This describes something very dangerous.

DO NOT TRY THIS!!!




By Louetta

The boys wanted to try an experimental hanging. They told me that
if they hung me gradually with a thick rope that it would be
fine. It was interesting anyway and I survived. Don't try this at
home.




In 1995 the movie Braveheart came out, depicting the life of
William Wallace, the Scotish rebel. I was too young to see the
movie but a part of his execution was to be hung by the neck and
cut down while he was still alive. My brother Ricky found this
whole thing fascinating and determined to try it with RaeAnn's
younger brother as he was the lightest boy they knew.

He survived so they decided to try it with a girl. My sister
Robin was the smallest girl they knew who they could possibly
use. I told them absolutely not, I didn't want a dead sister, and
I knew she'd hate it because she'd have to be naked and she'd be
really scared. Rae told me her brother was naked when he was hung
and so was William Wallace. Well, I didn't mind being naked
especially, in fact I rather enjoyed it and I got to be tied up
so I said I'd do it.

We agreed on next Sunday morning at the old barn at Appleton
Farms. The workers would be off that day and no one went to the
old barn anyway. My brother told me the way they had done it was
to arrange two sawhorses side by side with four two by fours
placed from one to another. They placed a large bag of feed from
the nearby mare barn on top of the two by fours.

At the appointed hour the condemned was stood totally naked on
top of the feed bag and bound hand and foot so she couldn't
possibly move. A noose was made out of a soft, thick curtain rope
and placed around her neck somewhat loosely. That rope was then
tied to a regular rope which was thrown over a beam and pulled
tight so the victim could still breath normally but almost had to
stand on tiptoes.

Then they would cut open the bottom of the feed bag, the feed
would run out on the ground, the bag would deflate and the naked
girl would be hung. It would all happen very gently and in fact
with Rae's brother it had. They stripped him stark naked and tied
him up tightly and put him up there with the noose around his
neck. Then they played with him for awhile, I mean with his
penis, just to prolong his anxiety and his embarassment, like
hauling Wallace naked through London on a hurdle.

After he had been up there for like an hour waiting they cut the
bag open in one place but it wasn't really enough and he was up
there for ten minutes more before the cut the bag in more places.
Now it didn't take long. In a few minutes he was on tiptoes and
soon he was hung. He lasted eight minutes before he stopped
struggling and they had to cut him down. During the eight minutes
he suffered terribly and all during this he was frightened out of
his wits. But he was OK afterward especially after some pizza.

We agreed on Sunday morning at 10:30 so at 10:15 I bicycled over
to Appleton Farms to the old barn. It was wicked hot, like ninty
and there was no air. I knew it'd be hot as hell in that barn,
especially up top where I'd be. Sweating from fear and riding I
met my two youngest brothers, RaeAnn's older brother and a dozen
other guys, many of whom I had never even spoken to but who knew
me from school. It was hard to tell whether the big attraction
was the hanging or seeing the condemned (me) in the nude. They
tied my hands behind me and we went inside and upstairs to the
room where the hanging would take place. It was hot as a bastard
up there. Over a hundred.

There was a clock on the wall which said 10:25. I was told they
would not actually hang me til noon. This would give them plenty
of time with me stark naked and plenty of time for me to get even
more scared than I already was. Now the condemned would be
stripped naked just like Wallace.

"Take her sneakers and socks off," Rae's older brother Ray said.
"Now open her shirt." I didn't have a bra on, I didn't have any
need for one so as one of the boys unbuttoned the front of my
shirt my bare white chest came into view. The guy stripping me
got the first look at my pale little breasts, white as the snow,
small, with pink little nipples firmly erect. Then he pulled my
shirt over my shoulders and almost all of the top half of me was
bare. The boys stared in wonder at my half naked body. Now they
pulled the shirt down my arms to my bound wrists and tied my
elbows together behind me. Then they could untie my wrists and
take my shirt off.

