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A Hell of an Evening Out
by A. P. Damien and Ozymandius (1995)

***

This story includes descriptions of a woman being choked 
while necking, a hand job, and an internal fantasy of 
her rape and murder by strangling. (MF, cons, apx)

***

CLICK

It's been a nice evening. Pizza and beer for dinner, 
dancing at an offbeat place I know about.

She sure is a sexy dancer, and she'd grab me and start 
necking every time we got off the dance floor and into 
an out of the way corner.

Lots of time to talk, kiss, and look into each other's 
eyes; a little light necking when we thought nobody was 
looking. Not that I have any objections, you understand; 
she's also a great necker.

Then we got caught in traffic on the way over here; 
there was a truck accident of some kind on the freeway 
and we got stuck in a solid, unmoving jam for 20 
minutes. Other people may have gotten hot under the 
collar, but we found a way to pass the time. Come to 
think of it, we got hot, too.

But then the traffic started moving again and I had to 
pay attention to my driving; it seemed to take forever 
to get here.

By the time we get here the beer has worn off, but I'm 
intoxicated with his clean, male scent and the feel of 
his warm body in my arms and his hands on my back, neck, 
face and shoulders. Now it's time for some serious 
necking out here with nobody else around. I guess the 
necking we did on the freeway was good for something 
besides passing the time; she practically jumps into my 
arms as soon as I turn off the engine. I barely have 
time to slide out from behind the wheel.

I'm almost as hot as she is; my hands roam all over her 
upper body, caressing her face and neck and hugging her 
tightly to me. She feels great to press up against, soft 
in all the right places; she smells real sexy too.

It's hard to see him in the moonlight, but I remember 
how he looked when we were dancing. I know I'm beautiful 
too.

He kisses me long and deep, his tongue plunging into my 
throat as I moan heavily. I press my tongue against his, 
feeling its wet warmth in my mouth and then pushing my 
tongue into his mouth so he moans too.

Soon she's breathing even faster than I am. I break the 
kiss and turn her head so I can nibble gently on her 
earlobe.

He breathes warmly onto my ear for a few seconds, then 
takes my earlobe between his teeth. I sigh, and he 
nibbles it gently, then harder until it's almost 
painful. I moan louder.

I reach down and pull the release lever for her seat -- 
she always has trouble with that -- and she reclines her 
seat almost all the way back.

I stretch my hands way over my head and he ties them 
together, then over the back of the seat and down to the 
frame below.

I like her helpless, at my mercy; it gets me really 
excited.

It makes me feel helpless, shivery, weak, excited, and 
this isn't the first time. The things he does to me are 
scary, but they turn me on. No, they turn me on because 
they're scary.

I leave her earlobe so I can plant a long warm kiss in 
the hollow of her neck. Just thinking about her neck 
makes me hot, and looking at it and kissing it is 
just... so... right now.

He presses his warm lips against the hollow of my neck 
and I get so excited I feel weak and shivery. My 
nostrils are again full of his scent, and I'm sure he's 
just...

She smells great, and I can see her nipples erect under 
her thin blouse....as intoxicated by the perfume I 
bought last week. I can feel my nipples pressing against 
the fabric of my blouse, and I'm sure he knows they're 
erect by now.

"I'm ready," I whisper.

He pulls back, takes another piece of rope out of his 
pocket and loops it around my neck.

I wrap it twice around her neck and tie an overhand knot 
at the back of her neck, leaving the ends dangling loose 
over her shoulders. This has become part of our ritual, 
I choke her slowly while we kiss... it makes us both so 
excited we can hardly stand it.

I grab her and kiss her again, and again our tongues 
fight in her mouth. I keep this up until she's panting 
good and hard and really needs her breath.

And soon we're panting like we've been running a race. 
And now, when I'm breathing hard like this...

I wrap the ends of the rope around my hands for a good 
grip and slowly pull them apart.

I tense up as the rope starts to tighten around my neck; 
this is scary even though I enjoy it.

