OW!
I stop dead in my tracks, doubling over as a small, yet distinct pain knifes me in my navel. In an instant I know what it is. That’s when the color drains from my face.
I start to shake uncontrollably. There’s no point making a mad dash for the exit now. I’ll just trip the sensors and have attendants on me in a flash, restraining me as they take me back to the Entertainment stage for my farewell performance.
A night to remember 5: Tia’s story (part 2)
I stare at the exit less than twenty feet in front of me as tears well up in my eyes. With a lump in my throat I turn and find a nearby chair to collapse into. That’s when I acknowledge Monique has finally gotten her wish…
That fucking bastard from Manhattan has killed me. My life is over.
I reach into my tunic and numbly pull out my cell phone. Then I call Stewart to give him the bad news. It instantly transfers to voicemail.
The bastard must be out with the guys again. I have no idea where he is or what he’s doing. How can I leave a message telling him his blushing bride won’t be coming home tonight because she’s pregnant at the club and needs to be snuffed?
I look up to see Nicole approaching me. She has a little tracking device in her hand to locate the person whose sensor has popped. Two attendants are trailing behind, flanking her in case they run into someone who might give them a fight.
She points it right at me. I see a look of shock and then sympathy in her features. “Yes, honey; it’s me,” I want to say to her. But I just lower my head in despair.
I look down as I blink the tears out of my eyes. When I look up, the attendants are gone. She must have waved them away.
She knows I’m not going anywhere. She knows they won’t be needed. After all, it’s only me they have to deal with.
“Tia?” she asks with sadness in her voice.
In response I lift up my tunic. For the first time I see the damned thing. It’s popped and glowing, confirming the worst.
Nicole tears up as she sits down next to me. She sympathetically puts an arm around my shoulder. All I can think about is my husband and the fact we’ll never have kids… that I’ll never have kids.
“I can’t get in touch with Stewart,” I tell her as tears fill my eyes. “He might be out with the guys. Otherwise I don’t know where he could be.”
She takes my hand to comfort me. Nicole tells me she’ll be at my side for as long as it takes. Then we hear a roar from the direction of the Entertainment stage.
We both detect cheers and wild applause. No doubt they’ve just watched someone get executed. “They’ll be cheering for me soon,” I tell her bitterly.
She gives me this strange look as she rubs my shoulder. Then she says, “Actually I think I’m a little jealous.”
“Jealous??”
My eyes open wide in disbelief. I stare at her incredulously. How can she be jealous??
She gently asks, “So who are you gonna have do it?” I look at her in surprise. I hadn’t even thought that far ahead.
I see something in her face. It’s as though she knows the answer. But I don’t understand as I’m numb with grief.
“I don’t know,” I sniffle bitterly. “I suppose I could have Mistress do it. She loves snuffing us attendants.” But if Mistress snuffs me, Monique will no doubt be close by to watch or take part in my death.
“Anyone else?” Nicole asks gently.
What is she getting at? I can’t think of anyone I’d like to snuff me. Certainly I wouldn’t want it to be any of tonight’s customers.
“I don’t know,” I answer numbly. “I suppose I could ask Mr. Rick if he’d like to do it. I know he gets off…”
My voice trails off as I look at her incredulously. A light suddenly goes off in my head. Nicole actually gives me a knowing smile.
She knows I get it now. Of course! In that moment I feel a sudden burst of erotic tingles.
“Now you know why I’m jealous,” she says as she touches me comfortingly on the shoulder.
She glances over in the direction of the Entertainment stage. The red glow is gone. “Most of them have cleared out by now, Tia. Let’s get you over there. Let’s just get this thing over with.”
I give her a sad little smile. We stand up and hug each other. Then she takes my hand.
We walk together as I go to face my destiny. The two of us slowly make our way to the Entertainment stage. I’m somewhat relieved to notice it has cleared out.
I see Mistress and Monique. Mr. Rick is there as well. Nadia and Felicity are hovering near two naked females who I recognize from the poker game as Carmen and Sophia.
All of them are watching attendants remove the dead, naked bodies from up on stage. One woman hangs limp in the noose in a black garter, fishnet stockings and heels. There’s a strange mixture of pain and pleasure in her lifeless eyes.
