I am looking for one or more people to beta read my story "The Family That Plays Together..."

Lots of sex, no bondage or NC content. See my journal on inkbunny.net for details.

I'm incubating a story. lIke most of my stories, this ends with the main character (MC) - a 7yo boy - getting snuffed.

It started out as a shota story. The MC, a voluntary sexual slave, would violate one of his master's rules and gets strangled to death as punishment(*). I came up with several ideas for what he did wrong, but none of them worked.

So I'm starting over. The master wants to buy a new slave, but is already at the limit of what the laws allow, so he has to get rid of one. And the MC volunteers. I'm pretty sure I can make this work.

But that change opened up possibilities. I can write it with a female MC just as well as a male one. And the MC can be an adult just as easily as a child.

(*) Actually, that's an oversimplification. The MC auditions for the starring role in a snuff film with the theme I mentioned above, and gets the part.

Feel free to vote at https://strawpoll.com/05Zdzx3DQn6

Once upon a time there was a website with the URL "dolcettish.com". It started somewhere in the early 2000s, and hosted material with themes similar to my stories: extreme BDSM themes, often leading to the death of one or more characters.

In March of 2024, the site owner lost interest and shut the site down. I have now created a new site that attempts to host the same type of materials. If you are interested, visit https://apdamien.info/dolcettish/

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Background: Reggie Bennington is a grad student at Dolcett University, which specializes in asphyxia of various kinds, including snuff. He has completed all his coursework for a Masters degree in Erotic Executions, but he still needs to pass a practical examination, which involves executing several people using various forms of breath deprivation.

This is his third execution. But there's a problem: she is not psychologically ready for her execution.

Here is the execution order

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Libby Clark
Age 19
Sentenced for: stealing food
Method: vaginal sex with manual strangulation
Condemned is in tears. You'll need to get her "in the mood."Libby Clark
Age 19

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And here is the beginning of the scene:
Reggie opened the door and found Libby weeping silently. Her tears turned to sobbing when she saw him.

"Relax, Ms. Clark. Nothing is going to happen to you for a few minutes."

"But.. but… you're going to kill me, aren't you?"

"Yes. When you're ready."

"I don't think I'll ever be ready."

"Here." Reggie handed her a small towel.

"All I did was eat some ice cream."

"An entire half-gallon, which you stole from another student."

That set off another bout of sobs. "Well… yes. But I was so hungry…"

"I think you know that's no excuse. There are vending machines in the common room."

"But I didn't have any cash," Libby protested. And my credit cards are maxed out."

"You could have asked another student to lend you some money."

"I… didn't think of that."

"Well… just sit there until you stop crying. Then we'll discuss what happens next."

Reggie sat down, got out his phone, and started reading the material he was studying.

Libby stopped crying just under half an hour later. She sniffled a few times, then said, "I think I'm ready now, Mr. Executioner."

Do you think this emotional change is believable? Or do I need to find another "lever" for moving her into readiness?

I've been working on a new story. Relatively simple compared to most of what I've been writing lately.

Outline: Rosa wants to get fucked and hanged. She gets into an argument with the clerk at the Execution Center and ends up seeing the Warden. She convinces him that she's not depressed or anything like that. She expects to get a "super orgasm" from it.

After a short wait, a hangman comes out and escorts her to an execution room. He has her strip and lean against the wall, then fucks her doggy-style. She cums twice

I just about have her noosed up, when my internal story-teller, says, "That's too simple. You need to add a little extra."

Okay: the hangman pulls out before he cums in her. She objects. She wants to finish him with her mouth.

But he doesn't want to cum because he has another client in two hours. That client is supposed to get fucked in the ass and then hanged.

And here's where I end up arguing with myself:

On side says, "She's being deprived of getting to feel him cum in her. Unfair! And it slows down the story too much.

The other side says, "Just letting him fuck her and hang her makes it too simple."

Too simple? It's already 2,280 words long. That's more than my 2,000 word target.

I hate to give up on that extra customer. Granted, it won't please the readers who only want female victims. And yet, it feels right somehow. The extra client is a serial killer: he's been grabbing young men off the streets, ass-raping them, then hanging them. So it's only fair that he should get to experience the same thing.

Besides, he'll cum while being fucked, and it will bring out the realization that he's actually gay, and he's been doing this because he actually wants to get fucked.

What do you think?

