This story is not for the timid or the young. It contains sex, death, and
love. If you do not like stories that contain these things do not read. This
is pure fiction, I hope after reading this you know the difference between
fiction and reality.

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Passion of Death

John and Mary had been married for two years. They were like most couples and
have a satisfying but not exciting sex life. Mary had been searching for
something to spice up their love life. During college she had some experience
in bondage and had thought about getting John to try it. Since he was sort of
straight laced, she resisted bringing the subject up. She new that if they did
nothing their sex life would turn into a boring routine and then their love
might soon fade.

Mary decided to get on the Internet to see if she could find something
besides bondage that John might like. She hit the dialer but nothing happened.
For some reason it needed a password to dial out. She had only used his
computer for keeping the check book so had not thought about running into this
stumbling block. She looked around the room to see if something might give a
clue to the password. Having tried several combinations of his name and
birthday nothing happened, she was still locked out. Mary was about to give up
when she noticed a picture of Marilyn Monroe on the wall. She tried her name
but nothing happened. For some strange reason she type D-E-A-T-H, since
Marilyn was dead. To her surprise a new window opened on the desktop with a
menu choice she had never seen. There was an icon for stories so she clicked
on that one. A list of stories came up but she did not recognize the titles.
She pick a story at random and began to read. Mary recognized the story being
about bondage after one paragraph. She smiled at the thought of John being
interested in bondage. Maybe he was not such a prude after all, she thought.
Mary continued reading and was soon in shock. The story described the torture
and killing of a young woman. She quickly selected another story and found it
also to be about the death of a woman. Her mind was racing at the thoughts of
what John might be into. She wondered if he might be a serial killer in a
secret life.

Mary read fast and furious to find the details of the stories. Before long she
felt herself getting wet. She realized this and felt ashamed at being turned on
by this sick filth, yet she played with her pussy as she read.

The next month Mary would slip and read the snuff stories John had. She was
beginning be to consumed by these stories. She began to fantasize about the pain,
,the women felt, in these stories. One day before her excursion to the computer
she took a board and drove a dozen nails in it, leaving half an inch of the
sharp nails sticking out of the board. She took the board and set it on the
desk chair. She stripped off all of her clothes and rubbed her medium sized
breast. She picked a new story, while standing beside the chair and began
to read. When her pussy started getting wet she sat in the chair. She almost
screamed when the nails dug into her ass. She muffled herself to keep
from waking John in the next room. She felt the sharp nails tear into her ass
and this brought her to orgasm. Mary continued reading while the blood flowed
from her pierced ass. Mary had several orgasms using her fingers and the pain
in her ass. When she felt she had enough she stood and looked at her ass in
the mirror. There were holes and streaks of blood and this brought her to
another orgasm. She looked down at the desk chair and saw the blood covered
nails and chair. She became a little frantic realizing she had to clean this
mess up so that John would not see it.

Everything clean, Mary was about to slip into bed with John when she notice a
small icon in the corner of the screen. It was only by chance she saw it. She
looked at the clock and new she had to get to bed but could not resist the
temptation. Mary clicked the Icon and another story filled the screen. She
realized immediately that it was written by John. She relaxed and began to
read.

This story was about John and her. He had made some kind of device that
tortured the two of them as they made love. He wrote with such detail she
could almost feel the pain. She could not believe John had fantasized about
something like this. The story described how the device killed the two of
them while having sex. Mary cut off the computer, found a pair of panties that
would cover her puncture marks, and went to bed.

She lay in bed, sleeping very little, thinking about the story John had
written. The next several weeks she was consumed by the story. She even
stopped her late night treks reading the snuff stories on the computer. Her
only desire was to die in her lover/husband's arms. Finally she came to the
decision she had to do it. Their anniversary was two weeks away and she
wanted that to be the day.

Mary spent the day searching pawn shops for the knives she would need. It took
most of the day but found a pair that suited her needs. She then went to a
friend that did metal working. She explained what she wanted. He asked what it
was for. She only told him it was gift for someone. He told her he could make
it, but seemed a little strange. She then went about looking for some of the
other things she would use during their last sex act.

THe night arrived and she had all of the preparations ready. When John came
in from work she was dressed in a only garter belt and stockings. John was
surprised since he had never seen her dressed like this. He had always thought
of his wife as being a little prudish. He had dreamed about telling her some
of his deepest fantasies but knew she would think of him as sick.

John walked to her stripping off his clothes as he walked. They kissed
madly. He wanted her then and there but she pushed John away. Mary
looked John in the eyes and spoke, " Please wait, I have a surprise for you."

John could not guess what the surprise was but agreed to wait. Mary told John
to wait and come to the bedroom when she called. He stood wondering what
she was up too but knew it was going to be different. John was brought out of
his thoughts by the sound of Mary's voice, "Come in my lover, I am ready for
you."

John walked into the bedroom and froze in his tracks at what he saw. Mary sat
on a bench with her legs on each side. The thing strapped to her is what made
John stop. It was the device he had wrote about in his fantasies. There were
two daggers about six inches long connected where the handle use to be. In the
middle was a strap that went around his wife. There were two loose straps that
hung loose, he knew those were for him. He finally spoke and asked, " Hhhhoww,
did you know about this?"

