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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} DEATH WISH {Hungry Guy} (MF M/F Mdom Fsub Mpov oral tort viol ws scat best beast caution)
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{ASS} DEATH WISH {Hungry Guy} (MF M/F Mdom Fsub Mpov oral tort viol 
ws scat best beast caution)
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  A couple of years ago, I answered a news-post from a woman 
who wanted to exchange death fantasies.  Turns out "she" was a guy, 
but I ended up writing all these death fantasies that I never got to 
show to anyone and I just recently realized could be turned into a 
great story. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have 
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that 
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author, and as long as you don't 
make changes other than fixing typos.  Even beware of fixing typos, 
for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged 
by your spell checker.  Thanks.

IMPORTANT!!!!  ====> These are only fantasies.  Do not attempt to 
enact these.  If you think you can modify any of these to make them 
safe forms of edge play, please ask in the bdsm groups for their 
advice first.

       ###

    Fred was browsing the postings in the alt.torture newsgroup when 
he came upon this post:

    > Hi,
    > My name is Candy.  I am a female pain slut with a 
    > death wish. I would like to correspond with males 
    > or females who would tell me how they would kill me 
    > if they ever met me.

    Fred figured her for a troll, but shot off a quick reply anyway.

    > Hi Candy,  
    > I know exactly what I would use you for!  Reply if 
    > you want to know what :-)

    To his surprise, Fred received an email from Candy the following 
day.

    > Hi Fred,
    > Thank you for your email.  I am very interested in 
    > what you would like to use me for. It really gets 
    > me wet when guys talk dirty and mean to me.  The
    > more dominant the better.
    > 
    > Love from your slave slut, Candy

    Fred replied,

    > Hi Candy, 
    > It's great to have my own slut.  The first thing I 
    > would use you for is to be my cum sponge.  I'd strap
    > your mouth to my cock with a harness that fits round 
    > my hips and also around your head and "wear" you all 
    > day long!
    > 
    > Of course, that's somewhat tame for a start.  I have 
    > other ideas more nasty than this!  Write back and I'll 
    > tell you what dangerous (to you) uses I would put your 
    > body to by day, and what disgusting uses I would put 
    > your body to at night.  I mean besides filling all your 
    > holes with my cum ;-)

    Fred and Candy replied back and forth for a few weeks, each e-
mail hotter than the one before.

    Eventually, Candy challenged Fred to satisfy her death fantasy.

    > So, when are you planning to come and kill me?

    Fred answered.

    > If you're really serious about this, I'll meet you at 
    > Newark airport whenever you decide to come.

    ###

    Fred met Candy at Newark airport two weeks later on a Friday 
afternoon.  They had exchanged photos, and they both instantly 
recognized each other.  Fred grinned as the tall attractive blonde 
woman approached him in the arrivals' concourse.  Candy dropped her 
bags and they hugged tightly as if they had been longtime lovers.

    He carried her bags for her and strode out the terminal building 
through the mass of parked cars to his red Jaguar.  

    Two hours later after a westward ride along I-80 to Pennsylvania, 
they had arrived at Fred's large secluded farm in the Pocono 
Mountains.

    Upon entering his house, Fred told her, "We'll get started 
tomorrow.  Tonight, I just want to fill all your holes with my cum."

    "That sounds like fun," she answered.

    That night, the two virtual strangers got in bed together.  
"Tonight, Candy, you're my fuck toy," he told her.

    She threw herself on her back on the bed, spread her arms and 
legs open wide, and replied, "Knock your self out!"

    He climbed over her head and dove into her muff.  He began by 
gently caressing her clit with his lips.  He licked all around the 
perimeter of her twat.  Then he started licking up and down the 
middle.  He fucked her pussy with his tongue then moved to her clit, 
and then twirled and flicked her clit with his tongue.  He pressed 
his tongue against her clit, and pressed it gently into the opening 
of her urethra just under her clit.  He didn't know or care if she 
was resisting or not, but at that, she exploded in orgasm, throbbing 
and twitching under him. 

    Then he turned around to face her and plunged his cock into her 
soaking pussy.  He pumped her cunt with all his might, and it wasn't 
long before he came with moan after moan. 

    Partially satisfied, he rolled off her and then climbed over her 
head once again and mounted her body with his hips over her face.  
Next, he pinched her jaw open and plunged his rock-hard cock into her 
mouth.  With his arms outstretched with his hands flat on the bed on 
both sides of her hips, he bore down on his hips and arched his back, 
practically placing his entire weight on her mouth with his crotch.  

    Rocking his hips back and forth, the pressure in his loins 
quickly built again as her body throbbed from the gagging force of 
his cock down her throat under the full weight of his body.  He came 
quickly for a second time, as her body bucked and rocked while he 
shot wads of cum deep into her throat.

    Fully satisfied, he rolled off her, stroked her hair, and said, 
"Sleep well, my love, for tomorrow you die."  He settled his head 
onto his pillow and went into blissful sleep.

    ###

    The next morning, Saturday, after Fred served them both a hearty 
breakfast, he said to Candy, "So!  Want to get started?"

    "Sure!" she answered.  "It always helps to have a full tummy 
before getting tortured.  I even brought some of my own toys."

    Candy grabbed one of her bags and they went downstairs to his 
homebuilt dungeon.  His dungeon was fairly well equipped with 
suspension equipment in the middle of the ceiling, a Saint Andrews 
cross on one wall, and cabinets full of BDSM paraphernalia. 

    She dumped the satchel out onto a table in the corner.  Assorted 
whips and other devices lay scattered on the table.

    "Very interesting," he said.  "Now come over here," he said 
pointed to the middle of the room under a rope hanging from a pulley.

    "Remove your clothes now," he said.

    As she got naked, he hooked a pair of wrist supports on the rope.  
Then he closed the supports onto her wrists.  Then he walked over to 
a motorized capstan bolted to the floor in the corner that the other 
end off the rope was wound around, and raised her off the floor by a 
few inches.

    He then picked out a couple of whips from her collection.  He 
picked up a small riding crop and stepped up behind Candy hanging 
naked by her wrists from the ceiling.  She let out a "Yeow!" as he 
swung it hard across her buttocks with a _snap!_  He struck her a few 
more times, then returned to the table.  

