{"id":18693,"date":"2025-09-08T14:57:16","date_gmt":"2025-09-08T20:57:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=18693"},"modified":"2025-09-08T14:57:16","modified_gmt":"2025-09-08T20:57:16","slug":"a-noosed-girl-in-the-woods","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=18693","title":{"rendered":"A noosed girl in the woods"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was walking through the woods the other day when I saw something quite unusual. I saw a woman in the forest wearing sneakers, jeans and a blouse. She was walking all by herself.<\/span><\/p>\n

She caught my eye because she deviated off the main path. It looked like she was carrying a long length of rope over her shoulder. And she had some sort of stool in her hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

Why was she leaving the walking trail? Where was she going with those items? Just what did she have in mind? That\u2019s when a thought crossed my mind as to her intentions.<\/span><\/p>\n

Curious, I decided to follow at a discreet distance. I trailed her as she went deeper into the woods. I had to pay attention to the direction she was going so as not to lose track of the main trail I\u2019d left somewhere behind me.<\/span><\/p>\n

We were well off the beaten path when she stopped at a tree that seemed to interest her. She set the stool down upon the ground under an overhanging branch. Then she climbed up onto it.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stood upon the stool looking up at the branch above as though contemplating something. Then she got down off the stool. At that point, I had a good idea what she might be planning.<\/span><\/p>\n

I watched her climb up that tree she\u2019d put the stool under. She shimmied out onto that branch and tied off the rope, making sure it was secure. She kept checking to see how far down the noose dangled above her stool below before she seemed satisfied with her efforts. Then she started to climb back down.<\/span><\/p>\n

My first thought was to rush forward to intervene. But what if she really wanted to do this? What if she fought me?<\/span><\/p>\n

I remembered a couple of articles that made me pause. One guy saved a woman from drowning, only for her to turn around and sue him. Another guy tried to intervene in a dangerous situation to help a female, only to be arrested for assault. A third guy ended up being shot and killed while trying to lend assistance in the middle of a domestic disturbance.<\/span><\/p>\n

So what if I saved her and got her back to civilization? What was to stop her from changing the narrative? She could have me charged with assault. Hell, she could even claim I was the one who was trying to hang her! It would simply be her word against mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

Frozen with indecision, I quietly watched her come down from the tree. Then she climbed up onto the stool again. She was able to reach the noose with her hands as it framed her forehead. But the dangling coil looked a bit high, indicating she might have tied it off a little short of the mark.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stretched upward onto her toes. From there, it looked like she just might be able to get it looped around her throat. Then she climbed back down off the stool.<\/span><\/p>\n

She paused for a moment as though contemplating something. Was she going to go back up into the tree to lower the noose? Or was she changing her mind about the whole damn thing?<\/span><\/p>\n

I watched as she suddenly began removing her blouse. Her bra came off next, exposing a nice set of breasts that sagged a little. Then she took off her sneakers and socks.<\/span><\/p>\n

She tossed her clothes onto the ground in a pile. Then she looked back up at the dangling coil. Was she still going to go through with it?<\/span><\/p>\n

She looked all around the forest as though seeing if anyone had followed her or was about to stumble upon her. She even glanced over in my direction. But I don\u2019t think she saw me, as I was watching from behind some bushes.<\/span><\/p>\n

She looked up at the noose again. Then she carefully climbed back up onto the stool. Was she really going to go through with it?<\/span><\/p>\n

Once more, I thought about stopping her. But I still hesitated. What if she didn\u2019t want me to? Besides, I was still worried she might accuse me of trying to hang her, just to change the narrative.<\/span><\/p>\n

I watched as she reached up and grabbed onto the dangling coil. She pulled it down until the branch gave a little. But could she pull it down far enough to work her head into the noose?<\/span><\/p>\n

It must have been more difficult than she\u2019d anticipated, because she tried several times. It looked like she couldn\u2019t quite get her head into the loop of the noose. She pulled hard on the rope, making the branch give a little more as she rose high up onto her toes.<\/span><\/p>\n

She was almost there when she pulled herself up a little more. That\u2019s when her bare feet left the stool, causing her feet to flutter. Even then, I wasn\u2019t sure she was going to get her head in that noose.<\/span><\/p>\n

She finally managed to force the coil around her neck. It snugged up rather tight around her throat. But with her feet off the stool, she swung back and forth.<\/span><\/p>\n

She ended up hanging, the noose strangling her as her toes wriggled for the stool below. I thought that should have satisfied her. After all, wasn\u2019t that what she wanted?<\/span><\/p>\n

