{"id":15120,"date":"2019-07-12T00:05:23","date_gmt":"2019-07-12T06:05:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=15120"},"modified":"2019-07-12T00:05:23","modified_gmt":"2019-07-12T06:05:23","slug":"poojas-accidental-hanging","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=15120","title":{"rendered":"Pooja’s accidental hanging"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Pooja looked at the machine carefully. Then she caressed the dangling purple rope. It gave her a shiver.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow does it work again?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI activate the controls. The noose is lowered; the noose lifts up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not build a gallows?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have very limited space here in my studio. In some of my pictures I do not wish for a structure such as a gallows to frame my subject. I prefer them to be lifted up into the air long enough to take the photo I desire without the wooden structure as a backdrop.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut isn\u2019t that dangerous?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is if the model is dropped suddenly, tightening the noose around her neck. A slow lift allows some extra moments before discomfort truly sets in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI see.\u201d<\/p>\n

She caressed the noose again. She\u2019d seen a few hangings in the town square. At the time she\u2019d thought the first one so barbaric as to execute someone in such a manner. But she\u2019d continually gone back to watch each new hanging.<\/p>\n

She was curious what the condemned felt during their last moments. What fears did they experience? What went through their minds at the moment of hanging? She\u2019d become more and more obsessed with such thoughts.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d sought out the photographer upon learning he had a noose in his studio. Curiosity and her obsession with those poor victims had brought her here. Now the images of the hanged returned in a rush.<\/p>\n

\u201cMay I?\u201d she asked. The photographer nodded as he prepared his camera.<\/p>\n

With a trembling hand Pooja carefully looped the noose around her neck. It gave her an erotic tremor something fierce. The photographer smiled as he snapped off a few pictures.<\/p>\n

Was this what those victims had experienced: fear mixed with a strange sexual thrill? What had they thought with the noose around their necks, moments before their hanging? Perhaps she could learn more.<\/p>\n

\u201cCould you tighten the noose?\u201d she asked the photographer with a smile. \u201cOnly a little, mind you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded as he activated the remote. The rope was pulled upward, removing the slack. He stopped right before it tightened around her throat.<\/p>\n

She shivered as she reached up and touched the coil around her neck. He snapped a couple more photos. These looked even better\u2026 as though she was contemplating her own suicide by touching the rope.<\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps you can tighten it further? I mean\u2026 I wish to experience\u2026\u201d She wasn\u2019t certain just how to phrase it.<\/p>\n

He carefully tweaked the controls on the remote. It pulled her upright, almost taking her up off her feet. He quickly lowered it until she was flat on her feet with just a little tension in the rope.<\/p>\n

Pooja felt an incredible jolt when the noose had tightened, nearly making her airborne. Then he\u2019d lessened the tension. That strange sexual arousal had diminished a little once her neck felt better. Now she was confused the way her body had responded.<\/p>\n

He took more pictures. She wasn\u2019t sure how to pose properly. She asked how she was doing, but he kept on snapping photos.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d researched some hangings and had seen pictures of people forced to stand on their toes. Could she try that as well? How would it make the noose feel around her throat?<\/p>\n

\u201cA little higher?\u201d she asked. \u201cJust a little.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you insist.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it all right? The pictures\u2026 are they turning out?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think some of them are all right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do I\u2026 how do I pose?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust act natural.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tweaked the remote again. The rope pulled upward a little. Pooja gasped as she found herself shuffling around on her toes.<\/p>\n

He snapped several pictures as she reached up for the coil. She became aware of the camera and tried to lower her arms. But it was more difficult than she\u2019d imagined. Was this what those poor people had experienced upon being lifted upward, a sense of horror at the strain around their necks?<\/p>\n

The photographer used the remote to lower her upon seeing her discomfort. She stood uncertainly. That strange sexual arousal had returned in a rush, only to diminish once she was flat on her feet again.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe pictures? How\u2026 how did they turn out?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSome turned out rather well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I\u2026 I was reaching upward.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo not worry. Some of those are quite beautiful, seeing the expression on your face as you reached upward.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid I\u2026 did I look afraid?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cVery much so. We can stop if you wish.\u201d<\/p>\n

He took the remote to lower the noose so she could remove it. \u201cWait!\u201d she blurted out. \u201cNot yet!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d But her mind was back on those victims again: the fear\u2026 the expression on their faces. She now believed she had experienced some of that fear.<\/p>\n

But they had been bound, their arms tied behind their backs. Was that a necessary component to the experience? Had that added to the terror of the moment?<\/p>\n

\u201cMy hands,\u201d she told him, holding them out to him. \u201cShouldn\u2019t they\u2026 shouldn\u2019t they be secured\u2026 tightened behind my back?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not essential to the photo shoot. But it would lend an element of realism to the pictures if you wish it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wish it,\u201d she said, her voice almost a whisper.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery well. Let me know if I make you uncomfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded, appreciative of his concern. But she couldn\u2019t help herself. The opportunity was now before her to experience what those poor victims had experienced at the moment of their deaths.<\/p>\n

He took some rope and pulled her arms behind her back. He tied her wrists together. But they felt somewhat loose. Surely this was not the way those people in the square had been secured, right?<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not very tight,\u201d she observed quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do not wish to alarm you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould the pictures not turn out better if I am properly secured?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose I can make them tighter. But you seem\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026a little frightened? Yes, I suppose I am. But isn\u2019t that good for your photos?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt would be, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen secure me properly. I wish my photos to portray a true hanging experience.\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused for a moment. \u201cAs you wish.\u201d Then he went back to securing her wrists.<\/p>\n