Next another guy moved in and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled
down the zipper. Then he peeled them over my hips and down to my
knees and then to the floor and they told me to step out of them.
They all stared at me, my brothers included. Then Rae's brother
stepped in and put his thumbs into the elastic of my underpants
and, while grinning evilly at me, began to pull my panties down.
Slowly down over my ass, then low enough in the front to show my
little wisp of hair. Then further to show my pink little cunt.
Then further down my thighs to my calves and to my feet. The
condemned was now naked.

"Step out of them," I was told and I did. I was nude at 10:45.
"Tie her to that pole," and they did, pushing me up against a
pole and looping rope around my neck, my middle and my ankles.
Even naked I was sweating with the heat and the fear in my belly.
The guys took their shirts off, those that weren't already bare
chested.

Then one by one they enjoyed my body. Some kissed me, all felt my
breasts, some pinched my nipples. Their hands wandered down over
my tummy, over my mons and finally between my legs. It was wicked
having all this done to me by these boys all naked except for
shorts. My nipples were so hard they hurt and I was wet down
below so it ran down my legs. After a few minutes they untied my
ankles and spread them to the sides and re-tied them, spreading
my legs. Now they could stick their fingers inside me at will.
Maybe ten or twelve of them beat off right then. I knew many of
them planned to do it again when I hung. Most of them smeared
their cum on my naked body, mostly on my bare chest or down my
tummy or the tops of my thighs.

All the while the material for the hanging was set up. Two saw
horses. Four two by fours laid across the sawhorses. The huge
feed bag lifted on top of them. A rope was thrown over a beam
above. The thick rope for the noose was laid on top of the feed
bag. A short step ladder was placed beside the whole thing so thr
condemned could walk up there. Two bigger step ladders were
placed there so they could tie my legs and put the noose on me.

By 11:30 they were through abusing my naked body. I was tired and
wet enough so it ran down my leg and as horny as I've ever been.
A few guys went out for a cigarette. I just stood there tied and
helpless and afraid. Then they brought in Rae's younger brother.
He was plainly scared. They told him to strip naked again and
then ordered him to feel me up and he did. Then they tried to
make him beat off but he couldn't quite manage it. He said he
wanted to go but now it was time to untie me from the post and
they did and tied him in my place still naked. They were going to
make him relive what he had already suffered.

It was 11:45. They brought me over to the ladder. Then they tied
the top half of me. My elbows were already bound. They tied my
wrists. Tightly. Then they tied a rope around my middle tightly
and tied my arms to that rope. Tightly. Then another rope just
under my tits and more rope to tie my arms to that then above my
tits the same thing. Everything was so tight it hurt terribly but
I loved being tied up. At 11:52 I ascended the stairs and took my
place on top of the feed bag. Rae's older brother and my brother
ascended the big ladders. If possible it was even hotter up
there.

"Feet together," Ray told me sharply. I moved them closer and he
bound my ankles together.

"How could you do that to him?" I asked Ray, looking at his
brother bound nude to that post, scared shitless, his penis erect
in spite of himself.

"Shut up! In ten minutes you WILL shut up."

Now my brother tied my knees together including a piece in
between my legs to make it tighter. Then Ray did the same with my
thighs. Now my brother put a chain with a silver cross around my
neck. Meanwhile Ray stared at my nakedness. My brother tied my
hair up on my head to bare my neck for the noose. Then they both
fitted the noose around my neck and tied it just loose enough to
put one's fingers in between it and my neck. Then they tied the
end of rope that went over the beam to the noose.

Now they climbed down the ladders and pulled the other end of the
rope over the beam so the noose came up tight under my chin then
just a tad tighter and tied it off. I was ready for my hanging.
The clock said 12:00.

Ricky, my brother stood in front of me, looking at his sister
bound nude with a noose around her neck. Scared out of her mind.

"Can I have some water, Ricky?"

He got a bottle and climbed the ladder and gave his helpless
sister a drink.

