"Michelle's Last Request Custom Story by request © Saran, 3/2" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/eXi4pYLg Created on: Sunday 8th of October 2017 06:54:48 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:17:34 AM UTC Michelle's Last Request Custom Story by request © Saran, 3/21/2017 Contains: Willing Hanging, snuff, Cooking suggested This was the first story written with an Island resort that I created as a place where women could get a cheap resort stay. Men, and women as well, willing to pay a premium can come to the island to hunt or find willing women to kill. You had begun searching for a way to fulfill your fantasies a couple of years ago but it would take on a serious nature about once every other month and you’d find bits and pieces of information that might lead somewhere if you ever followed up on them. You wanted to do it, you wanted to make it real but at the same time you weren’t sure about it. So when the mood hit you then you’d spend some time looking. You figured if you found what you were looking for then it was meant to be. That was until about a month ago. Someone actually gave you the answer you were looking for. It was a fantastic paradise island with some interesting additional packages available to people with the right amount of money. He had given you the name of the resort, Marwolaeth Resort. He had also given you an email address told you if you wanted to make the fantasy real then send an email with a brief explanation of what you wanted and all your contact information. It took you a week to get up the nerve to send the email and wonder if it was a hoax or something. You got a non descript package two days later. The return address was the Marwolaeth Resort though so you quickly opened it and pulled out a phone, a typical sales brochure of the resort and a short note. The note was pretty brief telling you the phone is encrypted and that the only number the phone would dial was to the resort. The note wasn’t signed. It was all so cryptic but you didn’t care. You had made up your mind and you were going to find a way to make your dream a reality so you pressed the call send and held the phone to your ear. The guy on the phone was cordial enough and answered your questions, even though you didn’t really have many. Along with confirming that the resort has the ability to fulfill your dream, he offered you a week’s stay at the all inclusive resort if you chose to have your dream fulfilled with them. He once again asked if this was what you wanted to do and you told him yes. He then told you to expect another package soon with a plane ticket for a private charter. He told you that you could change your mind and back out at any time but once you boarded the plane to the island you were committed. You thanked him for his time and then hung up. Sure enough, two days later you got an envelope with the resorts logo by private courier that had an itinerary and everything. The resort was gorgeous. No question about it this place was a 5 star establishment that put other 5 star resorts to shame. On the short drive from the air field to the resort’s main building you saw white sand beaches and wild flowers. You could actually get used to living in a place like this, but then you weren’t here to live. You smile to yourself at that thought. You checked in at the front desk and the quickly got you checked in and told you that everything was set and that I should head up to my room and get settled before doing anything else. It was slightly strange but then again this place wasn’t your average resort either. As you finished up you turned around and saw two young ladies walking down the main hall naked. You shot a look of amusement at the front desk clerk and she smiled back at you and promptly told you that what it was certainly not required the resort encouraged nudity on the whole of the island. You smiled as you had gone to the elevators and made the way to your room. Inside your room there was another envelope propped on the bed that you opened and read. This was why the clerk had told you to come here first, you realize, as there was information about her stay. Most of it was pretty mundane, such as the all inclusive meals and activities around the island, but there was also a card with a date and time for a meeting in one of the conference rooms on the main floor and a contact number if she should need anything during her stay. The meeting was at the end of the stay she had been given and could only be for one thing. You thought for a moment about it and the beaches and the exploring you could do, but it didn’t sit right with you. You wanted to do this now, or tomorrow maybe. Not at the end of the week, you’d already waited too long. So you called the number and asked about a meeting sooner and they complied. Tomorrow at 6pm you’d have your meeting. You were giddy as you hung up the phone and decided to take a walk on the beach that evening. You went out with a nice bikini but by the time you got back to the resort you had tossed it aside and were naked and enjoying the evening sun as it set. ----- We are sitting in two soft leather chairs facing each other in a small office in the main resort building. The camera I just set up is flashing red, showing that it is recording. You smile at me as I begin. “I looked at the email you sent to the resort and I want to make sure I have this straight,” I say taking a breath. “You want to