IBP 3021-3032 Phoebe's Last Hope

FlashFile: 06.08.3034
From: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE
To: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)

... I hate it here, mommy. The college courses are okay, but some days I feel like climbing the walls I’m so sexually frustrated. My sex therapists do their best, but it’s not enough.

It’s never enough and you know that the same way I do - like all the girls from the Beagle know - humans aren’t enough and never will be. I understand the therapeutic goals, to reprocess sexual pleasure to associate it with human contact, but the pheromones are wrong. They give us injections of endorphins and oxytocin so it feels good when they bring us off with human-to-human orgasm, but they are pale little things in comparison to the aliens.

The vid attachment is one of my therapists bringing me off - she’s nice to me but won’t give me what I want. I keep asking for more - I want her to pound me until I sick-up my breakfast - and she won’t do it.

Remember the Equiite on Ch’xt? I want that again. I want to feel out of control and overwhelmed. I want to feel forced, raped, my entire belly penetrated so deep it might kill me, puking and screaming and cumming. I want those intense, desperate orgasms back. Why can’t they just let us out so we can go live on another planet and be happy like Cherrie and the others? I now know why Fyn gave herself up and didn’t try to get away at the end - death is better than this. And yeah, I saw the scan recordings - even though she was being brutally butchered it felt good for her, didn’t it?

Shairn too ... I think she knew you were setting her up, but went anyway. It was better to die with a brain filled with larvae than come back to Earth to become your own ghost.

If this is my new life, I don’t want anything to do with it. I can’t live like this, mommy.

Pheebs ~


FlashFile: 11.08.3034
From: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)
To: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE

I understand, sweetheart - I truly do.

The only relief I can get is when I let the guards do me. I keep trying to get them to smuggle me into the alien unit but so far no-go. It takes a few hours of human throat-fucks and deep fisting to get relief, but only two guards are willing to do me and only when their nightshifts coincide. One was off with an injury for three months and I almost lost my mind.

My hope to find relief with the aliens in Mansbridge is faint because they are only the humanoid types, so their pheromones are different, but not as powerful as what we’re used to. But I keep trying anyway.

My lawyer is appealing to the Judge Advocate General’s office that when the time comes for my execution that I be sent to an alien prison and placed into genpop to allow for my death to be of my choosing at the hands of an alien rape gang. Like you said, if this is my life now I really don’t want anything to do with it.

I know you don’t like me talking about my execution, but please understand that I have come to terms with it. I even welcome it if my only other option is to remain in prison the rest of my life. To die feeling what we have felt those many times we bred with large alien species has become a sweet dream and desired release from this torment. So I DO understand what you’re going through.

But you are young, and have years ahead of you to break free from this addiction. Have you talked to your therapists about allowing an alien in for special sessions? Even once a month, to satisfy your cravings while your therapy moves forward.

Maybe you’re right about Shairn. But Fyn was doomed already with so many Krayl fetuses growing inside her. There was no way she would have survived the surgery it would take to remove them, even if we could get to her before she was hunted down and murdered. But in answer to your question; Yes, the Krayl inside her were keeping her arousal high. She was feverish, had severely reduced cognitive ability, and her arousal was so strong that even being impaled over and over by a machete felt orgasmic.

I know your lawyers and mine are working to allow us free access, and you have a better chance than I, given that your case was given over to civilian authority. So please don’t lose hope. Please.

Talk to your lawyer about using a cruel and unusual punishment appeal based on your (so far) incurable addiction.

Never forget that I love you with all my heart. Let’s make this FlashFile a regular thing! I miss you!

Love,
Mom


FlashFile: 12.10.3034
From: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE
To: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)

Hi mommy,

I know I promised to write regularly, but things got in the way.

I was in the medical wing for three weeks after my suicide attempt - I even suck at that; total failure. I remembered being choked out on board the Beagle by Corporal Jinz and how sweet it felt as I passed out, so I hanged myself. But they got me down and revived me and I was so upset when I woke up restrained in a hospital bed - I wanted to be dead.

My Doctors reopened my treatment plan and we talked about things that might work for me. I dunno.

They say they’ve developed a synthetic pheromone and they’re going to try it on me. If it works, it would mean I would have to use it for sex the rest of my life but at least I could be discharged - IF the government approves it.

They say it could be years.

I’m so sad. I cry all the time.

