poll for deleting snuff stories

[BOBBY SHEPHERD]

I am new to posting on this forum although I have been a member for some time ,this is the first issue I feel like I should respond to.
I am an author and post on this site,I also write some Snuff stories.This does not mean that I do any of it in real life,or want anyone to do anything I write about.Everthing I write is FICTION.If my stories upset anyone I ask that they not read them.
When we start to censor things it reminds me of Nazi Germany and Adolf Hitler,first you burn the books and then you burn people.

[Curtis]

All right, people, let's try this again:

The person who started this thread -- TWO YEARS AGO -- has long since disappeared from the Forum and has no interest in our opinions. Jinn is not going to stop posting snuff stories to the Library, so why are so many people acting as though this is an actual issue?

There's no real debate, because everyone is on the same side of the issue (even LaJan, if I understand his post; he's seems to be debating a semantic point within Jeanne's post, not disagreeing with her general concept. I'm sure he'll be by to correct me if I got that wrong), and even if there was a debate, the decision has long since been made, so the debate that doesn't exist would be moot if it did exist.

I swear to God that the only reason you people show up to post every day is to see how high you can raise my blood pressure. I know! How about another rousing round of "Why Are BDSM Girls All Fat and Ugly"? Jesus! Here's a quarter -- go buy a clue!

[slavelucy]

Yes..I really must watch how I post things. I didn't mean anything by it either, it just seems to come out that way. I think I'll spend more time reading how my posts come off, instead of how effectively I want to make my point.

Actually Fetish, i agreed with what you said; i'm sure La Jan didn't mean anything by it, but if the definition of being a submissive is, in terms of this site and otherwise, to be silent and meek, then, er, i shall be forced to throw in the submissive towel!!

i kinda also agree with Curtis as well, everyone is all arguing roughly the same point and i'm starting to wonder if it's been done to death. *taps Curtis's blood pressure monitor* breathe dear, breathe!

sl

[fetish101]

I swear to God that the only reason you people show up to post every day is to see how high you can raise my blood pressure. I know! How about another rousing round of "Why Are BDSM Girls All Fat and Ugly"? Jesus! Here's a quarter -- go buy a clue!

calm down buddy, we're not violating any rules by continuing to talk on the issue. If you feel so strongly, here's my advice: don't open the thread. You know what's it's gonna be about when you open it, yet you still get mad. Curious.

[BOBBY SHEPHERD]

Thank you for your re.I knew it was a mistake as soon as I hit the submit button.So do not worry about me doing it again.I will keep my thoughts on this subject and all others to myself from now on.
THANK YOU

[redEva]

calm down buddy, we're not violating any rules by continuing to talk on the issue. If you feel so strongly, here's my advice: don't open the thread. You know what's it's gonna be about when you open it, yet you still get mad. Curious.

LOL @ fetish101

Originaly posted by East meets West Co.
The sociable and honest attributes of the Rat curb the impulsive and sometimes hot-tempered Aries.

Do be carefull not to raise your own bloodpreasure!

[redEva]

Thank you for your re.I knew it was a mistake as soon as I hit the submit button.So do not worry about me doing it again.I will keep my thoughts on this subject and all others to myself from now on.
THANK YOU

HEY HEY HEY!
Open minded - is what we like to call our self! Sourpuss comments - they will always appear, does not mean they should keep you from posting - Gods know they do not stop way to many ppl even when they are valid.

Do you get discouraged when someone comments and says your story is no good? i hope not - cause i have seen rotten comments on the "classic" stories. In short! Don't give up on us Bobby - we are always happy to have writers take part in our discussions. And - if that means anything to you - I personally and most of the people that posted on this thread - AGREE with you!

so..... see you around!?

[fetish101]

LOL @ fetish101


Do be carefull not to raise your own bloodpreasure!

My blood pressure?

[LaJan]

Thanks Curtis. You and the BDSM_Tourguide did capture the essence of what I was saying. But Curtis, the thread is ancient to you because you?ve been reading it for years. Those of us who have only recently joined the site (Is 2002 recent enough?) or are new to forums have never been over-exposed to this topic. (By the way, don't consider using Viagra with questionable blood pressure. That is a joke, all you serious-minded folks!*)

Maybe I'm the only one here old enough to have personally known the fervor regarding the book, "Lolita". As I recall, that (fictional) story was written about an under-aged sexual relationship. I don't seem to recall anything about the book being illustrated and, had it been so, it would have caused an entirely different controversy, as the movie did many years later. However, it (the book) was banned as child pornography simply by its written words. To call child porn only images of actual persons is to come dangerous close to being arrested for being in possession of illegal literature, thankfully no longer, Lolita. So, I believe my comparison of snuff literature to other banned literature remains valid: both are seen as objectionable to some people.

Regarding my comment about subs, as I said (with the clear indication that I was laughing), I know nothing about submissive lifestyles. Attacking my admission of ignorance is hardly necessary and seems redundant, doesn't it? LOL! (I'm 'Laughing Out Loud' at myself, just in case someone thinks I am foolish enough to repeat the previous misunderstanding). I was merely referring to the location jeanne states on her profile: teacher. Perhaps I'm twisted but that got a giggle out of me. In no way was my offhand comment meant to offend anyone in any way at any time. If my joke was taken that way, I humbly apologize.

I am shocked at how many people feel the need to explain that they don't kill other people because they read or write snuff stories. If we all needed to explain that 'fiction is not fact' every time we posted anything, this site would be buried in more explanations than stories and forum posts combined. LOL! (Please see above.) Of course, I don't believe snuff stories are any truer than my rape stories are true (with a few carefully explained exceptions). Nor do I believe that any type of fiction incites healthy persons to do unhealthy actions, no matter what they are. And yes, everyone is entitled to their hirsute preferences, whether it be crotches, armpits, lips, backs, arms, or tongues for that matter.

