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 ******************************************************* Author: Rubi du
Soleil Levant
Title: Awakenings
Part: 6 of 11
Summary: Sophie finds the perfect lover, one willing to
   fulfill her fantasies of strangulation and hanging.  Keywords: MF,
asphyx, breath control
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   AWAKENINGS PART VI by Rubi du Soleil Levant
   When I regained consciousness this time, I found myself straddling a
chair, my legs spread wide, my bottom several inches above the chair seat
and my ankles bound tightly to the back legs of the chair.  Ropes bound to
my knees pulled my legs back and were tied to loops on the wall behind the
chair, forcing my legs open as wide as they could bear.  My arms were
pulled tightly at the elbows behind me, bound from elbow to wrist, my
shoulders pulled back and my breasts thrust out before me.  My waist was
bound tightly to the chairback and another rope was bound tightly across my
chest, just beneath my breasts.  You were tightening this rope.  "Breathe
out," You said and I did so.
   "All of it," You said, and I expelled every bit of air from my lungs. 
You quickly pulled the chest rope as tightly as possible and secured it to
the back of the chair.  I attempted to take in a breath, realizing then the
purpose of the rope around my chest - it prevented me from taking a full,
deep breath.
   You pushed Your legs beneath mine to sit on the chair facing me, Your
flaccid penis lolling on the chair seat, and began caressing my body,
running Your hands up and down my sides, pausing to knead my breasts and
tease my nipples.  My breaths became quicker, though shallow due to the
rope binding my chest, and I lay my head back over the chairback, looking
up at the ceiling.  I felt the end of Your cock touch my labia and knew
that You were hard; a small moan escaped me.  I heard Your breath
quickening as well and Your hands rubbed and caressed my body faster and
harder.  Finally You placed Your hands upon my thighs and entered me.  I
opened myself even wider, if that was possible, to receive You, then slowly
began moving my hips upon Your cock.  I moaned lustfully again, enjoying
the feeling of You inside me, filling me up, and felt the silk rope being
looped around my throat.  You leaned forward to hold the ends of the rope
behind the chair and buried Your face in my shoulder, pulling the rope
tight until You heard my raspy breaths deepen, then releasing pressure on
the rope slightly and slowing Your thrusts into my body.  You threw Your
head back and moved one hand down between them, caressing my clitoris while
increasing pressure on the rope around my throat.  An orgasm shuddered
through my body and Your thrusts became quicker.  I took in short, quick
breaths when the rope allowed, the binding of my chest not allowing for
deeper breaths.  You slowed Your thrusts and tied the rope to my wrist
bindings behind the chair to free Your hands, and I was forced to keep my
neck arched backwards over the chair to avoid strangling.
   You groped my breasts as You continued to pump Your cock in and out of
my body.  I arched my head back as far as I could to regain my breath and
asked, "Do you want to see me die again, my love?  Shall I?" You grunted
"mmhmmm" and continued Your thrusts.  I brought my head forward and watched
You, the sweat trickling down Your face to drip onto my taut body.  You
reached forward, cupping the back of my head toward You and kissed me
deeply, then arching back on the chair to savor our lovemaking, You kept my
head cupped in Your hands.  Despite my body's protests and survival
instincts, I did not try to lower my head back, and my throat let out a
series of raspy pants.  My hands opened and closed as I held my head
forward, and as You reached Your climax and I reached mine, my body heaved
and shuttered, blackness enveloping me once more.
   You reveled in Your orgasm, collapsing forward and pulling my head to
Your chest.  You sat this way for several minutes, cradling my head and
regaining Your breath and Your strength, Your body quivering from its
exertion.  For several more minutes, You breathed deeply, running Your
hands along my body and feeling the softness of my skin, relishing the
beauty of my body's curves.  Releasing my head to fall back, You buried
Your face in my pale throat and ran Your tongue along the rim of my ear,
breathing deeply the scent of my hair.  Several more minutes passed and You
found Yourself dozing.  When you awoke, You turned Your head and rested it
upon My chest, flicking Your tongue out to tease my erect nipple.  Finding
it cold, You pressed Your ear against my chest to listen to the steady beat
of my heart, the beat You knew You would find.  You heard only silence. 
You sat back then to gaze at my body, bound tightly in the chair, my head
arched back over the chair back.  Panic suddenly seized You.  In Your
ecstasy, You had barely heard my question, forgotten that I had offered up
my very life to You, almost as a gift.  You rose up to straddle me and
leaned over the back of the chair, pulling my head toward You slightly. 
You thrust Your mouth over my lips and began breathing into me while Your
fingers fumbled with the bindings, struggling to get me out of the chair so
that You could resuscitate me properly, but the knots fought You, having
grown tighter from the actions of our intense lovemaking.  You breathed
into my mouth again, cursing Yourself and wondering how long You had dozed,
and stood up from the chair, looking down to see that my lips were now a
pale bluish shade, my already porcelain skin pale, almost luminescent,
blue-tinged circles forming around my open, blind eyes.  Panic-stricken,
You leaned forward to once again send a breath into my lungs, uncertain
what to do next.  You stood back from the chair as if You expected me to
rise up from it myself.  Instead, my body sat motionless, my erect nipples
glowing blue as well, my head lolling back against the chairback and the
arch of my throat, the silk rope still upon it, offered up to You as though
You were a vampire.  You looked around the room helplessly, tears springing
to Your eyes.  Leaning forward, You lifted my face again and saw that my
eyes were beginning to fog with death, and You wondered again how long You
had dozed, prayed that You still had time.  You breathed again into my cold
dead lips, then ran to the sideboard across the room, yanking a drawer open
and fumbling through the drawer until You found a knife.  Returning to the
chair, You sliced the bindings from my body, cursing Yourself that there
were so many, and laid me gently on the floor, where You immediately began
alternately breathing into my mouth and compressing my chest with Your
hands, sobs wracking Your body as You did so.  While only seconds passed,
time seemed to stretch to eternity, and my body remained unresponsive to
Your breaths and compressions.  I did not awaken.  Your lover lay dead
before You, and You were to blame.
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reading my story.  Feel free to e-mail me at
rubi.du.soleil.levant@gmail.com and let me know what you thought of it.
   Merci, Rubi *****************************************************
  
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