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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: A Hell of an Evening Out (M/F, gasping, snuff overtones) (REPOST)
Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2003 13:10:05 -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 _fiction_!  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.
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Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman being choked while
necking, a hand job, and an internal fantasy of her rape and murder by
strangling.  Non-lethal, consensual.


				DISCLAIMER

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals, living or 
dead, is entirely coincidental.

				WARNING

We wrote this story for the erotic enjoyment of open-minded adults who
might enjoy reading it.  If you are under the age of 18, don't read
this -- read some less explicit story.

This story contains extremely strong hardcore stuff, including
graphic depictions of sex and murder.  Don't read any further if this
bothers you.

This story does not represent any desire on our part to do any of the
illegal acts we described.  We just like to write and read about such
things.

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

				 WARNING!

Don't try this at home.  And if you _think_ you'd like to experiment
with asphyxia as a sex aid, at least read the soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm
FAQ first!!!

DO NOT, DO NOT try this kind of activity by yourself!!  About 200 people
DIE in America each year doing this sort of thing -- people who had no
idea of how dangerous this activity is, and who had no intention of
dying.  People who took very careful precautions, but died regardless.

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This story is copyright 1995 by A. P. Damien and Ozymandius.
You may distribute or copy this story through the usual usenet channels.
You may make electronic or paper copies of this story,
subject to the following two requirements:

1. You preserve the entire file, including disclaimer, warning,
   and copyright notice, intact.

2. You don't charge a fee in any form for making or distributing copies.
   If you make money off this, we want a cut!


		    Mf/Cons/Snuff overtones

Note: Flames cheerfully ignored.  Other stories about breath
control/asphyxia wanted.




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		     A Hell of an Evening Out

		 By A. P. Damien and Ozymandius

CLICK

"OK, go ahead."

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

It's been a nice evening.  Pizza and beer for dinner, dancing at an
offbeat place I know about.

	She sure is a sexy dancer, and she'd grab me and start
	necking every time we got off the dance floor and into
	an out of the way corner.

Lots of time to talk, kiss, and look into each others eyes; a little
light necking when we thought nobody was looking.

	Not that I have any objections, you understand; she's also
	a great necker.

	Then we got caught in traffic on the way over here;
	there was a truck accident of some kind on the
	freeway...

....and we got stuck in a solid, unmoving jam for 20 minutes.  Other
people may have gotten hot under the collar, but we found a way to
pass the time.  Come to think of it, we got hot, too.

	But then the traffic started moving again and I had to
	pay attention to my driving; it seemed to take forever
	to get here.

By the time we get here the beer has worn off, but I'm intoxicated with
his clean, male scent and the feel of his warm body in my arms and his
hands on my back, neck, face and shoulders.  Now its time for some
serious necking...

	...out here with nobody else around.  I guess the necking
	we did on the freeway was good for something besides
	passing the time; she practically jumps into my arms as
	soon as I turn off the engine.  I barely have time to
	slide out from behind the wheel.

	I'm almost as hot as she is; my hands roam all over her
	upper body, caressing her face and neck and hugging her
	tightly to me.  She feels great to press up against, soft
	in all the right places; she smells real sexy too.

It's hard to see him in the moonlight, but I remember how he looked
when we were dancing.  I know I'm beautiful too.

He kisses me long and deep, his tongue plunging into my throat as I
moan heavily.  I press my tongue against his, feeling its wet warmth
in my mouth and then pushing my tongue into his mouth so he moans too.

	Soon she's breathing even faster than I am.  I break the
	kiss and turn her head so I can nibble gently on her
	earlobe.

He breathes warmly onto my ear for a few seconds, then takes my
earlobe between his teeth.  I sigh, and he nibbles it gently, then
harder until it's almost painful.  I moan louder.

	I reach down and pull the release lever for her seat --
	she always has trouble with that -- and she reclines her
	seat almost all the way back.

I stretch my hands way over my head and he ties them together, then
over the back of the seat and down to the frame below.

	I like her helpless, at my mercy; it gets me really
	excited.

It makes me feel helpless, shivery, weak, excited, and this isn't the
first time.  The things he does to me are scary, but they turn me on.
No, they turn me on _because_ they're scary.

	I leave her earlobe so I can plant a long warm kiss in
	the hollow of her neck.  Just thinking about her neck
	makes me hot, and looking at it and kissing it is just...
	so ...  right now.