    Rooting around, he said, "Ah, this is more like it!"  He picked 
up a long heavy bullwhip and walked back over to Candy.  Like a 
cowboy, he swung the whip around a few timed before slicing it across 
her back with a loud _crack_ as she let out a loud "Yeowww!  Owwww!"

    Not limiting himself to her back, he walked all around her as he 
whipped her over and over again.  Her body swing back and forth from 
the rope from the repeated blows.  The slices in her body oozed blood 
that dribbled down her body and down her legs, dripping into two 
puddles of blood under each of her feet.  He whipped her a good 
twenty lashes before he stopped.  

    Then he returned to her pile of toys.  He picked up a violet 
wand, then said, "Nah," to himself and set it back down.  He 
muttered, "Ahh, that's more like it," as he reached for the cattle 
prod.

    He plugged the cattle prod in to a power point in the wall and 
approached Candy once again.  He touched the her chest briefly with 
the tip of the prod, causing her to let out a screech.  Then he began 
prodding her more aggressively, in the stomach, on her buttocks, on 
her breasts, on one of her nipples then the other, into her 
bellybutton.  For the grand finale, he kneeled down and shoved it 
upward into her crotch burying the tip into her twat.  She screamed 
in agony as he twisted and twirled the prod until it slid up into her 
pussy where he pushed it up to where its tip should be pressing 
against her cervix.  

    She finally passed out from the pain, and so he removed it and 
reversed the capstan to lower her body to the floor.  Then he carried 
her over to a gurney and applied _Salve_ to her many bloody gashes 
and gouges all over her body. 

    ###

    The next day, Sunday, Fred led Candy into his dungeon once again 
and told her to sit down in a chair next to a workbench on which were 
mounted a pair of vices.  He tied her securely to the chair then 
pulled her outstretched arm out straight and placed he between the 
jaws of the two vices.

    "I'm curious," she asked, "what are you doing?"

    He answered, "Our first scene yesterday was great fun, but before 
I do anything else to you, I'm going to sign your body.  I'm going to 
take a knife and carve my initials into your body, and then use a 
soldering iron to trace the knife cuts for extra emphasis!"

    "Oooh!  Sounds like fun," she said.  "Will it hurt?"

    "Extremely so," he answered with a grin.

    "Oh, I'm getting wet already," she told him.

    Candy whimpered as he turned the cranks to close the vices 
tightly onto her arm and wrist.

    He walked over to a counter and returned with a fistful of steak 
knives.  Taking one, he began to carve his initials into her upper 
arm.  He made two strokes, cutting a deep V-gouge in her flesh, for 
each mark.  She bucked in her chair at the first cut, and he had to 
tighten the vice to prevent her from ruining his monogram.  She 
screamed in agony at each slice.  By the time he had finished the 
full design, she had passed out with her upper body slumped down in 
the chair hanging comically by her one arm clamped in place by the 
vice.

    He left her there, bound and clamped in place, the rest of the 
day so that she could not mar the design.  He released her in the 
evening to prepare dinner, then he took her to bed after both having 
bathed.  In a repeat of the previous night, he licked her wet, fucked 
her pussy, fucked her mouth, then fell to sleep with a satisfied 
sigh.

    ###

    Fred and Candy spent the rest of their first week together in a 
blur of fucking, dining out, and going partying in the downtown 
clubs. 

    ###

    Then, on the following Saturday afternoon, Fred brought a shovel 
and a four-foot length of PVC pipe out to his wooded back yard and 
started digging in a secluded location among the trees.  It wasn't 
long before the oblong hole took on the appearance of a grave.  As 
Candy watched, he dug the hole two feet wide by six feet long and 
three feet deep.  

    "What is that hole for?" she asked.  "Is it my grave?"

    "It could be your grave, Candy," he answered as he climbed out of 
it.  "Take your clothes off and get in," he commanded.

    She removed her clothes right there in the back yard and then 
stepped into her grave, naked. 

    "Now lay down on your back in the hole," he said.

    She lay on her back in the hole, staring up at the sky. "So this 
is it, huh?" she asked. 

    "Maybe," he answered again.  "I'm going to leave you buried all 
week.  If I don't die in an auto wreck or anything, I'll dig you up 
next weekend, dead or alive." 

    He took the section of PVC pipe.  He stepped into the hole with 
her and, pinching her jaw open, placed one end of the pipe into her 
mouth.  Then, holding the pipe vertical, he kicked some of the dirt 
back into the hole, covering her body.  He then used the shovel to 
fill the hole completely, leaving about one foot of the pipe sticking 
up from the rectangular dirt patch.  He placed a 180-degree elbow 
onto the top of the pipe so that rain wouldn't fill the pipe.  Then 
he taped a small square of cloth screen over the downward pointing 
end to keep bees from building a hive in the end of the pipe.

    By then, it was late in the evening, so he went back inside to 
eat, take a shower, and go to bed.

    The next morning, before he left for work, he went out back, 
removed the elbow from the pipe and pissed down the pipe so she 
wouldn't die of thirst, then replaced the pipe.

    His day at work was uneventful, and upon returning home in the 
evening, he gave her another warm drink.

    The week went by without mishap.  He thought about digging Candy 
up on Friday night and taking her out partying so he could fuck her 
that night -- if she was still alive.  But he decided to go out on 
his own.  Unfortunately, he came home alone that night, dropped into 
bed after a quick shower, then slept late on Saturday.

    He went out back Saturday afternoon after getting up late and 
having a quick breakfast.  He began digging, and was careful as he 
got a couple of feet deep so as not to cut into her with the shovel.

    He climbed in, kneeling while straddling her, and it wasn't long 
that her pink flesh started showing as he dug around her.  He nearly 
jumped out of his skin when, with only a few inches of soil on her, 
she lifted her arms out of the soil, wiped the dirt from around her 
face, and pulled the pipe out of her mouth.

    She looked well enough aside from a couple of cuts in her chest 
from the shovel and countless welts and bug bites all over her body.  
She had also lost a bit of weight, not that she was at all overweight 
before, but she now appeared to be quite slender.

    She grinned up at him and he said, "So, you're still alive, I 
see."

