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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Faithless Kate (M/FM, snuff, hanging) (REPOST)
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Listen up! Yes, I mean you!
There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story.
First, there's sexually explicit stuff here. If you're not old enough to
vote, go on to the next message. Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group. Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!
Second, this story includes a description of somebody getting killed for
sexual pleasure - maybe the killer's pleasure, maybe the victim's. Either
way, this isn't milk and cookies. If you don't want to read about such
things, go away and read another message.
Third, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>! No actual people or animals were
harmed in the writing of this story.
Fourth, don't try this stuff at home. You could end up dead! Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA. That's not counting
the rest of the world.
Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story. If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing. But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled to death while having sex, don't blame anybody but
yourself.
Here's some blank space to give you a chance to skip to the next message.
After that, you're on your own.
Summary: This story describes a man being strangled to death while
receiving a blowjob and a woman being raped while she is hanged. Lethal,
non-consensual.
Faithless Kate
by Matthew, somewhat rearranged and expanded by A. P. Damien
A small summer cabin on a lake outside of the town. It's autumn and pouring
rain, so no one is around.
Things are progressing nicely when Kate's husband Matthew suddenly bursts in,
carrying a pistol. He finds his wife and Damien lying on an old brass bed
together. Kate is wearing only black string-bikini panties and her dark
stockings. Her large, round breasts are bare. Damien is lying beside her,
sucking on her hard nipples, wearing only a skimpy pair of red bikini briefs.
Matthew holds them both at gunpoint.
"You, what's your name?"
"Damien" (rather shakily)
"That's 'Damien, _sir_'", growls Matthew. "Now, lets try it again.
What's your name?"
"Damien, sir."
"Well, Damien, Kate's cunt is for my enjoyment, not yours. But I
may allow you _some_ pleasure of her. For now, lie face-down on the
bed and put your hands behind your head."
Matthew turns to Kate and continues, "And you, my dear, go to the
dresser and get the leather restraints and that frilly pink thing I got
you last month. Also the cuffs and the medium-length silk cord."
Kate gets out leather wrist and ankle restraints, a silk cord, and
a lacey pink choker. Following Matthew's gestured commands, she attaches
the restraints to the corners of the bedframe.
"All right, Damien, turn face up, slowly, and lie with your arms
and legs spread-eagled."
Damien does so, and Matthew motions Kate to put him in the restraints
and make them tight so he can't get out. The big bulge in the front of
Damien's bikini briefs is now fast receding.
"Now, my dear, put on your frill and come with me." She puts the
choker around her neck and starts to follow him out the door.
"Hey, what about me?" asks Damien.
"We'll be back for you in a minute," growls Matthew from the doorway,
"and you may even _enjoy_ it -- for a while."
They go out the door. Matthew has Kate bring in a couple of short logs,
a couple of feet long and a little under a foot thick, already cut for
the fireplace. He shows her where to put them, directly under a roof beam.
He forces her over to the closet and has her get out a rope and tie a
slipknot in it. He makes her throw it over the roof beam, a little past
the ends of the logs.
"All right," growls Matthew. "You wanted each other so much, I'm
going to let you have _part_ of what you were after. Kate, pull his
briefs down, and start sucking. Do a _good_ job, and make it last."
As Kate starts giving Damien a blow job, Matthew wraps the silk cord
around Damien's neck. Damien's eyes widen in fear, and he starts to
beg for his life. But Matthew slowly tightens the cord, and the pleas
are reduced to a croak, a whisper, then just a gurgle. As Damien strains
for air, his cock swells in Kate's mouth; as the blow job progresses,
the look in Damien's eyes changes from fear to pleasure.
Judging that Damien is almost ready to come, Matthew pulls the rope
even tighter, cutting his breath off completely. His eyes bulge in
agony and his tongue protrudes as his body convulses on the bed.
Matthew warns Kate, "Don't swallow, my dear. Hold his cum
in your mouth."
Damien dies; he ejaculates in Kate's mouth as his body arches in a final
convulsion.
As soon as he is sure Damien is dead, Matthew lets go of the cord,
grabs Kate's choker, and twists it to make sure she can't swallow.
She has to struggle for each breath.
Kate is weeping hysterically, but her ordeal has just begun. Matthew tells
her to put her hands behind her back. He attaches the cuffs with his
free hand, then pushes her over to where she put the logs earlier.
He has her stand with one foot on each log, then he puts the noose
around her neck, pulling it up so Kate has to stand almost on tip-toe
in order to breathe at all. She still can't swallow her mouthful of
Damien's cum.
Matthew ties the other end of the rope to the heavy dresser. Then he
goes over and kicks the logs a little farther apart, forcing Kate to
stand with her legs spread. This increases the tension on her neck,
and it gets even harder for her to breathe.
"Now _we're_ going to have some fun," Matthew tells Kate as he
rips her silky panties off.
Sobbing uncontrollably, almost insane with terror, Kate tries to stand
on tip-toe to get a little more air. Putting a hand under her trim
ass, Matthew helps her up a couple of inches as he pushes his cock head
into her cunt with his other hand. Then he puts both hands on her
shoulders and forces her down on his cock.
Kate gives a final gurgling scream as the rope bites further into her neck.
Matthew walks forward, forcing Kate off the end of the logs so her feet
dangle in the air and her breath is completely stopped. She thrashes
violently as she strangles, her body held upright by the rope and impaled
by the long thick cock inside her. Her breasts bounce and her hips buck
as her eyes open wider and wider and her tongue protrudes from her mouth.
At last Kate's bulging eyes fix in a death stare. Her body jerks and
shudders as Matthew comes in her cunt, which contracts rythmically
in the final orgasm of death,
Matthew unties her hands, leaving her body hanging in mid-air, the noose
tight around its neck and the hands bound behind. The back is arched,
thrusting the large tits forward provocatively.
Now Matthew turns his attention to the man's body lying sprawled on the
floor beside the bed. He gets out another rope and ties another
slip-knot in it, throwing the end of the rope over the roof beam,
next to the one holding up Kate's body. He unties Damien's limp body
and pulls it off of the bed onto the floor, fitting the noose around
the dead neck.
Then he hauls back on the rope, pulling the body upright until it hangs
with its toes dangling just above the rough wooden floorboards.
Bulging dead eyes stare sightlessly at the near-naked woman as Matthew
ties the end of the rope to the bedpost, leaving the body twisting slowly
back and forth, arms dangling limply. The erect cock still protrudes
from the little red briefs, the big swollen head pointing up at the ceiling.
Matthew looks at the scene, and decides it will do.
"Yup," he muses, "they were probably playing around with nooses and
sex and lost consciousness before they noticed it." He leaves the
bodies there, cleaning up all indications of his own presence before
he goes away.
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Did you like this story? You can find more at
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I'd also like to hear about it. Tell me what you like about it, and what you
think could be improved. Remember, I don't get paid for writing these
stories. It takes me about 20 hours - the equivalent of half a week of
full-time work - to write a 2500 word story. All I get in return is
feedback from the readers - and usually not enough of that.
If you like stories of this type, but didn't like this story, I'd like to
hear about that, too. Especially if you can articulate what was wrong with
this story.
But if you think stories about people getting strangled or hanged, even
killed, during sex are icky and shouldn't exist, don't come whining to me.
Why did you read it if you don't like stories of that type?
--
A. P. Damien
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