Dark Erotic Fiction

“Ah, come right in, Ms Whetstone, you are right on time.”

The young lady came on into my office and stood in front of my desk. She was short - perhaps 5″2″ and a bit on the heavy side, about 125/30 pounds but with a very pleasing figure, good legs, nice tits.
She looked younger that the age of 26 on her documents. She wore a gray suit with a skirt that ended more than a few inches above her knees. Under the suit jacket she wore a demure white blouse although one could see through it the outline of a dark colored bra. Hose and 3-inch heels completed the ensemble. Her hair was close cut and gave her a kind of pixie appearance.

She stood there rather composed but some of her body language betrayed her anxiety regarding the meeting. No doubt she knew why she was here she just did not wish to accept the fact.

“Ms Whetstone, do you know why you have been summoned here?”

“I think so, your Honor,” was her quiet reply.”

“Ah, yes and what might that be?”

“My owner wishes to exercise his right to have me put down. A special codicil to my enslavement act gave him that right.” And then she added, “I know what the law says but is there any way you can get me out of this? I would be most grateful and would delight in becoming your slave.”

“My dear Ms Whetstone, if I could have 50 cents for every time a young woman like yourself has made that proposition to me I could retire a millionaire. No, I am afraid there is no way of avoiding the heavy cloud that hangs over you. But that does not mean you do not have some choice in the matter.”

“Oh, God, tell me what they are!” she pleaded.

“I suggest,” replied the judge quietly, that if you are going to plead you do so on your knees.”

She mumbled, “Yes, Sir,” and fell to her knees.”

“Ah, fine - but it will do you no good but I do so like to a pretty woman on her knees. Well, lets get on with it as I have a busy docket today. Here it is, you are either to fed bit by bit, feet first into a stump grinder or you can hang yourself here and now. Which shall it be?”

She looked as though she were going to keel over and managed ask what was a stump grinder. I called her to join me at the window to watch some men fed tree limbs into a machine that instantly reduced the would to shavings. “Of course, you would be fed into the machine at a much slower rate - about an inch every 20 minutes.” On hearing this, the young woman fainted dead away.

When she came to I got her into a chair and said, “Choose!”
“Now?” she asked with pleading eyes. “Yes, now. Grinder or noose? Decide!”

She stuttered and stammered by finally got out, “Noose,” in a voice so low I had to have her repeat it several times.

“Alright then, come over here to the fireplace,” I said as I ignited the gas fire. You are to remove your clothing as I direct and throw each piece into the fire. Starting with her suit coat and ending with her thong I had her remove each article of clothing and made her watch it consumed before moving onto the next. When she was naked I handed her a bowl of cotton balls. “What are these for?” she asked. “To stuff in your ass,” was my quiet reponse. With that, she fainted dead away.

I rang a bell on my desk and several assistants appeared. One with rope, cuffs, and a line with a hangman”s noose at the end. Another placed the chair in a doorway on a great circle of plastic sheeting while the other threaded the noose line through a ring in the door frame and, estimating the girl”s height, tied the end of the line off on a cleat. The third forced a handful of cotton balls into the girl”s ass as she lay on the floor.

I held up some black cord and some cuffs and telling her that her wrists must be secure asked her if she preferred the cord or the cuffs. She asked for the cord and said that she would like to tie her wrists herself, that she had a lot of experience in self-bondage. She finally got them secured but it did not look like a very good job to me and when she mounted the chair beneath the noose I saw that this would not do at all so I added cuffs around her wrists.
She managed when told to do so to get the noose over her head and around her neck but would not or could not manage to pull it snug.

I could see that she was too terrified to step off the chair so I spoke calmly to her reminding her that if she did not hang herself she would be fed to the stump grinder. She began to cry and to shake, a stream of pee began to run down her leg. I told her, “Put one foot on the back of the chair and gradually lean back and it will be effortless.”