Manhattan’s naked bitch is slumped in the electric chair. Parts of her body smolder with drifting tendrils of vapor. She looks like she really suffered as she fried. There’s a terrified expression frozen on her face, and I shiver with dread.
There’s fresh blood around the guillotines. But I see no body. I suspect she’s already been hauled away. I’m glad I don’t have to see the severed head.
Two attendants are in the process of carting away the impaled girl. I’m pretty certain she’s off to be roasted. That’s certainly not how I want to go out. But I might not have a choice in the matter. That’s when I shiver from a mixture of fear along with a disturbing excitement.
Chastity sees my expression and speaks up. “Is something the matter, honey?” The others all turn to look in my direction.
I can’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. I silently lift up my tunic as though that will be explanation enough. My glowing sensor elicits a few raised eyebrows and a couple of quiet gasps.
“Oh my,” Chastity observes. She actually sounds sympathetic. “Now that’s unfortunate.”
The moment of sympathy passes. Her eyes twinkle with lustful excitement. The bitch is always up to watch another female being snuffed onstage.
“I think we can fit another execution into my schedule,” she says thoughtfully. Then she smiles. I can tell right away she’s going to enjoy watching me die.
She surprises me next when she says, “So tell me, my dear girl. How would you like to be snuffed?” Apparently she’s in a good mood by allowing me to pick the manner of my own death.
It’s not unusual for her to allow pregnant attendants to decide how they want to be snuffed. I feel Nicole give me a nudge and a knowing smile. That’s when I look right at the club’s male co-owner.
I’m hit with a massive burst of erotic tingles. This is my only chance to perform in front of the man I have a severe crush on. “Mr. Rick,” I say in a trembling voice. “I want Mr. Rick to do it.”
He looks at me in astonishment. It’s an astonishment that quickly gives way to wanton lust. Damn; he wants me bad!
I’m suddenly all a-tingle from an incredible excitement. There’s a gleam in Mistress’ eyes. Then she hungrily licks her lips.
“How?” she asks again. “How do you want Mr. Rick to snuff you, my dear girl?”
I’ve had dark fantasies of this moment. Could they actually become a reality? I can barely get the words out; I’m trembling like a leaf.
“I want him to rape me,” I stammer. “Th-then I want him to strangle me with his bare hands with his cock inside me while we’re sitting in the chair.”
I’m amazed I admitted that out loud. Is that what I really want? Is that how I want to die??
I feel a sudden surge of incredible arousal swell within me. I nearly orgasm with excitement. Thank gawd the dead bodies are nearly gone.
The bitch in the chair has been hauled away. The damned thing is now empty, beckoning ominously to me. I stare at it as my mouth goes dry.
They’re just now getting around to taking the last one down from the gallows. That means I’ll have the stage all to myself. Gawd; I can’t stop trembling!
Mistress purrs with excitement. Then she asks me if I want a larger audience. “It’s not necessary,” I tell her.
My eyes are glued upon the man who is going to kill me. I can see a familiar look in his eyes, a look of murderous lust. I shudder from a terrible excitement.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Nicole asks. It shakes me out of my hypnotic trance. I look at her and then look at Mr. Rick.
For some reason it’s no longer my death I’m so worried about. Now I’m trying to think about his pleasure. But I’m shaking like a leaf. Maybe her touch will help calm me down.
I quietly suggest she take me up on stage and disrobe me. Nicole smiles and nods. I can tell she feels a special honor has just been bestowed upon her.
I also have ulterior motives. It will also attract Mr. Rick’s attention to her. She can consider it a small gift from me.
Having another attendant strip me naked up onstage should help get everyone in the mood. It’s not like they’ll need much help or effort in that department. Knowing I’m going to be snuffed in a few minutes should be a turn-on to them for the most part.
Nicole leads me up the steps onto the now empty stage. I’m glad the bodies are gone. This is going to be hard enough as it is.
She turns me around to face the small party that remains in the area. Mistress and Monique take up seats on the couch. I see them motion for Carmen and Sophia to kneel before them. Nadia and Felicity hover nearby as Mr. Rick watches intently.
Nicole starts slowly, working my outfit off one seductive item at a time. It’s incredibly erotic as she touches me all over. Eventually I’m left naked and trembling.
