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Keywords: Breath Control, hanging, mild, whips, cons
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Phone Call (M/F, gasping, snuff overtones) (REPOST)
Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 07:10:03 -0500
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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 <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.

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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.


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Did you like this story?  You can find more at
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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?
-- 
A. P. Damien (a handle, not a name)

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