Tearfully she did as instructed, shifting her weight until the chair went over and she was left dangling in space. She was saying something but the rope cut off her voice. She brought up her hands and clutched at the rope as it tightened around her neck. He feet lashed out wildly seeking some kind of purchase but finding none. Her face grew dark, her eyes bulged and her tongue began to protrude from her mouth. She continued to struggle for 10 or 12 minutes but her thrashing about grew less violent with each passing minute until finally a stream of piss ran down her legs and she hung swaying gently in the doorway. Thank God for the cotton balls!

had just come in from my job down town and was about to change out of my professional attire into my slave attire. Of late I have been finding the two life styles hard to mix. At home I keep finding my thoughts slip back to some of the important projects I am working on for the company and worrying about the decisions I have been making. I am sure that this shows in my behavior at home. Jim, who is both my husband and my owner, has been acting a bit distant from me of late and I am beginning to worry that I am not satisfying him, as I should. But he really likes the money I am making so I just have to get on as best I can. As all these thoughts flashed through my brain I felt a sudden crash at the back of my head, my vision filled with stars and bright light and then blackness.

When I came to my senses I found myself kneeling on the floor of the playroom and lashed quite tightly to a sawhorse.

“Ah, so you are back with us again,” a deep voice said to me. A gag tied ever so tightly n my mouth prevented me from making understandable response.

“Let me introduce myself. I am Hank and I work at the Convenience Butcher Shop.”

The words struck terror to my heart as I had heard about this place. It was a place the FDA had given the right to grade and handle “Non traditional meat animals”. As a slave I was considered merely as a “person of limited rights,” just meat for the butcher. But what really terrified me was that this kind of place often acted as “disposal” plants for slaves terminated by their masters for one reason or an other. I started to struggle in my bonds and make mewing sounds through my gag.

The guy instantly realized that I suspected the purpose of his presence in the house of my master and he confirmed this when he said, “That”s right, sweet cheeks, I am here to off you. You just are not keeping anyone happy. The folk you work for have decided to fire you and your Master/husband has decided to replace you with a more accommodating bitch.”

I could not believe what I was hearing! Surely it was all some kind of big mistake. I shook my head wildly, moaning and pleading with my eyes.

“Let me tell you how this all going to go down. I get to play with you for a while down in the “pit” and then you get to die very slowly.”
The “pit” was the name my Master/husband had given to the basement of the house that he had transformed into a torture chamber. I had only been down there a few times in the three years that I had been here and each and every visit had been a horrible and painful event. The thought of being taken there by this man made me shake uncontrollably.

He untied me from the sawhorse and told me to strip. I was now far too shaken to do anything but instantly comply. My hands were pulled behind me and tightly tied together at the wrists. My mouth was stuffed with a rag and a scarf was tied around my head to keep it in place. He fitted a knotted cord around my waist and slipped the loose end between my legs and pulling it very tight so that the knots in the cord were buried in my cunt. Then he began to whisper in my ear while he kneaded my tits about the things that he was going to do to me and how he would enjoy doing it. The weirdest thing happened. I am facing death and the cord in my crotch and the guy”s hands on my body are making me hot and wet! I tried to speak to him but of course I could not. Then he roughly shoved me down the steps to the “pit.”

At the bottom of the steps there is a passageway that leads into the “pit.” As he pushed me along the gag came loose and could finally say something. I turned to him and pleaded with him not to do this - that I could be his - that would keep him happier than any woman he had ever know. I kept crying, “Please!” over and over. Through my tears I pleaded with him to let me prove my worth by giving him a super blow-job. This seemed to get his attention and he freed my wrists. I sank to my knees before him and pulled down his pants. His cock bounced out already rigid. I took him in my mouth and sucked like my life depended on it - which it fact it probably did. I worked him in and out, taking his considerable length down my throat. I used my tongue, coated his cock with saliva bubbles. From the sounds he was making I knew he liked what I was doing with his shaft. I felt him tense up and knew he was about ready to shoot so I slowed down my movements a! nd I could tell I was now really getting him over the top. He was all the way down my throat when he came and he shot most of his stuff straight into my tummy. I liked and sucked to get every drop and to wipe him clean with my lips and tongue. When I was threw I looked up into his eyes hoping to see something that might indicate I still had a future. He said nothing but he suddenly swung his arm and slapped me so hard I fell to my side on the rough stone floor.

