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Subject: {ASSM} RP You May .... the Bride <*> {Damien} (MF,hanging,bride,cons)
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Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 23:10:03 -0500
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 You May .... the Bride (M/F, hanging, consensual, bride)


			You May .... the Bride
			    by A. P. Damien

Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman being hanged,
while others watch and have an orgy.  Non-lethal, consensual.



Picture this, if you will:

An outdoor wedding.  Folding chairs set up, the groom's friends and
relatives on one side of the aisle, the bride's on the other.  As
often happens, about 20% of the guests consider themselves friends of
both and choose a side at random, or based on where their other
friends are sitting.  Most of the male guests are in the standard
suit and tie, and the female guests are in formal dresses.

Music is provided by a keyboard and amp, while the groom's closest
friends act as ushers to help seat the other guests.  The groom and
best man climb onto the stage and stand on one side of the judge.
The groom wears a powder blue tuxedo.  The best man and ushers are
in slightly darker blue tuxes, the judge of course in a black robe.

The music changes to a more formal theme as the flower girl walks down
the aisle, followed by the bridesmaids in their frilly, pale rose
outfits.  A short pause, then the matron of honor walks down the aisle
in a slightly fancier version.  The tension rises, but the guests
chatter on.

A couple of loud chords warn the guests to quiet down, then the music
changes to the traditional processional from "Lohengrin".  The bride
walks slowly down the aisle on her father's arm.  She is dressed in
the traditional white gown, veil, train, heels, everything the well-
dressed bride will wear.

"Ginny, honey, are you sure you want to go through with this?"  Her
father whispers.  "Your mother and I will stick by you if you change
your mind."

"Yes Father.  Thank you very much for your support, but I've decided.  
It wasn't an easy choice but this is what I want."

At last they reach the bottom of the aisle and climb the steps to the
stage, about three feet off the ground.  The bride's mother is weeping
openly now as her husband and daughter take up their position on the
other side of the judge.  The music stops.  The guests sit hushed
trying to keep their attention on the bridal party, but constantly
distracted by the noose that dangles near the front edge of the
makeshift stage.

The judge begins.  "My friends, we are gathered together to join
together a man and a woman under the laws of this state.  If any here
present know of any legal block to this marriage, let them speak now
or forever hold their peace."  He pauses a short time, then proceeds.

"Do you, Frank, take this woman Virginia to be your lawful wedded
wife, to have and to hold, from this moment forward, until death do
you part?"

"I do."

"Do you, Virginia, take this man Frank to be your lawful wedded
hangman, to have and to hold, from this moment forward, until death
do you part?"

(Gulp)  "I do."

"The ring..."

The best man gives the ring to the groom.  He looks into the bride's
eyes and takes her hand, then puts the ring on her finger.  They
continue holding hands for a few moments before turning back to the
judge, who pulls a black cap on over his wig.

"By the authority vested in me by this state and county, I now
pronounce you hangman and wife.  You may hang the bride."

The groom whispers to the bride "Are you really sure you want to do
this? I can still take you home and pretend this is a normal wedding.
I can make you happy, I promise you."

"Frank, no.  This is what I want.  You're a dear to offer me an out,
but I wouldn't have married you if you hadn't agreed to this.  Besides,
I know you're really looking forward to it too."

"Well, yes, I am, actually, but still..."

"It's what I came here for."

"OK, sugar bun, I guess... it's your neck..."

Ginny steps to the edge of the stage and, turning, throws her bouquet.
The youngest bridesmaid, less than a month past her eighteenth birthday,
catches it.  She starts jumping up and down, then calms down.

The bride crosses her wrists behind her so the groom can tie them together.
Then she turns to face the groom.  He removes her veil so everyone can
see her face.

Ginny's mother breaks into loud sobbing, and the father climbs quickly
down to comfort her as best he can.

Virginia walks over to stand on the carefully painted X near the edge
of the stage.

The groom slips the noose over her head.  She gives a startled gasp
as the weight of the knot settles against her neck, but she stands
straight and proud while he adjusts the knot snugly under her ear.

"Don't forget my legs," she whispers, "I don't want to ruin the
effect of my dress."

He quickly kneels down and straps her ankles together.  Then he stands
up and takes her in his arms.  They kiss hungrily.  She rubs her body
against him, feeling his erection through both their clothes.

At last, panting, she breaks the kiss and looks at him, waiting.

He steps back off the hinged trap to a lever, then motions for her to
face the audience.  She turns and looks out at the faces watching her,
feeling their combined support for her decision, but also knowing
that...  they are waiting to see her hang.

She stands, waiting, trembling only slightly.  The seconds seem to drag
on and on.  She begins to have doubts... is he going to go through with
it?  She feels the noose snug around her neck and anticipates it...
tightening, squeezing her neck... her dangling by her neck... the
pain... the helplessness... strangling... the excitement...

As she thinks about it, she feels herself get excited -- but also fear.
She knows it will hurt an awful lot.  Maybe she should cancel this...
She's almost ready to turn her head and tell him she's changed her
mind, when...

Thwap!  fwap!  fwap!  The trap door falls from under her and bounces a
few times.

She gasps as she starts to fall, but no noise comes out -- the rope
jerks tight around her neck and the room appears to tilt as the knot
pushes her head to one side.  She hadn't realized just how much it
would hurt, having all her weight on her neck.  She should have called
it off, but it's too late now.  She jerks her legs up and down, feeling
for someplace to stand, but the floor is still over a foot away.

The neat rows of chairs turn into chaos.  Most of the guests are
already paired off and seek a position that allows them to enjoy each
other without losing a good view of the bride's struggles.

Every time Ginny tries to kick, the knot jerks tighter and hurts more.
She tries to hang quietly and succeeds for a little while...

