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Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, snuff fantasy, anal
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: You Do The Crime, You Do the Time (M/F, snuff fantasy, hanging SC) (REPOST)
Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2002 05:10:02 -0400
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				You Do The Crime, You Do the Time

						by A. P. Damien

Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman being hanged while
having anal intercourse.  Non-lethal, consensual.

	"Re... reporting as ordered, sir." Gulp. That's a noose
	hanging over the platform.

Midnight exactly. Here she is, right on time. At
least she's not the type who would be late for her own funeral. Well, better
give her the bad news.

"Hello, Beautiful. You're the prettiest prisoner
I've ever been privileged to serve as executioner for."

    Executioner? But...

    I realize I'm just staring and try to say something useful.

    "You mean... you're going to kill me?"

"That's what I mean. Master Damien is very disappointed with your
behavior. The way you treated that customer was inexcusable.

    I can't believe this. Sure I lost it.  I freaked out.  For 5 lousy
	seconds.  And now...

    "You're going to hang me? When?"

    I don't seem to be very good at brilliant repartee right now.

I've got her off balance, poor thing. I better explain
a little more.

"Here's the order for your execution. See, midnight
tonight. Hanged by the neck until dead. You know the saying, 'You do the
crime, you do the time'. In your case, the time is ten minutes or so in
the noose, but cheer up, you'll only be conscious the first two or three."

    Oh shit! He means it. And that order has Master's seal and
	signature on it.

    "Oh..." I'm not going to fight him. "Well, whatever Master
	says. I'm ... ready... I hope."

"Now, let's get that gown off you. You know Master
wants his slaves hanged naked."

    I strip off my gown as commanded, folding it neatly as I was
	taught.

"Ahh, truly beautiful. I love doing young women with
small pert breasts."

    I always thought my breasts were too small, but Master
	Damien seemed to like them. But I have to know...

    "Please sir, is that all of my punishment?"

"No.... There's one other thing I get to enjoy your beautiful
ass while you hang. That's what I get paid for doing you."

    "I've never done that, but -- I'm yours to use as you
	please."

"Well then, I'll go slow. I don't want to make this
any harder on you than it needs to be."

    "But...."

    Actually, I'm getting excited by the idea.

    "I think it would be exciting to be hanged for a little and
	then let down. Don't you think that and taking my ass would
	be enough punishment? Please?"

    What am I thinking? Master ordered me to die.  I'm scared,
	but...  I can't believe how excited I am too.

"Tell you what. Master told me to offer you an
alternative: You can put that gown back on and leave. But don't come back.
Master Damien won't have a slave who behaved as you did."

    "Leave Master? Never come back? No....  No. If that's the
	alternative, I'll hang."

    There, I've made my decision. I'll be giving Master Damien
	the ultimate submission. That thought is making me excited
	even though my hands are shaking and my legs are wobbly.
	I'll go through with this.

"Master predicted you would choose that."
Time to get her into position. "Just come over and climb
up here, it's less than a foot high, just one long step. Upsa daisy!
Hold still a moment."

    He fastens a leather belt around my waist.  I inspect the
	single cuffs at each side nervously.

I grab her hips and make a quick check. She's shorter
than me, but the stage boosts her just enough. "Yes, I was right, this
puts your ass at just the right height."

    Now I'm even more scared. I'd almost forgotten about that
	part.

There are mirrors on each wall, so I can see all
around her even though I'm standing right behind her. I can see her pussy
has been shaved, a beautiful sight. Her breasts are perfect; my hands drift
to them.

    That feels nice. He's gentle with them, not a mauler like
	so many of the customers. After a while it starts to get to me
	and I let out a moan of pleasure. After awhile I'm starting to
	feel a little dreamy, then he stops for a couple of seconds.
	Then I feel a wet finger on my nipple. Then the other one too.
	Oooh, that's even better.  Ohhhhhh...."

She's starting to get loud. I don't mind, I like
hearing her moan. The room is soundproofed, so even if she starts screaming
it won't bother anybody. But after couple of minutes she starts quieting
down; guess she's getting used to it.

I wet my finger in my mouth again and reach around
and between her legs. "How's this?" From the way she gasps I hardly need
to ask.

    Oh, he's playing with my pussy lips.  But he's so gentle.
	Feels good. Ah!

