“The Twelve Days of Asphyxia”


Posted by tina on December 26, 20012 at 20:44:55:

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“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.