Posted by Sawney Beane on September 10, 2007 at 23:03:27:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #146
INTERIOR DECORATION
by Sawney Beane
22 July 2007
1,420 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A bit silly, a bit nasty, and a tiny bit interesting. One that has been knocking around for a little while.
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"No, no, William, dearest, we simply must hang her in the entry way."
"But, darling, the ceilings the parlour are so much higher and will make for a more dramatic presentation."
"Yes, dear, but I want the guests to see her first thing as they enter the house."
"Oh, that's fine, but wouldn't it be so much nicer if that could watch her while they are circulating the hors d' oeuvres?"
"Yes, but the first impression is important, William."
"Fiona, we also have to be careful we don't make a mess on the guests' coats."
"I don't want you making a mess in my parlour!"
"We'll be careful."
At this point in the style discussion, a knock came on the heavy oaken door to the Calcraft mansion. A maid answered it, allowing William and Fiona Calcraft to continue their discussion.
The maid shortly led the guests into the cavernous parlour. The couple smiled as they turned to see the new arrivals. The older of the two women was of substantial muscular build and was dressed in a white uniform. She held the end of a leash, which was attached to a collar around the neck of the other woman.
The latter seemed younger, perhaps in her early twenties, and was petite and pretty with long dark hair and pert breasts. Most notably, she was completely nude.
"Ah, thank you for delivering her," said Mr. Calcraft stepping over to the uniformed woman and handing her a substantial tip. The woman unhooked the collar and released her charge. The young nude woman did not appear alarmed by any of this. However, she did not speak until she was spoken to.
The attendant was escorted by the maid while Mrs. Calcraft introduced herself to the new arrival. She nodded her head slightly towards the girl and shook her hand. "I'm Fiona Calcraft, and this is my husband William. Please make yourself at home; we'll be ready for you in a moment."
William Calcraft also shook her hand warmly saying, "Welcome, my dear, what's your name?"
"I'm Lindsay, Sir, thank you for your hospitality," replied the girl with formal shyness.
"Good, Lindsay, good," William smiled. "Everything is prepared; we just need to decide where to hang you."
The girl's placid expression suddenly changed to one of panic. "Hang me? I'm not supposed to be hanged. Please don't, Sir, it must be a mistake."
William Calcraft smiled, "Oh, don't worry, girl, it will be fine."
"But no, Sir, I am not to be hanged. I am only to be used for roasting."
Calcraft smiled more broadly, "All in good time, girl, just look through that window."
Lindsay looked out the glass doors to the back garden where a large fire pit waited with a large steel spit ready for a tender young woman. Several gardeners and other workers were setting about filling the pit with coals and starting the fire.
Lindsay sighed with relief to realize that her fate was the one she had prepared herself for. "But what was this about hanging me?"
"Oh, just as a display as the guests arrive. It will give them a good opportunity to see you before we get you on to roast, dear."
"Yes, Lindsay," chimed in Fiona. "We want to hang you over the entry way so the guests can see you as they enter. It will be great, trust me."
"Yes," added William. "It will be great for the guests to see you hanging here in the parlour."
Lindsay was uncertain, but the debate flared up and passed her by. After several minutes, both hosts smiled broadly. "We have agreed to hang you in the parlour," smiled Fiona.
"Yes, ma'am," said Lindsay with a weak voice. "As you wish ma'am."
Fiona Calcraft gave her husband a strained smile. "I do wish it, dear. It will be fine, you'll see."
Lindsay found herself the centre of a whirlwind of activity as the Calcrafts cleared the furniture away from the wall near the fireplace. They also spread a plastic drop cloth and set up a small stepladder next to the wall. Lindsay had expected to see a noose, but instead, William returned from another room carrying several tools and several large spikes.
"Please, dear, if you would just step right up here." Lindsay climbed the stepladder and stood on the top of it with her feet nearly a meter off the ground. Fiona watched approvingly and asked her to turn to face the room while William climbed another stepladder just to Lindsay's right.
He fiddled with a strange tool and cursed somewhat. In reply to a quizzical glance from Lindsay, he replied, "Magnetic stud finder; wretched thing."
Finally, he seemed satisfied. "Would you just place your arm just about...here," he said pointing to a precise spot on the wall. Lindsay obeyed and Calcraft positioned her wrist just where he wanted it. She watched in astonishment as he placed the tip of a large steel spike on her wrist and readied a large mallet.
"This will sting just a bit," Fiona warned from the floor.
Lindsay was not so worried about the pain. She had endured advanced pain management training and had come here prepared to be impaled alive on a great steel spit, but this was not quite in the nature she had been led to expect.
It didn't take much to drive the steel through her soft flesh and into the yielding wall. The pain shot through Lindsay, but she managed to push it back and control it with nothing more than a few tears of concentration and a small squeak of surprise.
But Calcraft was angry and pulled her arm away from the wall, which gave way easily. "Fucking useless stud finder!" he cursed as he repositioned Lindsay's bleeding wrist a few inches to the left and began striking the spike again with his mallet. This time the steel tip found wood and stuck securely. Lindsay was left with her arm pulled far to her side and no shortage of pain to deal with.
Fiona clapped her approval as Calcraft moved his stepladder and set it up on Lindsay's left. He repeated his stud finder performance and positioned Lindsay's other wrist. Fiona called out orders from the ground. "Just a tad higher, dearest!" And soon Lindsay felt the biting pain shearing through her left arm. This time Calcraft's stud finder worked on the first try and Lindsay was adequately crucified. Two streams of blood trickled down the wall.
William Calcraft climbed back to the floor and proceeded to spike her ankles to the wall awkwardly before removing her stepladder support. Lindsay fought hard to control the agony, but this was even beyond the advanced course. Live roasting and impalement would be a walk in the park after this ordeal, but she enjoyed the helpless feeling.
As the guests began to arrive shortly thereafter, they did not loiter in the entryway but instead wandered into the parlour and gasp in amazement at the crucified angel on display. Lindsay felt their eyes roaming over her delicate tortured body. She felt the attention and even noticed the lack of interest in hors d'oeuvres.
It was what she had been trained for. She relished both the agony and the delicious attention from every person in the room. She imagined what they must think of her tender body, how delicious it would be. She knew she was displayed perfectly. Once impaled, no one would be able to see her in all her glory. But now she was magnificent. In the end she enjoyed the added bonus to her ordeal. They had assured her that they would take her down before her crucifixion became lethal, and that took quite some time anyway. She would still be alive and kicking when they went to shove the spit through her. She was beautiful and everyone could think of nothing else.
William and Fiona eagerly chatted with their transfixed guests as the maids bustled around to serve drinks and snacks. William beamed proudly as he discussed his little DIY project, and Fiona glowed in her formal gown and magnificently decorated home. Lindsay's blood trickled down the walls in an alluring pattern and her tortured body writhed rhythmically. It was perfect.
The fire was burning in earnest outside the door and Lindsay could see her future infernal home from her position. She smiled inwardly and outwardly. After all of this she still had that to look forward to. She could not have imagined a better end.