Instinctively, she grabbed the rope above her with both hands. Then her feet frantically searched for solid footing. She brushed the stool a couple times with her toes until she finally made contact.<\/span><\/p>\n

It wobbled quite a bit on her. For a moment there, she almost lost it. But she finally steadied herself upon it.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know why. But seeing her topless in that noose, struggling to maintain her grip on the stool with her toes, made me stiff in my pants. It was incredibly erotic.<\/span><\/p>\n

At first, I carefully worked my way closer. Then it occurred to me just how precariously balanced she was. I doubted she could even get herself back down out of the noose without my help.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I drew nearer, I got a better view of the situation. She looked like she was already partially strangled. The dangling coil around her throat was just high enough to keep her perilously balanced upon her toes.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I looked at her, I concluded she must have been experiencing some sort of arousal. I noticed her nipples had hardened quite a bit. Was she feeling sexually excited at her peril?<\/span><\/p>\n

She wobbled upon the stool as she continued to grasp onto the rope above her with both hands. Now she seemed a little anxious. Was she having second thoughts? If so, she\u2019d clearly gone too far to back out now.<\/span><\/p>\n

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She finally saw me, causing her to gasp in surprise. I\u2019m sure she wasn\u2019t expecting anyone to show up out here. Now she had a voyeur… and a male one at that.<\/span><\/p>\n

I took it all in: her bare chest, the noose snug around her throat, the way her chest muscles were rippling. Her hands shifted upon the rope she was holding onto above her head. It was as though she was trying to pull herself up to ease the strain upon her neck without actually leaving her footstool<\/span><\/p>\n

She brought a hand down to claw at the rope around her neck. It made her wobble upon the stool. She immediately shot her hand back up to grab onto the rope with both hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

She wriggled and wobbled unsteadily before she regained her precarious balance. Then I watched her bring her left hand down to cover her breasts from my view. But she wobbled again. That\u2019s when her hand shot back up to make sure she had a good grip on the rope with both hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

Clearly she couldn\u2019t get the rope off from around her neck without my assistance. \u201cHelp!\u201d she finally rasped as she wobbled upon the stool. \u201cI can\u2019t\u2026 help!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I walked right up to her, my cock hard and bulging in my trousers. She looked at me in anguish as her bare feet shuffled upon the stool on her toes. She was partially strangled, her face turning red as she balanced precariously upon her perch.<\/span><\/p>\n

I thought about helping her again. But then I thought about what might happen once we got back to civilization. What if she wanted to have me arrested just to cover her tracks? Did I dare take the chance?<\/span><\/p>\n

A wicked thought occurred to me. I knew she was virtually powerless to stop me. So I slowly reached up to caress one of her breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her flesh trembled at my touch. Instinctively, she reached down with one hand to brush my hand away. But her noose tightened a little, now that she was only holding on with one hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

The branch began to bounce until she wobbled, almost losing her footing on the stool. She rasped as she frantically reached back up for the rope above with her free hand. She grabbed on tight, trying to pull herself up a little as she clung to the rope above her with both hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

She wobbled dangerously upon the stool. The branch gave a little before she regained some of her balance. Then she looked down at me for help.<\/span><\/p>\n

I smiled knowingly. Then I reached up with both hands and began caressing her breasts. She anxiously shook her head.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her left hand gave up its grip to come down to stop me. But it made the noose tighten a little. The branch gently gave as she wobbled once more upon the stool.<\/span><\/p>\n

She was forced to shoot her hand back up and grab on tightly to the rope. She rasped as she wobbled upon the stool. She whimpered until she finally regained her precarious perch.<\/span><\/p>\n

I smiled as I fondled and caressed both breasts. This time, she didn\u2019t try to swat my hands away. She didn\u2019t dare, or she risked losing the stool altogether.<\/span><\/p>\n

She winced as she shivered at my touch. She wobbled a little, only to pause to regain some of her balance. Then she closed her eyes, knowing she had no choice but to allow me to molest her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Another cruel thought occurred to me. I smiled as I reached out and carefully popped the button to her jeans. Then I slowly pulled the zipper down.<\/span><\/p>\n

She grunted as her left hand gave up its grip on the rope to come down and stop me. She rasped as she wobbled precariously. She was forced to shoot her hand back up to grab onto the rope above her, maintaining her grasp with both hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now that we\u2019d settled that issue, I slowly worked her jeans loose. She clenched her thighs together, trying to keep them on. But she got wobbly upon the stool again, and she was forced to unclench.<\/span><\/p>\n

