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A hanging story based upon a fantasy developed whilst
on a vacation on the south coast of England - if you
recognise the location then nothing included is
anything to do with the current owners.


	
	
		
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Thanks Napoleon (A Hanging Story)

By Rick (richcoops18@yahoo.com)

Why should I want to thank Napoleon? Particularly when a hanging
fantasy should be coming up? Well if he hadn't decided to invade
England the British Army would never have needed to defend the
south coast and I  wouldn't have just about the best place in the
world to play out my fantasies.

A Martello Tower is a small round fort, right on the coast,
designed to house a small garrison and to delay the Frenchies
long enough for the army to turn up and see them off. There were
two floors, with the entrance on the second. Most are derelict
but some have been turned into houses. Very thick walls, a bit
dark with only two high windows but excellent as a weekend home.

The one I bought is near a village called Dymchurch, with a big
sandy beach right in front and no high ground nearby to see what
goes on the top. Somebody had done most of the work, but I had
little extra conversion work in mind. In the lower floor, a wine
cellar (the cell), with a number of rings set into the wall (for
both short and long term bondage) and a number of lantern hooks
(well, for guess what). A couple of big mirrors on both floors
(gives more light) and on the roof a child's swing (quickly
converts into a gallows). I can then do a few summer lets to pay
the mortgage, with nobody noticing what I really had in mind.

I put aside a couple of weeks for 'maintenance', move in on my
own, and then off to the chat rooms. I started with the Yahoo
Groups but they keep getting shut down   and almost everyone
seemed to fantasise but nobody wanted to do. However, I found
some that the real players turn up at, so normally I can find a
partner. I don't mind which way, I'll hang you if you want, or
you can hang me (well actually I do mind, my first priority is
me, but if you insist). 

The other thing I like to do is dress up. Let me describe what I
am doing. Well, typing at the PC firstly, of course, but with my
gear on. The 'gear' starts with some PVC briefs with zips. I zip
them up with my cock and balls out, then put on a PVC vest. A
quick break to slip in a good sized butt plug and then PVC
trousers, everything in black. I put on a soft collar, then a
laced helmet, followed by long gloves. Finally a well worn in
posture collar and a PVC Mac.

Tonight I have on a red shortie trench coat. I have also strapped
myself up, ankles and above and below the knees and got ready
some wrist and elbow straps. Why strapped up? Because, basically,
I find it really comfortable. And why the red coat? It is part of
the deal Julie and I made. 

I met Julie in the chat room a week ago and we have spent about
six hours going through our fantasies. She is going to arrive in
about half an hour and the deal is:

We are both in Red Coats we both go for it, me first. 
I am in Red and she is Black, then she hangs and I don't
If I am in Black and she is in Red, then I get hung and she
doesn't
If we are both in Black, her first, me second

Of course the noose is there, ready. I keep it simple, a large
ring, a stool and another ring on the wall to tie off to,

I have been ready for two hours now and am beginning to get
worried. The last two didn't turn up, but then would you? I can't
hear outside because of the thickness of the walls, only a knock
on the door..........

Four hours later   well she came, in more senses than one. She
was in Red, almost the same as me. She had obviously got the
message, under the coat was a tight bustier, with a mini skirt
and some long patent thigh boots (I forgot to mention, I wear
patent leather knee boots as well, ladies style but with a medium
heel  as I fall off the high ones). She had her long black hair
pulled back into a ponytail and as I opened the door she slipped
on a highwayman mask. She had finished it off with a short pair
of gloves and a narrow collar. And she was pretty, quite a bit
younger than me and totally turned me on.

She was also ready. She looked me up and down, saw my red coat
and saw the newly removed straps laid on the floor. "Turn round"
were the first words she said. I obeyed instantly. She placed my
wrists together and bound then tightly, then my elbows as tight
as they could go. "Show me where", so I walked towards the
stairs. She picked up the other straps and a ball gag and
followed. 

As I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and could see
the noose, there were two sets of thoughts going through my mind,
"what am I doing with letting somebody I have never met do this
to me" and "this is the most exciting thing I have ever done".  I
stopped and waited for instruction. Julie was in control and that
was it. 

 She walked over to the stool, tested the noose, slipping it up
and down and then checked the wall fixing. "Here", pointing at
the floor behind the stool. I walked across. My mouth was dry, my
sphincter gripped on the plug and I felt a bit heady. I stopped
behind the stool. 

Julie selected the ball gag and said "Yes" and nodded. I nodded
back. "Like in your chat", "Yes" I said. "Say what", "Hang me,
please" I said. "Good", Julie then inserting the ball gag and
tightening it. She then took a red bag from the material as her
PVC coat and slipped it over my head. The light just shined
through but everything became red.