"May God have mercy on you, Louetta," he said. Was he kidding? I
said nothing. He was the architect of my torture. He descended
the ladder. They all gathered round. They cut loose Rae's brother
and handed him a knife. Then, still naked, they forced him to cut
four slits in the feed bag. I looked at the clock, but this time
the second hand. It took Rae's brother eight minutes to pass out.

Now I had to wait. It seemed like an eternity but it was only
minutes. Suddenly I felt some movement in the feed bag. I was so
scared I was numb. I was afraid I would shit like people
sometimes do when they are hung. It was so hot my whole body
sweat from heat and fear. They had deliberately tied me as tight
as they could and my ropes hurt all over me. I could feel the
butterflies in my tummy. Standing there I felt a little whoozy
and I was afraid I might throw up or faint.

I tried to concentrate on the good things. I always loved being
stripped, the more guys the better, being slowly stripped seemed
to take forever. And I loved it. I loved the power my body gave
me over them. Especially when I was finally naked. I hoped I'd
live to enjoy it again.

I loved being felt up. My breasts were ready and willing and as
soft as silk. I already knew how exquisitely sensitive my tits
were to a boy's touches. Nevertheless, I was awestruck at how it
felt when they each felt me up and how I loved the painful
feelings as they pinched my nipples. Now I remembered and I felt
again the heat in my body, my tits, my cunt, my bum, my insides.
I loved my body.

Whenever I was bound and tormented, no matter what they did to
me, I was completely at peace with my body, bare tits, bare ass,
bare legs, bare tummy and ultimately bare cunt. The proof of my
girlhood, pink and wet between my legs. I loved every minute of
being nude, despite the pain they might inflict upon me. And it
was always done while I was completely nude. That was a choice
that I made, I didn't even have to think about it. I was
comfortable that way. It never occurred to me that anyone would
find anything in it which was dirty. It was me, bare naked and
happy.

I looked at the clock. One minute had gone by.

Then I felt more movement in the bag and I felt the rope around
my neck tighten a little bit. The feed bag was slowly emptying.
The rope tightened a little more and I had to stand on my toes a
little. The rope tightened again. I tried to distract myself. I
thought about once when I was little and I experimented with
hanging myself. I did it under the porch at our family camp. 
First there was the glorious experience of slowly taking my own
clothes off, everything except my ankle bracelet. It was chilly
but at least I was out of the wind and now I tie myself. My
ankles first and then my knees and then a rope around my stomach
to anchor my wrists to when they are tied behind my back. A rope
under my breasts and then crosswise in between them a few times
and then under my arms and across my chest.

Back to reality more movement and more tightness. Now I was
practically on tiptoe. I tried to get my mind elsewhere. I'm back
when I was younger. Now the rope that will bind my wrists behind
me is tied to one wrist so it will not get lost. Finally the
noose goes around my neck and under my hair with the knot snug
behind my left ear and at this stage the erotic effect of being
bound naked and helpless outweighs my fear of the noose. But not
now, I can feel the bag recede beneath my feet and now I am on
tiptoe.

I look at the clock. Two minutes.

"Ricky," I scream, "Ricky." But now in my dream my hands must be
tied firmly behind my back which is the point of no return and
then they are tied to my stomach rope and I am as helpless as I
can manage.

And now my memories become real as I slowly feel the bag slip
away and the noose tightens and slowly the feeling of the bite of
the noose against my neck awakens somewhere inside me the fear of
what is about to happen. I see the guys watching me slowly
hanging to death, watching my nude body suffer.

"Ricky, Ricky, please. Please." But I'm left standing there
feeling terrified but all the time enjoying the feeling of the
ropes and inside me the feeling of helplessness and the
anticipation. As the rope tightens more around my neck it and the
bite of the ropes that bind me against my bare skin reminding me
of my vulnerability. I begin to feel the warmth in my breasts and
the heat of the barn and my horniness make my nipples so hard
they hurt.