    "Yeah, I guess you need to do better next time."

    "I guess I do.  How do you feel?" he asked.

    "Horny," she answered.

    He couldn't believe it.  "You're horny?"

    "I am so fucking horny right now I can't stand it," she insisted.

    Taking the hint, he dropped his jeans and mounted her right there 
in the hole.

    That night, both freshly showered and full from a hearty meal, 
they fucked nearly all night long.

    ###

    Fred let a week go by after her burial to let her body heal 
before attempting the next stage.

    ###

    The following Saturday, Fred brought Candy back to his dungeon.  
He placed a step stool in front of the Saint Andrews cross and told 
her to undress and stand on the stool.  He strapped her wrists and 
ankles to the cross.  Then he removed the stool, leaving her 
suspended above the floor  

    "Now," he announced to her, "I'm going to play a game of _Human 
Darts._  Do you want to know how it works?"

    "Yeah, sure," she answered nonchalantly. 

    "I'll score points depending on what part of your body I hit with 
a dart.  Each nipple will be worth 100 points, the areola is 50 
points, and the rest of the breast will be worth 10 points.  Your 
muff will be worth 50 points.  Your belly button will be 50 points.  
Anywhere else on your body will be 1 point.  I'll try not to hit your 
face, but if I do, each eye will be worth 100 points.  Your nose will 
be worth 50 points, and if a dart goes into your mouth and sticks 
into the back of your throat it will be worth 50 points.  Anywhere 
else on your face is worth 10 points.  Each day, I will play until I 
reach 1000 points.  You will probably suffer internal injuries and 
infections all over your body, resulting in slow eventual death.  How 
does that sound, Candy?"

    "Sounds like fun!" she answered with a smile.

    He started playing.  At first, he wasn't very good.  Most of his 
darts struck her torso for 1 point each, and she screamed in pain for 
every dart that impaled her flesh with its sharp point.  He 
occasionally hit a breast, and once hit her areola, and once hit her 
muff, but never scored a "bulls eye" for 100 points.  It took several 
hours for him to reach 1000 points.  By then, trickles of blood were 
running down her legs and a small puddle of blood had started to pool 
underneath each of her feet. 

    After his game, he went upstairs to eat, and brought a plate of 
food and drink down for her.  He spoon-fed her still chained to the 
cross, and then went up to bed.

    When he went down to her on Sunday, he had to clean a smelly mess 
on the floor under her ass.  Then he played again, doing a little 
better.  At first, she didn't scream as much as the day before, but 
then he hit an areola on her left breast and her scream nearly 
shattered the windows.  

    "Hey!  I'm getting better, aren't I?" he asked her.

    "Yeah," she gasped in answer.

    He continued playing, hitting an areola a few more times before 
he reached 1000 points.

    He left her shackled to the cross the rest of the week.  He 
played a game of darts each night when he returned home from work.  
By the end of the night, his aim had become pretty good.  When he 
aimed for a nipple, he could expect to hit the areola at least.  He 
often planted a dart in her belly button, and her muff was a forest 
of darts by the end of a game.

    One time, he did hit her face my mistake.  Fortunately, it hit 
her in the cheek and only chipped a tooth in the back of her mouth.

    That following Saturday, he removed her from the cross and she 
fell into his arms physically exhausted.  He carried her upstairs and 
drew a bubble bath for the both of them.  Getting in the deep 
luxurious tub with Candy in his lap, he washed the crusted blood off 
her body from the countless scabs from the stab wounds.

    He was less shocked this time when she announced that she was, 
again, horny as hell.  So they made love in the tub as they rubbed 
bubbles into each other's hair.

    ###

    Again, Fred let a week go by to let her wounds heal before 
continuing to the next stage. 

    ###

    The next Saturday, Fred brought Candy back down to his dungeon 
again and had her lay down on a gurney.  He strapped her wrists and 
ankles down and belted her down tightly.  Then, taking a handful of 
safety pins, he inserted a pin into each of her most erogenous zones.  
He inserted one pin through each of her nipples, and a third through 
her clit.  

    Next he connected a toy train transformer to each of the safety 
pins with alligator clips.

    He turned the speed control up slightly and watched her twitch in 
and scream in pain.  After a few moments, he turned the control up, 
causing her twitching to become more violent and her screaming to 
become louder.

    Satisfied that she was in sufficient agony, he left the control 
at that setting and went upstairs to have a bite of lunch.

    Later that day, he returned to her with some smelling salts and 
awakened her back to consciousness.  

    ###

    As had become routine, he had let a week go by to let her body 
heal somewhat from the previous torture.  These weeks between 
tortures had become a domestic setting of sorts, dealing with 
cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, and all those other tasks that 
all couples need to find time for in their day-to-day lives.  

    ###

    The following Friday night, he joined her in bed bringing a large 
plastic box with him.

    "What's in the box, love?" she asked.

    "Something you'll enjoy, I'm sure, love," he answered.  He pulled 
the covers off her exposing her nude body.  "Just lay there and let 
me take care of everything," he told her.

    He opened the box and removed a thumbtack.  He jabbed her in the 
belly with the thumbtack as she yelped, "Ow!" 

    He pressed it into her flesh to its flat head as blood oozed from 
under the thumbtack.  Then he took another thumbtack and stuck it 
into her nipple.  He stuck another thumbtack into her muff.

    By the time he was done, her body, breasts, arms, and legs were 
covered with hundreds of thumbtacks.  

    "Does it hurt, love?" he asked.

    She took a breath and gasped, "Yeah... it... hurts..."

    "Good," he said, then climbed on top of her.

    She screamed, "Ahhhh!  Owwwww!  Yowwwwww!" as he let his weight 
press down on those hundreds of thumbtacks.  He shoved his hard cock 
into her soaking pussy and pumped her as she screamed in pain with 
each thrust.  She even squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles as 
she came in unison.

    Finally spent, he lowered his head next to hers placing his chin 
against the top of her shoulder, and dozed off to sleep on top of her 
body.

    The next morning, he woke her and pulled each of the thumbtacks 
out one by one.  As was becoming routine, her torso was a crusty 
bloody mess.  They showered together and then they changed the bloody 
sheets on the bed.

