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Subject: {ASSM} ASA - Flatline, a Hanging Story from Rick
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Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 16:10:02 -0400
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Attached is a new hanging story for postingfrom Rick.


	
	
		
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ASA Flatline   A Hanging Story by Rick 


Working away from home can be tedious, particularly when you are
in another country. My project was based just to the North of
Frankfurt in Germany and was going to take about six months. I
was allowed a long weekend back in the UK every two weeks but was
expected to make up the time during the odd weekend. I was also
given the option of my Partner (of whatever type it appeared, we
are a very enlightened company) coming out to stay rather than my
flying home. 

About three months in I was in Frankfurt Airport waiting for a
flight home, wandering around the shops looking for a nice
present. Unlike other airports Frankfurt has a Beate Uhse shop,
Erotik goods in German. Lots of PVC and Latex, sex toys and the
like. Not perhaps what Claire might have in mind, but worth a
quick browse when you're bored. 

I bought nothing but picked up a leaflet for a 'Feste'. The event
was advertised as 'SM & Fetisch' and was for two weeks time in a
hall in Frankfurt and even my very basic German could work out
that there was a quite large S&M and Fetish festival in town next
time I was due off. I've always wanted to explore that scene, but
was not sure that Claire would want to join in. Plan A quickly
developed, a pretty simple one really - suggest that she came out
and happen to walk past. I was worried about it being obvious but
Claire solved one problem by suggesting that it was her turn for
a visit. 

A couple of days before she was due to arrive, life became even
more simple, when she announced that she had looked at the local
version of 'What's On' on the web and apart from a classical
concert, the only thing that looked interesting was a Fetish
Fair, and that perhaps we could pick up something to make it a
really memorable weekend.

The Friday night was pretty standard for a couple in our
circumstances, some good food, a king sized bed and some good
sex. In the morning we hung around in our room until mid-morning
when I asked if she wanted to go to the Fair   and got an
immediate 'yes' in reply. So the first stage of our journey to
our current situation was set in motion.

Being German, everything was well organized, there were lots of
rather normal looking people around, buying stuff that you would
never associate them with if you saw them in the street and the
scale was bigger than I expected. Obviously the Germans take this
stuff seriously. We wandered around, tried to work out how some
of the toys worked and actually bought some handcuffs, although
they looked like there was an easy way out.

I finally wandered on to a stand selling 'lack' goods, which
looked liked PVC to me. We looked at the racks and picked out a
short tight dress that looked like it would fit Claire and were
looking at some catsuits when the assistant approached. After a
couple of words of German he switched effortlessly into English.
"Hello, my name is Klaus. Is this for your girl friend or for
you?" I was surprised that there would be something that would
fit a large 6ft 2in man. "Yes, we have all sizes and all designs.
Even one piece suits that cover the whole body. We Germans are
big, so a large would fit you". I asked him how much that sort of
thing would cost and was told about 350 Euros with the
accessories he would suggest. I said it was a bit much for just a
purchase on a whim, but he then told me that we could rent it by
the day if we were going to the special party.

.....and so we moved to stage two. "What party?" I asked. "A very
private one where S&M people get together. You don't have to
play, you can just watch but you must have a ticket." Of course
he could get us a couple cheaply. I looked at Claire and she just
nodded, so five minutes later I was being shown how to get into a
one piece suit, complete with helmet, hands and feet. Klaus
provided a wide collar with a ring at the front and then asked me
what boots I wanted. "We have jack boots with flat soles or high
heeled in your size". Claire smiled and suggested that I would
look good with 5 inch heels but I took a highly polished pair of
flat boots. We finished off by taking a pair of high boots for
Claire, a pair of ankle shackles and a leash plus the two
tickets. By the time we had bought the dress and a mask for
Claire, it still came to nearly 300 Euros anyhow. 

Klaus gave us details of the location and told us that we could
use the changing room provided, so there would be no need to
travel around already dressed up. He also told us he would be
there and would look after us.

We headed straight back to the hotel and as soon as we got into
the room Claire said "let's get dressed up". Very soon I was
fully covered with PVC, ankles chained together and hands cuffed
behind my back, being led around the room by a very sexy girl in
thigh boots and a tight shiny dress. One thing we hadn't worked
out was where the cock goes when you get the biggest erection of
your life and it is being held in place by a tight suit. The
problem was solved when the leash was fed over the bathroom door
and the door closed, holding it and me in place. Claire could
then unzip me and use both hands to get the cock out. She left me
standing there and gave me the best blow job I had ever had. By
this time the collar had moved behind my neck and the jerking
movements had caused it to be tight against my throat, but that
was no problem - all it did was enhance the experience.

The door was opened and I was let loose. We moved directly to the
bed and had more sex before collapsing into a deep sleep. 

It felt most peculiar when I woke up and it took a couple of
seconds to realize that I still had the suit on. We had slept for
nearly an hour and the time for the party was fast approaching. I
asked Claire if she really wanted to go and suggested that we did
more of the same, but she was as keen as ever. "After that I want
some ideas about what we can try next" finished the
conversation.