be killed as slowly as possible, while your killer rapes you to death?” You nod vigorously. “Yes. That is exactly what I want.” “May I ask why?” “I don’t know really,” you say in thought. “Well, I think they are going to want to know a little bit more than that.” I say waving at the camera with a smile. You look at the camera and smile sheepishly. “Yeah, I know.” “Well why don’t you start with something simple? Tell them a little bit about yourself.” I suggest. “Ok,” you say with a smile. You turn to face the camera, “My name is Michele and I am 31 years old. I like long walks on the beach…” you pause a moment in thought. You smile as you add, “the beach here is nice but I think I prefer the beaches in Greece, no offense.” You turn and look to me but you aren’t done yet. “I have had the fantasy of offering myself to someone who will use me as they want, abuse my body any way they want and finally kill me anyway they want.” You turn to the camera with the last bit so it can pick up the sincerity in your eyes. I take a deep breath and ask, “This is something you want? You aren’t being coerced or pressured into this?” “No!” you say looking shocked. “It really is my idea. I finally want to fulfill my ultimate fantasy and truly live the dream.” “But… this isn’t going to be a dream” I say carefully. “This will be real.” “It better be,” you snap back at me. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be living my dream would I?” “To be sure I make this clear, if this is really what you want, you won’t live through it. Are you sure?” I ask again. “Ok, fine” you concede as you roll your eyes at me. “I want to die experiencing my fantasy.” “Ok then,” I lean forwards a bit, “What is your fantasy? How would you like to die?” “I told you that already,” you say with a smile. “The whole point of this… the whole reason it makes me so wet thinking about it… It’s all because I don’t make that choice. I don’t get to choose how I die or how much I suffer. Whoever kills me does.” I smile at your words and I turn to the camera, “Guess that means I get to decide.” I reach over and shut the camera off. I turn back to you and see it in your eyes, that realization that you have sitting with, and talking to, your killer. You had thought I was another one of the resorts staff getting something on video for legal reasons. Then you remember that this is a private island with its own laws. “You don’t need a taped confession do you?” You ask but continue before I can respond. “The man on the phone told me my consent was sealed when I stepped on the plane.” “No,” I say in answer to your question. “I taped that so I can watch it again later, relive it and cherish it. After all it’s not every day a man gets to kill a woman, especially by any means I choose.” You blush, “No I suppose not.” “I noticed you just got here, do you want to take some time to enjoy the island, revel in your final days?” I ask. “Not really” you say with a smirk. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for months. I’m ready for you to kill me now. Right here if you want.” You bat your eyes at me sweetly. “You are something else” I say as I give my head a shake. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait a little while longer. Take a walk and return to the front counter in an hour. They’ll tell you where to find me.” You start to move and I hold up my hand. “Almost forgot. Since you have given yourself to me to do with as I please, I want you to strip for me.” “Of course,” you intone lifting the light blouse you are wearing. You remove it quickly and place it over the back of the chair you were sitting in. You remove your bra and hold an arm over the cups while you pull your arms out of the straps. Then pulling it away you reveal your nice round tits to me. I smile and drink in the sight of you as you kick your sandals off. “I was a bit of a bad girl already,” you say with a finger to your lip at the side of your mouth. You slide your finger down your chin and then your hands over your tits and down your belly. You drag your fingers over your belly and around you back and unzip the zipper to your skirt. You let go and the skirt falls to the floor around your ankles. I understand what you mean as you reveal that you did not have panties on for our whole conversation and I can clearly see the moisture of your arousal. I look you over a few times from head to toe and resist the urge to touch you just yet. “You will remain like this until you come find me, with one addition,” I reach into my pocket and pull out a small choker, “You will wear this.” I show you the silk ribbon attached to a small oval tag that reads, ‘Snuff Toy.’ You shiver as you read the inscription. “Let me help you put it on,” I say turning you around. My hands come in front of you and place the silver tag to your throat and pull the ribbon behind you. “This marks you as mine and reminds you what you are. Though I don’t think you need reminding.” “No, I don’t” you reply with a sigh. “But it’s nice to be visibly labeled so everyone else knows.” “Glad you approve,” I say with a smirk. “Now run along and let me get setup.” You walk passed me and I reach out and give your ass a hard smack as you walk by. You jump and look at me but keep walking. Once out the door you head to the lobby and as you pass other guests you get double takes as they notice your collar. Based on where they are looking they aren’t surprised at all by your nudity, but the choker that’s an item of interest. Some guests look at it and smile but most look more confused the second time they read it but they don’t ask about it. You start to wonder what you should do for the next hour. You could go to your room and spend the time there away from prying eyes, but where would the fun in that be. You put your hand to your collar. You are a snuff toy and you feel a pride, and an excitement, growing inside you at that fact. You make it to the main hall of the lobby as your mind finally grabs hold of this fact. You are meat on the hoof… a toy from that man’s pleasure. It’s everything you have been dreaming of and it’s true. Nothing you can do will change it not that you would want to. You are so absorbed in your moment of self realization that you miss the couple in front of you asking a question. The man is a few inches taller than you and his wife is significantly shorter. He’s wearing a loose fitting shirts and khakis shorts with a pair of sandals. She’s standing there completely naked and smiling at you waiting expectantly. He has a curious look on his face too. “I’m sorry, did you ask me a question,” you ask a little ashamed to have missed it. “It’s ok, I recognize that look” the woman says with a smirk. “The question was about your collar. Is it true?” You look at her with a slight look of confusion. Does she know about this place or was there something else to it? The woman giggles a bit looking at her husband. “I don’t mean to pry, but I’m curious if you really are someone’s snuff toy.” You smile sheepishly as you realize that they do know what it means, “Yes, I am.” As the words are out of your mouth you realize that if she knows what it means then she might have something in common. The thought is confirmed as the pair exchange looks and she grins. “See dear. I knew the prices for this place were too good not to be subsidized in some way.” The man said. “Once again you’re right. Why do I ever doubt you?” the woman responds and then turns to you her face beaming. “Where are our manors, asking such a question and not introducing ourselves?” she smacks her husband. “I’m Julie and this is my husband Josh.” “Nice to meet you,” you reply. “My names Mich…” you stop and consider your new designation. “My name is unimportant, I’m a snuff toy.” Julie giggles at that and then asks, “So how do you feel about that?” “I’m excited,” you admit with a broad smile. “I’m curious how it works, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” Julie asks. “I have an hour, but I’ll answer anything I can. I’m not an expert or anything, but I’ll any questions I can.” You tell her. Josh leads you all to a corner of the lobby where you can all sit and have some privacy. He waits as Julie sits and looks to you as you sit across from Julie. Finally Josh sits next to his wife. You notice that Julie crosses her legs and places her hand in her lap. You get the impression she’s not hiding per se, but just getting comfortable. You decide to be bold and out there, after all you’re just a dead woman so you might as well flaunt your body. You spread your knees to the side of the chair and place your hands up on the arm rests and lean back. You note Josh as he looks at your pussy as you display it for the couple. You smile at the attention and watch Julie’s reaction to his overt staring. She doesn’t seem to mind and is staring herself. Julie breathes deeply and moves a hand over to Josh’s lap. He fidgets a moment or two before he returns the favor. “You know, you’re being an awful tease.” He tells his wife. “Yes I am, but it obvious this place has ways of disposing of a body, you could always strangle me to death later as you fuck me silly.” She retorts. This gets an interesting look from Josh. “But we’re ignoring the nice lady here. She might enjoy watching me die, but I have questions and sadly she doesn’t have time for both.” The next 40 minutes went by like nothing. You and Julie hit it off and talked all about willing snuff toy’s and ways to die. Julie preferred manual strangulation and had told you about a time that her husband, before they got married, had grabbed hold of her neck and lifted her off the floor as he strangled her. You could actually picture the man holding her at arm’s length where she couldn’t kick him and strangling her petite frame. You had given them the Special Concierge number you had been given as you all went your separate ways. They had gone up to their room, clearly something on their minds. You had an obligation to fulfill though, touching the choker you were wearing you headed to the front desk. You told them who you were and that you were supposed to meet someone and they quickly gave you the location. You made your way to the private room that they had given you and used the card key to enter. There is a small table on the other side of the door so you place the card key on the table and continue into the darkened room. Report to moderator Logged saran Newbie * Posts: 8 View Profile Personal Message (Offline) Re: Michelle's Last Request (Hanging, snuff, Cooking suggested, Willing) « Reply #1 on: October 04, 2017, 10:31:38 pm » Quote Part 2 of 3 As you enter further a couple of lights come on and you see me standing under one of them. I’m looking at you as you walk in. I look up and down your lithe frame admiring your muscle tone and your willingness to die for me. I know there is nowhere for you to go, it is an island and