Option A: finish inside her, take her up the stairs, put the noose around her neck, and drop her.

Option B: deny her that last bit of pleasure: just take her upstairs and hang her.

Either way, she gets to experience hanging and that "super-orgasm" she' wanted.

What do you think?

I'm starting a story about a professional bondage top. His advertisement says: "I will do anything you want to you -- except snuff."

After a client tricks him into strangling her to death, he realizes that he really enjoyed snuffing her, and changes his ad: "I will do anything you want to you -- snuff included, 50% extra."

At the end of the story I plan to have him snuff himself and a volunteer. But why? Is it just a form of "final exit" from a painful incurable disease? Or a public demonstration for various reasons (e.g. protest or raising public awareness)

Some ideas I have come up with:
1. Get rid of the self-snuff ending - have him snuff one more volunteer, then retire/leave the country
2. He has incurable cancer and wants to get one last pleasure before he kills himself
3. He wants to do it in public to raise awareness of sexual snuff
4. The police are going to raid his demonstration. The venue can resist them long enough for a hanging, so he goes out in style
5. The final snuff scene is part of his protest against the new anti-snuff law

Thoughts? Ideas? Preferences?

I'm writing a story where the protagonist uses a digital camera to film her not-quite hanging herself. (Full hanging comes lagter) I've never used a digital camera, and I don't know the terminology.

When you have a camera that can do both still pics and motion, what do you call it when you set it to take motion. "Movie mode"? Something else?

Also any other terminology that would be obvious to somebody who uses these things regularly will probably be helpful.

I'm trying to figure out a story based on a game. Actually, I have two slightly different ideas for the game.

1. A variant of Truth or Dare. Let's assume two players. Fur #1 (the asker) asks a question. Fur #2 (the answerer) can choose to answer the question (truthfully) or accept a dare. The dare can be (and usually will be) for the answerer to snuff him/her self. At that point, the answerer can either go through with the dare, or change his/her mind and answer the question.

2. Dare or snuff. The asker asks the answer to do something. Probably embarrassing or painful, but non-lethal. If the answerer rejects the request, the asker can name something else, which might be even worse: probably a form of suicide, like "hang yourself" or "shoot yourself in the head". Again, the answerer can reject the second request and perform the first request.
This can be expanded to more than two furs. After each answer/dare/snuff, the next fur to the left becomes the answer. For example, A asks B, then C asks D. After going all the way around the circle, Fur A gets skipped (not fair to let him/her have the advantage twice in a row) and the next player to left becomes the asker.

The problem is, I can't think of any questions embarrassing enough that a fur would snuff himerself rather than answer, or for version 2, any dare sufficiently bad that snuffing yourself would be preferable.

Suggestions?

When I sit down to write a story, I usually start with humans, then rewrite the story with furry characters, but sometimes the furry version comes first and I rewrite it for my human-oriented sites like Dolcettish and The Dark Spot. The furry versions are more likely to have MM sex and/or male victims. Male victims are not very popular on my human-oriented sites , but I think people may be more open-minded on my furry sites.

But just to make sure, I've created a poll. Feel free to vote your preferences. I'll take them into account next time I write a story with furry characters.

Note: votes are anonymous but please vote only once per RL person. And feel free to add comments, either here or on the poll.

Here's the poll URL: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/J9BSJHW

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I'm working on a story that includes several "snuff poker" games. The rules are simple:

1. All players start with the same number of items of clothing.
2. The dealer (non-player) shuffles the deck, then deals a card (face down) to each player, then another, until each player has five cards.
3. All the players turn their hands face up.
4. Whoever has the worst hand(*) takes off one item.
5. The first player to lose all his/her clothing is the loser. Whoever has the best hand(*) at that time is the winner.
6. The winner gets to snuff the loser, however he/she wants.

(*) There is a system for breaking ties, which is irrelevant to this experiment.

What I want to figure out is how long this is going to take. I have done a Monte-Carlo simulation to figure out how many hands it takes (on average) to choose a loser and winner. For 4 players with 6 items of clothing each, the expecrted length is 21 hands.

I'm looking for one or more people to perform an experiment to determine how long it takes to "play" a round. There are three requirements:

* You must play cards often enough that you can fairly quickly shuffle a deck of cards, deal several hands, and gather the cards for the next round.
* You have a timer of some sort (not a wall clock) that you can use to time the experiment.
* You have the patience to do this repeatedly, enough times that the time to start the timer, then stop it at the end is negligible in comparison with the time spent "playing" cards.

