Message-ID: <20817eli$9903280435@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Alan Holland" Subject: NEW The Director's Cut (nc, torture, snuff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <77fL2.41616$Eb.6020@nnrp2.clara.net> The Director's Cut (nc, torture, snuff) by Stagatha Email (munged) to stagathaAT(amend)howling.com WARNING: This is a work of sickfic. It has graphic content with detailed descriptions of extreme non-consensual sex, bondage, torture and death. If you are offended by such material, please do not read it. I suspect most women will find the story unpleasant, if you think this sort of stuff should not be written or posted and want to register your view, you are welcome to, but please spare yourself the upset of reading it first. SERIOUS WARNING: If accessing this material is illegal where you live PLEASE EXIT. If you are not an adult PLEASE EXIT. If your ideas about sex and sexual activity are still unformed, do not use this to assist your development, PLEASE EXIT. This story is from my imagination, I do not want to do that which is described. I do not want anyone else to do that which is described. It is fiction. The activities in this story are illegal and, more importantly, immoral wherever you are in the world. Read it for entertainment, if you think it might entertain you, but go no further. This story may be archived onto any free site. The large room was artificially bright, white plastic sheets covered the walls reflecting the array of lights harshly. The floor and ceiling were similarly covered. A naked girl is in the centre of the room lying on her back tied across a sturdy workbench. The man dials a number. "Are you ready to talk business? Right, we're on track, I've finished the basic show, you need to decide how it goes from here. She's called Samantha, about 20, brunette, shoulder length, big tits, legs are OK, broad arse, little tattoo on her shoulder." Silence. "Her bra's a 36D and she was bulging out of it a bit. Not a great looker facially, but what do you expect? She's gagged well and blindfolded so that hasn't much mattered so far. Look, I've done some good stuff for you, the standard package you've paid for." Silence. "No, I've not tested her out for real pain, caning, electric shocks, burns, that sort of thing, what I do next depends on what you decide now." Long silence. "If I let her go now she's a bit fucked up but no real damage and, even though she hasn't a clue about me or this place, I think I can persuade her not to go to the police. If she's got burns and weals and all that shit, she's going to be a hospital case and the police will be very interested, even if she tries to play it sensibly, so that's more risk for me and that costs you money." Silence. "To hurt her that bad and let her go afterwards, another seven-fifty. But she has to stay blindfolded and, if you're putting up that much, you're not looking at much more for snuffing her and I'll include a good whipping or caning, some burns to her sensitive places and a few volts across the tits however you decide you want it." Long silence. "Look, this is the one we've got. She's not Pamela Anderson, right, but she's not fat and she's not ugly. I liked fucking her, her tits are great, it's up to you what you want me to do now, and I'd appreciate a decision." Silence. "I realise it's your money, but its my arse on the line and we did discuss all the options, this call was for you to decide, once you knew she's easy on the eye has good knockers and that she's all lined up ready." Long silence. "No, no, no, its a grand for me killing her after a simple little show like I described, there's a price on top if you want some more intensive work. Look, it'll take me a week to dispose of her, three days cutting her up and cleaning up afterwards and three or four days to distribute the bits. There's a lot of care goes into this, we don't want some dog wandering home with half her leg or her hand or something, we're talking small pieces in remote places and that takes time, that's the thousand. Whether it's more depends on what you want now and that depends how messy it is, how careful I have to be to make it last and how much imagination I have to use." Silence. "Straight strangulation is nothing extra although she'll probably piss and shit herself which needs cleaning up. If you want a slow ligature job lasting, maybe 20 minutes, keeping her conscious, letting her catch her breath, blindfold off, gag out, that's two hundred, less if she doesn't last that long. Call it fifty per five minutes after the first five, it'll be a measure of my skill." Silence. "No, she'll be tied up whatever, she might be a karate expert for all I know." Silence. "I don't do that, too much blood spraying everywhere, I avoid arteries, severing limbs, decapitation, all that shit, too messy." Silence. "No, I don't mind blood, I'll cut her if that's what you want, but I'll just be careful where I cut her. If there's a few pints on the floor and a few splashes on the walls, that's fine, you pay and I clear it up, but great gushes of the stuff is too uncontrollable, for a start there's the cameras to think