poll for deleting snuff stories

[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.

[Finding_Fantasy]

I am of the opinion that if you have to delete one "offensive thing" then you have to delete them all. I am sure that there is one person who finds at least one thing offensive in the stories, and if we were to delete that subject everytime some had a problem...well the problem then would be no stories.

I agree, use the codes, get familiar with what they mean so that you can know what the stories involve BEFORE you open it.

[agp_millie]

What more can you say than agree 100%.

i had started to write a long speel but, what for?

i'm off to the Kennels now, then our Dairy. What a beautiful, sunny day.


Bye (smile) ... then the vegetable garden.

[VLMarquette]

Again a quote, and a rather good one at that.
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Keep everyting I am of the opinion that if you have to delete one "offensive thing" then you have to delete them all. I am sure that there is one person who finds at least one thing offensive in the stories, and if we were to delete that subject everytime some had a problem...well the problem then would be no stories.

I agree, use the codes, get familiar with what they mean so that you can know what the stories involve BEFORE you open it.


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See that was blunt and to the point. Say what you mean, and mean what you say. I like that in a person.



V.L. Marquette

[Finding_Fantasy]

I always say what I mean and mean what I say....even if it gets me into trouble sometimes *chuckles* Basically, I can see it from a writer's point of view, even though I don't write erotica. I write what I like and there are sufficient amounts of people who like my work, so I keep on going, despite the nay-sayers

[VLMarquette]

This quoting everyone is getting a bit tiresome. But the only way I know that every one else knows what I am talking about is to quote. So I quote.
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I always say what I mean and mean what I say....even if it gets me into trouble sometimes *chuckles* Basically, I can see it from a writer's point of view, even though I don't write erotica. I write what I like and there are sufficient amounts of people who like my work, so I keep on going, despite the nay-sayers

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Well I do happen to be a writer of erotica, and so I am personally interested in the censorship thing. No, I am not big on snuff, never could see anything sexy about it. But 'hey' what ever floats you boat, ya know?


ps. hon, I usually go by Ronnie, the only reason I signed off as V.L. Marquette is it somehow makes what ever I am saying look a tad more serious.


Ronnie

[drake7]

None of these stories are real. If they don't appeal to you (as they don't particularly appeal to me) then don't read them. To remove any stories from a site designed to let people write about "Kinky" things is, as the title of this post says, taking the "Kink" out of "Kinky".

Drake.

[agp_millie]

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Unquestionably, the most wicked and gruesome story I have ever read in recent times is 'three ladies at sea' by Dante. I think it is available thru' BDSM Libraries.
At over 300kb. of many poor females being sexually destroyed for the apparent pleasure of the paying customers. Depicting horrid situations that I would NEVER even contemplate in real Life. Infact, I would probably end up deceased in a most unpleasant way. I read every brilliantly written word. Took a week and I guiltily enjoyed it.

Let the interminal saga of 'snuff' rage on. (smile)

[rob.wilson]

Is'nt "snuff" the ultimate limit? I seriously doubt anyone in their right mind would want to be killed for the sexual pleasure of another. Nor do I think anyone, again in their right mind, would want to kill someone for their sexual pleasure.

It's kind of like a rape fanasty, just because you have one does'nt mean your going to go out and rape someone - or want to be actually raped.

Some of the stories that involve snuff are pretty good, the Gor parody comes to mind, but some of it is truly awful.

Personally I find some of dolcetts artwork to be interesting, but have no desire to commit such acts.

[Spitman]

Personally I find some of dolcetts artwork to be interesting, but have no desire to commit such acts.

Neither have I. The fact that you make that comment suggests that you expect erotic fiction to be a reflection of what you would do in everyday life.

This is all about fantasy. Fantasy does not have to have limits, precisely because it is not about anything that the writer, or the reader for that matter, might condone, be tempted to do or even take pleasure in, if it happened in the everyday world.

[AndrewBlack]

I agree, it's the 'fantasy' element that is key. I find a good snuff story very erotic, especially nc and nasty ones. For me it represents one of the most potent acts in erotic fiction, I can entirely divorce this from reality, (although I initially found my fantasies extremely disturbing) as I believe we define ourselves by what we DO rather than what we THINK and I find myself doing the opposite in real life. The way I see it is that you get the best of both worlds this way.

[redEva]

As with anything else here or in life in general – don’t like it? Don’t take part in it! For as long as it does not harm anyone (and written fantasy dos not!) why would we deprive those that do enjoy it? There is plenty I do not care for and that even disgust me. No one forces me to read. Everyone of us should enjoy what appeals to them and leave others to their own tastes.

[Jane SC]

As with anything else here or in life in general – don’t like it? Don’t take part in it! For as long as it does not harm anyone (and written fantasy dos not!) why would we deprive those that do enjoy it? There is plenty I do not care for and that even disgust me. No one forces me to read. Everyone of us should enjoy what appeals to them and leave others to their own tastes.

