Message-ID: <14928eli$9809011513@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Loch Raveena" Subject: NEW: "Snuff Love" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980831003300.18931.qmail@hotmail.com> SNUFF LUV by Loch Raveena Mark never did mention his fantasy to his girlfriends. Even the most fun girls he had been with never knew that he wanted to act out death scenes. He fantasized about killing his girlfriend, either shooting them or strangling them, then making love to her as he stared into her staring dead eyes. Or it could be the other way. He could imagined being shot. Lying dead on the ground, eyes wide open and staring, he could imagine his girlfriend discovering his 'body' and being turned on. He imagined his girlfriend riding on top of his corpse, her eyes looking into his. He was too embarrassed to mention this off-the-wall fantasy. After all, it was a fantasy, and nothing more. He wished no harm to anyone. He had always played the dead guy when he played cowboys and indians as a child. As a teenager, he sought out the latest violent films, ever hoping to catch a glimpse of a dying woman or man - it really didn't matter - with their eyes open, blood oozing from their open mouth, and their stomach exposed, in particular their navel. He carried this fantasy to this day. After a date one summer night, a date in which it was simply a kiss and a goodnight and I'll call you (maybe) later in the week, Mark stayed up to surf the internet. He checked baseball scores, read the latest news, and in a news photograph, he saw the picture of a dead young rebel, his belly exposed, in the World section. The article reported on a civil war in Sierra Leone, Africa. Mark stared at the picture and saw himself lying there in the street for a beautiful young war correspondent to take his picture, his slender corpse to then appear in nearly every major newspaper in the world. He was mesmerized by the photo. Then one day when Mark was doing a search for a book title, "Necromancer," a science fiction work which someone had highly recommended to him, he discovered a homepage entitled "Vicki's NECROBABE Homepage." Intrigued, Mark clicked on it and was absolutely amazed to find a whole set of links and homepages dedicated to people who shared his bizarre but ultimately harmless fantasy. Mark viewed the pictures of models posing in death, their bellies curvy and smooth, their eyes staring. Maybe his fantasy wasn't so weird after all. Mark then left a message on Vicki's board, offering to play out a death scene. Someone named 'Jimmy' responded, saying he was doing a 'snuff' film and needed a couple of young male actors. Incidentally, the man Jimmy lived in a nearby city, and so Mark agreed to act in the man's film. Mark met Jimmy at a Denny's restaurant a week later. Jimmy was a short, plump, balding fellow, in his 40s. He brought with him a beautiful young seductress - her name was Catherine. She had long blond hair, bright blue eyes, and she was tall and slender and absolutely beautiful. She wore a cutoff shirt, and Mark saw that her belly button - protruding and tender - had a ring through it. Mark imagined playing with it as Jimmy spoke. They were going to shoot a film in nearby woods. All Mark had to do was discover a young woman's body, then to handle her gently, moving her from her position in death to a more composed and comfortable position in which to rest. They would need to see Mark with his shirt off in order to determine whether to use him in future death scenes. Mark agreed and removed his t-shirt in the parking lot. Jimmy drank in his slender physique, noting the firm, hairless chest and arms with small, tight muscles. Mark's belly was smooth. The 24-year old had some body fat, but very little, making him healthy and fit looking - not skinny and bony. He had jet-black hair and dark eyes - he was Latin. He stood there, somewhat embarrassed. Catherine thought he looked completely innocent standing there, this young boy with his shirt off. Perfect. "Ooh, you're very cute," said Catherine. "I can't wait to work with you." And so they met a week later in a wooded area not too far from the restaurant. Mark wore baggy jeans and a t-shirt. He met Jimmy and Catherine again, and a young muscular guy named Carlos. Carlos was a new actor, too, said Jimmy. Mark met four new blondes, all beautiful, with slender curvy waists, firm athletic breasts, and beautiful young fresh looking faces. They wore casual clothes, a couple in jeans, the other two in sweats. Everyone's belly button was exposed to the world, and Mark found himself a bit nervous to be in the presence of and working with such a bunch of beautiful women. Mark was surprised to find them talkative, at ease, and very friendly. Perfectly normal human beings. Mark's nervousness faded. These were nice people. Mark and Carlos were to find one of the girls, one in sweats, lying dead in the grass as they walked through a trail in the forest. The trail was supposedly a short cut to get from a nearby apartment complex to a college campus on the other side of the woods. So he and Carlos walked, making small talk, along the trail as Jimmy filmed them with a hand-held video camera. They came upon Jenny, a beautiful young