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Chapter 21
I gave anna a full week to reconsider her request. During that time I did my best, within the bounds of propriety as her owner, to shift her focus to the positive aspects of her life as my slave, even going so far as to invite her back to my bed every night. Admittedly, that tactic may have backfired because I still could not bring myself to enter her lovely but infected grotto. Privately I gave orders to pang and tatyana to talk her out of her death wish, if they could. But as their mistress and overseer, anna refused to let them speak of the matter.
Every morning I read anna's journal entry for the previous day to learn what I could about her emotional state, but she had closed off that window to her thoughts. The entries merely spoke of mundane household matters — chores and schedules, to-do lists and menus — as though it was of no consequence that her life was rapidly drawing to an end.
It was not until the evening before the day of our final meeting that she made reference to the only subject matter that counted. This is what she wrote.
Master Daniel has promised He will not sell this unworthy slave to another Master or to a brothel, although it is His right to do so. He has also agreed in His loving mercy to put this miserable slave and her diseased body to an end, for which she is deeply grateful. May He do so soon and in a way which allows this slave one last opportunity to bring Him pleasure no what it costs her in pain and suffering.
"You understand, I hope, that I really don't want to snuff you," I said when we had all assembled in the living room that last night.
"Yes, Master. This slave is happy beyond words that you have graciously agreed to do so."
All three slaves were naked. anna knelt on the floor facing me while pang and tatyana sat side by side on the couch, watching intently, not saying a word, their eyes round with a mixture of fear and excitement. I had made it clear that if they failed to dissuade anna from this path, they would be required to take part in what followed. Involving them in anna's death would ensure their cooperation should the authorities ever be drawn in. We would all be equally culpable under the law. anna's expression was peaceful.
"Do you understand also that I grieve at the prospect of losing you?" I asked.
she closed her eyes and spoke softly. "Yes, Master. This slave apologizes for any and all discomfort she has caused you."
"And that out of anger for your determination to deprive me of your body — a body which belongs to me , not you — I might well decide to punish you by making your death cruel and terrible?"
"Yes, Master. This slave begs only that you dispense with her in whatever way pleases you most."
"If this is to be done, it will be done now. Tonight. Do you realize that?"
"Yes, Master."
"This is your last chance to remain alive and in my service, anna. I love you and want to keep you here as my loving slave. But unless you ask to withdraw your request to die, you will be snuffed within the hour."
Tears began leaking from the corners of her eyes, but there was no hesitation. "This slave appreciates her Master's love and the years of having lived under His loving discipline and rule. she loves him deeply. She also understands that the end of her life is at hand and is thankful for his kindness in bringing it about. It is her sincere wish that she be put to death as quickly as her Master wishes and in any manner he chooses."
"Very well," I said, defeated. "It shall be done. As your owner and Master I hereby decree that you be put to death this very night, as soon as the necessary equipment can be set up."
I paused to let the words sink in. The two slaves on the couch looked stricken, pang holding tatyana's hand for whatever comfort that might bring. But neither risked speaking out.
anna's hands trembled a little, but she managed a calm, "Thank you, Master."
"In acceding to your request, I am allowing you to deprive me of property that I love and cherish. For such insolent selfishness on your part it would behoove me, as a stern and just Master, to take you to the dungeon, stretch you out on the rack until all your joints have been torn loose and crush your bones one by one until, screaming in agony, you beg to be taken out, tied to a stake, drenched in kerosine and burned alive."
anna shuddered. "Yes, Master, if that is your will."
"Or perhaps it would be a more appropriate example to my other two slaves to impale you on a stake through your cunt and have them flog you with a cat tipped with metal shards until all your skin is torn off, then train high-intensity UV lights on your exposed meat and so they can watch you slowly bake to death."
"Yes, Master," she murmured, weeping openly now, terrorized at the possibilities she had wrought. Still, she gathered herself and added, "This slave asks for no mercy, only that you be pleased with how she dies."
I sighed. "But I won't do any of those things. You have been too loving, devoted and obedient a slave to be snuffed as though you were otherwise. Even now, having brought about your own sentence of death, you subordinate your natural fear to your duty to please your Master. Here, then, is how it will be done."