He presses his warm lips against the hollow of my neck and I get so
excited I feel weak and shivery.  My nostrils are again full of his
scent, and I'm sure he's just  ...

	She smells great, and I can see her nipples erect under
	her thin blouse

....as intoxicated by the perfume I bought last week.  I can feel my
nipples pressing against the fabric of my blouse, and I'm sure he knows
they're erect by now.

"I'm ready," I whisper.

He pulls back, takes another piece of rope out of his pocket and loops
it around my neck.

	I wrap it twice around her neck and tie an overhand knot
	at the back of her neck, leaving the ends dangling loose
	over her shoulders.  This has become part of our ritual,
	I choke her slowly while we kiss...

....It makes us both so excited we can hardly stand it.

	I grab her and kiss her again, and again our tongues
	fight in her mouth.  I keep this up until she's panting
	good and hard and really needs her breath.

and soon we're panting like we've been running a race.  And now, when
I'm breathing hard like this...

	I wrap the ends of the rope around my hands for a good
	grip and slowly pull them apart.

I tense up as the rope starts to tighten around my neck; this is scary
even though I enjoy it.

	So I start kissing her again; I bite her lower lip gently,
	then push my tongue into her mouth.

I relax a little as the context changes from danger to sex; the rope
starts to cut off my air...

	...and the sound of her breath rasping in her throat makes
	me even hornier.

	But there's something I've been wondering about.  I've
	been nerving myself up to ask her about this, and I
	finally decide there's no time like the present.  I break
	off the kiss and ease up on the rope so she can talk.

"Something wrong?" I ask.  I'm surprised because our usual ritual is
to kiss like this for several minutes until I'm weak and almost
unbearably excited.

	"No," I answer, "I was just wondering why you go for this.
	_I_ get turned on by your struggling to breathe and by the
	sight of the rope biting into your neck.  But what do you
	get out of it?"

I have to pause a moment; I never really put it into words.  Slowly,
thinking it out as I go along, I tell him, "Well, it's partly the
danger...  I've always been excited by... taking chances... When we do
this I'm... trusting you with my breath... with my life.  Sometimes...
I fantasize about... if you got angry because I won't have sex with you."

	I can still see the rope biting into her neck, and her
	voice is harsh and raspy, not her usual melodious alto.

	"I'd like to hear about your fantasy," I say.  This is
	starting to sound exciting.

Even in the moonlight I can see that his eyes are gleaming with
excitement.

"Well... alright but keep in mind that it's _just_ a fantasy.  I figure
we've been almost-lovers for long enough I can trust you with this. 
Anyway, here's what I think about sometimes:

"We start out as usual, kissing while you strangle me oh, so slowly,
with that rope; not too much at first but you slowly pull harder and I
have to work more to breathe.  We keep kissing like that until I'm
almost too excited to take it anymore, then I pull back.  As always, you
push my limits and keep the rope tight around my neck.  I'm used to that,
you usually watch the rope bite into my neck while you jack off.

"I always worry about that part, that you'll get so involved with your
own pleasure that you'll pull too hard or too long.  It's scary, and
that makes me even more excited, and I usually come about the same time
you do.

"But in my fantasy it's not an accident.  I imagine you resentful
because I go out with you two or three times a week, but won't have
sex with you, won't go down on you, won't even give you a hand job.
I think about your frustration making you forget the good part, that
you can find other girls for sex but not for this ropeplay, not very
many.  Most girls would be gone like a shot if you even suggested it.

"So you've been building up this anger against me, and when I break
off the kiss you slowly pull the rope a little tighter; I go from
rasping to snoring.  That makes me more afraid, and I struggle to get
my hands loose.  I pull against the ropes, trying to slip my wrists
out of them; I jerk as hard as I can to try to break them but they're
way too strong."

	As she tells this fantasy, I slowly pull the rope tighter,
	so she has to struggle for each breath and I can hear it
	rasp in her throat.  I kiss her again, hard and deep.

	"Go on," I murmur, more excited than ever.

I ask you what's going on, but it's just a whisper, I can't get
anything more out past the rope around my neck.

	"And I don't answer, I just pull the rope a little
	tighter."

	I nip her ear again.

I close my eyes to see it better before I go on, "You look keenly at
my neck where the rope is wrapped around it.  It's biting deeper than
ever before and you can see the blood pooling in my neck and my mouth
open wide, gasping for air.  You watch as my chest heaves, trying vainly
to get more air, and the sight makes you harder.  Your penis throbs and
jumps with excitement.  And once you have me helpless like this, there's
nothing to stop you from enjoying my body."

