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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: The Best Ever (M/F, gasping, snuff, SC) (REPOST)
Date: Fri,  7 Dec 2001 11:10:03 -0500
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Organization: Just hanging around Keywords: strangling gasping
snuff


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
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Summary: This story includes a description of a woman being
strangled to death during sex.  Non-consensual.



			    THE BEST EVER
	    By Ozymandius, somewhat rewritten by A. P. Damien

    She rings the doorbell twice, then one long ring, to signal
that it's her.  The door opens a crack, and she sees one eye peer
at her, then the door shuts abruptly again.  She doesn't
understand.  Is he mad at her for some reason?  Then she hears a
latch slide and the door opens in front of her.  There he stands,
looking playfully at her. She runs to him, tears welling in her
eyes, and throws her arms around his neck, kissing him.  He puts
one hand behind her head, hugging her as they kiss, and shuts the
door with the other.

    On the other side of the door, the kiss gets even more
passionate, as he runs his hands over her nubile breasts, covered
only by a thin silk shirt with no brassiere underneath.  Her
nipples are already hard, and he rolls them gently between his
fingers, sending a ripple of excitement up her spine.

    He pulls away, then lifts her gently into his arms and
carries her up the stairs to his bedroom.  He sets her on the
bed, then bends over her and kisses her again, on the mouth, down
her neck, to her breasts; she starts removing her shirt.  He
stops to help her, then undoes her belt and jeans as she loosens
his tie.  She lays it around her neck and over her shoulders; he
playfully takes the ends in his hands, pulling them apart. She
leans her head back, sighing with excitement.

    "Hurry," she whispers.

    He drops the tie, then takes off his own pants as she pulls
off her jeans, looking seductively at him.  As he removes his
briefs, she sees his cock already erect and she licks her lips at
the sight.

    "Gimme that!"  She whispers forcefully.

    He moves to the edge of the bed; she takes his cock in her
mouth, sucking it in and out of her small lips, while kicking her
jeans off of her ankles.  She grabs his hips for support, and
begins to deep-throat him.  He moans loudly as her lips slide up
and down his shaft. Her tongue flicks the head expertly, and he
marvels at the way this high-school senior can put so many of his
old girlfriends, even his wife, to shame.

    He grabs the back of her head and pulls her into his crotch,
but she stops, pulls back, and looks up at him.  "Slow down," she
whispers softly.  "I want this one to last -- to be the best
ever."

    He looks at her, and nods, almost solemnly.  She looks
quizzically at him, but he just lies down on top of her again,
and kisses his way down her slim, nude teenage body.  He nibbles
her nipples, causing her to giggle, then slides his tongue down
to her pussy, where he begins to bite and nibble her clit.  She
grabs his head, throwing her own back, and moans loud enough for
the neighbors to hear if they were home.  He licks her labia and
clit, then thrusts his tongue into her love hole and back to her
clit. She trembles, then spasms as she comes.

    "That was fast," he says playfully as he rises above her, "I
thought you wanted it to last," She giggles, then kisses him
greedily and raises her arms to the bedposts above her.

    He smiles broadly, gestures for her to turn over.  She rolls
onto her stomach, then lifts herself to all fours, rubbing
against him. She reaches up to grab the bedposts, and he
methodically places her wrists into the handcuffs already there.
She looks over her shoulder at him and moans softly as he closes
the clasp on her wrist.  He kisses her then puts the other one
on.

    She positions herself on her knees, and he slides into her
tight pussy from behind.  She lets out a passionate "Oh!" as he
slowly pushes his way into her, then grabs a handful of hair for
control.  She begins to moan loudly again as he fucks her,
thrusting his full length into her over and over. She throws her
head back then looks over her shoulder at him.

    "Do it."

    He grabs the tie still looped around her neck, then loops it
again, and ties it into an overhand knot nder her chin.  He takes
the ends, pulls them behind her head, and begins to thrust into
her again as he pulls the tie tight around her neck.

    She starts to moan loudly again, but only manages
"oohhhgggh!" as the tie begins to strangle her.  She leans her
head back farther for even more pressure, and begins to rasp and
wheeze.  He tightens the tie more with each thrust.  Her breath
gets thinner, her head begins to whip around, and she starts 
wheezing audibly, gasping for air, at the same time pushing
herself harder and harder against him.  She climaxes again, and
he loosens the tie just a little.

    "No!"  She wheezes.  "Keep going.  I've got another one
coming."

    He begins to build up his rhythm again, slowly drawing the
ends of the tie toward him.  She pushes back against him, leaning
her head back, and he pulls the tie tightly around her neck.  As
she throws her head passionately from side to side, he can see
the tie digging into her neck from the back.  She twists around
with her head thrown back so he can see the knot digging its way
into her throat, and the sight turns him on even more.

He pulls the tie as hard as he can now, strangling her with all
his might.  Her head whips around in her passion, and she presses
forcefully against him, then he feels her come again.  He stops,
but loosens the tie only a little.

    She twists to look at him, and wheezes,  "Hey!  Loosen it up,
I can't breathe!"

    But he holds on.  She looks at him curiously, then a little
fear comes into her eyes.  He leans over, kisses her, and looks
deep into her eyes. He then pushes into her again, saying, "This
has been a great six months, Heather, I want you to know.  It's
too bad this has to be the last time."

    She looks at him, thinking <<He knows, of course, that I'm
leaving for college tomorrow.  But surely he doesn't KNOW, does
he?>>

    He speaks again.  "I really have enjoyed you.  But your
friend Priscilla was here today.  She told me about your...
plans."

    <<Oh God, he KNOWS!  Damn you, Priscilla...>>

    "You've been living the fantasy of most of your classmates,
you know that? But you see, I'm still married and have my career
to consider."

    <<Oh fuck, please get me out of this...>>

    He resumes his slow motions in her, slowly drawing the tie
tighter around her neck, and she begins to gasp for air.

    "I could live with a divorce, but a member of the school
board can't have that kind of scandal.  I'd lose my job." He
starts banging into her roughly now, but pauses between thrusts
so he won't come too soon.  Her mouth opens wide and her tongue
comes out stretching for more air, but no more comes.  Her
breasts heave and her back arches in a vain attempt to relieve
the pressure building inside her chest.

    "I'm glad I got to make your wish come true.  You wanted it
to last; for you this will last forever.  And it's really the
best, the ultimate." She sees spots grow before her eyes as she
runs out of air.  She uses her last energy trying to break the
handcuffs on her wrists, with no effect.

    After a minute he sees her struggles weaken, and he bangs
into her without regard for the effect on her leg muscles, cunt,
and cervix.  She goes limp, but he angrily pulls her head up and
back; he can see the blood building up in her neck where the tie
is choking her.  Her adam's apple protrudes from under the tie,
turning him on even more.

As she loses consciousness, her eyelids flutter and her body
responds with a final orgasm that spasms her pussy tight around
him.  As he comes, his own muscles go into a spasm, pulling the
tie even tighter as her body convulses around him and she dies.

    He drops the tie, panting, and stands up off the bed to look
at his handiwork.  She is collapsed forward against the headrail,
her arms still cuffed in a spread position and her body twisted
to one side.  Her eyes gaze lazily up to the ceiling; her tongue,
swelled up, sticks out of her mouth.  The bed is covered in sweat
and come, but she looks even more beautiful then ever before.


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

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.

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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