    ###

    One evening the following week, Fred and Candy were sitting 
watching TV as Fred was flipping pages of a manuscript in his lap, 
oblivious to the show.

    "What'cha doing, love?" she asked.

    "Just proofreading this speech I gotta give this weekend for that 
freedom rally I told you about."

    "Really?  If you're giving a speech, you really ought to rehearse 
it like you were really giving it."

    "Hmm.  You know?  You're right!  Come with me, love."

    With speech in hand, Fred led Candy down to his dungeon once 
again.  "Get naked, then get down on all fours in front of that 
mirror," he instructed her.

    While she did so, he changed his shoes into a pair of golf shoes 
-- the kind with the little steel spikes sticking out from the bottom 
of the soles.  Then, with speech in hand, he placed one foot onto her 
naked back and stepped up.  She let out a visceral "Yeowww!" as he 
put his weight on his foot forcing the spikes to sink into her flesh.  
Then he stepped up with his other foot, faced the mirror, and began 
speaking:

    "Ladies and Gentlemen, most of us regard the political spectrum 
as a one-dimensional number line with liberals on the left and 
conservatives on the right."

    "As we all know, conservatives on the right believe in 
responsibility without liberty.  They say that your purpose in life 
is to contribute to society and that you can do anything you want 
that makes a profit.  However, activities you do merely for the fun 
of them, that do not contribute to the national economy, are strictly 
forbidden and will result in brutal penalties. Conservative 
individuals include George Bush, Ronald Reagan, Margaret Thatcher, 
Newt Gingrich, and Bob Dole.  Conservative organizations include the 
Republican Party, the NRA, the Moral Majority, and the Christian 
Coalition." 

    "And as we also know, liberals on the left believe in liberty 
without responsibility.  They say that your purpose in life is to do 
anything you want (as long as you don't say anything that offends 
women or minorities, of course), and that you must be tolerant of 
everyone else (except for people who hold offensive opinions or 
defend offensive facts, of course).  And if you make a mistake, they 
will, out of humanitarian compassion, force everyone else help you 
out, and apply brutal penalties upon those who refuse.  Liberal 
individuals include Bill Clinton, F.D. Roosevelt, Gloria Steinem, and 
Al Sharpton.  Liberal organizations include the Democratic Party, the 
Socialist Party, the ACLU, the NAACP, and NOW." 

    Candy seemed to be getting tired as she swayed under Fred's 
weight and he almost lost his balance.  He lifted a foot and stepped 
back down a fraction of an inch to the side to regain his balance, 
letting blood trickle out the, now open, puncture wounds where his 
foot had just been.  He continued:

    "However, there is a second dimension that the media elite are 
valiantly keeping us ignorant of.  This second dimension swings up 
and down rather than left to right."  

    "Authoritarians at the bottom believe in neither liberty nor 
responsibility.  They say that your purpose in life is to do exactly 
as you are told, and they make all your choices.  They will take from 
you whatever you are able to give, and give to you what you need to 
survive.  If you oppose this, or even disagree, they will kill you.  
Authoritarian individuals include Adolph Hitler, Joseph Stalin, So 
Damn Insane, Fidel Castro, and Lyndon LaRouche.  Authoritarian 
organizations include the Communist Party, the Nazi Party, and the 
KKK."

    "Libertarians at the top believe in both liberty and 
responsibility.  They say that your purpose in life is whatever you 
decide it is.  They say that force is always wrong under all 
circumstances, except, and only except in self-defense.  However, you 
may solicit assistance from others in your self-defense; this defines 
the one and only legitimate role of government.  Therefore, you can 
do anything, say anything, and live anyway you want; but you must not 
commit violence against others and you must pay for or suffer for 
your own mistakes.  You can buy insurance in advance or ask for 
charity from others in the event of personal misfortune, but you 
cannot threaten others with violence and force them to help you in 
the name of 'compassion,' or 'tolerance,' or 'the social good.'  You 
can buy, sell, or trade any product or service with anybody else, as 
long as the exchange is truly by mutual consent.  But you cannot 
force someone to trade with you in the name of 'equal rights.'  You 
can interact with anyone else in any way as long as the interaction 
is mutually consensual.  There are no limits to your activities 
whatsoever, except to prohibit physical bodily assault, and theft, 
vandalism or trespass of each other's property.  There are very few 
pure Libertarian individuals, but people who are generally 
Libertarian include Thomas Jefferson, John Stuart Mill, Ayn Rand, 
Walter Lippman, Henry David Thoreau, Woodrow Wilson, Sir Winston 
Churchill, Milton Friedman, and Steve Forbes.  Libertarian 
Organizations include the Libertarian Party, Advocates for Self 
Government, the International Society for Individual Liberty, the 
Institute for Justice, the CATO Institute, the Fully Informed Juries 
Association, the Electronic Frontier Foundation, and the Reason 
Foundation."

    "Therefore, the political spectrum is a large playing field with 
countless possibilities rather than a simple number line.  If we are 
to have true civil rights, equality, social justice, and freedom in 
America, we need to educate people of this truth.  Thank you."

    Fred bowed to the mirror and stepped off Candy's back, leaving 
dozen's of tiny puncture wounds spouting blood.

    He sat in a chair and removed his bloody golf shows as Candy sat 
next to him, trickles of blood running down her back.  He opened a 
box of Band-Aids that he had ready and applied one to each of her 
puncture wounds. 

    ###

    When Fred returned from work the following Friday night, he 
kissed Candy and immediately went into his bedroom.  When he 
returned, he was carrying a package of adult diapers.  He was also 
naked except for half a harness around his hips and the cock ring 
held snugly at the base of his dick.  The head half of the harness 
hung loosely from the ring.  

    "What's all this?" she asked when she saw him in the harness.

    "Just put a diaper on, and you'll see," he answered.

    She put the diaper on and asked, "Is this for me?" pointing to 
the harness-half dangling from his cock ring.

    "Yes, love.  Your head goes in this harness with your mouth 
hooked to my cock by this cock ring."  

