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Attached is a new hanging story for posting.

Rick

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Climbing Ropes Make Good Nooses   by Rick, Feb 2005 (m/f,
hanging, non-snuff, consensual)

The campsite was right down in the valley below some of the most
impressive mountains I have ever seen. The Eiger, the Monch and
the Jungfrau   the Ogre, the Monk and the Young Lady   were the
most well know but the Bernese Oberland seemed to have impressive
peaks as far as you could see in both directions. We had come for
a walking trip and according to my partner there was no chance we
were going anywhere which involved rock faces or snow and ice. I
had some of my old climbing gear with me but only for
emergencies; last time I had been here one of the guys had
slipped walking along a path and a rope had been very useful for
getting him back up.

The first two days we took it easy. In fact on the first we
cheated and took the train up to Kleine Schiedegg and walked back
down. However, on day three we had gone high above Grindlewald,
along what I thought were the easy paths, but Mo clearly thought
were risking instant death at every step. 'I thought you said if
we came to Switzerland we would be looking at the views not
climbing into them' she muttered. 'I've seen young kids up here'
I said in return, stopping all forms of conversation. Even
pointing out an Ibex and the Chamoix on the glacier below didn't
get a response.

That evening I offered a meal at a restuarant rather than cooking
our own. All Mo said was 'I'll think about it' and 'I'm going for
a shower'. I tried to work out what I should do next   a camping
trip where you weren't talking to each other wouldn't really
work. However, the problem was soon solved. Mo was walking back
from the shower block with another woman (girl more like) and was
obviously getting on really well.

'This is Dawn' she said 'she thinks we have the same problem, but
the other way around'. She went on to explain that Dawn's husband
had slipped whilst they were climbing and hurt his shoulder. He
could walk but couldn't climb and Dawn was getting frustrated
with sticking to the paths. The husband, Bill, was happy to do
the tourist bit rather that sit around   'so  why don't you go
climbing with Dawn and I will take Bill down to the lake'. I
explained that it was years since I had 'got my hands on' but
Dawn was keen, so I said that I was up for it. I was held to the
offer of the restaurant and ended up paying for Dawn and Bill as
well. It was agreed there that Dawn and I would set out really
early so there was no danger of avalanche and that I would
supplement my old stuff  with some of Bill's kit.

The sun was not up when Dawn arrived at our tent. She had brought
enough equipment for an assault on Everest, including ropes,
slings, karibiners, crampons and an ice axe. I kissed Mo on the
forehead and left her in her sleeping bag and joined Dawn
outside. She clearly had a good idea where we would be going, so
I left her totally in charge. I got together some food and drink
and packed it into one of our cool boxes. 'You can't take that
where we are going' Dawn said. I agreed but said we would leave
it somewhere safe before the serious climbing started and that I
would be starved starting this early.

After about 15 minutes I regretted the decision, although I did
not say so. The box was difficult to carry and heavy. I struggled
with it for until an hour was up and then announced we should
find somewhere to leave it. We were in the woods at the bottom of
the first rock face and had moved away from the marked tracks.
There was a small clearing visible with a few trees with large
branches edging it, so I went behind one, looped my old rope
around the box, slung the other end over the branch and hoisted
the box up out of sight. I explained to Dawn that it would help
keep it cool and that there was little likelyhood of the local
scavengers finding a way in.

We had just about the best day I had had for some time. We  got
well above the snowline, even standing on top of one of the minor
peaks. I was glad of Bill's gear,  particularly the ice axe and
the crampons, and and was highly impressed with Dawn's climbing
skills. We started down as soon as the snow began to get soft and
were back on grass and rock before midday. We did a couple of
scrambles over small faces and then headed down to the clearing
to find our lunch.

I lowered the box, slipped the loop of rope off and took out our
lunch. Like a mountain beginner, I had put in a beer which
promptly exploded as I tugged the ring pull, spraying over both
of us. Dawn laughed, making me realise how attractive she was.
'She's too young or I'm too old   or both' I thought. I divided
out the food and we sat, ate and talked, mainly about good places
to climb, with some skiing thrown in. Two or three times I saw
her look at the rope still draped over the branch of the tree. I
had used a hangman's noose, simply because it was the best for
the job   easy to tighten, keeps tight and easy to loosen as long
as too much weight is not put on it. It looked a bit threatening
but I thought nothing more and left it there.

