This is a combination of two fantasies. One is about a girl sentenced to die for some unnamed offense, and told to "take care of it". There were a lot of endings for that one, sometimes I'd imagine her getting a customer to strangle her, sometimes an executioner to hang her while fucking her ass, sometimes something more complicated — like the "extravaganzas" in the story.The other is about the training for "snuff slaves". The flashbacks in the story pretty closely mirror that fantasy, e.g., missionary position with hand strangling, anal with a rope around her neck, kneeling on a trapdoor giving head to her trainer, when he comes he springs the trap so she hangs, strangling, with his come in her mouth and the last few drops spurting onto her face.
I'm thinking of rewriting this so some of the flashbacks are told to a girlfriend or maybe even to one of her "regulars" as she considers the idea of asking him to kill her.
But anyway, here's as much as I've written so far:
The judge looked down sternly at Lily. "You have pled guilty. Do you have anything to say before I pronounce sentence?"
"No excuses, sir. I'm prepared to accept whatever punishment the court chooses."
"Very well. You have 60 days. Today is March 23. Arrange to be dead no later than 11:59 PM on May 25."
Lily bowed her head sadly. Over six months of training, more than 5 years of service. It would end in shame. "Yes, your honor. I will not fail."
The stern look disappeared. "See the counselor, room 4, down the hall to your right. He will answer any questions you may have."
Lily followed the directions in a daze. She sat down on a bench to wait and thought over how she had gotten here.
She remembered signing up for advanced training as a snuff slave. The first day of the training...
"Quiet down and listen, girls. I'm not going to repeat myself. I see 22 volunteers for this class. Only ten or eleven of you will graduate. At least five will be dead before we're through."
There were gasps of surprise and a couple of muttered "what?"s.
"We want you to take this seriously. You don't sign on for snuff training unless you're willing to die. It's easy to think 'Oh, maybe someday a customer will choke me to death.' That's not the idea. Not someday. Not next year, not next month. Quite possibly this week... tomorrow... today. If you're not willing to die today, you don't belong here. In this class you'll be strangled with hands, ropes, belts, choke holds. You'll feel a noose tighten around your neck. You'll have to learn to give head while you're strangling. To concentrate on your partner's pleasure and ignore your own need for air. If you can't do that, you'll flunk out.
"Before you graduate, you'll watch me kill five of your classmates. You'll know what a girl looks like when she's been strangled to death. You'll know what it feels like, everything except the final minutes after you lose consciousness. You'll watch videotapes of yourself being strangled until you turn blue, so you know what you look like with your face slack and your tongue lolling out."
Lily's reverie was interrupted as the door opened and the counselor led her in to his office. She sat down and waited.
"First, Lily, I need to know if you have any problems with your sentence. You seemed to accept it, but if you have reservations this is a good time to bring them up."
"No complaints... My bad, I admit it."
"Let me ask you a question. Suppose the judge hadn't sentenced you to die. He could have just demoted you. You'd be an ordinary slave again, as if you'd flunked out of snuff training. How would you feel then?"
"Oh..." Lily paused in thought. "That would be worse. I'm prepared to die. Really. I worked hard for my status."
"Hmmm.... And what if he had set you free? Given you a couple of hundred dollars to live on and sent you to live in the outside world?"
"Oh, no! I've wanted to be Master's slave from as far back as I can remember. Please, not that."
"So, what's troubling you?"
"Well, I'm just not sure how to 'arrange it'."
"Well, you have a lot of choices, but they come down to four basic categories."
The counselor leaned back in his chair, prepared to talk for a while.
"First, you can just kill yourself. There's a lot of options right there. You can hang yourself, or there's guns, poison, lots of choices. Drop by the section for would-be suicides and see for yourself.
"Second, you can request an executioner. You specify the date and the method — firing squad, guillotine, hanging, garotte, gas, impalement, whatever. Whatever fantasy you want, rape or lovemaking beforehand or while you're being killed. We'll provide someone to take care of you. But if you ask for an executioner, you have to take whoever shows up. No choice there."
"Maybe... But go on."
"Third, you can offer your death to a customer. You should be able to find at least one of your regulars who's willing to snuff you if it's free. Choose your favorite customer and negotiate what you can, or choose your method of death and kind of sex and ask customers until you find one willing to go along with your fantasy... or anything in between."
