This is loosely based on the story "Snuff Film" by Sam Leo
http://www.necrobabes.org/samiam and on the Dolcett graphic story "The Tightrope Zone." What if Lee Felman had his own TV show, where he could hang and strangle women for a nationwide audience? Not every act would end in death, but as often as possible the high-point of the show would be a woman hanged or strangled to death.
I'm assuming the rules implied in the Dolcett universe, where a woman's nearest male relative can decide to have her hanged or otherwise maltreated.
I know how this story ends, but I'm having trouble with the middle. So here's the story so far:
"George! Oh, George! Come look at this!"
A sigh from the other room. "Come on, Honey, you know these are my working hours."
"You only use that line when you're trying to dodge something. Come on, you can work on your presentation later. Look at what came in the mail."
"OK, Stella."
George slides his chair back from the computer and walks into the living room. His wife is holding out an envelope with a square of heavy, engraved paper sticking out .
"Look George. I've been selected! I'm gonna be on CTNB -- at 8 PM. Me, on nationwide TV!"
"Good for you! When?"
"Next month. Only 29 days away! But..."
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you tell me you'd submitted my name for the show?"
"I didn't want you disappointed if you didn't get chosen, and..."
"And...?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise if you did."
"Wow! It sure is. Oh, George! I'm so excited... Can't you take a break from playing with your computer? Look at me!"
George looked at her. He could see her nipples trying to poke right through her smock. He gave a mock groan, but he put his arms around her and kissed her greedily. He felt her arms around her body and she pulled him against her, hard.
"The hell with the presentation. I can catch up later, after dinner." He kissed the side of her neck over the pulse point and felt her shiver.
Stella untied George's bathrobe and saw that he was already hard. She broke away from him for a moment and pulled her smock over her head, revealing a perfectly tanned body and large breasts. She led him to a chair and he sat down, cupping one breast in his hand. He leaned forward and kissed her nipple, then wrapped his mouth around it and ran his tongue over the crinkly skin around it.
She moaned with pleasure, and he continued licking her areola while running his hands along the sides of her body, feeling the softness of her and the smoothness of her skin. In a couple of minutes she was sobbing with every flick of his tongue.
Stella couldn't stand it any more. She knelt down and took George's erect penis in her mouth, slowly rolling it around with her tongue. She teased him slowly with her lips and tongue until he started gasping, then stood up and straddled him. She grasped his cock in one hand and slowly bent her knees, lowering herself onto him a little at a time while she moaned in pleasure.
It felt good to have him in her again. She let him run his hands over her body, cupping her breasts, and -- best of all -- caressing her neck. He put his hand between her legs and started playing with her, and she threw back her head and howled. Now she could stop thinking and just feel, while he fondled her and moved her up and down. She didn't even notice when he groaned and pulled her down hard to come deep within her.
[Later that evening, F - 29 days]
"Hello?"
"Hi Stella. Got a minute to chat?"
"Sure do, Louisa. What's new with you?"
"Rick got a raise. Jimmy got an A in Arithmetic and May is doing pretty good with her piano lessons. Not much else. How about you?"
"Oh! You'll never guess."
"Well, don't keep me hanging. Tell!"
"I'm going to be on the Lee Felman show!"
"[squeal] You're putting me on. George never..."
"Yes, he did. I'd been hinting about it, but I didn't think he'd be willing to take the chance. But the big stinker did it! He just didn't tell me. Said he wanted to surprise me."
"You sound like he succeeded."
"Oh, yes! It's great. Listen, I'm allowed to bring a couple of friends You and Rick wanna come watch me? You get preferred seating."
"Wow! I'll have to get a sitter, but I don't think I'll have any trouble talking Ricky into paying for it."
"Great! I'd love to have you there. We have to show up 3 hours early, at 5 o'clock, but you can ride with us if Ricky can get off work."
"Honey, with an offer like that it's ten to one he'll manage somehow."
[The next morning, F - 28 days]
"'Morning, Stella"
"_Good_ morning, Thelma."
"My, aren't you chipper? You didn't used to be a morning person."
"Well, I got _wonderful_ news last night."
"Oh? Are you P.G.?"
"Nope. Talk to you later. Gotta see the boss."
[brisk footsteps on linoleum, then quiet as Stella walks onto a plush carpet]
[knock] [knock]
"Come in!... Oh, Hi, Stella. What can I do for you?"
"Hello Phil! Good morning! Here, I think I give this to you."
"What is it?"
"A letter of resignation. I'll be leaving in just under a month."
"What's the matter, Stella? I thought you were happy here."
"Oh, this is a great place to work. But I got the opportunity of a lifetime. I just can't pass it up."
"Umm... Is it money? I might be able to squeeze a little more out of the big boss if you got a better offer."
"Phil, it's not money. This is something I've been dreaming about since I was a teenager."