When we had finished the meal I took my pack and, using it as a
pillow, dropped off to sleep. I couldn't have been asleep for
long as the sun hadn't moved round. I noticed that Dawn had gone
over to the rope and was sliding the knot of the noose up and
down. She glanced over to me but my eyes were still three
quarters closed, so she must have thought that I was still
asleep. She lifted the noose, slipped it over her head and
tightened the knot behind her neck. Initially she held the rope
about a foot away from her head and then reached upwards, pulling
on her neck. Then she rubbed herself between her legs through her
trousers, took hold of the other end of the rope and started
taking out the slack. 

As she reached the point at which the next tug was going to
either tighten the noose or lift her on to her toes I got up and
walked across. I've never seen anybody look more embarrassed,
ever. She let go of the rope and stood their with the noose
around her neck. 'I'm so sorry, it just fascinated me. I just had
to find out what it felt like' she muttered 'and then it turned
me on, so I tried a little more'. I was totally unsure what to
say or to do. I could see her swollen nipples through her tee
shirt, so it had definitely had an effect and she was in no hurry
to take the noose off. I said 'wait here' and walked back to my
pack, taking out one of the slings.

'Turn around'. She looked quizzically at me but did so. 'Hands
behind your back'. At first she didn't move but then slowly moved
them into position. I tied them together, tightly, took hold of
the end of the rope. 'Turn back'. She faced me. 'Shall I pull?'
She nodded. I pulled down until everything was tight and then a
little more, so her heels were raised, finally tying off the rope
to a lower branch. Her face  above the noose was red, in fact her
head was red, but although her breathing was fast it clearly was
not effected too much. 

'I've seen what happens next' I said, 'three times. This is
called auto-erotic asphyxiation. Normally it is guys that do it,
to themselves or some girl they have persuaded that it will be
good fun and they won't go to far. All the three ended up dead
[true]. I don't know what was worse, trying it out yourself or
allowing somebody you have known for less than 24 hours tie your
hands behind your back whilst you have a noose around your neck'.
Trouble was she was clearly still turned on and was finding it
difficult not to be so myself. 'How often do you have a pretty
girl completely at your mercy' I thought but turned, untied the
rope and loosened the noose. Whilst Dawn's hands were still tied
I said 'if you ever think of doing something like this again, do
so with somebody you trust, make sure you are prepared and have
stop signal arranged'. I then untied her hands and dragged the
rope down from the branch.

We hardly talked again. It occured to me that I had ended up with
two silent women, one for being to timid and one too adventurous.
We arrived at the campsite about the same time as Bill and Mo.
Everybody agreed that they had had great days (somehow the
subject of nooses and hanging did not come up) but I was very
surprised when Bill asked if we were going to do the same again,
that Dawn agreed that we should.

The next day was spent high above the village, with a long walk
in alongside the glacier, prior to some pretty easy climbing. The
views were some of the most spectacular I have ever seen. Half
way up there is a cafe   a bit on the expensive side as
everything is carried or helicoptered up   but no need for
carrying food and extra drink. After a very late lunch we sat on
the grass outside talking. Dawn suddenly said 'Sorry about
yesterday. As I said then, the noose just fascinated me. I
started by just wanting to look and then I wanted to try it. And
when I had it round my neck I just wanted to see what it would
really be like. Why did you tie my hands?' I explained that I had
wanted to frighten her and that I had seen what happened when
somebody had hanged themself. She asked why, in that case, I had
said that if I felt that way, why I had said that if she was
going to try something she should do it with somebody she
trusted. I replied 'Simple. You probably didn't get taken far
enough to totally put you off and once you have tasted the
forbidden fruit another bite is always tempting. Not advisable
but tempting'.