So I start kissing her again; I bite her lower lip 
gently, then push my tongue into her mouth.

I relax a little as the context changes from danger to 
sex; the rope starts to cut off my air and the sound of 
her breath rasping in her throat makes me even hornier.

But there's something I've been wondering about. I've 
been nerving myself up to ask her about this, and I 
finally decide there's no time like the present. I break 
off the kiss and ease up on the rope so she can talk.

"Something wrong?" I ask. I'm surprised because our 
usual ritual is to kiss like this for several minutes 
until I'm weak and almost unbearably excited.

"No," I answer, "I was just wondering why you go for 
this. I get turned on by your struggling to breathe and 
by the sight of the rope biting into your neck. But what 
do you get out of it?"

I have to pause a moment; I never really put it into 
words. Slowly, thinking it out as I go along, I tell 
him, "Well, it's partly the danger... I've always been 
excited by... taking chances... When we do this I'm... 
trusting you with my breath... with my life. 
Sometimes... I fantasize about... if you got angry 
because I won't have sex with you."

I can still see the rope biting into her neck, and her 
voice is harsh and raspy, not her usual melodious alto.

"I'd like to hear about your fantasy," I say. This is 
starting to sound exciting.

Even in the moonlight I can see that his eyes are 
gleaming with excitement.

"Well, alright but keep in mind that it's just a 
fantasy. I figure we've been almost-lovers for long 
enough I can trust you with this. 

Anyway, here's what I think about sometimes:

"We start out as usual, kissing while you strangle me 
oh, so slowly, with that rope; not too much at first but 
you slowly pull harder and I have to work more to 
breathe. We keep kissing like that until I'm almost too 
excited to take it anymore, then I pull back. As always, 
you push my limits and keep the rope tight around my 
neck. I'm used to that, you usually watch the rope bite 
into my neck while you jack off.

"I always worry about that part, that you'll get so 
involved with your own pleasure that you'll pull too 
hard or too long. It's scary, and that makes me even 
more excited, and I usually come about the same time you 
do.

"But in my fantasy it's not an accident. I imagine you 
resentful because I go out with you two or three times a 
week, but won't have sex with you, won't go down on you, 
won't even give you a hand job. I think about your 
frustration making you forget the good part, that you 
can find other girls for sex but not for this rope play, 
not very many. Most girls would be gone like a shot if 
you even suggested it.

"So you've been building up this anger against me, and 
when I break off the kiss you slowly pull the rope a 
little tighter; I go from rasping to snoring. That makes 
me more afraid, and I struggle to get my hands loose. I 
pull against the ropes, trying to slip my wrists out of 
them; I jerk as hard as I can to try to break them but 
they're way too strong."

As she tells this fantasy, I slowly pull the rope 
tighter, so she has to struggle for each breath and I 
can hear it rasp in her throat. I kiss her again, hard 
and deep.

"Go on," I murmur, more excited than ever.

I ask you what's going on, but it's just a whisper, I 
can't get anything more out past the rope around my 
neck.

"And I don't answer, I just pull the rope a little 
tighter."

I nip her ear again.

I close my eyes to see it better before I go on, "You 
look keenly at my neck where the rope is wrapped around 
it. It's biting deeper than ever before and you can see 
the blood pooling in my neck and my mouth open wide, 
gasping for air. You watch as my chest heaves, trying 
vainly to get more air, and the sight makes you harder. 
Your penis throbs and jumps with excitement. And once 
you have me helpless like this, there's nothing to stop 
you from enjoying my body."

"Yes," I hiss tensely, "I tear open your shirt and start 
kissing your nipples, licking and sucking them."

"You never release your grip on the rope."

"No, in fact I pull it tighter, but slowly. I don't want 
you to die too fast."

"You plant kisses on the sensitive undersides of my 
breasts and the skin between them. I realize there's no 
way I can stop you, and try even harder to get my hands 
free so I can push you away."

"I rip your panties off -- I could easily do it right 
now -- and open my jeans to free my aroused cock."

