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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: DEATH WISH
Summary: He helps her fulfill her death wish, or does he?  A couple of
years ago, I answered a news-post from a woman who wanted to exchange death
fantasies.  Turns out "she" was a guy, but I ended up writing all these
death fantasies that I never got to show to anyone and I just recently
realized could be turned into a great story.
Keywords: MF M/F Mdom Fsub Mpov oral tort viol ws scat best beast
caution
Language: english

   DEATH WISH By: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   ###

   Fred was browsing the postings in the alt.torture newsgroup when he came
upon this post:

   > Hi,

   > My name is Candy.  I am a female pain slut with a

   > death wish.  I would like to correspond with males

   > or females who would tell me how they would kill me

   > if they ever met me.

   Fred figured her for a troll, but shot off a quick reply anyway.

   > Hi Candy,

   > I know exactly what I would use you for!  Reply if

   > you want to know what :-)

   To his surprise, Fred received an email from Candy the following day.

   > Hi Fred,

   > Thank you for your email.  I am very interested in

   > what you would like to use me for.  It really gets

   > me wet when guys talk dirty and mean to me.  The

   > more dominant the better.

   >

   > Love from your slave slut, Candy

   Fred replied,

   > Hi Candy,

   > It's great to have my own slut.  The first thing I

   > would use you for is to be my cum sponge.  I'd strap

   > your mouth to my cock with a harness that fits round

   > my hips and also around your head and "wear" you all

   > day long!

   >

   > Of course, that's somewhat tame for a start.  I have

   > other ideas more nasty than this!  Write back and I'll

   > tell you what dangerous (to you) uses I would put your

   > body to by day, and what disgusting uses I would put

   > your body to at night.  I mean besides filling all your

   > holes with my cum ;-)

   Fred and Candy replied back and forth for a few weeks, each e-mail
hotter than the one before.

   Eventually, Candy challenged Fred to satisfy her death fantasy.

   > So, when are you planning to come and kill me?

   Fred answered.

   > If you're really serious about this, I'll meet you at

   > Newark airport whenever you decide to come.

   ###

   Fred met Candy at Newark airport two weeks later on a Friday afternoon.
They had exchanged photos, and they both instantly recognized each other.
Fred grinned as the tall attractive blonde woman approached him in the
arrivals' concourse.  Candy dropped her bags and they hugged tightly as if
they had been longtime lovers.

   He carried her bags for her and strode out the terminal building through
the mass of parked cars to his red Jaguar.

   Two hours later after a westward ride along I-80 to Pennsylvania, they
had arrived at Fred's large secluded farm in the Pocono Mountains.

   Upon entering his house, Fred told her, "We'll get started tomorrow. 
Tonight, I just want to fill all your holes with my cum."

   "That sounds like fun," she answered.

   That night, the two virtual strangers got in bed together.  "Tonight,
Candy, you're my fuck toy," he told her.

   She threw herself on her back on the bed, spread her arms and legs open
wide, and replied, "Knock your self out!"

   He climbed over her head and dove into her muff.  He began by gently
caressing her clit with his lips.  He licked all around the perimeter of
her twat.  Then he started licking up and down the middle.  He fucked her
pussy with his tongue then moved to her clit, and then twirled and flicked
her clit with his tongue.  He pressed his tongue against her clit, and
pressed it gently into the opening of her urethra just under her clit.  He
didn't know or care if she was resisting or not, but at that, she exploded
in orgasm, throbbing and twitching under him.

   Then he turned around to face her and plunged his cock into her soaking
pussy.  He pumped her cunt with all his might, and it wasn't long before he
came with moan after moan.

   Partially satisfied, he rolled off her and then climbed over her head
once again and mounted her body with his hips over her face.  Next, he
pinched her jaw open and plunged his rock-hard cock into her mouth.  With
his arms outstretched with his hands flat on the bed on both sides of her
hips, he bore down on his hips and arched his back, practically placing his
entire weight on her mouth with his crotch.

   Rocking his hips back and forth, the pressure in his loins quickly built
again as her body throbbed from the gagging force of his cock down her
throat under the full weight of his body.  He came quickly for a second
time, as her body bucked and rocked while he shot wads of cum deep into her
throat.

   Fully satisfied, he rolled off her, stroked her hair, and said, "Sleep
well, my love, for tomorrow you die." He settled his head onto his pillow
and went into blissful sleep.

   ###

   The next morning, Saturday, after Fred served them both a hearty
breakfast, he said to Candy, "So!  Want to get started?"

   "Sure!" she answered.  "It always helps to have a full tummy before
getting tortured.  I even brought some of my own toys."

   Candy grabbed one of her bags and they went downstairs to his homebuilt
dungeon.  His dungeon was fairly well equipped with suspension equipment in
the middle of the ceiling, a Saint Andrews cross on one wall, and cabinets
full of BDSM paraphernalia.

   She dumped the satchel out onto a table in the corner.  Assorted whips
and other devices lay scattered on the table.

   "Very interesting," he said.  "Now come over here," he said pointed to
the middle of the room under a rope hanging from a pulley.

   "Remove your clothes now," he said.

   As she got naked, he hooked a pair of wrist supports on the rope.  Then
he closed the supports onto her wrists.  Then he walked over to a motorized
capstan bolted to the floor in the corner that the other end off the rope
was wound around, and raised her off the floor by a few inches.

   He then picked out a couple of whips from her collection.  He picked up
a small riding crop and stepped up behind Candy hanging naked by her wrists
from the ceiling.  She let out a "Yeow!" as he swung it hard across her
buttocks with a _snap!_ He struck her a few more times, then returned to
the table.

   Rooting around, he said, "Ah, this is more like it!" He picked up a long
heavy bullwhip and walked back over to Candy.  Like a cowboy, he swung the
whip around a few timed before slicing it across her back with a loud
_crack_ as she let out a loud "Yeowww!  Owwww!"

