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Eros' End: Rebecca's Choice
by Tantaluseros (tantaluseros@yahoo.com)
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At the "Final Bed and Breakfast" Rebecca chooses to
leave life in high orgasm, at the end of a rope...the
ultimate "swing." (MF, v, sn, fantasy)
***
As we ended dinner and the final bottle of claret was
consumed, it was time for the most important questions.
"Have you made the required arrangements?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied softly, "I've told my sister I'll be
hiking in Asia for several months. She'll look after
the cat and has my power of attorney, both legal and
medical."
The olive-skinned shapely brunette with grey eyes was
most relaxed after the meal of tournedos Rossini, an
interesting risotto and an exquisite parfait topped off
by the finest of Rothschild Bordeaux. Clearly, she was
physically relaxed and welcoming to whatever the
evening had to offer.
After all, it would be her last evening alive for
tomorrow she would be taking advantage of the unique
services found here at Eros' End, the "Final Bed and
Breakfast."
The client, who we shall call Rebecca, had first
contacted me more than a year ago, enquiring as to our
homestead nestled in the mountains of Pennsylvania.
This was followed by a private dinner with me in a
superb Baltimore restaurant where I let her view the
photo album of Eros' End and described to her, in the
most delicate detail possible, the services we provide.
Rebecca had learned of us through the very close
network of individuals who have visited the farm as
witnesses or friends of other clients who chose to use
the services of Eros' End for their final exit. The
very narrowness of that circle of individuals ensures
the privacy and continuation of our very special
mission: to provide the most erotic death experience
possible, severing the very cord of existence at the
height of sexual pleasure.
The claret consumed, it was time to open her file and
discuss her requests and the plans we had made. Rebecca
was 33, slightly over five feet, six inches, 138 lbs,
no deformities, very shapely and attractive, no
sexually transmitted diseases; holds a Ph.D. in
Psychology, is well traveled and twice divorced. She is
bisexual without any overriding preference.
Sitting in one of the Eros' End trademark soft blue
robes, slightly open to display the soft curve of ample
breasts and shaved genital areas, she provided a
pleasant dinner companion both in view and
conversation.
Such dinner attire has proven to be the most suitable
for clients who, whilst discussing what will occur on
the morrow, usually want to manipulate themselves or
other dining guests, sexually.
I opened the leather-bound file and began:
"As we have discussed, Rebecca, all the information in
this file will be destroyed after our services to you
are complete. They will be shredded and destroyed in
the same burn pit where your remains will be burned,
rendered to ash and scattered.
"As such, no trace of your visit will remain.
"Your execution is scheduled at 8 a.m. tomorrow
morning. You will be wakened at 6, stripped of all
belongings and clothes – which will be destroyed --;
you will be showered and offered a light meal or
beverage, then given an enema so as not to soil the
execution chamber too much.
"Precisely at 8 a.m. you will be short-dropped, naked,
your hands bound behind you, vibrators active inside
your anus and vagina, as you begin your final dance for
the witnesses you have chosen, in this case, myself.
"After you have breathed your last and the presence of
your urine and remaining feces indicate you are dead,
your body will hang for at least a half hour before I
cut you down and transport your corpse to the burn pit
where it will be immediately consumed.
"Do we understand each other, Rebecca?"
"Oh my God, yes, yes," she moaned softly, eyes closed
and a half smile across her lips as with two fingers
she brought herself to a violent organic spasm, her
juices flowing over the sheet-covered chair.
And so I carried her to her room, her body gone limp
from the combination of wine and orgasm. After placing
her on the bed, her lovely tanned body an erotic sprawl
of limbs on silken sheets, I had turned to leave her
for her last sleep when she asked: "Please, oh please,
let me sleep with your cum draining from my ass,
please."
Eagerly, I filled her last night's request, using her
copious vaginal juices to lubricate her smaller
opening. Inside, I quickly reached my climax over her
squirming body to her screams of "Yes, yes, Oh God,
yes!"
I wakened her at 6 a.m. precisely, having made the
arrangements in the execution shed the previous
evening. At first she seemed groggy from the night's
wine but gathered her wits quickly knowing what was to
come.
She asked that I shower with her; a request to which I
readily agreed, more than willing to soap down and
probe her receptive body for the last time. She did the
same for me, dropping to her knees quickly to take me
in her mouth, squeezing my buttocks and begging me
drain my seed into her mouth and down her throat.
Eagerly I filled her with a week's worth of pent-up
semen and she squealed in delight as it poured into
her. That was sufficient for her last meal, she said as
I wiped her dry and bound her hands with a silken cord.
She was silent and downcast as I led her across the
secluded yard to the brick shed where the trap awaited.
As I bolted the door behind us, I gave her one last
opportunity to avoid her chosen fate.
"It's time, Rebecca," I said. "If you have any regrets
or wish to reconsider, tell me now, else we proceed."
Her grey eyes widened and a slight grin crept across
her face as she whispered: "Now, please hang me now."
I hurried her up the scaffold and stood her over the
trap. She moaned softly as I fingered her cunt into
weeping and used her juices to ready both holes for the
steel vibrators which I quickly secured inside her with
straps around her waist.
Her body arched ecstatically as I threw the switch
activating the humming insertions. Her eyes opened wide
and she looked at she hesitantly awaited my final
words. Her legs spread as far as standing on her toes
would allow and the juices from her cunt began visibly
running down her leg as she arched again and again in
orgasm.
"Ready, Rebecca?" I asked sharply, standing naked
before her, fondling myself to the joy of her last
moments.
She nodded once and I powered the vibrators to high, as
I pulled the trap, dropping her six inches to a
screeching gasp. Her legs began the violent kicking for
ground she never again would feel as the vibrators
prodded her into orgasmic intensity never experienced.
Two more gasps for the fleeting oxygen and her legs
began to straighten and shake spasmodically. As I
ejaculated over her dying limbs her eyes rolled up into
her head as a squeaking noise accompanied the
protruding of her tongue.
The blush of death spread over her tortured grimace as
she began to swing slowly to and fro, a pendulum of
perfect dead beauty. Within several minutes her bladder
and bowels gave way and Rebecca was no more. I let her
swing for another 30 minutes before cutting her down,
allowing her body to fall into a container waiting
below.
Thus did Rebecca go to her chosen reward. As stipulated
in our agreement, her body and belongings were burned
and reduced to ash on premises, later to be scattered
to the four winds.
It's typical of the services we provide here at Eros'
End.
How may we best serve you?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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