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Subject: {ASSM} ASA story: Li Chang Hangs (M/F, hanging, snuff) (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 is a work of <u>fiction</u>!  No actual people or animals
were harmed in the writing of this story.

   Third, 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.  Feel free to complain to
me if you think it's badly written.  But if you don't like stories about
people getting strangled to death while having sex, don't blame anybody but
yourself.

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   Li Chang Hangs

   by A.  P.  Damien

   Summary: This story includes descriptions of two women being hanged by
the neck until dead by a man who is paying well for the privilege.  The
secnd woman performs oral sex on the hangman while they watch the first
hang.  Lethal, consensual.

   There's a double-header on the schedule this morning - two girls will be
hanged.  Li Chang Mi will go second and she's glad.  Not because it means
she gets to live a few extra minutes.  No, because this way she gets the
extra excitement of watching Naboko Murakami hang.

   The two girls are brought out.  The guard helps Naboko strip naked
before her walk to the noose.  It's obvious that she's having second
thoughts - she probably signed up for this just to get the money for her
family.  Whatever the reason, Naboko's walk is unsteady.  The guard has to
walk beside her, murmuring reminders to keep her going, and her legs are so
wobbly that she occasionally has to stop and lean on him for a few seconds.
It's obvious that she would turn and run, except that she would have to
return the money and her children would starve.

   The hangman is white, of course.  A Chinese or Japanese man might be
rich enough to support a woman's family for ten years and send her children
to college besides.  But only an American or European would be crazy enough
to pay that much just to see her hang.  But he's younger than Li Chang
expected.  Downright good looking.  She feels herself getting excited just
looking at him, even though it won't be her turn in the noose for nearly 30
minutes.

   After the hangman binds Naboko's hands, she's just too shaky to get up
on the little stand.  The guard and hangman have to lift her up.

   Li Chang is so disgusted that she decides to show how it should be done.
She doesn't even wait to be led out.  She walks out, slowly, with a natural
grace that the peasant girl couldn't hope to emulate even with full control
of her body.  As she walks, she takes off her clothing, one item every few
steps.  After each piece of clothing comes off, she tosses it to some
spectator, without pausing or turning her head.  The last item, a sort of
loincloth, she saves for the hangman.  He folds it up and sets it aside as
a keepsake, a remembrance of her as someone special.

   Once the commotion caused by her unexpected appearance has died down,
the hangman continues.  He fits the noose over Naboko's neck.  She's having
trouble standing, so he just kicks over the stand and leaves her dangling
by her neck.  She instantly panics and starts kicking and struggling,
throwing her legs in every direction, struggling for support, for air,
anything to relieve the pressure on her neck.

   There's a chest high partition separating the hangman from the
spectators.  Li Chang slides gracefully behind it and kneels at the
hangman's feet.  She looks to him for permission; getting it, she opens his
robe.  He is hard already, and she takes his erection in her hand and wraps
her mouth around it.  Li Chang watches Naboko struggle while she pleasures
the hangman with her lips and tongue.  She's in no hurry - it will take 20
minutes for Naboko to die, perhaps even longer.

   Li Chang feels herself getting more excited as she watches Naboko twist,
writhe, and kick at the rope's end.  She feels the hardness of the
hangman's cock in her mouth; it's as if she can feel every pleasurable
sensation she gives him coming right back between her own legs.  She
stretches out the blowjob, watching Li Chang's death struggles out of the
corner of her eye.  The hangman isn't looking at her, of course.  His head
is turned so he can watch Naboko hang.

   Naboko's face turns red.  Her tongue starts to protrude and her
struggles weaken and slow down.  After a while she no longer has the
strength to do more than twitch slightly.  Her eyes bug out and her face
deepens from red to purple.  Even the twitching stops.

   Li Chang speeds up now, sliding her lips rapidly up and down the
hangman's shaft and flicking the most sensitive spots with her agile
tongue. Her timing is perfect.  The hangman groans and starts thrusting
into her mouth just as Naboko twitches again, slowly drawing her legs up to
her chest and letting them fall loosely again.  Li Chang feels the orgasm
she's been building up to as Naboko's final struggles slow down again and
stop...  and the hangman fills Lichang's mouth with his cum.

