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The Many Fetishes of Gwen	By : Flashlight Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 12277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Asphyxiation... Normally, when a person gets suffocated, they would try to fight their way out. I couldn't blame them; oxygen is very expendable, and one could die within minutes if no oxygen is present. Some people are turned on by asphyxiation despite instinctively fighting against the sensation. For my experience with erotic asphyxiation, it was quite a tale.

Between Total Drama World Tour and Total Drama Revenge of the Island, the thought of being suffocated for the sake of sexual arousal compelled me. It started out as a mere fantasy I had. I've sketched plenty of kinky pictures, and erotic asphyxiation is no exception. Personally, I preferred hanging over other forms of suffocation. Hangings were once used as capital punishment, and to get punished by hanging from a noose sounds arousing to a masochist like me, although one can consider hangings morbid. I'm nowhere near as gothic as Reaper, Pixie Corpse, or Marilyn, and Crimson and Ennui puts all three of my buddies to shame; however, I still have some taste in the dark, hence my interest in a variety of fetishes. Hanging sounded like something I wanna try, though rather occasionally.

Months before Total Drama Revenge of the Island, I was sketching in my pad when my mom knocked on my door. I have to say, my mom may not be a goth at all, but she was definitely onto something.

“Yes, mom?” I asked.

My mom entered my bedroom, and boy, was she in for a sight. “Hey dear... What's... up..?”

My mom's speech slowed down as soon as she saw what was in my sketch pad. I didn't mind the reaction; in fact, it is normal for someone to get surprised upon seeing morbid imagery. “Nothing much, mom. I'm just sketching in my pad.”

“Cool. Your sketches seem kinda...”

“Heh. I know.” I closed my sketchpad, then put it in the top drawer of my nightstand. I then sat up facing my sexy mom. “Is there anything you need?”

“Yeah... Uhh...”

“What is it..?”

“Well, umm...”

“Yeah?” I snapped my fingers as close to my mom's face as I could. “Out with it.”

“Well... I came up with a new... idea, but first... How do you feel about having your neck trapped between a loop of rope?”

“Honestly, I've been thinking about what it'd be like to get hanged.”

“Oh, really?” My mom blinked twice.

“Yeah.”

“Good.... Now, I know you're a goth and all, so I felt this idea would appeal to girls like you. What if you're a prisoner on death row?”

I raised my eyebrow at the proposal. “Oh, a prison execution? In that case, I'd prefer to be executed by hanging or burning at the stake.”

“Well, I know capital punishment is illegal here in Canada, so I decided to do a little research in order to find another setting. Washington and New Hampshire are the only two states that still carry out hangings, so setting our next film at a Washington or New Hampshire prison would make the film quite realistic in these modern times.”

“What state did you go with?”

“Washington.”

“Good choice.” I winked at my mom.

“Thank you. Hey, uhh...” My mom looked to her left, then her right. “Where do you keep the lifelike dummies?”

“They're in the closet underneath the stairs.”

“Thank you, Gwen.” My mom went back out of my room as I followed her. Once we made it back to the first floor, my mom went to the stairway closet. There, my mom grabbed a life-sized dummy bearing my likeness. “What do you think?”

“That's a dummy I'd like to dress up any day.” Gwen chuckled.

“Good. Now, let's set it up.”

We set everything up at our basement. We assembled a real gallows with bolts for securing the noose, a trapdoor for the drop, a lever to trigger the trapdoor, and a flight of stairs to push the condemned up. After that, we set up a tripwire, put a small desk with sex toys on the gallows, and put a jug of water and a knife on the sidelines. I put on a customary prison uniform with an orange shirt and a pair of orange pants that reached down to my ankles. My mom, on the other hand, wore a skimpy police uniform.

“So, are you ready, Gwen?” My mom was tying my wrists behind my back with some rope.

“Yes, mom.”

“Good...” My mom finished tying my wrists up. “Now, people like suspense, so I shall walk you to the gallows once the camera starts rolling. Is that okay, dear?”

“Yep.”

“Good... Now... Action!” My mom pressed the power button on the camera. As soon as my mom stepped on the tripwire, the sound effect of a crowd booing me played. “Move it, bitch!”

I started walking as soon as my mom started pushing me. I was forced to keep up my pace as my mom took me to my “doom.” As soon as I reached the stairway of the gallows, I stopped, only for my mom to start pushing me up.

“Go on... Get up there!”

My mom forced me upstairs all the way to the top of the gallows. I was forced to stand upon the trapdoor as I awaited my fate. The gallows seemed large enough to take the lives of two victims, but I was clearly the only victim of this execution ceremony. My mom put the noose around my neck and tightened the noose just enough to give me room to breathe before the drop. The knot of the noose sat under and behind my right ear, waiting to strangle me as soon as I fall. Once my mom finished putting the noose around my neck, she pulled out a piece of paper and began reading it. “Gwen Blackheart. For the crime of adultery, you are hereby sentenced to death. Before we carry out the execution, I shall ask you one question. Do you have any last words or last wishes?”

As compelling as the situation was, it was also a risk of death on my end. Erotic asphyxiation is a deadly fetish, so if you're not careful, you're pretty much screwed. “I'm in the mood for one last sex session.”

“Very well.” My mom groped my breasts. “You wanted a sex session, so you'll get a sex session, courtesy of me.” My mom continued to grope my breasts, making me want to moan like a bitch. “Your boobs felt really nice under your suit, bitch.”