   Not limiting himself to her back, he walked all around her as he whipped
her over and over again.  Her body swing back and forth from the rope from
the repeated blows.  The slices in her body oozed blood that dribbled down
her body and down her legs, dripping into two puddles of blood under each
of her feet.  He whipped her a good twenty lashes before he stopped.

   Then he returned to her pile of toys.  He picked up a violet wand, then
said, "Nah," to himself and set it back down.  He muttered, "Ahh, that's
more like it," as he reached for the cattle prod.

   He plugged the cattle prod in to a power point in the wall and
approached Candy once again.  He touched the her chest briefly with the tip
of the prod, causing her to let out a screech.  Then he began prodding her
more aggressively, in the stomach, on her buttocks, on her breasts, on one
of her nipples then the other, into her bellybutton.  For the grand finale,
he kneeled down and shoved it upward into her crotch burying the tip into
her twat.  She screamed in agony as he twisted and twirled the prod until
it slid up into her pussy where he pushed it up to where its tip should be
pressing against her cervix.

   She finally passed out from the pain, and so he removed it and reversed
the capstan to lower her body to the floor.  Then he carried her over to a
gurney and applied _Salve_ to her many bloody gashes and gouges all over
her body.

   ###

   The next day, Sunday, Fred led Candy into his dungeon once again and
told her to sit down in a chair next to a workbench on which were mounted a
pair of vices.  He tied her securely to the chair then pulled her
outstretched arm out straight and placed he between the jaws of the two
vices.

   "I'm curious," she asked, "what are you doing?"

   He answered, "Our first scene yesterday was great fun, but before I do
anything else to you, I'm going to sign your body.  I'm going to take a
knife and carve my initials into your body, and then use a soldering iron
to trace the knife cuts for extra emphasis!"

   "Oooh!  Sounds like fun," she said.  "Will it hurt?"

   "Extremely so," he answered with a grin.

   "Oh, I'm getting wet already," she told him.

   Candy whimpered as he turned the cranks to close the vices tightly onto
her arm and wrist.

   He walked over to a counter and returned with a fistful of steak knives.
Taking one, he began to carve his initials into her upper arm.  He made two
strokes, cutting a deep V-gouge in her flesh, for each mark.  She bucked in
her chair at the first cut, and he had to tighten the vice to prevent her
from ruining his monogram.  She screamed in agony at each slice.  By the
time he had finished the full design, she had passed out with her upper
body slumped down in the chair hanging comically by her one arm clamped in
place by the vice.

   He left her there, bound and clamped in place, the rest of the day so
that she could not mar the design.  He released her in the evening to
prepare dinner, then he took her to bed after both having bathed.  In a
repeat of the previous night, he licked her wet, fucked her pussy, fucked
her mouth, then fell to sleep with a satisfied sigh.

   ###

   Fred and Candy spent the rest of their first week together in a blur of
fucking, dining out, and going partying in the downtown clubs.

   ###

   Then, on the following Saturday afternoon, Fred brought a shovel and a
four-foot length of PVC pipe out to his wooded back yard and started
digging in a secluded location among the trees.  It wasn't long before the
oblong hole took on the appearance of a grave.  As Candy watched, he dug
the hole two feet wide by six feet long and three feet deep.

   "What is that hole for?" she asked.  "Is it my grave?"

   "It could be your grave, Candy," he answered as he climbed out of it. 
"Take your clothes off and get in," he commanded.

   She removed her clothes right there in the back yard and then stepped
into her grave, naked.

   "Now lay down on your back in the hole," he said.

   She lay on her back in the hole, staring up at the sky.  "So this is it,
huh?" she asked.

   "Maybe," he answered again.  "I'm going to leave you buried all week. 
If I don't die in an auto wreck or anything, I'll dig you up next weekend,
dead or alive."

   He took the section of PVC pipe.  He stepped into the hole with her and,
pinching her jaw open, placed one end of the pipe into her mouth.  Then,
holding the pipe vertical, he kicked some of the dirt back into the hole,
covering her body.  He then used the shovel to fill the hole completely,
leaving about one foot of the pipe sticking up from the rectangular dirt
patch.  He placed a 180-degree elbow onto the top of the pipe so that rain
wouldn't fill the pipe.  Then he taped a small square of cloth screen over
the downward pointing end to keep bees from building a hive in the end of
the pipe.

   By then, it was late in the evening, so he went back inside to eat, take
a shower, and go to bed.

   The next morning, before he left for work, he went out back, removed the
elbow from the pipe and pissed down the pipe so she wouldn't die of thirst,
then replaced the pipe.

   His day at work was uneventful, and upon returning home in the evening,
he gave her another warm drink.

   The week went by without mishap.  He thought about digging Candy up on
Friday night and taking her out partying so he could fuck her that night --
if she was still alive.  But he decided to go out on his own. 
Unfortunately, he came home alone that night, dropped into bed after a
quick shower, then slept late on Saturday.

   He went out back Saturday afternoon after getting up late and having a
quick breakfast.  He began digging, and was careful as he got a couple of
feet deep so as not to cut into her with the shovel.

   He climbed in, kneeling while straddling her, and it wasn't long that
her pink flesh started showing as he dug around her.  He nearly jumped out
of his skin when, with only a few inches of soil on her, she lifted her
arms out of the soil, wiped the dirt from around her face, and pulled the
pipe out of her mouth.

   She looked well enough aside from a couple of cuts in her chest from the
shovel and countless welts and bug bites all over her body.  She had also
lost a bit of weight, not that she was at all overweight before, but she
now appeared to be quite slender.

   She grinned up at him and he said, "So, you're still alive, I see."

   "Yeah, I guess you need to do better next time."

   "I guess I do.  How do you feel?" he asked.

   "Horny," she answered.

   He couldn't believe it.  "You're horny?"

   "I am so fucking horny right now I can't stand it," she insisted.