The blow dazed me and in that condition he dragged me to my feet and pushed me into the “pit.” There he tied my wrists tightly behind me once more. Not satisfied with that he cinched my elbows together also and ran a rope from them up to a hook in the ceiling. He slipped a light noose over my neck and tied it back to rope running from my cinched elbows to the ceiling so that if I struggled too much I would strangle myself. He wound a rope around my waist several times and tightened it to the point it made breathing difficult and then he passed the end between my legs and up to another hook in the ceiling so that the rope cut painfully into my cunt lips. Next he attached dreadful clamps to my nipples and ran lines from them to loops in the ceiling. He hung little buckets on these lines. He pulled all the lines taught so that I was brought to tiptoe and left to struggle. The rope bite into my cunt and my tits were on fire from the clamps.

I alternately screamed and moaned from the pain I was enduring. Tied the way I was it was hard to hold my head up but if I let it down the cord at my neck tightened and threatened to cut off my air. The pain in my cunt and the difficulty of staying on tiptoe made me writhe in torment and this only made the searing burning in my tits even worse.

The guy opened a beer and just sat there enjoying my suffering. Then he got up and tied a huge bucket to my crotch rope. He found a pile of broken bricks and began to toss them into the bucket. The jolt that each one made on the line resulted in excruciating pain and the weight of the bucket made the line cut ever more painfully into my cunt. With each scream he only laughed and tossed in another brick piece. Now my toes would no longer touch the ground and I find myself hanging on the crotch rope. Half of the time I could not breathe and I thought at any moment my nipples would be torn from my body. This was more pain than I ever thought I could experience. I fought not to lose consciousness for I was sure I would strangle in the noose.

Finally, he said to me, “Darlin, I cant tell you how much I have enjoyed this. But I have a heavy date coming up so now we have to get one with what I came here to do.” I didn”t give a damn. I just wanted it to be over so that I could stop hurting. He loosened all the ropes that held me in place and I just fell to the floor in a faint.

He pulled me up off the floor and dragged me over to a steel post that has an arm sticking out from it. He made me straddle the arm and then raised it so that it pressed painfully against my tortured cunt. He brought my arms up so that my torso pitched forward and fastened my wrists so that I was held in that position. He brought my ankles up behind me, adding to pressure on my body to pitch forward, and tied them off to a cross piece on the upright. The steel beam bit cruelly into my tortured cunt lips. My only relief from the horror was to lean forward and let my arms hold me as I tried to ease my cunt on the bar.
The nipple clips and their cords still dangled from my tits and these he fastened to rings in the floor in front me. Now my movement was even more restricted as I could no longer lean back to relieve the pressure on my cunt. Tears were streaming down my face and I begged him not to do this. I promised him anything he might desire as his or if he did not want me personally would he just let me of this thing and have a chance to flee.

He just stood in front me and laughed. “You stupid bitch, women like you are a dime a dozen - younger and prettier. You are nothing, used up, good for nothing.” Those words hurt more than everything I had endured up to that moment did.

He told me to open my mouth and, of course, stupid me, I did. He shoved a really large bit gag into my mouth that nearly filled it and secured its straps around my head. “Just one more thing and we are done,” he said as he ran a very slim noose around my neck and tied the end of on the upright post. It was not all that tight and I wondered about it.

“Ok,” he said, “I”m done. I really do not like leaving you to die alone. Don”t misunderstand me, I would not be here to keep you company but I do like to watch a bitch”s last moments as life leaves her eyes. But I have other fish to fry - actually, cunt-slaves to lay.”

I listened to all this with tears streaming done my face and drool leaking out of my mouth. I was totally miserable and I knew I did not have much longer.

“So,” he said, ” I will be on my way. Just one last detail before I go. When I throw this lever it starts a process by which the rope holding your wrists will slacken a tiny bit every few minutes. As it does, you will have to hold yourself back to avoid strangling. But as time goes on that will become impossible and the forward thrust of your body will be enough to strangle you. I estimate that it will only take about 20 minutes. Wish I could stay but I gotta go. See ya - ah, wrong choice of words . . . .”