My point as 'devil's advocate' was so weirdly interpreted - especially in light of my literary contributions (including bestiality, under-aged homosexual sex, homo- and heterosexual rape, gang rape, humiliation, forced pregnancy, and horror [and that's in just one story]) - that I am afraid I may need to repeat BOBBY's contrite response! And to think what kind of comments and ratings my stories are going to get now? Can you say 'shitstorm'?

For the record, I am not now nor have I ever been in favour of banning anything used or enjoyed in the privacy of someone's home (*including doms and subs). Thus, anything written falls within the category of 'acceptable' to me. I will not enjoy many things written or depicted in images but I simply can't ignore the fact that I cherish my (our) freedoms.

*OK, I am banning myself from this thread for life. BOBBY, would you like some company in an uncontroversial thread like, oh... arson at nuclear power plants?

PS Using SpelChek totally screwed up my carefully typed response. If you see any stray question marks I missed, please assume they are some other type of punctuation. *Damned computerized technology.

LJ

All right, people, let's try this again:

The person who started this thread -- TWO YEARS AGO -- has long since disappeared from the Forum and has no interest in our opinions. Jinn is not going to stop posting snuff stories to the Library, so why are so many people acting as though this is an actual issue?

There's no real debate, because everyone is on the same side of the issue (even LaJan, if I understand his post; he's seems to be debating a semantic point within Jeanne's post, not disagreeing with her general concept. I'm sure he'll be by to correct me if I got that wrong)...

...the only reason you people show up to post every day is to see how high you can raise my blood pressure...

[fetish101]

Regarding my comment about subs, as I said (with the clear indication that I was laughing), I know nothing about submissive lifestyles. Attacking my admission of ignorance is hardly necessary and seems redundant, doesn't it? LOL! (I'm 'Laughing Out Loud' at myself, just in case someone thinks I am foolish enough to repeat the previous misunderstanding). I was merely referring to the location jeanne states on her profile: teacher. Perhaps I'm twisted but that got a giggle out of me. In no way was my offhand comment meant to offend anyone in any way at any time. If my joke was taken that way, I humbly apologize.

LJ

Yes...I realize that I too sounded way to serious in how I said that whole bit. I realized you were making a joke of sorts, but I did not realize you were simply referring to her being a teacher and a submissive at the same time (which is still not a contradiction..but whatever). I thought you were referring to her posting her opinion on the board, instead of being submissive and simply saying "yes sir". No need to apologize, in fact I'll apologize to you for being so serious about it all.

[BOBBY SHEPHERD]

Well I am going back on my promise to keep my mouth shut and my opinions to my self but I want to thank you for your kind words.I think I just opened my big mouth due to the fact that I seem to be fighting a running battle with the critics on this site.I started posting my stories several years and did not know there was such a thing on the site.Now for some reason I am getting all kind of flack from them,hell I know I am not a pro.I just write for the fun of it,and hope someone enjoys it.I am not out to win any awards,just have fun.So the censor thing just hit me the wrong way.Thought Police are a scary thought.

[Escritor]

F/m stories are not gay. Female + male = straight. And F/m stories are my favourite. There should be more of them, not less!

I totally agree and support that!! Bring in more F/m stories!

Regards

[Shaditu]

i dislike latex and i found *disturbing* images of extreme SM (real blood make me sick ) but i don't blame who like it.
I'm a woman and i like fantasies of rape,young sex and snuff stories.

So what?

Pedophilia and snuff are terrible things in the real life, but a story isn't the life.

In erotic imagination the lines between "good" and "evil", "pleasure" and "pain" faded.
Is because i think that these real crimes are horrible that i found them so exciting in the fiction!

I hope you could understand my point of view.

[themoog]

personaly i enjoy reading the snuff stories and also stories which feature rape or bestiality. i dont know why i enjoy them but i do and find it a turn on to read them. i certainly wouldnt do them in real life and dont agree with rape nor would i agree with snuff if it actually happens, bestiality im not sure about, some people get off by doing it for real, some dont, thats up to them.

themoog

"some so called open minds should be closed for repairs"

[agp_millie]

You are both absolutely right. And i'm speaking on behalf of the
Sexperimental Farm Laboratory, where, quite rightly, all worn out cows are disposed of, often in ways better than they deserve.

Having spent the last hour trying, unsuccessfully, dig out a story that was about an Ex. hucow who was given the task on Open Day, to be the guide AND meat at the event. The story was not only erotic and i soaked two towels, but in reality, errmm.. i'd turn it down.

Honestly.

xxx

[agp_millie]

.... Totally agree,

Snuff stories as with Aliens, ... mmmmm!

Seriously,
Altho' only one of the two stories encl. (As having delved into my best gorey stuff, it's all htm. ) Loved the encl. surely they don't offend any relaxed adult? Or do they?

xxx

[Robin Lane]

I would like to add my two cents to the subject of posting snuff stories on this BDSM Library site.

I have always been of the opinion that ANYONE who does not wish to view published material they regard as offensive always has the option to GO SOMEPLACE ELSE. Snuff does, within the realm of fiction, have a place. By it's most basic definition, it is simply homicide, which has had a place in fiction since the first humans ventured into caves to paint pictures on the walls thereof. As long as there have been stories to tell, some of those stories will involve homicide. If we regard snuff (which, for our purposes here, I will define as homicide in a sexual/erotic environment or situation) as being an improper depiction of human sexuality, then we might also regard depictions of assassinations as improper in political thrillers, or commercial murder in stories about Wall Street intrigue, and as long as there have been "Wild West" there have been masked banditos who rob banks and kill the bank teller. Homicide in the context of erotica is no more associated with real world sexuality than homicide in any other fictional context would be associated with a real life equivalent of that context.

