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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Phone Call (M/F, gasping, snuff overtones) (REPOST)
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Listen up!  Yes, I mean you!

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   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
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   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
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   Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story.  If you think it's badly
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   Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman being strangled
during sex and internal fantasies of her murder by hanging and by
strangling.  Consensual.

   PHONE CALL

   by A.  P.  Damien and Taxidermist

   with assistance from Ozymandius

   rewritten from a story by na204205@anon.penet.fi

   We faced each other in her bedroom.  We'd known something like this
might happen someday.

   "All right, you caught me," she began.  "I'm a double agent.  I've been
feeding you whatever mix of truth and lies the Foreign Office wanted you to
have, and telling them what lines of inquiry to pursue."

   After a pause, she went on, "So, what happens now?"

   "It...depends...  on what my superior wants me to do."

   She smiled coldly.  "The ambassador has all double agents terminated. 
Always." She looked right at me.  "She'll expect YOU to terminate me.  I
thought you'd realize that."

   I let what she said sink in, and did realize it.  I looked at her,
recalling the good times and why I had turned what was supposed to be a
purely business relationship into a personal one.  Her body was nearly
perfect.  Her legs were long and tapered, her waist trim without the
excessive anorexic look that was fashionable.  I remembered her conical
breasts, even though her gown concealed them at the moment.  Her hair was a
golden blonde, and her cherubic face had remained young through the eleven
years we'd been working together.  I'd always been excited by the way her
blue eyes looked at me.

   "You're right.  She'll leave it up to me." I leered evilly at her.

   She grinned back.  "I've been MORE than a contact for you.  If I'm going
to die by your hands, could I beg a last favor?  Could I suggest the
method? It's up to you, I know; I'm in your hands....  Please?"

   I wasn't sure I wanted to let her take control of the situation, but
she'd always been more adventurous than me, and I'd always enjoyed the
results.  Maybe this would work out to my advantage too.

   "Tell me what you have in mind, and I'll think about it," I growled.

   She paused, and licked her lips, then started explaining her idea.

   "I've often heard that men have an orgasm when they're hanged."

   "I've heard that too."

   "I've seen double agents from your side caught and hanged, and the way
they writhed on the noose made me tend to believe it."

   I found the images conjured up by this both disturbing and, somehow,
exciting.

   "I wonder if a woman can also experience this."

   I looked interested.  "I suppose she can."

   "And do you suppose it would work for a woman if she were strangled
instead of hanged?"

   "Well...  maybe..."

   She seemed to have trouble talking for a moment, as if her mouth had
gone dry.  She drank from the glass of wine in front of her and continued,
"What if she were having sex at the same time?"

   "I would guess so," I said, "You want to try that?

   "Yes.  If I have to die, I'd prefer that to anything else."

   She sat at the foot of the bed a few moments then slowly lay back.  "You
cared for me, maybe even loved me and I was deceiving you.  I bet now you'd
like to kill me...  slowly...  like that."

   "Yes," I said, breathing a little heavily, "with the velour belt from my
bathrobe.  Remember the time we played with that?  It'll feel nice... 
smooth and soft going around your neck; but once I start really pulling on
it it won't feel so soft."

   She was breathing hard.  "Oh...  If you do it slowly, you'd have time to
fuck me while I die.  You could pull gently on the belt and I'd struggle
for air while you enjoyed me.  Then you'd pull a little harder and make me
really feel it.  Then when you're almost ready to come you'd pull really
hard and cut off my breathing, and soon my heart would be racing, and my
eyes would start to dim..."

   "Yes.  You'll know you're dying, but not be able to do anything to save
yourself.  You'll feel me moving inside you as you're dying."

   She was panting.  "You'd enjoy my death struggles, while you come inside
me."

   I was breathing hard now, thinking about it.  I could imagine her
struggles as I pull harder and harder.  She'd get more and more frantic,
then weaker and weaker.  Then at last stillness and...  the end.  "Aha!" I
retained just enough sanity to spot the trap.  "I WOULD enjoy your 'death
struggles'; I'd get totally caught up in them.  Then you could escape or
even kill me while I'm distracted by my own pleasure."

   "I'll be a lot weaker by the time you're really 'distracted'.  And you
can make sure I won't escape; you've done it before, and we both enjoyed
it."

   "Yes, that's true," I said with a smile.  I got up and opened a drawer
and got out two pieces of rope, each tied to a single handcuff.  They were
next to a short crop I had used on her in the past.  I threw the cuffs to
her one at a time, and ordered her to attach her hands spreadeagle to the
headboard.

   Lying there with her arms spread like that she looked even more
beautiful.  She let herself be made helpless for me.

   We just looked at each other for awhile, not sure what to say or do
next. I wasn't sure how long I would have to wait or how it would turn out.
She seemed much more self-assured somehow, but not inclined to talk unless
I started the conversation.

   Suddenly the phone rang.  It had an old fashioned mechanical bell, and
its shrill ring startled me.  I looked around quickly; she jerked her head
up to look.

