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My Ultimate Snuff Fantasy
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Here's my ultimate snuff fantasy. Maybe someday if I just absolutely give up on life I could find someone to fulfill for me. I know it's very violent, but it would let me die very happy.
first, I would be chained to the floor completely immobilized, maybe
sealed in rubber with a tube gag. I would be fed shit day and night for
oh...a week. Human shit, pig shit, dog shit, any kind of shit. Then I
would be disconnected from that and have the living shit beaten out of
me. I'm talking strung up by the neck or strappado style and beaten like
a pinata. Let down ever so often for breath. Give that maybe 3 days on 3
days off for a few weeks. On the off weeks, be kept stripped naked in
the dark and cold being fed food that was infected with tape worms, that
way I would slowly start starving. By this point I would be begging and
pleading with you to stop the torture, but would constantly be wet.
Then, after the beatings and probably with some badly broken bones you
would dip me in a leech tank and let the leaches suck my blood until I
was within an inch of death via anemia. After the leaches, you would
then tourniquet my legs at the knees and saw them off with a bone saw.
You would cook up the leg meat and feed it to me while those amputations
healed This would be in relative comfort perhaps in a bed. Then after
those healed or the leg meat ran out, you would tourniquet my arms at
the elbow and saw them off, then feed me the arm meat. The process would
be repeated for the legs up to the butt and the arms up to the
shoulders. The amputations would be done cleanly (I still want to be
pretty for my death). Then, when all healed up, you would hook my bloody
stump of a body up to a tucker telephone for some electro torture.
Perhaps for a week or two. By this point I'm nearly insane from all the
torture and I begin to phase in and out of consciousness. You give me a
steady dose of stimulants and LSD to keep me relatively present. When
you bore of the electro torture, you would then use my broken stump of a
body as a fuck puppet. No holes barred and you are as violent as you
want to be. beatings brutal fuckings, object rape, animal rape, any form
of perverse sexual torture. When you've broken my cunt, my ass, and my
mouth, we would move on to the tits. You skewer them with burning hot
spits and string me up to the wall with them. At that point you take a
razor sharp knife and slice them from my body you cook them and feed
them to me. After the feeding, you put me in a gas mask with a tube from
my ass to my mouth and just let the shit recycle over and over again.
When that gets boring, It's time to move on to the final phase of the
death. you would burn me over and over again on the back with a brand
with dirty horrible words like "cunt", "bitch", "whore", "slut", "slag",
or others. More adrenaline shots to keep me present for all the tasty
pain. Then just for the simple element of the surprise of being woken up
to my death, you put me to sleep to perform surgery. You cut me open
and fill my chest cavity with rats (also well sedated) and sweets. Then
you sew me up and you cut my vocal cords so that all I can manage are
silent screams. When I come to, the rats have not yet woken up. You
drive me to one of the tallest buildings in London where we ride to the
top (me in a suitcase or duffel bag). At the top, you lay me out in the
blazing hot sun. Completely naked, and well oiled exposed to the sun.
Eventually, the rats come to and you standby and watch my squirm and
writhe in pain as I'm slowly eaten from the inside out. Just as I'm
about to lose consciousness and die of my internal wounds (all while
being burned up by the sun), you pick me up and toss me over the side of
the building. In my final moments I'm flying, fully freed and realized
as an object of death. My broken abused beaten and defeated stump of a
body hits the pavement below, and explodes as a bloody mess and the
sweets/candy spreads out all over the street bringing happiness and
pleasure to the passersby.
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Posted on : Jul 24, 2012
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Commented on Dec 17, 2013
perfect way to pass away-would love to give you that,even if that means prison for life or bein sentenced to death,possibly get the urge to jump after you-also don t have plans to get too old,so thinking of stuff like that is highly erotic and sensual for me
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Commented on Jul 24, 2012
As fucked up as that was, I am in awe of you
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