She left me standing for a few seconds and then slipped over the
noose, tightening it behind my neck. Real fear started but my
cock also hardened inside my trousers. She undid my fly, held on
to my cock and said "Up". I stepped up to where I knew where the
stool had been, with Julie using my cock to steer me in the right
direction. She let go and then a couple of seconds later I felt
the rope tighten. She pulled tight but not too tight, just
holding me in place, so I wouldn't topple over. She then used the
straps on my knees and ankles so I was completely bound, unable
to move. It was difficult to breathe, with a PVC bag over my head
and a ball gag. I could feel the rope but it was not yet tight  
but not for long. Gradually I could feel her pulling it up. I
went on to my toes. I squirmed a little, which tightened the
noose and let me down a little, but was soon back on my toes,
with the heels of my boots off the stool. At this point she must
have tied off the rope because the pulling upwards stopped. I
could still get air in but it was hard work, with a gag, a hood
and a noose all doing their best to asphyxiate me.

Julie's voice then changed; instead of harsh commands she started
talking quite softly, telling me about pleasure, the ultimate
pleasure I was going to experience. How she would make me feel
like nothing I could ever imagine feeling. Whilst she talked she
stroked me; quite hard because of all my PVC layers but in a way
that made me totally relax. Then she started kissing me, on my
boots, on my legs and then around my cock. Finally I felt her
lips enveloping the largest erection that I had ever had. Gently
first and then more quickly she sucked me off. I could feel
myself starting to come and then it was gone, the stool, it was
gone. I was hanging but all I could feel was the pain that is
more pleasure than pleasure itself. As the noose tightened I
dropped a little but my cock was still in her mouth. Then I came
and enough sperm to double of the population of China shot into
the back of her throat.

I could feel her swallow but then the real pain started. Inside
my head I screamed "I can't breath, there's no air". Her mouth
let go but nothing else   the rope got tighter, the pain got
deeper and I started jerking at the end of the rope. Then I
started to go and the redness became dark blue. As the blackness
closed in I thought "she has really hung me" and then it was
gone, everything, it was gone.

I woke up of course, according to Julie only a couple of minutes
later but I felt I had come back from the dead. When you loose
consciousness at the end of a rope then that is it. She had
removed the noose, the bag and the gag but I was still bound and
lying on the floor beside the upturned stool. Julie was still
using her soft voice and was massaging my very sore neck. "When
you do me I want you to fuck me whilst I hang, hold me up with
your cock, keep me going for a long time". I nodded and then
croaked "yes, of course".

I was on the floor for at least twenty minutes, Julie releasing
the bindings one at a time. I felt both tired and satisfied and
already started thinking "next time". We went upstairs, had a
drink and then talked for a bit. Not about anything, just talked.
I suddenly realised that I still had my helmet on and started to
take it off but Julie lent forward, kissed it on the forehead and
then on the lips. "I don't want to see my hangman's face", she
said, standing up and putting her hands behind her back. "Hard",
so I tied her wrists as tight as I could. Then her elbows so that
they were nearly together. "Good" she said. I put a larger collar
on, fixed some manacles to her legs and added a dog lead. Instead
of downstairs, I took her up. The swing, as I said, becomes a
gallows very quickly. I looped the dog lead over the tie-off ring
and left her there whilst I collected two stools, the large one
for Julie and the smaller for me to stand on to fuck her whilst
she swung. The ball gag was too big so I used tape to keep her
quiet   you don't want a late night dog walker hearing screams.
The same routine   hood, step up and tie off. I worked out how I
needed to stand then played with her clit for a bit. I undid the
coat so I could see her gear and all of the boots: they were
really high and really shining and would look really good
swinging there. I then moved her legs apart and rammed my cock
in, causing the rope to tighten and Julie to gasp, despite the
tape. I could reach her knees, so I used one of my belts to tie
them together, holding me in. I then held on to the side of her
skirt, raised one foot and pushed the stool away. 

As the rope tightened I had to bend my knees a bit but that only
made it better. I could thrust hard, provide a little support
with my hands and cock but feel Julie quivering all over. Then
she came, almost convulsively. Then again. Then I let go in both
senses, coming and leaving go of her. Julie jerked and then
seemed to vibrate all over, coming again. I then stepped back and
admired her, a pretty PVC clad girl dangling at the end of a
rope, my cum running down into her thigh boots.

Where is Julie now whilst I type this? Still there. I had thought
about a stranger doing something to me that could end up with me
dead and I guess she did to. Trouble was for her, she was right.
I like looking at them hanging there until everything has stopped
and a bit more. What next? The tide will be in soon and I will go
netting for fish and Julie will join the other two as a meal for
the conger eels that I know live in the wreck just offshore. 

I have noticed that "Gasper" wants to chat but I normally find
names like that are only chosen by the fantasists, not the doers.
And tomorrow I use the keys in her purse to take her cark to the
Airport Car Park and will go and remove her PC from her flat; I
shall dress like a service engineer as nobody asks them why they
are removing a computer.





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