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it takes about 3 minutes to behead these three men. the second and third one sit passively waiting for their turn. hardly any resistance or sound from either one of them.
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If you know it's inevitable, don't fuss. Suck it up and submit. There might even be a moment of joy.
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yes, maybe they were aroused, looking forward to it. i would be.......would like to know.....
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His eyes keep looking and moving almost the entire time seems to be aware of what is happening and helpless.
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Want to slip my tongue into his sliced pec.
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another very calm beheading. i'd love to be restrained like this and feel that sharp blade edge.....what a fucking thrill
another very calm beheading. i'd love to be restrained like this and feel that sharp blade edge.....what a fucking thrill
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I don’t think I’ve ever seen a single cry baby among the Muslims who got it. Probably the BIGGEST cry baby of all time was a Korean who got it while he was in Iraq. There is a video of it out there somewhere.
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They are typically given a fairly high dose of a drug called Klonopin (Clonazepam). This lessens their anxiety and puts them into a stupor which makes the process easier to carry out. It is more humane and easier but does reduce the drama of the guy fighting to stay alive. This is a decision of the killer/executioner dependent on the situation or personal preference.
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where can i sign up? i want to take that trip.
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very true. they look tense but none of them fight back. maybe there is some point where they just realize there is going back.
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yes exactly i have heard that too. best for both to try to remain calm and let the work go on. at some point there is no point in resisting anymore
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Part 1 Check Out Time...
The airport was full of uniformed security personnel, probably a mix of military and police. Mostly young men, all very fit and lean in uniforms that were either tailored to fit them snugly or just one size too small. As I looked at them looking through the crowd, I exchanged glances with several of them and the thought came to me, is he the one I have been chatting with these past three months? They were all carrying automatic rifles with sidearms as well as a knife securely held in a sheath at their calf, just above the boot. Their bodies were muscular, bulging bubble butts with bulging crotches to match. Thick biceps, triceps and deltoid muscles that showed these men spent a lot of time working on their bodies at the gym probably seven days a week and most of them with neatly trimmed scruffy beards.
I made my way to the airport outside curb with just the backpack I was told to take with me where another young uniformed man was holding a tablet with the name on it that I had been assigned. He was about 6” tall, very muscular from his legs all the way up to his neck, thick full beard, buzzed head and wearing dark wraparound sunglasses and a ballcap.
“Hello, Mr Tipo” he said to me as I approached, he obviously had recognized me from some picture that was passed onto him. “I am your driver, Henry. Let me take your bag, please get in the back seat. Help yourself, there is bottled water for you there in the cup holder on the seat.
“Hi Henry, thank you” and I got in the back seat of the car and snapped on my safety belt as he sped away from the curb into the traffic.
Henry asked me why I was visiting and I told him that I was there to spend two weeks at the spa. He said “oh yes, it’s a very nice place, you will like it there I have instructions to take you directly there without delay. They take good care of their guests. We will be there in about an hour, why don’t you sit back and relax, I’ll have you there shortly and you can unpack your stuff in about an hour.”
It was hot and humid and the air conditioning in the car was not very good in the back seat so I opened up the water and quickly drank the entire bottle. Henry and I exchanged glances a number of times through his rearview mirror. I felt glad I did not have to drive and spent the time to the ranch thinking to myself about the past three months and how I managed to find myself here in this place. As we got further from the airport the cell service disappeared completely.
With nothing else to do I started to recall how it was that I ended up in this taxi with Henry as my driver. After spending years looking at various extreme snuff porn online, I found a site with lots of members and some extreme content including pictures and videos of men being beheaded. I joined several of the forums there and started to leave comments on the videos that were being posted. About six weeks of relative anonymity and silence I logged in one day and received a chat message from another member. He said his name was Henry. He asked me about myself, and I shared some basic information with him. He commented that he had been following my comments for a few weeks and wanted to know more about my thoughts and desires. He sent me some pictures of severed heads in a message and asked me if I wanted to buy one. I was kind of surprised at this not expecting to be approached to buy a severed head of any kind. After some back and forth and awkward comments I realized that he was not asking me if I wanted to “buy” one, he was asking me if I wanted to “be” one.
