Message-ID: <31996asstr$997834201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3B77DFCE.F37CA75C@mediaone.net> From: "A. P. Damien" X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2001 07:14:15 PDT Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: No Greater Love (M/F, hanging, snuff, cons) (REPOST) Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 20:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, t4425 This story was written by QuestionMark and SumYungGai. I (Damien) am posting it by permission of the authors. Listen up! Yes, I mean you! There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story. First, there's sexually explicit stuff here. If you're not old enough to vote, go on to the next message. Better yet, unsubscribe to this discussion group. Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually explicit stories are illegal where you are! Second, this story includes a description of somebody getting killed for sexual pleasure - maybe the killer's pleasure, maybe the victim's. Either way, this isn't milk and cookies. If you don't want to read about such things, go away and read another message. Third, this is a work of fiction! No actual people or animals were harmed in the writing of this story. Fourth, don't try this stuff at home. You could end up dead! Over 200 people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA. That's not counting the rest of the world. Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story. If you think it's badly written, that's one thing. But if you don't like stories about people getting strangled to death while having sex, don't blame anybody but yourself. Here's some blank space to give you a chance to skip to the next message. After that, you're on your own. Hi. Before I start with this story, I want to mention an e-group I'm co-moderating. Necktie is for neck bondage, erotic and auto-erotic strangulation, hanging, etc. Anything except murder and criminal abuse. I've been posting my archive of old photos and drawings there, by way of adding a little more oomph to the group. So why not try joining and see if you like the messages and photos in Necktie? And maybe contribute some stories, comments, or pics of your own? Adults (18 and over) only, please. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NeckTie We return you to your regularly scheduled story... Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman being tortured, then murdered by hanging. Lethal, consensual. This scene was extracted from a much longer story, "No Greater Love", which was originally posted on alt.tasteless, then reposted to alt.sex.stories on Jan 13, 1994. It is based on images drawn by Dolcett, an artist who does _extreme_ stuff. It contained scenes of a female slave being tortured and humiliated before being stuffed for cooking as the main course. The full story can be found on Bill Majors' Hedonism BBS, 310-631-7697. It is in conference 8 ("adult"), directory 25, file NOGRTLV.ZIP. I (A. P. Damien) uploaded this to the archive because the girl appears to enjoy her hanging. The authors are given as: na6445@anon.penet.fi na47164@anon.penet.fi In addition to extracting the hanging scene, I (Damien) have done a small amount of editing. The notice in the disclaimer requires that it be included intact; I have done so even though much of the squick material is not included in this extract. I should add that I (Damien) make no claim on this story or my extraction from it. Refer questions(*) and comments to the original authors. (*) Including questions about its commercial use ============================================================ DISCLAIMER: Graphic descriptions of extreme torture and other sadomasochistic activity are included in the following story. Not to mention heterosexual conjoining. Some would say that there's a pretty high squick factor to this piece. Comments, positive or negative, can be e-mailed to either the above address, or to na47164@anon.penet.fi. This story was a collaborative work, and is copyrighted by the authors. It is intended for the private use of persons downloading it. If you want to post this somewhere else, this disclaimer must be included, as well as the names of the authors. All commercial rights are reserved. Extract from No Greater Love by QuestionMark and SumYungGai "Slave Darlene, you have been the best slave I have ever possessed. It is not likely that I will ever have anyone again who will serve me as well as you have. And that is why I am going to put you to one last use, and do it in a way which will satisfy, once and for all, your desire to serve me absolutely." A mixture of bewilderment mixed with fear found expression on Darlene's tear stained face as she attempted to interpret what Master Robert was telling her. Was she to be set free? The concept made her shudder with fear. She would have no idea how to behave as anything other than Robert's slave. She was willing to do anything to please him, and she longed for new forms of torture and punishment to be devised for his use of her. Was it going to end? How could this be? Had she displeased him in some way? But he had mentioned her satisfaction. What did that mean? "You know that I do not normally tell you what is to happen to you before putting you to my uses. This time, however, I am going to break that custom and explain in full detail the ordeal which you will now endure." "There is a banquet tonight, and it is in your honor. In fact, you will be the main attraction. In a few moments, you will be taken into the kitchen, where preparations will be made to serve you as the main course at the banquet. You are going to be given the privilege of offering yourself as the ultimate slave sacrifice. You will die at my command, and your body will be served as food to my friends, who will then be able to truly admire the depth of your service. Your name will live forever as one who was totally devoted to her master." Darlene's whole face lit up as she considered what he said. Had it been permitted, she would have leapt from the table to his feet in worship. How could he have known that she had longed for the day when she could give her life to him so completely? Her twisted mind conceived of all sorts of ways that her death might come, and her body shuddered uncontrollably as mini orgasms shot through her just at the thought of what was about to happen to her. Then, to her utter shock, and complete amazement, her master leaned over and kissed her fully on the mouth -- something he had NEVER done before. He then placed a blindfold over her eyes. "Good by, sweet slave. Your release I give you as a parting gift. You cannot know the depth of my loss as we separate. You are truly unique." Darlene felt the cart she was on begin to move as several helpers rolled it through a set of doors at the side of the room. Cooking smells wafted up to her nose and her excitement built. [ a description of Darlene being stuffed for cooking and her orifices sewn up follows. I have left it out as not interesting to this archive. ] Her handlers took her from the cart. Her arms were tightly bound behind her, elbows and wrists tightly tied together. She was led up two steps, stumbling in her weariness, to what seemed to be a platform. Now her ankles were also securely bound together and her collar was removed. She protested weakly at this, for her collar had been a fixture of her existence as long as she could remember, a symbol of her ownership by Master Robert. But then, suddenly, she felt something else around her neck. Rope. A smile of such sweetness filled her face at that moment that even the hardened veterans of this charnel house were nearly moved to tears. Sir Robert, if she could have seen him, was openly weeping, albeit silently. Her head was up and her smile continued to beam from her almost saintly countenance as the noose was tightened around her neck. She heard a lever being moved and she felt the floor beneath her feet give way. "Goodbye, Ma--" Her parting words were cut off as she dropped one foot straight down and the rope cut into her lovely neck, stopping the flow of air which made speech possible. Had this been a normal execution-style hanging, her end would have been swift -- a quickly broken neck and snapped spinal cord -- but this was no ordinary place, and so, she was doomed to strangle to death, swaying and jerking at the end of a rope. Her smile never left her face, however, and she met her end bravely, her choking, gagging cries seemingly of ecstasy rather than fear. Her breasts heaved as her lungs involuntarily fought for air which would not come, her body betraying her mind which had long ago accepted whatever fate her master chose for her. She was cumming, even while being slowly strangled, her hips pumping to and fro as if fucking an imaginary lover. The rope quickly buried itself in her neck, every movement of her dying body causing the loop to grow tighter. Her last fleeting thoughts were of joy at being used this way. She could have conceived of no finer fate than to die at her master's command, and to be honored by being the entree at his banquet table. He would consume her flesh, making her part of him forever. She was content. At last, her tongue protruding from between lips now turned blue by lack of oxygen, her body stopped jerking, her chest stopped heaving, and her only motion was a gentle swaying back and forth at the end of the rope. There was a moment of silence in the kitchen as all had turned to watch this devoted slave make the ultimate sacrifice for her master. It was a moving spectacle. ================================================================ Did you like this story? 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