   Taking the hint, he dropped his jeans and mounted her right there in the
hole.

   That night, both freshly showered and full from a hearty meal, they
fucked nearly all night long.

   ###

   Fred let a week go by after her burial to let her body heal before
attempting the next stage.

   ###

   The following Saturday, Fred brought Candy back to his dungeon.  He
placed a step stool in front of the Saint Andrews cross and told her to
undress and stand on the stool.  He strapped her wrists and ankles to the
cross.  Then he removed the stool, leaving her suspended above the floor

   "Now," he announced to her, "I'm going to play a game of _Human Darts._
Do you want to know how it works?"

   "Yeah, sure," she answered nonchalantly.

   "I'll score points depending on what part of your body I hit with a
dart. Each nipple will be worth 100 points, the areola is 50 points, and
the rest of the breast will be worth 10 points.  Your muff will be worth 50
points.  Your belly button will be 50 points.  Anywhere else on your body
will be 1 point.  I'll try not to hit your face, but if I do, each eye will
be worth 100 points.  Your nose will be worth 50 points, and if a dart goes
into your mouth and sticks into the back of your throat it will be worth 50
points.  Anywhere else on your face is worth 10 points.  Each day, I will
play until I reach 1000 points.  You will probably suffer internal injuries
and infections all over your body, resulting in slow eventual death.  How
does that sound, Candy?"

   "Sounds like fun!" she answered with a smile.

   He started playing.  At first, he wasn't very good.  Most of his darts
struck her torso for 1 point each, and she screamed in pain for every dart
that impaled her flesh with its sharp point.  He occasionally hit a breast,
and once hit her areola, and once hit her muff, but never scored a "bulls
eye" for 100 points.  It took several hours for him to reach 1000 points.
By then, trickles of blood were running down her legs and a small puddle of
blood had started to pool underneath each of her feet.

   After his game, he went upstairs to eat, and brought a plate of food and
drink down for her.  He spoon-fed her still chained to the cross, and then
went up to bed.

   When he went down to her on Sunday, he had to clean a smelly mess on the
floor under her ass.  Then he played again, doing a little better.  At
first, she didn't scream as much as the day before, but then he hit an
areola on her left breast and her scream nearly shattered the windows.

   "Hey!  I'm getting better, aren't I?" he asked her.

   "Yeah," she gasped in answer.

   He continued playing, hitting an areola a few more times before he
reached 1000 points.

   He left her shackled to the cross the rest of the week.  He played a
game of darts each night when he returned home from work.  By the end of
the night, his aim had become pretty good.  When he aimed for a nipple, he
could expect to hit the areola at least.  He often planted a dart in her
belly button, and her muff was a forest of darts by the end of a game.

   One time, he did hit her face my mistake.  Fortunately, it hit her in
the cheek and only chipped a tooth in the back of her mouth.

   That following Saturday, he removed her from the cross and she fell into
his arms physically exhausted.  He carried her upstairs and drew a bubble
bath for the both of them.  Getting in the deep luxurious tub with Candy in
his lap, he washed the crusted blood off her body from the countless scabs
from the stab wounds.

   He was less shocked this time when she announced that she was, again,
horny as hell.  So they made love in the tub as they rubbed bubbles into
each other's hair.

   ###

   Again, Fred let a week go by to let her wounds heal before continuing to
the next stage.

   ###

   The next Saturday, Fred brought Candy back down to his dungeon again and
had her lay down on a gurney.  He strapped her wrists and ankles down and
belted her down tightly.  Then, taking a handful of safety pins, he
inserted a pin into each of her most erogenous zones.  He inserted one pin
through each of her nipples, and a third through her clit.

   Next he connected a toy train transformer to each of the safety pins
with alligator clips.

   He turned the speed control up slightly and watched her twitch in and
scream in pain.  After a few moments, he turned the control up, causing her
twitching to become more violent and her screaming to become louder.

   Satisfied that she was in sufficient agony, he left the control at that
setting and went upstairs to have a bite of lunch.

   Later that day, he returned to her with some smelling salts and awakened
her back to consciousness.

   ###

   As had become routine, he had let a week go by to let her body heal
somewhat from the previous torture.  These weeks between tortures had
become a domestic setting of sorts, dealing with cooking, cleaning,
laundry, shopping, and all those other tasks that all couples need to find
time for in their day-to-day lives.

   ###

   The following Friday night, he joined her in bed bringing a large
plastic box with him.

   "What's in the box, love?" she asked.

   "Something you'll enjoy, I'm sure, love," he answered.  He pulled the
covers off her exposing her nude body.  "Just lay there and let me take
care of everything," he told her.

   He opened the box and removed a thumbtack.  He jabbed her in the belly
with the thumbtack as she yelped, "Ow!"

   He pressed it into her flesh to its flat head as blood oozed from under
the thumbtack.  Then he took another thumbtack and stuck it into her
nipple. He stuck another thumbtack into her muff.

   By the time he was done, her body, breasts, arms, and legs were covered
with hundreds of thumbtacks.

   "Does it hurt, love?" he asked.

   She took a breath and gasped, "Yeah...  it...  hurts..."

   "Good," he said, then climbed on top of her.

   She screamed, "Ahhhh!  Owwwww!  Yowwwwww!" as he let his weight press
down on those hundreds of thumbtacks.  He shoved his hard cock into her
soaking pussy and pumped her as she screamed in pain with each thrust.  She
even squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles as she came in unison.

   Finally spent, he lowered his head next to hers placing his chin against
the top of her shoulder, and dozed off to sleep on top of her body.

   The next morning, he woke her and pulled each of the thumbtacks out one
by one.  As was becoming routine, her torso was a crusty bloody mess.  They
showered together and then they changed the bloody sheets on the bed.

   ###

   One evening the following week, Fred and Candy were sitting watching TV
as Fred was flipping pages of a manuscript in his lap, oblivious to the
show.

   "What'cha doing, love?" she asked.

