{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"d5eba6f6-6bbb-495f-9091-6917b51e4087","seriesId":"9bc8970c-f0f8-4f6a-b461-0c6f5ad122ed","seriesName":"The ABCs of Snuff","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-12-04T20:52:51.383Z","title":"Flaying Flame","slug":"flaying-flame","shortId":"bneMeAkw","authorNote":"This story was inspired by a lovely redheaded fan of mine on the old BDSMLibrary website.","disclaimer":"First, the standard disclaimer: What follows is a work of FICTION. If you are incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction, STOP READING. Go tune in to something harmless and innocuous. This is NOT FOR YOU. Anyone who seriously believes the author did or advocates these activities is wrong. Second, this story features any or all of the following acts: forced sex, brutal torture, and snuff, all featuring willing (and unwilling) female victims. If this offends you, or even if it is just not your cup of tea, please leave now. Really, we don't mind. Finally, of course, the obligatory warning: Do not try this at home. The activities in this story are carried out by highly trained fictional characters, with many years of experience. Attempting any of this in real life will likely result in embarrassment, incarceration, or being forced to watch a Pauly Shore marathon. You have been warned. For the rest of you perverts, those who are still with me, enjoy!\n","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Flame and her Master visit the mysterious kink club, Sadique. While there, she sees some shocking things, but that is nothing compared to what she ultimately experiences.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"20a0e8fa-2df3-4e7d-882c-402a803add67","title":"Flaying Flame","summary":"\"Get your cape,\" he ordered. \"We're going out.\"Flame jumped up in excitement. She was normally naked","wordCount":3761,"readTime":19,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Flaying Flame","content":"

\"Get your cape,\" he ordered. \"We're going out.\"

Flame jumped up in excitement. She was normally naked around the house (well, save for her ever present collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and high heels). The cape meant they were going somewhere kinky, where she need only be sufficiently dressed (or at least covered) to pass through the vanilla world.

Flame was, as her name might suggest, a redhead. A real, 100% natural redhead, with the green eyes and pale skin that that implied. She stood about five foot two or so, with straight hair that hung to mid-back, and sometimes playfully covered her small but firm breasts. She wasn't narrow-waisted, but her hips and ass flared sufficiently wide to make her waist appear small by comparison. In short, while not being drop-dead supermodel gorgeous, she was quite pretty, even voluptuous, in her way.

\"Master,\" she asked, hesitantly, \"may I ask where you are taking me?\"

\"Of course, little one. I am taking you to Sadique.\" He noted her suddenly worried look. \"You've heard stories of it?\"

\"Yes, Master, I have. They say that the Masters and Mistresses there do the most terrible things to their slaves. They say there is even an incinerator on-premises to dispose of slaves who don't survive their Masters' pleasures. They say that any slave who goes there unaccompanied will be lucky to ever be seen again.\"

He looked at her, solemnly. \"Yes, little one, those things are all true.\" She shuddered as he confirmed her fears. \"However, I promise you that nothing will happen to you that I don't permit. Any slave who is there with her Owner is protected. Nothing may be done to them without the Owner's permission. So don't worry, you will be under my protection.\"

She was terrified, not at what her Master might do to her, but at what she might see done to others.

***

They got in the car. She had her hands cuffed together, under her cloak. It was fastened only at the neck, and relied only on its overlapping folds to provide any concealment. Needless to say, whilst riding in the car, he folded it back, so that anyone who could look in to their car could see her thighs, and perhaps her cunt.

After a drive of fifteen or twenty minutes, they were in the warehouse district of town. He pulled up at the guard shack outside a nondescript little factory that she had passed a dozen times before, and waved a magnetic card key at the reader. Satisfied, the electronic gatekeeper allowed them into the parking lot.

The \"employees parking lot\" (as a sign proudly proclaimed this to be) was entirely fenced in with a solid wall, permitting nothing within to be seen from outside. Her Master parked the car, and came around to her door. Even if she didn't have standing orders to allow him to open all doors for her, her cuffed hands precluded her exiting on her own.