Getting to the party was easy and we found the changing room
quickly. We showed the tickets, put the gear on and got ready to
enter the party room. Other guests were far more bizarrely
dressed and a lot of chains and straps were being fitted and I
wasn't surprised when Claire wanted to put the handcuffs and
shackles on again. She then led me into the room but stopped just
inside the door. I had never envisaged that anything like it
could exist. There were all the normal trappings of a party in
the middle with comfy seats, bean bags, drinks and food but
around the outside where just about every torture device and
restraint that you could ever think of. There were racks of whips
and ropes, there were frames with straps, what looked like
fucking machines, there was a cross, suspended cages and small
floor level ones with captives already crouching inside and on
one side a full gallows, complete with four nooses. I wanted to
leave, this was too much, but Claire had the leash and pulled me
into the room.

We had a drink (actually I was fed a drink), sat on a couple of
the bean bags and watched. A little later Claire started stroking
my cock through the suit and then undid the zip and got it out.
I'd never shown an erection to anybody but the girl I was with at
the time but this didn't seem out of place, particularly as
others were being pulled along by theirs. I recognised Klaus,
despite his being in some of his own high heels and a big coat
and nodded towards him. He came across with what looked like a
stunning girl but on closed examination clearly wasn't. "Try some
things, just go at your own speed, and" looking down "those boots
are not right". He left the room to one side and came back with a
pair of patent high heeled knee boots, which he quickly exchanged
for the flat ones. Claire smiled and said "I told you that you
would look good in high heels. Come on, you first".

Over the next hour I was strapped to a frame and whipped, I was
squeezed into a cage and left there for 20 minutes whilst Claire
talked to Klaus and I fitted some chains to Claire and whipped
her pretty hard as well. Afterwards I asked her what she had
talked to Klaus about and she replied "the gallows". We had
watched some couples put nooses around their necks, tighten the
ropes and then have photos taken and one guy had even lifted his
feet off the floor for a few seconds. "They have a competition at
the end of the evening   let's have a look"

We walked across. It didn't seem strange to be in high heels, I
could handle them, and my half hard cock was no worry when you
were walking past a woman being fucked by a machine. The gallows
had a platform but no trap door and the ropes were looped over
the beam and through the type of ratcheted quick release device
they use on yachts. So easy to tighten, will support your weight
and very easy to unhitch. "Go on then try it" said Claire "I saw
how you liked it in the room". I stood under the noose and she
handcuffed my hands behind my back. She then pulled the noose
over my head, tightened it around my neck and tensioned the rope
so I was standing upright and couldn't move. "How do you like
that" she asked. As I was going to say "frightened", she looked
down and said "don't bother, I can see". The harness had more
than returned, I was finding out what the term 'throbbing'
meant.

Claire then turned and put the next door noose over her own neck
and pulled the rope tight. I could only half see but she was
virtually on her toes and her face was starting to colour. To the
front a voice said "please" and as I looked a photo was taken.
Claire flicked her noose and it came free. She walked across,
played with me for a little and then took my noose off.

"I didn't think you were into any of this" I said. "I didn't know
I was" said she. "but now I'm here I'm going for it. ......and
the photo enters us into the competition at the end" When I asked
"what competition?" she said "you'll find out" and took me over
to a St Andrew's Cross, and having released the cuffs and
shackles, strapped me to it and left me. She came back with a
black cloth hood and put it over my head so I couldn't see. All I
know my cock went into a mouth more than once and I am pretty
sure that more than one pair of hands held me. I heard Claire say
next to my ear "I'm going to try the fucking machine" and then I
was left in the dark, literally and metaphorically. 

I have no idea how long I was there. I was touched more than once
and panicked a couple of times but when you are spread-eagled
like that in the end there is nothing you can do but wait. I
wondered how a visit to a sex shop had ended up here, but I had
wanted to try this scene so 'you pays your money and you takes
your chance'. The fact that Claire clearly had no inhibitions
promised many nights of fun to come. I didn't realize at the time
that we had already passed stage three, the photos, and that the
last stage was soon to come.

Then the hood was removed and the straps undone. I was passed a
drink and walked with Claire to the edge of the group of people
gathering around the gallows. "They are going to play now   it is
called 'Flatline'. Everybody whose picture was taken goes into
the computer and they have a random choice system. It picks two
couples and they play against each other, man against man and
woman against woman. The loser is the one that flatlines first" I
asked what she meant "They hang by the neck until dead, for real.
They try to bring the loser back but sometimes they fail and they
have to get rid of a body" One of the three computer screens on a
table stated flashing with photos, there must have been 20
couples, including us I suddenly realized.