I'll just keep this up and see how she reacts. Yes,
I thought there might be another gasp there.

"Just spread your legs a little bit." I feel around
for her clit and start rubbing circles around it.

    "Oh... He found it. He sure knows how to give pleasure...
	Ahh.... Aaaaaahhhhh!"

She sure sounds nice; I like screamers. Think I'll
keep this up for a minute or so.


"Time to get you ready for the next step, honey.
Get down on your hands and knees, here I'll help you."

    I bend over as he tells me, then I feel his fingers spread-
	ing something cool on my asshole. I get nervous again and
	start tightening up, even though I'm trying to relax.

    Then I feel his other hand on my button again.

"That's right, just relax." I keep up the slow motion
on her clit until she's kind of hypnotized with the pleasure. "OK, stay
just like that. Press back against my finger and strain outward as if you
were going to the bathroom."

    I push like he tells me and the finger pops right in. Feels
	a little strange, but it doesn't hurt.

"There, that was easy, wasn't it? Now, here comes
another finger. Just strain again...yes, that's right."

    I do as he says and feel another finger pop in. This isn't
	so bad.

"See? No harder than the first one. I'll give you
awhile to get used to these two."

    He's still stroking around my little button, going so slow,
	I'm getting frustrated. Wish he'd speed up and start working
	directly on it. Then I feel him pushing again.

"Ready for another finger?"

    "I'm not sure... I feel awful stretched already."

"That's all right. Tell me when you're ready."

    I'm really getting into that slow circular motion of his.
	After a couple of minutes I hardly notice his fingers in my
	ass any more, and I'm feeling a lot less tense. He asks if
	I'm ready and I let out an assenting sigh.

    Same routine, but now I feel _really_ stretched
out. "Hey, that feels like I need to go to the bathroom. It doesn't hurt,
but it is kind of uncomfortable."

"It'll get better in a few minutes."

    Well, this is a lot easier than some of what I've put up
	with from customers. And after some more rubbing I sort of get
	used to it.

    Then I feel him moving his fingers in and out of my asshole,
	slowly. It doesn't hurt, in fact it's starting to feel a
	little sexy. Not as nice as having my pussy filled, but -- not
	bad at all.  It's getting pretty good, actually.

"I think you're ready, yes?"

    I don't quite trust myself to talk, so I just nod.

"Hold on, I'm going to have to stop rubbing for a
second."

    I feel his fingers pull out of my asshole, leaving behind an
	empty feeling I hadn't expected. Still feels a little like I
	need to go to the bathroom, but I ignore that.

"Now, just strain outward while I push."

    I feel his member pressing against my asshole, but I'm pretty
	sure I can take it, and anyway I'm feeling too excited and
	dreamy to care. I do what he says and feel this huge thing
	slide into me without pain. In fact, it fixes that empty
	feeling I had.

Aaah, that's _good_. Her ass is _tight_. "Now, you stand up again...
slowly... so we don't get disconnected."

    I stand up real slow but it's a little tricky -- and my legs
	are getting wobbly.

Now to get her relaxed so she can take all of me.  "You've been real good
about getting ready for this so you get a reward.  Wait just a couple of
seconds. You don't mind me reaching around you like this, do you?"

    He's found my button again! And this time he's rubbing right
	on it. That is so nice! I have to scream again.

"Like that?" I can't help it; sometimes I just have
to ask stupid questions.

    I try to answer but it comes out incoherent.

Well, I'll just keep her distracted with my finger while her ass adjusts
to my cock. She does sing nicely; I love a girl who sings for me. Now...

"Ready for the noose? Or do you want to leave instead? No? Remember, this
is your last chance. Once the noose goes on it doesn't come off until
you're dead."

    I manage to tell him OK. He holds the noose open in front of
	me and I bend my head for it. He slips the noose around my
	neck and I gasp. I can't help it. It's so scary.

    I gasp again as I feel the rope snug up into the soft hollow
	under my chin.

"Here, let me get this strap around your right wrist.  Now your left
wrist."

    He takes my hands and cuffs them to the belt. Now I'm
	helpless... my hands bound at my waist... a noose around my
	neck. Ready to hang, and nothing I can do about it.

I take up the slack and tie off the rope. Looks like she's having trouble
standing. "Here, just lean against me."