When he opened her door, he leaned in and unfastened her cloak. \"You won't be needing that tonight.\" With that, he led her, naked and leashed, to the entry. Once again, he flashed his magnetic key card, and once again, with a buzz, the door unlocked.

The door opened into a small entry room. It was well-lit, and about fifteen feet by fifteen feet. There was a small partition just inside the door, such that it wasn't possible to see even into the entryway from outside. The complete and total seriousness with which the club took its security precautions scared Flame far more than any of the stories she had heard about Sadique. Well, she just had to trust her Master to protect her.

Coming around the partition, she saw a double-door at the far end of the room, guarded by a modern-day Kerberos. Well, not quite, as he had only one head; he did, however, have three chins. Despite that, he didn't look like a soft man, but more like one of those only-recently-civilised barbarian princelings.

He was looking at her Master, but more, he was ogling her. Finally, he looked at her Master, and asked, \"You gonna let Mistress Elke use her as a demo dolly?\"

\"Why? What's she planning?\" her Master replied.

\"You know how good she is with a singletail?\" Her master nodded. \"Well, I hear she is going singletail some lucky slut to death. I sure would like to see your little redheaded number be the one.\" Flame looked at the man, horrified. Here he was, speaking admiringly and enthusiastically about seeing her whipped to death.

She looked at her Master, pleadingly. \"No, little one,\" he reassured her, \"I have no intention of letting Mistress Elke have you.\" She practically wilted in relief.

After checking her Master's electronic card key one more time, they were allowed to enter. The main room was a large chamber, perhaps 50' x 100', perhaps larger, but definitely not smaller. It was like a scene out of hell, or at least a Dolcett illustration. Her Master looked around the room, obviously seeking someone in particular. After a moment, he spotted whomever he was seeking, and led Flame by her leash to a dark and quiet corner of the room.

There, she saw a red-and-grey haired woman chained in a standing spreadeagle, being whipped by a large bear of a man with a long grey ponytail. This would not have been that unusual, save that every whip stroke scratched the skin, and some drew blood. Flame's Master led her over to a young couple who were watching from nearby. Actually, that statement was only half accurate: The man (who partook somewhat of the bear-like build, but with a long brown ponytail) was watching, while the girl (who was naked, with wavy shoulder-length red hair, and clearly a slave) knelt before him, sucking his cock.

The man looked at her Master, nodded. Her Master nodded back. \"Evening, Darryl, Gwen.\" The cocksucking slave looked briefly at him in acknowledgement. \"This is my slave, Flame.\" Darryl took a long and appraising look at Flame. He seemed to see right through her.

\"Evening,\" was Darryl's response.

mmph was Gwen's.

\"What's the occasion?\" her Master asked, nodding at the woman being whipped.

\"Well,\" Darryl responded, \"tonight is my folks thirtieth anniversary.\"

\"And?\"

\"You know my mother, and you know how she always manages to get the things she really wants?\" Flame's Master nodded. \"Well, for about the last month or so, she has been hinting, hell, practically begging, that she wanted Dad to snuff her for their thirtieth. This morning she gave him that whip, which has small bits of sharp metal embedded in the falls. He was clearly touched by the gift, and promised to use it to whip her to death tonight. Besides, you know she would have turned fifty next month, and she always said she wanted to be snuffed while she could still make his dick hard, so...\"

It also made Flame's Master's dick hard, and he grabbed Flame by the hair and forced her down to her knees in front of him. She knew what was expected of her, and set to work with a will.

\"So what do you think?\" he asked Darryl.

\"It's hot, no doubt about it. I've always enjoyed watching my mom get tortured, and for that matter, I've enjoyed torturing her. In fact, I'm thinking about doing my little sister next weekend.\" He wrapped a hand in Gwen's hair, pulled her back to look at him, and said, \"What do you think of that, slut? Should I snuff you next weekend?\"

Flame boggled. Gwen was Darryl's sister? But she was even more surprised when Gwen replied, \"Why do we have to wait until next weekend, Master? Why can't you do me right now?\"

\"Several reasons, slut,\" he replied. \"One, I want Dad to be able to watch and enjoy it. Two, I want to have plenty of time. And three, I want you to spend the whole week in anticipation, knowing that a week from Monday, you will exist no more. I want you wondering just how bad it's going to be, and I promise you, no matter how bad you imagine it can be, I will make it worse. You will suffer the most terrible and brutal torments imaginable, and you will scream for hours.\" Gwen shuddered, but Flame wasn't sure if it was in fear, or anticipation.