The subject then changed back to climbing and how we should
finish off the week. Later in the evening, when we discussed what
we should do next Bill and Mo seemed happy to agree (a little too
so in fact). However, I was enjoying myself too much to worry. 

I had a lot of trouble sleeping that night, mainly due to getting
pictures in my mind of a tied and noosed Dawn, memories of  the
thing that I had missed telling her, having thought about hanging
myself after seeing the second of the three guys, and doing so a
few weeks later, and the massive erection that came with those
thoughts.  

In the morning there was low clouds and it was clearly not going
to be possible to get up high in the mountains. We put off our
start and in the end Dawn said that she needed to get a couple of
things from the village. Mo and Bill left to catch the train to
Interlaken, so I took the chance to get some extra sleep in.
About 90 minutes later she woke me, suggesting that we went and
tried some rock climbing below the glacier. We packed up our gear
and headed off in the same direction as day one. As we approached
the cliffs, Dawn turned off towards the clearing where it had all
happened. To my surprise, there was my old rope, complete with
the noose, slung over the same branch.

I was just about to say that I was sure that I had taken it back
with us last time when Dawn said 'I put it there, last night. I
want you to do it again and this time I want you to hang me. You
said that I should do it with somebody I trusted and who could I
trust more than somebody who had the chance and then turned it
down'. I was not sure what to do or say. Dawn went on 'I want to
be well off the ground and I want you to photo me hanging there.
I don't want to die because I want to see the photos but you can
take me as far as you want'. I could feel the start of an
erection and I knew I was going to do it but all I could say was
'OK'. Dawn said 'Thank You', kissed me gently on the cheek and
openned her pack..

 She took out a black bag and then, bizzarly for someone on a
climbing and camping trip, a pair of black high heeled shoes. 'I
wanted to look sexy hanging there and these were going to be for
Bill and I's last night of the trip in the Victoria Junfrau Hotel
  they don't allow trainers. Can we start?' I nodded and she
carried on 'these are to tie me', taking out a series of straps
made from the same material as the climbing slings out of the
black bag, 'and this is to gag me', taking out a bandana. Next
out was a ball 'You said we should have a panic button and this
is it. I will hold it in my hand and if I can't take it any more
I will drop it. And if I pass out it will drop. But you don't
have to let me down, its up to you'. She openned the bag fully
and said 'And this goes over my head. I want to feel like a
prisoner being executed does, all in the dark with with the noose
around my neck, ready to be hung'.

Half of me wanted to say no and for me to walk away but I knew
inside we were both going to go through with it. Dawn gave me a
digital camera and a remote control and then took out a small
tripod, again giving very firm instructions as to how it should
be set up. I thought to myself 'this girl is going to be hung in
the next few minutes and she is totally in control'. Whilst I set
the camera up, Dawn undressed, folding her clothes and putting
them in a neat pile. She had no bra nor panties but was wearing a
suspender and some dark stockings.

I walked over to her, put both hands on her shoulders and looked
her right in the eyes - 'are you sure?'. 'Yes, please' was all
she replied. She picked up the first two straps 'these are for my
wrists and elbows. Tight please', turning her back to me with her
hands in place, one already holding the ball. I tied the wrists
first and then looped the longer strap around the elbows, pulling
them slightly together. 'Tighter' she said, so I gave it a sharp
tug, almost closing them completely. Dawn made a slight grunting
noise and said 'yes'. For the first time it was not in her clear,
sharp voice. 

I tied the strap off and turned her back round. The elbows tight
behind her back presented her breasts superbly and I reached out
to touch them. 'Not yet' she said, 'Bring the shoes and straps'.
She turned and walked to the noose, turning round and facing it
and me. I put the shoes down and she slipped them on. 'The long
one goes round both my ankles and feet so they are tight together
and the shoes stay on', looking at the straps. I knelt down and
did as instructed, finishing by passing the ends of the straps
between her legs and her feet, pulling everything really tight.
'Good' she said, 'the others are for the knees'. I did the same.

