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Subject: {ASSM} The Last Picture Show {The Marquis}  ( tort, breast, snuff, m/f cons 
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This is the work of the Marquis (remember http://www.scrye.com/~marquis/
? )


 The script read: KIM IS STANDING ON HER TIPTOES WITH HER HANDS BOUND
BEHIND HER BACK. THERE IS A TIGHT NOOSE AROUND HER THROAT, BUT HER
FEET HAVEN'T LEFT THE GROUND YET, SO SHE CAN STILL BREATHE A LITTLE.
"I hope it isn't too 'over the top,'" Kim said bashfully.

"Are you kidding? It's perfect!" Alec enthused. "In the first hour and
a half of the movie, you've been whipped, branded, repeatedly gang
raped...now comes the climax. This last scene will blow them away!"
Setting down the script, Alec slipped the noose around Kim's throat
and drew the knot tight.

ALEC SPENDS TEN MINUTES WHIPPING KIM'S BREASTS, AND TEN MINUTES
TORTURING HER NIPPLES WITH A CATTLE PROD.

"Is twenty minutes of breast torture too much?" Kim asked nervously.

"Of course not," he said soothingly. "You have gorgeous breasts. Men
desire them; women envy them. And everybody wants to see them whipped
and shocked. You shouldn't worry so much."

"I can't help it," she protested. "It's the first screenplay I ever
wrote. And, well, it's the only one I ever WILL write. I just want it
to be perfect."

"And it will be perfect, because you're perfect," he assured her.

She smiled. "You're sweet. Thanks for being my director."

"I wouldn't trust anyone else to make my wife's snuff film." He pulled
the rope taut, forcing Kim onto her tiptoes. Her blonde hair rippled
as she began to strangle.

"Can you breathe OK?" he asked.

She nodded. "Hurts..."

"Good. That'll help you get into character." He picked up a stiff
leather quirt and sliced the air with it. "I want to get plenty of
breast torture footage," he said. "That way I can edit the best
strokes together."

Her naked body quivered as he brought the whip down across her left
nipple. She tried to scream, but the tightness of the noose prevented
it; she could only gag. He began to lash her breasts with the ruthless
efficiency of which only a husband is capable. Kim's lovely mammary
melons responded beautifully to the abuse. Her big, round pink nipples
were hard within moments.

Alec gathered about twenty minutes of breast whipping footage while
his beautiful, bound bride squirmed helplessly in her noose. He felt
liberated. He no longer had to worry about keeping Kim alive; now he
could whip her as he had always wanted to. The strokes fell like rain
on her heaving, sweaty breasts. Soon her sweet little tits were
swollen and pink, crisscrossed with wicked whipping sores. Blood
trickled lazily out of her left nipple.

At last Alec set down the whip and took up the prod. Kim feigned
terror, shaking her head violently, trying to turn away from him as he
approached her. Her eyes grew wide as the prod drew near her tortured
breasts. Then her head snapped back as the first shock tore into her.
The prod was one of her favorite sex toys; Alec tortured her with it
often, and he really knew how to hurt her with it. But again, this
time was different. This time was forever, and Alec could take her
farther than she had ever been before. He turned up the current until
her breasts blazed with an intensity she had never felt before. Agony
flooded into her body as he played the prod over her nipples; the
slightest touch brought purest pain. Alec continued for about twenty
minutes, making sure he had plenty of good shots.

ALEC TAKES A HOT POKER AND WALKS AROUND BEHIND KIM'S SUFFERING BODY.
HE TAKES HER ANALLY, WHICH PUSHES HER OFF HER FEET AND CAUSES HER TO
HANG. HE BRINGS THE POKER AROUND IN FRONT OF HER AND GRASPS IT FIRMLY
WITH BOTH HANDS. HE PRESSES THE POKER BETWEEN HER THIGHS, FORCING IT
INTO HER. HE DRAWS THE POKER INTO HER AS DEEPLY AS POSSIBLE, HOLDING
IT IN PLACE UNTIL SHE DIES.

"And ingenious double rape," Alec enthused. "I rape you anally while
the poker violates your vagina. Of course, we can't show penetration;
we want to keep our R rating. But that's OK. One look at your face
will tell everybody exactly what's going on." Alec lifted the poker
from its brazier; the tip glowed cherry red. "Ready, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," Kim whispered. "Snuff me, lover. Finish my movie."

"This will be your biggest box office smash ever, I promise." Alec
moved behind Kim. Setting the poker down carefully, he lifted Kim's
lithe, nubile body and pressed her slender ass down onto his stiff
pole. He met no resistance as he slid between her cheeks; his cock had
stretched her sphincter many times during their years of marriage. As
she had hoped, it proved impossible to keep her feet on the floor as
Alec ass-fucked her. She began to hang.

Alec brought the poker around and began to bring it towards her. An
acrid reek told her that her blonde pubic hair was being singed off;
the iron was almost inside her! She closed her eyes in agonized
expectation. Then she went blind with pain as her greatest fantasy was
realized. Her cunt stretched wide to accept a thick rod of nearly
molten steel. The agony was beyond anything she had ever imagined. She
could actually feel the womanhood being burnt out of her. At the same
time she felt Alec pumping away in her ass. Her feet kicked
helplessly; she couldn't breathe at all.

She tried to stay alive long enough for Alec to come. It wasn't hard;
her tortured convulsions brought him off soon enough. She began to
relax as his spunk filled her ass. She had discharged her last marital
responsibility to him. Her supple, mutilated body hung limp in the
noose. She twitched once, twice. A death rattle escaped her throat,
and her head fell listlessly to one side. Kim's film was complete at
last.

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