I don't read a whole lot of snuff myself, and have only recently begun to write tales involving it, and then only because I have recently discovered the works of the artist Dolcett, and have developed an interest in the idea of consensual snuff. Most of what I have read concerning snuff, particularly on BDSM Library, is worthless, but I have also read some that is quite compelling and highly erotic. Does this mean that I have an urge to actually put someone in danger of loosing their life during my real life sexual encounters? Not in the slightest! Any sick person who really would want that does not need snuff fiction to put those fantasies into their head, and would likely engage in such behavior whether snuff erotica existed or not. I always make it clear when my stories involve snuff so that a reasonable person can make that choice.. Reasonable people in control of the own mental and physical faculties should be allowed to read any kind of published material they wish. While children should be protected from any exposure to erotica regardless of its context, there is no reason to restrain adult access to erotica or any other form of published material, fictional or otherwise.

Robin

[Spitman]

The origin of the term "snuff" has been described in this thread. It derived from films in which protagonists were actually murdered, which were then sold underground for the purpose of sexual gratification. Nothing on this site corresponds to this definition.

The use of the term "snuff" to describe fictional work in which a character is deliberately killed is not justified either. On that basis the entire works of authors such as Agatha Christie and Arthur Conan Doyle are snuff, and films such as Aliens and Lord of the Rings are snuff films. This is nonsense.

Sexually oriented, purely fictional fantasies in which the violent death of a protagonist occurs are widely represented on this site. Ordinary people who have no interest whatever in bdsm commonly enjoy fantasies of this kind. If somebody enjoys a fantasy, which is very much like a dream, it does not imply that they would actually want to act it out in real life. Our fantasies and dreams often depict things that we fear, or that horrify us, or excite us, but in no way represent our behaviour or intentions towards living people.

Personally I do not enjoy depictions of violent conduct, written for the purpose of sexual gratification, that appear to describe extreme real life sexual or physical abuse resulting in injury or death. It can be difficult to distinguish fantasy from a description of real life abuse. It is very difficult to come up with a technical distinction that works.

Some of the most exciting fantasies that ordinary people enjoy involve sexually violent death. The artist Dolcett remains an inspiration to many artists and writers of adult fantasy fiction. His artistic depictions of sexually oriented torture, execution and death are hard to confuse with any possible or even probable real life scenario, but highly effective in a fantasy context.

Story Codes are used on this site to help people find the stuff they like, and avoid the stuff they don't. It would defeat the object entirely if material in a Story Code category that some people didn't like was excluded entirely.

As a Story Code, the term "snuff" is used on this site in a much wider sense, where a fictional story involves the violent death of a protagonist, whether consensual or not. I do not see how anybody can reasonably argue that fiction should not deal with murder, even sexually motivated murder. Even if a story depicted an actual real life murder, it could be described as journalism. Many of my own stories involve what is technically suicide rather than murder.

I support the continued use of the "snuff" category, even though many people seem to confuse its use to depict fantasy fiction with the historical interpretation of the term.

[Ruby]

I support the continued use of the "snuff" category, even though many people seem to confuse its use to depict fantasy fiction with the historical interpretation of the term.

Agreed...now, let's see if we can convince more authors
who write snuff stories to add the code when submitting.

I could rant for ours about how I read a great story only to
have one of the key characters die. I would have liked a warning!

Or for purists, who argue that snuff is only death in a sexual context,
then perhaps we should request another code to be added.
Something like CD for character death.

That should help warn readers who may want to avoid these tales
or prepare themselves.

[Curtis]

Now that's not a bad idea. I'm always up for adding story codes. In fact, there's a thread in here somewhere about suggested additional codes....

[hmverrrr]

verdana
This is a tricky subject, for me anyway. Like snuff of old, taken as a pinch from a decorative box, should probably be left there most of the time, as sometimes its harsh and not very appealing (enough metaphors.. Ed).

I personally choose to avoid snuff topics mainly because they depress me, becasue not matter how cruel, consenting or forced, nobody should lose their life because of it.

There is a huge difference between gothic and vampyrical stories where someone loses their life from fantastical beings/creatures (pure fantasy) and brutal killings for a sexual thrill set in real life (truly scary, for me :-( ). There maybe cross-overs from pure fantastical thrillers (like Dracula) to modern settings, but they have the fundamental feeling of being fantastical... they would never happen in real life.

The snuff stories i have read here are well beyond that, and may show insights into a mind, some are even sad when read from the first person's view. The ones I don't like, (and don't neccesarily want to get rid of, or temper in any way, and prefer not to read) are unfeeling jumps into minds that are questionable in their motives...

Sorry, i'm warbling on :-) Its made me think about the difference between a loving BDSM relationship, a relationship with violence and torture, a randomn encouter, and snuff. Suppose my wildest thoughts don't go as far as someone being killed, and apart from context, in a BDSM world, i'm not sure i'd want to meet anyone that did...

Sorry for warbling, and hope i haven't upset anyone, its my first post.

[Kalluss]

I am not the biggest fan of Snuff stories. In fact I dl'd my first one after reading the beginnings on this thread and have to say, while I enjoyed the story and writing in "High Heeled Hell" (to name one) it's not something that I'd want to read every day.

But, that can be said for every story on here by someone, somewhere. I guess I'm probably rambling, but there is saying from the holocaust about how no one stood up to protest as they were taking people away until there was no one left to stand when the speaker was taken.

Second amendment stuff is like that. In my book, you're either for everyone being able to say what they want, how they want, in the forum they want, or you're stepping onto that slippery slope.

