The Ultimate Death by The Digital Man Ever since I was young, I had always been fascinated with death. Even at that young age of 12, thoughts of death gave me an erection. In fact, my first erection came during childhood games where I pretended to be shot or stabbed by my friends. Then during my years of puberty, while having sex with various women, I dreamed of them being dead or killing me after we had sex. When the body dies, instinct dictates that we create a new life. Men who are hung get an erection and ejaculate. Auto erotic behavior is common in men and women and results in many deaths each year. No one knows whether the deaths were an accident or not. Now, in my forties, I long for a highly sexual death at the hands of a woman or couple or with the help of a cult needing a volunteer for human sacrifice. If my death could be filmed and viewed by hundreds of people, I would gladly be a willing player for any method they could devise. After participating in a final sexually deviant display for all to see, I want to be tortured and executed in the most horrific and bizarre method imaginable. I must be conscious throughout and given no drugs to alleviate the pain. A man on the net told me that the best places to go for this kind of death are outside the country. Brazil or the Philippines are the most likely places. After much research and talking to hundreds of people in my snuff groups, I decided on Brazil. I spent a long time getting my affairs in order and making arrangements to go. Although I loved my wife, she could not give me the kind of high that I needed. She was very prim and proper and had never quite been into sex or the bizarre world that I now loved and craved. I told her that I was going on a business trip for a few weeks. I said my goodbyes and could barely stand not to see her again. Getting killed in Brazil was easy. In fact, it is the murder capital of the world with death squads and kidnappings. During my flight to Sao Paulo, I met a delicious woman on her way home. She told me her best friend was kidnapped and because her family couldn't pay, she was dismembered and thrown on her family's lawn a week later. This kind of thing happened all the time. I said my good-byes after we landed and proceeded to the red-light district where I could find the people in the know for what I craved. My first night was sleepless as I wandered the streets and explored on X-rated shop and one strip club after another. At around 3 AM, I found a back room in one shop and people were cheering and fixated on a small movie screen. As I watched, a young girl was being whipped as she hung from a tree branch. Her arms were outstretched and she was naked. Her boyfriend was on his knees in front of woman holding a large sword. He was also naked and sobbing. From what I could gather, he had been told to either kill his girlfriend with the sword as they wanted or she would be whipped until her bones were laid raw. He stood up and grabbed the sword. The whipping stopped. He made a cross gesture over his chest and plunged the sword into the sweet white belly of his girlfriend. She screamed and struggled as he withdrew the sword. The blood oozed from her body. The woman said something to him and he again begged for this whole scene to stop. Another crack of the whip hit his girl's back. He then held the sword like a baseball bat and swung it at his girl's midsection. Her body below the waist fell to the ground. She just looked at him with astonishment and made no sound. The blood drained from her body quickly as she began to lose consciousness. One man who was watching, picked up the lower half of this innocent girl and began to rape it's lifeless form while this sweet couple watched. The young lover fell to his knees and dropped the sword. The woman picked up the sword and quickly beheaded him. The head tumbled to the ground as his girlfriend died watching the spectacle of her dismembered body being raped and her boyfriend being killed. When the film ended, a man came up to me and asked if I wanted to buy a copy. I told him I'd be interested in finding someone who'd be able to get me in touch with the producers. I was also looking for someone who might know about a local voodoo cult I'd heard about. He looked a little nervous, but when I handed him a $100 bill, he told me to meet him here tomorrow night. The next night I met him at the same shop and we got a taxi and went to another part of town where I was introduced to a horrible looking man with large mustache. He asked if I was a cop and I was frisked. He then asked me what I wanted. I told him that I wanted to volunteer to be snuffed or to be sacrificed by a satanic cult or another sadistic group. I had heard that many of Brazils kidnap victims end up that way. He just looked at me in a queer way trying to figure out if I was real. He handed me a knife and said, "if you want to die, show me how committed you are." I grabbed the knife and stuck it into my forearm in one side and out the other. I almost passed out from the pain and left the knife in place for all to see. He just smiled and asked if I was truly willing to go all the way. I pulled out the knife and licked the blade. He said he knew of a group of satanists who were always looking for a person to sacrifice. But he said, "It will be a horrible death." My cock got hard just thinking about it. Could this be real? Are there really groups here so vicious as to sacrifice another human being? I had to wait a few days until he could check out my background. The group was very secretive and leery of outsiders. They lived deep in the woods with nearly 200 members. They would come to the city to kidnap women, men, or children for their monthly sacrifice. It would be almost a week before he came back to me to give me the instructions as to where, when and who I would meet to take me to the group. I decided to explore my sexual dark side while I had the time. What