poll for deleting snuff stories

[alura]

I also agree. It's like the people that are suing Mcdonald's for being fat. Puleese, if you don't want to be fat, don't go there. If you don't like snuff, don't read it.

ABSOLUTELY! That's how it's done! Funny how that seems to escape so many otherwise intelligent, reasonable human beings who believe in freedom.

Robin

[Winnie]

I agree that we readers are not entitled to say what may or may not be posted here. What I do ask of the authors is to please ensure that the story codes are ALL there. Some times I am sure that the content is not exactly as advertised, but I think that most snuff ones are there.
If it is not "off topic", can we also have one (story code that is) for long narrative passages about the particulars of any guns that the characters obtain. At the moment a couple of stories in S-O-L read like an endorsement for your , I think, N.R.A.
Fine if you want to put them in the story, but please tell me so I can avoid the things. I have as yet to read a story whereby the auther give about a page extolling the virues a one particular engine over another in the same motor car.
Regards, Winnie.

[agp_millie]

Apart from the varying Laws of different countries and imaterial of what is written, so long, quite rightly, that we know in advance of what we are reading or going to the cinema to see etc., etc.
This side of the planet seems to become unbearably Politically Correct. (Quick fingers down throat) Even I as a very 'all woman' mom with 3 babes, my eldest goes to jnr. school, felt guilty talking to another mom's kid outside our school the other day, because the mom came flying up and dragged her daughter away, telling her off for talking to strangers! My 6yr. old son was wanting to invite her to his b/day party. Gawd knows what it's like for guys.

A famous quote by someone.
'Rules are for the obeyance of fools and the guidence of the wise.'
So very true in everything we do.

Official declaration. (smile)
ps. the attached story is for Adult reading only and NOT for those easily offended or feel strongly opposed to snuff stories.
pps. Is quite erotic to me, tho' (blush) In FANTASY.

xxx

[ghostsblood]

For whatever reasons an author depicts what he does, is is not his responsibility to ensure people do not get offended or encouraged any more than Gaspar Noé is responsible for ppl being raped in underpasses.

What is offensive or erotic is in the eye of the beholder. A story could be written that denounces the fundamental tenements of a religion (whatever religion) and i guarrantee more people will be offended than by a story depicting snuff or ped.. i doubt there will ever be a religious or politically sensitive code. However, there are codes for snuff and ped etc.. and as long as they are used accordingly there should be no cause for concearn.. should there?

Personally I write my stories as I do because I want to create the most horrific, visceral and unnerving body of words that it is in my ability to create. If I was to excuse myself of these thoughts, I would simply blame my Id for regularly bypasing my ego and super ego

[agp_millie]

Reading your comment Messrs. Ghostblood, put it completely in perspective.

And would LOVE to read one of your *nasty* stories, while taking a break from washing, ironing, scrubbing, fluffing, feeding and all my other varied, homely duties.
And sorry Jacky Collins, but i need MORE!

(smile)

This story possibly stopped me from wanting to try the rape fantasy i've had for years, as most girls.

DO NOT READ IF SNUFF OFFENDS YOU or under 29.

Archive name: blind.txt (MF, rape, bdsm, snuff)
Authors name: Chac (Anon Address)
Story title : Blindfolded

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This work is copyrighted to the author © 2002. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your
consideration.
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Blindfolded (MF, rape, bdsm, snuff)
by Chac (Anon Address)

***

I woke up. I had no idea where I was. I suddenly
realized that my eyes were open but I could only see
pitch-blackness. I tried to call out but found my mouth
was covered by, most likely, duct tape. Then I noticed
my hands were bound above my head. I tried to move my
legs and felt the same thing.

I was lying down. It felt like I was blindfolded and
tied to a bed. My heart raced as I listened for any
familiar sound I could detect. I heard nothing. My mind
blared as I realized I was totally naked. I tried
freeing myself by thrashing my body and twisting my
arms and legs. The restraints wouldn't budge. I
couldn't think rationally, I just heard ringing and saw
nothing.

I could hardly breath because of the gag on my mouth. I
snorted through my nose and made muted calls for help
as I continued my mania. Finally I forced myself to
calm down realizing panic would be my worst enemy in
this situation. The ringing subsided and closing my
eyes helped relieve the anxiety caused by the
blindfold.

The only thing I could remember was leaving work Friday
evening. I couldn't tell if it was day or night and I
didn't know what day it was or how long I'd been lying
there. I imagined every horrible possibility and nearly
lost my mind worrying about what was going to happen to
me.

I had obviously been kidnapped and most likely drugged.
I didn't feel injured. I didn't feel like any of my
parts had been violated either. I was surprisingly
relieved while I was unbelievably afraid at the same
time.

I heard what sounded like a light switch. I immediately
opened my eyes expecting to finally see but was
sickened when I saw only the same horrid blackness and
remembered my blindfold. I was on the brink of
insanity. I imagined the most evil, disgusting looking
man standing there with the power of life and death
over me.