Love you,
Pheebs ~


FlashFile: 22.10.3034
From: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)
To: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE

Oh honey ...

Hang in there. It will get better, I promise.

Love,
Mom


FlashFile: 07.11.3034
From: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE
To: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)

Mom! I found something that’s almost as good as interspecies! The staff are allowing us to have sex together without restriction. They say that because all us girls are on birth control and we’re checked regularly for disease, there’s no harm.

Dell, Matthew and I have been hooking up and one time Dell wrapped a scarf around my throat and choked me out - I had a total body orgasm just as I was passing out. So we’ve been doing that to each other almost every day.

Remember how we wondered about our sexes and rectums producing so much mucus during interspecies sex? How we wondered if it would continue after? Well, it does - when we do this I leak something fierce!

My fav is when Dell chokes me while Matthew throat-fucks me. Oh my gosh, I love the tingly feelings rushing up and down my core; the way my lower belly clenches and pulses; the way my stomach convulses and tries to sick-up; and the panicky feeling that I’m going to die. And the orgasm - the total body orgasm that consumes me, pounds my body, blinds me, and goes on and on and on until everything fades to nothing.

It’s like dying, but it feels so good - so intense then so peaceful. Don’t worry, I’m only out for a few seconds and every time I come to I’m so happy. We learned that we have to take enemas and pee first and use a plastic mattress cover because near the end you lose all control and ... well, things get pretty messy. But even that feels so good.

Don’t be upset about what Dell says to me - I like it - yes, she calls me names but we also have code words to keep it good. She says “there you go” every time she feels me start to quiver building up to an orgasm. She lets me know she's aware of where I'm at by saying "there it comes" as I start cumming hard so she chokes me harder for a few seconds then releases me right after the big one when I'm going out so I can come back quickly and be safe. Dell knows my body and knows when to push me hard over the edge.

It’s exciting that while we’re doing it we can hear the hospital staff just outside Dell’s door going about their rounds, and even more exciting when some of them watch us through the little window in the door. I love being watched, and I love how some staff wink at me in the hallways to let me know they're aware of what Dell and Matthew do to me.

I’m so glad we found this and we all take turns now. It’s so fun.

Mom, I have to admit that before this I was so depressed that I signed the request for an assisted suicide. That’s legal now. They call it the “faint hope law”, meaning if your life is so intolerable and there’s no medical or psychiatric relief available, you can choose to die.

But I like it here now, and Dell and I are talking about getting an apartment together once we get out. We now know we can replace the intensity of interspecies right here on Earth.

Luv you!
Pheebs ~


FlashFile: 10.11.3034
From: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)
To: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE

Hi sweetheart,

I’m of mixed emotions about this. I’m glad you’re finding sexual release, but I’m also concerned about your health.

I talked to one of our staff physicians and she said that repeated erotic asphyxiation can result in brain damage, strokes, blindness, even death by aneurism.

Please be careful.

I love you,
Mom

PS: Yes, I noticed the increased mucus production is still present in me as well when the sex is good.


FlashFile: 01.12.3034
From: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)
To: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE

Honey? I haven’t heard from you for awhile - please write back and tell me you’re okay.

So much love,
Mom


FlashFile: 28.12.3034
From: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE
To: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)

Strokes.

You were right. I get confused a lot and I can’t do my college math anymore, numbers just don’t make sense now. I keep forgetting things and I limp. My left eye has a big grey shadow that the doctor says is a burst blood vessel. It might heal, and it might not.

It happened to Dell too - she slurs her words when she talks and she only has partial sight in one eye.

They won’t let us have sex together any more. Dell just stays curled up in bed all the time and I’m back to being sad ... feeling so hopeless.

All I can think about is reactivating the faint hope thing and ending this.

Pheebs ~


FlashFile: 03.01.3035
From: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)
To: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE

My sweet hurt girl, my heart is aching for you. Please hang in there, I’ve written to the hospital administration to appeal to them to help you. To find a way to give you what you need.

I wish I could hold you like I did when we were together.

Please-please-please, hang on sweetheart.

I love you so much,
Mom


FlashFile: 10.01.3035
From: PHOEBE HOUTEN-LETHBRIDGE
To: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)

I’m done. Don’t be mad at me.

