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Subject: {ASSM} Woman's Breath  (The Marquis) ( tort, snuff, m/f, n/c } REPOST
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This is the work of the Marquis (remember http://www.scrye.com/~marquis/
? )

She screamed as I made the belly incision, but not very much. She
seemed to sense that this cut was merely a prelude to her torture. The
pain demanded that she respond, and she did, but she held something
back, too. That was gratifying. This girl was a good victim; she had
good instincts. I had chosen her well.
I made the belly wound quite small, drawing the scalpel from an inch
below to an inch above her navel. That was all I needed to get the tip
of the probe into her, after all. Her eyes grew wide with terror as
she saw it, and I have to admit, it is quite frightening. The body of
the probe is simply a length of corrugated white plastic hose. But its
head is black, with six fairly wicked metal claws. The claws make it
reasonably clear that the probe is a torture device. In any case, the
apparatus looks very much unlike something which a young blonde would
want to have inserted into her belly.

"Oh, please, don't put that in me," she whimpered. Her cheeks were
already wet with tears. She was quite young, and the young ones always
frighten more easily. She clenched her fists impotently; the leather
manacles kept her naked body right where I wanted it: spread-eagled on
the torture table. Ignoring her protests, I slipped the probe head
into her gut wound. It fit perfectly. I had made the cut just the
right size.

"Try to relax," I suggested. "It'll be worse for you if you resist." I
switched on the probe monitor and picked up my joystick. The camera at
the tip of the probe was working fine. I had a good view of her
intestines. I began to guide the probe down into her guts. Not
surprisingly, she began to howl. I can't imagine that she enjoyed
having the probe claw its way through her entrails. She didn't suffer
much actual damage, however. I was careful to minimize the extent to
which the claws gripped her guts. Though this part of the procedure
was probably much more excruciating for her than the belly wound had
been, she still had not yet begun to experience the evening's main
torture event, and I wanted to make sure I didn't snuff her
prematurely.

Crawling slowly downwards on its metal claws, the probe finally
reached her cervix. I could tell from her face that she felt it there,
pressing against the border between her cunt and the rest of her. She
looked at me with young, green, pleading eyes. "Pu...please...stop.
Whatever you're doing, please, oh please, stop..."

Her pathetic pleas made the moment perfect. I sent all six claws into
her cervix at once, clamping the probe down onto that tender wall as
she screamed and howled and thrashed about in her leather restraints.
When I was sure that the probe was firmly mounted on her cervical
wall, I initiated the burn-through sequence. A circular section of her
cervix vanished almost instantly. I thought she would pass out, but
she persevered. She was a real little trooper.

 I inserted her nose plugs, filling first the left nostril, then the
right. She was terrified and almost blind with pain; she still didn't
understand what was happening to her. It was only as I brought the
white plastic hose up to her mouth that she realized the full extent
of the horror she faced. Her eyes--so young, so innocent!--grew very
wide. "For God's sake," she whispered. "Don't. Please." But of course,
I did. I gripped her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. The hose went in,
filling her face. With her nostrils plugged, she had no choice but to
breathe through the tube. I had effectively rerouted her respiration
through her vagina. She now had to force air past her pussy lips,
through the hole in her cervix and all the way up through the hose
into her mouth. I found myself wondering if her air tasted like cunt.

I ran a few layers of clear plastic tape around her mouth, to make
sure the tube stayed in place, and to guarantee a good seal. Then came
the part I had been looking forward to. I lubed up my cock, entered
her, and began fucking her to death.

Her teenaged pussy was exquisitely tight; the pain made her cunt
magnificent. My cock filled her pink slit completely; when I thrust
into her, there was certainly no room for her to breathe. It was only
when I withdrew slightly that she could gulp down a woefully
inadequate mouthful of air. I have always loved to fuck women as they
asphyxiate, but this was far better than fucking a woman as she hangs,
or even as she garrotes herself. The difference, of course, was that
here the rape was not an incidental supplement to the torture. Here
the rape and the torture were one and the same, for it was my cock
itself which was strangling her. It was the fucking which was killing
her. Every stroke brought her nearer to an agonized death, and that
thought drove me wild.

I fought hard to restrain myself, to hold myself back. She hadn't yet
suffered enough. I didn't want to finish her too quickly. At the end
of each stroke I pulled out of her and paused briefly, letting her
breathe. Then I thrust forward again, forcing my cock deep into her
and holding it there until she began to convulse in helpless,
desperate agony. The beauty of her asphyxiation was written across her
tender, sweet face. With every stroke of my cock, I felt her pain.

I reached a plateau, a place where I seemed to be able to continue
fucking her forever without risk of climax. I savored our timeless
dance. We were locked together in a relentless binary unity. Her pain
and my pleasure combined to form something sublime.

I began to stay inside her longer with each stroke. I was teasing her,
tormenting her, drawing her slowly and gently towards her death. The
corrugated white hose collapsed in on itself as she sucked at it. Her
strong, young lungs created a powerful vacuum as she fought for air. I
could feel the suction against my cock. This was an historic moment.
Never before had any man received fellatio while raping a woman's
cunt.

This impossible double pleasure finally drove me over the edge. I had
to finish her. I thrust into her and held myself there, as her
strangling body died around me. I gazed into her innocent green eyes
while her cunt sucked my cock. And at last I came into her. Her
powerful lungs pulled my spunk up through the tube, into her mouth and
down her throat. Instead of the air she so desperately needed, I gave
her semen. I held my cock inside her, ensuring her death. She heaved
and contorted, straining and striving to breathe, but there was no air
in her cunt, only cock. At last she gave a small whimper and relaxed,
her torment ended.

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