Having just read through (most of) this thread, I have to agree with all that Gary says and also with my friend redEva; the above quote from her sums up my feelings perfectly.

Whatever fiction I read is my own choice. In real life, whatever happens between myself and my Owner in private is OUR choice and, as a snuff story might shock and horrify my mother, so my life with my Owner would have just the same effect. Thus, as she is a highly intelligent woman and has obviously 'read the preamble' to our lives, she almost certainly has a good idea about what goes on between Him and me. But she does not 'read the book' and choses not inquire about our private life in just the same way as I don't read stories or books which I feel would upset or nauseate me. It is a real life case of 'Live and Let Live'.

Mind you, the MOST horrific stuff I am forced to read are the questions posed in my tax return forms - no escaping those obscenities!!

Love
Jane.

[putz]

I'd have to agree with your concerns about the level of violence that we see written. It is not much different than the level of violence that we see elsewhere in our culture. The written word has always been the most powerful of mediums, and the present is no different.

Luckily we were born free people and don't have to listen to or view things that disturb us or that we simply care to shut out. That's about personal choice and resposibility. Don't blame others for what you decided to view.

putz

Hello,
I would like to say that the snuff category in stories should be removed... It hurts me a lot, and I don't understand why it is permitted to speak about that stuff on this site... It is going too far...
Regards
Hairdresser

[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

[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

[ProjectEuropa]

Hello,
I would like to say that the snuff category in stories should be removed... It hurts me a lot, and I don't understand why it is permitted to speak about that stuff on this site... It is going too far...
Regards
Hairdresser

Being totally against all censorship, I can't support it now. I can't say I can speak from any experience since I don't read snuff stories but I can't imagine there being any intellectual, artistic or entertainment value in them, though I suppose some people must think there is. If someone can enlighten and propose a snuff story worth reading for anything other than for the actual killing of a character I will read it.

I have written a story with murder involved but I'm assuming with snuff stories the aim is for one character to get some sort of sexual gratification from the actual act of killing with no moral weight attached. So I'm voting in ignorance but on the principle of free speech, no matter how distasteful the subject might be which I am supporting.

[MasterRJ]

The Perils of Pauline at Christmas

It leaves you with a certain empty feeling after you read it...and it brings you to remember that not every story's got a happy ending. Yeah...I read snuff.

[ProjectEuropa]

The Perils of Pauline at Christmas

It leaves you with a certain empty feeling after you read it...and it brings you to remember that not every story's got a happy ending. Yeah...I read snuff.

I'll read it. I assume it's in the library.

[MasterRJ]

Yes it is. I forget what the Author's name is though. Grr...so if you reply to this be sure to give him/her credit.

[ProjectEuropa]

Yes it is. I forget what the Author's name is though. Grr...so if you reply to this be sure to give him/her credit.

The Perils of Pauline at Christmas by Pagan

This isn't just a snuff story it a paedophile story too! I found it a little unnerving to read.

I still think banning stories like this won't make its content go away but as a father of a 13 year old girl I do find it objectionable.

[Sweep]

Hello,
I would like to say that the snuff category in stories should be removed... It hurts me a lot, and I don't understand why it is permitted to speak about that stuff on this site... It is going too far...
Regards
Hairdresser

Yep - I dislike Snuff stories and feel that they give we BDSM's a bad name (guilt by association). Still I dislike censorship even more and feel that it would be hippocritical for us to impose censorship.

As long as the story is identified as what it is (and the codes used by this site are excellent) then we can't complain about it.

Its only fantasy when it is all said and done - people get killed in Harry Potter.

Cheers

[H Dean]

Hello,
I would like to say that the snuff category in stories should be removed... It hurts me a lot, and I don't understand why it is permitted to speak about that stuff on this site... It is going too far...
Regards
Hairdresser

It is key to note that the webmaster of this site has included particular codings to indicate what contents are contained within a story. Clearly, the webmaster has already decided what is acceptable contents within the site and what is not.

Further, as was obvious to me and should be obvious to any who view this site, there are certain notions and ideas that will be expressed on this site that may be tasteless or horrifying to others. You have the option to pass over the site and/or the stories.

I would imagine that there are many Christian and Muslim fundamentalists who would have the lot of us thrown into chains for reading even the least extreme story contained on this site. Would you throw us in chains for writing or reading a tale of snuff?

Something else that is key to note; There are many other free sites with stories and pictures - you could migrate over to those. Perhaps you should start your own site, as well. Then you could monitor the goings on and what the acceptable topics are.

But, since you don't want snuff, I thought that we should take a poll. Any fetish that receives 5 votes against it should be removed and no author should be allowed to write about it. That should clear up any possibilities of any offensive topics.