"Yeah, that sounds pretty good."
"And fourth, you can arrange a special project or an extravaganza of some kind. You'll need to make plans, and ask for an extension of time if it will take more than two months."
"What does that mean?"
"One girl decided to do something about a serial killer in the neighborhood. She went out with a wire and a locator beacon to be bait. He found her, picked her up, raped her, and strangled her to death. We got there shortly afterwards and 'arranged' for him to be caught by the police.
"But it doesn't have to be socially helpful. Anything will do, as long as it sounds interesting to Master Jack and ends up with you dead. One of our classes was having trouble learning to give a blow job without breathing. She showed them how, over and over, hanging by her neck while caressing the instructor with her lips and tongue, at last dying with her mouth full of his come.
"Another time three girls were sentenced the same week. They got together and scheduled a series of performances for the customers. By the time they'd all killed each other, the audience was so horny they'd have fucked a 90-year-old, as long as they could strangle her at the same time. Master's sales were up 50% that week."
Lily thought a little, then admitted, "I can't think of anything right now."
"That's OK. You can take your time. That's why you get 60 days....
"Oh yes.... If you choose any of the first three options, you can petition to have Master Jack kill you instead. You'll get an answer within two weeks, but he won't even listen if you haven't already got an alternate plan of death worked out."
"Now _that_ sounds good. I'll definitely consider it."
"Anything else I can help you with?"
"What happens if I _don't_ get dead by May 25?"
"You'll be disgraced. Master sends you away with the clothes in your closet and you're never allowed back. Any other questions?"
"Not that I can think of."
"Well, come back later if you think of anything... You can make an appointment, or if you see my door open you can just come in."
Lily got up and started toward the door, but the counselor spoke up again.
"Before you go, Lily... You've been saying the right words, but I sense resentment underneath. I don't think you've really accepted it."
"But..."
"No," he interrupted. "I don't want to argue. Just remember that I'll be here if you want to talk about it."
Lily left
Death, that didn't bother her. She'd accepted death. She'd never have graduated if she hadn't. But she'd expected to die proudly, to give pleasure to a customer — a customer who would willingly pay over $25,000 for the privilege of killing her.
Now her death would be a punishment, not a source of pride. Not for Master Jack's pleasure. Not even to fill his coffers. Just thrown away, given to an executioner, or at best to a customer for free. Lily started crying and just couldn't stop. One stupid mistake. One thoughtless, angry moment. She'd thrown it all away.
The judge had made it clear. Lily was to be responsible for her own death. Whether by her own hand, an executioner, or a customer of her choosing, it would be a kind of suicide. She'd hoped... No, not for retirement, leisure and luxury. Few snuff slaves survived ten years, and she wouldn't have really wanted it anyway. No... she'd thought perhaps, if she was lucky, to die for Master's own pleasure. Lily could imagine no better fate.
Perhaps an hour later she had cried herself dry. No more tears, just acceptance. Master Jack was fair, even if life wasn't. She could cling to that. She realized she was tired and went to bed, still thinking how to arrange her death. She remembered the first death she'd watched, and her hand wandered between her legs.
The instructor had called a girl to him. Lily was sitting close and overheard their conversation.
"Rosa, I'm afraid you're not going to graduate this class."
"What?" Rosa burst out, then quieted down again. "Flunking out? What did I do wrong?"
"No you're not flunking out. You're just unlucky. You have two choices. You can quit and go back to your old job..."
"Or?"
"Or stay here and I'll put my hands around your neck and strangle you to death."
"Oh. I... uh.... um..... I.... I q... I... I'll stay. Do it!"
The instructor made something of a production of it, kissing and caressing Rosa until she pled with him to take her. Then he had her lie on the padded table and slid easily into her. He wrapped his hands gently around her neck with his thumbs at the base of her throat and started to squeeze, slowly. All the while he was moving slowly between her legs. Rosa just lay there, keening slightly every time he got all the way into her.
Then she suddenly started coughing. The instructor apologized and eased up slightly. He kept the same pressure for several minutes while Rosa got used to it, then started squeezing again. It was very gradual, but in a few more minutes the keening, gasping sounds were replaced with an irregular snoring. Her chest arched against him, her head tilted back and her mouth stretched out. Something akin to panic showed in her eyes. She kept her arms wrapped around him, but her fists were clenched into tight little balls. Her legs started to tremble, then her arms.