    "Ohhh!  Looks like fun."  She knelt in front of him without 
prompting.  She opened her mouth as he stepped forward sliding his 
cock into it.  Then he buckled the straps around the back of her 
head.  Each time he buckled a strap, it forced his cock ever deeper 
into her mouth.  He continued to buckle straps, forcing his cock all 
the way to the back of her mouth, making her gag.  He buckled the 
last few straps forcing his cock down her throat, at which she 
started bucking involuntarily.  

    "Relax, Candy," he assured her.  "You'll get used to it."

    Fred started walking forward to the kitchen, gently pushing Candy 
to crawl backward on her knees with her head strapped to his crotch.  
He made it to the kitchen where he took a pizza out of the freezer 
and nuked it, and then grabbed a few beers from the fridge. 

    He slowly made his way back to the sofa in the living room and 
sat down.  Sitting on the sofa with her head between his thighs 
harnessed to his cock, her constant gagging felt like her throat 
muscles were milking his cock, and he exploded into her throat with a 
wave of ecstasy.

    After his climax had subsided, he clicked on the TV and settled 
down to watch a _Max Headroom_ marathon on _Tech TV._ 

    Eight or so hours later, he had finished his pizza, drank four 
beers, and had watched every _Max Headroom_ episode ever made.  It 
felt great to not have had to get up once to take a leak.

    He turned the TV off and slowly made his way into the bathroom 
where he sat on the toilet and took a shit.  He wiped his ass and 
also reached down between his legs and wiped her chin where the water 
had splashed her when his shit splashed into the bowl.

    Then he made his way into the bedroom and led her into the bed.  
Still attached, he slowly positioned her on the bed with her head 
under the covers and her legs sticking up over the headboard.  He 
settled himself on top of her with his cock pressing down into her 
mouth.  He grabbed a pillow, placed it on her crotch, and rested his 
head down to sleep.

    He came a few times during the night and, as with watching TV, it 
was wonderful to be able to piss during the night without having to 
even move from off the bed.

    He wore her constantly during the remainder of the weekend, only 
detaching her twice a day to change her diaper.  On Monday morning, 
he detached her and kissed her as he left for work.

    ###

    A few days later, Fred summoned Candy down to his dungeon.  He 
had dragged out a triplet of steamer trunks from a large closet off 
the dungeon.  

    "Observe," he said to her as he assembled the, obviously 
homebuilt, object.  About 20 minutes later, there on the floor of the 
dungeon was a six-inch high padded platform two feet wide and six 
feet long.  In addition, it also had a box mounted at one end with a 
toilet seat mounted on top of the box such that the seat was the 
standard height of a normal toile seat.  The thing had a number of 
shackles at about where a person's wrists and ankles would be.  There 
was a 10-inch diameter hole in the center of the flat surface about 
where a person's butt would be, with a Tupperware tub beneath the 
hole.  The inside bottom of the toilet seat box was lined with 
plastic and heavily padded at the bottom.

    Satisfied that he had tightened the carriage bolts that fastened 
all the parts together, he opened the toilet box that was hinged 
horizontally and held it open. 

    "Lay down on that, Candy," he told her.

    Candy obediently laid down on the platform and rested her head in 
the plastic lining of the bottom half of the toilet box.  Then, he 
closed the box over her head leaving her face framed by the toilet 
seat.  He latched the box closed and then latched the shackles on her 
wrists and ankles.  He buckled several leather belts tightly across 
her chest, hips, and legs.  Lastly, he placed a short section of 
white PVC pipe between her legs down into the Tupperware tub; it had 
a small near the top of the pipe facing her clit.

    At that, he went back upstairs to have lunch.  As he sat on his 
sofa to eat and have a pint, he caught a rerun of _Star Trek._ 

    After a time, the beer demanded release in the insistent way that 
beer does.  He walked back into the dungeon and, nonchalantly, took a 
seat on the commode in which Candy's face was framed.  She gasped as 
he leaned forward and inserted his limp dick into her mouth.  

    Having never used a toilet slave before, it took Fred a while to 
relax enough to let his piss flow into Candy's mouth.  Eventually, he 
did relax and emptied his bladder into her mouth.  He was surprised 
that she kept up with him in her swallowing.

    He used her a few more times that day, and left her locked in the 
toilet-slave bench for the rest of the week.

    The day came that he needed to take a crap.  He returned to the 
dungeon and took a seat on Candy's face, this time with his anus over 
her mouth.  He grunted and pushed a lump of shit out of his asshole 
into Candy's mouth.  Then another.  Then another.  Then he stood, 
wiped his ass with a roll of toilet paper he had left on the floor 
next to the bench, and shoved the wad of used toilet paper into her 
mouth.

    Fred used Candy as his toilet the rest of the week, releasing her 
on Saturday so that he could fuck her Saturday night.

    ###

    The following Saturday afternoon, he sat her on the sofa and told 
her to get naked once again.  Then he pulled a syringe out of a 
medical bag.  

    "Oooh!  Drugs!" she said.  "Heroin?" she asked.

    "Hardly, love." he laughed.  "It's anti-venom for bee stings.  A 
kink-friendly doctor friend of mine gave me a few doses to play 
with," he said with a sly grin.

    He wiped her arm with a cotton swap dipped in alcohol and gave 
her the shot.

    "Will this get me high or anything?"

    "Probably not.  But it might keep you alive.  Come with me."

    Candy followed Fred back outside into his woods and stopped at a 
large tree that had a couple of eyebolts screwed into it. He then 
shackled her wrists and chained her to the tree with short lengths of 
chain.

    "I feel woozy," she said, her speech slightly slurred.

    "Probably the anti-venom.  You'll be needing it in a minute."

    He walked back into his house, got out his old air rifle, and 
went back outside.  He took aim at the wasps' nest in the branches 
directly above Candy's head and shot it, again and again, until the 
hive was shredded and Candy was screaming in agony as her naked body 
appeared to be a silhouette of angry black wasps.

    Fred went back outside Sunday morning and unchained her red 
swollen body that looked like one big blister.  Relieved that she was 
still breathing and had a pulse, he carried her into the house, 
washed her off, and put her in the bathtub full of warm water.  

    He sat in the bathroom with her the rest of the day, keeping the 
water warm, until she regained consciousness that night.  

    "Man!  You're a tough girl to kill, Candy," he said to her with a 
laugh.