   I picked up the phone.  "Hello..." "Yes..." "I'll take care of it."
"Yes, of course." "Right away."

   I hung up the phone and turned to look at her; her expression was
intent, almost meditative, but I noticed that her color was heightened.

   "Your superior told you to kill me, didn't she?" she asked.

   "Yes...  I'm sorry."

   "Oh...  I'm not sure _I_ am." She looked at me.  "Please, do it like we
were just discussing."

   She was smiling now.  I couldn't understand how she could be so calm,
knowing what would happen to her.  She gave a quick jerk of her head, an
invitation I understood.  She licked her lips again, running her tongue
slowly from one corner to the other.

   I approached the bed and she opened her mouth wide for me.  I knew what
that meant.  I undid my pants as I got closer and slid them off when I
reached the bed.  I got on the bed straddling her head with my knees.

   "You'll kill me soon," she murmured, stretching her head out to take me
in her mouth.

   "Yes."

   She licked my cockhead slowly, then continued, "Kill me slowly...  while
you make love to me."

   "Yes!"

   She took me into her mouth, sliding her lips slowly onto my shaft, then
off again.  I was already excited; it was all I could do not to finish
right there, fucking her mouth until I came.  But I wanted more and pulled
out again.

   I noticed a faraway look in her eyes, so I shook her, hard, to call her
attention back.  "What are you thinking of?" I demanded.

   "Remember what I said earlier about watching other agents hanged?  I was
imagining it happening to me."

   "Really?" I said, trying hard to sound bored.  "Tell me about it.  Tell
me your fantasies, and maybe I'll let you off some of the other
punishments."

   "_What_ other punishments?  I thought you were just going to kill me."

   I looked at her sternly.  "I don't think death is enough punishment. 
You deserve more."

   She looked up at me; there was no fear in her deep blue eyes.  "So you
want to punish me?  ...  Make me suffer?  Killing me slowly for your
pleasure isn't enough?"

   "Those are my orders, and I'm going to _enjoy_ obeying them."

   "But..." she protested, then seemed to get smaller somehow.  "Very well,
I'll tell you my fantasies.  I throw myself on your mercy."

   I went back to the drawer and pulled the crop out.  "I'm waiting," I
said, slapping it against my other hand a few times, with a characteristic
"smack".

   She cringed slightly, but I noticed her color heighten and her nipples
start to erect.

   "I...  Your side isn't content with just having me killed slowly.  They
want to torture and humiliate me.  So you have guards forcing me to make
the long walk to your gallows in slow step, in this flimsy robe, with my
hands tied behind me.  You whip me at every step, and if I pause in my fear
you whip me harder."

   I swung it hard through the air, producing a whistling noise and a sharp
pop.  With her hands spread out by the restraints, her upper arms were
exposed, so I started using it on them.  Smack!  "Walk!" Crack!  "Move!"

   It didn't seem to faze her, she just smiled at me.

   I smacked the undersides of her breasts a few times, just hard enough to
redden the skin a little.  "Keep going!" Whack!  "Faster!"

   She panted harder, "Please...  No...  more..."

   I motioned for her to spread her legs, and I started whipping her inner
thighs, enough to leave little red marks.  Whisss...Pop!  "Again!"

   Without warning I reached up and flicked her left nipple with the lash,
then her right one, back and forth a few times.  "Move it!" Smack!  "Go!"
Each time produced a cry of pain, followed by a gasp of pleasure.

   She moaned aloud and arched her back.  "More..."

   She continued her fantasy, "As I get nearer, I can see you don't even
have a proper gallows with a trap door and drop to snap my neck.  Just a
little inverted tub for me to stand on.  I realize that you're going to
leave me to strangle slowly in the noose, and I freeze."

   I noticed that her legs were open even further and her pussy was
starting to glisten with wetness; I started whipping her thighs again,
yelling "move!" with each stroke, then flicked her pussy lips unexpectedly
to surprise her.  She screamed.  "Please...  no more..."

   "Then get up on that tub.  Get!"

   I gave a final flick to her clitoris, and she gave a wordless scream of
pain.

   I knew she was ready, and _I_ had been ready since before I started
whipping her.  I tore her gown off to look at her.  She was panting with
desire now, her body shiny with sweat, and her nipples were even harder
than my cock.

   "You're also going to be hanged naked, so the peanut gallery can see
your gorgeous breasts.  They'll see them heave and sway as you struggle in
the noose."

   I reached over to the open drawer and got out a sleep mask.  With her
hands bound it would stay on long enough.

   "No...  Please no..." she pleaded when she saw it, but I slipped it over
her eyes and tightened the straps.

   "It's traditional for prisoners to be hooded when they're hanged," I
told her, "this will do for my purposes,".  I grabbed my robe off the floor
and pulled the belt free.  I climbed over her legs and worked my way into
her, enjoying the sensation of her cunt starting to clasp me.  Then I
wrapped the belt twice around her neck but didn't pull on it yet.  "The
noose fits nicely around your neck.  Not too tight...yet."