“Thank you for letting me do this,” she whispers quietly. But I’m not done with her yet. My next request has got to be the stupidest idea I’ve had yet!
“Go get the pain injections,” I tell her. My quivering voice carries loud enough for my intimate audience to hear.
I see a flash of eager excitement in Mistress’ eyes. And I can tell how turned on Monique is. ‘You may get to watch me die, bitch,’ I think, looking at the co-owner’s wife. ‘But I’m going to give your husband a snuff he’s never going to forget… that is, if I can be courageous enough to go through with it.’
Nicole gives me a curious look. She whispers, “You’re kidding; right, Tia?” When I shake my head she smiles knowingly.
Nicole descends the stage before going over to Monique’s station. She thoughtfully makes it so the chair is the only execution item left near the front of the stage. Then she comes back with three syringes.
I stare at them in her hand as she steps back up onto the stage. Gawd! I must be insane!
“You’re really going all out, are you?” she whispers. There’s a distinct tone of excitement in her voice.
I nod, my heart hammering in my chest. Then she shakes her head. Maybe she doesn’t believe I’m going to go through with it.
She removes the cover to the needle of the first syringe. She lifts it up to my left breast. I see everyone instinctively lean forward as though eager to witness my suffering.
My nipples are painfully hard. I’m trembling like crazy when she punctures the left one dead center. I cry out in pain.
The looks on the faces I see watching me are filled with lust and sadistic cruelty. They are loving it immensely. Carmen and Sophia are already being forced to service the dripping cunts sitting in front of them on the couch.
Nicole injects my left breast with chemicals. Then she proceeds to do the same to my right. Once more she hits my erect nipple dead center.
I cry out again. The compound she is filling them with will make my tits react in pain. It doesn’t matter if it’s the slightest touch or the most savage of squeezes.
My heart beats double time as she turns me around and bends me over, exposing my ass to my private audience. I whimper in fear, clenching instinctively at what I know is coming. A moment later I really cry out when Nicole sticks my perineum, that soft, smooth tissue between my pussy and anus.
I feel a fire invade my most intimate area. It spreads outward towards my cunt and ass. It instinctively makes me clench.
It will hurt a hundred times worse when a cock invades those holes. I pant heavily for breath, wondering what the hell I’m submitting myself to. Then Nicole stands me up and turns me around.
I’m whimpering when she quietly asks, “Anything else, honey?” I figure I’ve gone this far. I might as well go all the way.
“Make sure Stewart gets a video copy; ok?” More tears well up in my eyes. Then I tell her, “Champagne for all. But for me and Mr. Rick… a special blend for a special toast… you know what I’m thinking.”
Nicole’s eyes flash with understanding as she nods. She knows what I want. Then she leaves the stage to complete my request.
I can see it in Mr. Rick’s eyes. Now he wants me so fucking bad! It makes me go all gooey inside despite the pain in my tits and crotch.
My cunt and ass are already spasming in discomfort from the injection. The champagne I ordered is going to make things that much worse. I still can’t believe I’m doing this!
It’s time for my last little speech of sorts. It’s time to prime the pump. “In a moment we’ll have a special toast,” I say to them all. “My sensor has popped; the die is cast. I accept I’m nothing but a snuff whore now.”
I’m shaking again as my voice fails me. That’s when I think of Stewart. It takes a few moments to compose myself before I can continue.
“I want to thank Mistress for giving me this job. And a special thanks to all my attendant friends who have been such an encouragement to me.” Doris isn’t here, but I don’t think she wants to watch me die.
“I also want to thank Mistress for allowing this more intimate gathering… although I have no problem if anyone else wanders in and wishes to watch Mr. Rick snuff me.” Mistress nods at me with an appreciative smile as she grabs Carmen’s head and jams it hard into her pussy. I can tell her excitement level is rising.
“This bitch is ready to die for Mr. Rick’s pleasure,” I declare.
I feel a dreadful shudder ripple through me. I’m terrified, and yet I’m aroused like never before. I look right at our club co-owner as I say, “A true snuff-whore gives herself totally, and that is my wish. Mr. Rick, I want to be the best snuff you’ve ever had!”