I know that you are aware of the rules should you have tried to run away, but after the interview an hour ago I knew I had no reason to doubt you would return. “Welcome back to my play room” I tell you. The rest of the room remains shrouded in darkness, the method of your death is still hidden from your eyes but my voice is at once soothing and commanding. There is an air to my voice that you can’t help but listen to and get sucked in. “Who are you?” I ask. You think for a brief moment of how you introduced yourself to Josh and Julie and you know what answer I want. “I am no one master.” I tip my head at that, “You are no one, that is good, but why call me master?” “I have given myself to you to do with as you please. I will die by a method of your choosing. You hold my life in your hands and your will is my command… are you not my master?” You ask. “Yes, I am” I reply with a grin. "Are you ready slave?” I return. “I am but a toy for you to play with, ready or not I am yours.” You reply quietly. You can feel yourself getting wet already. You have no idea what is in this room and no idea what I have in store for you and that thought alone has you almost creaming yourself. You follow me deeper into the darkness and finally a light turns on illuminating the middle of the room. There is a gallows here in the center but there is no platform, there is no trap door in the floor. You see the noose hanging at your head height. At the sight you let out a small gasp but do not stop walking. “Step up to the noose, slut.” I command. You feel a shudder run through you and you obey. I come up beside you and lay the noose over your head, tighten the loop removing all the slack and then positioning the knot. I move around behind you and lean in. You feel the heat from my face just off your ear. “Are you ready for me to take what is mine?” I ask. You don’t trust your voice so you simply nod. The whirring of an electric motor turns on behind you and you know it is a winch that will pull you off your feet. You feel the slack come out of the rope and the knot begins to rise. Your heartbeat quickens as does your breathing at the anticipation of what is to come. The knot pushes against your head as the slack is now gone and you begin to feel the pull of the noose. As it pulls harder you lift your heels off the floor and balance on the balls of your feet. You have to lift your heels more as you feel my breath on your neck and shoulders, still no more than an inch from your skin. The whirring of the winch stops with your heels off the floor and the balls of your feet still firmly planted on the ground. The position reminds you of wearing a pair of six inch heels, but you can’t actually stand on them. You relax your foot and immediately you feel the noose take some of your weight. You relax a little more testing the feel of the noose around your neck. You sigh heavily the air rushing past the light constriction this causes with a rasp. I watch your body shift as you relax and allow the noose take your weight. I’m still leaning close to you and looking at your body as you slowly relax. I watch as your arms remain at your side, still not moving at all. I look down at your bare feet as you relax more and finally lift your toes from the floor hanging entirely. The noose doesn’t constrict at all, it holds you tightly but does not get tighter. You find that you can pull in breath past the noose with a good deal of effort. My breath flows over your shoulder and you can feel the heat of my body behind you as your senses seem to heighten. My lips touch the base of your neck as I kiss you there. Your body shudders from head to toe with a mini orgasm from the touch and the anticipation. You put your feet down and take the weight from your neck and your breathing returns to normal, if not a little quicker. Your hand comes up slowly to your neck and caresses the noose and you moan. You look behind you as you realize you don’t sense my presence anymore. I’m not there but I come out of the blackness beyond and I have a length of rope in my hands. You smile at me and place your hands behind your back knowing what the rope is for. I smile back at you as I come up behind you. I drop an end of the rope to the floor and you feel it roll up under your feet, tickling the sole of your foot just a bit. I grab each of your wrists gently and cross them before tying a quick knot around one wrist. I then wrap the rope over and under your wrists and arms weaving a pattern, keeping the ropes even and just barely loose. You feel the rope move under your feet as I use up the slack and then the end brushes the back of your calf and then the back of your thigh. I then wrap the end between your wrists, around the ropes and pull each wrap tight. This makes the ropes around your wrists tighten significantly, but not too tight. I finish off the lashing and then move around in front of you. “How do you feel,” I ask you. “Like a toy to be used. Use me master.” You beg. “I intend to” I say with a smile. I pull off my shirt revealing a hairy chest and arms. I’m well toned, but I have a bit of a gut. Despite what I’m doing, my eyes never leave your beautiful body. I remove my shoes, then my socks and finally I pull my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My dick is already standing proud and hard. I step out of my clothes and kick them off to the side then step up in front of you. Again you hear the winch as it pulls