Message-ID: <35835asstr$1016831402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@omega.dimensional.com> Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, snuff X-Newsposter: trn 4.0-test56 (2 Mar 97) X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien) X-Original-Message-ID: <1016810641.255204@irys.nyx.net> Cache-Post-Path: irys.nyx.net!anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net X-Cache: nntpcache 2.3.3 (see http://www.nntpcache.org/) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 22 Mar 2002 08:24:01 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} ASA story: Curtain (F solo, hanging, snuff, no sex, NC?) Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 16:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/35835> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw This story was written by Darlene. 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 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: On stage, a woman standing on a box. A timer. A noose around her neck. F solo, hanging, snuff, NC? Curtain by Darlene Copyright by the author. Feel free to download this story, but do not charge for its use. ================================================================ The curtain rises. The stage lights come up slowly. An auburn haired young woman is standing on a box. She has very long legs. The woman is wearing a rose colored jersey. A brown leather belt is cinched at her waist. Her left arm is tied at the wrist to the belt. Her right arm is loose at her side. She's naked below the belt. A rope stretches down from the rafters. It ends with a noose secured around the young woman's neck. Her green eyes peer nervously from the stage. Tiny drops sparkle through the red hairs at the vee of her legs, betraying her arousal. The cover drops from a large device standing nearby. The woman can see it clearly. The device has the face of a clock. It's a timer. A full sweep of its pointer will take sixty seconds. The young woman's hands ball into fists. Her knuckles are even lighter than the rest of her freckled white skin. The timer clicks on. The pointer moves. A sudden stream of urine runs past the woman's legs. As it hits the box, it makes a quick drumming sound like rain in a gutter pipe. The sound stops as abruptly as it started. A bell rings from the timer. The woman closes her eyes. The box collapses under her feet. She drops a few inches and grunts as the rope jerks her neck. She hangs suspended. Her eyes pop open, very wide. One leg reaches out delicately for support, finding none there. The other leg, toes curled, repeats the motion. She squawks softly, catching little breaths. She doesn't thrash. Has someone coached her how to prolong her time on the rope? Her free hand comes up to the noose digging into her throat. She touches the rope, almost in wonder. Her eyes blink several times. Soon she makes little gagging noises. Her hand waves. It's harder for her to find air. Her eyes are still wide, framed by her straight auburn locks. The long legs become more active, slowly pumping an invisible bicycle. The slit between the legs glistens in the light, moistening the surrounding hairs. Her pumping continues a while, its rhythm interrupted only by her gagging. Her face begins to redden more. Her fingers clench. The dribbles of air aren't enough. Her chest begins heaving. Her legs kick fiercely now. She swings on the rope. She's fighting hard. The kicking goes on. All in an instant her struggling stops. Her body trembles a moment then relaxes. Her feet paw very slowly. Her head is immobile, but her eyes look right then left. Her fingers return to the rope at her neck and come to rest . A small spot of drool drips from the corner of her mouth onto her jersey. Her chest heaves again, then once more. Her hand falls. She's quiet for a long time. Only the movement of her eyes shows she is still there. As the eyes become glassy a final set of throes makes her body shake. The curtain descends. There is the sound of polite applause. =========================================================== Did you like this story? Why not <A HREF="mailto:Darlene29x@hotmail.com?subject=Ambivalent"> write Darlene</A>? Remember, feedback from the readers is the only "payment" the author gets. You can find more at http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/entry.ssi But if you think stories about people getting strangled during sex -- and enjoying it -- 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. 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