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thehangingtree

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It started out innocently enough. I was web surfing and stumbled onto the ‘Dolcett archive’. I was hooked on breath-play and being hanged and soon after coming of age I got to try it!

We were on a float trip (canoes, much alcohol, sex, and pot with a gratuitous barbeque of hot dogs and hamburgers tossed in). I was pretty drunk when sitting around a campfire I blurted out I wanted to be hanged. It was my luck (perhaps damnation) everyone thought that would be cool to see. In moments I was stripped and my wrists were bound behind my back with the handcuffs my boyfriend and I play games with as I watched him make a noose from the rope he pulled from the Jeep we came in. I wondered why he knew how to make a noose then wondered how many get turned on by the same thing I do.

In moments I was standing on the log I had been seated on drinking beer and he was licking my pussy. I beg him that it was only a fantasy but between slurps of my clit he says “I think that will make the night, Lae!”

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So that’s how I was hanged the first time. They told me it was only ten to fifteen seconds. It seemed like a year!!!

Over time I found I was not alone in this fantasy on both sided of the rope.

Several girlfriends would hang me (with some strong guys to save me).

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Be careful what you on ‘social media’. Soon I was being hanged for private parties. I can’t say it is something I desired but certainly wanted. I only let trusted friends actually hang me but I was usually naked before a group of strangers and the time went from a quarter minute to over two minutes. The money rolled in but I would have done it without the cash!

In my college days the alumni of my school pooled money for a fund-raiser to see if I could last five minutes. I would get 5% and the university would get the rest. I stood noosed on the stool naked and verbally abused for a half hour before the stool was kicked away.

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I won’t say it was the easiest way to make $50K but it was the fastest money I had made so far.

-Laetitia

Tree
 

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Very nice ...
It would be a good idea to put young student on naked Torture show for shool profit.
This will improve the school resources , reduce the sholarsip amount and enforce team spirit ...
We can image alos how much the student herself is going benefit and grew stronger physically and in her mind.
Of course for good measure a male student will be chosen also sometime to receive half the treatment given to a the girl of his choice. This will confirm its not to harsh for the girls as they are stonger than most of men to bare pain.
Student girls in first year must be avalable 3 times during the year for a performance.
Every 2 friday evening about 10 girls will volunteer to suffer for shool fame.
Friday is choosen to be sure they can recover completely until monday. School is so important ...
For more details askme and vote for me to be the next Minister of education
 
So my little fetish could make money! What started as a most dangerous game has become an obsession for me. Every time I my wrists are bound behind my back and I stand on a stool and the noose captures my neck I nearly have an orgasm while I wait to be hanged.

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Every time the stool is kicked away my anticipation of being hanged is replaced by the reality of being hanged and as I gasp for what little breath I can take I swear this is the last time I will ever do this.

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But every time after a week has passed I start hoping my friends will hang me again soon.

-Laetitia

Tree
 
Some explanation is in order…

I don’t do this every week- sometimes months pass. I only allow two trusted friends, a married couple named Aaron and Andrea, to hang me. They are a couple of years older than I and they have been playing this most dangerous game longer than I have. They have a well-equipped dungeon in the stone-walled basement of their house in the country less than hour’s drive away. Of course that includes a gallows. In their garden they have what looks like and innocent enough wood entry with to 3 meter uprights and a simple crossbeam at the top spanning the opening. When the weather is nice the two swinging gates are removed and the innocent entryway becomes a gallows. There is nothing more exciting than to be hanged outdoors! I look forward to spring!

Sometimes it is private with just them and I’ll torture my pussy watching the video of it blocking out that it really did hurt and one fuck-up and I could have been dead! Did I mention I have made it to ten minutes of hell being hanged?

The ‘public’ hangings we do are most arousing. They aren’t really public. They are usually small gatherings of people each with far more money than my two friends and I will make in our lifetimes combined. We don’t ask who they are as long as the envelopes are fat with large US dollar bills.

