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Joyce took a deep breath, the familiar scent of sweat and excitement filling her nostrils as she swept her gaze out from the SnuffCo booth. The annual gathering of snuff enthusiasts at SnuffCon was always a wild affair, with people from all over flocking to see the latest and greatest in snuff shows and devices. This year's convention promised to be even more impressive, with its packed halls and endless displays of snuff paraphernalia. Joyce couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness, knowing that their rival SnuffMatic had dominated the headlines last year with their groundbreaking DecapMatic XXL. She could still remember the tense weeks that followed, as her manager seethed with fury over their loss and ultimately met her fate in the company dumpster.Yet it was also this event that had propelled Joyce to her current position - all’s well that ends well. As she gazed at the line of snuff sluts, dressed in the iconic SnuffCo ensemble - a sleek, black latex leotard that hugged their curves and bared their cleavages through a strategically placed window - she knew that maintaining her position would require going above and beyond. This was the year for SnuffCo to take center stage, she thought to herself, feeling a surge of determination. There were already 30 snuff sluts standing around, with 20 more hidden backstage, all ready to sacrifice themselves for the brand's success. With the highly anticipated release of their new product, the Hangotron 3000, this year's record-breaking event would feature 50 of the most popular snuff sluts simultaneously hanging for their fans' entertainment. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation as the crowd gathered to witness this spectacle of carnal pleasure and corporate domination. She could almost taste the victory on her tongue as she took a deep breath and prepared to lead her team to glory.Joyce's heart sank as she saw Zoey approaching with a strained smile. Her trusted employee seemed exasperated, as she leaned in to whisper the news. "Um, boss, SnuffMatic just announced their new product release - the HangMatic XXL," Zoey said, her voice barely audible above the din of the busy convention. Joyce scowled as Zoey reached for her smartphone, swiping through pictures until she found the one of the latest from SnuffMatic. Joyce suppressed a sigh. It was larger than before, with enough room for at least a hundred people. It was clear that SnuffMatic was attempting to replicate their previous success once again. The air in the room felt heavy and tense, as everyone prepared for another grueling round of competition“Fuck,” Joyce cursed under her breath. “Bring me there now, we have to do something.”With a determined nod, Zoey quickly led Joyce towards their destination. The schedule had SnuffMatic listed as the first to present, and if they went on stage before SnuffCo, it would be even more humiliating than the last time when they could at least try to brush it off by blaming it on an outdated model. As they approached the booth, the pair of employees of SnuffMatic standing outside immediately tensed up, wariness evident in their eyes as the duo from SnuffCo drew near. A silent signal was exchanged between Zoey and Joyce; left for Joyce and right for Zoey. Without hesitation, the SnuffMatic employees were taken down in a matter of seconds - one receiving a powerful punch to the throat from Joyce, causing her to stumble back into the booth where Joyce quickly wrapped her arms around her neck. With a swift twist and snap, the woman went limp in Joyce's grasp and was swiftly dragged away to be hidden in a nearby locker.Zoey's work was gruesome, the sharp blade of a knife plunged into employee’s skull through the back of her jaw to silence her screams. Her lifeless body was dragged in as Joyce approached the contraption, snatching up the bloodied knife to unscrew the back of the machine and reveal its inner workings. A cruel smile spread across Joyce's face as she read the warning label in bold red letters: "CAUTION: Excess lubrication may lead to overheating and malfunction." Without hesitation, she searched and grabbed a full bottle of grease and began to coat every inch of the machine's gears and mechanisms. Meanwhile, Joyce stripped the corpses of their uniforms and unceremoniously tossed them outside, promptly claimed by snuff nuts who began to fuck the bodies to their hearts’ content. Joyce and Zoey quickly left as their work was done, eagerly awaiting the inevitable destruction that would follow.And what a disaster it would be. The SnuffMatic presenter stood on the edge of an expected victory, inviting 100 individuals to join her on stage, each one moving to hang from a noose on the spinning carousel of a machine. The anticipation was palpable as the machine lifted the bodies and began to spin, picking up speed until suddenly, it reached a break-neck pace. Joyce noticed the flurry of movement backstage, but it was apparently too late. She watched the carnage with a sense of satisfaction; as the machine spun faster and faster, some of the hanging bodies were decapitated, their heads and headless bodies flying through the air and landing among the crowd below. Amidst screams and shouts, opportunistic snuff enthusiasts darted out to claim pieces of the dismembered bodies as souvenirs. It was a macabre sight to behold, and Joyce couldn't help but revel in the success of her twisted creation.For a finishing touch, only 13 of the original 100 remained on the machine, their necks gruesomely distorted and mangled. The machine also overheated and malfunctioned - the only reason it eventually came to a proper stop - catching fire and forcing the presenter to frantically try to extinguish it. It was a moment of pure delight for Joyce as she took the stage an hour later for SnuffCo.“Well, we did just see what happened with that silly SnuffMatic nonsense, didn’t we? Coincidentally, we have a similar product to reveal today…”Amidst the bustling crowd, Joyce's sharp gaze caught sight of the presenter, her face contorted with fury as Joyce pulled down the covers to reveal the Hangotron 3000. A mischievous urge made Joyce want to stick her tongue out at the presenter, until she saw the woman swing back and viciously lash her arm out. In that split second, a glint of metal caught her eye as a throwing knife was released from the presenter's hand. With startling speed, Joyce's brain registered the danger and she felt a searing pain in her forehead as the blade lodged itself there. Her legs gave out beneath her and she fell heavily to her knees, drool escaping from her mouth. The SnuffCo guards immediately sprang into action, seizing the woman who had attacked Joyce.Meanwhile, Zoey appeared at Joyce's side, but instead of helping her she indulged in her own desires. She straddled Joyce's face and began pleasuring herself with the handle of the knife, ignoring Joyce's crumpled form beneath her. At first, the crowd was stunned by the turn of events, but it didn't take long for them to become raucous and ravenous as they watched the inadvertent snuff show. Zoey's hand gripped at her breast as she passionately fucked Joyce (in a manner of speaking). Her moans mingled with the cheers and whistles from the audience."Hnnhgh, ha...Too bad, huh, Joyce," Zoey groaned as she reached the peak of pleasure and let herself come crashing down with a vigorous squirt straight into Joyce's face. Through glazed eyes, Joyce could see the ecstatic expressions on the faces of the crowd as she was freed to fall onto her back. In that moment, she knew she would go down in SnuffCon history as the ill-fated presenter for the Hangotron 3000, which would later become a highly sought-after item among industry stakeholders due to its success and controversy - a stark contrast to the problematic HangMatic XXL.Joyce's limp body was helpfully thrust into the eager hands of the crowd. Despite her lack of fame as a Snuffluencer, her fate caused a stir of interest among the spectators. A man forcefully shoved his hardened member into her drooling mouth while two others took advantage of her hands, using them to stroke their own erections. Soon, at the suggestion of booth employees, they moved to the Amputatron S machine to efficiently dismember Joyce into more manageable pieces: her head, passed around for its perfectly snug neck-hole; her soft hands, coveted by those in need of a tight grip; delicate feet for those with specific preferences; average breasts that gained unexpected attention due to her untimely snuffing; and finally, her most highly sought-after features - her pussy and ass - making her the star attraction of SnuffCo's latest event.