If you are willing, please perform the experiment and post the times (or send me a private message). I will give credit for assisting me in writing the story (unless you prefer to remain anonymous). If several people post/message me within a day, all will get credit.

I need help with a story. Not the writing per se: I can write most of the pieces (except maybe the plot twists: I'm not good with conflict). But if I just write it straightforward it will be boring.

Unlike most of my stories, there is no snuff, no asphyxia or bondage of any kind. There is a fair amount of sex, though.

The protagonist, Gordon, is a defense lawyer (second chair). He is also the prosecution's star witness,
Structure: The story as will intersperse Gordon's testimony with strategy sessions, and maybe changes in strategy as they observe the jury's reaction to the testimony. Sort of like an episode of Bull, or maybe a case that spans two episodes.

I need help in two areas:
1. A convincing (to the reader) strategy to convince the jury to bring in a not-guilty verdict
2. Mixing the strategy discussions with the testimony and in-court legal maneuverings.

I’m working on a story that is being difficult.

One of the characters is a Junior (third year) at Dolcett University(*). He was caught cheating in an exercise and will therefore automatically fail the class. Normally this would mean he could take his choice out several different execution methods, but the Professor has told him to choose between waterboarding and a longdrop hanging.

And I can hear him dithering in my head. On one hand, the longdrop, ending in a broken neck, is considered a coward’s way out. On the other hand, he is horribly afraid of drowning (which is why he cheated in the exercise).

If he chooses the longdrop, it will all be over in a second. But it is not only déclassé, it is about as sexually uninteresting as he can imagine. If he chooses waterboarding, he could probably get a coed to fellate him while he suffocates. But he might be too afraid to even get hard, much less enjoy her ministrations.

And he just refuses to make up his mind.

Maybe I should rewrite the professor’s note to take away the option and just longdrop him in the Quad.

What do people think?

(*) A college that teaches sexual asphyxiation, beheading, and other forms of snuff

I started a commission for somebody, then got hijacked by a story that demanded to be written. Now I can't find the story I started. I've searched my messages and journals on all the sites where I'm active, and can't find it.

*Sigh*. At least I don't charge in advance, so the customer isn't out any money.

And I have two more stories that I've written the first couple of paragraphs for.

I have posted my latest story, "Underwater Adventure" to my Patreon account: https://www.patreon.com/APDamien
Only $1 per story. No monthly charge because I can't write a story every month.

Four drownings (one a double with a blowjob) and a hanging (anal sex).

Note: the current version is all humans.

When I look at somebody's favorites, they have labels at the bottom, "1 month ago and older", "3 months ago and older," etc.

Does anybody know if those times reflect when the drawings etc. were posted or when the person "faved" them?

Essentially all of my writing is sexual, so it's not surprising that the characters sometimes blush. But a blush is mostly not visible when the face is covered with fur. So I sometimes write about the character's face 'heating up" -- the same physiological response, but not visible on the outside.

But that brings up another question: blushing presumably serves an evolutionary (social) purpose. But in furry species, the blush isn't visible so it doesn't provide that advantage. So... would furries evolve blushing as humans have? Or would it either not develop or be out-selected because it carries some metabolic cost but conveys no benefit?

Asking because I have a character blushing in the story I'm working on, "A Year at Dolcett University".

I'm now looking for someone who has watched at least one Oscar show in the past 10 years. I'm adding a second epilog, in which the protagonist gets a (posthumous) Academy Award for his performance (Best Actor in a Snuff Picture), and I want to make the presentation at least semi-realistic.

finished my story "The Movie Star," and I'm looking for one or two beta readers. Not just proofreading: I want someone who can help spot awkward phrasing, continuity errors, things like that.

This story is set in a world where people can sign a slave contract, which allows their master to put them to work or use them for sex or snuff them. (The contract can include limits) The protagonist, a squirrel named Brad Marchand, wants to be the star of a snuff film. And of course he gets his wish.

Warning: this one isn't short: a novelette of over 15,000 words. Preferably somebody who's done beta reading before.

Prologue

Passage of the Voluntary Slavery And Assisted Suicide Act of 2025 -- better known as the Stacks-Yancy Act -- created a new industry: snuff films. You might think it difficult to find someone willing to take the starring role. You would be wrong. The pay (to the star's heirs) is amazing, and the opportunity to become famous -- even posthumously -- brings more volunteers than there are parts to fill. This is the story of one such star.