Nicole returns with a tray of champagne glasses. She passes them around to Nadia, Felicity, Mistress and Monique. A special glass is marked for Mr. Rick while mine has a skull and crossbones on it.
Nicole saves the last one for herself. Carmen and Sophia are too busy getting a special liquid reserved just for them. That’s because their faces are mashed into a pair of cunts.
Nicole brings mine up to me and then takes hers for herself. I tremble as I lift my glass in a toast. “To Mr. Rick and my death! May the erotic raping of my holes and my violent death give him the intense pleasure he so richly deserves!”
There are cries of “Here, here”. I see Monique’s eyes flash angrily. She’s going to be so happy watching me die.
Mr. Rick’s eyes flash lustfully as he drains his glass. I shiver with erotic anticipation. Soon I’ll have his cock all to myself, if only until the end of my shortened life.
I bring my glass to my lips, trembling as I drink it all. It burns as it goes down. Once more I ask myself what the hell I’m doing!
Nicole knew exactly what I wanted. The poison in the champagne will soon attack my internal organs and nerve endings. I remind myself this is all for Mr. Rick.
I finally invite him to come up onstage and rape his worthless snuff-whore. Nicole takes my glass and whispers into my ear. She tells me she’ll make sure the chair is ready and that my husband is contacted.
She steps away as Mr. Rick slowly comes up onstage. I remove his shirt. As we kiss, his hands grope my tits, causing me to cry out into his mouth from the breast pain.
I’m oblivious to everything around me as Mr. Rick takes me. He paws me until I feel fire everywhere he touches. It makes me writhe and whimper.
I fall to my knees to pull his pants down, freeing his impressive member. I smile at his wife as though indicating he’s mine now for the next several minutes. Then I start making love to his cock, kissing and licking it all over.
There’s no thought of Stewart whatsoever as I take that thick fuck-stick into my mouth. I finally get a taste of the forbidden fruit. Now I understand why Nicole was so jealous.
This is going to cost me my life. But my life was already over the moment that poker player fucked my cunt. All that is left for me now is to be filled by Mr. Rick’s wonderful rape-tool.
“Use me!” I gasp before he shoves his dick toward the back of my mouth. I feel him grab the back of my head. Then he drives it deep down my throat.
I gag on it as I feel the first stirrings of something more deadly. That’s when my stomach convulses. It’s begun.
He rapes my skull with a vengeance. It makes me wonder if he got any relief during the previous executions. I’m certain he did. But a quick cupping of his balls indicates he’s full and ready to explode. The stuff Nicole slipped into his drink isn’t taking already taking, is it?
I get enough of a glance to see Mistress and Monique being well serviced. Their two sluts’ faces are mashed into their pussies. Both bitches are aroused watching my suffering. Behind me I can hear Nicole working on the seat so it’ll be ready for my final performance.
Mr. Rick lets out a roar. His seed fills my mouth to overflowing. I’m astonished there’s so much of it.
I gulp it down as best I can. But it still leaks out around the sides of my mouth. His cum streaks down my cheeks. Having the opportunity to have my mouth fucked and then swallowing his load gives me an incredible warmth.
He pulls out of my mouth and roughly stands me up. He turns me around and gropes my tits. I cry out from the pain.
The fire I feel all through my body is horrible. I’m starting to regret my decision. Then he bends me forward.
I grab onto the chair before me that is now ready for the two of us. He brutally stabs my ass with his fuck-stick, pushing it all the way inside. My muscles clench hard from a burning fire.
I scream at the pain and violation. Then he savagely rapes me, pounding me mercilessly. My stomach convulses again.
A moment later my orgasm explodes violently. It’s a nasty side effect from the compounds in my body. I scream as my body shakes all over. The pleasure is mixed with mind-numbing pain from the additional chemicals as he continues to violently sodomize me.
I can’t help myself. The chemicals cause me to clench hard around his thrusting shaft. I furiously milk him just as hard as I can.
Instinctively I try to draw him deeper inside me. The pain is intense. I clench my lips in an effort not to cry out.
It hurts too much. I scream again as a second orgasm tears through my body. It’s incredible pleasure mixed with unbelievable misery.