In the audience, some couples are adopting a modified rear-entry
position with the woman leaning on the chair in front.  That way she
can still watch the hanging.

A few couples are keeping their hands and fingers busy with each other
so that both can stay seated and watch the stage.

After perhaps half a minute, Ginny runs out of air.  Her chest hurts
and she can't hold her breath any more!

She manages to force the stale air in her lungs out past the
constriction around her neck, then her chest muscles spasm and manage
to pull in a little air.  Not enough, and she's still choking.  She
tries again, but the rope feels like steel around her neck.  

Then she remembers that this is what she wanted.  This is what she got
married for.  She _chose_ to hang like this.  Her neck hurts and her
body is ready to panic from that suffocating feeling in her lungs,
but she wants to enjoy every moment of it. She's glad she didn't
change her mind at the last moment.  She gives in to the struggle
and lets her instincts take over.

The groom stares at his young bride's struggles, horrified, but
also fascinated.  His iron hard-on is painful in his tight tuxedo
trousers. 

The youngest bridesmaid, her eyes shining, stares for a moment at
the bride.  Her jaw sags open slightly, then she remembers the
instructions the bride whispered to her: keep him warm for me.
She strips off her frilly dress with its sewn-in bra.  Naked except
for her sheer pantyhose, she removes the groom's jacket, tie and
shirt and hugs him tightly.  She presses her pelvis up against his,
her erect nipples against his chest.

The groom turns his head to watch his bride's performance; the
bridesmaid grabs his hips and turns his body slightly so she can see
too.  She rubs herself slowly against him and kisses him greedily.

Virginia tugs at the rope around her wrists, trying to get her hands
free and loosen the noose, but it's tied too well.  She can't budge it.

Her knees pull up to her chest, then thrust down hard, bouncing her up
and letting her get a tiny breath.  Again and again... but each time
it's a little harder.  She's getting tired...   weak from lack of air...

Her bouncing movements pull the noose ever tighter around her neck...
now she can't breathe at all.  Her eyes grow wide and her face turns
red.  She feels a delicious sensation beginning between her legs...
tries to rub her thighs together... frustrated by the bindings at her
ankles.  She struggles, but weakly now.

The audience's movements become more frantic as they see the bride's
struggles slow down.  A few have already come and are relaxing in the
afterglow, watching as Virginia starts to fade.

The groom moans as the bridesmaid rubs herself against him.  He resists the
urge to rub faster, saving himself for later.

Ginny hears a high-pitched buzzing and realizes it won't be long now.
She is at peace, hanging by her neck, barely aware of the reflexive
heaving of her chest muscles.  What little awareness remains is concen-
trated between her legs now.  Her face turns purple as she hangs,
twitching a little.

She feels a huge explosion between her legs and the everything goes
away in a high-pitched red blur.  Her muscles relax and she hangs limp.

The groom breaks free and runs to untie the rope.  The bridesmaid helps
him lower the bride gently to the floor.  He loosens the noose and
checks to be sure she can breathe.

The bridesmaid feels her own orgasm start as Ginny gasps and groans.
She reaches into her panties with one hand to pleasure herself.  The
best man helps her down from the stage and starts kissing her, then
bends down to take a nipple in his mouth and roll it around with his
tongue.  She cries out in little gasps of pleasure.

The bride comes to as the groom cuts the rope binding her hands.  She
kisses him again until _he_ nearly runs out of breath.  She pulls the
rest of his clothes off and wraps her mouth around his straining
erection, the noose still around her neck.  She teases it slowly with
her lips and tongue for perhaps a minute, then takes her own clothes
off and pulls him down on top of her.

The best man supports the teenaged bridesmaid as she sinks down to the
floor.  He pulls her panties off and licks her lower lips and clit until
she cries out for more, then works two fingers into her and continues
working on her.

"No, no, no!" she cries out in frustration.  She reaches for her
discarded pantyhose and wraps one leg around her neck.  "Choke me!"

The best man takes the pantyhose she hands him and starts pulling.

"Harder!" she says, "Pull har..."

He pulls hard, cutting off her demands, then resumes licking her clit.
Soon she is writhing under him, pressing her pelvis against his face and
rolling her hips.

Excited by the hanging, it takes less than a minute for the groom to
come inside the bride as she gasps and moans from yet another orgasm.

The bridesmaid comes, hard, at almost the same time.  Only the stocking
around her neck prevents her from stealing the show with loud screams.
She pushes the best man away from her crotch and relaxes into a
dreamy state.  The best man lets go of the pantyhose and is relieved
to hear a loud gasp as she reflexively starts to breathe again.

The bride and groom both collapse, exhausted, on the stage while the
best man and the young bridesmaid rest on the floor below.

The audience breathes a collective sigh and starts cleaning themselves
up and straightening their clothes.  

After a few minutes the bride and groom recover.

"Do you think we got our money's worth?" the bride asks, teasing.

"And then some," the groom pants.

"I know you wanted something more... conventional...  she concedes.
But admit it... you enjoyed the hell out of this."

"Well, yes..."

They gather their clothes and get dressed again.  The keyboardist
strikes up the recessional and the bride and groom walk back up the
aisle.  The wedding attendants follow them.  "When I get married,  I
want to hang, too," the bridesmaid says to the usher at her side. 
A quiet lull in the music makes the comment audible to everyone
nearby.

The audience follows the wedding party to the huge buffet brunch
set up in the pavilion.



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			    Afterword

This isn't my usual sort of story -- non-lethal, the victim fully clothed,
but it sort of popped into my head and demanded to be written.  I added
the audience reaction later as a concession to my own preferences.  I
hope some readers with a kink toward hanging women in bridal clothes
enjoy this.

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.
-- 
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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