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Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, snuff
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Hearts (M/F, hanging, snuff, SC)
Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 23:10:02 -0400
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This story was written by Darlene.  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: A woman hangs to buy a heart for her sister, and finds it
surprisingly erotic.
M/F, hanging, semi-consensual, snuff.

				    Hearts
				  by Darlene


Copyright by the author. Fell free to download this story, but do not
charge for its use.

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I introduce myself to you at a café where you are eating lunch alone. I 
tell you about my young sister who is in need of a heart transplant. 
She is so low on the donor list that she will never get one.

I know you have the connections and power to get her that heart. I 
explain I will do anything if you'll help my sister. You tell me, a 
little reluctantly, you've always wanted to hang a woman. You tell me 
you find me attractive, in fact you like me, but that's the price I 
will have to pay. I agree. I have no real choice. I'll give you what 
you want.

We meet at your house tonight. I am fearful and sad, but you comfort 
me. You are very sympathetic, almost loving. You take your time with 
me, hold me and kiss me. I feel a little better, and I'm grateful.

Eventually you give me a blue tee shirt and white ankle socks. I 
exchange them for the clothes I've worn. I am shy and embarrassed to be 
nude below the waist. I secretly hope you like the way I have trimmed 
my pubic hairs into the shape of a heart. I did it this afternoon, 
guessing you might want me to undress. A reminder of what you've 
promised for my sister.

You lead me to the room where you have prepared the noose. It's a 
brilliant white and intertwined with tiny flowers. You hold me and 
stroke my cheek, telling me how much you appreciate me. More than any 
other woman you've known. You push me to my knees. I know what you 
need. 

I open your pants, release your penis, and take it in my mouth. I do my 
best to pleasure you, but stop before you come. I know you want to save 
that for my hanging. I look up, and you tell me it's time.

You have decided not to bind my hands behind my back, you say. You 
trust me not to reach up and hold onto the rope. I couldn't do that for 
long anyway, you tell me. And you want to see the movement of my arms.

You help me step up onto the bench beneath the noose. I notice it's a 
very pretty little bench, with just enough room for my feet. There's a 
mirror on the wall. I can see myself. I'm crying a little. I try to be 
brave for you, yet it's hard to hide my fear.

You place the noose around my neck, tighten and adjust the rope. The 
noose is very soft, not rough like I'd expected. My reflection in the 
mirror shows beads of sweat on my brow. You put two fingers in my pussy 
and slowly work me almost to a climax. This helps me. I'm still 
terrified, but manage to give you a small smile. I hope to climax 
before I strangle to death. 

Standing back a little, you thank me again and ask if I'm ready. I'm 
breathing very fast, almost gasping, but as you remove your pants I say 
yes. You ask me to step off the bench myself. I do, and the rope 
suddenly jerks my neck. I see my arms wave before me. I'm tempted to 
grab for the rope. I have to will myself not to.

You've been careful to tie the noose so that I will take a long time 
dying. You told me it would give you more pleasure, and you knew I'd 
want every second I could add to my life.

You watch me closely as I'm hanging, imaging what I must feel. The rope 
squeezes amazingly hard. What was so soft before is like an edge 
digging into my neck, trying to find my windpipe. Minutes pass as I 
dangle, my face turning red, choking sounds coming from my throat.

Occasionally I look down at the white socks on my feet. Sometimes I 
look in the mirror. Part of me hates what's there, another part finds 
it exciting. Seeing the beautiful noose that will kill me is strangely 
erotic. I glance at the little heart between my legs as I feel it near 
explosion. When I finally come, you don't recognize it. It seems just 
like my struggle for air.

It felt so good to come, but the noose is now so tight . I can't 
breathe at all. My arms rise to my neck, my hands touch the noose. I 
don't have the strength to move it. My chest hurts. I know my end is 
near.

I sense I'm almost gone, my vision growing cloudy. I see your come 
spurt from your penis. I'm glad you've climaxed too, though I feel a 
terrible sadness. You say goodbye hoarsely. I cannot speak, but I can 
hear you. I say goodbye in my mind, and the darkness falls like a shade.



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Did you like this story?  Why not
<A HREF="mailto:Darlene29x@hotmail.com?subject=Ambivalent">
write Darlene</A>?  Remember, feedback from the readers is the
only "payment" the author gets.

You can find more at
	http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/entry.ssi


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 (a handle, not a name)

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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