I gently pulled down until her jeans worked themselves loose. They slid down her legs of their own accord, gathering at her ankles. Their absence revealed a light blue pair of panties that were stained with wetness.<\/span><\/p>\n

For a moment, I thought about what I was doing. But nobody knew we were out here except her and I. And I knew it wouldn\u2019t be long until she reached the point where she wouldn\u2019t be able to tell a single soul anything about what exactly had happened out here.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was aroused beyond belief, my cock distinctly bulging in my pants. I looked at her face with a knowing smile. Then I carefully reached out and began rubbing her damp panties with my fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

She clenched as she tried to withdraw from me. That only caused her to wobble dangerously upon the stool again as the branch gently gave a little. She struggled to reposition her grasp on the rope above her before trying to regain her precarious footing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I rubbed her wetness with my fingers, testing how damp she was. She rasped and stiffened. There was another little wobble upon the stool. How much longer could she hold onto the rope?<\/span><\/p>\n

I slipped my fingers around the elastic of her panties. Then I began slowly pulling them down. They revealed a neatly trimmed landing strip above a hairless, dripping slit.<\/span><\/p>\n

She rasped and whimpered as she shook her head. I gently reached up and rubbed my fingers back and forth between her flaring labia. Then I slowly worked those fingers inside her opening.<\/span><\/p>\n

She rasped as she shook her head again. But her panties were hung up at her knees. Still, I felt her clench around my fingers inside her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her face was red from embarrassment, partial strangulation, or a mixture of both. Then her body began to hump a little. She rasped as her toes fluttered for the stool.<\/span><\/p>\n

She caught the edge of it and flipped it over. That caused it to bounce away behind her. She immediately lost my fingers as she swung back and forth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her jeans slid off her ankles onto the ground as her feet shuffled. She looked frightened as her legs instinctively reached out toward me. My cock was hard as a rock in my trousers.<\/span><\/p>\n

She tried to wrap her legs around me. But her panties interfered, still hung up at the knees. I saw her hands slipping from her grasp of the rope above her head.<\/span><\/p>\n

She tried to kick again, but her panties were still interfering. Her gyrations eventually loosened them. They slid down her legs until they fell off her bare feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around me for support. Then she improved her grasp on the rope above her head. That\u2019s when she tried to climb me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her dripping crotch was right about at my chin. So I stuck my tongue out, lapping up her flowing juices. She grunted before I heard a rasp and a moan.<\/span><\/p>\n

She adjusted her position until she was all but sitting upon my shoulders. She was able to relax her grip on the rope above her. Then she clawed at the coil around her throat.<\/span><\/p>\n

I grabbed her ass and began tonguing her juicy twat. Her face was definitely turning red as the noose strangled her. But she had just enough instinct to involuntarily hump my face.<\/span><\/p>\n

I think it surprised her when she climaxed pretty hard while grinding against my mouth. I don\u2019t think she meant to do that. I think it was just her body responding to certain stimuli.<\/span><\/p>\n

I got caught off-guard as a flush of fluid splashed against my face. I stepped back coughing and gasping as she lost her grip on me. She swing back and forth, rasping and twisting as she tried to regain her grip with both hands on the rope above her.<\/span><\/p>\n

She kicked and twisted until her legs shot out, trying to wrap around me again. I stepped closer, making it easier. She\u2019d almost made it onto my shoulders again before I grabbed her ass and started licking her once more.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pushed my tongue into her slit, poking it as deep inside as I could go. I felt her clench as she ground her crotch against my face. Then she was humping and shuddering in orgasm again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her hands suddenly let go of the rope above her. They fell to her sides as she began hitching and convulsing. Then she climaxed yet again before she got tired and lost her grip on me with her legs.<\/span><\/p>\n

She dangled with little agonal jerks and spasms. She no longer had the strength to grasp onto the rope above, much less wrap her legs around me. She was too deeply strangled.<\/span><\/p>\n

I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. I grabbed her bare feet and thrust my erection between the soles. Her toes wriggled a little as she shuddered and trembled. Gentle convulsions rippled through her naked body.<\/span><\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t take long until my cock went off. I shot cum all over her bare feet. The release felt wonderful.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her tongue was protruding as her head leaned forward. Drool spilled onto her breasts. An occasional spasm quivered through her body, a result of stray nerve endings firing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I reached up and fingered her slit with one hand as I groped her breasts with the other. She was wet and dripping as I finger-fucked her. It sure felt like she was clenching a little.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stayed with her another five minutes until I was sure she was gone. Then I zipped up. I made sure her jeans and panties were on top of her pile of clothes before I turned to go. It was time to find the main trail to make my way home.<\/span><\/p>\n

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