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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: No Greater Love (M/F, hanging, snuff, cons) (REPOST)
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This story was written by QuestionMark and SumYungGai. I (Damien)
am posting it by permission of the authors.
Listen up! Yes, I mean you!
There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story.
First, there's sexually explicit stuff here. If you're not old enough to
vote, go on to the next message. Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group. Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!
Second, this story includes a description of somebody getting killed for
sexual pleasure - maybe the killer's pleasure, maybe the victim's. Either
way, this isn't milk and cookies. If you don't want to read about such
things, go away and read another message.
Third, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>! No actual people or animals were
harmed in the writing of this story.
Fourth, don't try this stuff at home. You could end up dead! Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA. That's not counting
the rest of the world.
Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story. If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing. But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled to death while having sex, don't blame anybody but
yourself.
Here's some blank space to give you a chance to skip to the next message.
After that, you're on your own.
Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman being tortured, then
murdered by hanging. Lethal, consensual.
This scene was extracted from a much longer story, "No Greater Love",
which was originally posted on alt.tasteless, then reposted to
alt.sex.stories on Jan 13, 1994. It is based on images drawn by Dolcett,
an artist who does _extreme_ stuff. It contained scenes of a female
slave being tortured and humiliated before being stuffed for cooking
as the main course.
The full story can be found on Bill Majors' Hedonism BBS, 310-631-7697.
It is in conference 8 ("adult"), directory 25, file NOGRTLV.ZIP.
I (A. P. Damien) uploaded this to the archive because the girl appears to
enjoy her hanging.
The authors are given as:
na6445@anon.penet.fi
na47164@anon.penet.fi
In addition to extracting the hanging scene, I (Damien) have done a
small amount of editing. The notice in the disclaimer requires that
it be included intact; I have done so even though much of the squick
material is not included in this extract.
I should add that I (Damien) make no claim on this story or my
extraction from it. Refer questions(*) and comments to the original
authors.
(*) Including questions about its commercial use
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DISCLAIMER:
Graphic descriptions of extreme torture and other sadomasochistic
activity are included in the following story. Not to mention
heterosexual conjoining. Some would say that there's a pretty
high squick factor to this piece. Comments, positive or negative,
can be e-mailed to either the above address, or to
na47164@anon.penet.fi. This story was a collaborative work,
and is copyrighted by the authors. It is intended for the private
use of persons downloading it. If you want to post this somewhere
else, this disclaimer must be included, as well as the names of
the authors. All commercial rights are reserved.
Extract from
No Greater Love
by
QuestionMark
and
SumYungGai
"Slave Darlene, you have been the best slave I have
ever possessed. It is not likely that I will ever have anyone
again who will serve me as well as you have. And that is why I
am going to put you to one last use, and do it in a way which
will satisfy, once and for all, your desire to serve me
absolutely."
A mixture of bewilderment mixed with fear found
expression on Darlene's tear stained face as she attempted to
interpret what Master Robert was telling her. Was she to be set
free? The concept made her shudder with fear. She would have no
idea how to behave as anything other than Robert's slave. She
was willing to do anything to please him, and she longed for new
forms of torture and punishment to be devised for his use of her.
Was it going to end? How could this be? Had she displeased him
in some way? But he had mentioned her satisfaction. What did
that mean?
"You know that I do not normally tell you what is to
happen to you before putting you to my uses. This time, however,
I am going to break that custom and explain in full detail the
ordeal which you will now endure."
"There is a banquet tonight, and it is in your honor.
In fact, you will be the main attraction. In a few moments, you
will be taken into the kitchen, where preparations will be made
to serve you as the main course at the banquet. You are going to
be given the privilege of offering yourself as the ultimate slave
sacrifice. You will die at my command, and your body will be
served as food to my friends, who will then be able to truly
admire the depth of your service. Your name will live forever as
one who was totally devoted to her master."
Darlene's whole face lit up as she considered what he
said. Had it been permitted, she would have leapt from the table
to his feet in worship. How could he have known that she had
longed for the day when she could give her life to him so
completely? Her twisted mind conceived of all sorts of ways that
her death might come, and her body shuddered uncontrollably as
mini orgasms shot through her just at the thought of what was
about to happen to her.
Then, to her utter shock, and complete amazement, her
master leaned over and kissed her fully on the mouth -- something
he had NEVER done before. He then placed a blindfold over her
eyes.
"Good by, sweet slave. Your release I give you as a
parting gift. You cannot know the depth of my loss as we
separate. You are truly unique."
Darlene felt the cart she was on begin to move as
several helpers rolled it through a set of doors at the side of
the room. Cooking smells wafted up to her nose and her
excitement built.
[ a description of Darlene being stuffed for cooking and her
orifices sewn up follows. I have left it out as not interesting
to this archive. ]
Her handlers took her from the cart. Her arms were
tightly bound behind her, elbows and wrists tightly tied together.
She was led up two steps, stumbling in her weariness, to what
seemed to be a platform. Now her ankles were also securely bound
together and her collar was removed. She protested weakly at this,
for her collar had been a fixture of her existence as long as she
could remember, a symbol of her ownership by Master Robert.
But then, suddenly, she felt something else around her
neck. Rope. A smile of such sweetness filled her face at that
moment that even the hardened veterans of this charnel house were
nearly moved to tears. Sir Robert, if she could have seen him,
was openly weeping, albeit silently.
Her head was up and her smile continued to beam from
her almost saintly countenance as the noose was tightened around
her neck. She heard a lever being moved and she felt the floor
beneath her feet give way.
"Goodbye, Ma--"
Her parting words were cut off as she dropped one foot
straight down and the rope cut into her lovely neck, stopping the
flow of air which made speech possible. Had this been a normal
execution-style hanging, her end would have been swift -- a
quickly broken neck and snapped spinal cord -- but this was no
ordinary place, and so, she was doomed to strangle to death,
swaying and jerking at the end of a rope.
Her smile never left her face, however, and she met her
end bravely, her choking, gagging cries seemingly of ecstasy
rather than fear. Her breasts heaved as her lungs involuntarily
fought for air which would not come, her body betraying her mind
which had long ago accepted whatever fate her master chose for
her. She was cumming, even while being slowly strangled, her hips
pumping to and fro as if fucking an imaginary lover. The rope quickly
buried itself in her neck, every movement of her dying body causing
the loop to grow tighter. Her last fleeting thoughts were of joy at
being used this way. She could have conceived of no finer fate than
to die at her master's command, and to be honored by being the entree
at his banquet table. He would consume her flesh, making her part of
him forever. She was content.
At last, her tongue protruding from between lips now
turned blue by lack of oxygen, her body stopped jerking, her
chest stopped heaving, and her only motion was a gentle swaying
back and forth at the end of the rope. There was a moment of
silence in the kitchen as all had turned to watch this devoted
slave make the ultimate sacrifice for her master. It was a
moving spectacle.
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Did you like this story? You can find more at
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A. P. Damien
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