Posted by KnightStalker on March 29, 2001 at 10:49:46:
Dear Tatyana,
As promised, I have an asphyxiation story for you. But be careful what you wish for, because you might find it right here.
The Blue Vault
PROLOGUE:
Growing up in Petrograd had been a great experience for Tatyana. She was a child of "Glasnost" and had enjoyed all the new freedoms and free thinking that went along with the new order. As a writer she had been drawn toward the darker side of human behavior. At 29, she had finally begun to make a good living off of stories about intrigue and related subjects.
Tatyana's real passion was to become immersed in fiction about women being aspyxiated by men. She was fascinated by the domination and control men placed over women, and often fantasized about being the victim in such a situation. As a child she had often roleplayed with her sister, Ann, and her brother, Yuri, in murder adventures where Tatyana usually ended being the strangled victim. Although Ann eventually learned how to realistically play the part, too. Tatyana even became aroused by looking at pictures or movie scenes that either depicted or suggested that a woman was or would be strangled.
One thing that Tatyana lacked in her formative years was the experience of erotic strangulation. None of her early partners were willing to participate in the practice so she had to rely on masterbation while choking herself. Unfortunately she had to use some form of ligature rather than her favorite method of manual strangulation. As an dult she had encountered only a few men who would willing to accommodate her special need.
CHAPTER ONE:
It was early summer and time to take another holiday. So Tatyana packed her bags and flew to London where there were always so many interesting things to do and see. It was a far better place to search around for examples of the types of reading materials she liked. There were so many libraries and curio shops that housed the most delicious asphyia paraphenalia. As was customary she picked up a copy of The London Times and browsed through the advertisements to see if any new places had opened up.
Tatyana noticed one ad in particular. A shop called the Blue Vault ran a small picture of an evil looking and menacing characature together with a tag line that declared: "Everything Ever Published,and More".
It took some investigating to find the Blue Vault, but eventually she found it in an old quarter of the city. The narrow street looked much like the one Charles Dickens must have used for his books. The outside appearance of the shop would have intimidated some because of its unkempt facade with rotted shutters that hung half off of their hinges, and in turn, which partially hid the grimy blue glass underneath. The blue and partially rusted steel door resembled that of a mausoleum's. Even the sign above spelled out "Blue Vault" in old bones that were draped by a tattered and soiled blue shroud. Tatyana was excited to see such an unusual vision. Yet, she didn't believe the ad's tag line because the shop was so small.
She slowly made her way up the stone stairs and tried the door. It was locked. She pulled on the string that was attached to a small bell that was hung beside the door. No response. She pulled it again. Still no response. What a pity she thought as she made her way back down the steps.
The sudden and loud creak and groan of metal stopped her in her tracks. She tilted her head around and saw a figure half emerge from the partially opened door to the shop. A craggy old woman stood there with her shaking hand and beckoned Tatyana to come in. Without a word Tatyana entered the musty old shop. Once inside her she couldn't help but display her disappointment.
"Please don't take offense old woman, but this shop is much too small to house 'Everything Ever Published...'. Even a moron could tell that", Tatyana said with irritation.
"What is it that you want to see, my dear? You won't be disappointed. I assure you", the old woman retorted.
"Okay. I've come this far. I can certainly waste a few more minutes before I'll have to leave," Tatyana began. "I have searched this city over and over looking for some special fictional materials. I was particlarly looking for asphyxia books and other related paraphenalia. More often than not I have been disappointed by that lack of selection because I already have an extensive collection at home. What can you do for me, old woman, with such limited space?", she blurted with exasperation.
"Well, my dear, my grandson will help you find what you want. Louey dear, will you come out to the front of the shop to help this pretty lady?
CHAPTER TWO:
"Louey dear" appeared at the rear door by slowly sticking just his head out first, and then after seeing Tatyana, he nearly pushed over a stack of old books that were piled on the floor as he crisply strode up to her. Although his thick black hair was a bit disheveled, he made a generally neat appearance. His intense gaze and search all over her personage made Tatyana feel somewhat ill at ease.
"Go ahead pretty lady. Tell 'Louey dear' what you want. I know it's the kind of things he spends a lot of time with."
"Louey, I just told your grandmother I want to see what you have in asphyxia related reading materials."
"We've got a lot of delicious stuff. Don't we grandmum?", Louey contributed. "Come in the back and I'll show you. It's okay, right, grandmum?"
"Yes, it's perfectly fine, Louey dear. Go along now. I'll just wait for you here and we can have lunch afterward, Louey dear."
Tatyana somewhat relunctantly followed Louey into the backroom.