   "Just proofreading this speech I gotta give this weekend for that
freedom rally I told you about."

   "Really?  If you're giving a speech, you really ought to rehearse it
like you were really giving it."

   "Hmm.  You know?  You're right!  Come with me, love."

   With speech in hand, Fred led Candy down to his dungeon once again. 
"Get naked, then get down on all fours in front of that mirror," he
instructed her.

   While she did so, he changed his shoes into a pair of golf shoes -- the
kind with the little steel spikes sticking out from the bottom of the
soles. Then, with speech in hand, he placed one foot onto her naked back
and stepped up.  She let out a visceral "Yeowww!" as he put his weight on
his foot forcing the spikes to sink into her flesh.  Then he stepped up
with his other foot, faced the mirror, and began speaking:

   "Ladies and Gentlemen, most of us regard the political spectrum as a
one-dimensional number line with liberals on the left and conservatives on
the right."

   "As we all know, conservatives on the right believe in responsibility
without liberty.  They say that your purpose in life is to contribute to
society and that you can do anything you want that makes a profit. 
However, activities you do merely for the fun of them, that do not
contribute to the national economy, are strictly forbidden and will result
in brutal penalties.  Conservative individuals include George Bush, Ronald
Reagan, Margaret Thatcher, Newt Gingrich, and Bob Dole.  Conservative
organizations include the Republican Party, the NRA, the Moral Majority,
and the Christian Coalition."

   "And as we also know, liberals on the left believe in liberty without
responsibility.  They say that your purpose in life is to do anything you
want (as long as you don't say anything that offends women or minorities,
of course), and that you must be tolerant of everyone else (except for
people who hold offensive opinions or defend offensive facts, of course).
And if you make a mistake, they will, out of humanitarian compassion, force
everyone else help you out, and apply brutal penalties upon those who
refuse.  Liberal individuals include Bill Clinton, F.D.  Roosevelt, Gloria
Steinem, and Al Sharpton.  Liberal organizations include the Democratic
Party, the Socialist Party, the ACLU, the NAACP, and NOW."

   Candy seemed to be getting tired as she swayed under Fred's weight and
he almost lost his balance.  He lifted a foot and stepped back down a
fraction of an inch to the side to regain his balance, letting blood
trickle out the, now open, puncture wounds where his foot had just been. 
He continued:

   "However, there is a second dimension that the media elite are valiantly
keeping us ignorant of.  This second dimension swings up and down rather
than left to right."

   "Authoritarians at the bottom believe in neither liberty nor
responsibility.  They say that your purpose in life is to do exactly as you
are told, and they make all your choices.  They will take from you whatever
you are able to give, and give to you what you need to survive.  If you
oppose this, or even disagree, they will kill you.  Authoritarian
individuals include Adolph Hitler, Joseph Stalin, So Damn Insane, Fidel
Castro, and Lyndon LaRouche.  Authoritarian organizations include the
Communist Party, the Nazi Party, and the KKK."

   "Libertarians at the top believe in both liberty and responsibility. 
They say that your purpose in life is whatever you decide it is.  They say
that force is always wrong under all circumstances, except, and only except
in self-defense.  However, you may solicit assistance from others in your
self-defense; this defines the one and only legitimate role of government.
Therefore, you can do anything, say anything, and live anyway you want; but
you must not commit violence against others and you must pay for or suffer
for your own mistakes.  You can buy insurance in advance or ask for charity
from others in the event of personal misfortune, but you cannot threaten
others with violence and force them to help you in the name of
'compassion,' or 'tolerance,' or 'the social good.' You can buy, sell, or
trade any product or service with anybody else, as long as the exchange is
truly by mutual consent.  But you cannot force someone to trade with you in
the name of 'equal rights.' You can interact with anyone else in any way as
long as the interaction is mutually consensual.  There are no limits to
your activities whatsoever, except to prohibit physical bodily assault, and
theft, vandalism or trespass of each other's property.  There are very few
pure Libertarian individuals, but people who are generally Libertarian
include Thomas Jefferson, John Stuart Mill, Ayn Rand, Walter Lippman, Henry
David Thoreau, Woodrow Wilson, Sir Winston Churchill, Milton Friedman, and
Steve Forbes.  Libertarian Organizations include the Libertarian Party,
Advocates for Self Government, the International Society for Individual
Liberty, the Institute for Justice, the CATO Institute, the Fully Informed
Juries Association, the Electronic Frontier Foundation, and the Reason
Foundation."

   "Therefore, the political spectrum is a large playing field with
countless possibilities rather than a simple number line.  If we are to
have true civil rights, equality, social justice, and freedom in America,
we need to educate people of this truth.  Thank you."

   Fred bowed to the mirror and stepped off Candy's back, leaving dozen's
of tiny puncture wounds spouting blood.

   He sat in a chair and removed his bloody golf shows as Candy sat next to
him, trickles of blood running down her back.  He opened a box of Band-Aids
that he had ready and applied one to each of her puncture wounds.

   ###

   When Fred returned from work the following Friday night, he kissed Candy
and immediately went into his bedroom.  When he returned, he was carrying a
package of adult diapers.  He was also naked except for half a harness
around his hips and the cock ring held snugly at the base of his dick.  The
head half of the harness hung loosely from the ring.

   "What's all this?" she asked when she saw him in the harness.

   "Just put a diaper on, and you'll see," he answered.

   She put the diaper on and asked, "Is this for me?" pointing to the
harness-half dangling from his cock ring.

   "Yes, love.  Your head goes in this harness with your mouth hooked to my
cock by this cock ring."

   "Ohhh!  Looks like fun." She knelt in front of him without prompting. 
She opened her mouth as he stepped forward sliding his cock into it.  Then
he buckled the straps around the back of her head.  Each time he buckled a
strap, it forced his cock ever deeper into her mouth.  He continued to
buckle straps, forcing his cock all the way to the back of her mouth,
making her gag.  He buckled the last few straps forcing his cock down her
throat, at which she started bucking involuntarily.