Note: This interview appears at the end of the story, but is filmed the night before the main character gets hanged.

The Interview

(Announcer's voice offstage) Please welcome Bradford Marchand, the star of the upcoming Dusky Horizons movie, The Rein and the Rope."

There was loud applause, followed by whistles and cheers as a squirrel with blond headfur walked onstage, stark naked, and sat in an armchair facing noted talk show host Ashley Moore, a springhaas with an auburn pixybob, wearing a black shirt and a royal blue jacket dotted with white.

Ashley: Well, this is something new. I’ve never had a guest show up au naturel before.

Brad (shrugs): This is the way I’ll be in front of the lights and cameras tomorrow morning. So why not promote my film this way?

Ashley: No problem. So, tell us a little bit about "The Rein and the Rope"

Brad: In this film, I'm a rancher. But the bad guy, the Mayor, forges a mortgage and takes my ranch away. I get together with some other ranchers he's cheated and start stealing his cattle, selling them in Dodge for money to buy new ranches somewhere else.

Dissolve to a grassy field with several dozen steers grazing. Brad and several other malefurs ride in, rope six of the cattle, and lead them off. A lone ranchhand tries to chase them, but after a bullet misses his head by a few inches, he rides away to get help.

Dissolve back to the talk show studio.

The Mayor sets up a trap for us, but I hold his ranch hands off long enough for my guys to get away, but they capture me and take me to town to be tried.

Ashley: And you're found guilty?

Brad: Of course. And sentenced to hang.

Dissolve to what appears to be an old West courtroom -- two long benches, six middle-aged men in faded clothing sitting on benches, Brad and a clean-shaven man in an old style suit & string tie at one rough wooden table, a man with a star at another, and a simple desk with a white-haired man holding a gavel.

Brad stands up, looking nervous. The judge says, “I sentence you to be hanged by the neck…”

Brad looks sick.

Dissolve back to the talk show studio.

Then we have a couple of sex scenes in the jail.

Dissolve to a jail cell. Brad bent over, leaning against his bed, looking back over his shoulder at a fox. Both have erections. Brad’s tail is raised, exposing his tailhole. The fox approaches Brad and starts to push his cock into the squirrel.

Back to the studio

The "next day" I get marched out to the gallows and hanged. That makes the townsfolk mad and… Well, I won’t give away the ending, even though most fans of the series can figure it out.

Ashley: Just to be clear, you're a slave, right?

Brad smiled. "Yes. the Stacks-Yancy Act requires it. If you kill a free fur, even with consent, it's murder. but with a slave contract, you can do anything that the contract allows. Including killing them -- me!"

Dissolve to the town jail. The sheriff putting Brad into one of two cells. And back to the studio.


Ashley: And yet you sit here smiling.

Brad: There's an old story about a man who finds a genie in a bottle. He opens the bottle, and a bunch of smoke comes out and says, "Thank you for letting me out of the bottle, Master. Tell me what you want of me."

And the man says, "Go and be free."

The genie bows and says, "No. I am your slave for life."

The man ponders for a while, then says, "I order you: from now on, behave exactly as you would behave if you were free."

That describes me. I would do this as a free squirrel. The slave contract is just a formality so my hanging will be legal.

Ashley: This time tomorrow you'll be lying in your coffin. How do you feel about that?

Brad: (shrugging his shoulders) Ehh! It won’t make any difference to me. Dead is boring. When you're dead you don't do anything, don't feel anything. What leads up to death, that's the fun part.

Ashley: And your feelings about that?

Brad: Take a look at my lap.

An inset appeared in the lower-right corner of the screen, a close-up of Brad's crotch. His cock was sticking out, hard, with a drop of pre-cum at the end.

Ashley: (looking at her monitor) I see.

Brad: So, yeah, I'm really turned on by the thought that I'll be dangling by my neck tomorrow.

Ashley: Did you bring some bloopers for us?

Brad: We did make some mistakes -- every movie has mistakes and retakes. But "bloopers" usually refers to funny mistakes. We really had only one of those, and that only because it happened more than once.

Dissolve to the town square. Brad, naked, with his hands tied behind his back, going up the steps to the gallows with a guard on either side. He misses the third step and falls, nearly landing on his face, but one of the guards catches him and helps him to his feet.