The world is already a scary enough place. A place where it's necessary to have a "banned books week" at local libraries and book stores to remind people of what books people are trying to get off the shelves because they just don't agree with them. Being a YKIOK kinda guy, I never thought I'd see anyone on here calling for censorship.

Be afraid of the censors people, be very afraid.

[Cokera]

I never thought I'd see anyone on here calling for censorship.

I hear you there. Stories are stories. Fiction value is all in the scope of the writer and the reader. There should never be censorship for the written fantasys of the mind.

The sex life either.

[agp_millie]

In 3 parts, because of space....

Here's a snuff story that made me wet, except perhaps the VERY end. (smile)
ADULT only and not my fault if you are repulsed.

Part 1... Date rape.
Kristen had been on some odd dates before, but this one
took the cake. That was the price she accepted for using
that voice-mail dating service she'd seen advertised during
Oprah.

She'd talked to some real losers, and had gone out with the
few that seemed, at the very least, normal. Will turned out
not to be normal at all, though.

Sure, he looked nice enough in a suit and tie, but the hair
had to go, being long and black and just not taken care of
very well. His beard and mustache were unkempt as well.
There were just some things you couldn't tell about someone
over the phone. Kristen had decided to do the dinner and
movie thing, and then double lock her door and call the
police if he didn't drive away within thirty seconds.

The dinner had turned out to be seafood, and expensive
seafood at that. Instead of a movie, though, Will had
wanted to see some book on exhibition at the local museum.

Kristen had gotten a chill when she looked at the book,
standing next to him. Will had gazed at it longingly, as
though, for a moment, he had forgotten she was there.

"What... what is it?" she had asked, feeling oddly cold.

"The Deus ex Lexicon," he had replied, his eyes almost
glowing. "The God in the Book. Archaeologists have only
just located it at a site that used to be completely
underwater, thousands of years ago. It's thought to be a
companion to the Necronomicon, the Book of the Dead."

"Uh... right," Kristen had replied. She was amazed at all
the security around the place... it wasn't as if there were
jewels there, or anything! Still, she was glad enough to
leave.

Will couldn't stop talking about the creepy book, though.
"The Necronomicon," he said, "contained what were
supposedly spells and incantations for summoning beings of
great power. It detailed the worlds beyond, how to reach
them and control them. Some people think that it came from
somewhere beyond this planet and that it was the basic
guide in building earth."

"Uh... right," said Kristen. They were in the parking lot
now, and a light fog was coming in from the ocean. Not
entirely unseasonable for New England, but it added to the
chill.

"However, now, the Deus ex Lexicon," Will continued,
"supposedly describes the procedures for becoming a being
of great power. The spells, the incantations, the lot. It's
very powerful," he said, as they reached his car.

"Supposedly," corrected Kristen, as she sat down in the
passenger's seat.

"Hmmm? Oh, yes, right, it's SUPPOSEDLY very powerful," Will
said. He
patted his pocket, and looked worried. "Uh-oh. My glasses.
Can't drive without them. I must have left them inside. Why
don't you wait here? I'll just dash back and get them."

Kristen looked around the desolate parking lot, in the
dark, with the fog rolling in. "All right," she said. "Be
careful."

"Oh, I will," he said, as he dashed off. Kristen rolled up
the window, shut the door, and locked it. She kept her eyes
wide open, looking around. These doors weren't unlocking
for ANYTHING until Will got back. Maybe even after that. He
was getting kind of spooky...

Minutes later, Will returned, throwing something in the
back seat as he hurriedly got into the car. He was wearing
his glasses.

"Much better," he said, as he started the car. They moved
off very fast, much faster than he'd been driving all
night.

"Whoa!" said Kristen. "What's the hurry?"

"Oh, nothing much, really..." he said, as they pulled
several sharp turns. "It's just that...well, you said you
had to get home kind of early, so you could be into work
early tomorrow."

"Right," said Kristen, glad she'd thrown that into the
plans at the beginning of the evening.

"Well, if it's all right with you, I'd like to show you my
favorite spot. It'll just take a second... it's along the
beach. It would mean a lot to me..." He left it hanging, a
plea.

Kristen bit her lip. Just great. A nice deserted spot of
beach... in the dark, with a fog. Sounded to her like a
recipe for date-rape. But, she'd had a lot of karate in the
past two years, and Will just didn't look all that tough.
Plus, she didn't want to be accusing of him things he
hadn't done. He was a nice enough guy, just a little spooky
and greasy.


"All right," she said, "but only for a minute or two. I
need to get to the office early tomorrow."

"Great!" he said. Kristen studied his face carefully, and
decided she was probably safe. He didn't had the face of a
man who thought he was about to get laid. He had the face
of a man who was glad to be sharing something... special.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, thought Kristen.

The beach spot was, indeed, desolate. It sat on the side of
the interstate and looked out on dark ocean. With the fog,
and the clouds, it looked almost like the sands themselves
were black, but Kristen knew that was just a trick of the
light, or lack of it. She hoped.

It was scenic though, she had to admit. The tall, craggy
rocks that surrounded the little beach were magnificent
things, and the ocean coming up onto the beach had its
usual soothing effect on her. It smelled to high-heaven of
dead fish, though, she assumed that was normal.

Will took in a deep breath. "Bracing, isn't it?" he said.
Kristen could only nod, trying not to choke. They got out
of the car, and walked towards the beach, when Will turned
around, and kicked the sand.

"Jeez, of all the luck! A flat tire!" he said, heading back
towards the car. Kristen tensed... was this his ploy to get
her in a compromising position, say, bending over the
trunk, or lying on the ground to see where the jack went?
She braced for any suggestion he had, ready to run for the
road. Instead, Will opened his trunk.

"I thought it was handling kind of funny that last mile or
so. This'll take me a few minutes... sorry, Kristen. Don't
wander too far away while I change this, wouldn't want you
to get into any trouble or anything."