I stood up and looked Dawn up and down. Her body was lovely and
the straps emphasised her best features, her legs and her
breasts. It was just about the biggest turn on I had ever had. It
was clear that I had been effected because she looked down at my
groin, where the erection was clearly showing, even through
climbing breeches. 'You have to hang me first.' she said 'Now gag
me'. I took the bandana, twisted it and placed it into her open
mouth. I passed the ends behind her head and then knotted it at
the front, tightly. She grunted again but nodded. I stepped aside
and clicked off a couple of photos and then picked up the bag
come hood. I stood in front of her, held the hood in both hands
and pulled it over her head. Two photos and then the noose,
sliding it down over her head, tightening the knot to one side
but not as far round as her ear. 

I stepped back, half tightened the rope, remembering my
photographic duties as well. I looked up and realised that the
rope was not over the branch but looped through a karibiner, so
that it would run easily. The pulling end was also run through
another karibiner, low down so that hoisting would be easy. I
then pulled it as tight as it had been two days ago and tied it
off in a tightening slip knot, that would move one way but not
the other.

My erection was hurting inside my clothes, so I took my boots and
then my breeches off. Then I decided that there was nothing to
stop me so I took of my top, leaving me in  just a singlet. All
the while she was standing there, trussed and unable to move. 

I walked over and this time stoked her breast, kissing one of the
enlarged nipples. As I started to massage it harder I could hear
one of the few words you can say when tightly gagged 'ang, hang,
hang e'. So I checked the noose, checked that she was holding the
ball and went back to the  rope. After a few strokes on my very
enlarged penis, I undid the slip knot, held it in both hands and
slowly pulled. Dawn simply slid upwards, both feet moving about a
foot clear of the ground. She stayed almost totally still, until
there was what looked like a massive shivver going through her
body. I kept her there for a few seconds, took the photos and
then lowered her down, thinking that would be enough. 

On reaching the ground she swayed slightly and then stood
upright. I tightened the rope, put the slip knot back in and went
back across to Dawn. She was still holding the ball. So I leant
forward and said 'enough'. All I could hear was the muffled
'hang, hang'.  I held her breast tight, kissed the nipple and
then bit it, softly at first and then quite hard. As I pushed my
hand between her strapped legs I could hear the 'hang, hang,
hang' again. I felt wetness and then pushed a finger in. 'Wait' I
said. All I got was a loud, almost clear 'hang', so I pulled my
hand out and walked back to the rope. 'This time you'll find out'
I thought.

I got the rope ready and gave it a hard pull and tied it off.
Dawn was well off the ground and, like the first time, she stayed
still to start with. Then she started swaying and swinging. I
counted the seconds annd when I went past 60 I started wondering
when the ball would drop. I stopped counting and waited for it,
thinking 'this is what you wanted'. The swaying slowed and she
twitched hard a couple of times and then started to be still
again. Still the ball did not drop, so I stepped across and
looked   she had stuck it to her hand with tape. I rushed back,
released the rope and lowered her. She had been hanging for at
least four minutes and probably more. This time there was no
standing. The straps stopped her folding, so she ended up lying
flat, with the noose still around her neck. I quickly loosened it
and took the hood and the gag off. She was clearly unconcious but
just as I was thinking that she was dead, she coughed. 

I started undoing the straps, starting with her ankles. Just as I
was rolling her over to undo her wrists I heard a croaky voice
saying 'Stop'. I looked up and started saying 'what the fuck did
you think you were up to' when she said 'I wanted to hang, not
half hang or threequarters hang, I wanted to hang until it went
dark. And I didn't want to be able to chicken out. And I did, it
felt great, then it hurt, then it hurt more and then I wanted to
stop and I couldn't and then I couldn't breathe and then I wanted
to fuck and then it started going a mixture of redness and
lights......And then it closed in and went black. And then the
noises stopped and I knew I was dying' She sighed 'And then I
came back and now I'm yours, you can do what you wanted to do.
Anyhting'.

I already knew what I would do and to do it she would have to
hang again. I gave Dawn some water and let her rest  with her
hands and elbows still bound for quite a long time. I checked the
photos and guessed that she would be pleased, particularly where
her body was shown straight down in line with the rope, with the
clear gap between her shoes and the ground. 

