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Subject: {ASSM} Club Tartarus Part 1 (BDSM,M/f,oral,snuff,wsa2000)
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Date: Wed, 06 Jun 2007 09:10:02 -0400
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It's a small club.   I've been told that I might want to buy a
partnership here. I'm not so sure. There is less than attractive
redhead mulatto stripper slave on stage named Stormy.   She's dancing
to a Hip Hop song, and not dancing very well.

Just as her song ends, the DJ kicks in with his spiel

"Welcome to tonight show here at Club Tartarus, where they dance and
die! Well, wait a minute, let me deal with some thing first, this will
take just a minute...."

With that, I see his hand come out of the window of the DJ booth over
looking the primary stage with a 9mm pistol in it.  Two quick shots
later and Stormy is lying on the stage, with the top of her head blown
off.  The bouncer/bartender/cook comes up to the stage with meat hook
in his hand, which he uses to pick up her dead body and drag it back
to the kitchen area.

"Stormy will be available as girl burgers later tonight.  If you want
them.   I'm not sure I would..." the DJ goes on.  "I know I'm not
supposed to just shoot them in the head, but you all know she wasn't
going to last long here any way, and she can't dance for beans..."

OK, maybe this place has some merit after all...

"OK, let's get on with tonight's real show!  Let's give it up for
" ...drum roll... "Christie!"  Two bouncer bring Christie up from the
dressing room.  She's a blond, a bit thick, about a 7 on the 1 to 10
scale.  She's got a couple of tattoos, and large, but real tits.  She
is struggling, but they have her in a pretty good arm lock.  She not
going any where.  The DJ goes on "As you know, we do snuff shows
here.  Tonight show is this week 'staff choice'.  Christie was
selected by the staff as the bitch we like so see die.  She selected
the being beheaded as her way of going.  That's sort of funny, because
if she gave better head, she would get to keep her head.   For those
that care, Christie was sold to us by her boy friend."  A spot light
highlights a skinny guy back in the corner.  A blond slave is blowing
him, he sort of waves and the light goes off.

While the bouncers are bringing Christie up, two of the other dancers
are pushing a guillotine onto the stage from the back stage area.
That does explain why a club this size has a back stage, which isn't
normal for a strip club stage.   The bouncers wrestle Christie into
place, locking her into it, then placing the trigger cord out on to
the stage. A rock song starts playing.  One of the girls that pushed
the guillotine onto the stage starts doing her routine, using the up
rights of the guillotine as her stripper pole.

I've got to admit, as snuff shows goes this one is, well different.

A naked blond comes up to me "Hi!  my names Shea, want me to blow you
while Siren dances?"  I look at her.  She's got the longest nipples I
have seen on a girl in a long time.  Tiny tits, but 3/4 inch, maybe a
full inch long nipples sticking out.  She doesn't really wait for me
to answer, but sinks to her knees, pulling my cock out of my pants and
taking it into her mouth.  She licks the head for a bit, then takes it
down, all the way down.  She's good, I'll give her that.    Siren
dances, removing her top and bottoms, then grabs both of the up
rights, flipping her self up, almost to the blade.  She spins and
twists a bit, then does an near perfect high bar dismount of of the
guillotine.  She spins around on the floor for the last few measures
of the song, then grabs the cord and pulls.  The blade falls, and
Christie's head lands with a thunk on the stage.  Siren positions her
self so the blood spray goes mainly on her, rubbing it into her tits
and belly.

I cum.  Hard into Shea's mouth.    Once I'm done she looks up at me
"When I go, I'm going on a Jessica 3000"

I've seen dozens, hundreds even of slave girls snuffed before.
Nothing like this club however.   The DJ announces the next dancer as
Siren and the other girl push the  guillotine back off stage.  The
next dancer comes up, I kid you not, with a mop and bucket, wearing a
French Maid outfit.  She manges, over the course of two songs to not
only get naked, but mop up most of the blood, more or less in time to
the music.  Amazing..


I'm going to have to really look into this partnership deal now.

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