CHAPTER THREE:
There was no way that Tatyana could have prepared herself for what was to come next. She stared in awe. The backroom was not much bigger than the front of the shop....but it glistened and sparkled with high tech gear. Louey guided her over to the centerpiece which was a small boothe with a padded armchair and some unusual looking apparatus.
"What is all this? Where's your library of asphyxia materials?"
"Why it's right here you lovely thing. Sit down and I'll show you. Put on the apparatus, my lovely. No it won't hurt. What are you afraid of? Just put it on!"
When Louey's hands held her shoulders tightly, Tatyana put the apparatus on over her head. She fixed its position to fit over her eyes and ears. She saw nothing until she heard a click of a switch.
"Quite a sight, my lovely, huh. You are looking at what I call 'Participatory Virtual Reality'. It's neat. Not only can see where you are going, but in the split screen, you can see yourself in the "reality" as well. PVR allows you to choose a subject and, if you dare, to participate in it. I've put on the same apparatus you have, but I have the controller piece so I will be your guide and co-voyeur. So let's start. We have every book, magazine, movie, video tape, and E-mail that was ever created on this planet in our library. What would fascinate you the most?"
"As, as I said, I want to see what you have on asphyxia. (Click.) Oh my, just how large is this warehouse? It's like an airpoet hangar. My God! Look at the shelves of different catagories. 'Hanging', 'Suffocation....ohhhh, there's 'Strangulation'. Let's stop here.(Click.)
'Ligature with Stocking, Rope, Scarf'....n-o-o-o. 'Manual Strangulation', my favorite.(Click.)
My God, look at all of those old paperbacks, detective magazines....and movies. I know, show me the movie called 'Special Effects' please. (Click. Wurrrrrrr.....) Get to the scene where he chokes the blonde in bed. (Click. Weeeee....Click. Wurrrrr....) Ohhh, his hands are so strong on her neck. Ohhh, those powerful thumbs on her throat. She's so beautiful and I'm so wet, Louey. Thank you. I apologize for not believing. I wanted access to this kind of thing all my life. What did you say?"
"It's time for you to have the ultimate experience to go with the ultimate discovery", Louey dear started.
"I am going to show you one of the way's how I enjoy my 'neck fetish'. (Click. Wurrrrrr... Bffff. Zmmmmmmm..... Bffff. Zmmmmmmmm.... Wurrrr.......)"
"Louey, why that's you and I in the same movie. How did you do that? Ohhh. That PVR concept. You can 'morphe' our likenesses with those of the charactors. Wow! It looks so real. Anyone would think you were really choking me. Wow! But what about the split screen? (Click.)
Hey, what are you doing? Why did you put your hands on my neck? I can feel your thumbs on my windpipe, and I can see them there in the split screen. Louey, Stop!! You're really chok-uggghhhhh ... mugghhhh ... akkgghhh ... ukkgghh ..."
"Oh my lovely", Louey purred. "It's time for you and I to be in a silent movie now. Thank you. Did I tell you before? Your neck is so slender and long. When I saw it before I knew we would enjoy this together. Unh unh!My thumbs can feel the little noises you are still trying to make. Naughty girl. I guess I'll have to squeeze harder to stop you. Yes, harder!!
My, how deep my thumbs have pressed into your magnificent throat. You know your eyes are bulging now. Can't breathe at all now, hmmm. Yes, my lovely, it's time for you to kneel in front of Louey dear. Gee, what's happening to your complexion? Putting on a blue face for the Blue Vault?
You look wonderful in your suffering, my lovely. I just love it when a beautiful woman sticks her tongue out at me, especially when my hands are around her long neck. I also love the way your long blonde locks of hair get tossed around like straw while I am shaking you. But we don't want to mess your hair do too much, do we?
Can't hold onto my wrists anymore? Oh, don't be a quitter? Can you still see the screen my lovely? Didn't think so. But I certainly can. You look so pretty being strangled and dangled by your delicate neck in my hands. Whoops. Oh, pity now. I can tell that the show is over. Your arms are totally limp now, and so is your head which has fallen backward on your beautifully arched neck. Gosh I hate to, but it's time to let your gorgeous neck go. Ohh, and your throat has taken on another wonderful quality, my lovely. My thumb bruises have made quite an impression on you. Well, time to go. (Click. Click. Click.)"
CHAPTER FOUR:
Louey dear picked up the lifeless Tatyana from the armchair and carried her down to the old and damp basement. He found an empty blue vault which matched the color of her face and deposited her into to it. He then thanked her for her contribution to his and his grandmum's movie library.
He returned to the shop upstairs to have lunch with grandmum. She thanked him for all of his good work as a curator for their shop. She felt very comfortable that he would carry on the family tradition for the next generation as had his father and her husband before him. She also told him that he had now earned the right to use his full name, Lucifer.
KnightStalker