Lily, remembering, had 3 fingers inside herself now. Her thumb caressed her clit as she thought about Rosa...
In less than a minute Rosa lost control completely. Her little fists beat against the instructor's chest and her legs made an irregular drumming sound on the table. Her mouth stretched wider than Lilly would have thought possible, and her tongue started to protrude.
Suddenly everything changed. Rosa's neck arched, her legs stretched straight out, her toes curled. Her hands fell to the table, splayed out.
The instructor worked his way deep into Rosa's cunt, then stopped moving, his hips pressed against hers.
They stayed that way nearly another minute, then Rosa started fighting for breath again, but much weaker. Her eyes rolled up, her chin dropped and her now swollen tongue lolled out. Her arms and legs moved in tiny tremors, then even that was stilled. Only the tension in her chest muscles showed that she still lived.
Lily's hand was moving fast now, rubbing her clit. Her other hand strayed to her neck and started to squeeze as she remembered the ending. The instructor moved quickly a few times, then again thrust deep and hard into Rosa's cunt. He stayed that way nearly a minute, panting, then he withdrew. At last even Rosa's chest muscles relaxed. Rosa's body lay limp on the bed. There was no movement. The instructor held onto her neck for another five minutes by the clock, then signalled two men who carried the body away.
Lily's cries of pleasure were choked to a gurgle by her own hand on her throat. Her legs spasmed and her hand crushed her windpipe as she came, thrashing, on the bed. Lily's hand relaxed as she lost consciousness, her head lolling on the pillow, one hand draped across her hip, the other falling across her breasts. She started to wake up a few minutes later, her body tingling and her brain still in that hazy state from oxygen deprivation. And another orgasm hit her, stretching her out on the bed as her hand found her nipples conveniently placed under it.
Worn out, she slept deeply until morning, waking only once to pull the blankets over her.
Lily remembered the day she nearly quit the class. The day her best friend died...
"Sally, come up here for some special training."
Sally sashayed onto the stage with an eager look.
"You've had anal intercourse?"
A nod and a big grin.
The instructor played with Sally a little, then had her lie face down and knelt between her legs. He used some lubricant to ease his way into her asshole, then wrapped a piece of rope around her neck and started pulling on it as he moved in and out. After about a minute Sally was gasping for air. Her eyes widened a little, perhaps fear, perhaps sensual excitement.
The instructor resumed talking. "Girls, one of the lessons of this class is that you never know what's coming. A customer _might_ aaah... tell you when he's going to kill you... or ahhhhh... he might not. Now, Sally came up here ahhhhh... expecting to be choked for aaaaahhhh a little, like earlier in her training. Aahhhh... But I'm not ahhh... going to let go ahhh... this time."
Sally's eyes got a startled, panicy look. She started to struggle beneath him, but he just held on and rode her. Her back arched and bowed as she fought for air. Her face turned red as she strained for breath, then a dreamy look appeared on her features. Her legs stretched out straight, her toes pointed. Her back grew straight and rigid, then her hips rotated rapidly a few times. Her eyes started to glaze over and her muscles relaxed. The instructor resumed thrusting in her ass, then started groaning and moved faster and faster, at last slowed down and stopped, still within her. He held that pose, pulling tightly on the rope, until her legs spasmed once more and her body went limp.
"Remember that, girls. You may not get advance warning, perhaps not even as much as Sally got. Any time a customer starts strangling you... You never know. When a customer strangles you unconscious, you might wake up, then again maybe not.
Lily was ready to quit right then. She turned to her partner to tell him, but he was so cute... and she remembered all the times he choked her, and how good it felt....
Lily didn't really think she'd choose suicide, but decided to visit that section anyway. The gallows was... interesting . She looked over the controls — settings for hoisting, a short drop, even the long drop for a quick death. But none of them were quite what she wanted.
She talked to the attendant and learned about the poisons. Sleeping pills. Strichnine and arsenic — "not recommended", but available. Cyanide, much faster. Injectables, too. Overdose of heroin or various anesthetics. Air embolism. Potassium bicarb to stop the heart.
