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******************************************************* Author: Rubi du
Soleil Levant
Title: Awakenings
Part: 10 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 X
   I once again swam toward consciousness, my eyelids twitching, my eyes
opening momentarily, then the lids fluttering closed again.  My breath
rasped in my tortured throat, and my chest heaved as I sucked in heavy,
rasping breaths.  Every few minutes, my body faded back towards
unconsciousness, and my breath came in small, shallow gasps.  I wondered
how much more my body could take before it refused to be revived to fight
once more.  I felt coldness beneath me and forced my eyes open to find
myself lying stomach down on the cold marble floor.  My knees were spread
wide, and held so by ropes tied from each knee to hooks on the walls.  My
ankles, bound tightly together were pulled up behind me.  Around my waist
was cinched a wide leather belt.  Protruding from the back of the belt was
a hard metal stake, at the end of which were two padded shackles.  My
ankles were secured in these shackles, the metal peg binding my ankles
about eight inches from my waist.  My arms were bound behind me at the
elbow, my wrists bound and secured to the ankle shackles, my back arched
severely.  My head lolled on the floor.  Too weak to lift it, I dragged my
head from one side to the other, looking for You.  I tried to say Your
name, but the words would not come, a series of raspy gurgles escaping my
throat instead.  I sensed movement behind me and it was then I realized
that there was a noose around my throat.  You stepped around and kneeled
before me, holding the end of a rope in one hand and a large ball gag in
the other.  You laid the rope on the floor and forced the ball gag between
my lips.  I tried to shake my head, to fight the gag, but even my mouth was
too exhausted from our relentless lovemaking session.  I grunted,
desperately trying to communicate with You, to insist that we stop for a
short time so that I could regain my strength.  But it was no use.  Saliva
dripped from the ball gag, and my breathing became labored, my body
quivering as it strained to take in as much air as possible.
   You rose up in front of me, picked up the rope end beside You, and began
pulling it down, hand over hand.  I heard the rope moving through a pulley
in the ceiling and braced myself for the impending pain of the noose
pulling me aloft.  My bracing was futile, my body too weak to prepare
itself.  The noose squeezed my throat and my body was pulled erect until I
was "standing" on my knees, which were cushioned by small concave pads. 
You brought Your legs around in front of You, and pushing them beneath my
thighs, which were stretched taut by the ropes binding my knees apart, You
lay on the floor and maneuvered Yourself under my body.  Looping the rope
around Your right fist, You lifted me a foot off the floor, my body
flailing gently, and used Your other hand to guide me until I was hanging
above the head of Your cock, which was pointing towards the ceiling,
moisture glistening on its end.  You eased my dangling body downwards a few
inches and my pussy enveloped the end of Your penis.  With one swift
movement, You dropped me down another eight inches, impaling my on Your
hardened cock.  Using the rope, You guided me up and down on your cock.
   My head lolled forward and my eyes rolled around beneath my heavy lids,
my face a bright red, my lips a deep purple.  Saliva was falling in a
steady thread from the ball gag onto Your chest.  You lowered the rope and
reached up to loosen the noose, allowing me to sit on Your groin, while You
slowly fucked me and caressed my heaving breasts.  My eyes closed while I
sucked in great gasps of oxygen.  During one such intake of air, just prior
to my exhale, You suddenly and violently pulled me up off the floor.  My
lungs full of oxygen that they could not expel, my chest heaved and my eyes
widened in terror at the sheer pain I was feeling.  I had never had my
airway cut off with air IN my lungs, only with most of it expelled OUT.  I
was now experiencing sensations I had never felt before, and my body jerked
beneath the noose more violently than it ever had before.  I could sense
Your increased pleasure and tried to shake my head, tried to moan, ANYTHING
to somehow signal You that something was desperately wrong.  You, lost in
the experience of pure ecstasy that these different, more violent and
thrashing convulsions of my body were inflicting on Your cock, was
oblivious to my efforts of communication.
   Using every ounce of strength I could find, I rocked my body backward,
hoping to relieve the noose's pressure by moving my weight to the back of
my neck rather than my carotid arteries.  You, though, reached up with Your
free hand and pulled me toward You, Your other hand holding tight to the
rope.  As my body fell forward, I succumbed to the blackness, wondering if
this would be the last time.
   After I lost consciousness, my body continued to thrash on top of you,
writhing wildly and sending waves of pleasure through Your cock.  You
thrust Your hips up to meet mine as my cunt crashed down again and again
onto your pelvis.  On the verge of climax, You let go of the rope and
pulled me down on top of You, but my back remained arched due to my swollen
lungs thrusting my breasts forward.  As the waves of pleasure in Your groin
faded from their crescendo, You ran Your hands over my body, feeling the
tightness of my muscles and, when Your hands reached my throat, the deep
crevices the rope had made there, embedding itself into my tender flesh. 
You tried to get Your fingers under the rope, but it was no use -" it was
too tight.  You pulled at the slipknot, but it had become entangled in my
hair and would not budge.  Pressing Your ear against my chest, You felt my
pulse pounding and throbbing at an incredible rate and You knew that I was
still alive but on the verge of massive cardiac arrest.  Lifting me gently
from atop Your sweating chest, You laid me on my side on the floor and
kneeled beside me, Your hands pawing at the slipknot in a desperate battle
to untangle it.  My eyes, though unseeing, were opened now, protruding
slightly through purple swollen lids, my entire face puffy and purple, my
lips, almost black, around the ball gag.  Without thought, You reached
behind my head and unclasped the buckle.  The ball gag flew from my mouth,
my swollen tongue forcing it out as though a bullet from a gun barrel.  My
tongue, the same frightful color as my lips and nearly twice its normal
size, protruded three inches from my lips, saliva continuing to pour from
my gaping mouth.
   You were surprised by the calmness with which You worked at the slipknot
and were finally able to release it just as a shudder coursed through my
body and I fell still.  Removing the rope from the grooves in my throat and
tossing it aside, You removed the hogtie equipment, gently rolled me to my
back and began resuscitating me.
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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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