The biggest group was last Halloween when we were brought to what used to be an abbey but is now some mega-billionaire’s country estate. He wanted to impress his friends and have a witch hanged for 10 minutes. I presume you know who played the role of the witch. Aaron and Andrea as usual did not tell me how long I would be hanged but before that it was just over seven minutes.

I was brought out wearing a black cassock that buttoned in the front from my neck to my ankles. At the top just below my neck is pinned a medallion signifying I am a witch. A scarf holds my dark hair so I cannot hide my face with it. My wrists bound in irons in front of by torso with a chain wrapped around my body at the level of my navel. Another chain runs down from the manacles to the shackles that limit my steps to less than half my normal gait. I awkwardly climb the two steps then step up onto the meter-high stool. I’ve never been hanged with my wrists in front or clothed before. When my hands are bound behind me, especially with cuffs, I always struggle to reach the noose even though I have done it enough times to know it is impossible. As Aaron pulls the noose around my neck and draws it closed enough that I cannot escape but hardly tight I test my reach and find I can barely touch the medallion much less the rope and that is before then noose is tight under my jaw. I am so damn hot and wet in my loins that my inner thighs are wet!

I stand on the stool bound in chains, noosed, but strangely clothed neck to ankles. The finely-dressed audience seems in no rush to see me hanged and mill about below me until a bell is rung and after the guests hushed the host announces “Please turn you attention to the gallows as this evening’s main event is about to begin.”

A man in some kind of cleric’s garb stands before me but with his back to me. In a thunderous voice he exclaims “Welcome invited guests. I am the Reverend Lynch. Behind me stands Laetitia, a woman accused of seduction and sorcery.”

He turns, reaches up, and rips the cassock open enough to expose my breasts before returning his attention to the crowd below. He continues “Laetitia is accused of using the gifts that the Lord endowed her with to entice both men and women to participate in carnal acts, often with the additional sin of adultery. She is to endure trial by hanging. Executioner, prepare the wench for trial!”

The word ‘executioner’ sends chills and excitement through me. My pussy squirts on my clinched thighs as I have a spontaneous climax! Aaron is behind me and has already removed the chain from the shackles. He steps up to release the chain around my torso. I whisper “What is a ‘trial by hanging’?”

“Quiet, Laetitia, it will all be explained in a moment. Just do as you are told” he whispers back but in a tone that made me understand it is in my best interest to do so.

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He removed the medallion from the cassock and reaching around from behind me frees one of my wrists from the manacle. In a louder voice so the crowd can hear he orders “Arms at your sides, wench!”

I obey and feel the heavy irons dangle from one wrist. He grabs the cassock above my bosom and in one fast move peels it open, strips it from my body, and lets the cloth bunch at my feet. Reflexively I start to raise my arms to cover my breasts but before I can he grabs them and pulls them behind my back, locking them there with the manacle. Coldly he orders me to step out of the cloth and I do so and watch the black gown tossed away into the shadows. He steps before me and removes the shackles. To my complete humiliation he reaches up and slips a pair fingers into my soaked pussy. He licks his fingers and turns to Rev. Lynch and loudly proclaims “The wench is ready for trial but I will venture a guess by aroused as she is you have a witch here!”

I am absolutely mortified that everyone knows but I have little time to worry about that as Rev. Lynch loudly pontificates “Laetitia, you stand accused a witch and an adulteress. By the power invest in me I order you to undergo the ‘Trial by Hanging’ whereas you will be hanged by the neck for one-sixth of an hour. Should you expire in that time you will be confirmed a witch and may you soul suffer the torments of Hell for eternity. If you survive it will be known you are under the care of the Lord and shall be exonerated of all charges. Sister Andrea, please confirm the preparations are complete!”

Andrea climbs the steps behind me and checks the noose, tightening a bit. I hiss “I did not agree to ten minutes.”

“It is a three way contract between Aaron and me and our host and you and us” she replies softly. “Your part of it says if you show up you agree to do what Aaron and I agreed to.”

Now I am holding back pee as I whimper “But you didn’t tell me I’d be hanged for 10 minutes!”

“Our contract did not allow us to tell you, Lae” she replies as we stand on the torch-lit gallows.
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She raises her voice and says “Reverend Lynch the wench Laetitia is prepared for her trial!”