He showed her the knife collection, with instructions on how to slit her wrists or cut her throat. Even Hara-kiri swords "if you insist".
A pool with shackles on the bottom. An elevator up 10 floors to a "diving board" over concrete.
"Or you can starve yourself to death. You'd need to start real soon to beat the 60 day limit... or a week will do it, if you don't drink liquids." There were shackles here , too, for those without the willpower to keep it up once started.
None of it appealed to Lily, but she decided to visit the gallows once more before leaving. Hanging was special, nothing else made her feel so helpless. But *not* solo. She remembered her own first hanging....
She'd been choked unconscious and seen pictures of herself crumpled in a limp heap, her face purple, her jaw slack, her tongue lolling out. She'd watched two girls killed, including her best friend. But she was still nervous...
She'd let him tie her hands. But when she saw the noose up close, she almost asked to quit. She bit her tongue to keep quiet, but her knees buckled and she fell down.
Her partner had been nice, given her a few minutes to think and calm down. When he helped her back up, she was able to control herself better. Her legs wobbled a little as he stretched the noose open for her to put her head through it, but she didn't fall down. He added a bar to keep her ankles apart, then started kissing and caressing her. In a few minutes her legs were weak again, but not from fear.
She sighed as he slid into her. Then he started pulling on the other end of the rope. She felt the noose start to tighten even before her feet left the ground. It felt so good, especially with him in her cunt. A little more pulling and she was hanging, rotating and struggling for air. She came in less than a minute and felt him follow in response to her contractions.
He'd let her down then. Later on she'd gotten used to much longer hangings, losing consciousness then having another orgasm as she woke up. But that first time was special, somehow.
Lily found she had wandered back to "work" while her thoughts were elsewhere. The girl at the desk told here she could stick around if she wanted, but she'd only be allowed her regular customers. No more surprises. It would give her a chance to pick someone if she decided to have a customer 'take care' of her. She spent the afternoon peeking through curtains, but none of her regulars showed up.
She didn't feel much like talking right now, so she went back to her room and called for dinner to be sent up. She dawdled over her food, not really tasting it. She couldn't decide. Her thoughts just kept going around in circles.
Waking up, Lily remembered her shame and the hard decision facing her. She decided to skip breakfast and went to the library for a video. She picked "Whispers in the Dark". One of her favorite movies.
Lily went directly to her favorite part, where Eve (Deborah Unger) tells her shrink about her experience with nooseplay.
And took his necktie and tied my hands together in front of me... (He) (had) a rope... which he'd strung over a rafter... and he put a chair under it and ordered me to stand on it...
There was a noose in the rope... (gasp)
He yelled... told me to put my neck into it... (and) he took a polaroid of me... and the flash blinded me, but... when I could see again he was behind me... whispering in my ear. He told me that he owned me and that he could... he could kick the chair out from me and I would hang... and then... he... knelt in front of me and... and began to make love to me as I stood there.
I've never come so hard in all my life. I just convulsed.
But Lily could never understand why Eve was crying. She was describing something that made her come harder than she'd ever done before. "I just convulsed," she said. It was wonderful, nothing to cry about.
Lily went back to the start of the scene and watched it again. She remembered that her decision to sign up for asphyx/snuff training had come the day after she first watched WITD.
She paused the player on a frame of Eve standing on a chair in the darkened room with a noose around her neck. Lily stared at the TV screen and thought "wish he'd put a noose around my neck and kick the chair", just as she had when she first watched the movie. She came hard, without even touching herself, just as she had the first time she saw WITD. But that had been in a theater setting with other people.
This time she was alone. She reached under her robe and caressed her nipples until they were hard, then cupped her breasts. Pretending to herslf that she was on that chair with the noose around her neck, a man playing with her breasts as she stood there helpless.
She looked at the image of Eve, noosed on the chair, and one hand slipped between her legs, fingering her clit. She pressed two fingers into herself, then three. She let the video play again, then her free hand went around her neck and squeezed.
Lily heard Eve talking again about her scary but erotic experience, but this time the words were only a background for Lily's own thoughts. Yes. Kick the chair. Hang me, make love to me while I hang. Now. It doesn't matter whether you cut me down or leave me hanging until I'm dead. Just do it! Hang me!
Lily thought she might be on to the beginning of an idea...
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