As she watched, astonished, he pulled out a jack, a tire-
iron, and a spare, and began to change the tire! If this
were a ruse to put her off her guard, it was a damn tiring
and elaborate one.

"I'll just be by the rocks, then," she said. Will only
nodded as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

Kristen wandered closer to the water, rounding a big house
size rock and going out of sight of the car. She breathed a
sigh of relief, not too deep, because it still stank like
dead fish. She decided that Will wasn't such a bad guy...
just an unlucky one, and kind of a book geek. Still, she'd
keep trying the date-line, see if maybe one of the guys
from the ad on Oprah was actually available...

She reached that conclusion just before the monster grabbed
her.

The monster was ten feet tall and had tentacles arranged on
its body in ways that Kristen's mind could not comprehend,
and it smelled like dead fish too. Its huge fish-eyes
focused on her, and its slimy body moved on her as its
tentacles grabbed her around the waist.

The very appearance of the thing, the way it defied her
mind to piece together what it actually looked like, dazed
her senses. She passed out, not only from the sight of the
thing, the fear, and the smell of it, but as a defense
against trying to figure out what it was.

*

Kristen awoke flat on her back, unable to move. Whatever
she was lying on, it was an irregular hard surface and it
had sharp points that poked painfully into her back and
buttocks. She opened her eyes and saw that she was tied
down spread-eagled on one of the big flat rocks by the
ocean's edge... one that looked surprisingly like a table.
Will was standing over her, watching intently.

"Will! That thing! What... what's happening?"

Will stood and smiled. He lifted a black book front the
rock she was tied to. "The Necronomicon," he said, his
smile becoming cruel. "It's told me how to summon beings of
power, such as the Shoggoth that caught and bound you."

"The what? Will, what's going on? Get me off of this
fucking rock, now!"

Will shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. "I can't
do that, Kristen." He lifted a second book. "The Deus ex
Lexicon. I stole it from the museum when I went back for my
glasses. It tells me that I need you. I thought I might."

Kristen's senses reeled, but she laid her head back and
took stock of some facts. That book, the Deus ex Lexicon,
had been under some pretty heavy security. If Will had
stolen it that meant that he had some more stuff up his
sleeve than she'd thought. And, well, that HAD been a
goddam monster that grabbed her. Things beyond her ability
to comprehend were happening, and that scared her. A lot.

"What do you need me for, Will? What's happening?

He moved to stand beside her, and he stroked her hair. She
tried to pull her head away from his hand, but he only
moved his hand to follow her.

"I'm going to become a god, Kristen. Like the Lexicon says.
My mind, soul and life force will be in an indestructible
and immortal body of unimaginable power. I will provide the
mind and soul, and I will summon the creature that'll
provide the body. But they are going to be put together...
in your womb, Kristen."

Kristen pulled hard at the ropes on her wrists and ankles -
- they felt slimy, but they were very strong and very
tight. She couldn't budge. And before, she'd just been
worried about a date-rape! This was something else
entirely!


**** /2

[agp_millie]

2 of 4

"Will, this is crazy," Kristen said, as she struggled.
"This book stuff... its all make-believe! It can't really
happen! That's all in the movies, not real life! You've got
to believe me! It isn't going to happen!"

Will chuckled. "Kristen, you saw the Shoggoth I summoned to
bind you. Shall I summon him again?"

"NO!" said Kristen. "No, please, not that thing..."

"Then you DO believe that this 'book stuff' is real," said
Will. "You have no choice but to believe. You've seen it
with your own eyes."

Kristen pulled harder at the bonds. "But... but Will, don't
you need... need... a virgin, for this sort of thing? I'm
not, I swear to God, Will. I'm not a virgin!"

Will shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It's not like you're going
to be a sacrifice or anything. You're just a vessel,
Kristen. A mixing bowl. If I need a virgin to finish the
mix, I'll be able to collect one myself, once I've got my
new body."

Kristen struggled harder and harder. She looked at the
ropes binding her and realized they were some sort of
seaweed that was growing directly out of the rock. Reality
was taking a holiday, she realized, and it hadn't brought
her along. The terror began to set in.

"God, please, Will, don't do this... I'm too young for
this... I want to live, Will! Please, let me live!"

Will shrugged once more. "Sorry, Kristen. There will be
police and things before too long, because I had to kill
some people to get the book. I don't have time to find
another vessel. In fact, I don't have time to talk to you
any more. It's time I began."

"NO! No, PLEASE!" she screamed. "HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!"

Will ignored her. She realized they were too far from
civilization for anyone to hear her. Anyone that would help
her, that was.

Will lifted the first book, the Necronomicon, and stood at
the shore, the water lapping up around his ankles,
submerging his dress shoes. He began to speak in words
Kristen didn't understand, reciting in a singsong voice.
Somehow, he made the nonsense sound... evil.

Will's voice rose to a fever pitch. "IA IA! CTHULHU FTAGN!
IA IA! CTHULHU FTAGN!" he called into the waves.

The waves answered him. A massive shape rose from the
waters... nothing Kristen could recognize. It was just a
huge, dark shadow blotting out the fog-gray sky. And then,
it opened an eye the size of a Volkswagen, and Kristen
passed out once more from fright.

*

Kristen awoke to the feel of something cold against her
stomach. She opened her eyes to see Will cutting off her
knit top with a long, sharp knife.

"What... what's happening?" she asked, slowly becoming
aware. Will barely looked at her.

"We've struck a deal," he said, as he finished slicing open
the front of her sweater. He opened it wide, revealing her
taut stomach and her firm breasts in the lace bra she wore
for dates.

