Posted by Sawney Beane on August 11, 2007 at 03:21:42:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #132
DANGLING DILEMMA
by Sawney Beane
2 May 2006
1,806 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 non-consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A quickie. It's ok.
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"Damn it, Jim," squealed Lisa. "What makes you think you can do this!"
"The fact that I just came in here and did it," replied Jim calmly. Staring levelly into the panicked blonde's desperate blue eyes.
"Joe is going to kill you if you hurt me," she screamed with terrified force.
"Well, we'll just see about that, won't we?"
Jim smiled widely and surveyed his work. In the space of a few minutes, he had created something magnificent. His roommate's girlfriend Lisa had dropped by looking for her boyfriend Joe while Joe was out. After informing Lisa of her boyfriend's absence, the seemingly pleasant and innocent Jim had wandered behind Lisa and with utmost subtlety grabbed her arms and snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists.
With her wrists thus secured behind her, Lisa could not help but realize the sudden danger. But it was about to get worse while she was still off balance and surprised. Jim had pulled down a noose, which he had hidden near the high ceiling and looped it around the girl's neck. Then with suffocating speed, he had raced to the wall and jerked on the rope at the other end of the noose, which ran over a pulley at the ceiling. Lisa's yelp of terror as her pretty feet unintentionally leapt off the floor into mid air had been cut short by the constriction of her throat.
Jim had tied the rope off when Lisa's toes were about three feet off the ground. He'd watched for a moment as she hanged, enjoying the moment. It was good, but it could be better. He'd brought in a high stool for her to stand on, and placed it under her unsteady feet. The height was perfectly judged, so that she could stand comfortably on the stool, but could not risk any sudden moves lest she fall off and hang again. He had then mercifully loosened the noose around her neck so that she could regain her breath. She had repaid this favour by hurling abuse and threats at him. Such an ingrate!
"Let me go, Jim," she wailed, "This isn't funny!"
"No, not funny as such, but I am enjoying it."
"Well, I'm not," she said, wiggling her shoulders impotently.
"I don't remember saying you were supposed to."
She looked back at him with large tearful eyes, but the pathetically insubstantial traces of pity in his heart were not in a position of influence.
"You seem overdressed."
"Huh?"
By way of answer, Jim walked over to her and removed her left shoe. She tried to kick him, but couldn't put enough effort into it to be effective without falling to her certain strangulation. He got the other shoe off and tossed both across the room roughly. Without the aid of her heels, Lisa was forced to stand on tiptoe to maintain adequate respiration.
Jim then proceeded to slip off the white sports socks, severely risking her balance and rendering her barefoot. She teetered on the balls of her feet and cursed her tormentor. With his long arms and a pair of scissors, he attacked her shorts and T-shirt, tossing the ruined clothing aside and leaving her in her pink undergarments.
The young man admired the trembling beauty for a few moments before proceeding. She protested, of course, but her pleas were becoming redundant and less coherent, so he barely noticed them. The bra succumbed after three small snips and flew across the room. Jim paused to cup the firm young breasts he had discovered. The succulent flesh trembled under his touch.
"Jim, for God's sake, please let me down!" she moaned. "What do you want?"
"You, Lisa, dear," he replied in gruff tones.
She sighed in resignation. "You want to fuck me? Is that it? OK, fine, you can; just please let me down from here. Anything you want."
"Well, I'd love to fuck you, Lisa, baby," he said, letting his fingers wander down below her navel sliding between silky skin and pink fabric. Then with a sudden jerk of his arm, he ripped off the last remaining garment from her shocked body and almost made her lose her balance. "But Joe would be upset."
"He's going to be upset anyway! He's going to fuckin' kill you for this!"
"Maybe so, but it will be worth it."
Jim let his fingers slid between her legs, which she had to spread slightly to keep from falling over. He touched smoothly depilated folds of sensitive flesh. "Funny, I would never have taken you for Brazilian," he muttered. "Joe's a luckier bastard than I thought. Nice tits too, and a mouth-watering arse!" Lisa's terrified mind fought with her stimulated body for control as he continued to explore her depths.
Jim slid two long fingers deep into her and wiggled them enough to make her gasp in mixed horror and pleasure. Then he pulled his fingers out and looked at them curiously before licking her fluids from his fingertips. "Yes, you have excellent flavour."
"Funny. You want to scare me?" she wailed with sudden redoubled ferocity. "Ok, you son of a bitch, you scared me. Now let me down."
He squeezed her rump firmly before stepping back and looking up at her eyes again. "Yes, I did want to scare you."