"Well, then, I hope you'll be happy. I can tell you one thing... we'll all miss you. You've been a great person to have in the office."
"Thanks, Phil. Well, back to work."
"Sure. But I wish you'd stay."
[sound of a door closing quietly, then the quiet hum of an office, then footsteps on linoleum again]
"So, Stella, what's the big news?"
"I'm gonna be on The Felman Show."
"No!! Really?"
"Yep! Just 4 weeks from tonight. I'm gonna be the main attraction."
"What? George put you in for _that_? I never thought he'd get tired of you."
"No, Thelma, it's not like that. Really. I've been hinting to George to put my name in for over a year. He did, as a surprise for our anniversary. I didn't find out until the acceptance letter came."
"You're kidding. No... I guess you aren't. Well, I hope you won't regret this when you're at the studio and it's too late to back out."
"I won't."
"Well... OK then. I'll be at home watching."
"Thanks, I'll appreciate the cheering section."
[two weeks later, F - 14 days]
[ding dong]
"Hi Louisa. Need a cup of sugar or something?"
"No, Stella. Thought I drop by and find out how you and George are doing."
"Pretty good so far. Come on, sit down and I'll pour you some coffee."
"You twisted my arm...."
Stella gets out two cups. Stella takes hers with low-fat milk and a little sugar, Louisa drinks hers black.
"Yum, you make the best coffee. George is one lucky man."
"Depends on how you look at it."
"Well, yes. So, how are you feeling about it?"
"I can hardly stand to wait. It seems like two weeks is forever."
"What about George?"
"Well you know he didn't like it at first. It took a lot of persuading to get him to send in the application for me. But he did it, and I think he's getting used to the idea. Or, at least he's stopped bitching about it."
"Have you made plans for ... uh ... afterward?"
"Yes, I wrote down a list of things right after we got the invite. But the list keeps getting longer as I keep thinking of new things."
"What's it look like now?"
"About 10 pages. Wanna see?"
"Sure. Is this it?...
Louisa reads, flips a page, reads some more. She "Hmmms" a few times and twice says "Wow!". Finally she turns over the last page.
"...Well, it seems pretty complete to me."
"I'll probably get two more ideas this afternoon. In fact, I'll probably still be scribbling on the way to the studio. If you ever find yourself making a list like this, you'll know what I'm talking about."
"I don't think that's likely, Stella. You're closer than a sister to me, but this is one interest I just don't share."
"Yeah, I know. Well, we won't go there. But, here, take these two passes."
"How come?"
"In case Ricky has to work late or something, you two will still be able to get in for the show."
"Well, thanks. You're a real dear. Hey, look at the time. May will be home from school in 15 minutes. If I'm not there, she'll run off and play instead of practicing."
"OK, see you around."
[a week later, F - 7 days]
"Oh, God, George. These rules, do we have to be so literal about them?"
"That was the deal, Honey. If you want to be on the show, we have to follow their rules."
"But it's so hard. And they're even more stringent in the week just before I go."
"You don't have to if you don't want to. Just say the word, and I'll phone up and tell them I'm withdrawing you from the show."
"No.... No. I'll get through it somehow. It's only seven more days."
[a week later, 4 PM, T - 4 hours]
"Hi, Ricky. Hello, Louisa. Glad you could join us. Hop in the back."
"Thanks George. Hey, Stella, how are you feeling?"
"I'm not sure I can stand it. Good thing I'm young. It would just be too ironic to drop dead of excitement on the way to the studio."
"You're going to go through with it, George? Going to sign the permission forms."
"You kidding? If I tried to back out now she'd kill me, then file for divorce."
"You wouldn't really, would you Stella?"
"In a minute. I'd kill him, cut his head off, and drive a stake through his heart. Then I'd divorce him once a year to make sure it took."
"You're one crazy girl. No way would you catch me on the Lee Felman Show."
"Yeah, well.... I'm glad we left early; it's started raining and traffic is slow."
The conversation stuck to neutral topics by mutual consent for the rest of the trip to the studio.
[4:43 PM]
"Half a block, George. The instructions say to turn into the studio parking lot and give my name to the guard."
"I see it."
George pulled the minivan up at the gate and rolled down the window.
"Hi folks. What brings you to CTNB studios?"
"I'm George Torrey, this is my wife Stella."
"Congratulations! She's a real looker! Just a sec..." The guard gave George a piece of cardboard. "Here, hang this on your mirror. Turn right and follow the blue line. A valet will park your car. And enjoy the show."
George followed the blue line to the side of a large building. Two red-jacketed valets opened the doors and helped people out. "Be sure to take your invitation." one said before he got in.
The other valet lead them to an entrance marked "Stage Door. Studio personnel and guests only." The guard at the door looked at the letter Stella was holding and whistled softly under his breath. He picked up a phone and talked quietly into it, while looking Stella up and down. A young woman in an expensive suit showed up and led them in the door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Torrey and two guests. Right this way, please. My name is Marianne. I'm a production assistant."
