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Subject: {ASSM} Neve Campbell in the Chair ( viol, elec, snuff, m/f tort } REPOST
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Neve squirmed uneasily in her chair. Apart from the stainless steel
manacles which held her wrists firmly against its arms, the chair was
not a particularly threatening piece of furniture. It looked quite a
bit like the sort of chair you might find in an upscale beauty salon:
minimalist, black and chrome, pump-action. Bauhaus. The capacitors and
so forth were well hidden. She couldn't know what was in store for
her. Still, she was an intelligent young woman; by now she probably
had a good sense that her fate was likely to be extremely unpleasant.
She was probably imagining scenarios. Intelligent women make the best
victims; the fates they imagine for themselves are often much more
clever than anything I could come up with.
Neve swallowed hard and decided to try reason. "Think about what
you're doing," she said calmly. "They'll catch you. And they'll kill
you for this."

"Really?" I replied. "I don't think so. I've snuffed quite a number of
celebrities, you know. Cindy Crawford. Gillian Anderson. Cameron Diaz.
And here I am, about to snuff you, too."

Her dark eyes flashed with anger. "I'm not a candle flame. I'm a human
being."

 I looked her over from bottom to top. Slender high heels enhanced the
shapeliness of her fantastic legs. She wore a very short, spaghetti-
strapped black slip dress. The high hem of her dress revealed a good
deal of firm, creamy white thigh. Her breasts bulged, young and
impertinent, against her black bodice. "You're a nicely packaged
cunt," I told her. "A good looking chunk of meat. And you will be
snuffed. Eventually."

I set the spotless surgical tray next to the chair, where she could
get a good look at it. Her slim young body stiffened perceptibly as
she recognized the tools for what they were. In an instant she was
transported from the beauty parlor to the dentist's office. There was,
of course, no nitrous oxide tank in sight.

"Open wide," I said with a smile, lifting the surgical pliers.

The frightened young bitch squirmed in her chair. I was glad she was
resisting. "No," she whimpered, reason giving way to desperation.
"Please, don't do this..."

I grabbed a nipple through tight, soft cotton. It stiffened
involuntarily as I rolled it between thumb and forefinger. I gripped
it gently with the pliers, squeezing just hard enough to get her
attention. "Open wide," I repeated, my voice a shade harder.

She complied wordlessly, eyes full of tears. I removed the pliers from
her nipple and thrust them into her mouth.

She screamed around the pliers as I pulled the first tooth. It was a
nice big molar with deep roots. The pain must have been blinding. She
thrashed wildly in the chair, the sharp manacles digging into her
wrists as she struggled. I set the bloody tooth down on the surgical
tray, then went back in for another. There was a tremendous amount of
tension in her body as I gripped the tooth. I could feel it in the
pliers, in the enamel, in the tooth's root; it went all the way down
to her breasts, her pussy. I had found an access port to the heart of
her being.

The teeth began to pile up. They did not come out easily, which meant
maximum pain for poor Neve. She didn't bleed much, and that pleased
me. I worked slowly and steadily, gradually demolishing a magnificent
set of teeth. Neve's smile had been bright and brilliant; she had
spent a great deal of money to develop, maintain and improve her
stunning set of polished Hollywood ivories. I destroyed all of that in
the space of half an hour, as she twisted and squirmed helplessly in
the chair.

Her tears flowed freely. Her screams assured me that I had reached a
level of barbarity she hadn't imagined possible. She was very young
and very strong; she didn't pass out even once. I took them all from
her: the molars, the bicuspids, the incisors. She endured it without
the slightest anesthesia. I admired her for that.

What we were doing was deeply sexual. This oral rape was far more
profound than anything I could have done to her cunt. She perched on
the edge of her chair, her long supple legs splayed wide, her pale
body drenched in sweat. On some level she understood.

At last her mouth was empty. She stared at me with dark, tear-filled
eyes. Her career, certainly, was over: no prosthesis would suffice for
a star of her magnitude. Could she imagine a life without stardom? Or
would she prefer for me to continue? She ran her tongue gingerly over
her gum holes and whimpered softly.

I gave her a moment to calm down. Then I told her the truth about the
chair in which she sat. I explained to her how she might persuade me
not to use the chair on her. She nodded distantly. This raven-haired
beauty was on autopilot now, quite incapable of coherent thought.

Fucking her mouth was the fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy. I have
always dreamed of being serviced by a slender, toothless beauty--what
man hasn't? No sharp surfaces. Nothing but pure, warm wetness. I could
fuck her face as hard as I wanted to--and I did, thrusting ruthlessly
into her mouth until she gagged. The violence of it took me where I
needed to be, and I came down her not-quite-unwilling throat.

She had served her purpose, so I could now finish her. I pushed her
short skirt up over her hot, moist thighs. She wore no undergarments.
Her cunt was slick but believable. It had a neatly trimmed thatch of
soft, downy black fur. It was not a shaved magazine cunt. It was a
cunt for fucking, an actual part of a real woman's body.

I picked up the large phallic electrode which rested beneath the
chair. Neve offered no resistance as I slipped it into place; she took
ten full inches, as if she had done so many times before.

I used my remote control to start her death sequence. It began
gradually: just a little juice in her wrists and twat, enough to teach
her the basics of being electrocuted. Then a little more. She jumped
and wiggled seductively as I shocked her. We had already consummated
our relationship, of course, but now I think she wanted to give me
something more. I had fucked her toothless face; now she wanted to
fuck me back, through the cunt 'trode.

She stretched her long, lithe, lovely legs as far as she could stretch
them. The muscles rippled up and down her sleek, sensual calves. She
rode the 'trode with vigor, her body doing what it had been born to
do. As she mastered each level of pain, I gave her a bit more. Her
round, oversized breasts bulged against the tight black dress. Her
lips were stretched open, but she was not screaming. Her eyes were
full of tears and special knowledge.

The pain shaded easily into something more. This was no longer simple
torture. I was executing this bitch, snuffing her as promised. It took
a long time. Neve performed her role admirably, gyrating on the 'trode
as her skin sizzled and popped. Electrified sweat exploded on her wet
body. She made exquisite gurgling sounds. She was ready.

I gave her a little more, and now I could smell her meat burning. It
seemed that what I had told her was true after all. She WAS meat, and
she was cooking now. I gave her a moment to understand that. Then I
pushed her over the edge.

Her slender body twitched wildly as it entered its death throes. She
had never been more beautiful. Full breasted, long legged, she rode
the cunt 'trode to her final glory. And at last she threw back her
head and howled a desperate howl, her black tresses flying about her
face as she gave in to the inevitable.

Her body continued to twitch in the chair for some time after her
death.

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