"Why the hell do you want to do that!" she screamed. "What did I do to you?"
"Well, nothing much," he murmured, "but that may be the problem so to speak."
"What?"
"Well, I got your attention now didn't I?" he challenged. "I'm certain of that; and do you think you really noticed me before today? Always running around with your Joe, but not even a smile on your stuck up face left over for me."
"Um," she smiled as pleasantly as possible under the circumstances. "Yes, ok, I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you. But you got my attention. If that's all you wanted, please let me down now; I promise not to tell Joe."
"Well, that's not exactly all I wanted from you."
"What?" she asked, her imagination spinning.
"Well, it's just that I have to kill you also."
Lisa's nude body trembled visibly. "Kill me!" she wailed. "No, don't! Why?"
"Oh, it's the only polite thing to do," he smiled, kissing her gently just below the navel.
"Polite? How is that polite? Let me down, damn it, you've scared me enough!"
"I know, but it would be rude not to kill you."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well, seeing as I am going to eat you; it would be very rude not to kill you first. Believe me, hanging is much preferable to being eaten alive."
"EAT me?" her wide eyes widened further. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh," he said, "You'll be delicious."
"I don't want to be delicious," she sobbed, "I want you to let me down." She was crying now, and her words became incomprehensible babbling. "Jim, stop this. Please, I'm begging you! Joe is going to be furious."
Jim just smiled and watched her terrified beauty. He'd thought of this moment almost as long as Joe had been dating her. But uncovered she had proved even more delectable than he'd allowed himself to imagine.
For her part, Lisa wanted to cry and roll herself in a foetal position, but the noose around her neck forced her to stand on her toes with her back arched, her body taut and painful. And also exposed. Despite her terror, she continued to feel embarrassed at the view this monster was having of her. Her body shook with welled up emotions.
Jim watched his prey for half an hour more before Joe returned from the library.
"Jesus!" Joe yelped, "Lisa! Jim! What the hell is going on here?"
Lisa moaned, "He says he is going to kill and eat me! Help me, Joe!"
Jim did not seem alarmed as Joe cast an accusing glance his way. "Joe, look at her. Just look at those ribs," he said pointing to the prominently visible ribs in her straining torso. "You know how much you love ribs. And that arse! Can you imagine it roasted up real nice?"
"Jim, I can't believe you're talking about my girlfriend that way!"
"Joe, damn it, she's a dish! We should take advantage of that!"
Lisa moaned again, "Joe, get me down, please!"
Joe looked at the hungry crazed look in his roommate's face and then looked up at his girlfriend. She did look delicious. Her body was a real stunner and would be succulent. It was a real dilemma indeed.
Lisa saw his uncertainty. "Joe! You're actually considering it? My god, get me down from here."
Joe looked at his girlfriend's breasts and genitals. They would make excellent meals, and it was true he wasn't getting as much use out of them as he would like these days.
"Oh, what the hell," Joe said to himself. "Sorry honey," he said simply as he kicked the stool out from under Lisa's feet.
The stool clattered to the floor in the corner of the room, and Jim giggled wildly. Lisa didn't have time to be stunned by her boyfriend's shocking betrayal. The noose tightened, and she felt pressure in her head and face and a red glow in her eyes.
"Watch the legs!" shouted Jim as Joe barely ducked the violent kicks of the hanging girl.
Jim and Joe watched for several minutes as Lisa flailed about in desperate and futile agony. Her jerky limbs slowed eventually, and her last few spasms made for a good show. Her glassy eyes stared down at them as a thin trickle of urine ran down her leg.
"Good thing you didn't do this in a room with carpeting," Joe said to Jim.
"Hey, I know what I'm doing."
"You do," replied Joe with a solemn nod and a respectful glance back at his now ex-girlfriend. "Dude, thanks for taking care of that for me," he said gratefully. "Breaking up with them is a bitch."
"No problem," Jim replied. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Why don't you make us a rump roast? That arse of hers will be delicious."
"Sounds good."
"Hey, don't even think of fucking her now," said Joe with a warning glare at his friend. "It's not right."
Jim looked disappointed, but smiled back at Joe. "Yeah, you know I wouldn't do anything to upset you."
"Sure," replied Joe with a smile. "Anyway, I'm going out for a while. That redhead from calculus class was in the library, and I think she fancies me. Think I will go look for her.
Jim nodded and smiled, certain that Joe's virile charm would bring the redhead home and equally certain that he would grow bored with her in due time. And the redhead was a feast.