you higher. You try and keep the pressure off your neck as you rise up even more and then you are on your toes. Moments later your toes slide on the floor and then are free of the floor. “I’m going to fuck you now” I tell you as I step up to you. You spread your legs for me accepting whatever I have in mind to give you. I place my dick to your pussy and rub the head between your lips. I smile at how wet you already are. The winch stops as I play with your pussy, rubbing my dick up and down your slit. I watch your tits bounce with your efforts to breathe. I wrap my arm around you back and pull you into me, pushing my dick into your pussy, but you are too high so it only goes in a couple inches. You wrap your legs around me and pull yourself down to me. The noose doesn’t tighten any but the rope digs into your neck making it much harder to breathe. You here the winch starts again and you can feel your body lower, you pull with your legs, hungry to take my dick as deep as you can. It stops and now you can pull with your legs so that your pussy touches the base of my dick. Doing so digs the rope into your neck making it exceptionally hard to breathe. You know that if you hold me this tight you will die quicker but you don’t care. You relax your legs as I pull out of your pussy and then slam back into you as you are now at just the right height. I begin to pound at your pussy with slow hard thrusts. You find and match my rhythm making the noose bite harder into your neck to meet my thrusts. I watch your face as you express pure pleasure as your body embraces the noose and my dick inside you. You shudder around me in a powerful orgasm. You ride through your orgasm as I pound your pussy. As you come down from your high you realize I have not yet had my release and you double your efforts to bring me off. Your pussy clinches around me as I hammer into your body. You arch your back a bit changing my angle of entry and I thrust even deeper into your pussy. Your eyes open in shock and pleasure as I finally hit your cervix and continue to pound into it. Your mind converts the pain in your cervix as I hit it over and over into sexual pleasure and you immediately feel another orgasm rise in you. You can feel my need as I increase my pace and the force of my thrusts into you. You are more than a little lightheaded now and your body is screaming for air that you know isn’t coming. You smile as you feel what you believe to be your last orgasm building. I continue to drive into you as my orgasm builds as I sense your body’s need for oxygen has about reached its limit. I can feel the occasional spasm as your body fights the noose even though your mind has accepted its fate. You want to die for me. You want me to enjoy your death and you know I am. You feel the edges close in on you as your body shakes violently with the best orgasm you can remember. Still pounding at your cervix and thrusting into you as hard and as fast as I can I feel your orgasm take you again. I feel the muscles in your body start firing in chaos and your pussy clench and release in spasms. It’s too much for me to hold back anymore and I cum into your pussy as I bury my dick as far into you as possible. The last thing you feel is the sensation of me ejaculating forcefully into your cervix. Then you wake, gasping for breath and lying on the floor. You’re not dead, you’re still alive… or are you. You see me above you and the noose rope hanging loosely but you can feel the noose around your neck still. It’s not tight as the loop has been pulled open. “Wha… wha…” you try and speak but nothing comes out. Your head is fuzzy but you start to feel clarity seep in from the edges. “Shhh… don’t speak.” I tell you calmly. “You didn’t think I was going to be done with you so soon did you?” I ask. You look up at me as your breathing begins to slow and you understand what I am telling you. It takes a moment to pierce the fog but it manages. You realize that I’m going to make you pass out more that death will be a mercy when it finally comes. You realize that this means you are in for a lot of pain, but you don’t care. You are mine and I am taking my pleasure from your body. “I’m… yours…” you croak through your sore throat. “Yes, you are” I say with a smile. “You’re clearly ready for more.” You sit up, with a little help from me and then I stand and lift you to your feet. You hear the winch start to take up the slack again as you move around on your feet again getting the blood flowing and taking deep breathes so that you can last as long as possible for me. You feel the noose pull on your neck and you lift your heels again to keep your weight off the noose. Within a minute your toes drag the floor and you are dancing on air again. I come up behind you as I watch your toes point to the floor and your legs stretch as if you could reach solid ground. I grab your hips and pull you backward. You understand what is coming and you spread your legs again for me. I continue to pull your hips backward and the winch reverses for a few seconds. Your torso is now flat , but above the floor and your legs are hanging from your hips as my hands hold you in place and pull you onto my dick. I push into your ass with insistence. My dick is pushing into your guts and spreading your anal ring painfully. I’m so thick in your ass you can’t believe nothing has torn. You feel my hips touch the back of your ass as I reach my full depth. You feel so full, so