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Keywords:  hanging, breath control, suspense
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Waiting (M/F, hanging, snuff)
Date: Sat,  9 Mar 2002 07:10:05 -0500
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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 woman waiting to be hanged.
Consensual.



			  Waiting: a Vignette
			    by A. P. Damien

She stands there, straight and proud.  This room is brightly lit, so she
can see herself and nine other young women reflected in the black glass
wall in front of her.  She stands on a trapdoor with a noose snug around
her neck.  So do the other nine girls.

She can't see through the glass, nor can she hear what's happening on
the other side.  But she knows what's there: a wide corridor with a
little console in front of the glass.  The console has a slot for a
credit card, a dial to select one of the ten girls, a switch labeled
"drop: long/short", and a big red button labeled "hang her".

She waits.  She doesn't know when, but sooner or later one of the trapdoors
will open.  Perhaps a customer will hang one of her friends.  When that
happens she is allowed to turn and watch.  It makes her excited, wet, to
watch another girl struggle and kick, little flutter kicks at first, then
faster and faster, wilder, then slower, weaker.  Then stillness.

Of course, she knows it could be her own trapdoor... then she will find
herself hanging.  Strangling to death.  Kicking desperately, hands
straining against her bonds, chest muscles straining for air.  Weakening,
blacking out, then no more, ever again.

She doesn't know when, or whether she will be the next victim.  Perhaps
nothing will happen this shift, and she'll have a meal and time to rest
before coming back her to wait again.  Or perhaps in a minute or less
she'll feel the trapdoor fall away beneath her and begin the battle for air
-- a battle which she will inevitably lose.

At first she wasn't sure which she would prefer: to watch one of her
friends die, kicking and struggling in the noose, or to be hanged
herself, to experience that ultimate sensation.

Later she decided it was better to watch.  Not because she is reluctant
to die.  No.  Because when another girl is chosen, she gets to watch and
get excited -- and to get even more excited as she anticipates her own
hanging.  Imagining herself struggling just like that, getting red in the
face and then purple, dancing faster and faster, then slower and slower,
then silence.

But now she's not sure again.  She has seen three girls die like that.  If
she survives another two she will be freed and her Master will give her a
reward for her service.  A fifty-fifty proposition.  But then she would
be denied her own hanging.  Just two more.  So perhaps it would be better
to hang now and not have to worry about losing out to two other girls.

One thing she knows she doesn't want... the long drop that some customers
choose.  Only rarely, she is thankful for that.  To vanish through the
floor, a loud groan from the overhead beam and a crunching noise as her
neck snaps.  A few spasmodic kicks and... nothing.  It happened once
while she was here.  She would feel cheated if that were to happen to
her.  To die without getting to experience it.  No, that wouldn't be fair.

So she waits.  Not even sure what she's waiting for.


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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?
-- 
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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