***

The two men watched the flogging in companionable silence for a few minutes, until at last, Flame's Master said, \"Knowing your folks, this will no doubt go for hours, at the least, and I have a few other folks I wanted to say 'Hi' to tonight. Speaking of which, have you seen where Mistress Sahara is holding court this evening?\"

\"Over there,\" Darryl gestured to (of course) the opposite corner of the room. Flame's Master led her in that direction, but as they passed a small knot of men gathered in the middle of the room, he stopped, and greeted one of the men.

\"Ethan, how the hell are you, dude?\"

\"Not bad, not bad. You?\"

\"'Bout the same. How long's it been? Four years? Five?\"

\"Something like that. Say, is that your current slave?\" Ethan pointed to Flame.

\"Yeah. I call her 'Flame'. What about you?\"

\"That's my slave.\" Ethan pointed towards the knot of men. Looking closer, amongst them, could be seen a woman, inverted. Her ankles were clamped to either end of a spreader bar, suspended from the ceiling. Her mass of blonde hair swirled about her head in the bucket she was suspended over. One by one, the men were taking turns pissing on her, and into the bucket.

\"What's up with that?\"

\"Well, a few weeks ago, this slut confessed that she hated the smell and taste of piss, so I decided that for the rest of her life, she was going to be a piss-slave. She will drink only piss, her own and others.\"

\"And the bucket?\"

\"Well, I said for the rest of her life. But I also promised her that I would snuff her by drowning her in piss. It's simple, really. So long as she can swallow everything in the bucket, she lives. Sooner or later, though, she's not going to be able to swallow it all, and then...\"

\"Delightful. Do you mind if I...?\"

\"Of course not.\" Flame's Master made his contribution to the bucket.

\"Well, I must dash, but let's not let it get to be quite as long before the next time, okay?\"

\"Sure thing. If she survives tonight, I am thinking of having a BBQ tomorrow out at my place. Come on by, and help me snuff this bitch. I've been getting tired of her for a while, and longing to put her on a spit.\"

\"Maybe. I'm gonna be busy tonight. How about I call you tomorrow? About noon?\"

\"Fair enough. See ya', hopefully!\"

Flame and her Master resumed their walk to the corner where Mistress Sahara sat, with her coterie of followers, admirers, and hangers-on.

***

Sahara was a lovely woman. She had soft mocha skin, generous tits barely contained by a black leather bra, long legs highlighted by black leather thigh-highs, and a black leather miniskirt that flattered her waist. She was also the most intimidating woman Flame had ever seen.

\"Dahling, how good to see you,\" she greeted Flame's Master.

\"And you, m'dear,\" he replied, gallantly. \"So where are the Ukrainian twins, Talia and Sonya? You said you wanted to show me what you had done with them.\"

\"You're looking at them.\" He was puzzled. While there were female slaves aplenty in the area, none were obviously twins, or indeed, appeared to belong to Sahara.

\"Huh?\"

Seeing the confusion on his face, Sahara stood up, and twirled, slowly. \"I skinned them alive, then tanned their hides to make this outfit, along with a pair of matching floggers. Girlskin makes the best leather. So soft, so supple. And of course, nothing beats the look in a girl's eyes, when she knows you really are going to skin her. The terror, the pleading, it's exquisite, really. Have you thought about having Flame skinned? I could make a beautiful jacket from her hide. And panties, too.\"

Flame looked at her Master, pleading. He answered, \"I'm not going to skin her, Sahara, though it is an intriguing thought.\" Flame looked horrified at hearing her Master say that.

\"Please, Master, no,\" she said, before she remembered her Master's rule, that the only sound sounds he wanted to hear from her in the dungeon were screams and moans. She clamped her hand over her mouth, as if to stop the words coming out, but it was much too late.