	"Yes..."  I hiss tensely, "I tear open your shirt and
	start kissing your nipples, licking and sucking them."

"You never release your grip on the rope."

	"No... in fact I pull it tighter, but slowly...  I don't
	want you to die too fast."

"You plant kisses on the sensitive undersides of my breasts and the
skin between them.  I realize there's no way I can stop you, and try
even harder to get my hands free so I can push you away."

	"I rip your panties off -- I could easily do it right
	now -- and open my jeans to free my aroused cock."

"You feel my pussy lips and find them already swollen.  Your probing
finger finds my button and, in spite of my fear, I jump with the
pleasure of it.  You can feel that I'm already wet, so you push your
way into my virgin slit."

	"You try to scream, but can only manage a groaning gurgle.
	I push my way in slowly, feeling your body jerk as you
	struggle against me.  You thrash your head around, trying
	to jerk the rope out of my hand."

"You watch as I struggle for air, gasping like a fish out of water,
but no air comes with the rope tight like that.  My head starts to
thrash around as I fight for breath, then my whole body starts thrashing
as I struggle harder and harder..."

	"...And I pull the rope even harder, thrusting slowly in
	and out of your body and feeling it struggle around me.
	I ease all the way in and hold still with my hips pressed
	against yours; I don't want to come too soon."

"My eyes stare in horror as I start to really believe that you're
going to kill me.  I struggle harder, my chest heaving and my body
jerking around as I try to pull air in or get my hands free."

	"Your thrashing body is all the movement I need, so I
	keep my own hips still and enjoy the sensation of your
	struggle for air.  Your eyes bulge and your tongue
	protrudes as your body tries to pull air into your lungs
	and push blood up to your brain, but by now the rope is
	way too tight for that."

"In only a couple of minutes my vision blurs and my head pounds, I hear
a roaring sound as my struggles get weaker and weaker.  Just as my
world goes away I start coming; I just can't help it, the fear and the
sex make me so excited.  You resume thrusting as you feel my struggles
weaken.  Finally my body starts convulsing again and you know I'm
dying."

	I've been _slowly_ pulling the rope tighter as she tells
	me this story...

....and my voice is now only a whisper.

	I lean closer to hear the last few sentences and...

I suddenly nibble on his ear. 

	I jump and pull the rope tighter, then remember and
	loosen up and continue the fantasy.  "I thrust harder and
	faster and manage to come just before your last
	convulsions stop.  It's the greatest come I've ever had.
	I collapse on top of your still-warm body, drinking in
	the sightless stare in your eyes."

"You hold on for another minute or so to make sure, then you clean yourself
and the car up.  You've been forgetting all about the murder charges
when the police find out, so you hurriedly find a place to bury my body.
You hope it won't be found until it can't be identified, because
people know we've been going together."

He leans over and kisses me again and we resume our normal pattern,
but I can't keep it up for long; I'm already nearly gasping for every
breath.  In less than a minute I'm panting as hard as I can just to
keep up with my need for air, so I break off the kiss and pull away to
let him look at my neck with the rope biting into it while he
masturbates.

But instead, he looks at me with an evil grin.

	She's expecting me to stop and jack off at this point,
	but...

....He decides to give me a thrill...

	...but think she'll enjoy it once she figures out I don't
	really mean it.

	"Thanks for the suggestion," I grin evilly at her, as I
	pull the rope tighter around her neck.  She starts to
	struggle...

.... but I'm already gasping for breath.  I start to panic, afraid that
he's going to kill me for real...

	I watch entranced as her neck turns red below the rope
	and she pants harder.

....But I'm also incredibly excited by the danger and fear.

	She struggles against the bonds, and I can see her chest
	muscles working; her mouth opens wide and her nostrils
	flare as she gasps for air...

.... but I only get a little bit.  It's better than nothing, but it's
not nearly enough.

	I continue slowly pulling the rope tighter, and watch as...

....I twist and struggle to get my hands free or at least get a little
more air, but I get less and less all the time.

	I watch her breasts heave as her body struggles for air.
	She jerks her hands hard against the rope, but it's much
	too strong for her and I tied it good and tight.  She
	brings her head up toward me, then pulls away suddenly,
	trying to jerk the rope out of my hand, but I'm holding
	on too tightly.