"You feel my pussy lips and find them already swollen. 
Your probing finger finds my button and, in spite of my 
fear, I jump with the pleasure of it. You can feel that 
I'm already wet, so you push your way into my virgin 
slit."

"You try to scream, but can only manage a groaning 
gurgle. I push my way in slowly, feeling your body jerk 
as you struggle against me. You thrash your head around, 
trying to jerk the rope out of my hand."

"You watch as I struggle for air, gasping like a fish 
out of water, but no air comes with the rope tight like 
that. My head starts to thrash around as I fight for 
breath, then my whole body starts thrashing as I 
struggle harder and harder."

"And I pull the rope even harder, thrusting slowly in 
and out of your body and feeling it struggle around me. 
I ease all the way in and hold still with my hips 
pressed against yours; I don't want to come too soon."

"My eyes stare in horror as I start to really believe 
that you're going to kill me. I struggle harder, my 
chest heaving and my body jerking around as I try to 
pull air in or get my hands free."

"Your thrashing body is all the movement I need, so I 
keep my own hips still and enjoy the sensation of your 
struggle for air. Your eyes bulge and your tongue 
protrudes as your body tries to pull air into your lungs 
and push blood up to your brain, but by now the rope is 
way too tight for that."

"In only a couple of minutes my vision blurs and my head 
pounds, I hear a roaring sound as my struggles get 
weaker and weaker. Just as my world goes away I start 
coming; I just can't help it, the fear and the sex make 
me so excited. You resume thrusting as you feel my 
struggles weaken. Finally my body starts convulsing 
again and you know I'm dying."

I've been slowly pulling the rope tighter as she tells 
me this story and my voice is now only a whisper.

I lean closer to hear the last few sentences and I 
suddenly nibble on his ear. 

I jump and pull the rope tighter, then remember and 
loosen up and continue the fantasy. "I thrust harder and 
faster and manage to come just before your last 
convulsions stop. It's the greatest come I've ever had. 
I collapse on top of your still-warm body, drinking in 
the sightless stare in your eyes."

"You hold on for another minute or so to make sure, then 
you clean yourself and the car up. You've been 
forgetting all about the murder charges when the police 
find out, so you hurriedly find a place to bury my body. 
You hope it won't be found until it can't be identified, 
because people know we've been going together."

He leans over and kisses me again and we resume our 
normal pattern, but I can't keep it up for long; I'm 
already nearly gasping for every breath. In less than a 
minute I'm panting as hard as I can just to keep up with 
my need for air, so I break off the kiss and pull away 
to let him look at my neck with the rope biting into it 
while he masturbates.

But instead, he looks at me with an evil grin.

She's expecting me to stop and jack off at this point, 
but...

He decides to give me a thrill...

But think she'll enjoy it once she figures out I don't 
really mean it.

"Thanks for the suggestion," I grin evilly at her, as I 
pull the rope tighter around her neck. She starts to 
struggle, but I'm already gasping for breath. I start to 
panic, afraid that he's going to kill me for real.

I watch entranced as her neck turns red below the rope 
and she pants harder. But I'm also incredibly excited by 
the danger and fear.

She struggles against the bonds, and I can see her chest 
muscles working; her mouth opens wide and her nostrils 
flare as she gasps for air, but I only get a little bit. 
It's better than nothing, but it's not nearly enough.

I continue slowly pulling the rope tighter, and watch as 
I twist and struggle to get my hands free or at least 
get a little more air, but I get less and less all the 
time.

I watch her breasts heave as her body struggles for air. 
She jerks her hands hard against the rope, but it's much 
too strong for her and I tied it good and tight. She 
brings her head up toward me, then pulls away suddenly, 
trying to jerk the rope out of my hand, but I'm holding 
on too tightly.

I know there's no use struggling, that I'm completely at 
his mercy and he'll kill me if he wants to, that I'm 
just wasting what little air I have. But my body betrays 
me and keeps struggling; I can hear my feet kicking 
against the dashboard and feel my heart racing in fear. 
My body thrashes all over the seat and my chest heaves 
in a desperate attempt to pull in some air.

