used up as possible, and finally experiencing that ultimate erotic thrill for themselves. After an intense staring match with a pretty readhead, I quickly empty my drink and stand up, slowly making my way towards the free spot. I feel like the entire club is silent, everyone staring at me, even the Snuffettes already on display. Of course, this isn't so. Snuffettes are used up, discarded, and replaced several times an hour, and while people are usually mildly curious to see who next offers her life up for someone else's fun, it's hardly show stopping. On average, a Snuffette spends around 45 minutes on display before she's chosen, so they have a pretty high turnover… We have a pretty high turnover, I correct myself. I may not have strapped myself in yet, but I will be a Snuffette soon enough. With every step I take, a million thoughts fly through my head. The face of my on-off lover of the last two years. The view from my new apartment that I moved into less than six months ago. The thought of how scandalized my conservative parents will be when they find out their daughter decided to become a Snuffette. The feel of my big brothers arms around me in a hug last time I saw him, not two months ago. My best friends voice from last week, telling me that she'd miss me, but since this was clearly what I wanted, no needed, she'd understand.
After I reach the free spot, I keep my back to the rest of the club. I reach behind myself and unzip my short dress, letting it pool at my feet before stepping out of it. Apart from my heels I'm not wearing anything else, knowing in advance that this was the night I wanted to do it, and not wanting to have more clothes to bother with than the bare minimum. I take a deep breath as I reach for a ballgag from the shelf to my right. Not so big it'll be uncomfortable, but big enough to keep me from talking unless my User chose to remove it. It's also possible he or she will want to make use of my mouth, but even without the gag Snuffettes aren't to speak without express permission. I wonder what I will be used for. Meat is the most obvious option, but I'm a bit skinny to make a good meal compared to some of the other Snuffettes currently on display. I know some men like to be deepthroated by a Snuffettes till the point where she chokes to death, but I hope for something a bit more, interesting. Visceral. I'm not into pain per se, but I would prefer to be used in a way that'll really make me feel it, experience it to the fullest. Still, once I slip my wrists into the self-locking manacles, my fate is entirely in the hands of whomever choses me. This is, of course, a large part of the appeal, I think, as I slip the ballgag into my mouth and reach behind my neck to close it. Anyone who desires can just pick me as their plaything, use up my body and discard me afterwards, my entire existence ended just for their pleasure. I shudder at the thought, and feel a drop of my own arousal run down my inner thigh. So close now, I just need to reach up and lock myself in.
There is a soft, metallic click, and a slight pressure around my wrists. A powerful orgasm takes over my body, and I collapse against the wall, supported only by the manacles as I pant for breath. Whatever I was before this instant is gone, eradicated. Now I'm just another Snuffette on the wall, yearning for someone to choose me, use me up, and discard me.