"Will, don't do this! Please!" her eyes scanned the
horizon, but she could see no sign of the great shape from
the waves. "Will, what'll happen I'm afraid?"

"First," said Will, as he started to slice open her skirt,
"The great old one will prepare me, bring my essences into
one place, for the implantation. Then, I will take you, on
this rock, placing my seed within you."

He sliced from the bottom hem of her skirt to her
waistband, and opened it, revealing her pantyhose. He
slipped his cold wet fingers into the elastic waistband of
these, and began slicing down her leg.

"And... and then what?" she asked, tensing, shivering as
she was stripped by this strange man.

"Then He will implant His seed into you. It won't kill you,
but you'll probably wish it would."

Kristen shuddered, tears pouring her cheeks. "Will, please,
don't do this to me! It's worse than rape, Will! Please,
just rape me! Just take me, and let me go! I won't fight,
Will, just... just rape me, I'll make it good Will, I
promise!"

Will chuckled as he slit the other leg of her pantyhose.
"Is that what you think this is all about? Rape? Do you
think all I want is to poke you with my prick, Kristen?"

He pulled off her ruined panty-hose, leaving her in just
her lacy bra and matching lacy panties. Then he put his
face close to hers.

"I stole the Necronomicon when I was twelve years old,
Kristen. I was fifteen before I understood any of it. Three
years, locked away in a dark room, barely eating, barely
drinking, barely sleeping. By the time I was finished with
it, I had power, Kristen. Real power!"

He grasped one of her breasts through her bra, and started
kneading it with his fingers, almost absently. Kristen
gasped at the unwanted touch.

"I wanted sex then, Kristen. And I got it. The Necronomicon
had given me power that you couldn't even dream of! I raped
women then, Kristen. A lot. Raped them, killed them, drank
their blood and offered them to the old ones. That's why
they're agreeing to make me a god, Kristen! I could have
had you at any time I wanted, Kristen!"

With a wrench, he tore her bra clean off. Kristen cried out
from the pain, and then again as his fingers dug into the
soft flesh of her breasts and crushed at them.

"You've been naked to me all along, Kristen. I've been
staring at your body all night, through your clothes. I've
been feeling you against me, from across the room. But this
is much more important than just sex, Kristen! This is for
Godhood!"

He moved between her legs, and ripped her panties free.
"There, Kristen. Now you're naked, defenseless, and you
know it. Unlike the rest of this night."

He stepped back towards the beach, and removed all of his
clothes. Kristen watched, tears pouring down her frightened
face, as he revealed a surprisingly well-built body, bereft
of fat, the muscles well defined and well developed. As she
watched, tentacles burst up from the sand, and surrounded
him, moving in on him.

"And now," he said, as the tentacles grasped his wrists and
ankles and held him crucified in the air, "it begins!"

He screamed, then, the scream of a man who is having his
soul ripped away. The scream tore into Kristen's ears and
she screamed along.

Tentacles with small, delicate tips forced themselves down
his throat, and the scream stopped, being replaced by a
choking, gagging sound that would not stop. Will's arms
were pulled out tightly, until Kristen could hear the sound
of the shoulders popping, a sickening gristle-tearing sound
that almost made her vomit. Will's long, well muscled legs
were spread wide, and Kristen found herself staring at the
horrible process, unable to take her eyes off it.

Will's body was suspended several feet in the air, the arms
twisted oddly at the shoulders, the head thrown back, mouth
full of wriggling tentacles, the legs spread wide, held
tightly around the knees and ankles by the tentacles. More
of the small, delicate tendrils slowly wrapped around his
flaccid cock, and began to stroke it, to squeeze it gently.
The tentacles looked slimy, and they seemed to lubricate
his cock, sliding along it, and despite the terrible pain
the body must have been experiencing, the cock began to
grow erect under the supernatural manipulations of those
tentacles!

Kristen watched as more tentacles gently stroked at his
balls, and between his legs. She watched the cock become
longer, and harder, and thicker than she imagined it
possibly could.

Then, there was another terrible ripping-gristle sound as
his legs were pulled wide, and out, and disjointed at the
hips. The gurgling, choking screams increased, but his
erection got even bigger! It was as though he was feeling
all of the pain as pleasure, and it was getting him very
horny and hard!

Kristen's eyes widened... she was unable to stop looking...
the terrible sight held her entranced, forcing her to
watch. She rationalized it... she was watching to find some
weakness, to find vulnerabilities; but in truth, she
finally admitted to herself, she watched to see what her
own fate would probably be.

Will's body turned, slightly, just enough for Kristen to
see the tip of a long tentacle plunge straight into his
helpless asshole! The whole disjointed body jerked hard at
the entry, and Kristen winced as she could see the tentacle
wasn't merely slithering into him, it was fucking his ass,
in and out, shunting back and forth. And still, his cock
grew.

The horrendous process continued for some minutes, and then
as suddenly as it had started, the tentacles withdrew from
his cock, mouth, and anus, and he was gently placed on the
ground. Tentacles arced over him and held him by the
wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees. His eyes were pure
white... the irises and pupils were just gone.

"Oh, god, NO!" she screamed. The tentacles moved the
soulless body closer to her, as though they were
manipulating a marionette... which, for all intents and
purposes was exactly what they were doing. She gazed at his
mutilated nakedness, and gasped... his balls were glowing
with an unearthly green light. All of him that mattered....
his mind, soul, and life force, was encapsulated there,
awaiting the moment when his body, manipulated by the 'old
one,' would spill it's seed into her, carrying with it all
of Will's essences too.

"Will? Oh, god, Will, STOP! PLEASE, NO!" she screamed, as
the body mounted the stone altar she was bound to. But Will
was beyond hearing... the body that knelt between her legs
was nothing more than a puppet to the entity under the
sand.