blond lying in an awkward position on her back. Her eyes were open and staring up at the trees, a trickle of blood oozing out of her gaping mouth. She was completely naked, with a stocking wrapped around her neck. Her lips were blue. Mark was amazed at how dead she really looked lying there in the grass. He felt his sex expand in his jeans and his heart began to race with excitement. She had to be 18 or 19, and her belly button was oval with a knob protruding in the middle. It was beautiful. "Hey, dude, she's dead!," said Carlos. Carlos looked around and saw that the forest was empty. "Let's do her, man." What? This wasn't what they were supposed to do. Mark looked over at Jimmy who was kneeling behind some vegetation, filming them. Jimmy gave a thumbs up, then said "Go ahead, Mark, you can do it. It's okay." Then the dead girl whispered without moving her eyes or her lips. "You're gorgeous! It's okay. I would give anything to do this with you, she whispered," and she was sincere. She could see the cute boy standing there looking down at her - so innocent looking. "Go ahead, man," said Carlos, "they'll pay three times the amount they told you before. They surprised me, too, but hey, they pay great and besides, it's the most fun job in the world." Mark was apprehensive, and his hesitation showed. It was perfect for the camera, thought Jimmy. "They didn't tell you because they wanted your reaction on camera - it makes it much more real," explained the dead girl. "God, you're cute," she added. Why not? But maybe these people weren't so nice, after all. But it IS a film, and Mark had seen a porno before, but he never liked them. It was always a room mate or a friend who rented them. But this was intriguing - he could actually star in a porno film. How many guys could say that? Mark took off his t-shirt and unbuttoned his baggy jeans, then dropped down beside her, looking down at her 'corpse.' He slipped his excited sex out from under his boxers - they had flowers on it, the 'dead' girl could see. He placed his hands down on her crotch, guiding his extended sex into her incredibly sexy vagina which was surrounded by little red hairs. The little red hairs tickled his penis as he found her opening, and with a little effort, he arched his back and drove into her. He moved rhythmically, his exposed thin belly touching hers with each penetration, and her skin felt cool at his touch. He could hear her moan with pleasure, but trying to keep it down so the camera couldn't hear it. He felt himself explode inside her, and both their bodies shuddered. Mark removed himself and buttoned his jeans, then turned over and laid beside her, panting. Her 'dead' eyes drank in the slender, dark haired youth lying beside her, his exposed smooth and tender belly rising and falling rapidly as he panted. She noted the shallow, cute little navel on his narrow stomach. She couldn't wait for Part II. Carlos was next, stripping down to the waist, then slipping his jeans below his buttocks and guiding his large organ with his hand into her sex, and began to pump in an ungraceful, aggressive manner. He was no Latin, thought the 'dead' girl, and found herself wishing that Mark was the one penetrating her again. Mark was delicate and passionate, a true Latin - but Carlos was just like all the others. Mark rolled away and stood up, brushing himself off. He didn't watch. He didn't like porno, and being a part of one didn't make it any more stimulating. He heard the 'dead' girl quietly moan, and Carlos yell "Yeah, baby, yeah!" Carlos jumped to his feet, tucking his organ into his jeans. Mark looked back and saw that they were done. This was fun, he thought. I might be able to get used to this. Just then he saw something fly past him quickly, but he didn't know what it was. He heard a 'thump,' then saw Carlos suddenly arch his back as he stood. Carlos' eyes went wide, and he tried to reach back with his arm to grip the handle of a long and thin dagger that protruded from the middle of his back, embedded perfectly between Carlos' muscular shoulder blades. Carlos pitched forward, landing on his stomach. Carlos' head was turned towards Mark, his eyes wide open and staring at Mark, blood leaking from his mouth to the grass upon which his cheek laid. His body quivered and went still. Mark looked at Carlos' staring eyes. Damn, thought Mark, I thought they said Carlos was new at this stuff, too. That was pretty damn good. Mark's eyes remained fixated on Carlos' 'dead' body. He saw another movement out of the corner of his eyes, but as he turned, he turned into the oncoming blade. The dagger was long and thin, its blade straight as a needle. Mark only saw an object - it was too fast. His body suddenly erupted into flaming agony, excruciating pain pulsating in waves from his stomcah to his chest and to his sex and to the tips of his toes and fingers. Mark staggered backwards, his hands groping the handle of the dagger that protruded from his shallow navel, blood flowing into his mouth. He fell onto his back, his body writhing on the ground. He lifted his head to see the small blade sticking out of his firm stomach, a thin line of blood finding its way down from his navel to the grass. "Well, well, well, what have we got