fulfilled like this. The rope digs into the front of your neck cutting off all air to your lungs. Your head is pounding and you can feel your heart trying to hammer its way out of your chest. More importantly you feel me in your ass and are content. You can die right now knowing your purpose has been fulfilled but you know that won’t happen. I’m not done with you, I told you that and you believe it. I pull out of your ass and shove my dick back into you hard. You would cry out if you could but the noose strangles back any sound you might make. I pull out and thrust into you again. I watch as your feet start to quiver and your hands twitch and pull at the bindings. Your head twitches back and forth as I fuck your ass and as you try and breathe. I speed up as I know you won’t last long in this position. My thrusts become harder and more insistent. They become faster and deeper with each thrust and your eyes roll back into your head as you take me in the ass. You accept me completely as pain turns to pleasure as I hammer your ass. As your body begins to shake and your legs begin to jerk in chaos I twist your hips and start pounding you from a different angle. You can feel your anal ring stretching to its limit and then finally you feel it tear. It’s not a small tear, it rips open and you feel your ass catch fire. It burns, but your brain doesn’t know any better it’s just more pleasure. You orgasm as once again you feel the blackness taking you. You buck on around my dick as you feel me pump more cum into your body, this time filling your colon. Then your mind gives up and the blackness takes over. You wake, lying on the floor face to the ceiling. A rope hangs from above you and rests on your neck. No, that’s the noose and it is still around your neck. You aren’t gasping for breath so you realize that you have been out for a time, at least long enough for your body to catch up and your breathing to normalize. You look around for me and see me walking toward you, coming around your feet. You smile at me as I approach and I return your smile. “Good, you haven’t decided to abandon the party too early I see.” I tell you. “I would…” you begin testing your ability to speak. It hurts a bit to force the words through your throat but you continue anyway, determined to express your willingness to me again, “Never leave… early… master.” “You wouldn’t, would you?” I ask with a certain awe at your commitment. “No master. You are the only one who can release me… and only with my death.” You tell me. Clearly you have recovered enough for some more. You watch as I twirl my finger and you hear the winch start up again and look up to see the rope start to disappear through the pulley at the top of the gallows. You roll over onto your belly and pull your knees up underneath you. You don’t move any more than that waiting for the noose to pull you up. I watch as you let the rope pull you up off the floor until you can easily sit up right. You stay on your knees until the rope get’s tight again and you have to rise up to keep it from choking you. You stand slowly, allowing the noose to remain just snug and then rise to the balls of your feet as it keeps lifting you higher. You feel your toes leave the ground and you shudder with the feeling of the air beneath you. This time the winch stops as soon as your toes leave the floor. You can stretch and touch, but you can’t push yourself up enough to get a good breath. The loop hasn’t closed so if you move your neck just right you can get a sip of air, but it takes effort. Your eyes flutter as your body quakes with the feeling. You catch movement and open your eyes to see me step up to you. “You’ve been great so far,” I tell you balling up my fists and then relaxing them. “Now it’s time for me to get a little exercise. I know you don’t mind.” You see me ball up my fists and you have a strong inkling about what I intend to do with those fists and still you nod at me. You don’t mind as you are mine, if only you could tell me that but the noose won’t let you. You see the pleasure in my eyes as I widen my stance and bring my fists up to my chest. I look into your eyes and throw a jab at your belly. The punch lands a just below your ribs on the left side. You feel the force of the blow and you wince at the pain. You watch as I readjust my stance getting a little bit lower and then jab again. This one lands lower, just above your belly button and it feels like I’ve just forced my fist through your belly. If you weren’t already hanging it would have forced the air form your lungs. You eyes widen and your mouth opens as you try and cry out. No sound comes from your lips. Satisfied with where the punch lands I begin to rain blows upon your body. Quick hard blows hammer home all around your belly as your body starts to twist with the off center blows. I keep up a rhythm of landing punches to keep you facing me. Your belly feels like it’s on fire as I continue to pummel you and bruises begin to form on your belly as I continue to batter you. I start moving my punches up and down your torso, hitting your belly, your tits and occasionally an uppercut into your cunt. Your mouth is open in a silent scream as I continue to beat you as your vision once again begins to fade and you feel the fog surround you and press down. You are lightheaded and almost giddy despite the beating you are getting and the last thought before you pass out is that you won’t be able to