Claire held my hand and was clearly excited. As we appeared and
disappeared she was clearly disappointed and more so when it
stopped on another couple. They stepped forward, kissed each
other and walked behind the left hand nooses. Both were clearly
into the rubber side of things and both seemed to know what to
except. Two guys stepped forwards and tied their hands behind
their backs. Something was said in German and then repeated in
English "Birgit and Erwin, you are to be executed. Do you agree
and is this of your own free will?" Both replied "Ja und ja". I
noticed at this point that four stools had appeared, all with
round seats and three legs.  The same two guys then gagged them
both and took a hood like the one Claire had used on me and put
it over their heads.  A third man stepped forward and strapped a
small box to the upper left arm of each. He looked around and saw
what was clearly their pulses on the second of the screens. Very
fast, with the man faster than the woman, or so Claire said. He
nodded to the other two who placed the nooses over their heads
and round their necks. The knot was place in the same position to
the left of the head and both were helped up onto the stool.
Finally their ankles were tied and all the slack taken out of the
rope. Their pulse rates looked dangerously high to me but nobody
else seemed to worry.

"What next?" I asked Claire "They wait for the second couple.
Then when all four are ready they all bet. They chose a time to
flatline for the man and for the woman and the closest wins.
Klaus says you bet much longer on the woman because they are much
lighter" "What if we are chosen?" I asked "You hang" she replied
and looked forward; ignoring my look (I am pretty sure that even
with a helmet on you would have seen the look of fear).

The pictures started rolling again, again with Claire holding my
hand. Each time we went past she gripped and when it stopped and
it was us, she gripped really tight. She said "Yes!" loudly and
stepped forward, pulling me with her. Before I knew it we were
behind the nooses and stools and my hands were being tied. I
thought "I can say no" but then looked at Claire and the crowd.
There was no way back. "Claire and Richard, you are to be
executed. Do you agree and is this of your own free will?" Claire
said "yes, please" and I muttered "Ja, Ja". 

The gag had an insert that fitted on top of my tongue and was
held in place by straps that went behind and over my head, so
nothing more could be said. My collar was taken off ("keeps it
fair" was said by the man, who I realized was my executioner) and
the hood place over my head. I felt the pulse system being
tightened round my arm and could feel my pulse against it   very,
very fast. Then something brushed against the hood and the noose
was tightened on my neck. I then started to relax   it was going
to happen so experience it, feel it, and go for it. The erection
came back (I had forgotten that my cock was still available) and
the executioner touch it "gut, gut". He then helped me on to the
stool, took out most of the slack to stop me falling and tied my
ankles. Finally he carefully took out the rest of the slack
leaving me held up by the neck, still able to get breath, but not
otherwise able to move. "When the stool goes, there won't be a
drop" I thought and then wondered if Claire was as ready as I now
felt. 

Time is not relevant when you are waiting to hang but clearly
some had to pass before we were hung   they were betting on who
would die first. 

"We will count to three, in English for you, and then we pull
away the stool. You take big breath on one and two, because I
have money on you beating Erwin" That is where I am now, three
not planned stages followed by the fourth, I am just about to be
executed by a load of Germans I only met three hours ago.

~oOo~

 
"Somebody is holding my stool. 'One' Breathe, 'Two' Breathe deep,
'Three'.

"It's going"   ^-^-^-^-^^^^^^^^

"It's gone"    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

"My neck, my neck. Its hurts. It's not bad. It is. The rope's
cutting in. It hurts" ^^^^^^^^^

"Breathe" "huchchch" "I can't breath" "Breathe!" "huch"
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^-^-^-^

"No air" "I need air" "I can't breathe" "It  hurts, my neck
hurts" "I'm jerking" "I'm swinging" "Find the stool" "No stool"
"No air"   ^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-

"It's going red" "No blood, no air" "Red, all red"
^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-

"I jerked" "I'm hung, I'm hanging" ^--^--^--^--^--^--

"Its good, its like I'm coming" "Waves" "It's going dark" "I've
stopped twitching" "Darkness coming" "I'm flatlining" "I lose"
^---^---^----^-----^-------------------------

----------------------.

----------------------.

"There's a white light" "I'm moving towards it, though it" "I'm
above the gallows" "I'm there, still" "Claire's still kicking"
"I'm leaving" "I'm dead" "Claire is slowing" "I'm gone"

~oOo~

"Richard, Richard" 

"Richard!" 

"You're back, you're back" 

"Claire?"

"Yes, you flatlined. I saw you stop. I was still moving, I could
breathe a little at the start, then no more, but Birgit
flatlined, so they took me down. I didn't want them to but they
did"

"My neck hurts, my head hurts"

"They gave you oxygen and then they had to shock you. They've
done it lots"

"You have a deep bruise all round your neck, mine goes halfway.
Klaus has some high neck sweaters"

"I need to lie here. The suit is ripped. I can't think"

"It's alright, next time I'll fully hang, next time"

"Yes, next time"


~oOo~


This story is original work by Richard Cooper (Rick: <a
href="mailto:Richcoops18@yahoo.co.uk">Richcoops18@yahoo.co.uk</a>
). You may use it for any purpose but I would be grateful if you
do copy it you let me know where it ends up.





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