Posted by tina on December 26, 20012 at 20:44:55:
Hi, everyone! I think I invented a new holiday. Enjoy!
“The Twelve Days of Asphyxia”
By tina
On the first day of Asphyxia my true love gave to me: a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On the second day of Asphyxia my true love gave to me: two throttled ladies and a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On
the third day of Asphyxia my true love gave to me: three Strangled
wenches, two throttled ladies and a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On
the fourth day of Asphyxia my true love gave to me: four hanging
women, three Strangled wenches, two throttled ladies and a noose hanging
from a pair tree.
On the fifth day of Asphyxia my true love gave to
me: five golden cords, four hanging women, three Strangled wenches, two
throttled ladies and a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On the sixth
day of Asphyxia my true love gave to me: six ladies choking, five
golden cords, four hanging women, three Strangled wenches, two throttled
ladies and a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On the seventh day of
Asphyxia my true love gave to me: seven dames a swinging, six ladies
choking, five golden cords, four hanging women, three Strangled wenches,
two throttled ladies and a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On the
eighth day of Asphyxia my true love gave to me: eight maids a
suffocating, seven dames a swinging, six ladies choking, five golden
cords, four hanging women, three Strangled wenches, two throttled ladies
and a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On the the ninth day of
Asphyxia my true love gave to me: nine ladies drowning, eight maids a
suffocating, seven dames a swinging, six ladies choking, five golden
cords, four hanging women, three Strangled wenches, two throttled ladies
and a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On the tenth day of Asphyxia
my true love gave to me: ten Lords a bagging, nine ladies drowning,
eight maids a suffocating, seven dames a swinging, six ladies choking,
five golden cords, four hanging women, three Strangled wenches, two
throttled ladies and a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On the
eleventh day of Asphyxia my true love gave to me: eleven pipe for
gassing, ten Lords a bagging, nine ladies drowning, eight maids a
suffocating, seven dames a swinging, six ladies choking, five golden
cords, four hanging women, three Strangled wenches, two throttled ladies
and a noose hanging from a pair tree.
On the twelfth day of
Christmas, my true love tied my wrists tightly behind my back with one
of the golden cords. I sleep in the nude and I was groggy from the
champagne we had enjoyed the night before. I’m not sure I mentioned the
wonderful bubbly we imbibed. My true love bound my wrists and then
walked me out of the bedroom still quite naked.
I saw several damsels
strangled as we walked through the house. My friend Shirley had been
garroted with one of the golden cords. The twins, Selma and Velma, had
been strangled with a sheer stocking. Velma wore a nude stocking on her
right leg and Selma wore a red stocking on her left leg. The mate
belonging to the other sister was wound and knotted tightly around the
throat of each twin. To avoid any confusion Velma was strangled her
sister’s red stocking. Selma was strangled with her sister’s nude
stocking.
My true love opened the French doors to the patio. I
walked out into the early morning light. There were various ladies
dead. Some sat on the chairs and love seats strangled from behind.
Their fine Victorian dresses hiked up to reveal their silk stockings and
ravaged pussies. I recognized Lady Jane despite her now grotesque
face. Above her ruby necklace she wore one of the golden cords pulled
tight and knotted. Her lovely blue eyes bulged wide from her purple
face. A cow tongue hung out of her gaping mouth.
Several wenches had been garroted and left sprawled on the ornate stone. The poor women’s dresses had been in similar disarray.
The
pear trees had been lined up around the pool. There were various
serving girls, prostitutes, and several surprised young debutantes who
dangled from the previously mentioned nooses. As my true love marched
me between the pear trees and the edge of the pool I glanced down into
the crystal clear water. All the ladies had stopped swimming. I
imagined it was difficult to swim in corsets and petty coats and lovely
velvet gowns. All the more difficult with a golden cord tied around
your wrists. The wide open eyes stared up at me through the shimmering
water.
On the far side of the pool I saw several ladies naked on
chase lounges. They had been sunbathing in the moonlight when each of
the ten lords had slipped a clear plastic bag over their heads. A
golden cord held the bags securely in place. Each dead woman’s arms had
been pulled behind the back and I imagined a golden cord tied tightly
around delicate wrists. I could see the gaping lips through the sheer
plastic sucked to the back of the suffocated throats.
At the far end
of the pool there was one pear tree with a noose. Under the noose was a
milking stool. I don’t know where my true love had found a milking
stool but there it stood. And very quickly there I stood upon it. I
started to tell him I loved him but the words caught in my throat as he
pulled the noose tight. He kicked the stool away. I strangled slowly
as I watched him walk away. He was heartbreakingly handsome as he
walked back toward the house where the lords and the gas pipes waited.
As the morning light had begun to fade I watched them stand and applaud.
My last clear vision was of my true as he walked toward the valves.
They found us all dead on the twelfth day of Asphyxia.