Message-ID: <19107eli$9901220429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: purfect9@aol.com (Purfect 9) Subject: STORYbyMISTY: Don't Lose Your Head pt.2 (snuff?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <19990115085049.17219.00001004@ng125.aol.com> Please see disclaimer in Pt. 1. ...He continued, but his efforts were slowing. He was nearly worn out with the effort it took to hold her muscular legs in place. One leg got away, and she kicked him in the head, hard, knocking his glasses across the floor. Then she used both feet to push him away, and he landed on his butt on the floor. Hyperventilating, she yanked at the handcuffs till blood dripped from each wrist. And she gasped in agony as she heard and felt her right thumb break. Suddenly, the man was sitting on her stomach, replacing his now cracked spectacles on his face. "YOU BITCH! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KICKED ME LIKE THAT! I was just playing around, I wasn't hurting you, yet! But I'm gonna now. Reaching bravely through the path of the blade, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so that she could bear witness to her punishment. Pinching her right nipple, he used the Swiss Army Knife to cut it off! Then did the same to her left! Then he tore off two short pieces of duct tape to bandage her wounds. As her mind reeled from the pain and the irreversibility of the sadistic act, she watched in horror as he impaled both severed nipples on a poker blade of the knife and held them over the flame of a bic lighter. "That's about medium rare" he said, popping them into his mouth and chewing. She looked pale, about to faint. "Oh no you don't." he said, grabbing the rope a moment before her mouth released it. He had to switch hands as he walked around to the head side of the Guillotine and stuck his newly hardened cock into the passed-out bitches gaping pie-hole. I'll be glad when THIS rape is over with, he said to himself as he thrust in deep. As she faded back into consciousness, it took her a moment to realize that this was real and not a dream. The pelvis pounding against her up-side-down face helped to convince her quickly, as did the blood dripping down her breasts and from her wrists. She did nothing to reveal that she had regained conciseness, but quietly began working at sliding her slick, broken hand from its unyielding metal restraint. "Yeah, fucking an unconscious girls mouth is DEFINITLY better than those conscious girls who always gag on it." He said to himself, preparing to release the rope at the moment of climax, or if she started to wake up and gag. He'd taken all the shit he was going to from this bitch. Noticing how deep he was in her throat, he decided to re-align the Guillotine just to make sure that it missed his pecker by a few inches when it whistled down and severed her pretty neck. Such re-alignment was a simple task, for the Guillotine itself was mounted on the carcass of an old lawnmower, and could be rolled easily--totally independent of the bench on which his guests lay. And so he moved it so it aimed lower on her long neck. His dick began to throb, and he thrust in deep. Mary prepared herself to swallow still more of his vile fluid, when suddenly, painfully, her wrist popped free of the handcuff. Just as his dick began to spurt; just as his hand released the rope, Mary swung her arms up to push him away. Instead, her hands caught the rails of the Guillotine, rolling it back toward him by several inches. SLICE! She felt a sharp pain as the blade carved off the very tip of her nose. But to get to her nose, the blade had to first pass through…."AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! MY COCK!!!!" Her nostrils filled with his blood, and her head jerked up in pain. "Toohey!" she said, spitting out the cleanly severed tube of oozing warm flesh. Then she reached for the bow knot which held her to the bench. Pulling one end, the last of her bonds unraveled. "Hey, HEY!" I'm bleeding to death over here!" She was trying to put her clothes back on without using her broken hand. She took a second to coldly toss him the roll of duct-tape. "I want to die. I don't want to live like this." "So bleed to death, then." "NO! I'm gonna die on my Guillotine." He said, leaning forward and raising the blade enough to work his head underneath. But from his position on the floor, he couldn't get the blade high enough to be sure it would completely behead him. "Help me. Please, help me die with some dignity." "Tell me the combination to this door!" she demanded, pulling on the lock. "33 right. 2 left." She spun the dial. "Yeah, and the last number." "Help me raise the blade up." Against her better judgement, she walked over and pulled on the hateful rope, placing it in his hand but also standing on the very end of it. "What's the last number?" "Hold my head." "You're fuckin' crazy. I mean, in ADDITION to being fuckin' crazy." "Hold my head, and look into my eyes. I'll blink you the last number." "Fuck you." she said. "No, Fuck you!" he replied, releasing the rope. "No, fuck YOU!" she shouted, all her weight on the foot still holding the rope. "No, FUCK YOU!" He grabbed the rope and yanked her off balance, knocking her onto her ass. "If you want that last number, you better be fast when it comes to picking my head up off the floor." And with that, the blade left him beside himself. She scrambled to the other side of the machine, picking up his head by the hair. His features sagged, like the Warholian "silent-screaming man". But the eyes began to move. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT. And then one eye. NINE? Or EIGHT plus a Wink? Or a higher number that he didn't have enough life left in him to wink. She'd forgotten the other digits by now, but they were already dialed into the lock. Drop kicking the head like a discounted soccer ball, she knew she would get just one chance… The End (but for both of them, or just the bad guy? What number should she dial? And would it work? And what should she do if it doesn't? What where should she go if it does?) Let me know. Write "COMBINATION" in the subject line of your E-mail to me. ---M Visit my web-site: Http://members.aol.com/purfect9 Most of my stories are copyrighted, and my not be posted or archived by anyone but me. When Sending me E-mail, always write "STORY INQUIRY" in the subject line. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----