Mary pointed to a hardcopy of his story. John asked with fear in his voice,"
Did you read the whole thing?"

"Sure.", Mary replied, "I read the story at least a dozen times. Happy
anniversary, Darling."

John spoke reeling in disbelief, " You do not really want to do this... I
mean, you know the results of this fantasy."

Mary replied calmly, " Of Course I do. If you do not do it with me I will
find someone else to go with me."

John walked over and sat on the bench. His hands trembled as he took the
straps and brought them around him. He buckled the straps as his heart beat
madly. He had never thought this fantasy might become reality. He left the
strap a little loose but Mary grabbed it and pulled it tight. He felt the
dagger slip slightly into his belly button just as Mary's was doing. The two
slid their sex together, being careful of the daggers. John slid his cock into
Mary's wet pussy. The two lovers slowly worked their sex toward each other. The
daggers kept John's hard cock from entering all the way into
his loving wife's pussy. He fucked her with only half of his cock till passion
got the best of him. Simultaneously they pulled closer. The daggers tore
into their belly buttons. The pain made them both wince. John looked down and
there was a small trickle of blood running down their abdomen.. John realized
his cock was now all the way in. Mary was the fist to begin the fucking
motions. The pain and blood had made her even hornier. Soon the two were
fucking with all of their passion. The daggers worked in and out of the
bloody holes as they fucked. The two of them recognized the pain but it had
now merged with their sexual arousal to make it one and the same. They soon
forgot about the daggers. In their lost passion they pulled each other close.
The daggers buried into their abdomen to the hilt. This made them scream in pain
but they continued their dance of passion. As John fucked Mary the same motion
made the daggers move in and out of their bodies, as if fucking them with a
life of its own. They moaned from the pleasure of their sex and the daggers
massaging their insides. With each movement they could feel the daggers and
Mary felt as if she had two pussies to be pleasured.

It did not take long for the two to reach orgasm. Either had ever had an
orgasm this strong. They screamed and John fell on top of Mary. This drove the
daggers slightly deeper. The two looked down at their blood soaked bodies.
John felt remorse at what they had done. He tried to jump up and call for
help. Mary held him tight and said, " Darling, we are dead now, there is
nothing anyone can do. Just relax and accept it and enjoy the moment."

Mary was living some of the things she had read about in the last few months
and only wanted more. She pushed John back to a sitting position and reached
behind her. She produced two more daggers. She handed one to John and kept
the other. She pointed to a spot four inches above the dagger in her
belly button and told John to stick it in her. The thoughts of this made Johns
cock harden inside of Mary. He touched the tip of the dagger to the side of
his wife's stomach and pushed it through the skin. Mary let out a small yelp at
the new source of pain. John then drove the dagger to the hilt. Mary exploded
in orgasm and fucked John's cock with her dripping pussy. Mary then touched the
point of her dagger to John's stomach and pushed half of it in. John screamed
and his cock seemed to grow another inch. They fucked like the end was
near, wich it was. The two had lost a lot of blood. Their bodies were weak but
the passion drove them on. Mary pushed the dagger all the way in john. They
fucked with one arm around each other and the other on the daggers, working
them around inside of their ravished bodies. They kissed and could taste the
blood that had come from their bowels to flow out of their mouths. They seem
to relish the salty taste of the blood.

They fucked for an hour after the second dagger. They were even trying to fuck
as the two of them slipped into unconsciousness. The two lovers died connected
by their love and the cold steel of the daggers.

THe next day the door to John and Mary's house opened and their best friends
and neighbors walked in. Jeff and Krista and been friends and neighbors for
the last two years and the four of them had grown very close. They had on one
occasion swapped partners for the night. Krista saw the two dead bloody lovers
and stared. For some reason neither of them made a sound. The two looked at
each other and smiled. They had walked in on the end of their friends
fantasies and their own. They looked at each other for several minutes and then
went to the two lifeless bodies. They removed the straps and pulled the bodies
to the floor. Jeff and Krista ripped off their clothes in a frenzy. Krista went
to john's body and was pleased that John's cock was frozen permanently in its
hard state. She lowered her already wet pussy onto the cold dead cock of her
former friend and lover. She felt the coolness as it slid into her hot wet pussy.
john's blood was still fresh enough that it covered her wet pussy. The blood
added more lubricant and she slid easily on his cold cock.

Jeff went to Mary and stuck a finger into her cold pussy. He was pleased she
still was a little wet from her sex with John. He eased his cock into her
pussy and began to fuck her with all of his might. He played with her breast
and loved the firmness that death had added to them. He kissed her and drove
his tongue into her lifeless mouth. He relished the taste of her blood and
wished he could have been the one to kill her. As it was he would just enjoy
the results of her death.

The two neighbors fucked their dead friends for the next couple of hours. When
they were finished the two of them got dress and started to leave when Krista
spoke to Jeff, "See, I told you. I knew if you got John turned on to snuff
they might do something like this. I think our other neighbors are about to
this point. I hope they do something as interpreting as John and Mary. I
can't wait to get that big dead cock of Mark's into me."

The End

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