stand after this. You come to lying on your back and facing the ceiling again. Your belly, tits and cunt are so sore you can’t move a muscle without pain rippling through your body. You lift your head, feeling the pull of ripped muscles in your stomach as you do. You taste blood on your lips and realize you are probably already dead at this point. Enough internal damage has been caused that you wouldn’t survive even if brought to the hospital. Of course it would probably still take hours to die from this alone. You realize though that since you are still alive I am not done with you. Report to moderator Logged saran Newbie * Posts: 8 View Profile Personal Message (Offline) Re: Michelle's Last Request (Hanging, snuff, Cooking suggested, Willing) « Reply #2 on: October 04, 2017, 10:35:10 pm » Quote Part 3 of 3 You see me approach and smile up at me as best you can. The blood on your teeth makes me smile. “Don’t worry, I’m just about done with you” I intone with genuine affection. “I’m… just…” breathing hurts and you cough trying to get out the words, but you are determined to get them out so as your coughing dies down you continue, “your… toy. Done… or… not… I’m… not…worried.” You manage to get it all out between short breaths before you start coughing again. I can see the pain on your face as the muscles in your belly tense and pull. I drink in your pain, your willingness and your beauty. I look into the darkness and the winch starts up again. You look up at the rope as it winds upward and you know that you can’t lift yourself. You expect to be lifted from the floor by the noose and hang immediately. I step over you and bend my knees. I’m practically sitting on you, but my ass only brushes against your bruised mons. I push my hands underneath you and lift you into a sitting position. You cry out at the pain of motion but try and relax and let me do whatever I want. I put my arms underneath your arm pits and lift you up. I stand there with you in my arms and I kiss you. You kiss me back and part your lips. My tongue explores your mouth and tastes your blood on your lips. You can feel the need in my kiss and you give it back as best you can. The kiss lasts until you feel the noose tug at your neck and I let go of you allowing you to hang as you put your feet under you. You try and lift yourself up but you simply can’t summon the strength to stand on your own. You look around into the darkness and then hear my bare feet pad back across the floor to you. I stand in front of you holding a fillet knife and I smile. I wave with the knife to the darkness and your eyes move weekly to watch as the lights in the room slowly come up. In one corner of the room, no more than 10 feet away is a small set of risers with 10 people on it watching. They are all naked and they are all excited to watch. Some of the women are on their hands and knees as a guy stands behind them fucking them. “They thank you for your gift tonight” I tell you with a smile. “I thank you for your gift and will remember you for a long time to come. You have been the best snuff toy I’ve had in a very long time.” You open your mouth and blink your eyes trying to breathe, but you just can’t force any air from your lungs or into them anymore. The only reason you are upright is the noose holding you up. I step in front of you and smile. “Goodbye snuff toy.” I tell you as I place the knife to your belly, just above the pubic bone. You look into my eyes with a deep need for the blade and as I push it in your eyes simply widen as your chest heaves. I don’t wait long, you’ll likely pass out again from lack of oxygen if I dally so I start to pull the knife out and up slicing open your belly. Your sundered belly and the blood pooling there begins to flow from your body freely. As the knife reaches your ribs I stop and your belly pushes open, your guts trying to push out. I remove the knife from your chest and place it against your pelvis on the right side and push it in quickly. Following the pelvic bone I cut your lower belly open and when the horizontal cut meets the vertical one at the center it falls open allowing your guts to fall from your body and land on the floor with a sickening splat. I don’t stop cutting as I open your belly all the way to your left side. Your body spasms as it tries to breathe and you try to scream. Even as weak as you are your body trying to tell me how much pain you are in. But I can also see the light fading from your eyes. I reach into your body and start pulling more of your guts out and letting them fall. As I continue I place my other hand at the back of your head, you can feel the knife handle pressing against you as I pull you into another kiss. I empty your belly as I look deep into your eyes as the light fades, slowly dims and finally is gone. The audience applauds your death, though you would never hear it. I finish kissing your dead lips and then reach up with the knife and cut the rope. Your body falls unceremoniously to the floor and your head smacks the floor with a heavy thud. Your body is twisted at all kinds of funny angles. I pull the noose from your neck and take that as a souvenir but leave your body behind. I’ve made a deal with the resort and they will be coming in a few minutes to spit your corpse and hang it in the cooler for a beach BBQ in the morning. You’ll get your wish, a spit roast in view of the ocean, but sadly I can’t give you the last view of it as you cook.