I wanted would expose me to aids, but that didn't matter at this point. It was HIV that kept me from finding my bisexual self anyway. Now I could go all the way with as many men as I could find and not worry. I found a gay bar on a really seedy street. Inside were some ot the most rabid queers I'd ever seen. The bar was smoky and smelled of sex and leather and beer. It wasn't long before a guy came up to me and said something in spanish. I didn't understand, but he motioned for me to follow and grabbed his crotch. I got hard just thinking about what I might be doing in the next few minutes. We went into a room with a dirty sofa covered in stains. He sat down and opened his pants for me to see his rapidly growing penis. Seeing his hardening cock got me so damn hot. I rubbed my shaft through my pants and got to my knees to take my first taste of a cock. He could see how excited I was and got himself ready for a great blow job. His cock was smooth and hard and big. I got my mouth to within an inch and could feel the heat and smell his aroma. I instinctively opened my mouth and began to devour his cock. It was so warm and hard and wonderful. He pumped my face with incredible force and held my head as his balls released their load into my mouth. The warm goo filled my mouth and overflowed around his shaft. It was sweet like nothing else I'd ever tasted. It was then I realized that there were nearly a dozen men in the room watching us. They were all rubbing their crotches as my mouth pulled away from this wonderful cock. I felt strands of cum leaking off my chin. Each man began to strip and form a line. This would truly be my final depraved act. I was in heaven. I didn't even wipe my lips as I made my way to the first man in line. As I got to my knees, I looked down the line to see a sea of cocks waiting for my mouth. Each man was fisting himself. I sucked on the cock in front of me and savored this moment forever. If only my prim wife could watch, she would be shocked. I'm so glad she will never know what fate awaits my body. As I sucked, the other men moved around me. As my mouth filled with cum, the spewing cock would be pulled out of my mouth and replaced by another. I would no sooner attempt to swallow a sweet load when my face and throat would be drenched in a different tasting, but still wonderful creamy load. After 30 minutes, I was finished. My face, hair and upper body was awash in sperm and my stomach felt warm and strange. I got dressed and left this glory hole and went back to my hotel. Before entering my room, I was grabbed, gagged, a hood was placed over my head and my hands were tied behind my back. I was thrown into a trunk and driven away. Could this be a typical Brazilian kidnapping? I felt the presence of someone else in the trunk, but had no idea who it was. We drove for hours and my body ached. All at once we stopped and the trunk was opened. I and the other person were pulled out and taken to separate rooms of a building. My hood was removed, my gag taken out and my hands untied. A woman told me to strip and give her my clothes. As I hesitated, she hit me with a stick. I quickly took all of my clothes off and handed them to her. She looked at my body with an approving gaze and left the room. I heard the same conversation in the distance as the other person was told to do the same. It was a woman's voice I heard answering this bitch of a prison guard. The voice seemed familiar. I awoke the next morning and the same bitch guard came in with a shaving kit. She explained that Lord Satan required clean flesh absolute nakedness for his subjects. It suddenly dawned on me that this was not a kidnapping, but simply the planned manner of getting me to the cult without risk to the group. I began to relax as if all was happening as planned for me. I was thrilled as she gently used the straight razor to take off all of my hair including that on my head. When she finished, I looked in the mirror to see my bald and hairless form for the first time. It was somehow erotic and the feeling of my cock and balls was incredible. As she left, I heard a scream from the other room. A man was shaving the woman I had heard and shared the trunk with. Again her voice seemed familiar. Would this be a double sacrifice? I got hard at the thought. Maybe they would let us have sex before or during the event. I couldn't wait to see her. By evening, I was becoming bored and a little nervous. I had waited all day with on the thought of my impending death. I knew their was no turning back. I was committed to die in any way they wanted. I hoped it would be filmed and that people would enjoy it. The door to my cell opened and a man placed a hood on my head and again tied my hands behind my back. I was led away and into what felt and sounded like a grassy area. The grass felt cool under my feet and the air was sticky warm with humidity. I was sat down in a chair and tied tightly around the chest, neck, waist and legs. I could not move. My hood was removed and to my horror, my wife was tied naked to a table in front of me. She was gagged and looked at me in horror. I couldn't speak as I looked around to see nearly 200 people seated behind me and a few standing, dressed rather oddly, around the table. They all wore robes and masks with horns. Each was holding a large knife. What had I done? How did my wife deserve any part of this? I looked at her and begged them to let her go. I promised to give them anything they wanted. The woman guard began to speak to me in a soft tone. "Satan needs horror. He feeds off fear and evil. Your coming here voluntarily is a fine gesture, but our sacrifice must involve extreme gore, humiliation and pain. Your death will be all that and more, but watching your wife die a hideous death will electrify the air and give us the kind of sacrifice our lord demands. As you watch her body be defiled and then see her flesh split open and hear her screams, you