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Archive name: emperor.txt (MF, asian, snuff, gasping)
Authors name: A.P. Damien (anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net)
Story title : The Emperor's Consort

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The Emperor's Consort (M/F, snuff, gasping)
by A.P. Damien (anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net)


This story includes descriptions of a woman having anal 
sex with a man while being strangled to death. Semi-
consensual.

***

Kwei-Fei was ready when the soldiers came. The revolt 
had been brewing for nearly half a year, and she knew 
the populace wrongly blamed the economic troubles on 
her influence over the Emperor. She knew the Emperor, 
much as he loved her, would have to give her up to the 
soldiers in order to save his own life and throne. 

She'd predicted that they would come for her days ago, 
and ignored the rosier views of other concubines and 
her sisters. By the time the soldiers arrived, she was 
dressed in her best public clothes. Her hair was 
brushed out so it hung down her back, black and 
lustrous and lightly scented with flowers. She had used 
just a little musk to enhance her natural scent, behind 
her ears, in the hollow of her lovely throat, and at 
her wrists.

The captain was surprised to find her ready to go. "I'm 
terribly sorry, Princess Yang," he apologized, but the 
advice you've been giving the Emperor is considered 
treason, and the punishment is death. I'll make it as 
quick as I can."

The sight of her beauty made his pulse quicken. No 
wonder the Emperor had loved her; surely this was the 
most lovely woman the captain had ever seen. It was a 
shame to destroy such loveliness, and the captain knew 
the charges were unjust, but he would do what he had to 
do. With a small start he tore his eyes away from the 
lovely girl in front of him and reached for her wrist. 
"Come with us, please," he demanded.

Yang Kwei-Fei had already decided what she wanted, and 
asked, "Please, Captain, may I take a veil for 
decency's sake?"

"Certainly," the captain agreed. He watched admiringly 
as Kwei-Fei took the long, gauzy veil she had ready and 
attached it to her hair with a comb. He was amazed at 
how much grace and ease she showed, even facing death. 

With her veil hiding her cream-yellow face and neck, 
she stepped back to the captain and walked beside him 
out of the harem, leaving the rest of the soldiers to 
follow behind as if they were an honor guard rather 
than captors with a condemned prisoner. Her steps never 
faltered; she knew where he would lead her. They walked 
outside the palace to a nearby garden with many large 
trees.

The captain looked at Kwei-Fei to judge her height, 
then chose a tree branch and fashioned a double loop of 
soft rope around it. He looked at her again, pausing to 
admire her trim figure. She seemed to enjoy his gaze, 
standing up straight so her breasts stood out and 
pulling her long shiny hair to one side to reveal a 
perfect neck; what a shame to wreck it. He pulled 
himself out of his reverie with a sigh, glanced at her 
again, then moved the rope to a lower part of the 
branch.

Princess Kwei-Fei walked slowly over to the tree, 
shedding her fancy adornments one by one as she walked. 
The last to go was the comb holding the veil, leaving 
her clad only in the loose robe she'd put on in 
preparation for this moment, and holding the veil with 
her hand.

"I really am sorry to have to do this to you," the 
captain apologized again as she stepped under the 
branch.

"I understand. It really isn't your fault," Kwei-Fei 
told him. Then she went on in a lower voice, "There are 
a couple of last favors I'd like to ask you."

The captain seemed relieved that she wasn't crying or 
begging for her life. "As long as it doesn't conflict 
with my duty here," he agreed.

"I don't think it seemly for all these common soldiers 
-- mostly peasants who have taken the sword in the last 
month -- to see my death struggles. Would you put my 
veil up as a screen?"

He agreed, attaching the veil to the branch so it 
draped in front of her, leaving only a dim shadow to 
show where she was. Then he took his officer's baton 
and stepped behind her.

"And the other favor?," he asked.

Kwei-Fei untied her robe, then pulled it open in back, 
showing a beautiful, velvety smooth ass. The captain 
felt himself blush, grow erect, and breathe faster at 
the sight of it; it was as beautiful as her face and 
neck. Then she pulled her cheeks apart to reveal a 
small, puckered hole, glistening with some sort of 
grease.

"I have to die today," she whispered to the captain, 
"and I want to have a little pleasure to distract me 
while I die. Besides, you've been so nice about this, I 
think you deserve a little reward -- and I bet you're 
too upright to keep the jewelry I left on the ground."

Well, the captain was certainly upright by now. He 
stepped up close behind her and unlaced his trews, then 
unwrapped his loincloth to let his engorged penis free. 
"What do you want?" he asked.

"Please, slide it in slowly before you tighten the 
rope," Kwei-Fei whispered. "The Emperor would sometimes 
choke me while we did this and I enjoyed it a lot, 
especially when he timed it so I got a little dizzy 
just before he came. I guess you'd planned to kill me 
as fast as possible so I won't suffer, but I'd prefer 
for you to do it slowly. Make it last a few minutes 
while you gradually tighten the rope, then you can come 
inside me after I faint. I think you'll find my last 
convulsions especially nice for you."

Hearing stirrings, the captain guessed the soldiers 
were getting restless. "She's asked for one last 
request," he called out to the troops, "but I'll finish 
this off soon. After she's dead, you can check to make 
sure."

The captain fit the double loop around her neck, then 
hesitated.

"Go ahead," she encouraged him, "enjoy my body while 
you can."

He reached inside her robe to fondle her breasts, and 
her breathing quickened. He brought his hands out 
briefly and wet them with his tongue, then reached in 
again to finger her nipples. She moaned.

"Quiet," he warned her, "or I'll have to quiet you with 
the rope.

It's too bad we have to hurry; I'd like to spend 
_hours_ doing this to you."