   "Relax, Candy," he assured her.  "You'll get used to it."

   Fred started walking forward to the kitchen, gently pushing Candy to
crawl backward on her knees with her head strapped to his crotch.  He made
it to the kitchen where he took a pizza out of the freezer and nuked it,
and then grabbed a few beers from the fridge.

   He slowly made his way back to the sofa in the living room and sat down.
Sitting on the sofa with her head between his thighs harnessed to his cock,
her constant gagging felt like her throat muscles were milking his cock,
and he exploded into her throat with a wave of ecstasy.

   After his climax had subsided, he clicked on the TV and settled down to
watch a _Max Headroom_ marathon on _Tech TV._

   Eight or so hours later, he had finished his pizza, drank four beers,
and had watched every _Max Headroom_ episode ever made.  It felt great to
not have had to get up once to take a leak.

   He turned the TV off and slowly made his way into the bathroom where he
sat on the toilet and took a shit.  He wiped his ass and also reached down
between his legs and wiped her chin where the water had splashed her when
his shit splashed into the bowl.

   Then he made his way into the bedroom and led her into the bed.  Still
attached, he slowly positioned her on the bed with her head under the
covers and her legs sticking up over the headboard.  He settled himself on
top of her with his cock pressing down into her mouth.  He grabbed a
pillow, placed it on her crotch, and rested his head down to sleep.

   He came a few times during the night and, as with watching TV, it was
wonderful to be able to piss during the night without having to even move
from off the bed.

   He wore her constantly during the remainder of the weekend, only
detaching her twice a day to change her diaper.  On Monday morning, he
detached her and kissed her as he left for work.

   ###

   A few days later, Fred summoned Candy down to his dungeon.  He had
dragged out a triplet of steamer trunks from a large closet off the
dungeon.

   "Observe," he said to her as he assembled the, obviously homebuilt,
object.  About 20 minutes later, there on the floor of the dungeon was a
six-inch high padded platform two feet wide and six feet long.  In
addition, it also had a box mounted at one end with a toilet seat mounted
on top of the box such that the seat was the standard height of a normal
toile seat.  The thing had a number of shackles at about where a person's
wrists and ankles would be.  There was a 10-inch diameter hole in the
center of the flat surface about where a person's butt would be, with a
Tupperware tub beneath the hole.  The inside bottom of the toilet seat box
was lined with plastic and heavily padded at the bottom.

   Satisfied that he had tightened the carriage bolts that fastened all the
parts together, he opened the toilet box that was hinged horizontally and
held it open.

   "Lay down on that, Candy," he told her.

   Candy obediently laid down on the platform and rested her head in the
plastic lining of the bottom half of the toilet box.  Then, he closed the
box over her head leaving her face framed by the toilet seat.  He latched
the box closed and then latched the shackles on her wrists and ankles.  He
buckled several leather belts tightly across her chest, hips, and legs. 
Lastly, he placed a short section of white PVC pipe between her legs down
into the Tupperware tub; it had a small near the top of the pipe facing her
clit.

   At that, he went back upstairs to have lunch.  As he sat on his sofa to
eat and have a pint, he caught a rerun of _Star Trek._

   After a time, the beer demanded release in the insistent way that beer
does.  He walked back into the dungeon and, nonchalantly, took a seat on
the commode in which Candy's face was framed.  She gasped as he leaned
forward and inserted his limp dick into her mouth.

   Having never used a toilet slave before, it took Fred a while to relax
enough to let his piss flow into Candy's mouth.  Eventually, he did relax
and emptied his bladder into her mouth.  He was surprised that she kept up
with him in her swallowing.

   He used her a few more times that day, and left her locked in the
toilet-slave bench for the rest of the week.

   The day came that he needed to take a crap.  He returned to the dungeon
and took a seat on Candy's face, this time with his anus over her mouth. 
He grunted and pushed a lump of shit out of his asshole into Candy's mouth.
Then another.  Then another.  Then he stood, wiped his ass with a roll of
toilet paper he had left on the floor next to the bench, and shoved the wad
of used toilet paper into her mouth.

   Fred used Candy as his toilet the rest of the week, releasing her on
Saturday so that he could fuck her Saturday night.

   ###

   The following Saturday afternoon, he sat her on the sofa and told her to
get naked once again.  Then he pulled a syringe out of a medical bag.

   "Oooh!  Drugs!" she said.  "Heroin?" she asked.

   "Hardly, love." he laughed.  "It's anti-venom for bee stings.  A
kink-friendly doctor friend of mine gave me a few doses to play with," he
said with a sly grin.

   He wiped her arm with a cotton swap dipped in alcohol and gave her the
shot.

   "Will this get me high or anything?"

   "Probably not.  But it might keep you alive.  Come with me."

   Candy followed Fred back outside into his woods and stopped at a large
tree that had a couple of eyebolts screwed into it.  He then shackled her
wrists and chained her to the tree with short lengths of chain.

   "I feel woozy," she said, her speech slightly slurred.

   "Probably the anti-venom.  You'll be needing it in a minute."

   He walked back into his house, got out his old air rifle, and went back
outside.  He took aim at the wasps' nest in the branches directly above
Candy's head and shot it, again and again, until the hive was shredded and
Candy was screaming in agony as her naked body appeared to be a silhouette
of angry black wasps.

   Fred went back outside Sunday morning and unchained her red swollen body
that looked like one big blister.  Relieved that she was still breathing
and had a pulse, he carried her into the house, washed her off, and put her
in the bathtub full of warm water.

   He sat in the bathroom with her the rest of the day, keeping the water
warm, until she regained consciousness that night.

   "Man!  You're a tough girl to kill, Candy," he said to her with a laugh.

   She just smiled and moaned in answer.  He lifted her out of the tub and
carried her to bed.

