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Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, snuff
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA story: Uwe and the River (M/F, mast, suffocation, cons) 
Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2002 17:10:03 -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
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   Summary: He covers her mouth with tape, then pinches her nose shut while
he masturbates her, and again while she masturbates him.  Another woman
watches, possibly to be drowned later...  M/F, mast, suffocation,
consensual, non-lethal.

   Uwe and the River

   by Darlene

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

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

   Uwe sent me a letter this time.  He invited me to a place by the river,
on Friday morning, where no one would see us.  He said I didn't have to
come, but if I did I must prepare exactly as he instructed.

   His directions were very precise.  I was to drive to the river.  When I
arrived, I was to be wearing a black leather jacket, unzipped, with my
breasts exposed.  Comfortable shoes, and a bandana tied around my head. 
Nothing else.

   I was to arrive at ten A.M., not a minute before, not a minute after.  I
was to bring his letter with me, in the pocket of the jacket.  And I was to
remove anything from my apartment that might be evidence I knew him.  The
letter closed by repeating I did not have to come, it was my decision.

   Uwe's letter scared me a little, especially the part about removing his
things.  But I knew I would come.  I wanted to be with him.

   It's Friday morning now.  I am in my car.  I'm not far from the place by
the river.  I stop the car.  I'm wearing the black leather jacket.  I unzip
it.  I take off my shoes.  My socks are still on.  Does he want me to wear
them?  No, he would have told me if he did.  I take the socks off.

   I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, pull them down to my ankles.  It's
hard to do in the car, but I get them off.  My panties are dark red.  I
think Uwe would like them.  Maybe he will want me to wear them for him
later.  Lifting up a little, I take my panties at the waist and slide them
down past my knees.  I'm a little wet already, and the cool air on my pubic
hairs feels nice.  I pull off the panties and ball them up with my jeans.

   There's a small bag on the seat.  I put my panties, jeans, and socks in
the bag.  I look in the mirror, make sure my bandana is in place.  The
jacket is open so my breasts are showing.  I put my shoes back on.  I'm
ready now.  Time to find Uwe.

   I reach the turnoff he described, pull in, and wait until ten to drive
down the little road.  When I reach the end, I'm at a clearing near the
river.  Uwe is standing in the sunshine waiting.  Near him, sitting in a
canvas chair, is a young woman.  She is very pretty, and fully dressed. 
I'm not sure what to do.  Uwe motions me to come out.

   I step out.  Uwe approaches me with a dark and frightening look. 
Finally he smiles.

   "Hello.  I'm glad you came.  You want his then?"

   I'm not sure what "this" really is, but I reply.

   "Yes Uwe.  Look at me.  I've done as you asked." I look at the young
woman who is watching us.  "Why is she here, Uwe?  Will she be a part of
this?"

   "No, she is only here to see.  She is forbidden to even speak.  I'm
going to drown her next week.  Not here, but I thought the river would help
her imagine what will happen to her."

   "You're going to hold her underwater while you make love to her?"

   "I'm not sure.  I might make love to her, or maybe only excite her.  But
I will hold her underwater until she drowns."

   "And she knows this?"

   "No.  I told her I might.  She doesn't believe me.  It's just a fantasy
for her.  But I think she wants to experience death, so I will kill her. 
Does that bother you?

   "No Uwe.  Of course not.  I'd like to watch you kill her.  Could I?"

   "Sorry, not this time.  Maybe someday with another woman.  But maybe you
won't be with me anymore.  Do you want to die?  Today possibly?"

   "Please, no Uwe, I don't."

   "But I have your permission if I choose to kill you?"

   "Yes Uwe, you know that.  It's why we are together.  For both of us."

   Uwe smiles again.  "Where are the rest of your clothes?" he asks.

   "In a bag in my car."

   "Is anything else in the car?"

   "No," I answer, "nothing else."

   Uwe goes to the car, takes the bag, and throws it in the river.  It
floats away.

   He comes back and leads me to a spot in front of the girl sitting in the
chair.

   There are two tall posts in the ground, about 2 1/2 feet apart.  He ties
my arms and feet to the posts so that I am facing the girl.

   "Something new today, just for you." He stands beside me and takes a
roll of silver duct tape from his pocket.  Stripping a long piece off the
roll, he cuts it.  He winds it around the lower part of my face.  My mouth
is covered tightly and I can only breathe through my nose.  I make a
frightened sound, and he shushes me.  Now I know why he requested I wear a
bandana.  It kept my hair out of the way of the duct tape when he wound it
around my face.

   Uwe steps behind me and gently squeezes my bottom with his right hand. I
am looking at the pretty girl in the canvas chair, just in front of me. 
She seems excited.  She starts to say something, but Uwe warns her to be
quiet.

   Uwe's hand moves around to my pussy, and strokes my pubic hairs.  He
keeps that up until I feel very wet and long for him to do more.  I push
back against him as much as I can.  A finger slides into my slit, moving
the way Uwe knows I like.

   "Do you want this?  Are you very sure?  Once I start, I will do what I
like."

   How could I say no?  I nod my head.

   Uwe's left hand comes to my face and touches it softly.  He pinches my
nose.  I can't breathe now, not at all.  I feel a second finger enter me.
My pussy is tingling so warmly, and I move my hips with his fingers.

