## Archive-name: faithless_kate

From: anon3a9c@nyx10.cs.du.edu (Damien)

Subject: AR: Faithless Kate [1/1] Mfm, snuff, hanging, NC, Adultery

Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, oral

Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.asphyx,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage

NOTE: Don't write asking for stories you missed. I'm "going out of business" early this month and won't respond after that. See the "Summary of the hanging story archive" article for instructions on getting them from Deja News.

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

I wrote this story for the erotic enjoyment of open-minded adults who
might enjoy reading it. If you are under the age of 18, don't read
this -- read some less explicit story.

This story contains extremely strong hardcore stuff, including
graphic depictions of sex and murder. Don't read any further if this
bothers you.

This story does not represent any desire on my part to do any of the
illegal acts I described. I just like to write and read about such
things.

* * * WARNING! * * *
Don't try this at home. And if you _think_ you'd like to experiment
with asphyxia as a sex aid, at least read the alt.sex.bondage FAQ first!!!

DO NOT, DO NOT try this kind of activity by yourself!! About 200 people
DIE in America each year doing this sort of thing -- people who had no
idea of how dangerous this activity is, and who had no intention of
dying. People who took very careful precautions, but died regardless.
* * * WARNING! * * *

This story is copyright 1995 by Matthew and Damien. You may distribute
or copy this story through the usual usenet channels. You may make
electronic or paper copies of this story, subject to the following two
requirements:
1. You preserve the entire file, including disclaimer, warning,
and copyright notice, intact.
2. You don't charge a fee in any form for making or distributing copies.
If you make money off this, I want a cut!

Note: Flames cheerfully ignored. Other stories about breath
control/asphyxia wanted.

Faithless Kate

by Matthew, somewhat rearranged and expanded by Damien

small summer cabin on a lake outside of the town. It's autumn and pouring rain, so no one is around.

Things are progressing nicely when Kate's husband Matthew suddenly bursts in, carrying a pistol. He finds his wife and Damien lying on an old brass bed together. Kate is wearing only black string-bikini panties and her dark stockings. Her large, round breasts are bare. Damien is lying beside her, sucking on her hard nipples, wearing only a skimpy pair of red bikini briefs.

Matthew holds them both at gunpoint.

"You, what's your name?"

"Damien" (rather shakily)

"That's 'Damien, _sir_'", growls Matthew. "Now, lets try it again. What's your name?"

"Damien, sir."

"Well, Damien, Kate's cunt is for my enjoyment, not yours. But I may allow you _some_ pleasure of her. For now, lie face-down on the bed and put your hands behind your head."

Matthew turns to Kate and continues, "And you, my dear, go to the dresser and get the leather restraints and that frilly pink thing I got you last month. Also the cuffs and the medium-length silk cord."

Kate gets out leather wrist and ankle restraints, a silk cord, and a lacey pink choker. Following Matthew's gestured commands, she attaches the restraints to the corners of the bedframe.

"All right, Damien, turn face up, slowly, and lie with your arms and legs spread-eagled."

Damien does so, and Matthew motions Kate to put him in the restraints and make them tight so he can't get out. The big bulge in the front of Damien's bikini briefs is now fast receding.

"Now, my dear, put on your frill and come with me." She puts the choker around her neck and starts to follow him out the door.

"Hey, what about me?" asks Damien.

"We'll be back for you in a minute," growls Matthew from the doorway, "and you may even _enjoy_ it -- for a while."

They go out the door. Matthew has Kate bring in a couple of short logs, a couple of feet long and a little under a foot thick, already cut for the fireplace. He shows her where to put them, directly under a roof beam. He forces her over to the closet and has her get out a rope and tie a slipknot in it. He makes her throw it over the roof beam, a little past the ends of the logs.

"All right," growls Matthew. "You wanted each other so much, I'm going to let you have _part_ of what you were after. Kate, pull his briefs down, and start sucking. Do a _good_ job, and make it last."