Kristen squirmed hard, pulling at the seaweed bonds on her
wrists and ankles harder than ever.... she had heard that
in times of stress, adrenaline could give you, for a
moment, the strength of ten men. However, it would have
taken more men than that to break her unearthly bonds.


*** /3

[agp_millie]

3 of 4 ...

She winced as the tip of that horribly huge cock brushed at
the outer lips of her pussy. It was at least twelve inches
long now, and the head had to be four inches thick! It was
still slimy from the touch of the tentacles, as well, and
Kristen wriggled her ass on the hard, sharp rock as best
she could, trying to move herself away from his cock,
trying to avoid the inevitable impalement!

But the body pressed down on her, and the tentacles guided
the disjointed arms to place Will's hands firmly on her
large, firm breasts. His body, and especially his breath,
smelled of the dead fish she'd been smelling all along. His
dead face hovered over hers, a hideous grin frozen on it.

"God, please help me," she whimpered, as the cold wet body
of Will began to thrust that monster cock into her
helplessly spread pussy. "GOD! OH, GOD, NO!
PLEASE, NO!"

Slowly, the head of that monstrous cock entered into her
tight slit, the slime from the tentacles making it just
slippery enough force its way in. Kristen's head snapped
back as she screamed from the pain, striking the rock and
bringing more pain. And still, the cock pushed into her.

"Please, please, please...." she whimpered, as the body
thrust its cock in and out of her. Finally, after several
minutes, it had pressed the whole length up between her
legs. Kristen writhed uncontrollably under the thing... the
cock had dug so long, that the tip of it pressed against
the very entrance to her womb! She closed her eyes, but the
fishy face was still over hers... she could not only smell
it, but she could feel the cold clammy skin.

Having achieved penetration, the body of Will began to fuck
her, plunging the length of that horrible cock into her
again and again. Kristen's defenseless body twitched and
squirmed and writhed, to no avail. "No... oh, please,
stop..." she repeated, over and over, in a tiny little-girl
voice that spoke volumes about how much of her sanity was
left to her.

The thrusting increased in intensity, and the sound of his
cold dead flesh slapping against her crotch resounded
across the desolate stretch of beach. Kristen began to
scream, repeatedly, on each thrust... wordless, meaningless
screams of pure pain and horror.

The loudest, though, was when the bones in his pelvic
region snapped, allowing him to ram his cock even deeper
into her, punching the head of his cock through her cervix
and directly into her womb. She screamed not only with the
pain of that penetration, but with the knowledge that the
contents of his monstrously engorged and glowing balls
would spill into her deepest recesses!

Finally the screams stopped, she took in air, and again,
wailed to the night sky... wailed as though her very soul
was being tortured to death. She didn't need to look to
know.... her belly had a vague glow to it, and she felt
very, very wet and slimy and full inside.

The body of Will jerked spasmodically on top of her several
times, then fell, collapsing to the ground, green mist
rising from the nose and mouth.

Kristen screamed for several minutes, then fell silent,
tears pouring down her face, knowing that the process was
only half over.

Kristen once again tried her bonds, as she lay there,
bruised between the legs and sore, and found, to her great
surprise, that she could pull her left hand free!

She pulled herself up as best she could and looked
around... the tentacles had withdrawn into the sand... she
was alone on the beach. Could she be so lucky? Could Will's
power to bind her be gone, with his body dead? Or, did she
have power over it now, because his essence was inside her?

No matter. She pulled with both hands at the bonds at her
right wrist, and that bond came loose as well! Heartened,
she bent down, and ignoring the pain of her recent rape,
she freed both of her feet.

She rolled off of the rock and into the sand. There, on her
hands and knees, she vomited, twice. The whole terror of
the night caught up to her again, and she glanced back at
the dead body of Will, eyes wide. Her hand went to her
stomach, and she shuddered.

"Abortion clinic," she thought. "Just get to one. Now!" she
said. A hospital might ask questions... questions to which
she had no answers. She would just go to someplace where
they took things out of people's wombs with no questions
asked. But she would need to take Will's car. And that
meant getting his keys.

Slowly, she stood, feeling very weak. She still had no idea
what was going on, or what had happened to the lovely
reality she had woken up in that morning. But she knew that
the clothes that Will had left near the water held the keys
that would take her back to her nice, normal life. She
walked over to them, and bent down to search through the
pockets.

That's when the tentacles re-emerged, grasping her wrists
and ankles. She screamed, and screamed louder as the
tentacles started to pull her into the water.

She threw herself backwards and tried to free herself... no
help. The tentacles merely lifted her clear of the ground,
and kicking and struggling, brought her up to her neck in
the black ocean.

"GOD! NO! HELP, ANYONE, HELP!" she screamed. She felt more
tentacles wrapping around her knees and elbows and waist,
under the water. Then, one grasped her head, around the
eyes.

"AAAAH! NO! NO! NmMmmphGkkkK!" she cried, as a tentacle
entered her open mouth, and pressed down into her throat!

She began to choke, to strangle, as she felt the cold water
of the ocean close over her head!

It was, in fact, worse than dying. She lived.

The tentacle in her throat kept her lungs inflated, not
allowing any air
to leave. Through some physical manipulation, it also kept
oxygen in her lungs, removing carbon dioxide as it built
up.

Several times, as she was pulled deeper and deeper, her
heart tried to stop... as is natural when the lungs find
they can no longer expand or contract. She suffered the
pain of suffocation, but not the release of death she so
richly graved. Every time her heart came close to stopping,
a tentacle squeezed her chest harshly, giving crude, but
effective CPR, until her labored heart continued beating,
continued to take the oxygen from her horrendously tortured
lungs to the rest of her helpless body.