I suddenly feel his fingers wrap around my throat. As he squeezes, my orgasm intensifies. That’s when I become a wild, pain-filled fuck-beast.
I buck and jerk as he brutally rapes my ass, deliciously squeezing my neck. Then he pulls out. He roughly twists my body around until he makes me kneel so he can jam that nasty-tasting cock into my mouth.
I taste my own shit-hole. The excitement and revulsion makes me shiver from an intense sexual lust. I’ve become his filthy whore.
He turns me back around to bend me over the chair. He stabs my ass again. Once more I scream out in pain.
A moment later another orgasm tears through me. I’m brutally ravaged by the sensations of pain and pleasure. It’s indescribable.
Hands savagely grope my fiery tits until I cry out again. Then they return to my neck, squeezing exquisitely. My scream is choked off.
I shudder uncontrollably as his cock explodes in my ass, spewing hot seed deep into my rectum. It feels like hot lava. It must be due to the chemicals reacting to the extremely sensitive membrane of my anal passage.
He pulls back out, throws my body around and cries out, “CLEAN IT, WHORE!” I fall to my knees where I gulp him down. He’s using me like a dirty whore.
Stewart, forgive me! God forgive me; I love it so! I want it so bad that it feels like I can’t seem to get enough.
He sits down in the chair. I notice it’s been properly prepared. Nicole is no longer on the stage; I must have missed the moment she left.
I’m forced into his lap with my back to him. My cunt is impaled on his throbbing dick. I face our private little audience.
Carmen and Sophia are being shared with Nadia and Felicity. Now they’re kneeling and licking out those two cunts. The attendants moan while watching me.
Mistress and Monique sit on the couch with their legs parted. I can see their wet arousal as they watch me get fucked. I can’t tell if Monique is jealous or if she’s just happy I’m about to be gloriously snuffed.
Two couples have wandered in. No doubt they’re here to investigate my screams coming from the stage. They watch in wide-eyed wonder.
Mr. Rick reaches around and savagely gropes my tits again. Another convulsion grips my stomach. I feel fire from my tits.
Another painful spasm takes me. The poison I’ve ingested is starting to set in. I won’t be alive much longer.
He starts bouncing me up and down in his lap. His cock goes deep in my cunt. Fingers wrap once more around my neck.
His squeeze sets me off again. Gawd; the orgasms are coming thick and fast! I can’t find my voice to scream anymore.
My body shudders as I gawk and gurgle. I cum all over his cock. His lap becomes wet with my flowing juices.
It’s so much better, yet far, far worse than I could’ve possibly imagined. My body is on fire as he rapes me. And yet I feel such an incredible warmth that I’m finally getting the fucking I deserve from the Club’s co-owner.
There is no thought of Stewart at all. It’s as though I’m not even married. All I can think about is Mr. Rick’s glorious rape-tool as he fucks and snuffs me.
He squeezes harder until another orgasm slams into me. It batters me mercilessly. I almost wish I could pass out. But the multiple poisons flowing through me won’t permit that.
I’m destined to experience it all. I’ll remain fully conscious for as long as I’m alive. I shudder hard, feeling as though my whole body is on fire.
My stomach convulses in pain again. I nearly bend over from the agony. His cock fills me as I feel it thrust up and down inside me.
The walls of my cunt spasm and clench around his pumping member with a terrible fire. I simply can’t let go of him. The damned thing is killing me… fucking me to death.
I have one last request. Somehow I manage to blurt it out through the fiery haze that is my vision. ”I want….. to see…. your face!”
He lifts me off his lap and spins me around. He fits my legs through the openings in the arms of the chair. Then I’m gloriously impaled in his lap again.
The pain is intense; it feels like I’m on fire. Then I’m cumming all over again. I scream into the air as it devastates me.
My shriek is cut off as he lashes out. He grabs my neck and chokes me hard. My whole body seizes up as another orgasm sets in.
The poison is really starting to take effect now. I’m having painful spasms almost continuously. My heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest.
I ride him furiously, bucking up and down. I impale myself so hard on his dick that I try to drive it all the way up through my cervix. Then I look deeply into his eyes.
I can see it; he wants this badly. He wants me… wants to fuck me… wants to snuff me! Seeing his lusts on full display drive me out of my mind…
“Snuff…. me…. need it….. now….. snuff your….. worthless….. fuck-whore!!”