   Two guards come.  cut down Naboko's body, and take it away for burial.
Another noose is slung over the crossbeam.  Now it is Li Chang's turn.  She
stands, as gracefully as she knelt, glides underneath the noose, and waits
for the hangman.  She carefully refrains from swallowing - she wants to die
with his semen in her mouth.

   She turns slowly and offers her hands to be tied behind her back, then
turns to face the hangman again.  He brings the little stand -- less than a
foot high -- back and helps Li Chang climb up onto it.  She bows her head
to accept the noose as he fits it around her neck, looking closely at it as
it passes over her head.  It was measured to her neck earlier this week. 
It looks like the traditional Western noose with 13 coils, but there is a
knot in the running line to stop it when it's just tight enough to strangle
her, but not quickly, and not to shut off the blood to her brain.  She will
be able to savor her hanging.

   At last everything is ready.  Li Chang stands proudly with the noose
around her neck, her chest thrust forward to counterbalance her hands tied
behind her.  She is the center of attention -- everyone is watching her. 
The hangman puts a hand on her hip as if to steady her; only she feels the
lascivious squeeze he gives her as his hand slides into place.

   "Ready?" he asks quietly.

   "Oh yes!" she whispers back, "I came once from blowing you, and I expect
at least one more."

   The hangman steps away and kicks the stand from under her.  He starts to
hum an old tune:
        Isn't it rich?
        Are we a pair?
        Me with my feet on the ground
        You in the air?
but then he stops.  An erotic moment like this would not be improved by
clowns.

   Li Chang feels the noose tighten around her neck.  Her breathing is
labored now and she will soon have trouble getting enough air, but this is
the moment she's been waiting for.  The money her family will get paid for
the privilege of snuffing her is nice, but she came here to experience
this, the rope around her neck, the air under her feet.

   She begins rubbing her thighs together, stimulating herself.  Her mouth
is full of the hangman's salty semen, a symbol of life in her mouth even as
she travels the road to death.  She is able to keep this up for several
minutes, but eventually her chest muscles get too weak to force enough air
past the noose.  She rubs more frantically now, racing against panic,
unconsciousness, and death.

   Soon she can no longer control herself.  Her hands twist, fighting the
bonds holding them behind her back.  Her legs flail trying to get a
purchase on something or at least fling herself up in the air to get a
little air past the knot.  But she has waited too long and is too weak. 
She succeeds only in making the noose even tighter around her neck.

   Li Chang doesn't see her own face turn red and puffy, or notice when she
starts to drool, but the hangman and spectators see it all.  They see her
flailing legs move faster and faster, then slower, then weaken to a sort of
twitching.

   But there's a quiet after the storm.  Her need for air seems to
diminish. So does her awareness of the world around her.  Her struggles
slow down and she feels a quiet certainty, a sort of buzz.  Her thighs rub
together again without her thinking about it, and she feels another
explosion of pleasure between her legs.  Then her vision fades and all
sensation goes away.  She is floating, floating in the air with the noose
around her neck.  Everything is perfect.

   The hangman watches Li Chang's struggles slow down and stop.  Looking at
the way her thighs moved, he's fairly sure she had the second orgasm she
was aiming for.

   Another few minutes, and Li Chang provides the watchers with her version
of the final convulsion.  Even dying she manages to be more graceful.

   The hangman leaves her body there for the guards to dispose of.  He
takes Li Chang's loincloth back to his girlfriend, waiting in his hotel
room.  They'll have a wonderful time tonight.

   ==========================================================

   Did you like this story?  You can find more at

   http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/entry.ssi

   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.

   Do you think it's OK for hangman to have a sense of humor?  What did you
think of him humming the beginning of "Send in the Clowns" while Li Chang
was hanging?

   Isn't it rich?  / Are we a pair?  /

   Me with my feet on the ground / You in the air?

   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?

   

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