Worst of all, she didn't pass out. She remained conscious
the whole time, aware of every detail of what was happening
to her. The pressure on her eardrums increased until the
pain was unbearable, and then, with a knife-thrust of
agony, the pain passed - the eardrums had burst.

The trip to wherever she was descending to took ten
minutes, and every second, she was praying to die.
Unfortunately for her, she lived.

She eventually felt soft, silty earth beneath her back, as
she came to rest on the sea floor. Her limbs were again
pulled to spread-eagled position, holding her helpless.

More tentacles converged on her, some encircling her large,
bobbing breasts, some stroking along her stomach and
between her thighs. The thing in the ocean needed energy
for the task that it was about to perform, and she was the
most ready supply. The thing ate fear and terror and pain,
and she was a three-course meal waiting to happen.

Tentacles stroked her face, her hair, her throat...
drinking in the terror, and the pain of suffocation,
occurring constantly in it's still choking victim. The
tentacle down her throat pulsed with excitement and
feeding, the delicate tip of it deliberately tickling the
inside of her esophagus, another maddening sensation that
brought more pain, more terror.

But the thing needed more. It sent another tentacle probing
between her legs, and she felt her legs lifted, bringing
her ass off of the seabed. Her mind, awash with terror and
agony, couldn't even guess at the meaning of this movement,
nor did it want to try.

Slowly, it pushed the tentacle into her helpless anus,
slowly twisting it into her, pressing past the resistance
of her sphincter without any effort at all. Kristen's mind
sang aloud in pain, all of the scream reflexes in her chest
and throat working, but no sound coming out of her
tortured, tentacle-clogged throat. The thing registered her
pain, terror, and humiliation as it pumped her ass with the
tentacle, fucking her hard in the butt, ripping and tearing
her with every thrust.

The creature got no satisfaction from sex, but it gained
great pleasure from pain. It enjoyed fucking her ass, and
it did so for a good long time, while she writhed
helplessly within its grip, making the occasionally
gurgling sound. The tentacles on her breasts pulled and
squeezed them roughly, adding ever more pain and terror.

/4

[agp_millie]

4 of 4 ...


Finally, the creature had built up enough reserves for the
main task. Summoning its strength, it slowly pushed a
tentacle up her helpless raped pussy, making the tentacle
big enough to hurt but not big enough to cause damage.
There was no in-and-out motion of a true fuck, but just the
inexorable pressure of the thing pressing upwards inside of
her, as she choked on the tentacle that kept her alive past
her time. Her heart tried to stop again, but that simply
would not do at this point, so the thing in the ocean
started her heart with several squeezes of another
tentacle, as the main one continued up her vagina.

Every nerve in her body shrieked with agony as the tentacle
roughly forced open her cervix, and began to ooze black
slime into her uterus. The tentacle up her ass pressed up
further, bending her insides to make room for the new
material.

Then, the thing stopped drinking her agony and fear, and
fed it instead to the insidious mixture in her body. And
the mix occurred.

Kristen had had some visions, when Will had explained what
would happen to her, of being pregnant for some time with
some monstrous child, and giving birth to a horrible
monster. Neither was the way it worked out. Instead, the
mixture assumed the size and shape of a fully grown adult
male, all at once. It tore out of her body in a great cloud
of blood under the water, and at last, she had her peace...
when Will made his Godhood, they broke the mold.

Will swam easily up to the surface, and got dressed. That
hadn't been quite as bad as he thought it would be, he
thought to himself.

He spotted his old body on the sand, and chuckled. A
Shoggoth would come along and collect that shortly, as well
as Kristen's clothes. Wouldn't do to have too many
questions asked.

He concentrated momentarily, and felt the great inner power
within him. He felt it hungry. Now, like the creature
below, he fed on pain, and terror. He liked getting laid,
too, which worked out well.

"You were good, Kristen," he said to the waves. "But I
don't think it's going to work out. I'm a god, and you're a
cloud of blood three hundred feet under the surface of the
Atlantic. I need someone else. But hey, we still be
friends?"

The ocean refused to answer him. He chuckled again, and got
into his car. It was time to move on, and feed. And so,
with a song in his heart that predated the earliest
memories of man, Will Whately drove down the road, looking
for fresh meat.

End

(smile) Hope you enjoyed. Bit different.

[TeasedWhispers]

Honestly its all a point of view if you don't like snuff then its better off that you don't read it,I may not care for it...but it doesn't matter to me either way.

Just one more thing, and I will stop. As for the want of a gentler read, I happen to agree with that. I am as turned off as you are I am sure when all I see is cardboard characters, going through the same motions, over and over. That was one of the reasons I got into writing erotica to begin with. This was almost 9 years ago, long before this site. When*all the erotica out there was take tab A insert it into slot B, or C, depending on the tastes of the reader, often. There was no plots, no story lines worth mentioning and all the characters were strictly one demential. This site is a godsend, it allows those of us who are/were, tired of mainstream adult paper backs a chance to open a whole new reality.


Ronnie

[Chuckdom19]

TV programs have ratings so you don't need to watch ones you don't wish to see. You have a channel switch, and can vote your unhappiness or approval with it.

Same here. If you don't like it, don't read it.

"I may disagree with what you say, but will fight to the death for your right to say it."

Censorship causes blindness.

Chksng

[j]

To me it seems clear enough that a story marked with a 'snuff' code is one where death occurs not as a mere plot device, but as a specifically erotic treat for the reader (all stories on this site, after all, are supposed to elicit erotic thrills of some kind or the other). I do not see any confusion with snuff movies (no real death was needed, unless the writer wrote a diary) and the word carries sufficient warning. Where there WOULD be a need for a specific code is in the case where corpses are the target of erotic attention ("necro") as quite a lot of people would feel distinctly ill at ease upon encountering such activities unannounced...