And now I can't feel the feed bag and I try to look at the clock.
Past three minutes and I scream for Ricky knowing soon I won't be
able to scream any more. I feel the dampness between my legs and
my chest heaves with the quickening of my breathing. I feel the
fear in my belly in fact the trembling of my whole body and then
slowly it begins. Now I'm really hanging free and I struggle but
it just tightens the noose against my throat. I'm frightened and
unable to hide and unable to run away and I try to confront my
fear as it wells up inside me.

Where is the ground, the feed bag, oh my God, I can't feel
anything below me, there's nothing there with the noose biting
cruelly into the soft white skin of my neck and now I must
struggle for air that comes only in short gasps. Now suspended
the struggling and the weight of my body only tighten the noose
around my neck. The clock is past four minutes.

I'm really hanging, really being hung to death. I feel a burning
sensation in my throat as the rope squeezes my windpipe shut. I
realize now there is almost no air at all and slowly the pain
spreads down my limbs through my body as I struggle for oxygen
but none comes. The rope is slowly squeezing the life out of my
body and every naked inch of me screams in pain. I struggle
desperately and strain at the ropes that bind me helplessly.

Then slowly I become aware of the need inside my body and feel
the familiar tingle in my boobs and the tightness in my groin. I
feel the wetness of my pussy and slowly ever so gradually the
little fire lit in my body takes me through the low door in the
wall. It that leads me to the place where that little fire grows
into the burning need inside that will make me cum.

But what am I doing, the clock says five minutes and I'm hanging
to death, hanging in mid-air, hung by my thin white neck. And
even though meanwhile I am still strangling and lack of air dulls
my senses and sight and sound disappear. My mind gets fuzzy and I
pass into this sort of a tunnel where there is nothing else and I
relax into it while the hot feeling between my legs takes me
further and further into myself.

I find the welcome state of bliss when every inch of me tingles
and I can not help it. My hips surge forward and my cunt is wet
and aching and my breasts are flushed and hot and my nipples so
hard they hurt and then my whole body trembles and I surrender to
the glorious sensations of cumming. I cross the line into the
wonderful world of my own body and I pass into that heavenly
place where all I can feel is me and once and again and again and
again time stands still.

The only things that exist are my cunt and my tits and the hot
hollow in my groin that explodes Tin the wondrous act of cumming
and for a time I drift just outside of the regular world as my
orgasm takes me briefly to another and finally the heaving of my
hips subsides as sexual fulfillment succumbs again to the pain of
the noose and the approaching blackness.

I can no longer think about any clock. My naked body shakes
involuntarily and my hips and bare ass quiver and finally
exhausted and out of air I hang limply surrendering myself to the
end that will surely come if they don't help me.

But they don't and I can no longer scream for Ricky to help me
and I try to breath once and try to breath again and I can't. And
slowly the pain in every limb and every fiber becomes unbearable
and then I fade to gray. And now there's almost no air but
there's a little so I don't die right away because I'm not that
heavy and the noose is soft and not really tight and I last a
little longer.

And now I'm still. I can't feel anything. I'm not dead but I
can't feel my body and I can't move or feel anything. And at some
point the gray is replaced by bright colors which flash in my
brain and now there's nothing, there's nothing and I'm still and
the blackness descends and I no longer move at all.

But I'm not dead. When I'm still they cut me down. And they untie
me except they leave my wrists bound. They sit me up and I come
back to life slowly through a haze. Every inch of me hurts. But
I'm alive and I'm still a girl. Eventually I even realize I'm
still naked and my wrists are still tied behind my back. Even now
they want to see me naked. Even now they keep me tied. Ricky
gives me water. But even my brother won't untie my wrists or give
me my clothes back.

By 3:00PM I'm on my bicycle on my way to Rae's house. I'm going
to be with her but I wouldn't mind seeing her little brother. I
just wonder what his reaction will be to me after seeing me in
the nude and seeing what happened to me. Or knowing I saw him
naked and he wasn't yet able to beat off.

But the real point is I survived. I ache all over but I'm glad I
did it. I love being naked and being bound by the boys and to an
extent I love being tortured. And that's what that was. Torture.
But it was fun and I'm glad I did it.

louetta_keene@yahoo.com 


  
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