Marianne lead them down the hall and around a corner. "VIP seating is right here." She opened a door and showed Louisa and Rick to seats. "These are the best seats in the house, except for where Lee and George will be sitting. The bar is to your left, deli buffet on the right. Restrooms are out the door and around the next corner. Keep your guest passes with you. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Louisa and Rick shook their heads.
"Good. You can see everything from here. I'll be back in a few minutes to see if there's anything else you need. Enjoy yourselves."
Marianne led Stella and George through a maze of passages. "Here's the Green Room. The bartender will mix anything you like. Cold appetizers at this end of the bar, hot hors d'oeuvres at that end. Yes, that's a sushi bar at the other end of the room. Make yourselves comfortable. And if there's anything you want that Nicky can't do, or if he's busy with another guest, just push this button and I'll come running. A producer will be here in a few minutes to answer any questions you have."
Marianne turned to the bartender. "Nicky, this is Stella."
"You can have one drink to fortify yourself if you want," she said to Stella.
Less than 5 minutes later a woman with a clipboard showed up. "Hi, George, Stella. My name is Anna Bromwich. I'm the producer for your segment of the show." Anna offered her hand for George to shake, then turned to Stella. "You OK with this, honey?"
Stella smiled. "OK doesn't begin to describe it. I've been looking forward to this all month."
"Good." Anna made a note on her clipboard. "We've found that everything goes smoother if our guests know exactly what to expect, so I'm going to go over the sequence of events with you. You watch the Felman Show regularly?"
"Every week," Stella and George said together.
"We've got them all on tape and sometimes we go back and watch our favorites," Stella added.
"Good," Anna said. "So you know the sequence as seen on TV. But there's a lot of preparation off camera, and we don't always show everything the studio audience sees."
"Yes?" Stella asks.
"Shooting starts in about 3 hours, but we'll start prepping you 40 minutes before the show. That leaves you a little less than 2 1/2 hours. You two can stick around here and snack, or ring for Marianne to guide you back to VIP seating and talk to your friends if you like. Through that door is a bedroom, if you'd like to bid each other a fond farewell, or just rest a little before the show."
Stella put a hand on George's thigh and glanced significantly toward the door.
"The rules you were sent still apply," Anna reminded them.
Stella nodded to show she understood.
"Marianne will show you to makeup about 15 minutes before we start shooting. That's mostly powder so your skin doesn't glare under the hot lights. But Stella will have to take her clothes off so they can plan her body makeup for later. Once you're made up, you'll go to guest seating at the left side of the stage. That gives you a ringside seat for the early part of the show."
"Sounds great," George commented.
"It is," Anna answered. "The camera will focus on you sometimes to get your reaction to the early segments. There's one other thing you need to understand: we film more than we show. That's because the final segment - the star turn - can last anywhere from 10 minutes to almost half an hour. Most of the other segments vary in length, too.
We can stretch it out a little by intercutting more interviews, but 20 minutes is too much to fill with just talk on a hot show like this one. So we'll do an extra 15 to 18 minutes of other segments and edit the show to fit in the one-hour time slot. The studio audience, though, sees anywhere from an hour and a quarter to an hour and a half."
"I guess that's about it. Any questions?
Stella licked her lips. "Is there a dress code?
Anna looked at Stella one long moment, then smiled. "No. Whatever you like is fine. Until you go on stage. Then you wear what makeup gives you. Any other questions?"
Stella looked at George. He shook his head, then said, "No. Not right now."
"Can I get you anything from the commissary? The hot hors d'oeuvres are very good, but there's a wider selection downstairs."
"Maybe later."
"Ok. See you at 6:20 if not before."
"What was that about a dress code?"
"You'll see." Stella answered.
[Brief pause]
"Zo...," said George, "Want something to eat?"
"Yes!" says Stella, taking his hand. She leads him into the bedroom.
"But I thought..." he says, then stops as she unzips his pants. "... Oh I see."
"That's odd..."
"What is, Lee?"
"She's not kicking. She's been hanging for 25 seconds, they usually start struggling in 10 to 15. But the monitors show she's still conscious..."
"Hmmm... Can you get a close up of her torso?"
"Sure, just a sec..."
"That's what I thought, Lee. See that sheen of sweat all over her body... that little rocking motion in her pelvis? Notice her nipples... fully erect."
"You mean she's coming?"
"Yeah. I made her go strictly by the rules you sent us. She's had no breath control play since we got the acceptance letter, almost a month ago. And no bondage or pain in the last week, not even a spanking. That means she hasn't been able to come for a whole week. And even then, it wasn't the big earth-shattering ones she got when I'd strangle her."
"I see. So when she's finished coming..."
"Yep. See, there she goes. Kicking and writhing and struggling for breath. God, she looks hot!"
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