He spoke, "I guess you're wondering why you're here."

His voice was calm; almost pleasant, but the
circumstances made him a demon to me none the less. He
didn't say a word, how could I? I heard the bed creak
and felt it shift and imagined him climbing onto it.
The bed stilled, I waited. My mind was blaring again
and I was pushing nearer insanity.

I felt something warm and moist on my toes and tried to
pull my foot away but was stopped short by my binding.
Was he was licking my toes and feet? It was unbearable.
My stomach tensed and I fisted my feet and hands but
was totally helpless to escape or defend myself. He
worked his way up my calf, passed my knee and to my
inner upper thigh. Soon he was about two inches from my
vagina licking and sucking my thigh, alternating from
one thigh to the other.

I was horrified. I tried to think about something else,
anything else; I tried to escape mentally but I kept
returning to reality of what was happening to me, and
the feeling of being repulsed by his advances.

I could feel him licking my pussy hairs and he held
them between his teeth pulling and breathing hot air.
My skin crawled. Suddenly he plunged his tongue into me
and began sucking and eating me relentlessly.

I held back vomit as he ate my pussy against my will. I
felt my pussy involuntarily lubricating. The thought
that I was getting wet automatically -- despite my
obvious protest against what was happening to me caused
me to snap.

I lost all resistance and my limbs hung limp. I could
no loner move. I was somewhere else. My thoughts
wandered through subconscious as my captor continued
invade my defenseless body.

Sometime later I vaguely realized that he'd slid his
unusually large prick into me. I experienced it like a
nearly forgotten memory. I heard his panting and the
wet suction sounds of his pumping in and out of my
pussy, but didn't really comprehend that it was
actually my body that was being violated.

My thoughts wandered further into subconscious
dalliance and I was not in that horrible place anymore.
I was leaving work. driving to my normal hang out, a
swingers club near Deep Ellum in downtown Dallas. I was
having a few drinks with a couple I liked to swap with.

In my mind I heard them say, "So are you still in?"

I said, "Why of course, I wouldn't miss this
opportunity for the world."

What opportunity was I talking about? This too seemed
like a distant memory. Suddenly, without further delay,
everything came together: what I was doing tied up and
blindfolded with this sick bastard fucking me, and what
I was talking about when I said, "Of course, I wouldn't
miss this opportunity for the world."

I had paid my swinging friends to arrange my own
abduction and rape. I'd always fantasized about being
kidnapped and raped. I constantly masturbated, creating
scenarios related to the subject. And now, here I was
being kidnapped and raped by a stranger and it really
wasn't what I'd expected. I was truly experiencing the
horrible feelings I had fantasized about countless
times. I remembered agreeing that I should be heavily
drugged so I wouldn't change my mind.

I snapped out of my trance. My pussy and asshole burned
hot as I consciously realized this was the kidnapping
and rape I had paid five hundred dollars for. I opened
my eyes and welcomed the blackness that met me. I felt
the bleeding wounds on my wrists and ankles and drooled
hot wetness from my hole as my rapist obliged my
fantasy.

I began raising my hips from the bed to meet each of
his jousts. I marveled at his coldness, being able to
go through with such a horrible act. I thought he must
tell himself the girl really knows what's going on and
that is the only way he can do it.

I noticed he was talking to me saying, "Yeah you little
dirty cunt, you think you're too good to be raped. I'm
gonna kill you right when I cum too."

I couldn't believe how serious he sounded as I climaxed
for the second time within seconds of the first. I felt
his ridged, bloated prick impale me over and over again
as my muted screams echoed in my head. Then I felt him
fill me with his boiling broth as my thighs quivered
uncontrollably and my stomach and back knotted in
ecstasy. He moaned as he came to a stop, his cock
pushed all the way up my womb. His prick twitched and
spasmed as his last few drops oozed deep within me.

Then he pulled out slowly and I heard the bed creak
again as he apparently got up. I laid there
semiconscious and enjoyed the pleasant aftermath of my
multiple orgasms.

Suddenly I felt a deep sting and a dull pain in my
chest as I came to the stark realization I was being
stabbed with a knife. The blade was removed from my
chest and then pounded even harder into my vagina. I
screamed into my gag, I felt blood filling my mouth and
I realized that this was my last moment on earth...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.

[ghostsblood]

Reading your comment Messrs. Ghostblood, put it completely in perspective.

And would LOVE to read one of your *nasty* stories, while taking a break from washing, ironing, scrubbing, fluffing, feeding and all my other varied, homely duties.
And sorry Jacky Collins, but i need MORE!

Thanks Millie

I have a post in this forum.. "My Current story (BEWARE....)" It links to my story.. but bareinmind it is not finnished.. nor properly edited.. I am currently updating it before adding any new chapters. Feel free to read it and drop a comment in the thread

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