## Archive-name: no_greater_love

From: anon3a9c@nyx10.cs.du.edu (Damien)

Subject: AR: No Greater Love [1/1] Mf, hanging, snuff

Keywords: hanging, snuff, breath control

Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.asphyx,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories

NOTE: Don't write asking for stories you missed. I'm "going out of business" early this month and won't respond after that. See the "Summary of the hanging story archive" article for instructions on getting them from Deja News.

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Posted by permission of the author.

This story is for the erotic enjoyment of open-minded adults who
might enjoy reading it. If you are under the age of 18, don't read
this -- read some less explicit story.

This story contains extremely strong hardcore stuff, including
graphic depictions of sex and murder. Don't read any further if this
bothers you.

This story does not represent any desire on my part to do any of the
illegal acts I described. I just like to write and read about such
things.

Note: Flames cheerfully ignored. Other stories about breath
control/asphyxia wanted.

This scene was extracted from a much longer story, "No Greater Love", which was originally posted on alt.tasteless, then reposted to alt.sex.stories on Jan 13, 1994. It is based on images drawn by Dolcett, an artist who does _extreme_ stuff. It contained scenes of a female slave being tortured and humiliated before being stuffed for cooking as the main course.

The full story can be found on Bill Majors' Hedonism BBS, 310-631-7697. It is in conference 8 ("adult"), directory 25, file NOGRTLV.ZIP.

I (Damien) uploaded this to the archive because the girl appears to enjoy her hanging.

The authors are given as:
an6445@anon.penet.fi
an47164@anon.penet.fi

In addition to extracting the hanging scene, I (Damien) have done a small amount of editing. The notice in the disclaimer requires that it be included intact; I have done so even though much of the squick material is not included in this extract.

I should add that I (Damien) make no claim on this story or my extraction from it. Refer questions(*) and comments to the original authors.

(*) Including questions about its commercial use

Graphic descriptions of extreme torture and other sadomasochistic activity are included in the following story. Not to mention heterosexual conjoining. Some would say that there's a pretty high squick factor to this piece. Comments, positive or negative, can be e-mailed to either the above address, or to an47164@anon.penet.fi. This story was a collaborative work, and is copyrighted by the authors. It is intended for the private use of persons downloading it. If you want to post this somewhere else, this disclaimer must be included, as well as the names of the authors. All commercial rights are reserved.

Extract from

No Greater Love
by
QuestionMark
and
SumYungGai

"Slave Darlene, you have been the best slave I have ever possessed. It is not likely that I will ever have anyone again who will serve me as well as you have. And that is why I am going to put you to one last use, and do it in a way which will satisfy, once and for all, your desire to serve me absolutely."

A mixture of bewilderment mixed with fear found expression on Darlene's tear stained face as she attempted to interpret what Master Robert was telling her. Was she to be set free? The concept made her shudder with fear. She would have no idea how to behave as anything other than Robert's slave. She was willing to do anything to please him, and she longed for new forms of torture and punishment to be devised for his use of her. Was it going to end? How could this be? Had she displeased him in some way? But he had mentioned her satisfaction. What did that mean?

"You know that I do not normally tell you what is to happen to you before putting you to my uses. This time, however, I am going to break that custom and explain in full detail the ordeal which you will now endure."

"There is a banquet tonight, and it is in your honor. In fact, you will be the main attraction. In a few moments, you will be taken into the kitchen, where preparations will be made to serve you as the main course at the banquet. You are going to be given the privilege of offering yourself as the ultimate slave sacrifice. You will die at my command, and your body will be served as food to my friends, who will then be able to truly admire the depth of your service. Your name will live forever as one who was totally devoted to her master."

Darlene's whole face lit up as she considered what he said. Had it been permitted, she would have leapt from the table to his feet in worship. How could he have known that she had longed for the day when she could give her life to him so completely? Her twisted mind conceived of all sorts of ways that her death might come, and her body shuddered uncontrollably as mini orgasms shot through her just at the thought of what was about to happen to her.

Then, to her utter shock, and complete amazement, her master leaned over and kissed her fully on the mouth -- something he had NEVER done before. He then placed a blindfold over her eyes.

"Good by, sweet slave. Your release I give you as a parting gift. You cannot know the depth of my loss as we separate. You are truly unique."

Darlene felt the cart she was on begin to move as several helpers rolled it through a set of doors at the side of the room. Cooking smells wafted up to her nose and her excitement built.

[ a description of Darlene being stuffed for cooking and her
orifices sewn up follows. I have left it out as not interesting
to this archive. ]

Her handlers took her from the cart. Her arms were tightly bound behind her, elbows and wrists tightly tied together. She was led up two steps, stumbling in her weariness, to what seemed to be a platform. Now her ankles were also securely bound together and her collar was removed. She protested weakly at this, for her collar had been a fixture of her existence as long as she could remember, a symbol of her ownership by Master Robert.

But then, suddenly, she felt something else around her neck. Rope. A smile of such sweetness filled her face at that moment that even the hardened veterans of this charnel house were nearly moved to tears. Sir Robert, if she could have seen him, was openly weeping, albeit silently.

Her head was up and her smile continued to beam from her almost saintly countenance as the noose was tightened around her neck. She heard a lever being moved and she felt the floor beneath her feet give way.

"Goodbye, Ma--"

Her parting words were cut off as she dropped one foot straight down and the rope cut into her lovely neck, stopping the flow of air which made speech possible. Had this been a normal execution-style hanging, her end would have been swift -- a quickly broken neck and snapped spinal cord -- but this was no ordinary place, and so, she was doomed to strangle to death, swaying and jerking at the end of a rope.

Her smile never left her face, however, and she met her end bravely, her choking, gagging cries seemingly of ecstasy rather than fear. Her breasts heaved as her lungs involuntarily fought for air which would not come, her body betraying her mind which had long ago accepted whatever fate her master chose for her. She was cumming, even while being slowly strangled, her hips pumping to and fro as if fucking an imaginary lover. The rope quickly buried itself in her neck, every movement of her dying body causing the loop to grow tighter. Her last fleeting thoughts were of joy at being used this way. She could have conceived of no finer fate than to die at her master's command, and to be honored by being the entree at his banquet table. He would consume her flesh, making her part of him forever. She was content.

At last, her tongue protruding from between lips now turned blue by lack of oxygen, her body stopped jerking, her chest stopped heaving, and her only motion was a gentle swaying back and forth at the end of the rope. There was a moment of silence in the kitchen as all had turned to watch this devoted slave make the ultimate sacrifice for her master. It was a moving spectacle.

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