“I am not” I scream!

I hear her descend the two steps and the stairs being dragged away. Besides me on the stool the only ones left on the gallows is my ‘executioner’ Aaron and at the far corner the Reverend Lynch. The crowd below me sips their cocktails in near silence. A bell tolls once. Reverend Lynch bellows “Executioner, do your duty!”

Aaron kicks the stool from beneath my feet!

-Laetitia

Laetitia doesn’t hear the stool rattle across the gallows’ deck and roll off the side and land with a dull thud on the dirt as it falls off the side of the gallows. By eight minutes she was desperate to escape the noose.

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It is hard to imagine Laetitia being with us again except for an epilogue…

Tree
 
Some 'background' to bring you up to date...


Laetitia meets her mentors…

Anyone who has been on CF any length of time knows Tree is crappy at writing short stories so of course Laetitia survived. Aaron and Andrea gave her $300K of the $500K payday but they made up much of the difference later that night hanging female guests who either insisted in trying to hang or in more than a few cases ceded to their rich ‘sugar-daddy’s’ desire to see them hang for 20 seconds for a few thousand dollars! Besides the name of the thread is ‘Laetitia meets the IMF’ and I have yet to see those goons around yet! We continue…

Being hanged for ten minutes was more frightening and intense than the first time Aaron and Andrea hanged me. Before I met them the longest I had hanged was 20 seconds. When I met them at the private club I went to after they watched me hang they invited me to one of the rooms for ‘platinum’ members. They told me I ‘performed’ well but said I was still only at an amateur level. I took umbrage at the observation and looked at Andrea and asked “I suppose you would like to try and do better?”

“Darling, I have done much better than 20 seconds” Andrea replied. “Please don’t take my remark as an insult. Aaron and I see great potential in you and wish to mentor you. Are you interested?”

I told them I was. Even though it was the first time I met them I could see the fading bruise that ringed her neck from a recent hanging. I knew she wasn’t bullshitting me that she had at least hanged. A third of my wardrobe is turtleneck sweaters and silk scarves to hide my bruise after I’ve been hanged and I finally found makeup that perfectly matches my skin tone that can hide the proof of my most dangerous game. She was pleased that I accepted so readily then explained what being mentored by them would mean.

“You must know a few more things Laetitia before you agree to go forward. If you accept our offer we are the only ones that will hang you. You are not allowed to even do breath-play with a scarf between sessions. We must be sure of the condition of your neck for your safety.

“We do not use silk or smooth nylon ropes- only the finest Ozark hemp. It is considerably less comfortable but more like a real execution noose would be made with. We decide how long you will hang but I assure you it will be longer than 20 seconds

“Any time more than two weekends after you are hanged you must ask permission to plan activities on a weekend and that includes Friday nights. Do you agree so far?”

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I did. She asks me how long after I am hanged does the bruise disappear from my neck. I told her I could hide it with makeup usually before a week is out and it gone completely before two weeks pass.

“Good. Two other things you must know. Once you surrender to us on a weekend there is no backing out. You effectively become our prisoner. That also means as our prisoner Aaron and I have the right to use you sexually as see fit. Are you sexually active?”

“I try to be but I’m in dry period right now” I admit.

“Keep it that way. The other item is we will record each session. There will be only two copies- ours and yours. Your copy will be embedded with a code that if you post it on the internet or any social media we will be notified and there will be repercussions. Agreed? Good. Next Thursday we will send a car for you and you will be taken to our private doctor for a thorough medical exam and blood tests. Are there any drugs we should know about beforehand?”

“Um, just an occasional Madame Wu” I admit.

“You have good taste, Laetitia” she smiles.

“Thank you” I reply. “Let me give you my address so your driver can…”

“That won’t be necessary” Aaron says. “We know where you work, live, even your favorite bars. We did not pick you randomly. And for your sexual needs Andrea and I are quite willing to fulfill them. I think you will find us quite satisfactory. May I ask what your preference is?”

“With what’ I asked naïvely.