here?," spoke Catherine, just as beautiful as ever. The other four girls were with her, all beautiful and blond and staring at him as he writhed on the ground with an excitement that he saw was truly genuine and full of expectation. "Fucking a dead girl, eh boy? I bet you killed her." These were lines for the movie, Mark realized, his body shuddering. He tried to say 'no' but couldn't, his tongue suddenly turning into rubber inside his mouth. "What goes around, comes around," said another girl, their eyes drinking in the squirming body of the dark haired youth. Mark fell back to the ground on his back, blood erupting from his lungs and into his mouth, then spilling down his cheek. One of the blondes laid down besides him, naked, then placed herself on top of his writhing body. She unbuttoned his jeans and lifted his extended organ with her soft hand, placing it at the cusp of her cunt. She slid forward, working her hips, forcing his sex into her. She tenderly stroked his boyish cheek as he struggled to breathe, looking into his dark eyes as she pleased herself with his extension. Mark's slender body shuddered again, white hot pain shooting throughout his body with each motion. The pain grew into numbness, and Mark became comfortable, like he was in a dream. His doe eyes grew large and shiny and dreamy as the girls watched Karen ride his extended penis as his body shuddered. His head turned to the right and Mark saw that another girl had removed the blade from Carlos' body and turned him over on to its back, and was riding him with a slow and graceful rhythm, her beautiful naked body shiny with sweat. Her nipples stood out from her small pleasant breasts. She climbed off after a deep and sensuous moan, and another beautiful young blonde jumped aboard with gleeful excitement. Carlos' head was facing Mark still, his eyes staring right at him. Mark could see that they were unfocused and unseeing, and he watched mesmerized as blood rhythmically flowed in globs out of Carlos' open mouth. Mark felt another girl play with his sex, watching it shake, before she climbed on top of him, moaning deeply. This wasn't so bad, he thought. If he had a choice about the way in which he would die, this certainly would be it. Mark's eyes began to unfocus, but he struggled to watch the girl's swaying breasts as she rode on top of him. His sex was developing an explosive line of semen within, and he knew that it would be the end. He panted heavily as he tried to catch his breath, the blade's handle rising and falling irregularly as his breathing grew harsher and more erratic. Mark's back suddenly arched and his sex stretched deeper inside of the girl. She held onto his youthful shoulders, moaning greatly, and rode him like she was in a rodeo, his body thrashing and kicking and heaving, his sex exploding within her, blood exploding into his mouth and bursting out of it in an liquid eruption, spilling down his cheek like a river flowing over a dike. She slid off of him and the girls gathered around young Mark as his body continued in its violent torment of convulsions, jerking and writhing, his eyes rolling in his head, his legs kicking. The blade handle protruded further out of his belly button as his back arched, the body trying to evict the foreign object. The violent orgasmic eruption slowly ended, and Mark's hands slipped from around the blade in his belly button and to his sides, the fingers twitching. Mark's body twitched twice and went still, his eyes wide open and staring, blood leaking from the corner of his youthful mouth. His penis remained extended, lying across his lower abdomen. Catherine gazed at the boy, amazed at the passionate and slender youth lying dead with large dark eyes staring aimlessly at the sky. She straddled the now dead Mark, and began to ride him silently as she gazed into his dark staring eyes. Jimmy walked around her in a circle, filming this erotic portrait of love. She rode him for a long time, moaning quietly as she stroked his smooth cheek. When she was finished, she reached down and tucked his organ into his boxers. She stared at him. His slender corpse was a sight to behold. His slender arms lay at his side, the hands smooth and artistic. His chest was tight and solid. His stomach and middle were sleek and tender. She watched as a thin line of blood continued to pour down his cheek. She leaned forward and kissed him, tasting the blood on her tongue. Jimmy stepped forward with his camera, watching the girls stare mesmerized by Mark's beautiful dead body. How delicate and sensual he looked in death. Jimmy watched as Catherine bent over and gripped the handle of the dagger that protruded from Mark's navel. Jimmy zoomed in on the boy's belly button as Catherine pulled, removing the blade slowly as it emitted a sickly wet sound. The boy's belly button closed up once the blade was removed, no blood welling up or bursting forth. The camera zoomed into Mark's firm chest, moving to his sleek belly, then up to his dead and staring eyes. The soundtrack slowly faded in, the credits beginning to role. It's a masterpiece, thought Jimmy and Catherine, as they viewed the tape. The boy could've been a star. lraveena@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----