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Keywords: strangulation, breath control, snuff, death, catfight
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Working Late at the Office (F/F, snuff, gasping) (REPOST)
Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 15:10:03 -0400
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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 contains descriptions of a woman being murdered:
strangled to death.  Non-consensual.

		    Working Late at the Office
			 by A. P. Damien

Ronnie and Jenna are working late on advertising campaigns.
Whichever one is selected by their boss will go on a trip to the
present it to the customer.  More than likely that will result in a
big contract for the company and a promotion for whoever came up with
the winning campaign.

It's nearly midnight when Ronnie can no longer ignore her full
bladder; she takes a quick trip to the ladies room.  While she's away,
Jenna sneaks over and messes up her presentation, putting in a bunch
of derogatory language, deleting whole pages, etc.  Ronnie has backups,
but most of this evening's work is trashed.  When she gets back and sees
the results, she goes over to Jenna's cubicle and slaps her face,
calling her a bitch.

Jenna calls Ronnie a bunch of names and scratches her face, then turns
back to her computer to continue working.  Enraged, Ronnie takes the cord
from Jenna's phone and wraps it around her neck, pulling it tight.
Jenna gets up and tries to fight, pulling at the cord and stomping
on Ronnie's foot, but Ronnie just screams and pulls harder.  Jenna
reaches back and grabs Ronnie's arms, trying to pull her hands back
together, but she just can't get enough leverage.  She tries to turn
around, but Ronnie forces her up against the desk, forcing what little
air was left in her lungs out past the cord.

"I'll just use the best parts of your campaign; I don't think you'll
mind because you won't be around to care."  Ronnie savors the raspy
snoring sound that Jenna makes whenever she tries to breathe.  She
can tell that Jenna isn't getting enough air, even with her throat
only partly closed off.  The snores are coming faster and faster as
Jenna's system reacts to her increasing blood Co2 by panting, and
her pulling on Ronnie's hands becomes more frantic.

"I'm going to enjoy killing you, you really deserve it," Ronnie growls.
"You were always sucking up to the boss or trying to sabotage other
people -- good workers -- instead of just producing better material
yourself.  But nobody could quite pin anything on you."

Ronnie slowly pulls the cord tighter.  "Until now, that is.  You went
too far this time.  I know there's nobody else in the office; even the
janitors have left for the day.  You've helped make this a suffocating
place to work in.  Now feel what it's like for the rest of us."  In
less than a minute, Jenna is reduced to clawing weakly at the cord
around her neck.  Her face is red and her eyes are glazing over.

Ronnie finds herself getting excited by the power she holds over
Jenna's breath and life, and decides to make it last a little
longer.  "Would you like to have _one_ more breath?" she asks,
then pauses as if listening for an answer.  "Yes, I bet you would.
OK, Honey, I'll give it to you, but just the one."  Ronnie relaxes
her grip on the cord for a second, and Jenna draws in a long gasping
breath without thinking about it.  Ronnie quickly winds the phone cord
around her hands for a better grip, then slams Jenna up against the
desk to drive the breath out again.

She quickly draws the cord back to its former tightness and wraps her
legs around Jenna's to help pin her to the desk.  Slowly the cord
is pulled tighter, as Jenna's face turns red again.  Ronnie enjoys
the feeling of Jenna's struggles to get loose, the body twisting
and turning between her legs as she she pulls harder and harder until
at last Jenna can't breathe at all.  She keeps pulling tighter on the
cord, admiring the way it bites deep into Jenna's neck and feeling
the thrill of knowing she is in control at last.  Jenna's life is
fading away in her hands, and she enjoys it.

Jenna's body heaves with the effort to draw in some air, she struggles
and fights for the air she can't have.  The strangling sensation in
her chest completely overpowers all other sensation and she claws
weakly at the cord around her throat.  Her body writhes desperately,
trying to find a position where she can breathe, but it does her no
good.  Ronnie enjoys the way Jenna's death struggles rub against her
crotch; she knows she will come, if only Jenna lasts long enough.

Jenna's struggles are rapdily getting weaker, and Ronnie no longer
needs the desk to help control her.  She turns until they are facing
the window.  With the office brightly lit and the moonless night
outside, the window functions as a mirror.  Ronnie can see Jenna's
face, now turning from red to purple.  Jenna's eyes are bulging;
her tongue protrudes from her slack mouth.  The cord is biting deep
into her throat and the skin above it is so darkened from pooled blood
that it's almost black.

Soon Jenna is too weak to struggle further, but the sight of her
face and throat are enough for Ronnie.  As Jenna starts to sag
between her hands, Ronnie finds herself in the throes of an extremely
powerful orgasm.  She involuntarily pulls the cord even tighter as
the sensations overtake her.  When she regains control, she finds
Jenna's lifeless body leaning against her, hanging limply from the
cord she's still pulling tight.

Ronnie disposes of the body in a dumpster that will be picked up by a
semi-automoted service next day, and returns to start putting her
campaign back in order.  Refreshed by her orgasmic experience, she
whistles happily to herself as she works.  She now has plenty of
energy to undo the damage Jenna did to her work, and can see exactly
how to incorporate the best parts of Jenna's campaign into hers to
form a seamless whole.


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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.

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