He was gone and a couple of minutes later there was that first terrible click of the gears. This went on for what seemed an eternity. A click, some slack and harder to hold myself so that the noose would not cut off my air. The tit lines assured that I could not lean back and the weight of my body as I tired forced me forward. At some point I could no longer keep the pressure off of my neck and I began slowly to strangle. It was becoming almost impossible to breathe and the pains in my chest made forget the stricture on my neck. Finally the noose was simply too tight and I could get no more air. I thought my chest would surely burst. The pain was total. My vision began to dim and then all was blac . . .

Jack and I had been working at a oil field in Oklahoma for the past 18 weeks. We had been paid off and were headed home to Alabama. We decided to stay the night in Eastlake before heading back to Canada. It was hotter than blazes. The motel guy gave us directions to club where we might enjoy some action in the comfort of A/C. We were told that most of the women there were what the guys called “two dollar” types. We thought that just meant an overworked and worn out whore. But the guy explained the enslavement rules in the States and that the $2 charge would allow the girls to have sex without risking enslavement. Far from tired, the girls were great. We live way up in the backwoods of Canada and all of this was kind of new to us.

When we got to the club we found that it was full of good looking chicks who appeared to range in age from 18-19 to mid thirties. In fact there were nearly twice as many women as men. When chatted that gals up we found that they more than willing to fuck PROVIDED they had their picture taken receiving the $2 payment. We decided then and there to extend our stay in this delightful town!

One night four gals came in with a couple of guys. The women were all in their mid to late 20″s, great looking and with superb bodies. They all sat at a table across from us and I was absolutely taken with one of them. She was wearing white boots, a short, very tight black vinyl skirt. Her white blouse fit her so tightly that it could easily have been something painted on her as opposed to a garment that she wore. Her movements, the way she tilted her head, the way she used her eyes drove me absolutely wild. She flirted outrageously with the guys and I could see that the other women were really pissed. I had to have this girl!

After about an hour I saw my chance. The guys had gone to another room to play pool and three of the girls went to the john. So I wandered over to her table and set a drink down in front of her - I had learned the ins-and-outs of the enslavement rules and knew that the gift was sufficient to protect her. I was sure she would go along with me as I had not yet been once refused. But not this chick. Not only did she turn me down but did so in no uncertain terms and in a voice loud enough to be heard by everyone in the place. To add to the humiliation she threw the drink at me soaking the whole front of my shirt. I was furious and might have killed her on the spot had not Jack grabbed me and hauled me back to the bar saying we did not need any trouble.

The bartender was obviously amused with the trouncing I had received and smiled at my repeated wish to kill the bitch. He pointed out that if she were my slave the law would allow me to do just that. I was angry and not really listening. I had another beer but that did not improve my attitude at all. After a while the boyfriends reappeared at the other end of the bar looking very unhappy. The bar tender moved down to them and began speaking with them. Every now and then they all glanced in my direction. Finally the barman moved back down to where we were sitting. “If you really want that woman her boyfriend will sell her to you. He needs to pay off a gambling debt to avoid having the shit kicked out of him.”

“Can he do that?” I asked.

“There is a provision in the new law that is being interpreted as giving that right to a guy who has had sex for free with a woman 3 times in the past 30 days. You just have to go down to a slaver’s office to make it official. Spellbook Slave’s isn’t that far away.”

“Great! I can just see her offering to say that!”

“No need. If five people will swear to the fact that is all that is needed and he can get the necessary signatures.” He told me how much the guy needed plus a small tax amount and I told him, “Do it!”

The guy wrote out on a sheet of paper, “The undersigned swear that of their personal knowledge that Veronica Baker has performed consenting vaginal sex with Philip Brisbane at least 3 times in the last 30 days making him a Person of Personal Contact. Veronica Brisbane is hereby enslaved by Philip Brisbane and has become “person of limited rights” and is hereby sold to Carl Stephenson for the some of $1 and other considerations.” Then he signed it and his friend, and the other three women at the table also signed it. After that, we all piled into my rental car and drove down to this Spellbook Slaves place. After waking up some dude and having the various papers processed we drove back. The slaver said he would meet us at the club in a few minutes to make it official and give her the piss test that he had to do.