As Kate starts giving Damien a blow job, Matthew wraps the silk cord around Damien's neck. Damien's eyes widen in fear, and he starts to beg for his life. But Matthew slowly tightens the cord, and the pleas are reduced to a croak, a whisper, then just a gurgle. As Damien strains for air, his cock swells in Kate's mouth; as the blow job progresses, the look in Damien's eyes changes from fear to pleasure.

Judging that Damien is almost ready to come, Matthew pulls the rope even tighter, cutting his breath off completely. His eyes bulge in agony and his tongue protrudes as his body convulses on the bed.

Matthew warns Kate, "Don't swallow, my dear. Hold his cum in your mouth."

Damien dies; he ejaculates in Kate's mouth as his body arches in a final convulsion.

As soon as he is sure Damien is dead, Matthew lets go of the cord, grabs Kate's choker, and twists it to make sure she can't swallow. She has to struggle for each breath.

Kate is weeping hysterically, but her ordeal has just begun. Matthew tells her to put her hands behind her back. He attaches the cuffs with his free hand, then pushes her over to where she put the logs earlier. He has her stand with one foot on each log, then he puts the noose around her neck, pulling it up so Kate has to stand almost on tip-toe in order to breathe at all. She still can't swallow her mouthful of Damien's cum.

Matthew ties the other end of the rope to the heavy dresser. Then he goes over and kicks the logs a little farther apart, forcing Kate to stand with her legs spread. This increases the tension on her neck, and it gets even harder for her to breathe.

"Now _we're_ going to have some fun," Matthew tells Kate as he rips her silky panties off.

Sobbing uncontrollably, almost insane with terror, Kate tries to stand on tip-toe to get a little more air. Putting a hand under her trim ass, Matthew helps her up a couple of inches as he pushes his cock head into her cunt with his other hand. Then he puts both hands on her shoulders and forces her down on his cock.

Kate gives a final gurgling scream as the rope bites further into her neck. Matthew walks forward, forcing Kate off the end of the logs so her feet dangle in the air and her breath is completely stopped. She thrashes violently as she strangles, her body held upright by the rope and impaled by the long thick cock inside her. Her breasts bounce and her hips buck as her eyes open wider and wider and her tongue protrudes from her mouth. At last Kate's bulging eyes fix in a death stare. Her body jerks and shudders as Matthew comes in her cunt, which contracts rythmically in the final orgasm of death,

Matthew unties her hands, leaving her body hanging in mid-air, the noose tight around its neck and the hands bound behind. The back is arched, thrusting the large tits forward provocatively.

Now Matthew turns his attention to the man's body lying sprawled on the floor beside the bed. He gets out another rope and ties another slip-knot in it, throwing the end of the rope over the roof beam, next to the one holding up Kate's body. He unties Damien's limp body and pulls it off of the bed onto the floor, fitting the noose around the dead neck.

Then he hauls back on the rope, pulling the body upright until it hangs with its toes dangling just above the rough wooden floorboards. Bulging dead eyes stare sightlessly at the near-naked woman as Matthew ties the end of the rope to the bedpost, leaving the body twisting slowly back and forth, arms dangling limply. The erect cock still protrudes from the little red briefs, the big swollen head pointing up at the ceiling.

Matthew looks at the scene, and decides it will do.

"Yup," he muses, "they were probably playing around with nooses and sex and lost consciousness before they noticed it." He leaves the bodies there, cleaning up all indications of his own presence before he goes away.

Finally, a Request: Did you like this story?
If so, I'd like to hear about it.
What did you like about it?
How could it be better?
If not, was it because
. you didn't like the subject matter (hanging, snuff fantasy)?
Then what should I have put in the above warning to get you
to go on to the next article?
. you liked the subject matter but didn't like the way it was
written?
Then what would be needed for it to be a good story?

Why not take a few minutes and email me: anon3a9c@nyx.net?

Damien (a handle, not a name) Replies directly to this address will NOT be anonymized. For public key, finger anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net

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