He roughly jerked on them as he tightened the bindings. She let out a frightened squawk. \u201cToo much?\u201d She closed her eyes and shook her head\u2026 \u201cNo; I am ok.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now there was a definite element of fear. She was in the studio, her wrists secured behind her back and a noose around her neck. But there was fear nonetheless\u2026 fear and a strange arousal much stronger than before.<\/p>\n

The photographer went back to snapping off pictures, taking them from several angles. She panted quietly, almost alarmed over how wet she had become down below. She hoped it wouldn\u2019t show through her skirt.<\/p>\n

A part of her wanted to be set free. But there was a surge of incredible excitement that forced her to remain silent. Surely this was what those people had experienced before they\u2019d been hanged to death, right?<\/p>\n

\u201cVery good,\u201d he told her. \u201cYour pictures are turning out very well. I think someone with your beauty and poise will go far. Now I will release you.\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cWait!\u201d she panted heavily, unable to comprehend why she wanted to take this farther. \u201cShouldn\u2019t I stand\u2026 on my toes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have been so patient with me. I do not wish to alarm you further.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor my pictures? Would it not be good\u2026 for my pictures?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey are turning out well thus far. I see no need\u2026 unless you desire\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMore tension,\u201d she panted. \u201cCould I experience more tension\u2026 on the rope?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at her carefully. Then he smiled and nodded. He activated the remote once more.<\/p>\n

She let out a gasp as she was lifted up onto her toes. Her eyes flew open at the increased strain around her throat. It took everything she had not to demand to be let down.<\/p>\n

He snapped off several more photos as she shuffled around. She had no idea how to pose in this manner. Everything screamed for her to ask to be lowered back down. And yet\u2026<\/p>\n

He took his last picture. Then he lowered her. The tension eased around her throat.<\/p>\n

She panted heavily for breath. \u201cIncredible!\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n

\u201cI beg your pardon?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing. I was just\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have been most kind, a joy to work with. I thank you so much. These pictures will turn out well. Now I will release you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWait!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Something inside was screaming for the session to conclude. And yet a part of her wanted to know what it felt like to be dangling in mid-air\u2026 had to know!<\/p>\n

What had it felt like? What had gone through their minds during those last few moments they were airborne? She\u2019d come this far to the point where she just had to know.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I experience\u2026 just for a moment\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExperience what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat it\u2019s like to hang? Only for a moment?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s really no need.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut the pictures. They will turn out well, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, photographing you in mid-air would show you in a, well\u2026 a more realistic stage of hanging.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I am willing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026 I mean yes! I mean\u2026 please. You can take the pictures quickly, can you not?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes I can.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan you like\u2026 sentence me before my hanging? Declare what I am guilty of?\u201d Perhaps that would ultimately give her the experience of knowing what those people had ultimately gone through, condemned and then executed out in public like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor crimes against the state, I find you guilty and condemn you to death by hanging. I will now proceed with the execution.\u201d Then he operated the remote again.<\/p>\n

Pooja felt an incredible surge of fear and arousal flood over her very being. She was about to cry out she\u2019d changed her mind. Then the noose pulled her up off her feet.<\/p>\n

Her eyes flew open in horror as he snapped picture after picture. Her bare feet fluttered for solid footing that was no longer there. Her hands jerked behind her back as though desperate to shed the ties that bound her. Then her legs began to kick.<\/p>\n

He circled around her dangling form, trying to catch her from several different angles. Then he noticed her face was darkening. It was time to let her down.<\/p>\n

As he reached for the remote the lights flickered in his studio. But instead of lowering her, the noose took her higher. He frantically punched a couple of buttons, but it only took her up until her feet were almost level with his face.<\/p>\n

Pooja kicked and struggled, her face turning red as she struggled to breathe. Her thighs instinctively rubbed together. A moment later she was experiencing an orgasm unlike anything she\u2019d ever experienced before. It totally soaked her undergarment.<\/p>\n

The photographer stared up at her in shock, an erection forming in his trousers. Then he frantically began snapping off more photos. He couldn\u2019t get her down, so why not take what he could before the system returned to normal.<\/p>\n

Pooja fought and kicked for life. Then her thighs instinctively rubbed together again. Her chest heaved in agony as her body jerked and twisted until she was cumming again. This time fluids began dripping out from underneath her skirt.<\/p>\n

The photographer no longer concerned himself with taking her down. Even though she was clearly fighting, he decided it was too late. So he continued taking shot after shot, his cock growing inside his pants until it finally went off.<\/p>\n

Pooja jerked in the noose, kicking with her legs until the rope totally closed off her airway. Her feet went every which way as her arms frantically jerked behind her back. Her tongue protruded until with one hard jerk she went limp, gently swaying back and forth. A dribble on the floor indicated her bladder had given way.<\/p>\n

The photographer continued taking pictures until she hung lifeless. Then he stepped forward. He kissed and sucked on her toes, unable to believe his good fortune at the malfunction in his equipment that had accomplished what he had been too cowardly to contemplate on his own.<\/p>\n

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2018 (written Dec 13 \u201918 by riwa)<\/p>\n

(Inspired by the Ramharraja2001 manips)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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