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Keywords:  hanging, strangulation, breath control, ritual
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: The Grove 2 (M solo, hanging, snuff, cons) (REPOST)
Date: Fri,  9 Aug 2002 19:10:02 -0400
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This story was written by Johnny.  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 man being murdered(?) by
hanging in a pagan ritual.  He enjoys the experience.  Consensual.


				The Grove 2
			    By Johnny and Matthew
		     Johnny: johnny_ffff@yahoo.com

        I would be led out into the warm moonlit night by a group of
people, men and women. They would be excited and expectant. My clothes
would be stripped from me by the gentle firm hands of those about me,
the celebrants of this ancient rite. My hands would be pulled behind
me and tied securely together. As we enter the sacred grove, I am led to
to stand under the thick branches of a huge oak. A thick soft rope is
passed over a low branch and fashioned into a noose. I bow my head and
submit as it is slipped over my head and tightened around my neck. Then
my captors lead me to stand upon a section of log. When I am atop it,
the rope is passed over the limb, the slack taken out, and the rope
made fast. I shiver,waiting. The other celebrants come forward and
press against me, stroking me with their fingertips, kissing me all
over, teasing me into arousal. The priestess intones the sacred words
of the story, and at the high point of the ritual, the worshippers
step back a step and leave me shivering in the night's gentle breeze.
I feel firm hands steady in the small of my back, while someone stoops
down and rolls away the log upon which I stand. I slip off and am hung!
I swing back and forth a little, toes pointed down, unable to reach the
ground. The rope pulls tight about my neck, choking off my breath, and
making my blood pound. I struggle helplessly, tugging at the bonds
that restrain my arms. My cock surges up and waves about with my 
increasingly frantic struggles. My desperate kicking only draws the
noose tighter. The throbbing of my cock becomes stronger, the tingling
in my ass increases. I thrust my hips forward and up and release my
seed. It sprays up and arches out, landing on the dry soil. Again I spurt,
spraying my chest and belly. My spasms become weaker, and my seed runs
slowly down the shaft of my cock, to drip upon the dust beneath me.
Now that I have given myself in this explosive sacrifice, I am swept
into a roaring unconsciousness and know no more.

     The village is silent as I step out of my little cottage,
carefully closing the door behind me. Everyone is asleep. The
full moon shines brightly in the western sky, and I can clearly
see the trees of the sacred grove, about a mile away. I hesitate
for a moment, but then my curiosity overcomes my fear, and I
begin walking towards the grove. In a little while I reach the
great oak tree, the centre of our village's religious life. The
moonlight streams into the deserted clearing around the tree,
illuminating the naked body that hangs beneath it.
     As I stand beside the massive trunk, I think back to the
ritual I witnessed for the first time, just a few hours before.
It had gone very well. The victim had given seed twice, and very
powerfully, too; if the gods accepted the offering, the crops
would be good this year. I stand there for some time, watching
the hanging body as it twists slowly back and forth in the cold
breeze. I see the wide-open eyes staring sightlessly into the
distance; the swollen tongue protruding from the gaping mouth;
the erection pointing upwards towards the cloudless sky.
     What did he see through those bulging eyes, I wonder, as he
was jumping and kicking at the end of the rope in those final
moments? A paradise opening to receive him? A yawning black chasm
waiting to engulf him? Or merely the ring of people standing
around him in their dark robes, looking up at him with their
pitiless eyes? I look at the naked buttocks, remembering the
powerful, rhythmic spasms they had made during the ejaculations.
Was he already dead when the seed was given? Or had his death
agony been swept away by the ecstacy of those final, incredible
orgasms?
     As though in a dream, I slowly step forward towards the
corpse. Its legs are stiff, and the flesh of the buttocks rigid
and cold to the touch. The erection is as hard as it ever was in
life, its shaft still wet with seed. Then the spell is broken,
and I step back quickly...

Putting my guilty hands under my cloak, I turn and walk away.
As I am about to leave the clearing, I stop and look back. The
body has ceased its slow rotations, and the sightless eyes are
staring directly at me. Is this a sign? A year from now, for the
first time, my own name will be placed in the urn from which the
name of the victim is drawn. Am I seeing my own fate reflected in
that sightless stare? I shudder at the thought, and quickly walk
away, back towards the village.
     Soon, as the dawn is breaking, the women will come. They
will take the body down, untying the hands and closing the
bulging eyes as best they can. Then they will bear it in their
gentle hands to the sacred spring nearby. There, the body will be
carefully washed, and wrapped in a white linen shroud. Finally,
it will be placed in the grave already prepared amongst the
ancient trees of our sacred grove.



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Did you like this story?  You can find more at
	http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/entry.ssi

The author would also like to hear about it.  You can write me and
I'll pass it on to the author.  Remember, feedback from the readers
is the only "payment" the author gets.

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. Damien
Replies directly to this address will NOT be anonymized.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
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