   ###

   The next Saturday, Fred brought Candy back down to his dungeon again.

   "Take off your clothes and stand here," he said pointing to the middle
of the floor directly beneath a pulley mounted securely in the ceiling.

   "I take it you're going to suspend me somehow, aren't you?" she asked.

   "Yup!" he answered.  "And if this doesn't kill you, I don't know what
will."

   He started by cuffing her wrists behind her back.  Then he took one
length of rope with a pulley attached to one end and threaded this rope
through the pulley in the ceiling.  Letting the pulley end of the rope hang
down over her head, he wrapped the other end of the rope to the capstan.

   Taking another rope, he tied one end tightly around one of her breasts.

   "Owww!" she screamed.  "That fucking hurts!"

   "Yeah, well, it's supposed to hurt," he answered.

   He threaded the end of that rope through the pulley hanging from the
first rope and tied the other end tightly around her other breast.

   Finally, he started the capstan, which slowly pulled the first rope
pulling her up by the breasts.

   "Owww!  Owwww!" she screamed.  "Damn!  This hurts worse than the fucking
darts!"

   She tried to stand on her tiptoes to take her weight off her breasts,
but ultimately her feet lifted off the floor as she hung by her breasts.

   Her breasts glowed bright red like bulbous red mushrooms, as she kicked
her legs and screamed in agony.

   "Let's see how long you last like this, Candy," he said as he closed the
door and closed the light in the dungeon.

   The next time he came down to check on her was on Monday after work.  He
panicked when he saw that her breasts were black and she had passed out.

   He didn't really want her to die just yet, so he immediately prepared
for amateur surgery.  He lowered her to the floor with the capstan, but he
left the rope tied tightly to her breasts to keep the gangrene from
spreading to her chest.

   Using a sharp knife, he sliced each of her breasts off right through the
rope, close to her chest.  He pulled the skin tightly over the two large
open wounds, and stitched the two seams closed.  Then he carried her
upstairs, still unconscious, and placed her in bed.  He showered and then
joined her.

   The next morning, he woke to her moaning.

   "Morning, love," he whispered in her ear.

   "Morning, love," she answered back.  She tried to move and let out a
screech.

   "Relax, you'll be okay."

   She reached up to her bandaged chest and let out another shriek.  "My
tits!  Where are my tits?"

   "I had to cut 'em off or you'd have died from gangrene."

   "But I want to die!" she screamed.  "That's the whole point of this!"

   "You'll die, alright, but not just yet," he assured her.

   ###

   The following Saturday, Fred had Candy lay on her stomach on the gurney
in the dungeon.  Again, he shackled her wrists and ankles.  Then he
inserted a funnel into her asshole.

   He then went over to the counter and poured some rubbing alcohol,
assorted peppers, bleach, and ammonia into a blender, and set it to maximum
for about two minutes.  Pinching his nose at the burning odor, he removed
the pitcher, walked over to Candy, and poured the concoction into the
funnel whereby Candy released the loudest shriek of pain yet.

   Fred rooted through a drawer for some earplugs and put them in his ears
so her screams wouldn't cause him to go deaf.  Then after her cries of pain
died down, he took a bottle of hydrochloric acid and poured a few drops
into the funnel, causing Candy to resume her shrieking.

   ###

   During the following week, Fred had to buy another package of adult
diapers on his way home from work, for the preceding torture seemed to have
damaged her sphincter muscles so that she could no longer hold her shit in
and suffered constant diarrhea thereafter.

   ###

   While sitting at breakfast the following Saturday, Fred asked Candy, "Do
you like horses?"

   "Yeah!" she answered.  "I love horses!"

   "Good.  Follow me, love."

   He led Candy out and down a path behind his house to a small barn.  In
the barn was three horses, one of which was a large brown stallion with a
black main.

   They stopped in front of the stall and he said to her, "Meet Ol' Spirit,
Candy."

   "Ooooh!  He's beautiful!  Can I ride him?"

   "Yeah.  But it would probably be more accurate to say that he's going to
ride you."

   "Oh my," she said putting her hands to her mouth.

   He led her to the rear of the barn where he told her to lay on a low
narrow wooden bench.  Then he led Ol' Spirit up to her and walked the
stallion directly over her straddling the bench between its legs.

   He explained to her, "In case you've never been around horses, Candy, I
should tell you a horse has a _huge_ cock.  Its head will probably reach
all the way into your stomach.  Lucky for you, because horse piss really
_stinks!_ And a horse can fill a gallon milk-jug with one piss.  So that'll
save you from having to swallow it."

   With her head directly between the horse's hind legs, he began cranking
the table up.  Taking a gloved hand he grabbed the horse's cock and pointed
it downward toward her mouth as the table raised her up.

   The table had finally raised up as far as it would go, with Candy's body
pressed up against the horse's body with its 2-inch diameter 12-inch long
cock down her throat.  Her mouth looked like her lips would tear apart with
the huge member jammed in her mouth.  Then he took her arms and tied them
up over the horse's rump, then tied her ankles around its neck.

   He then lowered the bench and led the horse, with her strapped to its
belly, out to the paddock.

   "Just so you know, Candy, horses just _love_ to wander into ponds and
wallow in the water up to their shoulders when the weather is hot.  Let's
hope Ol' Spirit doesn't decide to do this."

   Fred opened the gate from the paddock into the field, then smacked the
horse on the rump, sending him cantering off.

   Fred checked the paddock daily thereafter, and Ol' Spirit had returned
to the barn on his own Wednesday evening.

   Peering under the horse, Candy was still there, her body cut and torn by
thorns, encrusted with dried bloody streams, covered by prickly plant
things that grow wild in the fields, and her hair drenched and smelling
from horse piss and with bits of horse shit matted in it as well.  Yet, she
was still alive.

