ASA story: You May .... the Bride - Mf/hanging/snuff/bride

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Subject: ASA story: You May .... the Bride - Mf/hanging/snuff/bride
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X-Original-Message-ID: .net Listen up! Yes, I mean you! There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story. First, there's sexually explicit stuff here. If you're not old enough to
vote, go on to the next message. Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group. Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are! Second, this story includes a description of somebody getting killed for
sexual pleasure - maybe the killer's pleasure, maybe the victim's. Either
way, this isn't milk and cookies. If you don't want to read about such
things, go away and read another message. Third, this is a work of ufiction/u! No actual people or animals were
harmed in the writing of this story. Fourth, don't try this stuff at home. You could end up dead! Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA. That's not counting
the rest of the world. Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story. If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing. But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled to death while having sex, don't blame anybody but
yourself. Here's some blank space to give you a chance to skip to the next message.
After that, you're on your own.
I just finished a new story, so I decided to post it right away instead
of waiting until time for another Damien story in my regular schedule
of weekly reposts. It's a little different from my usual work. I hope
you'll enjoy it.
You May .... the Bride
by Damien
Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman in being hanged
to death, while others watch and have an orgy. 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. I've decided. But thank you very much for your support.
It's a difficult choice, but I've made it. 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 gives the groom a look that says, as clearly as words,
"You're mine next." The bride crosses her wrists behind her so he 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 the life out of her... her dangling by her
neck... the pain... the helplessness... strangling... forever... 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 realizes that this is what she chose. This is what she got
married for. She _chose_ to die like this, hanging by a rope around
her neck. 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 gives in to the struggle and lets her instincts take over. The groom stares at his young bride's death struggles, horrified, but
also fascinated. His iron hard-on is painful in his tight tuxedo
trousers. He unzips his pants and starts to jack off, but the
youngest bridesmaid comes over and grabs it. She leads him gently
to the edge of the stage, then jumps lightly to the floor. He glances
at her and notices the same "your mine" look, just before she takes
him in her mouth. He turns his head to watch his bride's performance;
the bridesmaid grabs his hips and turns his body slightly so she can
see too. 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 slides her lips rapidly up and down
his erect cock, her tongue flicking over the sensitive area right under
the head. 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
concentrated between her legs now. The groom groans as he erupts in the bridesmaid's eager mouth. She
swallows eagerly without stopping her rapid motion, and he screams as
the pleasure whites out his consciousness. Ginny's 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. At last her face is a deep purple and even the twitching of her legs
and chest slow down and stop. Her muscles relax and her body hangs
limply. The bridesmaid feels her own orgasm start as she watches Ginny's
movements stop. Her free hand steals down between her legs to add
pleasure. A little bit of semen that she hadn't managed to swallow
dribbles from her relaxed mouth. The audience breathes a collective sigh and starts cleaning themselves
up and straightening their clothes. The groom regains control of himself to find himself being partly
supported by the bridesmaid, his bride now hanging limp in the noose. The teenager helps him rearrange his tuxedo, then looks up at him and
jumps up and down eagerly. "Me next! Me next!" "Hey, don't I ever get to marry somebody and keep her for awhile?" "I'm sure you can find somebody if that's what you really want. But
admit it... you enjoyed the hell out of this." "Well, yes..." The keyboardist strikes up the recessional and the groom and bridesmaid
walk back up the aisle. The audience follows them to the huge buffet
brunch set up in the pavillion. =========================================================== Afterword This isn't my usual sort of story -- the victim fully clothed and dying
without sex, 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? If so, I'd 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. If you like stories of this type, but didn't like this story, I'd like to
hear about that, too. Especially if you can articulate what was wrong with
this story. But if you think stories about people getting strangled or hanged, even
killed, during sex 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?
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Damien (a handle, not a name)
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