    Between fear and excitement my legs are almost ready to give
	way, but he helps me lean back against him -- which drives him
	deeper into my ass. But by now that isn't bothering me any more
	-- I'm more worried about my neck.

    He's still rubbing my button. Aaah! Aaah! Ooooooh!

Oh, she _is_ noisy. I like that.

    Ohhh... That was nice.

"All done? Can you stand up again? Good, now it's my turn." I start
moving slowly in and out of her ass. No hurry. Feels nice sliding in.
Slowly.  Whe feels _so_ nice, so   t i g h t.

    I'm getting used to feeling him moving inside my ass. Not a
	bad feeling, but odd. Maybe I could get to like this.

"You have a nice long neck, did you know that? I love necks. It's going
to be even longer in a few minutes, really lovely.

    He _had_ to remind me.

"Guess it's time now. Here, just a short step back."

    I feel him pulling me and follow him back, off the platform.
    My weight drives his member deeper into me.  I gasp in
	surprise...  just as the noose tightens around my neck...
	but I can only get a trickle of air.

"Look in the mirror.  See how the knot pushes your head over to one side.
How the rope bites into your neck?"

    Now this is _real_ helplessness.  I can't move my hands, I'm
    hanging, the noose tight around my neck, can't breathe, I
	fight to control my panic; I sure can't afford to start
	thrashing now, I'm getting too little air as it is.  I calm
	myself down and look in the mirror.  He's right, I do look
	sexy like that.

I thought sure she was going to start struggling as soon as she felt the
noose tighten; she sure has a lot of self-control.  But it won't be long
now...

I can wait.

    I can feel him way deep in me, even not moving.  Feels a
    little uncomfortable, but sexy too.  I must be really tight
    around him.  I bet he likes that a lot.

    But my neck...  The rope hurts, and I'm straining just to get
    a little air.  Not enough.  Not nearly enough.  But I feel the
    sexy feeling building in me...

She's starting to pant pretty loud, but she's moaning too.  Sounds like
she's still enjoying this.

    Please, I'm running out of air.  Get me out of this.

    Please.

    Let me breathe... got to find some floor...

Hah!    Now she's dancing for me.     Aaah.  Bouncing up and down and
around on my cock.  What a sensation.       Aaaaaaah.

    Arrgh! ... I'm strangling.  Please... Air...

    I'm kicking and straining like mad.  Buck, heave, get a little
    tiny breath.  Can't keep this up for long, I'm running out.  And
    every heave just pulls the rope tighter.

    But my movements are doing interesting things with his member in
    my ass.  If I can just last a little longer...

Oh this is good.  She's bouncing around like crazy now.  I want to last
a little longer if I can, but it's hard to hold back.

    Aah! I think I'm...  I'm... I'm coming! I'm...  Aaaaaaa

She's slowing down now.  Won't be long now.  Good thing, too, I'm about
ready to pop!

    Can't bounce up enough to get air now...  Too weak to fight
    any more...  Everything's fading...

    I'm done...  Noose too tight... can't breathe...  can't
	see... can't....

I look in the mirror and see her head tilted way to the side by the knot.
Her neck is about two inches longer now, what a beauty!

Oh god! I'm coming again....  I can't stand it any more. Aaaaaaaaaah!

Thrusting hard and fast in her ass, I need to come now.

Aaaaah! She's still got a little fight left in her.  Bet she's coming at
the same time as me.

    Master, I love you...

I grab a knife from my ankle sheath and cut her down.  Loosen the noose
around her neck.

Shit!  She's not breathing! Tilt the head back...

Hold her nose, four quick breaths into her mouth...

Oh, thank God! She's breathing again.

That was awfully close.

Still one thing left to do.  I pick her up and put her in the coffin I
bought her.  Straighten her legs.

I collapse into a chair to rest.  That was intense, but I'm worn out.

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

She's waking up.

    "Uhhh..."

    "wha..."

    "Oh... That was..."

    "That was the best."


"Yes, it was.  The sensations were incredible."

    "It felt so...  Like you were hanging me for real.  I could
    almost believe it.

"And then, waking up to find myself in a coffin...."

"I thought you'd appreciate that."

    "May I clean you off, Master?"

"Yes, bring a basin of warm water and a cloth."

    "Thank you, Master."






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If you like stories of this type, but didn't like this story, I'd like to
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But if you think stories about people getting strangled or hanged, even
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