After about 45 minutes I gave her some more water and then said
'now'. I took the gag , gave her a hard and really deep kiss and
put it back on. The hood went back over her head again and I
helped her back to the noose. There were no leg bindings, just
the noose back in place, with the knot on the other side this
time. 

I pulled her upright and tied off the rope as before but this
time also looping one of the climbing slings over the angled
section of the rope. I left her standing whilst I broke off a
small flexible branch and stripped off the leaves to make a
switch. I started kissing and fondling her breasts, easily at
first and then harder. As before I bit both nipples, hard and
then more gently again. A couple of time she groaned slightly and
pulled down against the noose. I then took the switch and stroked
it across both breasts, tapping slightly at first and then giving
a swish to each one. At each she jerked and the rope tightened.
The second time she kept it at its tightest, so I said 'Up' and
placed in her cleavage. 'I say when' I said - and she
straightened.

I moved the switch down slowly and placed it between Dawn 's
legs. She tried to pull away but couldn't, so I pulled it out and
gave her a firm swish on both thighs. Again she jerked and the
rope tightened, so I left it tight and went and moved up the slip
knot to take out the slack. I appoached from behind and put my
hand between her legs. Even a hands width was now enough to push
out her legs and to make her stand right on her toes. I started
massaging her clit and pushed two fingers into her cunt. With the
two fingers in I placed my thumb against her anus and reached up
for the sling with my other hand. Then both at the same time I
pushed up with my hand and pulled down on the sling, bringing the
rope down.. Dawn left the ground, my thumb drove up her arse and
my fingers into her cunt. I had her balanced, with some of the
weight taken by my hand but most by the noose. I wasn't going to
be able to do this for long but I moved her up and down a few
times before I had to leave go.

I let her stand there for a minute or so and then returned to her
front. I started to gently massage her clit again before taking
hold of the sling again. Standing really close I pulled steadily
and firmly so Dawn was hanging again. When her cunt was level
with my erect cock I pulled her forward and pushed it in,
lowering her slightly as I did so. I tapped on one of her legs
and she gripped both of  them around me, as per plan. I then
started easing the sling down, raising her via the noose. There
was little chance that I was going to last long but there is no
way to describe what fucking and hanging a pretty girl feels
like. Especially as when I was just about to come, Dawn left go
with her legs, leaving her totally hanging except for my cock in
her cunt. As I came, she did, jerking so much that my cock
slipped out. I held her up for a few seconds more and then
lowered her down. 

As I undid the rope Dawn staggered and slumped down but was
obviously not unconcious this time. I slipped off the noose and
took off the hood and gag. Again she said no to having her hands
undone and said, polite as ever, 'I just want to say thank you. I
knew you wanted to do something like that and I wanted it as
well. Fucked and hanged at the same time. .....Come here' I went
to her and she knelt up and started licking my cock. As it became
hard again she slipped it into her mouth and started what  seemed
to be an expert blow job. However, just as I was getting into it
she bit and bit hard.. I pulled out, 'That's just to give you
something painful to think about, I've got about ten of those'

I untied her and then inspected the damage. There was a very
clear red ring around her neck and quite a few blotches under the
skin of her face. There were marks on each thigh and on one
breast and she was clearly sore 'underneath' but she didn't seem
to mind. She dressed in a roll neck sweater that covered the ring
around her neck, prepared as ever. 'No need to worry , Bill and
Mo will have been fucking all afternoon in the hotel in town and
they won't be looking at us too closely'.

~oOo~

 As ever she was right, no admissions but two equally guilty
acting partners and very little eye contact We climbed some easy
stuff the next day, with no temptation for an action replay and
the day after went home separately, having swapped contact
details. Mo and I parted soon after but it was some months before
I received the phone call. 'I tried not to want to but I need you
to hang me again' was all she said. We did so, and again every
few months for the next couple of years. Pretty much the same
each time, long hang and a hang and fuck, except when we reversed
roles. I left go of the ball in about 20 seconds   and she let me
down.

~oOo~

Any comments to: richcoops18@yahoo.co.uk

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