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Archive name: auto.txt 
Authors name: Zack (finnedfordfan@hotmail.com)
Story title : Auto Erotica

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Auto Erotica
by Zack (finnedfordfan@hotmail.com)

***

11 years ago, I discovered the kinky pleasure of auto-
erotic asphyxia. To say this is very dangerous is an 
understatement, and I have had a few close calls where 
I had to have my limp, unconscious body cut down from 
the beam I hanged myself from and be revived. (MF,
axphixia)

***

I know only too well about the very high risk of death, 
but this is a risk I have been more than willing to 
take. But, I have had several fantasies about sexual 
contact with a mate during my kinky little activity, 
preferably with one of the opposite sex. This is one of 
those fantasies.

***

I meet this woman who very quickly comes to know how 
much I get turned on as I am hanged by my neck, and she 
is more than willing to watch me as I step off my stool 
and dangle with the tight noose around my neck, and she 
wants to hang me until I ejaculate and slip into 
unconsciousness. In fact, the thought of seeing me as I 
hang and ejaculate turns her on too. 

She wants to tie my wrists behind my back and tie my 
ankles together, then 'stimulate' me before drawing the 
stool from under my feet, kind of like an execution. 
"An execution is ever soooooo sexy." she tells me. 

I feel I can trust her to time it right before I go 
over the line too far and reach that critical point 
where to return would be fruitless. I might as well be 
left until my life is terminated. But she wouldn't let 
me go that far, now would she? Right? Right..

So we prepare the sight for my hanging. My stool, one 
foot high, for me to stand on, placed under the 
appropriate beam for me to hang from. The silk rope, 
three-quarters of an inch thick is already wrapped 
around the beam, and the noose is opened, awaiting to 
be passed over my head and tightened around my neck. We 
bring two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine to 
toast me before I hang, and to toast me again hopefully 
after I am cut down and revived. 

My clothes are removed and I am totally nude. My penis 
is already rock hard with anticipation. I am excited, 
as is the lady who will 'execute' me. Before I hoist my 
body up onto the stool, she pours two glasses of wine, 
one for each of us. 'To your execution, my love. May 
you enjoy it as much as I do.' she toasts me. We drink. 
Then I hand her my glass and step up onto the stool. 

As I prepare to slip the noose over my head, she takes 
a white silk chord and wraps it twice around my ankles 
then ties a very tight knot. I can feel the excitement 
building as I thrust myself up onto my toes enough to 
get my head through the opening of the noose. I grasp 
the coil and draw the rope tight, placing the rope so 
that it crosses my throat just above my rather 
pronounced adam's apple. The knot is placed between my 
left ear and the back of my spine, closer to my spine. 

"Don't put it against your spine, my love," she 
cautions me, "I don't want your neck broken."

As I lower myself down until my feet are flat, the 
noose begins to greatly restrict my breathing. The rope 
is quite tight now, and won't allow too much of a drop. 
After all, I must be hanged so that my feet arte well 
off the floor. It is soooo sexy that way. But there is 
no discoloration in my face, yet. The strangulation 
feels ever soooo sexy.. Sexier than it ever felt. 'This 
is soo cool.' I think. I then place my two wrists 
together behind my back, and the lady takes a second 
white silk chord and twice wraps it around my wrists, 
tying the knot tight. 

I am now very, very hard, and ready to be executed by 
this lady. My life is now in her hands. And I am 
trusting her. Before the stool is drawn from under my 
feet, the lady leans forward and takes my organ into 
her mouth. As she bobs up and down, I feel very 
stimulated, no doubt greatly assisted by the very tight 
rope around my neck. I almost begin to ejaculate inside 
her mouth. I find myself holding back. The rope is 
squeezing my neck. My lungs are struggling for air. My 
heart is pounding with excitement. 

I cannot wait any longer. I look down at the beautiful 
lady who is about to hang me. "Do it!!" I call out. 
"Hang me!" I plead. 