He brought one hand down and reached between her legs 
to finger her labia. She gasped, then started to moan 
again as his finger found her pleasure button. He 
quickly inserted the baton in between the two loops and 
twisted it to quiet her, but left it loose enough so 
she could still breathe, with effort.

As he fingered her, it became harder for her to 
concentrate on breathing. As her head grew lighter, she 
pushed his hand away.

"Remember," she gasped out, "I want you in me before 
you get down to really strangling me."

The captain loosened the baton again, and pressed up 
close behind her. She spread her legs apart, then 
guided him into her tight asshole with one hand, while 
the other hand kept her cheeks parted. At this distance 
her scent made him feel slightly giddy and very 
lustful.
He pushed slowly into her, enjoying the sensation of 
her tight asshole around his swollen penis. As soon as 
he was fully in her, she whispered, "Please."

He twisted the baton further, and she started panting 
as her body tried to get enough air. Holding onto the 
baton with one hand, he used the other to help her 
stand on her toes, to make some room for movement. He 
started stroking slowly in and out of her, while she 
reached down with one hand and fingered herself.

After half a minute, she hiked her robe up and put two 
fingers of the other hand into her vagina. A few 
moments later she started thrashing frantically, 
straining for more air and pushing her fingers in and 
out as she bucked on and off his penis. He had to fight 
for control to avoid coming while she was still 
conscious. It was obvious that she was enjoying this. 
At last her hands slowed a little and she forced out a 
choked whisper, "Now! Please!"

He twisted the baton quickly with both hands, making 
the tendons and blood vessels in her neck stand out. 
Her mouth opened and stretched for air, but she 
couldn't get any. Her struggles grew more frantic and 
nearly drove him over the edge.

After another minute or so her hands stopped moving and 
fell limp. Her thrashing became weaker and less 
coordinated. He started moving in quick strokes, 
thinking that he was going to come into a dead body, 
but too aroused to stop even for that fear. But then 
her body started moving faster; her arms and legs moved 
at random and her head and back arched. Her convulsions 
brought him over the edge, and he finally came, pumping 
frantically into her ass, and biting his tongue to keep 
from screaming his pleasure as she died.

He forced himself to breathe normally and held onto the 
baton for 50 more breaths just to make sure, then he 
released his hold. He used his loincloth to wipe off 
her ass and legs, then wrapped it around himself again. 
He laced up his trews, wrapped the robe neatly around 
the body and tied it shut again. Then he unwound the 
baton and pulled it out of the ropes.

He walked around in front of the body and pulled the 
veil free of the branch. "Now," he growled, "you men 
can check and make sure she's dead."

A few of the braver ones did, checking for a pulse at 
wrist and neck. Some of them slapped the dead face or 
punched the body in the stomach or kidneys to see if 
there was any reaction. Satisfied that the princess was 
really dead, they formed up in ranks again.
This crude misuse of the beautiful princess's body made 
the captain want to throw up, but he suppressed it. He 
took his hunting knife and cut through the loops, then 
had to drop it to catch the body as it fell to the 
ground. He chose six soldiers who _hadn't_ mistreated 
the body and told three of them to put her on a bier. 
Then he had the six carry it back into the city for the 
Emperor and populace to see before it was buried. He 
made sure they buried it in the ground usually reserved 
for imperial wives.

All the time he was arranging for them to carry and 
dispose of the body, he wondered just _what_ she'd felt 
while he'd been strangling her. Well, he mused, you 
never know. With the unsettled state of politics, I may 
find out for myself...

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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 to make it to be a good 
story?

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

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The above story was inspired by a movie about a Chinese 
emperor and his mistress. I'm not sure which of two 
movies it is --
 1) "Yang Kwei Fei" also known as "The Magnificent 
Concubine"
	(1964, in Cantonese), or
 2) "Yohiki", also known as "Empress Yang Kwei Fei" or 
"Princess Yang Kwei Fei" (1955, in Japanese).

The actual death scene is ambiguous.
The leader of the group of soldiers fashions something 
that looks like a double loop of rope attached to a 
limb of a tree -- it doesn't look much like a noose. 
Then he drags over a small stone, about 6" high, flat 
on the bottom and more-or-less round on top. As she 
walks to her death, she sheds her fancy adornments, 
including the long silk veil she had draped over her 
head.
The actual death occurs off camera, so you can 
interpret the scene either as:
 * a hanging -- he kicks the stone out from under her?
 or,
 * the sort of traditional Chinese execution described 
in the Dee Goong An (translated by Van Gulik as 
_Celebrated Cases of Judge Dee_)
	  ...the other assistant...stuck a low wooden 
cross in the ground, and now Hsu Deh-tai was tied to 
this cross in a kneeling position.... The executioner 
threw a noose of thin hemp cord over Hsu's head, while 
the other end encircled the upper part of the stake. He 
stuck a short wooden stick between the cord and the 
stake behind Hsu's head, and looked toward the judge.
	  As soon as Judge Dee [gave] the sign, the 
executioner quickly twisted the stick round in both 
hands, the cord tightened round the criminal's throat, 
his eyes bulged from their sockets, and his tongue 
protruded. The executioner stopped turning the stick, 
and waited. A deep silence reigned over the execution 
ground. Not a sound was heard... Finally the 
executioner felt the criminal's heart, and reported to 
the judge that he was dead.
The apparatus didn't look very convincing for a 
hanging, so my imagination turned it into the latter. I 
suppose you could interpret the scene other ways, too. 
The only sure thing is that she's dead afterwards, as 
the Emperor looks at her body and weeps for her.


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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.
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?
-- 
A. P. Damien
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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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