Pheebs ~


FlashFile: 22.01.3035
From: CIVIC MEDICAL AUTHORITY
To: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)

Greetings Captain Lethbridge,

We regret to advise that your family member Phoebe Houten-Lethbridge was pronounced deceased at 1045 hours this morning. Mz Houten-Lethbridge had reactivated her request for euthanasia on 08.01.3035 and expired this date during an assisted suicide procedure carried out as per her detailed written instructions. Staff in attendance reported her euthanasia was comprised of a prolonged period of physical pleasure followed by a peaceful termination of life.

Regards,
Dr Maynard Wentwhistle
Director of Operations


FlashFile: 25.01.3035
From: [anonymous]
To: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)

Phoebe wanted you to know she chose her method of assisted suicide and submitted to it willingly.

Phoebe chose the following;

  1. Injection of two adult doses of endorphin/oxytocin
  2. Subcutaneous absorption of synthetic pheromones
  3. Manual genital stimulation followed by;
  4. Ligature of the throat until consciousness is lost
  5. Left suspended in ligature until all signs of life terminates

Phoebe asked that we engage in this method daily over the course of her sessions just after breakfast each day in our suicide chamber, and she left it up to us to decide which would be her final session. During the final session, Phoebe did not know she that it was to be her last.

You will see and hear in the accompanying video that Phoebe was highly aroused and pleading for the ligature - (suspension by a loop of rope around her throat) - prior to being lifted. You'll note that our therapist continued to support her weight and manually stimulate her until her final orgasm began. During her final ligature once our therapist allowed all her body weight to be suspended, Phoebe was in a constant state of orgasmic convulsions, natural lubricant flowing copiously from her vagina and rectum (you can hear it dripping onto the floor). And as she neared termination she lost control of her bladder and bowels - something she knew would happen from past experience and had reported it as feeling ‘orgasmic’ when engaging in this practice in the past.

Prior to beginning her sessions, Phoebe asked to pass on a personal note to you after her death; “I love you mommy, please forgive me. I will die cumming - the best way to go.”

Rest assured that your daughter's life was terminated as per her wishes. Also, please know that Phoebe is not the only Beagle survivor who has opted for an assisted suicide. Her close friend Dell had her life terminated with an overdose of endorphins administered while she was in her own bed. Phoebe was present at Dell's request and held her hand as the endorphines took effect and ended her life. A young woman named Jezzie opted for an abdominal surgical intervention that amounted to nothing less than a living autopsy, again with a lethal dose of endorphins as her only anesthetic. Though Jezzie pleaded with the medical team to 'keep-going' throughout the proceedure, the method of her chosen death has resulted in three staff undergoing therapy. I don't tell you this for any other purpose than to illustrate the lengths we will go to satisfy our patients' desired methods of terminating their lives. I only hope that the military is as compassionate with you.


FlashFile: 30.01.3035
From: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)
To: JUDGE ADVOCATE GENERAL

To the Court,

I here-by fervently request that my execution take place at the Court’s earliest convenience.

Captain Marg Lethbridge
Prisoner #8738621
Mansbridge Military Prison


FlashFile: 14.02.3035
From: OFFICE OF THE JUDGE ADVOCATE GENERAL
To: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)

CAPTAIN (INACTIVE) M LETHBRIDGE,

YOUR RECENT REQUEST FOR AN EXPEDITED EXECUTION DATE IS DENIED.

WE REFER YOU TO THE SIGNED AND WITNESSED COURT DOCUMENT #ML875620-3032, SECTION 7, ARTICLE B; “... LETHBRIDGE FURTHER ACKNOWLEDGES THAT SAID EXECUTION WILL TAKE PLACE AFTER ALL BEAGLE MISSION FILES ENCRYPTED BY LETHBRIDGE AS HER FINAL ILLEGAL ACT AS CAPTAIN OF THE INTERSTELLAR VESSEL BEAGLE HAVE BEEN RESTORED AND SUBMITTED TO THE JAG AUTHORITY TO THE COURT’S SATISFACTION.”

CAPTAIN JOSEF DEMARCATUER
JAG - COURT CLERK
MANSBRIDGE PRISON ADMINISTRATION


FlashFile: 16.02.3035
From: MARGARET LETHBRIDGE (CAPT-INACTIVE)
To: JUDGE ADVOCATE GENERAL

I’ll find a way, you heartless cunts.

~ Marg