of." Silence. "Yeah, cutting her tits off is no problem, there'll be a lot of blood, but it won't spurt, that's OK." Silence. "She'd bleed to death in maybe an hour, maybe less. But, look, from my experience that on its own its not guaranteed as entertainment, it's a major injury and she could pass out from shock when I'm cutting the first one off and then stopping to bring her round loses time, she'll be losing blood and that makes it against the clock and not very satisfactory. I'm happy to do that if that's all you want, but it might be better as a finale to some more, shall I say, delicate work." Long, long, silence. "I'm getting the idea, but you're at the maximum there. I reckon we're talking a further seventeen-fifty." Silence. "I know, but I can make that last two or three hours, keeping her conscious, or keep bringing her round if she turns out to be a bit feeble." Long silence. "No, no, hold up. Let me decide the order, I need to judge what she can take and when. If I go straight in with something heavy like that, like the drill up her fanny, she'll be too far gone after that to notice anything else I do, whereas, if I build up to it, raise her pain threshold, you'll get a better show. Just tell me what you want to see and I'll build them into the proceedings." Silence. "No, sorry, I can't risk that. With what you're suggesting and the ideas I have, I can't take the gag out, you'd hear her scream for miles." Silence. "Oh, yeah, if I've got a ligature nice and tight I could get the gag out and I always give them plenty of slack to writhe in, you'll be able to see that she's suffering, no difficulty there." Long silence. "No, can't do that myself." Silence. "No its not the blood, I'll fuck her after I've ripped her fanny, but not while she dies." Silence. "The vaginal muscles could constrict and I don't want my dick stuck in a dead girl's cunt. Look, I can do it with a dildo, no problem, it might be better anyway with a big thick pole, really make her eyes pop." Long silence. "OK, so lets make sure, its up to me for a good bit of what I do, but you want the beating, the burns and the electric shocks. Cane, strap or whip. OK. You want the drill up her at some stage, I've got a wire brush for that that will tear her up nicely. You want her strangled, but not to death and for that you want it with the gag coming off and a close-up on her face. You want loads of work on her breasts and one of them sliced off about half way down. Right, I need to check this properly. Do you want the breast I cut off to be unmarked?" Silence. "That's fine. What about the beating? Do her tits as well? It'll look good in slow motion, they'll bounce and ripple really well. Fine. And the electric shock, I can control that any way you want, anything between just getting her writhing about to barbecued boobs." Silence. "The flesh can really heat up and ultimately her tits would explode. We're not going for that, but I'd like to see how much it takes to get one of them to split open, if that's OK." Long silence. "No, it'll be carefully controlled, just enough juice. I don't fuck up, but, tell you what, if I do I'll give you a discount." Silence. "Oh, she'll be watching alright, as soon as I know she's not going home I'll have the blindfold off her so you can see her eyes. So, I can work on both tits as much as I need to, you want one nipple chewed off, but the nipple on the tit I sever has to be intact...." Silence. "OK, I slice off the breast I've damaged the least. But you want them both cut?" Silence. "Scalpel, it's ideal, I can just draw blood, make a deep gash or even stab with it." Long silence. "Its your movie." Silence. "So its beat, split, gash, bite and stab both her tits as well as anywhere else I fancy." Silence. "I get the picture, arse, belly, legs, the usual. And then at the end cut most of one tit off and you're not fussed which? That's OK with me. Any preferences for a grand finale, if she lasts that long?" Long silence. "That's a new one for me. Yeah, I like that. Stick my arm up her fanny and rip out her guts. I'll do that even if she's gone before that, disembowelling's part of the disposal routine anyway. OK, deal done. You've got half an hour to deliver the cash. Be at the car park in Royston Street, you'll be approached. When my friend is clear he'll ring and let me know and I'll get started. If you don't deliver, all you'll get is the tapes of what I've done so far and no further deals. Assuming the money is paid, in two weeks you get your movie. That's one copy, everything I do to her, all the best views, a bit of slo-mo, professionally edited. Plus, if you want, you get a copy of the rushes, except I cut out any shots that show me too clearly." Silence. "Both sets, fine, no problem. Thirty minutes from now." Silence. "Don't worry, I will enjoy myself." The man put the phone down. He watched Samantha's quivering body, reached out a hand and brushed the substantial rise of her left breast. The bound girl flinched and a stream of urine hit the floor. Maybe the next time he did this it would be better if the girl didn't listen to the call. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----