I know there's no use struggling, that I'm completely at his mercy and
he'll kill me if he wants to, that I'm just wasting what little air I
have.  But my body betrays me and keeps struggling; I can hear my feet
kicking against the dashboard and feel my heart racing in fear.  My body
thrashes all over the seat and my chest heaves in a desperate attempt to
pull in some air.

	I pull the rope tighter yet, enjoying the sight of her
	body twisting and jerking in the seat, her feet kicking
	spasmodically against the dashboard and floorboards,
	producing an irregular drumming sound.  She can struggle
	all she wants, it won't do any good; she doesn't get to
	breathe again until _I_ decide to let her.  I get
	incredibly turned on looking at the rope biting deeply
	into her neck.

	She's looking at me with fear in her eyes, but I can see
	excitement in them, too.  Her body is thrashing all over
	the seat, and her back is arched, pushing her breasts way
	forward; it looks incredibly sexy.

I can hear my pulse loud in my ears.  Then there's a break in the sound
and my fear turns to utter terror as I realize what it means: my heart
has skipped a beat.  There's another skipped beat, then another.  I
can't last much longer like this.

	Her face is nearly purple from the backed-up blood, her
	eyes are almost sightless and starting to bulge, her
	tongue starts to protrude and her struggles start to slow
	down.

I see spots in front of me, even though it's really too dim to see much,
then everything starts to get red.

	It's time to let go now.

I'm nearly out of it when he suddenly loosens the rope and kisses me
passionately.  I try to summon the strength to return the kiss with the
excitement I feel, but I'm too weak.  As my surroundings become real
again I notice that...

	...I unzip my jeans and start jacking off.  I start
	slowly, watching her pant, her face still purple from when
	I choked her, but I gradually speed up.  I'm nearly at the
	stage where I _have_ to come when...

"Gnggg..." (my throat's really sore)

"Stop for a moment and untie my hands." I'm so excited I'm having
trouble breathing again.

	I'm a little annoyed by this interruption, but I'm also
	worried; she still seems to have a little trouble
	breathing.  So I stop and untie her hands.  She takes a
	few deep breaths, then surprises the hell out of me.

I spit onto my hand and grab his penis.  I'm soooo excited I just have
to do _something_.

	It feels warm and wet, much better than my own dry hand.

"Pull a little so you can see the rope bite," I tell him as I stroke
him slowly up and down.

	I pull just until I can see the rope dig in.  Her hand
	speeds up as I get more excited; now it's me who's having
	trouble breathing.  Her hand seems to get frantic,

"Pull harder!" I'm so frustrated I almost scream, "Make me work for
every breath."  I'm moving my hand up and down as fast as I can.

	I pull more, and hear her breath rasp in her throat...

....and my muscles heave, but now I can get enough air as long as I
breathe hard enough and remember to take long, slow breaths.

	The effect is really erotic, especially with her erect
	nipples poking into her thin blouse.  I watch the rope
	digging into her neck as her hand strokes faster and
	faster.  After a dizzying few moments of excitement I
	come, screaming with pleasure and spasming repeatedly;
	I'm nearly whited out with the pleasure of it.

	When I notice her again I see...

....I reach down with my other hand and finger myself; I'm so excited I
come in only a few seconds.  Usually I manage to keep silent or just
moan a little, but this is just too good for that;

	I hear her scream my name as I loosen the rope around her
	neck.




I think that's what got me thinking about maybe starting a relationship
with him instead of just casual dating.  I really enjoyed that aspect of
our necking.  Where would I find someone else I could trust to go as far
as I needed any given time yet not lose control and kill me or something.
And, as on that date, he always seemed to know when to push my limits
and when to back off.

	I just somehow sensed it was what you needed.  And if
	that's what led you to shack up with me, I'm really glad
	I pushed you that time.

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CLICK

"Thank you, Paul and Susan, for cooperating with our survey on how
bondage brought couples together.  I'm pleased you were willing to share
such a sensitive story with our research team.

"Rest assured that what you've told us will remain confidential and this
tape will be burned as soon as it's transcribed.  The transcription will
omit all names and details that could identify you."

	"You're quite welcome, Professor.  It was our pleasure."

"Yes, Professor.  Telling it was almost like experiencing it again.
In fact, I can hardly wait to get home with Paul!"

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Remember, feedback from the readers is the only "payment" the author gets.

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 (a handle, not a name)

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