The lady straightens herself up and looks up at me. She 
puts a foot up against the stool. "Hang, Zack," she 
says with a high level of excitement. "Hang until you 
are dead." Then she pushes the stool out from under my 
feet.

I only drop a couple of inches, and I can feel the 
noose tighten. My body stretches as does my neck. I 
feel a stiff jerk, and a numbing sensation in my neck. 
Not broken, just a beautiful sensation. A very 
beautiful sensation. My feet are several inches above 
the floor. I twist and squirm, and with each movement, 
the nose slips tighter and tighter. 

My breath is gone. My throat sealed off. The arteries 
are also sealed off. Nothing to or from my head. My 
neck strains. It's all very, very sexy. Within a couple 
of seconds the lady is leaning forward and has taken my 
rock-hard penis into her mouth. After only one up-and-
down motion, I begin to ejaculate into her mouth. I 
shoot. And I shoot again. I can't stop. Pure ecstasy...

I twist again, even as I am ejaculating into her mouth. 
The strangulation feels ever so sexy.. Double pure 
ecstasy. Seconds tick by: Three... four... five... 
six... seven... Total ecstasy as I continue to shoot my 
load into her mouth. Her mouth is full and I feel her 
take a swallow, then continue to take my semen. 

Eight seconds... nine... ten... eleven...

I am at the edge.

Twelve seconds... thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... 

Suddenly, my eyes begin to see bright flashes and my 
ears roar. My semen is still shooting into her mouth, I 
feel it still. I begin to cross over the edge. I am 
very light headed. 

Sixteen seconds... seventeen... eighteen... nineteen...

Then I begin to fade. The strangulation from the tight 
noose around my neck is delivering me. All starts to go 
dark.

Twenty seconds... twenty-one... twenty-two... twenty-
three... 

My eyes close. My body relaxes and goes very limp. My 
semen is still oozing from my stiff organ and she is 
still taking it in her mouth while licking me and 
sucking.

I am over the edge. I am unconscious. I am executed! 
BLACKNESS!

The lady is still milking my semen as she feels my body 
go limp. Once she feels me hanging very still, she 
raises her head. She swallows the mouthful she has and 
she looks up at my body: My face, dark purple, but 
looking peaceful. My eyes and mouth are closed. 

She eyes the very tight noose digging into my skin. My 
neck looks stretched. The strangulation is very sexy to 
her. A minute goes by, then two minutes. She steps back 
to 'observe' my body hanging from the gallows beam. I 
look exceptionally sexy to her. 

She picks up the wine bottle and her glass and pours 
herself a drink. She washes the semen down. 'This wine 
never tasted so good.' she thinks. She refills her 
glass and looks up at me, my life slipping away for her 
pleasure. Three minutes pass, then four, then five. She 
approaches me one last time and draws some more semen 
still oozing from my penis. Another drink. Then she 
sets the glass and bottle down and bend over. 

She unties the silk chord around my ankles and allows 
my legs to dangle free. Then she goes around to my back 
and unties my wrists, allowing my arms to dangle freely 
at my sides. She then walks around and stands a few 
feet away from me and watches. Six minutes, then seven, 
then eight, then nine, then ten. 

She picks up her glass and raises it to me: "To you, 
Zack darling. Hope you enjoy eternity."

Twelve minutes pass, then fourteen. Now beyond the 
point of return. My head has been deprived of blood and 
oxygen too long. 

Sixteen minutes... eighteen, then twenty. 

A check of my pulse: still there, but very, very weak 
hardly there at all. A little longer. Twenty-two 
minutes, twenty-four, twenty-six. My pulse is gone. My 
body is at rest. My execution is now complete. 

She continues to watch my limp, lifeless body. The rope 
creaks from my weight, yet she continues to watch. 
"Sweet dreams Zack," as she dresses and leaves, while 
first cleaning any surfaces that she might have touched 
bare handed.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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