A "bluuurrrp" sound, and the scene begins again. This time Brad misses the fourth step. And again, this time the second step.

Brad (voice over): It's not easy to walk up stairs with your hands tied. RT finally had us change the scene. Track 2?

The same scene, but this time the guards hold Brad’s arms and appear to be forcing him up the stairs.

Ashley: That sounds… really sexy. What was it like, preparing for this role?

Brad: It wasn't just for this role. I started way back in college. I'd already decided I wanted to be an actor -- I played second lead in the school play in tenth grade, the heavy in eleventh grade, and the male lead in twelfth. (takes a sip of water) There was an elective class in Snuff Drama in my sophomore year. The description sounded interesting, so I signed up. Each week we watched a movie, then spent an hour or so discussing it. And I was totally turned on! Especially by the films where a male was hanged or strangled.


Ashley: Is that when you decided to…

Brad: No. I was hoping to be a Hollywood star. But by the end of my junior year it was clear that I didn't have the glamour to win that kind of role. So I started thinking about supporting roles. You can make a decent living on parts like Sam in "Casablanca" or the Prosecutor in "Miracle on 34th Street". But halfway through my senior year I realized that wasn't what I really wanted. I wanted that starring role -- my name up on the marquee -- even if I could only do it once.

Ashley: So this is sort of a last resort for you?

Brad: No. Sorry if I gave that impression. But… I kept watching movies that ended with a hanging. I'd go to an 8PM showing, watch until the hanging, then go straight home and fap. Sometimes I didn't make it home. I'd spread a blanket over my lap, sit in my car in the dark, and imagine myself hanging there, kicking, strangling, dying in the noose.

Ashley: Hit you hard, huh?

Brad: You got it. Then I'd grab something to eat out of the fridge and go to bed. And wake up in the middle of the night, so horny… By the start of my senior year, I knew that I really wanted to star in a hanging snuff movie. Preferably a Western, like "The Rope and the Rein", but I'd have taken the starring role in any movie that would accept me. Well, any high-quality movie. Who wants to be the "star" of a film that is hardly better than somebody's home movie taken with a Steadicam?

• Dissolve to the same scene. This time Brad is standing at the front of the platform with the noose around his neck. The Mayor, standing behind him, pushes him off the edge of the platform. Dissolve back to the studio.


Ashley: And then…?

Brad: I started working out in the gym. Weight training to look more heroic. Running and an aerobics class until I could hold my breath for over three minutes without hyperventilating. And of course I got in as many plays as I could. By that time I was good enough to get the lead or second lead almost every time, and I went for plays that involved hanging. Non-lethal, of course, but I told them to leave me up there until I gave a double-kick as a signal I was losing consciousness.

Ashley: Sounds like a lot of work.

Brad: Yeah. I hired a hanging coach to help my technique, both control, so I could last as long as possible, and technique -- making it look good.

Ashley: Well, you obviously succeeded.

Brad: Yeah.

Ashley: I've heard rumors about people being forced into snuff films -- forged signatures, that kind of thing.

Brad: Yeah, I heard those rumors too. I mentioned them to RT -- that's Mr. Toft, the Director. He said, "Unwilling actors don't win Oscars."

Ashley: That sounded exactly like him. I've met him.

Brad: Yeah. He was pretty definite about it.

Ashley: So then…?

I did some research. Financials -- who was doing the blockbuster snuff movies, and reviews -- where the best snuff movies were made. And I found that HDH Vortex made more money -- and more importantly got more Oscars -- than any other studios. And I went to see theatrical releases, and rented some DVDs. And the Dusky Horizons series really turned me on. So I came here, talked Toft into letting me do a screen test, and, well, here I am, doing my dream role.

Dissolve to the same scene. Brad is in mid-air, a couple of feet in front of the gallows platform, his waist about even with the platform. The clip shows 3 seconds of his feet kicking as he struggles for air, then dissolves back to the studio.

Ashley: Thank you, Brad. I can see you're eager to get out of here and get in character for your next scene, so goodbye and good luck.

Brad: I don't need luck. I've got what it takes.

I just posted 23 photo captions in my "tip jar" account. You'll need to become a patron there ($1) to see them.
https://www.patreon.com/posts/36724129

Warning: humans, hanging, snuff, (mostly) consensual.

Or you can wait: I'll be posting them on Motherless in two months.