\"You will be soundly tortured for that later, Flame,\" he told her. \"In the meantime, kneel at my feet while we chat.\" He seated himself on the loveseat, next to Mistress Sahara. She knelt, looking at his crotch, while he rubbed his hands idly on her body.

Her Master and Mistress Sahara chatted for a time, and to Flame, it was mostly yadda-yadda-yadda, talk about people she'd never met doing things she had no interest in, although one snippet jumped out at her. Her Master said, \"so what ever happened to Harvey? Did he win the International Ponygirl Championship with Michelle, I think her name was? I know he thought she might be the one.\"

\"No,\" Sahara answered, \"he didn't.\"

\"Why not?\"

\"Well, Michelle broke her hip, and since he couldn't be bothered with the work of tending to her in the fairly full-body cast she would need to be in to heal properly, he did what pony owners do in that case, he put her down, and sold her to a dog-food factory.\" Flame shuddered in fear at that, and Sahara chuckled. \"I'm only teasing, dear little one. Besides, no dog food factory would accept unknown meat from an anonymous source.\" Flame looked relieved. \"No, he actually had her butchered here in the club kitchens. She was a little too muscled for my taste. I prefer softer girlmeat. Like you, little Flame.\" Flame really shuddered as the dusky Mistress stroked her tits and cunt. Was she afraid, or excited?

\"Afraid,\" she told herself, \"definitely afraid, and not, repeat NOT the least little bit wet or excited.\" She almost believed herself. But her wet cunt gave the lie to that belief.

***

Finally Flame's Master said to Mistress Sahara, \"I've got to go get Flame chained in the storage area, prior to going to see Elke's demonstration. See you there in about ten? And save me a seat!\" He grinned.

\"You bet.\"

Rising, he led Flame across the room to a side door. \"I think seeing what Mistress Elke is going to do might be too much for you, little one, so I am putting you in storage,\" he explained. \"You will be chained in a room with other slaves. You are not permitted to speak, and to ensure that you don't, I will be gagging you. You will remain there in safety until I return.\"

They entered the room.

Flame saw several other naked slave girls chained to the wall of the storage room. She noticed the large colored fobs hanging from each girl's collar. Her Master explained, \"Black tags are for slaves that can be used for any purpose, including torture and snuff. Red tags indicate girls available for torture, green available only for sex, and white means the slave is not available for anything.\" Flame noted with relief that her Master tagged her collar with a white tag. She opened her mouth to receive the ball gag. She hated the ball gag, but her Master loved it. \"You'll be safe here until I return, little one. No one will harm you without my permission.\" With that, he turned and left.

Flame looked at the other slaves chained in the room with her, but all were gagged as she was, so that was about all she could do. She zoned out, not exactly sleeping, but lost in the world of her own thoughts. She was quite surprised when rough hands seized her. She tried to say, \"I'm a white tag! Leave me alone!\" but all that came through the gag was \"Mmph! Mmpphh!\" She waggled her neck, trying to draw attention to the white tag on her collar, but her assailant just looked at her, and whispered, \"Hush now, little one, my mistress sent me to fetch you.\"

Flame shook her head in denial. \"I am under my Master's protection,\" she tried to signal him. \"You've got the wrong slave.\" He apparently guessed what she was trying to say, because he replied, \"No, little one. My mistress told me to get the slave with the flame red hair.\" Flame looked around, and saw that she was the only redhead in the room. \"So I've got the right slave.\"

He proceeded to cuff her wrists and ankles together with short lengths of chain. \"You can walk with me like a good little slut, or I can taser you into unconsciousness, but either way, you are coming with me. Now, will you behave?\" Flame nodded. \"Good.\"

He walked her out a back door, into what looked like a loading dock. Backed up to the dock was a white limo. Her assailant led her to the back, and popped the trunk. \"Hold still!\" he commanded. She saw him pull out a hood from his pocket, and pull it over her head. She began to shake in fear.

After she was hooded, she felt him lift her up and set her in the trunk. She heard the lid thump closed. She was driven for a while. Up and down hills, over bumps, across bridges, and so on. She tried keeping track of the turns and hills and such, but hooded in the dark, she quickly lost track.