   Before releasing her, however, he tied the horse to a hitching post and
got his saddle out of the barn.  He placed a harness over Ol' Spirit's
head. Then, placing a blanket on Ol' Spirit's back and the saddle on the
blanket, he reached under and pulled the cinch strap under the horse's
chest and under Candy's body, and lashed it to the other side of the
saddle. He tightened the cinch, little by little, until it held the saddle
firmly in place, practically crushing Candy's waist against the horse's
chest.

   Then, grabbing the reigns and releasing the lead from the post, he
placed his left foot in the left stirrup, threw his right leg over the
saddle, and landed in the saddle with a _thump._ He snapped the rains and
Ol' Spirit started walking briskly toward the gate to the field.

   Fred rode through the fields and into the woods for several hours before
returning late at night.

   At last, he hitched Ol' Spirit to the hitching post, removed the harness
and saddle, sponged the beast down, and then cut Candy off.  He placed her
unconscious body in an old wheelbarrow and wheeled her back to the house,
where he treated her to another hot bubble bath and waited with her until
she regained consciousness again.

   Her hair was so encrusted with horse shit and burrs that he filled the
tub with hair removal cream, and had her lay in it for a good long time,
running it thoroughly into her hair and all over her body.

   By the end of this treatment, not only was she completely bald, but she
was utterly hairless anywhere on her body.  The sight was surreal.  The
total absence of body hair that ordinarily goes unnoticed was the most
shocking.

   ###

   The following Saturday afternoon, Fred brought Candy down to his dungeon
yet again.  This time, he told her to lay down on the floor directly under
the suspension apparatus in the ceiling.

   Then he locked a pair of padded ankle cuffs to her ankles and then
walked over to the capstan and raised her off the floor by her ankles.  He
stopped lifting her when her neck was about two feet above the floor.

   He then walked up to her head and jumped up on her chin as if it were a
small seat.

   Fred started swinging on her, back and forth, back and forth, higher and
higher, using her head as a swing.

   "Wheeee!" Fred shouted as he swing back and forth.  He continued
swinging on her for about ten or fifteen minutes before jumping off,
lowering her, and releasing her.

   ###

   The following day, Sunday, Fred decided that he wanted to play doctor --
for real.  He set up his dungeon as if it were an operating room in a
hospital with all the accoutrements that one would normally associate with
such a facility.  Unfortunately, while he had most of the equipment, he
lacked the credentials to purchase the drugs and anesthesia needed to
perform surgery.

   He strapped Candy to the gurney and securely anchored her wrists and
ankles.

   "I'm afraid this will be rather painful, Candy," he forewarned her.

   "No problem, love.  Mind telling me what you're planning to do, though?"

   "I don't really know yet." he answered.  "I'm just going to open you up
and look for something interesting to remove.  Maybe your appendix, or
maybe your gall bladder."

   "Well then, enjoy yourself."

   First, to protect his ears from her inevitable screams of agony, he
inserted a pair of earplugs in his ears, and then placed a set of _Bose_
active noise canceling headphones on his head, the kind used by pilots of
small prop planes.

   He then scrubbed in the way that doctors do, and put on a pair of latex
gloves.  Then, removing a set of freshly sterilized instruments from his
autoclave, he set them in a tray next to the gurney.

   He started by cutting straight across the collarbone from shoulder to
shoulder.  The ear plugs and headphones worked wonderfully -- though he
could see and feel her bucking and screaming, he could barely hear her
cries of misery.  Next, he cut straight down from her throat down to her
clit, as if he were performing an autopsy.  Lastly, he cut across her hips
in a V-shaped cut that met the long vertical cut at her clit at the point
of the V.

   Then he peeled the two large flaps of flesh back, exposing her rib cage,
stomach and other internal organs, and her intestines.

   Feeling where the small intestine joined the large intestine, he felt a
small "nub" near the connection.  Assuming it to be her appendix, he
clamped it, and snipped it off.  Then he tied the opening closed with
dissolving suture.

   Next he felt around her chest and below her stomach and liver.  He found
her gall bladder and removed it in the same fashion as her appendix.

   Finally, he began closing her up.  He slowly sewed the long vertical cut
in her skin back together from the neck down with non-dissolving suture as
if he were lacing a new shoe for the first time.  As he reached her navel,
he cut around it, removing it and stretching the skin a little tighter to
meet where her navel had been, and continued sewing her to her crotch,
leaving the front of her torso utterly featureless -- except for the
countless scars from earlier tortures.  Then he sewed the vertical cut
across her collarbone closed.  Lastly, he closed the V-cut across her hips.

   ###

   Candy couldn't move for the pain for the next two weeks, and Fred had to
take the two weeks off work to feed and care for her.

   For about three weeks, Candy could take care of herself, barely, but
could not endure any death attempts during this time.  All in all, it was
about two months before they attempted another death scene.

   ###

   One weekend, Candy asked Fred when he would try, once again, to end her
life.

   He brought her down to his dungeon and had her lay on the gurney.

   He retrieved three syringes, three beakers, and some jugs of household
cleaning chemicals.

   Into one beaker he poured a small amount of bleach, and then topped it
off with distilled water.  He did the same with ammonia, and then with
rubbing alcohol.

   Walking over to Candy with a tray containing the three syringes he said,
"Is this doesn't kill you, I give up!"

   He located a vein in her wrist and injected her with the diluted beach
first.  Then he injected her other wrist with the diluted ammonia. 
Finally, he injected the diluted alcohol into her rump.

   Almost immediately, she began screaming, "Oww!  Owww!  It hurts all
over! Oh fuck, it hurts all inside me!  Owww!  Owwww!  Owwww!"

   She continued to scream in agony for the rest of the day, night, and
rest of the following day.  This time, Fred was certain that she would
perish, but she just continued to scream constantly for three or four days
until, it seemed, the caustic chemicals wore out or left her body.

   ###

   Fred was surprised, but relieved, that Candy had survived even being
injected with cleaning chemicals, albeit heavily diluted cleaning
chemicals.