Back at the club I showed the bar tender the official papers saying “she is mine now…” The bar tender said, “OK, now she is yours. Are you really going to off her?”

“You bet your sweet ass!”

“Well,” he said, “you wont be the first one to do that here. Let me tell you what I can do for you.” He told me and I liked what I heard and quietly replied, “Let”s do it!” As soon as the slaver dude got here, we all went over the girl to explain how things were.

At first she could not believe what she was hearing. When it dawned her that this was for real she jumped up and started screaming. I slapped her a couple of times while her former friends held her until she stopped screaming. When I had her attention I told her of her fate - that for treating me the way she did she would be hanged. Then she really began to scream and struggle. The bar guy came prepared for this and popped a ball gag in her yap and that shut her up. He pulled her arms behind her and cuffed her wrists. Everyone in the place gathered round to see this chick strung up. The bar man led the way into a kind of storage room that was both bare and hot - very hot. He told us that while we got her ready he would prepare things for her.

I began by having her clothes stripped from her, cut off actually as she would not need clothes where she was going. Seeing her clothes destroyed this way was too much for her and to the crowds great delight pissed herself. The slaver gathered some of it up and did some sort of test. “She’s good to go, she’s officially a slave now. Have fun y’all”

I recuffed her hands in front of her and then tied a rope to her cuffs and brought it up through her legs making a crotch rope that held he cuffed wrists tight against her cunt. I put a hobble on her just above the knees to restrict her movement. She was a sorry sight - naked m gagged, cuffed and bound and wearing only her boots. I slipped of my belt and gave her a good strike across the butt. She jumped and hobbled to get out of the way. The guys in the room quickly got the idea and the sound of belts slithering through loops filled the air. Soon she was getting it form all directions and the tears and salvia were really flowing. Soon her ass, thighs, back and tits were red from the abuse.

I was getting tired of this and wanted to move on. I saw what the bar keep had done and was intrigued. He had tied a hangman”s knot in a length of heavy, coarse rope and had suspended the rope from a hook in the ceiling. Under it he was placing a block of ice, about 12 inches square and 18 inches tall.. He covered the top with sawdust and then nodded in my direction that all was in readiness. I quickly saw the logic of his construction and I approved.

The chick was kind of dazed from her situation, the beating and the heat. She offered little resistance as we put the noose around her neck and then lifted her on top of the block of ice. Once we had her up there he adjusted the slack in the noose so that it did not have much in it when she stood on the ice. She alternately pleaded through the gag and swore like crazy - all to our great amusement. The room was full with guys who had paid $3 to get in and watch. The room was so hot so the bar keep was doing a land office business selling cold beer at the far end of the room. The block of ice was melting rather quickly now and soon the rope was quite tight. At this point I cut the rope holding her wrists against her cut so I could watch her struggle with the now quite tight noose. She had to stand on tiptoe to get any relief at all. The way the ice was melting I knew this would not go on much longer. She got up on h toes and tried to loose the rope around her neck and I took this picture of her in her last moments.

As the noose tightened and she could no longer get any relief she became very agitated. When he toes were just touching the ice I cut the hobble at her knees

As she slowly strangled she began to kick wildly in the air trying to find some purchase but of course could not. As the noose tightened her face grew darker and darker and her eyeballs began to protrude. Her feet now could not reach the ice and her body was raked with convulsive movement. Then with a sudden jerk a stream of piss flowed down and shit began to ooze from her ass.

After a few minutes the bar keep gave me a cigar and lit it for me. I thought it was some kind of prize but then discovered he wanted me to hold it to her tits. If there was no response then she probably was dead but he said to let her hand there for another 20 minutes before cutting her down.

I touched glowing ember to her nipple and there was not the slightest sign of response . . .