    She just smiled and moaned in answer.  He lifted her out of the 
tub and carried her to bed.

    ###

    The next Saturday, Fred brought Candy back down to his dungeon 
again.

    "Take off your clothes and stand here," he said pointing to the 
middle of the floor directly beneath a pulley mounted securely in the 
ceiling.

    "I take it you're going to suspend me somehow, aren't you?" she 
asked.

    "Yup!" he answered.  "And if this doesn't kill you, I don't know 
what will."

    He started by cuffing her wrists behind her back.  Then he took 
one length of rope with a pulley attached to one end and threaded 
this rope through the pulley in the ceiling.  Letting the pulley end 
of the rope hang down over her head, he wrapped the other end of the 
rope to the capstan. 

    Taking another rope, he tied one end tightly around one of her 
breasts.

    "Owww!" she screamed. "That fucking hurts!"

    "Yeah, well, it's supposed to hurt," he answered.

    He threaded the end of that rope through the pulley hanging from 
the first rope and tied the other end tightly around her other 
breast.

    Finally, he started the capstan, which slowly pulled the first 
rope pulling her up by the breasts. 

    "Owww!  Owwww!" she screamed.  "Damn!  This hurts worse than the 
fucking darts!"

    She tried to stand on her tiptoes to take her weight off her 
breasts, but ultimately her feet lifted off the floor as she hung by 
her breasts.

    Her breasts glowed bright red like bulbous red mushrooms, as she 
kicked her legs and screamed in agony.

    "Let's see how long you last like this, Candy," he said as he 
closed the door and closed the light in the dungeon.

    The next time he came down to check on her was on Monday after 
work.  He panicked when he saw that her breasts were black and she 
had passed out.

    He didn't really want her to die just yet, so he immediately 
prepared for amateur surgery.  He lowered her to the floor with the 
capstan, but he left the rope tied tightly to her breasts to keep the 
gangrene from spreading to her chest.

    Using a sharp knife, he sliced each of her breasts off right 
through the rope, close to her chest.  He pulled the skin tightly 
over the two large open wounds, and stitched the two seams closed.  
Then he carried her upstairs, still unconscious, and placed her in 
bed.  He showered and then joined her.

    The next morning, he woke to her moaning.  

    "Morning, love," he whispered in her ear.

    "Morning, love," she answered back.  She tried to move and let 
out a screech.

    "Relax, you'll be okay."

    She reached up to her bandaged chest and let out another shriek.  
"My tits!  Where are my tits?"

    "I had to cut 'em off or you'd have died from gangrene."

    "But I want to die!" she screamed.  "That's the whole point of 
this!"

    "You'll die, alright, but not just yet," he assured her.

    ###

    The following Saturday, Fred had Candy lay on her stomach on the 
gurney in the dungeon.  Again, he shackled her wrists and ankles.  
Then he inserted a funnel into her asshole.  

    He then went over to the counter and poured some rubbing alcohol, 
assorted peppers, bleach, and ammonia into a blender, and set it to 
maximum for about two minutes.  Pinching his nose at the burning 
odor, he removed the pitcher, walked over to Candy, and poured the 
concoction into the funnel whereby Candy released the loudest shriek 
of pain yet. 

    Fred rooted through a drawer for some earplugs and put them in 
his ears so her screams wouldn't cause him to go deaf.  Then after 
her cries of pain died down, he took a bottle of hydrochloric acid 
and poured a few drops into the funnel, causing Candy to resume her 
shrieking.

    ###

    During the following week, Fred had to buy another package of 
adult diapers on his way home from work, for the preceding torture 
seemed to have damaged her sphincter muscles so that she could no 
longer hold her shit in and suffered constant diarrhea thereafter.

    ###

    While sitting at breakfast the following Saturday, Fred asked 
Candy, "Do you like horses?"

    "Yeah!" she answered.  "I love horses!"

    "Good.  Follow me, love."

    He led Candy out and down a path behind his house to a small 
barn.  In the barn was three horses, one of which was a large brown 
stallion with a black main. 

    They stopped in front of the stall and he said to her, "Meet Ol' 
Spirit, Candy."

    "Ooooh!  He's beautiful!  Can I ride him?"

    "Yeah.  But it would probably be more accurate to say that he's 
going to ride you."

    "Oh my," she said putting her hands to her mouth.

    He led her to the rear of the barn where he told her to lay on a 
low narrow wooden bench.  Then he led Ol' Spirit up to her and walked 
the stallion directly over her straddling the bench between its legs. 

    He explained to her, "In case you've never been around horses, 
Candy, I should tell you a horse has a _huge_ cock.  Its head will 
probably reach all the way into your stomach.  Lucky for you, because 
horse piss really _stinks!_  And a horse can fill a gallon milk-jug 
with one piss.  So that'll save you from having to swallow it."

    With her head directly between the horse's hind legs, he began 
cranking the table up.  Taking a gloved hand he grabbed the horse's 
cock and pointed it downward toward her mouth as the table raised her 
up.  

    The table had finally raised up as far as it would go, with 
Candy's body pressed up against the horse's body with its 2-inch 
diameter 12-inch long cock down her throat.  Her mouth looked like 
her lips would tear apart with the huge member jammed in her mouth.  
Then he took her arms and tied them up over the horse's rump, then 
tied her ankles around its neck.  

    He then lowered the bench and led the horse, with her strapped to 
its belly, out to the paddock.  

    "Just so you know, Candy, horses just _love_ to wander into ponds 
and wallow in the water up to their shoulders when the weather is 
hot.  Let's hope Ol' Spirit doesn't decide to do this."

    Fred opened the gate from the paddock into the field, then 
smacked the horse on the rump, sending him cantering off.

    Fred checked the paddock daily thereafter, and Ol' Spirit had 
returned to the barn on his own Wednesday evening.

    Peering under the horse, Candy was still there, her body cut and 
torn by thorns, encrusted with dried bloody streams, covered by 
prickly plant things that grow wild in the fields, and her hair 
drenched and smelling from horse piss and with bits of horse shit 
matted in it as well.  Yet, she was still alive.