I have posted two new covers on my inkbunny account: https://inkbunny.net/apdamien.

They are NSFFA.

WARNING: Snuff fantasy, humans

I have decided to put my captioned images on my personal website. I'm starting with the 25 newest ones, but I'll be adding older ones over the next few days.

URL: http://apdamien.info/nfair/damien/captions/

I currently have them organized by the date I created them. Does that make sense? Would alphbetical be better? Any other suggestions?

These are all human, unfortunately. I have a fair number of images of furries going breathless, but very few with the right expressions (smile, sexual excitement). If anybody has suitable images, I'll see about adding captions to those as well.

I've been working on a long story: I go to Santamos (The Island of Consensual Executions) with 10 women. Lots of sex, hangings, stranglings, a few other snuffs.

But when we're not fucking (and being a man, I need rests in between), we need something to do. I've written a bunch of touristy things -- watching executions (in person and on TV), shopping for kitschy souvenirs, eating at fancy restaurants -- and I've run out of ideas with 3 girls left to execute.

Any ideas for what people might do to pass the time in between sex and executions and meals?

NSFW: Death

Background: Holly is playing the lead role in a play that will end with her getting impaled on a round wooden stake (about 2" diameter) with a sharp point. She's practiced for this part and knows enough anatomy to be able to get the stake where she wants it. I'm getting ready to write her last scene, but I can't decide what the proximate cause of death should be.

My two main candidates:

* She wriggles down the stake until the point presses against her heart. Then she wraps her knees around the pole, straightens up as much as she can, and lets go. The stake pierces her heart, killing her in seconds, with a fair amount of bloodflow down the stake and out her cunt.

* She wriggles around to get the point going into her neck, then lets gravity pull her down so the stake compresses her windpipe, strangling her from inside.

You aren't restricted to these two options: you can nominate something else, e.g., the stake piercing one of the big arteries in her abdomen or chest, causing her to bleed to death internally.

Please add a comment with your vote, or if you prefer you can send me a private message or an email to APDamien[at]ca.rr.com

Note: I'm posting this poll in several places. Please vote in only one.

(Note: I have not yet assigned species to the characters, but I will post the furry version a month after the story appears on Patreon.)

Here are a couple of snippets from the story:

Monday evening: "So how was the dress rehearsal?" Honey asked.

"Undress rehearsal, you mean." Sally quipped.

"Yeah, I guess so. How was your 'undress rehearsal'?"

"Fantastic. When I felt that spit slide into my cunt I almost lost it! But I held onto the scared look. One of the stagehands turned the motor on, and I felt it go deeper and deeper. When I felt the tip start to prick my cervix I opened my mouth to scream my pleasure, but I concentrated on my role and managed to make it look like I was in pain instead."

"You're one hell of an actress."

"Oh, the pain was real. Just a matter of reinterpreting it. But then.. then I ad libbed a little."

"Tell!"

"I bent my legs and started fucking the spit."

"You didn't!"

"I sure did. And the director gave me hell for ad libbing this late in the show. But the Faculty Advisor said it looked credible, taking a last pleasure however I could get it."

"So that's going to be in the performance?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"I have got to get tickets. I hope they're not sold out!"

"I got some freebies to hand out." Sally handed her roommate two tickets.

"B10 and B11? Right in the middle of the second row?"

"RHIP."

"I'll say. Thanks!"

"You've been coaching me on my lines and helping me get my facial expressions and body language right. It's the least I could do."

Tuesday Afternoon:

Holly "allowed" the guards to lead her to the stake, a wooden pole with a sharp point on top. Erik Eyton, in a guard uniform, led her up the steps to the platform. Lonny, another "guard" followed, carrying a spear. Holly stood naked, just behind the stake. Erik and Lonny each put a hand under an armpit and lifted her onto her toes, moved her forward until her opening was directly over the point, then let her down.

Holly gasped theatrically as the tip of the stake entered her cunt. She bent her legs, forcing her cunt down onto the stake. It was thick, over two inches in diameter, and rough. Holly put on her carefully practiced "in pain" expression, then straightened her legs until it was only an inch deep, then bent her knees again to take it a little deeper. She repeated this, again and again, a little deeper and a little faster each time.

A whisper ran through the audience. "She's fucking the stake." There was laughter, then applause. Holly acknowledged it with a nod and a quick smile, then put pain back on her face.