The ride lasted for somewhere between twenty minutes and forever (she had no real idea how long). Finally, they arrived. She heard the trunk opened, and two sets of hands lifted her out. She was carried into a building (at least, she heard a door open and close), down some stairs, through some more doors, until at last she was laid flat on a large table.

She felt her hands and feet being stretched into a classic spread-eagle, and straps fastened them tightly in place. A further strap was placed around her neck, so she could not move. She felt someone remove the hood.

She blinked in the light. She could see a figure silhouetted above her, but there was a light on above that person, so she couldn't make out who it was. However, her question was answered when the figure spoke.

\"Hello again, little Flame,\" said the voice of Mistress Sahara. \"After I saw you this evening, I simply had to have you, so I sent my boys to get you.\"

Flame tried to protest, though the gag muffled her quite thoroughly.

\"Oh, you think your Master is going to save you? Think again, slut. He sold you to me this evening.\" Flame shook her head as best she could whilst strapped to the table. Her Master wouldn't sell her.

\"Yes, I would,\" said his familiar voice. \"Why do you think I brought you to Sadique? I was shopping you to potential buyers. When Mistress Sahara offered to not only skin you alive, but to do it here at the club, tonight, where we all could watch, and to give me a flogger made from your hide later, I couldn't resist.\"

Flame could only stare in horrified silence at her (now former) Master. How could he do this to her? Didn't he care about her? Didn't he love her, as she loved him? Did she mean so little to him? Wait a minute, did he say skinned alive?

\"Yes, little Flame,\" Mistress Sahara said, \"I am going to skin you alive. It is quite excruciatingly painful. I will, of course, ungag you first, so you can entertain us with your screams. When I am done, you will be of no further use to me, and I will dispose of you in the incinerator. I warn you, if you fight or struggle, if you cause me to damage your lovely hide, you will be thrown into the incinerator while you are still alive. I have seen it done before. Hell, I have done it before. Every slut I have incinerated alive has screamed like, well, like a slut who is being incinerated alive. Don't fuck with me, slut!\" She hissed with quiet menace.

With that, Sahara ungagged Flame, and bent close to the trembling slut's ear. She whispered, \"Do you believe me when I tell you that if you cause me to damage your hide, I will incinerate you alive?\"

\"Yes, Mistress,\" Flame was only able to manage a whisper herself.

\"Good girl.\"

Mistress Sahara was as good as her word. It took about an hour to skin Flame, and judging from her screams, it was quite excruciatingly painful. Flame did her very best not to move, and did quite well.

***

Finally, the gruesome ordeal was over. Flame was more naked than ever before in her life (and given that her disposal was preordained, as naked as she ever would be). Some members of the watching audience had been sick, but for most of them, this was merely an appetizer for their cruelty. The passions Mistress Sahara and Flame aroused would be slaked only in the screams and snuff of other sluts that night.

Mistress Sahara looked at the ruined (but still living) thing on the table that had been Flame, and said, \"You did very well, my little slut. I did not damage your hide. I am proud of you. Now, push her into the incinerator!\"

Flame looked shocked. She tried to mouth her protest, but she was hoarse from her hour of screaming. Mistress Sahara knew what she was trying to say, however, and she responded to the doomed slut, \"My dear Flame, I never promised you that I would kill you before I put you in the incinerator. I only promised that you would be put in alive if you struggled. What I didn't mention was that it was always my plan to incinerate you alive, no matter how well you behaved. But I promise you this, I will order them to set the incinerator on the \"slow-roast\" setting, so that you will have at least five minutes to cook and burn for us before you die. Flame on!\" she chuckled evilly.

Actually, it took almost six minutes.

***

Six months later:

The slave girl writhed under the cruel bite of the whip. Her Master was flogging her pussy with it, and she loved it. When he finally finished, as she hung limply on the St. Andrews cross, she said, \"Master, I just love that flogger. I'd like to get you another one, one day.\"

He grinned oddly at her, and said, \"Don't worry, dear one, one day you will.\"

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