Aaron chuckles then says “Are you straight, gay, or bi?”

“Mostly straight but I’ve been with a few women and have found it a very pleasant experience” I said.

“Good, and one other thing- have you done any BDSM?”

“Some bondage and spanking and hanging of course; why do you ask?”

“We have a rather well equipped dungeon if you interested in trying it” Andrea says. “I must warn you when you enter you will submit to whatever we choose to do and we decide when you have had enough. There are no ‘safe words’. The only thing we promise you there will be no permanent damage inflicted upon you. Are you interested?”

I must have been crazy but I accepted. I had met this couple and I didn’t even know their last names. They knew everything about me so much so when I offered them my cellphone number they already knew it! They told me my exam results should be ready midday Friday and asked that unless something unforeseen came from the results would I be free for the weekend. I was and they told me they would send a car to pick me at 7 PM. I asked how I reach them if something changed and I had to cancel. Aaron says sternly “For now we will contact you. And one other thing- you cancel other plans but you never cancel on us.”

With that Aaron and Andrea bade me goodnight and left leaving me to ponder what I had just agreed to those years ago…

-Laetitia

Next up: Laetitia’s exam and her first trip to her new mentors’ country estate…



Tree
 
Barbaria1 said:
View attachment 470993 I'll be watching for it! Try using more than two fingers. It's faster. :rolleyes::p:D:devil:
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Wait till you are 60 and you have inherited you mother's arthritis ... but more story...


Laetitia had been warned the medical exam would be thorough but…

Two ‘medical assistants’ watch as I stripped. I wondered if they were really medical assistants at all or just a pair of lecherous men. One told me to lie across the padded gurney so I began to stretch out on it when the other admonished me “He said lay across the gurney, Laetitia; face down if you would.”

I complied and moments later I was bound most obscenely to the gurney by the two goons. I asked “What kind of exam is this?”

“Very thorough” one of them replied. “You will have blood drawn in a few minutes.”

In what seemed hours but was less than 15 minutes I heard stiletto heels click across the tiled floor. I looked over my right shoulder and asked “Are you the doctor?”

“No, Laetitia, I am Nurse Ulrika. I am here to draw blood and prepare you for your exam.”

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“You know you can back out Laetitia. I think you should. You don’t know what you are getting into with these people.”

“I cannot” I replied. “I can’t explain what…”

“It’s your neck. Don’t say you weren’t warned” she said as she drew several vials of blood from my outstretched arm. She rubbed cold lubricant into my sphincter then swatted my butt. She told me to try to enjoy the ‘ride’ without explaining what the ‘ride’ would be. Then she left with the vials and a half hour later the doctor walked in.

“Hello, Laetitia, I am Doctor Ream. I’m sorry I am running late. This will not take long and you should be home at a reasonable hour. Shall we get started” he asks. Bound as I am I cannot stop him and I have been bound to this damn gurney for an hour and my hips are cramping. He walks around and my eyes open wide as he pulls his penis from his pants and says “Open your mouth Laetitia.”

“Are you crazy” I protest.

“Laetitia, Master Aaron and Mistress Andrea have informed me that you will be doing hanging games. I do not approve of such activities because even with the greatest care and their extensive experience there is no assurance that you will survive. Since this is a Tree thread I must both assess your health and insure if things go wrong you do not die a virgin. That means orally, vaginally, and anally. Now take this and suck it or I’ll do your vagina then you ass and then your mouth will be propped open and you can suck on your own shit!”

I capitulate and suck his cock. He withdraws before he ejaculates and plows into my vagina. The asshole must be on Viagra as he hammers my sex with his huge member until I am sore before pulling out. Before I can catch my breath Doctor Ream reams my ass. I shriek in pain but he does seem to care as he pummels my bottom.

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The bastard even tells me this will make my cavity search easier for me. He pumps his load into my bowels while I wonder ‘what cavity search’. His two male assistants strap me onto a gynecologist’s examination chain and strap a bit in my mouth.

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I watch him pull latex gloves that go up to his elbows and correctly think this cannot be good…

-Laeticia

Tree
 
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