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Keywords: hanging, snuff, death
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Violent Dreams #3 (M/F, Fm, hanging, snuff) (REPOST)
Date: Thu,  6 Jun 2002 18:10:02 -0400
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This story was written by Ed.  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: This story includes descriptions of a woman being strangled during
sex, a blowjob, and a woman and a man being executed by hanging.
Lethal, semi-consensual.

			Violent Dreams #3
			   by Ed

these come from my actual dreams

no admittance under 18.

I'm in a big victorian bed, feather quilt, ornate dark-oak headboard.  I'm
not sure how I got there, but it feels not unlike a dracula movie- dark
and stormy night, I'm an unwitting traveller.  A painfully skinny young
woman is aproaching me, wearing bed clothes, pale off-white linen shift,
mop-cap covering dirty blonde hair, cropped short.  Her eyes are sunken
into her head, her mouth seems always ready to leap into a wide, evil,
toothy grin.  In my dream I think she's lovely.  She's telling me how it
lubricates her labia to play sex-games where she is tied up.  I'm
listening avidly.  She says, tomorrow, she wants to play her favorite
game.  "I want you to 'ang me!"  and for the first time I realize she's
british, cockney at that.  She's rubbing my thighs as she describes ropes
and knots, trapdoors, spactators licking their lips.  Her eyes glisten.
She reaches in my pants and starts to illustrate her hanging on my dick.
She pulls on it to lengthen it, and it works.  She circles the base with
her fist and tells me I'll tie her feet, and she'll stand at attention
like a soldier.  She draws a circle around the head of my cock with one
finger and describes the noose.  Then all at once I've torn off her shift.
 She is quite bony, her ribs sticking out.  I want her.  Her breasts are
the size of oranges and the nipples are a sudden, suprizing darkness,
cone-shaped and almost hardened.

now she's naked, on top of me, facing up, grinding her ass into my lower
abdomen, taking my dick/victim and suffocating it in her cunt. I'm
touching her back and her skin, like a smoker's, has a slight looseness,
hanging to her body like an animal's hide.  The flesh is smooth, luscious,
soapy.  Knowing how she'll want me to, I grab her neck from behind while
she rides me, holding her firmly, throttling her.  Her whole body shivers
violently, and though it would look like she were trying to escape, she's
forcing her neck toward and into my grasp, as she rolls her pelvis, trying
to swallow more penis than there is.  I palpably feel her LOVE, her
ADORATION of strangulation, and she adores ME, glowing in the light of her
torturer.

She's mounting the gallows now.  I guess it's the next day.  There's a
military snare drum playing a death march.  She marches with a playful
seriousness, smirking at the rigidness of her own gait, a little Napoleon.
 We are watched by teeming, naked youth, sitting on their haunches, all
with grins like hers, but even more wild.  Slowly I do what she's told me
to do:
When she's in position over the trap door, I remove her shift.
I bind her ankles with a cruel, stout cord.
Likewise her hands, behind her.
She stands at attention, a look on her face aping "a far, far better thing
I do..."
I blindfold her with a thin strip of white cloth.
A noose drops from out of nowhere, and I adjust it about her delicate
little neck.
I notice that her hips have begun to rock  --  she is masterbating, [!!]
by contracting and releasing her thighs.  I get hard watching her love
affair with death.  I grasp her curving, bony hips, just watching her firm
young belly tighten with each stroke of her thighs.
I bend down to bite a nipple, and I stroke her wet little clit.  I push
two fingers up that tight cunt.  I kiss her lips.  She whispers in my ear,
"now, DO me!"  I pull away from her and with a hand still wet from her
juices, I shift the heavy wooden lever, and watch this girl crash down
through the trap door, bouncing as her neck cracks,  smiling evilly,
spasming in death and orgasm, as perhaps she does every dawn.

	---------------------------------------------------------

I wake, or so I think, and I'm standing naked and shivering,  there's a
gunny sack over my head.  I can feel the coarse, stiff hempen rope dragged
over my head, tightened, closed about my unprotected neck.  Closed, with
no hope of opening!!  My frightened penis leaps to hardness.  I can feel a
woman's lips on my belly, hear her giggle.  Some evil, lascivious harlot
wants to get off on my humiliation and execution.  I wonder, in my darting
brain, if it's the same girl.  She wraps her mouth around my fear-induced
erection.  I struggle at my bonds, but my hands are lashed behind my back,
and my ankles are bound.  Another tramp is rubbing her naked breasts
against my back, and with her hands [I assume they're hers] she's toying
with my chest.  My heart is racing.  They have me and there is nothing I
can do.  Perhaps they [the authorities, whoever they are, who've deemed me
worthy of hanging?] will wait, in their deviant way, for my orgasm.  A
flash of hope: what if I don't come?

....But the one girl is sucking harder, and tugging violently on my cock
with one hand, and snaking a finger into my anus, while the other girl is
tonguing my ear.  The sex/death connection is too strong for me, and I
cum, hard, and as I'm spurting I feel the girls pull away, I hear the
trapdoor,  I feel that dizzying nothingness under my feet, as if I were
afraid to fall.  I drop slowly, helplesssy, then the powerful noose snaps
my head forw--

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A. P. Damien
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