   "You know that I love you, even when I did what I had to do," she
whispered.  "This won't stop me loving you.  I'll love you with my last
breath."

   "You may very well," I said with a wicked smile.  "And I'll love you as
I enjoy your final struggles."

   "Yes....  Please...."

   I pulled a little, tightening the belt around her throat until I could
hear a rasping noise in her breath.  "That's right dear...  stand on your
toes and try to breathe as I take the slack out of the rope." I started
moving in her, slowly, making it last so we could both enjoy it.

   I took one of her earlobes in my mouth and let it out slowly, running my
lips over it.  Then I nibbled gently on it, raking my teeth slowly down and
off the lobe.  She gave a raspy moan, so I blew on her ear and she gasped
at the sudden chill.  "please...." I kissed the other ear, then blew on it
too.  She moaned longer, the gasp barely interrupting it.

   She thrust her hips up to meet me.  "Yesss...  I'm ready.  If you're
going to hang me, do it now...  please..."

   I pulled harder on the belt, and heard her gasp for breath.  She was
incredibly tight.  I would've stayed like this...but then she rasped, "Do
it now!  Hang me!" I had been distracted and let the belt slacken slightly.
So I pulled harder again...  and I watched her chest begin to heave as she
struggled for breath.  She threw her head back to let me see the belt
digging into her neck.  I hadn't closed her throat completely yet, but she
was panting like she'd just sprinted a mile; she must be getting
lightheaded.

   Her panting was interrupted by moans of pleasure.  The sight of her
breasts heaving as she struggled to breathe and the crease the belt was
making in her neck made me even more excited.  I held her life in my hands,
and could snuff it out with a slight increase in the pull whenever I
wanted.

   Her moaning had a note of frustration now, faster and higher-pitched.  I
could feel her around me, hot and wet, as I moved slowly in and out of her.

   Soon my own pleasure was getting to me, and I started moaning too.  I
ducked my head down and bit her nipple sharply.  She rewarded me with a
sudden gasp of pleasure, so I did the same to the other nipple.

   She wrapped her legs tightly around me and urged me to a faster rhythm.
Her moaning was rising toward a scream; she caught my eye and gave a slight
nod.

   I pulled hard to cut off her scream, and thrust into her as she thrashed
wildly, her hips coming up to meet mine.  Her mouth fell open and she made
a slight rasping noise.

   Her back arched as she struggled for breath, but there was no breath for
her.  I resumed thrusting, hard and fast now, and she started coming.  Her
legs were flailing all over the place and her chest and back heaving in
convulsive struggles.  The feel of her body moving around me was almost
more than I could take by then.  She shuddered once and her vaginal muscles
contracted around me.  I tightened the belt around her neck, but I was
careful not to come too soon.  Her struggles were weakening, but she wasn't
unconscious yet.

   I held her against me as she shuddered, and at last I came, an
incredible sensation as I felt her orgasmic contractions around me.  She
shuddered a few seconds more, then fell back with a relaxed, peaceful
expression on her face.

   I let go of the belt, still enjoying the feel of her warm body around
me, and rolled us over to one side....

   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

   I grabbed a pocket mirror from the bedside stand and checked to see if
she was breathing.  I checked to make sure the belt was loose, then rested
for a couple of minutes, still inside her.  When my erection had shrunk so
I could no longer stay inside her, I got up and untied the handcuffs.  She
gave a groan and started to wake up while I was still taking the cuffs off
her hands.

   "Ohhh," she rasped as she rubbed her throat, "that hurts.  I'm gonna
have a sore throat for days."

   I was a little nervous; we'd never gone this far before.  I had to ask
her, "Did you like it?"

   She grinned and looked into my eyes for several seconds before she
answered, "It was wonderful.  Negotiating the scene in character like that
really worked for me.  I could almost make myself believe you were going to
kill me."

   "I liked it too.  We'll have to try it more often.  But are you sure you
want me to take it this far?  I was really worried about you."

   "Tell you what, we'll save _that_ for special occasions.  Maybe next
anniversary."

   There was one more thing bothering me.  "But how did you get somebody to
phone at the right time?  We had all that negotiating to do, then it was
only a minute or so before the phone rang and somebody told me to finish
you."

   Her hand reached under the pillow and came up with the slimline
cellphone from my briefcase.  "I arranged with my friend Marta yesterday --
she's a pro domme -- for her to call you two minutes after her phone rang
with a caller-id from your cellphone.  And I had the number preset, so it
was no trouble to press the speed-dial switch while I was handcuffing
myself to the bed.  Then Marta called you and went over the scene with you,
and you did the rest."

   "Great idea.  You're resourceful, beautiful, and wonderful in bed.  I
love you."

   "Love you, too."

   I leaned over and gave her a soft hug and a kiss.

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

   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.

   And by the way, if you happen to be the author of the original version
of this story, I'd _really_ like to hear from you.

   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?  

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