   The following Saturday afternoon, he strapped her down to the gurney in
his dungeon.  This time, he produced a heavy bolt cutter.

   Candy gasped when he placed the gigantic jaws of the cutter between the
knuckles of one of her fingers.  Before she could react, he had pulled the
levers closed and her fingertip dropped to the floor as Candy let out a
yelp.

   "Did that hurt, love?" Fred asked.

   "Actually, after everything you've done to me, love, I hardly felt
that."

   He continued and removed each of her fingertips in turn, then did each
of her toes.

   Then he bandaged the bloody stumps of her fingers and toes and helped
her upstairs to bed to rest.  As Candy rested, Fred took stock of his work
on Candy as she lay there in agony.  Having removed her breasts so long
ago, she was utterly flat-chested with two large scars where her breasts
had been.  In addition to the autopsy scar that ran across her collarbone
and straight down to her crotch, her body was still a patchwork of scars
from the bullwhipping he gave her their first day together.  Where the whip
scars were absent, her body was a virtual star-scape of pinpoint scars from
the dart game, and pockmarks from bug bites and parasites from the week she
had been buried alive.  Not to be missed was the obvious absence of
fingertips, with each of her fingers ending in short stumps.  Lastly, his
monogram showed clearly where he had carved it into her shoulder.  Yet,
stroking her cheeks gently, he was a still a strikingly beautiful woman
with long golden hair.  He didn't know which to regret more, that he failed
in her petition to kill her, or that this beautiful example of womanhood
wanted to end her life.

   ###

   A few days later, Fred brought Candy down to his dungeon and told her to
bend over a bright yellow child's plastic slide.  The toy was the perfect
height for her to lean against the little steps with her ass in the air as
her chest rested on the smooth slide between the plastic rails.  He
shackled her wrists and ankles to it that he had added on his own.

   Then he retrieved a box of fireworks from a drawer.  He took a cherry
bomb with a long fuse and pushed it into her anus.  With a long skinny
stick, he pushed it in deeper until just a few inches of fuse stuck out of
her asshole like a tiny rat's tail.

   He lit the fuse and stepped back.  She let out a scream as the white-hot
spark of the fuse burned past her sphincter.  Then, a split second later,
he witnessed the loudest fart he had ever heard.  Black pungent smoke, bits
of shit, blood, and burnt skin shot out her ass like a roman candle and
splattered on the far wall in a tight little splash.

   He took a roll of gauze out of the autoclave, poured some rubbing
alcohol on it, and shoved it in the hole where her asshole was, resisting
the urge to gag from the sight of raw flesh and odor of pungent burnt
sulfur.

   ###

   That night, Fred and Candy made love like they had done together
countless times during their adventure together.

   He told her to lay there and let him do all the work.  He started by
giving her a total tongue bath, not missing any spot or orifice.  He missed
hot having any nipples to suck, what with her breasts having been removed,
and he continued down her stomach and paused at her navel for a while.

   When he reached her pussy, he started by gently caressing her clit with
his lips.  He licked all around the perimeter of her twat.  Then he started
licking up and down the middle.  He fucked her pussy with his tongue then
moved to her clit, and then twirled and flicked her clit with his tongue.
He pressed his tongue against her clit, and pressed it gently into the
opening of her urethra just under her clit.

   "Oh, Fred!" she moaned.  "You have such a skill with your mouth!" No
sooner had she said this that she exploded into orgasm, quaking and bucking
in ecstasy.  He continued sucking gently while she cam again and again,
until she had to tell him to stop.

   Then she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, shoving her
muff into his face.  He started licking her again, but she said, "Relax,
love.  I had my turn.  It's your turn now," whereupon she began sucking his
cock with a vengeance.  She alternated between taking it all the way in,
and sliding it out and licking the head and the brim.  When he started
coming, she closed her lips tightly around the shaft and started sucking
hard.

   He came again and again, and she never let up on the vacuum until he had
spent his full load.

   Both fully satisfied, they rolled onto their sides and they fell to
sleep entwined in each other.

   ###

   The following day, Fred said to Candy as he changed her diaper for the
third time that day, "Candy, I'm all out of ideas to kill you, and you're
still alive.  What do we do?"

   She answered, "Can I tell you something in all honesty, Fred?"

   "Sure," he answered.

   "I'm not sure I want to die anymore."

   "What?  Why didn't you tell me?  I could have killed you with my last
few scenes!"

   "I wasn't sure.  And I'm not sure how you really feel about me, so I
didn't say anything?"

   "What do you mean, 'how I feel about you'?" he asked.

   "I don't know if you'd want a mutilated woman who has to wear a diaper
constantly," she answered.

   "Huh?  What're you saying?" he asked.

   "I'm saying that, well, we've had some great scenes and I think we'd
make a great D/s couple."

   "Yeah, that we would.  So what are you saying?" he asked again.

   "I'm trying to propose, here -- Master."

   His jaw dropped, "P-p-p-propose?"

   "Yeah, I want to be your slave.  Will you be my Master, to own and
dominate me, for as long as we both shall live?"

   "Yeah.  I mean, yes.  I do."

   ###

   The following month, Fred and Candy stood before a kink-friendly Justice
of the Peace who was, himself, a D/s slave.  There, in a private rented
dungeon at _Edge Play_ in Manhattan, all their friends wept at the marriage
ceremony amongst the whips and chains that decorated the room.  They were a
striking couple, he in his black leather tuxedo, and she in her black
leather wedding gown.

   The judge asked, "Candy, do you take Fred to be your Master, to love,
serve, and obey?"

   "I do," she answered.

   "Fred," the judge asked, "do you take Candy, to be your slave, to love,
teach, and protect?"

   "I do," he answered.

   "The collar, please?" the judge asked.

   Fred took the collar from the collar-bearer and buckled it around
Candy's neck.

   "By the powers vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce
you Master and slave.  You may now whip the bride."

   * END *