“Thank you, officer...”

“No problem.”

My mom pulled my pants down to my knees, revealing my black panties. My mom soon began rubbing me down. I started to moan from my mom's lovely touch. Whether I die on the noose or live through a near-death experience, I knew the session would totally be worth it. My mom leaned to my ear and whispered a sweet question. “Enjoying it, my soon-to-be-dead cunt?”

“Uh-huh.” I softly nodded.

“Good...” My mom pulled her fingers out of my panties. “Let's kick it up a notch...” My mom walked to the desk sitting next to the trap door. She then grabbed a twelve-inch strap-on and put it around her waist. My mom walked in front of me, ready to have her way with my pussy. My mom pulled my pants and panties all the way down, giving me room to spread my legs. Soon, my mom picked my up and began fucking me missionary style. “You'll have a fun death, Gwen.”

“Heh. Indeed I would, officer.”

My mom began making out with me as she fucked my pussy. I moaned as I had what may be the last sex session I'll ever have. My mom kept fucking me with the large dildo until the moment I came.

As soon as we were finished, my mom pulled me off of her “dick,” then gently lowered me back onto the trapdoor, wanting to let me adjust my footing to the trapdoor below me. As soon as I managed to put my feet back on the ground, my mom put my panties and pants back on my body. “I hope you enjoyed it, Gwen.” Soon after my mom put the strap-on back on the desk, she walked back down the flight of stairs. My mom walked to the lever of the gallows, then grabbed it. My mom looked at me during what may be the last few seconds my feet would touch the ground. “Ready?”

“Ready, ma'am.”

“Very well. Enjoy the afterlife.”

As soon as my mom pulled the lever, the trapdoor opened below my feet. I fell a good 50 centimeters before the noose tugged against my neck. I felt like I was a half an inch taller as soon as my neck started stretching between the sturdy rope. I flailed my legs around and shook my body around trying to escape death. My struggles proved only to give my mom an entertaining death dance. My face turned red as time went by, and I began drooling uncontrollably. My struggles grew tamer and tamer as my neck got squeezed. After two minutes, my vision began to blacken. No longer did I struggle; instead, I began to twitch and jerk in the air. At the same time, my togue crawled out of my mouth, searching for air as the noose held my neck in a tight, painful grip. I looked at myself one last time and noticed that I began peeing my pants. At the same time, my face turned purple. For a few more minutes, I twitched like I had an epileptic seizure; soon, everything went black. I was out cold for two minutes until... Splash!

“What the?! Where am I? Is this Heaven?”

“No, Gwen...”

I felt myself and noticed that my mom splashed ice-cold water onto my face. Luckily, none of it got on my jumpsuit... Not from the paper cup. I looked at my jumpsuit and noticed that it was covered in my piss. Good thing I pooped in the bathroom an hour before the film, or else the situation could've been worse.

“My... You choked until you peed your pants, Gwen.”

“Whoops..!” I laughed for a bit. “My bad..!”

“Now, let's take that outfit off of your body and put it on the dummy.”

“Got it.”

My mom untied my hands. She stepped back and watched as I stripped right in front of her. Man, did my mom love the sight of my naked body. I walked up to my inanimate lookalike then played a little dress up because that's what you do with dolls. I walked off the set and watched as my mom put the dummy on the noose. “I” hung there like a lifeless corpse as the real me stood by the camera, ready to roll the next scene.

“Okay... Action!”

As soon as the camera rolling, the camera focused on “my lifeless body.” My mom walked up to the “corpse” and checked its pulse.

“Such a slut...” My mom pulled out a knife, then began to cut the rope. “Too bad I can't fuck dead people.” My mom shuddered before finishing off the slice. My “body” fell ten feet down before landing with a thud. My mom went downstairs, then picked the corpse up. My mom took the corpse to a wooden coffin, but before she could do anything else... “Cut!”

I stopped the film as soon as I heard my mom's orders. My mom walked up to me, then grabbed my wrist. “Back in the film you go, Gwen.”

“You mean... I'm back in? What should I do?”

“Jump scare.” My mom giggled.

“Okay, mom.” I took the dummy out, then undressed it. I put my shirt and piss-covered pants back on before I took the dummy off the scene. I then got in the coffin and closed my eyes, as if I'm pretending to be dead.

“Okay... Action!” As soon as my mom flipped a tripwire, the camera's started rolling again. My mom closed my coffin, then took it off the table. My mom carried my coffin on her back down the hall before dumping me onto the ground. What a rude way to treat a corpse! To make up for it, however, my mom kissed me on the lips. I lied there for some time before...

“Rawr!” I jumped at my mom.

“Eek!” My mom jumped back, then ran off.

I laughed for sometime, then turned to the camera. “We'll see you next time.” I winked to the camera before my mom cut the film.

“That was pretty nice, Gwen. So... Do you like being hanged?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Let's consider hangings whenever you feel like doing some dark pornos.”

“Got it, mom.”

Hanging is not the most advisable thing to do if you want to get yourself off, but if you're into erotic asphyxiation, it's worth a shot. Make sure you have a watchful partner on your side or else the experience will make a turn for the worst. After the film, I decided to do something more relaxing for the holidays, and I do mean relaxing.

Author's Notes: I've contacted AFF admins about autoerotic asphyxiation long before posting this chapter. They suggested I add the "Contro" and "Other" tags for the topic at hand, so I took the time to add the tags when I felt that AFF needed the last three chapters of the story.
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