I was immediately turned on, shaking, my hands started to tremble, and I started to type in my reply, changing it several times and finally just typing in “YES” and hitting the send button.
After about ten long minutes he started to type and I could see it and on the screen that he was writing something back to me and he sent me “Good!……You can be one and I can help make you headless if that is what you really want.” And then “Tell me more about why you want me to remove your head”.
I described to him the scenes I had been viewing online and he asked me which ones had what kind of effect on me. He sent me pictures and some short videos of men at various stages of having their heads removed and followed up each one with questions about which ones turned me on sexually. He told me that he did not do any of the actual decapitations but that he was in contact with men that did this both as punishment for those that were caught up in some sort of unfortunate activity and that they also “practiced” on men that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The heat, the long flight and the drive must have taken its toll on me because while I was enjoying the scenery pass by, I also felt sleepy and must have dozed off several times.
I was awakened by the sensation that the car had come to an abrupt stop and the noise from the engine had stopped. Henry was already at my door opening it up and asking me if I needed any help getting out of the car. I told him no I was fine and started to get out. As I stood up I felt that I was a bit too groggy to stand and Henry was very polite and took my backpack from my hand and propped me up with his free hand. “Come on, your room is right this way, I will help you check in.”
The airport was full of uniformed security personnel, probably a mix of military and police. Mostly young men, all very fit and lean in uniforms that were either tailored to fit them snugly or just one size too small. As I looked at them looking through the crowd, I exchanged glances with several of them and the thought came to me, is he the one I have been chatting with these past three months? They were all carrying automatic rifles with sidearms as well as a knife securely held in a sheath at their calf, just above the boot. Their bodies were muscular, bulging bubble butts with bulging crotches to match. Thick biceps, triceps and deltoid muscles that showed these men spent a lot of time working on their bodies at the gym probably seven days a week and most of them with neatly trimmed scruffy beards.
I made my way to the airport outside curb with just the backpack I was told to take with me where another young uniformed man was holding a tablet with the name on it that I had been assigned. He was about 6” tall, very muscular from his legs all the way up to his neck, thick full beard, buzzed head and wearing dark wraparound sunglasses and a ballcap.
“Hello, Mr Tipo” he said to me as I approached, he obviously had recognized me from some picture that was passed onto him. “I am your driver, Henry. Let me take your bag, please get in the back seat. Help yourself, there is bottled water for you there in the cup holder on the seat.
“Hi Henry, thank you” and I got in the back seat of the car and snapped on my safety belt as he sped away from the curb into the traffic.
Henry asked me why I was visiting and I told him that I was there to spend two weeks at the spa. He said “oh yes, it’s a very nice place, you will like it there I have instructions to take you directly there without delay. They take good care of their guests. We will be there in about an hour, why don’t you sit back and relax, I’ll have you there shortly and you can unpack your stuff in about an hour.”
It was hot and humid and the air conditioning in the car was not very good in the back seat so I opened up the water and quickly drank the entire bottle. Henry and I exchanged glances a number of times through his rearview mirror. I felt glad I did not have to drive and spent the time to the ranch thinking to myself about the past three months and how I managed to find myself here in this place. As we got further from the airport the cell service disappeared completely.
With nothing else to do I started to recall how it was that I ended up in this taxi with Henry as my driver. After spending years looking at various extreme snuff porn online, I found a site with lots of members and some extreme content including pictures and videos of men being beheaded. I joined several of the forums there and started to leave comments on the videos that were being posted. About six weeks of relative anonymity and silence I logged in one day and received a chat message from another member. He said his name was Henry. He asked me about myself, and I shared some basic information with him. He commented that he had been following my comments for a few weeks and wanted to know more about my thoughts and desires. He sent me some pictures of severed heads in a message and asked me if I wanted to buy one. I was kind of surprised at this not expecting to be approached to buy a severed head of any kind. After some back and forth and awkward comments I realized that he was not asking me if I wanted to “buy” one, he was asking me if I wanted to “be” one.