His hands wrap tighter as he squeezes my neck. I feel my face flush red from lack of oxygen. A moment later I’m cumming all over his cock again as my eyes roll up into the back of my head.
The pain from the injections feels overwhelming. The poison inside me is all-consuming. My asphyxiation is so exquisite, so sublime. It’s all coming together now as my body writhes in pure agony.
His hands tighten and I feel my eyes start to bug out. At the same time I go into a series of seizures as the poison spreads throughout my body, interacting with the injections. My tongue slithers out as I try to gasp for breath.
I’m filled with an all-consuming fire. God; please make it stop! No, ravage me and make me suffer like the whore I’ve become!
The orgasms won’t stop now. They just keep coming one after another. My senses are overloading.
I pray for unconsciousness; pray for relief. But it’s brutally denied me. The only thing that will deliver me now is Mr. Rick snuffing me himself.
I look weakly into his face, mentally begging him to end me. Now I want deliverance. I’m at that point where my death is the only thing that will satisfy the both of us.
I see it in his face; gawd – he’s enjoying himself! An orgasm in particular hits me with devastating fury. I buck and shudder in his grasp.
My eyes beg him… “PLEASE!” I feel his fingers tighten. Then I can’t breathe at all.
My lungs heave; I can’t catch my breath. Now it just won’t stop. It’s never ending.
I gurgle as I feel his hands squeeze harder. I feel cartilage giving way as my throat is crushed. I hear little cricks, indicating my neck is being broken. Gawd; he’s really doing it!
My life flashes before my eyes. It goes by so fast. Then there’s a moment of clarity.
I think of Doris and Nicole. I’m grateful to Mistress. And I hope Monique is jealous as hell.
I feel something give with a snap. The pain is blinding, my orgasm a volcanic eruption. Then it’s suddenly gone in a flash… wiped away in a moment like chalk wiped from a chalkboard.
There’s nothing but my eyes bugging out. My tongue protrudes grotesquely. I’m astonished I can’t feel anything below my neck.
My face feels hot and flushed. I can’t feel my heart pounding in my chest as though it wants to explode. I can’t feel my lungs scream for air.
Then it’s gone – all gone. There’s nothing but everlasting darkness and relief. My vision collapses into nothingness. My expression of terror… lust… arousal… pain… all remain frozen on my face for all time.
I have no conscious knowledge of my bladder releasing into his lap. Nor do I feel his cock explode one last time into my fertile, dying cunt…
*****
Tia died with my hands wrapped around her neck, pissing into my lap at the very end. There was a gurgle as her body shuddered. But there was nothing left in her eyes. I’d crushed her neck, leaving her limp in my grasp.
On the couch, Mistress and Monique were panting heavily. Both had been serviced again. I saw them allow their sluts to kneel and gasp for breath, each face dripping with fluids. Chastity and my wife both looked worn out as Carmen and Sophia panted quietly.
By now several clients had gathered. They were privileged to watch the ending even though Tia was facing me. Some ended up fucking each other while they watched, which was ok with me.
When it was all over they quietly filed out, no doubt feeling as though they had been privileged to witness a private snuff show up on stage. Nicole seemed to know it was over. She quickly came up on stage with a towel in hand. There were tears in her eyes.
She began to disentangle Tia’s body from mine. “I’ll take care of her for you, sir,” she said quietly. “I’ll also notify Stewart.” I nodded at her as I accepted the towel, using it to dry myself off before putting my clothes back on.
Mistress was enthusiastic as always. “My dear boy, that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed! She really went all out for you, didn’t she?”
Monique gave me a bit of a dark look. I got the impression she was glad the attendant was dead. Then Mistress rose up with a sigh before looking at her two remaining trophies.
“I’m a little worn out from watching that. But I think we can find something to occupy these two until I get my second wind. Come along, bitches!”
Carmen and Sophia obediently rose to their feet. We all quietly filed out. We left Nicole to deal with Tia, yet another dead female in a steady stream of unlucky, snuffed attendants…
2010; 2020 (written Apr 2 ’10; ed. Feb 28 ‘20 by riwa)