I spent the next fifteen minutes describing in detail exactly how the sentence would be carried out, including everyone's role. When I was finished, anna smiled up at me and asked permission to give me a farewell hug and kiss. I granted her request.
When all the preparations had been completed, a process that took less than half and hour, I led the solemn procession to the dungeon. anna, the condemned, walked behind me, followed by pang (who would succeed her as head slave). Bringing up the rear and locking the dungeon door behind us, was a nervous tatyana. anna was now the only one completely naked, not even wearing her collar and cuffs. I was dressed in my Dungeon Master's black leather outfit with the open crotch with pang and tatyana in long black gowns. anna was not restrained in any way. I had made it plain that since she had initiated her death sentence voluntarily, she must attend to its execution voluntarily.
We stopped and let anna take in the scene and its fearful implications. If it filled her with dread, she did not show it. A noose dangled from a ceiling pulley and a low footstool waited directly beneath it. The elaborate hangman's knot that pang had diligently fashioned was strictly for show; a slip knot would have worked just as well for what we were about to do. But it was an effective touch and I'm sure anna appreciated it.
pang placed a cushion on the floor in front of me and anna knelt on it. she took my manhood into her mouth and with loving licking and kissing brought it wetly to life. When satisfied with its solidity, she accepted a condom from tatyana and rolled it on me with her mouth. Then she stood up, climbed up on the footstool and slipped the noose over her head, extracting her long blond hair from under it. tatyana, at the other end of the rope, pulled it taut. pang handed anna a pair of handcuffs. anna quickly snapped one cuff on her left wrist then, with her hands behind her back, snapped the other on her right wrist.
"This slave loves you, Master," she said and kicked the stool out from under her feet. They were her last words. The noose cinched firmly around her neck as her body dropped slightly, leaving her feet dancing in air an inch off the dungeon floor.
I quickly righted the stool just in front of her and climbed up on it. This aligned my penis perfectly with her cunt and for the last time I entered her. she wrapped her legs around my waist and I put my hands under her buttocks, lifting her a little to give her some relief from the deadly clutch of the noose as we rode each other to a wild mutual orgasm. Without losing a stroke, I leaned over and suckled her breasts alternately. The noises she emitted were an incredibly erotic mix of choking gurgles and strangled cries as she struggled for breath while writhing in jolting ecstacy. When my own explosion had come and gone and my ramrod had withered to a useless sponge, I reluctantly let her go, withdrew and stepped down off the stool. I pushed it aside where her desperately searching feet could not find it. she continued to thrash and struggle at the end of the rope for at least fifteen minutes, the noose ever tightening as her body twisted and bucked in its involuntary efforts to find a way to breathe. Gradually her mid-air dance quieted to spasmodic squirming, then to small tremors. Finally she hung limply, her torments ended.
Later that night, having borrowed Jake's yacht Titipoo , we gave anna a respectful burial at sea. The next day I mailed off a letter she had hand-written to her parents explaining that she was going to Southeast Asia for a vacation trip. She didn't say specifically where. A suitcase filled with the clothing and other items she would have taken for such a trip were sent to the bottom of the Atlantic along with her lovely body.
Ah sweet anna, how I miss her now! Not that I don't get plenty of sex from pang and tatyana, not to mention the many opportunities my friends give me to fuck and play with their slaves. But there was so much more to anna and in our relationship than I will ever find in any other slave. Or any other woman, for that matter. I've spent endless hours second guessing myself, rethinking how I could have handled her suicidal despair. But it always comes back to the same impasse. If only she had been able to accept the fact that I could no longer use her for vaginal intercourse and been satisfied with my utilization of her remaining uninfected orifices. If only she could have been content as my most cherished possession, mistress over all my other female properties, beloved and treasured for her beauty, perfect obedience and willing submission. But none of that was enough. she had known the full force of my love and lust for her, and she could not live with less. I broke her heart, and although my mind tells me I was entirely within my rights as her owner to make the decisions I did, my own heart is broken as well.
I enjoy pang and tatyana, and I will probably acquire other beautiful slaves in the years to come, but there will never be another like anna. Not even close.
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