    Before releasing her, however, he tied the horse to a hitching 
post and got his saddle out of the barn.  He placed a harness over 
Ol' Spirit's head.  Then, placing a blanket on Ol' Spirit's back and 
the saddle on the blanket, he reached under and pulled the cinch 
strap under the horse's chest and under Candy's body, and lashed it 
to the other side of the saddle.  He tightened the cinch, little by 
little, until it held the saddle firmly in place, practically 
crushing Candy's waist against the horse's chest.

    Then, grabbing the reigns and releasing the lead from the post, 
he placed his left foot in the left stirrup, threw his right leg over 
the saddle, and landed in the saddle with a _thump._  He snapped the 
rains and Ol' Spirit started walking briskly toward the gate to the 
field.  

    Fred rode through the fields and into the woods for several hours 
before returning late at night. 

    At last, he hitched Ol' Spirit to the hitching post, removed the 
harness and saddle, sponged the beast down, and then cut Candy off.  
He placed her unconscious body in an old wheelbarrow and wheeled her 
back to the house, where he treated her to another hot bubble bath 
and waited with her until she regained consciousness again.

    Her hair was so encrusted with horse shit and burrs that he 
filled the tub with hair removal cream, and had her lay in it for a 
good long time, running it thoroughly into her hair and all over her 
body.  

    By the end of this treatment, not only was she completely bald, 
but she was utterly hairless anywhere on her body.  The sight was 
surreal.  The total absence of body hair that ordinarily goes 
unnoticed was the most shocking.

    ###

    The following Saturday afternoon, Fred brought Candy down to his 
dungeon yet again.  This time, he told her to lay down on the floor 
directly under the suspension apparatus in the ceiling.

    Then he locked a pair of padded ankle cuffs to her ankles and 
then walked over to the capstan and raised her off the floor by her 
ankles.  He stopped lifting her when her neck was about two feet 
above the floor.

    He then walked up to her head and jumped up on her chin as if it 
were a small seat. 

    Fred started swinging on her, back and forth, back and forth, 
higher and higher, using her head as a swing.  

    "Wheeee!" Fred shouted as he swing back and forth.  He continued 
swinging on her for about ten or fifteen minutes before jumping off, 
lowering her, and releasing her.  

    ###

    The following day, Sunday, Fred decided that he wanted to play 
doctor -- for real.  He set up his dungeon as if it were an operating 
room in a hospital with all the accoutrements that one would normally 
associate with such a facility.  Unfortunately, while he had most of 
the equipment, he lacked the credentials to purchase the drugs and 
anesthesia needed to perform surgery.

    He strapped Candy to the gurney and securely anchored her wrists 
and ankles. 

    "I'm afraid this will be rather painful, Candy," he forewarned 
her.

    "No problem, love.  Mind telling me what you're planning to do, 
though?"

    "I don't really know yet." he answered.  "I'm just going to open 
you up and look for something interesting to remove.  Maybe your 
appendix, or maybe your gall bladder."

    "Well then, enjoy yourself."

    First, to protect his ears from her inevitable screams of agony, 
he inserted a pair of earplugs in his ears, and then placed a set of 
_Bose_ active noise canceling headphones on his head, the kind used 
by pilots of small prop planes.

    He then scrubbed in the way that doctors do, and put on a pair of 
latex gloves.  Then, removing a set of freshly sterilized instruments 
from his autoclave, he set them in a tray next to the gurney.

    He started by cutting straight across the collarbone from 
shoulder to shoulder.  The ear plugs and headphones worked 
wonderfully -- though he could see and feel her bucking and 
screaming, he could barely hear her cries of misery.  Next, he cut 
straight down from her throat down to her clit, as if he were 
performing an autopsy.  Lastly, he cut across her hips in a V-shaped 
cut that met the long vertical cut at her clit at the point of the V.

    Then he peeled the two large flaps of flesh back, exposing her 
rib cage, stomach and other internal organs, and her intestines.  

    Feeling where the small intestine joined the large intestine, he 
felt a small "nub" near the connection.  Assuming it to be her 
appendix, he clamped it, and snipped it off.  Then he tied the 
opening closed with dissolving suture.

    Next he felt around her chest and below her stomach and liver.  
He found her gall bladder and removed it in the same fashion as her 
appendix.  

    Finally, he began closing her up.  He slowly sewed the long 
vertical cut in her skin back together from the neck down with non-
dissolving suture as if he were lacing a new shoe for the first time.  
As he reached her navel, he cut around it, removing it and stretching 
the skin a little tighter to meet where her navel had been, and 
continued sewing her to her crotch, leaving the front of her torso 
utterly featureless -- except for the countless scars from earlier 
tortures.  Then he sewed the vertical cut across her collarbone 
closed.  Lastly, he closed the V-cut across her hips.

    ###

    Candy couldn't move for the pain for the next two weeks, and Fred 
had to take the two weeks off work to feed and care for her.

    For about three weeks, Candy could take care of herself, barely, 
but could not endure any death attempts during this time.  All in 
all, it was about two months before they attempted another death 
scene. 

    ###

    One weekend, Candy asked Fred when he would try, once again, to 
end her life.

    He brought her down to his dungeon and had her lay on the gurney.

    He retrieved three syringes, three beakers, and some jugs of 
household cleaning chemicals. 

    Into one beaker he poured a small amount of bleach, and then 
topped it off with distilled water.  He did the same with ammonia, 
and then with rubbing alcohol.

    Walking over to Candy with a tray containing the three syringes 
he said, "Is this doesn't kill you, I give up!"

    He located a vein in her wrist and injected her with the diluted 
beach first.  Then he injected her other wrist with the diluted 
ammonia.  Finally, he injected the diluted alcohol into her rump.

    Almost immediately, she began screaming, "Oww!  Owww!  It hurts 
all over!  Oh fuck, it hurts all inside me!  Owww!  Owwww!  Owwww!"

    She continued to scream in agony for the rest of the day, night, 
and rest of the following day.  This time, Fred was certain that she 
would perish, but she just continued to scream constantly for three 
or four days until, it seemed, the caustic chemicals wore out or left 
her body.  

    ###

    Fred was surprised, but relieved, that Candy had survived even 
being injected with cleaning chemicals, albeit heavily diluted 
cleaning chemicals.  