   The girl in front of me is rubbing at her crotch through her jeans.  I
guess Uwe hasn't given her permission to take them off.  I watch her hands
as the moments pass.

   My chest is beginning to heave from the lack of air.  Uwe's fingers are
wonderful inside me, but my lungs want to explode.  I make a whining noise,
shake my head.  Nothing.  Uwe won't release me.  His fingers are moving,
but the pain in my chest is unbearable.  I think I may pass out.  He pulls
his hand away from my nose.

   It's hard to gasp through only your nose, but that's what I'm doing. 
His fingers inside me are still and he is waiting.  Finally my breathing
slows down.  It's taken at least a minute.  He starts moving his fingers,
and pinches my nose shut again.  The girl in the chair is smiling at me,
not kindly, and rubbing herself harder.

   Uwe shuts off my air longer than I think I can stand it.  He does it
several times, allowing me to rest after each time.  Now he pinches my nose
and holds it until I start to shake.  He gives me just a second for air and
cuts me off again.  It isn't enough.  This is what they mean by panic.  My
lungs were almost empty when he pinched, and it feels like my chest is
collapsing into itself.  I think quickly to myself, this was why the
instructions to toss out his things, why he threw my bag in the river.  He
is going to kill me.

   His finger finds my clit.  He moves the finger just a little, timing it
to the bucking of my body.  I've never felt anything as terrible as the
pain in my chest now, but my clit is like a burning little pebble.  My
whole body is straining.  I feel myself coming.  It hits like an amazing
wave.  Uwe pulls his hand from my face.  My shoulders jerk up and down as I
struggle to fill my lungs again.  He kisses my neck and tells me I'm his
special one.  I am proud, and smiling under the duct tape.

   I've recovered now.  Uwe has taken his pants off and untied my arms. 
He's left my ankles tied to the posts.  He steps back behind me and speaks
to the girl in the chair.

   "Did you enjoy watching what I did to her?  Did you wish I had done it
to you?  Just nod your head if you did."

   The girl nods.

   "Well this will be the best part to watch.  Her hands are free now.  She
can reach behind her and find my cock.  I'm going to close her air off
again, while she works on my cock with her fingers.  And I won't let her go
until I come." Of me, he asks "You don't mind do you?"

   I shake my head.  Of course I don't.  I'm very excited.  I want it, and
I want it to last.  Maybe I will come again while we do this.

   He asks the girl in the chair before us, "Would you like me to keep
myself from coming for a long time?"

   The girl nods yes.

   "Until she dies?"

   The girl nods yes again, a brightness in her eyes.

   I know now that Uwe won't kill me.  I'd be dead already if that was his
plan.  He had meant to frighten and excite me before.  He knew how much I
would like it.  He is teasing the girl now.  And teasing me in a different
way.  Letting me see that what she hopes for me will soon happen to her.  I
am not vindictive.  I can understand her desire.  I feel a sort of kinship
with her.  My own hope is that next week she will enjoy her last moments
before she is drowned.  But I do want her to drown.

   Uwe pinches my nose again, cuts off my air.  I try to be sensual with my
fingers, draw it out for him.  My chest is aching again, my body shivering.
Yet I take my time, work him slowly.  I must do this for Uwe, as much as it
hurts me.  He starts to tremble.  I make a high pitched sound, fear and
desperation.  My smothered scream is real for me, and it helps Uwe over the
edge.  I cup my hands around his cock, my strength almost gone.

   I feel his come splashing on me.  Uwe keeps holding my nose shut, even
though his spasms are complete.  The feeling in my lungs is exquisite
agony. He has to make it stop!  My fingers, wet with his come, move to my
pussy.  The urge between my legs is cresting fiercely.  My clit searches
out my fingers.  I come again myself.  He releases me.  Both of us breathe
very hard.

   Uwe pulls the tape away from my mouth.  He kisses all around my face,
getting most of the stickiness off with his tongue.  He unties my ankles.
He takes the bandana from my head and puts it in his pocket.

   'I don't want you to try and use this as a skirt," he says grinning, " I
want you to go home just the way you are now."

   I look down at myself.  The leather jacket , if I zipped it, wouldn't
come even to the top of my pubic patch.  I will leave it unzipped.  But I
will have to find a place to park and wait until very late tonight to go
home so no one will see me.

   "You can go now, but say goodbye to her first."

   Uwe has not told me her name.  I smile at her for a while, then say
"Goodbye." I probably won't be seeing her again, I think.  But also, I
think, I've learned something today.  Uwe will never kill me.  I'm his
special one.  And he is my special one.  We are two of a kind.

   I'm worried about the girl, though.  Can Uwe actually kill her when the
time comes?  For all his bravado, she might be his first.  He needs a
nudge, I think.  I give him one.  Leaning towards Uwe I whisper to him,
"Bring me her panties.  I'll wear them for you."

   Uwe's eyes grow larger.  Now I know he really will kill her.  He will
drown her.  For me.  I turn and leave.  I roll my bare behind for Uwe to
admire as I go.



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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 Replies directly to this address will NOT be anonymized.  

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