will understand what you have done to her and beg us to stop." With that, a robed man moved closer to my pretty wife and laid his flaccid cock over her face. She struggled to avoid it with her mouth, but as it grew in hardness, she was unable to keep it away. He stood behind her head and jerked off until his cock sprayed cum all over her face. She spit as it hit her lips. She just looked at me with a combination of hate and fear. Another man did the same and then another and another until her entire face was covered in cum. She had never liked oral sex and she hated this. Did she know she was going to be killed soon? Another man stood in between her spread legs. There was a gap in the table. He pulled out his cock and viciously began to fuck my wife. She screamed in pain as he thrust into her again and again. Her breasts shook with each attack. I was somehow aroused by this until I realized she was responding to his attack and beginning the first waves of an orgasm. Just as she began to cum, another man stood next to her and held up a huge knife. I don't think she saw it as he plunged it into her belly. She screamed and her body rose off of the table. The man fucking her came and pulled out spraying her body with cum. As she passed out, her body bled and the cum and blood mixed. A young girl walked up to my wife and began to lick the bloody fluid and everyone cheered. She walked up to me and smiled, her face red with my wife's blood. As my wife came to, she just looked at me and then at her body with the knife sticking out. She screamed and wailed in pain. I struggled to get free to help her, but I was trapped. This was my doing and I was powerless to stop it. My wife had ample breasts and one of the robed men was holding a knife up to her right breast and saying something. She rolled her head from side to side and he suddenly sliced her breast off in one clean horrible stroke. She again screamed and fell unconscious. I yelled at him to stop. He placed the breast on a silver plate and brought it over to me. I couldn't look at it as beautiful as it once was attached to my wife's body. He began to take it around for all to see and touch. A few of the men touched it and smiled at me. After everyone had seen it, he threw it over to a group of large dogs. They immediately began fight over it and eat it. He went back to my wife who was regaining consciousness and held another knife over her body. Everyone cheered as he plunged it into her again. She screamed and flinched as he pulled it out and repeatedly stabbed her over and over again. I cried out as she just lay there dying. I wanted to take her place. I can't tell you how horrible this was for me. I only wanted to die a glorious death and leave my wife at home to live out her life in peace. My wife had been stabbed a dozen times and was near death. Her head fell to the side and she just looked at me with glazed over eyes no longer in pain. My woman captor walked by me holding an executioner's ax and stood next to my nearly dead baby. , as she was called, looked at me and asked if I wanted her to suffer or die. I begged her to let my wife be freed of this torment. Vera then said, "Only you can end her life with this ax, or else we will skin her alive as you watch." My hands were cut free and the other ropes untied. I was stood up and walked over to the bloody table where my wife lay dying. Vera handed me the ax and I leaned over and kissed my baby one last time. She still had the hate in her eyes as I held the ax high and started my downward swing. I didn't want her to suffer any more. As the ax came down, I gazed at her body all spattered with blood and semen. She was torn open revealing her bowels. The blade of the ax hit her throat and tore through to the table. Her head pushed back an inch as the blade separated it from her body. Her eyes fluttered and she mouthed something. Her legs trembled now without direction from her brain. She was dead and her body was still moving. Some men moved in quickly and untied her from the table. Her head was impaled on a pole where all could see her death expression. Her body was also thrown to the pack of dogs. They tore at her flesh as I watched and was, myself, lashed to the table. The dogs growled and snarled as they ate her body. I cried for her. She was never supposed to see or feel the horror that I would now endure. How had it felt for her to go through this? How did she feel about me before she died? With my body now tightly held in place, I could only wonder what kind of death I would suffer. There was nothing they could do to me that would be as horrible as seeing your own wife killed before your eyes. Little did I know that even in my darkest desires, this death would be ten times more painful than I could ever imagine. Vera asked me if I was ready to serve Satan. I could only mutter yes. With that, a young girl walked up to me with a straight razor and looked up at Vera. Vera said, "Go ahead honey. He won't feel it." The young teenage girl held my genitals tightly in her tiny hands and my cock instantly got hard. She placed the razor tight up against the base and sliced my penis off. I felt some incredible burning pain in my groin. The little girl just held my still hard, but fading cock in her hands and smiled. Her little hands were bloodied and she took my cock back to her seat showing her parents what she had. I was horrified and bleeding. Vera sprinkled some powder on my groin which stung. She then lit it with a match. My crotch flamed up brightly and then just smoked. I could feel the heat and my wound had been quickly flash cauterized. I could smell the burning flesh of my body. An older teenage girl with a nymphet figure came up to me and Vera handed the girl my testes. Out of my scrotum, they were pink and slimy with some blood. The girl place one in my mouth and Vera told me to eat it. I just swallowed and almost gagged. The girl placed the