    The following Saturday afternoon, he strapped her down to the 
gurney in his dungeon.  This time, he produced a heavy bolt cutter.

    Candy gasped when he placed the gigantic jaws of the cutter 
between the knuckles of one of her fingers.  Before she could react, 
he had pulled the levers closed and her fingertip dropped to the 
floor as Candy let out a yelp.  

    "Did that hurt, love?" Fred asked.

    "Actually, after everything you've done to me, love, I hardly 
felt that."

    He continued and removed each of her fingertips in turn, then did 
each of her toes.

    Then he bandaged the bloody stumps of her fingers and toes and 
helped her upstairs to bed to rest.  As Candy rested, Fred took stock 
of his work on Candy as she lay there in agony.  Having removed her 
breasts so long ago she was utterly flat-chested with two large scars 
where her breasts had been.  In addition to the autopsy scar that ran 
across her collarbone and straight down to her crotch, her body was 
still a patchwork of scars from the bullwhipping he gave her their 
first day together.  Where the whip scars were absent, her body was a 
virtual star-scape of pinpoint scars from the dart game, and 
pockmarks from bug bites and parasites from the week she had been 
buried alive.  Not to be missed was the obvious absence of 
fingertips, with each of her fingers ending in short stumps.  Lastly, 
his monogram showed clearly where he had carved it into her shoulder.  
Yet, stroking her cheeks gently, he was a still a strikingly 
beautiful woman with long golden hair.  He didn't know which to 
regret more, that he failed in her petition to kill her, or that this 
beautiful example of womanhood wanted to end her life. 

    ###

    A few days later, Fred brought Candy down to his dungeon and told 
her to bend over a bright yellow child's plastic slide.  The toy was 
the perfect height for her to lean against the little steps with her 
ass in the air as her chest rested on the smooth slide between the 
plastic rails.  He shackled her wrists and ankles to it that he had 
added on his own.

    Then he retrieved a box of fireworks from a drawer.  He took a 
cherry bomb with a long fuse and pushed it into her anus.  With a 
long skinny stick, he pushed it in deeper until just a few inches of 
fuse stuck out of her asshole like a tiny rat's tail.

    He lit the fuse and stepped back.  She let out a scream as the 
white-hot spark of the fuse burned past her sphincter.  Then, a split 
second later, he witnessed the loudest fart he had ever heard.  Black 
pungent smoke, bits of shit, and blood shot out her ass like a roman 
candle and splattered on the far wall in a tight little splash. 

    He took a cloth out of the autoclave, poured some rubbing alcohol 
on it, and wiped her ass clean, resisting the urge to gag from the 
sight of raw flesh and odor of pungent burnt sulfur. 

    ###

    That night, Fred and Candy made love like they had done together 
countless times during their adventure together.

    He told her to lay there and let him do all the work.  He started 
by giving her a total tongue bath, not missing any spot or orifice.  
He spent a considerable amount of time working her nipples to a rock-
hard state. 

    When he reached her pussy, he started by gently caressing her 
clit with his lips.  He licked all around the perimeter of her twat.  
Then he started licking up and down the middle.  He fucked her pussy 
with his tongue then moved to her clit, and then twirled and flicked 
her clit with his tongue.  He pressed his tongue against her clit, 
and pressed it gently into the opening of her urethra just under her 
clit.  

    "Oh, Fred!" she moaned.  "You have such a skill with your mouth!"  
No sooner had she said this that she exploded into orgasm, quaking 
and bucking in ecstasy.  He continued sucking gently while she cam 
again and again, until she had to tell him to stop.  

    Then she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, 
shoving her muff into his face.  He started licking her again, but 
she said, "Relax, love.  I had my turn.  It's your turn now," 
whereupon she began sucking his cock with a vengeance.  She 
alternated between taking it all the way in, and sliding it out and 
licking the head and the brim.  When he started coming, she closed 
her lips tightly around the shaft and started sucking hard.

    He came again and again, and she never let up on the vacuum until 
he had spent his full load.

    Both fully satisfied, they rolled onto their sides and they fell 
to sleep entwined in each other. 

    ###

    The following day, Fred said to Candy as he changed her diaper 
for the third time that day, "Candy, I'm all out of ideas to kill 
you, and you're still alive.  What do we do?"

    She answered, "Can I tell you something in all honesty, Fred?"

    "Sure," he answered.

    "I'm not sure I want to die anymore."

    "What?  Why didn't you tell me?  I could have killed you with my 
last few scenes!"

    "I wasn't sure.  And I'm not sure how you really feel about me, 
so I didn't say anything?"

    "What do you mean, 'how I feel about you'?" he asked.

    "I don't know if you'd want a mutilated woman who has to wear a 
diaper constantly," she answered. 

    "Huh?  What're you saying?" he asked.

    "I'm saying that, well, we've had some great scenes and I think 
we'd make a great D/s couple."

    "Yeah, that we would.  So what are you saying?" he asked again.

    "I'm trying to propose, here -- Master."

    His jaw dropped, "P-p-p-propose?"

    "Yeah, I want to be your slave.  Will you by my Master, to own 
and dominate me, for as long as we both shall live?"

    "Yeah.  I mean, yes. I do." 

    ###

    The following month, Fred and Candy stood before a kink-friendly 
Justice of the Peace who was, himself, a D/s slave.  There, in a 
private rented dungeon at _Edge Play_ in Manhattan, all their friends 
wept at the marriage ceremony amongst the whips and chains that 
decorated the room.  They were a striking couple, he in his black 
leather tuxedo, and she in her black leather wedding gown.

    The judge asked, "Candy, do you take Fred to be your Master, to 
love, serve, and obey?"

    "I do," she answered.

    "Fred," the judge asked, "do you take Candy, to be your slave, to 
love, teach, and protect?"

    "I do," he answered.

    "The collar, please?" the judge asked.

    Fred took the collar from the collar-bearer and buckled it around 
Candy's neck.

    "By the powers vested in me by the State of New York, I now 
pronounce you Master and slave.  You may now whip the bride."

    
    - END -

IMPORTANT!!!!  ====> These are only fantasies.  Do not attempt to 
enact these.  If you think you can modify any of these to make them 
safe forms of edge play, please ask for advice in the bdsm groups for 
their advice first.

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