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Subject: {ASSM} Deathkiss (Fant F/F(?) Cons Snuff)
Date: Sun,  5 Jan 2003 07:10:03 -0500
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This was the day

She looked in to the stand she had built, to hold her last gift.

A Gift to be given to a stranger.

she looked around to see one last time the land she called home, and prison

she thought on the old magic's cast to change the land here, the Eldar had
thought that they were helping those who were not as they.

But that magic they had cast, while extending the life of those not Eldar, also
imprisoned them after a time, to leave would cause a painful, Twisting, Hideous
death, one that shamed the Eldar. 

Her travels of youth had ended when she came here, Near death, the years it
took her body to heal left her imprisoned here. So she had learned the art of
the Eldar, and the D'war'h and man, and had created the gift so she could leave
this place. 

She reached out one last time, said a prayer to the Goddess she loved, she was
now the last living worshiper, Unwittingly the Eldar had seen to that, without
realizing that they had given sanctuary to the last. Her Revenge had been slow
and long in coming, and now the tribe of Eldar who had saved the last were
gone.  Soon, she would have no Goddess to worship, as her goddess wished to be
relived of the burden that another had taken, and was granting the last its
power to the creation of the gift. She looked in the mirror, touched the mind
of the stranger that was coming, Calling her to herself, and changed from an
Eldar to a Human, Walked to the stand and knelt over it, spreading her legs
enough to expose her sex, then she reached with her power, touching the stand,
causing the blade to glow with an inner light, lighting the unholy chapel where
she was, Her chapel.

Slowly the blade extended, not even pausing as it penetrated her sex, with a
moan she felt the blade cutting the walls of her vagina and slit her clit, then
press into and through her cervix she shuddered as the blade glided into her,
then moaned as the stand penetrated her sex, opening her more than the  blade
had, her eyes opening in shock when she felt the kiss. and saw her Goddess in
flesh, holding her, her beloved death, her beloved mistress of torture and
pain, she felt her arms griping her as the blade rose, pulling her upright to
prolong the pain. then the blade pierced her heart, her body convulsing in
agony before the first orgasm swelled from within, her goddess holding her,
forcing her to live just a bit longer, She smiled at her, and thanked her, the
blade stopped rising, as she was now on her feet, her goddess held her
lovingly, kissed her again, then forced her down the blade and into the spit,
pulling her head back in time for the blade to push out her mouth, then touched
her eyes

If she could have screamed she would, the agony was so intense, as her soul was
torn from the flesh and bound in the blade, all of her powers and knowledge and
being were bound in it as she died. She looked down from the blade as he body
slid down the stand, convulsing, soulless, dying, then rapidly aging and
desiccated in seconds. 

she looked from the blade as her goddess slid it into the scabbard, the iron
and silver binding that would blind her yet unfastened, she touched the mind of
the one that was coming one last time, then she watched as her goddess, her
mistress, her death, knelt before the Alter that held her body, drew the blade,
chanting, then slashing her belly open, and fell, dying, waiting for the new
Goddess of Torture and death to claim her. She felt her Goddess and mistress
caressing her, then the chains binding her in the peace bindings . . . 

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