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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,  4 Jul 2003 15:10:02 -0400
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This story was written by Darlene.  I (Damien) am posting it
by permission of the author.

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Second, this story includes a description of somebody getting killed for
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Either
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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.

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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 (a handle, not a name)

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