I pull the rope tighter yet, enjoying the sight of her 
body twisting and jerking in the seat, her feet kicking 
spasmodically against the dashboard and floorboards, 
producing an irregular drumming sound. She can struggle 
all she wants, it won't do any good; she doesn't get to 
breathe again until I decide to let her. I get 
incredibly turned on looking at the rope biting deeply 
into her neck.

She's looking at me with fear in her eyes, but I can see 
excitement in them, too. Her body is thrashing all over 
the seat, and her back is arched, pushing her breasts 
way forward; it looks incredibly sexy.

I can hear my pulse loud in my ears. Then there's a 
break in the sound and my fear turns to utter terror as 
I realize what it means: my heart has skipped a beat. 
There's another skipped beat, then another. I can't last 
much longer like this.

Her face is nearly purple from the backed-up blood, her 
eyes are almost sightless and starting to bulge, her 
tongue starts to protrude and her struggles start to 
slow down.

I see spots in front of me, even though it's really too 
dim to see much, then everything starts to get red.

It's time to let go now.

I'm nearly out of it when he suddenly loosens the rope 
and kisses me passionately. I try to summon the strength 
to return the kiss with the excitement I feel, but I'm 
too weak. As my surroundings become real again I notice 
that.

I unzip my jeans and start jacking off. I start slowly, 
watching her pant, her face still purple from when I 
choked her, but I gradually speed up. I'm nearly at the 
stage where I have to come when...

"Gnggg!" (my throat's really sore)

"Stop for a moment and untie my hands." I'm so excited 
I'm having trouble breathing again.

I'm a little annoyed by this interruption, but I'm also 
worried; she still seems to have a little trouble 
breathing. So I stop and untie her hands. She takes a 
few deep breaths, then surprises the hell out of me.

I spit onto my hand and grab his penis. I'm soooo 
excited I just have to do something.

It feels warm and wet, much better than my own dry hand.

"Pull a little so you can see the rope bite," I tell him 
as I stroke him slowly up and down.

I pull just until I can see the rope dig in. Her hand 
speeds up as I get more excited; now it's me who's 
having trouble breathing. Her hand seems to get frantic,

"Pull harder!" I'm so frustrated I almost scream, "Make 
me work for every breath." I'm moving my hand up and 
down as fast as I can.

I pull more, and hear her breath rasp in her throat and 
my muscles heave, but now I can get enough air as long 
as I breathe hard enough and remember to take long, slow 
breaths.

The effect is really erotic, especially with her erect 
nipples poking into her thin blouse. I watch the rope 
digging into her neck as her hand strokes faster and 
faster. After a dizzying few moments of excitement I 
come, screaming with pleasure and spasming repeatedly;

I'm nearly whitted out with the pleasure of it.

When I notice her again I see, I reach down with my 
other hand and finger myself; I'm so excited I come in 
only a few seconds. Usually I manage to keep silent or 
just moan a little, but this is just too good for that;

I hear her scream my name as I loosen the rope around 
her neck.

***

I think that's what got me thinking about maybe starting 
a relationship with him instead of just casual dating. I 
really enjoyed that aspect of our necking. Where would I 
find someone else I could trust to go as far as I needed 
any given time yet not lose control and kill me or 
something.

And, as on that date, he always seemed to know when to 
push my limits and when to back off.

I just somehow sensed it was what you needed. And if 
that's what led you to shack up with me, I'm really glad 
I pushed you that time.

CLICK

"Thank you, Paul and Susan, for cooperating with our 
survey on how bondage brought couples together. I'm 
pleased you were willing to share such a sensitive story 
with our research team.

"Rest assured that what you've told us will remain 
confidential and this tape will be burned as soon as 
it's transcribed. The transcription will omit all names 
and details that could identify you."

"You're quite welcome, Professor. It was our pleasure."

"Yes Professor. Telling it was almost like experiencing 
it again. In fact, I can hardly wait to get home with 
Paul!"

END

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