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Keywords: hanging, breath control, asphyxia, mild
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: The Maid (M/F, hanging) (REPOST)
Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2001 06:10:03 -0500
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This story was written by Johnny.  I (Damien) am posting it
by permission of the author.

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.  If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing.  But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled 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 includes descriptions of a woman being spanked, then
hanged for a man's sexual pleasure.  Non-lethal, semi-consensual.

			    The Maid
			    by Johnny
		    johnny_ffff@yahoo.com

	Sir John sat reading in his armchair, a large book in his lap. It 
is a beautifully illustrated colection of some of his favorite bondage
tales.  It was in the early evening and he had changed into a robe and 
slippers.
	"Here is your brandy, Sir John...Oops!" said Marie, the maid. As 
she bent to set his drink on the table next to him, the glass slipped 
from her hand and spilled across his lap.

	"That's the last time that I let your bumbling go unpunished!" 
shouted John. "Such ineptitude is inexecusable. I have half a mind to 
throttle you senseless."

	Then he takes her, yanks up her skirt, spanks her over his lap 
as he had always been meaning to do. Marie wears no panties tonight.
she squirms and kicks. He feels her hot pussy. She is turned on and 
oozing. He pulls her to feet, takes a short cord and ties her wrists 
together behind her back. He takes the sash belt from around the 
waist of his robe and quickly fashions a noose in one end. "You don't 
comprehend the seriousness of your predicament, my dear!" he says. 
"I'm going to make you do a little dance. Perhaps a good hanging 
will give you something to think about!" He holds her fast while she 
protests, and he slips the noose over her head, lifts her long hair up 
and through the loop, and then snugs the cord around her neck. He 
grabs her by the hips and lifts her up onto a footstool that he has slid 
underneath the edge of a balcony that looks out onto the library. 
"Now, a moment to fix the cord before you take flight, my careless 
girl!" He steps up onto the stool next to her, and passed the cord 
around one of the balcony rails. He pulls it until all the slack is gone 
and the noose is tugging at her neck, then he ties the cord with a slip 
knot. 

	He steps down to admire his work. His robe falls slightly open 
to reveal his hard prick throbbing. He steps forward and grabs her 
firmly on the ass. She looks down at him full of fear and with wide 
eyes. He holds her butt tightly with one hand and slides his hand up 
her thigh. Then in one move he tugs her skirt and panties down her 
legs. They fall at her feet on the stool. Her blouse he unbuttons with 
nimble fingers. he pushes it down around her pinioned arms. Her bra 
fastens in the front, so it is quickly unfastened and joins her blouse. 
Her breasts slip free and sag slightly downward. He squeezes each of 
her nipples gently until it stands erect. "Sir John, please!"

	He strokes her pussy lips lightly with his finger tips. She is wet 
and feels a nasty excitement. She is scared by what she thinks he 
wants to do, yet she is also somehow excited by her fear. He slips a 
finger between her lips and strokes her cunt.
	She squirms about trying to stand upright, yet wanting to 
crouch down and spread her legs. The noose tugs at her throat. "Oh, 
please sir, Let me down!" she moans. "Please, you don't mean to hang 
me, do you? Certainly, it is a jest of yours, sir." 
	He adds another finger to his insistent prodding, and strokes 
her inner walls with more vigor. "Why certainly I will let you down, 
Marie, but only after you've had some time to stretch that pretty 
slender neck of yours. Are you ready for your hanging, my sweet? 
The moment is at hand!" He slid his fingers from her, and slowly 
pushed the rolling footstool behind her. She was forced to take a small 
step across the top of the stool and then her final step. As she 
realized that there was nothing for her to step onto, she whimpered 
in fright. She stepped into space and hung by her neck. The noose 
pulled much tighter about her throat and choked off her whimpers 
into faint gurgles. Her shoes slip from her feet and fall to the floor 
beneath her. Her toes point down and wave vainly back and forth in 
an attempt to reach some footing. As she twisted slowly about on the 
end of the rope, she lifts one leg, then the other, thinking to step 
back onto the footstool. As she does so, she opens her thighs to reveal 
her puffy excited pussy lips and the hard throbbing clit they frame.

	She feels her face reddening and her pulse pounding. Her arms 
struggle and her breasts wobble back and forth with her efforts. Her 
clit feels like it is swelling larger. Sir John stands next to her, 
watching her increasingly frantic contortions. His prick stands out 
from his waist, jerking with each of his heartbeats. She starts to kick 
now, becoming more desperate as she strangles. Her kicking tightens 
the noose further, choking her gurgles into silence. Now her struggle 
is more frantic and rapid. She gives spastic little kicks and her arms 
are tightly straining at the bonds. She feels her pussy clenching 
strongly at nothing, squeezing down rythmically. The throbbing 
grows and as her vision starts to go red she feels the orgasm coming. 
Her body arches stiffly taut, her toes curl up tight, and then she 
shakes with the unexpected release. Her body twitches and jerks 
helplessly as she cums. 

	Sir John tugs the slip knot and catchs the half unconscious girl 
as she falls. He loosens the noose and carries her over to the sofa 
where he props her up. She gasps for breath, and shudders as she 
feels a pins-and-needles sensation across her body. John rapidly 
kneels before her, lifts up her legs, and sinks his rock hard cock into 
her juicy tight cunt. A few hard strokes are all that are required to 
send him over the brink. He groans loudly and his prick jumps and 
spurts copiously into her cunt. 


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Did you like this story?  You can find more at
	http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/entry.ssi

The author would also like to hear about it.  You can write me and
I'll pass it on to the author.  Remember, feedback from the readers
is the only "payment" the author gets.

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
Replies directly to this address will NOT be anonymized.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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