other one in my mouth and I swallowed the slimy nut. It tasted like the men I had sucked off the night before. A man walked up to Vera holding a tool that I had seen before. It was for disemboweling. It was sharp and curved. A prayer was chanted and I nearly passed out from the pain that was constant in my groin from having my genitals sliced off and burned. Vera touched my face and told me to relax. I could not see the face of the man about to rip my body apart. I could see that the blade was scalpel sharp and gleaming. He held the tool with two hands as he stood up between my legs and placed the tip of the blade under my sternum. I was breathing heavy now and sweating in the thick jungle air. As I looked over at the dogs, they were still eating the tattered flesh and muscle of my wife's body. Her bones were showing. I also looked at her face on the pole behind me. It was so calm and white. The blade pushed into my gut and he pulled it firmly down toward my navel. It burned like fire and I struggled to pull away. He was careful to only go just deep enough to open me up, not to tear apart my innards. The pain was unbearable and I passed out. When I awoke, Vera was giving me some strange drink to keep me conscious and lucid. I looked down at my body and simply gasped seeing two sets of retractors holding my gut open. The masked man was carefully pulled out my intestines and placing them in a large urn. The pain had subsided for now, but I was queasy and felt weak. As he continued, I was painfully aware of my impending death. I wondered how long a man could live with no bowels. He reached inside me with two hands, one holding a knife and sliced my stomach away from my throat base. As he pulled it out, I could hear sucking sounds as air passed into my torso through the open hole. I could feel the cool air moving inside the cavity of my body. I had no genitals or bowels. I was a useless blob of dying flesh and bone, but they were not done. As I lay there pondering the growing pain and smelling my insides and the burnt flesh where once my penis resided, many of the crowd stood up and formed a line moving in my direction. They were each given something that looked like a staggered bladed cheese cutter. I had longed for a stabbing death like my wife had endured, not to be sliced up like this. A woman approached me and held out her cutter. She looked over my body to find just the right hunk of flesh to take. "Now you realize," said Vera. "You will suffer being eaten alive one painful bit at a time until all members have tasted your flesh. If you are still alive after the last member has taken his/her sample, you may chose how you want to die from our suggestions. I tried to pull away from the woman's hand as she placed the cutter against my flesh and pulled firmly slicing down a quarter of an inch into my chest. The pain was horrible as she pulled away a 2 by 2 in chunk of my flesh. She immediately placed it into her mouth and chewed it warm. My blood dripped from her mouth and my chest. As each member approached me, I cried in pain and struggled to escape. I had wanted to die not be tortured like this. After 50 people had taken their sliver of my body, I was a bloody mess with barely any skin left on my chest and abdomen. The raw flesh burned like fire and I passed out. Again, Vera was feeding me some more of the concoction as I awoke. Looking down at my body, I realized that my legs were also raw flesh down to the feet. My entire body was on fire with searing pain from every square inch. Blood and lymph were oozing from everywhere now and I felt cold through the burning pain. Vera smiled at me and thanked me for the gift to her god of my life and that of my wife. I could only cry for my dear wife and from my intense and unbearable pain. "It is time for you to die", said Vera. "Here are your choices." "Slow dismembering, Bisection or being burned alive." "You have two minutes to chose." Each one of these were unbearable painful and horrible. I couldn't imagine anything more painful than may body at this time. Waves and waves of pain wracked me every minute. I wanted it to end and to go into oblivion quickly. I said, "burn me to death, but do it soon. I can't stand the pain." Vera just smiled and said to enjoy my last few minutes on earth. "You will soon meet our lord Satan and be embraced by his love. She and another woman picked up two gallon cans of gasoline and began to pour them over my flesh and the table. I screamed as my nerve endings fried under the acid like liquid. The smell was overwhelming, but there is something about gasoline that smells good. All at once, most of my pain was gone. The gas had burned out my nerves and I was finally nearly lucid again. Vera poured one whole gallon into my open belly. I couldn't believe that my body was now full of a highly flammable liquid and that I would soon be awash in flames. A little girl had won the chance to kill me. She hugged her mother and was handed a burning stick. As she approached my body, I just smiled as I knew it would not be long. She touched the stick to the table and there was a large puff of flames. She screamed and fell back. I was only vaguely aware of being engulfed by the flames and watched as the little girl looked in amazement at the burning table and my flesh. I looked down at my guts and the gas was burning wildly inside my body. Suddenly, a flame shot up through my throat and exploded out of my mouth and nose. I struggled and fought to escape. I could smell my flesh and hear it crackling. Vera was smiling and praying. I felt distant now and was looking at my body from a few feet away. The body I saw was blackened and unrecognizable as it continued to struggle against the ropes. All at once, it exploded in a fireball as the pool of gas in my belly went up. What a glorious death. I would join my family now if only they could forgive me.
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