I was immediately turned on, shaking, my hands started to tremble, and I started to type in my reply, changing it several times and finally just typing in “YES” and hitting the send button.
After about ten long minutes he started to type and I could see it and on the screen that he was writing something back to me and he sent me “Good!……You can be one and I can help make you headless if that is what you really want.” And then “Tell me more about why you want me to remove your head”.
I described to him the scenes I had been viewing online and he asked me which ones had what kind of effect on me. He sent me pictures and some short videos of men at various stages of having their heads removed and followed up each one with questions about which ones turned me on sexually. He told me that he did not do any of the actual decapitations but that he was in contact with men that did this both as punishment for those that were caught up in some sort of unfortunate activity and that they also “practiced” on men that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The heat, the long flight and the drive must have taken its toll on me because while I was enjoying the scenery pass by, I also felt sleepy and must have dozed off several times.
I was awakened by the sensation that the car had come to an abrupt stop and the noise from the engine had stopped. Henry was already at my door opening it up and asking me if I needed any help getting out of the car. I told him no I was fine and started to get out. As I stood up I felt that I was a bit too groggy to stand and Henry was very polite and took my backpack from my hand and propped me up with his free hand. “Come on, your room is right this way, I will help you check in.”
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Is there a video of this? I love his stare.His eyes keep looking and moving almost the entire time seems to be aware of what is happening and helpless.
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yes there is
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one of my fav's, the chest flaying just added even more to it.
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it is brutal and intense. he seems to be aware for much of it, his eyes move back and forth when his head is almost half removed. and then he just relaxes completely as the top of his head is being pulled upward
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Part 2 Check Out Time...
He helped me from the car, his strong arm around my shoulder helped to steady me as we walked up a stone walkway to the entrance of the spa building. The place was quiet inside the very small lobby area and there didn’t appear to be any staff working. He led me to the back of the lobby to a double door that swung open when he pushed it. There was a wall directly ahead and a sharp turn the left and then to the right through a narrow hallway.
As we turned the corner into a room I could see that it was all tile from floor to walls with lighting from each of the corners of the room. In the center of the room was a metal table about 7 feet long 3 feet wide and about 2 feet off the floor and that’s all that there was. The table had a slope to the center where there was a small hole through to the floor where a bucket was placed. At one end of the table was a wooden block about 4 inches high and 4 inches long by 2 inches wide with some rubber cushioning on top of it. At each corner of the table were leather straps that were laying on top.
Next to the table on one side was a plastics bucket and on the other side spread out on the floor with the black rubber body bag with the zipper fully open. A white tape at the top of the body bag had the word “Mr. Tipo” written on it in thick red marker. “That is where you will be, in two pieces, in about an hour. I’ll make sure you are secured inside and zip you up safe and sound. Would you like to try it out to see if you fit first?”
He dropped my backpack to the floor and carried me over to the body bag. He placed my feet at one end and then lowered me to the floor so that my ass sat right in the center of the opening and then lowered my back and shoulders to the floor. I was completely unable to move as he slid me over to one side to get me in a better position. Then he took the edges of the zipper and began to zip me into the body bag from my feet first and then up to my head. He left the zipper open at my head just enough so that I could see him outside of it kneeling over me.
“There you go, this is where I will put you in about an hour. You will not be in just one piece as you are now. We are going to remove some parts from you, you know, like we have been talking about for a few months now.” Then he left the room for several minutes. When he returned, he was dressed in his military uniform.
“Let me reintroduce myself said Henry the driver, I am your host Hector and you are my very special guest for this evening.” He was kneeling right over me holding my shoulders down and looking directly into my eyes. This was the man I had been talking to online for the past several months. He is the one that got me to come down here because he wanted to remove my head and I wanted to let him. His hands moved up to my neck and grabbed hold of me and lifted my head off the floor. I tried to resist him but he said “oh no don’t you worry, the drugs that I put in your water will last for at least another 4 hours, well past the time it’s going to take for me to remove your head. There is no turning back for you now. You’ve been telling me you want this and I am going to take your head off just like you have been asking me. You are safe here with me and this is where you need to be right now, for the next hour. Then it will be over, and you can finally rest.
