Posted by Sawney Beane on October 16, 2006 at 23:28:04:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #86
A WOMAN'S PREROGATIVE
by Sawney Beane
1 February 2002
1,576 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: This is decent, a different take on a recurrent theme. Pretty self-explanatory.
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Andrea finally came downstairs wearing only sandals, a tiny neon green string bikini, and a forced smile. Her shoulder-length light brown hair was tied back into a tight ponytail that made her look much younger than her twenty-three years and exposed her delicate neck in a most alluring way.
Jack had been waiting for her. He didn't think it should have taken her well over two hours to get ready, but he felt that today was probably not the best day to complain about her behaviour. He smiled broadly and embraced his scantily-clad girlfriend.
"Mmmm...you look absolutely delicious!" he purred as his big hands caressed her lower back and firm buttocks. "I can't wait!"
Andrea didn't reply, but she closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy his gentle explorations of her shapely body. He kissed and stroked her before saying soothingly, "Are you ready, my love?"
Andrea hesitated a bit before replying. "Actually, Jack, I was thinking maybe we wouldn't do this after all."
Jack was taken aback briefly but retained his composure. "But why, darling? You don't have to worry; you'll be great!"
"Yes, probably, but I think I've decided I'd rather not."
"But we have the licence, and everything's ready."
"Just because we have a licence doesn't mean we have to use it," she replied patiently. Her mind was made up, but she wanted to break the devastating news gently. "I'm sorry to get you so excited and then back out, but I just can't do it."
Jack pondered for a moment, wondering how to deal with this setback. "Honey, are you worried about it hurting? You don't have to worry, because I've been practicing, and I'll make sure you don't feel a thing. It'll be fine."
"No, Jack, it's not the pain. It's just that I don't want to die."
"But for as long as I've known you, you've talked about how much you want to be devoured!"
"I know, Jack, I do very much want to feed myself to you."
"Then why not just do it?"
"Because I've been thinking, and I can't both be eaten and stay alive, and I think that given that choice I might prefer to stay alive."
Jack was speechless, so he resorted to the sensual and absentmindedly pulled the end of the bow between the cups of her bikini top. The two small pieces of cloth separated, freeing her shapely medium-sized breasts. He slipped the bikini top off her arms and allowed it to fall to the floor as he embraced her and pressed her soft breasts against his chest. Andrea again closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy the intimacy.
Jack slid down to his knees and kissed her breasts and trim belly before untying the bows at each of her hips. The bikini bottom dropped to the floor revealing her freshly shaved pubic mound. She had apparently gotten through her preparations before having her change of heart. She spread he legs slightly so that he could explore this smooth novelty.
When Jack stood up again, he was emotionally torn. Of course he knew he could not force her to do something that she didn't want to do, but, on the other hand, his mouth watered for this delectable creature. He had anticipated the feast she would be for so long that it was difficult to readjust to her new views on the matter.
But Jack had at least one more tack to try. "Come on, darling, when you see what I made for you, I'm sure you'll change your mind!"
She allowed him to lead her out the back door and onto the porch. Andrea's sacrifice was, of course, big news in the neighbourhood, and Andrea knew that all of her neighbours and probably quite a few guests would be watching from the windows of nearby houses. However, she was justifiably proud of her body, and she didn't mind the idea of dozens of people watching her as Jack practically dragged her into their back garden.
In the centre of the small back garden was a large cylindrical chopping block made of a slice from the trunk of a large tree. A shiny sharp axe was embedded in the middle of the block. Andrea felt a chilling terror at the thought of that blade passing through her slender neck. Still, as usual, this terror evoked sexual arousal in her. She had looked forward to this moment for so many years that it was difficult for her to close off her desire to give herself over to Jack's culinary whim. It would be so easy and so beautiful. Despite this reawakened desire, however, other emotions arose to maintain her will to live.
Andrea gasped theatrically at the first sight of Jack's chopping block. She did this for his benefit, pretending that she had not seen it before. In reality, however, she had spent the better part of an hour sitting near the window of her bedroom contemplating their fateful back garden as Jack had set up the tools of her demise.
"It's great," Jack enthused. "Go ahead, try it on for size!"
Andrea allowed Jack to lead her over to the side of the chopping block, and she knelt down beside it and placed her neck across the smoothly polished wood after Jack had pulled up the axe. The size of the block was such that with her chin hanging over one side, her breasts pressed against the opposite edge of the block. Jack gently slid her ponytail to one side, exposing her vulnerable neck.
Andrea was more turned on than ever now, and her emotions battled themselves again. She trusted her boyfriend and knew that he would not decapitate her without her permission, so she was comfortable assuming this dangerous position. He certainly wouldn't behead her, or would he? Maybe it would be better if he did. No, she didn't want to feed any man who would be that treacherous.
"See how great it is?" Jack enthused.
"Yes, darling, it's fantastic."
"Wouldn't it be nice to just let go and be what you have always wanted to be?"
"Yes, darling, but I just can't. I want to live out my life."
"But, honey, once it's done, you won't know the difference."
"Yes, but I'll know before you do it."
"No, I can do it really quickly. I'd have your head off in on blow, I promise!" he reassured her. "You'd only have to maintain your desire for ten seconds, and it would be done!" Jack raised the axe above his head, aiming it at her slender neck and hoping she would decide to go through with it.
Andrea rose to her knees calmly and then stood up as he dropped the axe onto the grass. "No, my love, I can't let you do it. It's not what I want anymore." She knelt in front of him. She was not begging for her life. It was already hers to do with as she pleased. But she wanted him to accept her choice, and she retained hope of salvaging their relationship. Maybe they could get married. Maybe they could have children! That was a thought that had never so much as occurred to her. Suddenly the future expanded dizzyingly in front of her. Her future had a few hours ago not extended beyond this moment, but now it was a long unknown path.
She unzipped his jeans and slid them down over his hips and slipped her eager lips over his erect penis. She needed to show him that she was more fun alive than she was dead. She made a good attempt.
A few minutes later, she had all of his clothes off him, and he was on top of her and in her as she lay on her back on the cool grass. The neighbours would be disappointed by the cancellation of her snuff show, but at least they'd get to see some real passion. At the peak of her orgasm she turned her head to see the shiny silver blade of the axe on the ground a few inches from her face. It was unstained by her blood, and she knew it would remain that way.
After Jack had exhausted his sexual energies and rolled over onto his back in the grass next to her, she stared up at the sky and pondered her new possibilities.
"You'll get old, you know," Jack said philosophically.
The idea of her beautiful body slowly decaying horrified her, but she accepted it and replied. "I'll not be the first."
"True," he said and lapsed back into silence.
"Jack, dear, I saw a great-looking blonde at the market yesterday, and she was marked down. Why don't we go get her before someone else does."
"If you want to; we've got a ton of stuffing in the kitchen for her."
"Yes," Andrea replied, standing up. "I'll make your favourite dish." She smacked her own shapely buttock by way of playful demonstration.
"You're my favourite dish, Andrea."
She laughed. "Yes, dear, but if you roast my rump, who will cook it the way you like it? I doubt you could make even me taste as good as I can cook them."
"True enough; let's go get that blonde and you can show me what you've got."
They re-entered the house arm in arm on their way to a very different future than either of them had ever imagined.