I could barely move my arms as they felt made of lead. He raised me up from the body bag and had me laying face up on the table. He positioned me so that my head was resting on the rubber covered wooden block on one end. This had the effect of raising my head up slightly and I was now looking down at the rest of my body. I tried to move my arms and my legs, but he easily used the straps at each corner on each arm and each leg to secure me to the table. He came over to me and got very close to my ear and whispered to me “now you are safe and secure so let’s get started”
“No, no wait…hang on let’s talk about this. Please just give me a few minutes so we can talk.”
He helped me from the car, his strong arm around my shoulder helped to steady me as we walked up a stone walkway to the entrance of the spa building. The place was quiet inside the very small lobby area and there didn’t appear to be any staff working. He led me to the back of the lobby to a double door that swung open when he pushed it. There was a wall directly ahead and a sharp turn the left and then to the right through a narrow hallway.
As we turned the corner into a room I could see that it was all tile from floor to walls with lighting from each of the corners of the room. In the center of the room was a metal table about 7 feet long 3 feet wide and about 2 feet off the floor and that’s all that there was. The table had a slope to the center where there was a small hole through to the floor where a bucket was placed. At one end of the table was a wooden block about 4 inches high and 4 inches long by 2 inches wide with some rubber cushioning on top of it. At each corner of the table were leather straps that were laying on top.
Next to the table on one side was a plastics bucket and on the other side spread out on the floor with the black rubber body bag with the zipper fully open. A white tape at the top of the body bag had the word “Mr. Tipo” written on it in thick red marker. “That is where you will be, in two pieces, in about an hour. I’ll make sure you are secured inside and zip you up safe and sound. Would you like to try it out to see if you fit first?”
He dropped my backpack to the floor and carried me over to the body bag. He placed my feet at one end and then lowered me to the floor so that my ass sat right in the center of the opening and then lowered my back and shoulders to the floor. I was completely unable to move as he slid me over to one side to get me in a better position. Then he took the edges of the zipper and began to zip me into the body bag from my feet first and then up to my head. He left the zipper open at my head just enough so that I could see him outside of it kneeling over me.
“There you go, this is where I will put you in about an hour. You will not be in just one piece as you are now. We are going to remove some parts from you, you know, like we have been talking about for a few months now.” Then he left the room for several minutes. When he returned, he was dressed in his military uniform.
“Let me reintroduce myself said Henry the driver, I am your host Hector and you are my very special guest for this evening.” He was kneeling right over me holding my shoulders down and looking directly into my eyes. This was the man I had been talking to online for the past several months. He is the one that got me to come down here because he wanted to remove my head and I wanted to let him. His hands moved up to my neck and grabbed hold of me and lifted my head off the floor. I tried to resist him but he said “oh no don’t you worry, the drugs that I put in your water will last for at least another 4 hours, well past the time it’s going to take for me to remove your head. There is no turning back for you now. You’ve been telling me you want this and I am going to take your head off just like you have been asking me. You are safe here with me and this is where you need to be right now, for the next hour. Then it will be over, and you can finally rest.
I could barely move my arms as they felt made of lead. He raised me up from the body bag and had me laying face up on the table. He positioned me so that my head was resting on the rubber covered wooden block on one end. This had the effect of raising my head up slightly and I was now looking down at the rest of my body. I tried to move my arms and my legs, but he easily used the straps at each corner on each arm and each leg to secure me to the table. He came over to me and got very close to my ear and whispered to me “now you are safe and secure so let’s get started”
“No, no wait…hang on let’s talk about this. Please just give me a few minutes so we can talk.”
Could this have been given to the guy who was beheaded while tied to a chair without any sign of struggle, then?
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I'd want some just to be more calm, maybe less terror. Would you want to be sedated? Or fully alert?
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