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Sir John sat reading in his armchair, a large book in his lap. It
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is a beautifully illustrated colection of some of his favorite bondage tales.
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It was in the early evening and he had changed into a robe and
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slippers.
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"Here is your brandy, Sir John...Oops!" said Marie, the maid. As
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she bent to set his drink on the table next to him, the glass slipped
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from her hand and spilled across his lap.
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"That's the last time that I let your bumbling go unpunished!"
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shouted John. "Such ineptitude is inexecusable. I have half a mind to
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throttle you senseless."
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Then he takes her, yanks up her skirt, spanks her over his lap
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as he had always been meaning to do. Marie wears no panties tonight.
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she squirms and kicks. He feels her hot pussy. She is turned on and
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oozing. He pulls her to feet, takes a short cord and ties her wrists
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together behind her back. He takes the sash belt from around the
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waist of his robe and quickly fashions a noose in one end. "You don't
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comprehend the seriousness of your predicament, my dear!" he says.
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"I'm going to make you do a little dance. Perhaps a good hanging
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will give you something to think about!" He holds her fast while she
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protests, and he slips the noose over her head, lifts her long hair up
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and through the loop, and then snugs the cord around her neck. He
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grabs her by the hips and lifts her up onto a footstool that he has slid
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underneath the edge of a balcony that looks out onto the library.
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"Now, a moment to fix the cord before you take flight, my careless
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girl!" He steps up onto the stool next to her, and passed the cord
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around one of the balcony rails. He pulls it until all the slack is gone
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and the noose is tugging at her neck, then he ties the cord with a slip
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knot.
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He steps down to admire his work. His robe falls slightly open
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to reveal his hard prick throbbing. He steps forward and grabs her
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firmly on the ass. She looks down at him full of fear and with wide
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eyes. He holds her butt tightly with one hand and slides his hand up
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her thigh. Then in one move he tugs her skirt and panties down her
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legs. They fall at her feet on the stool. Her blouse he unbuttons with
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nimble fingers. he pushes it down around her pinioned arms. Her bra
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fastens in the front, so it is quickly unfastened and joins her blouse.
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Her breasts slip free and sag slightly downward. He squeezes each of
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her nipples gently until it stands erect. "Sir John, please!"
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He strokes her pussy lips lightly with his finger tips. She is wet
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and feels a nasty excitement. She is scared by what she thinks he
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wants to do, yet she is also somehow excited by her fear. He slips a
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finger between her lips and strokes her cunt.
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She squirms about trying to stand upright, yet wanting to
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crouch down and spread her legs. The noose tugs at her throat. "Oh,
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please sir, Let me down!" she moans. "Please, you don't mean to hang
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me, do you? Certainly, it is a jest of yours, sir."
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He adds another finger to his insistent prodding, and strokes
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her inner walls with more vigor. "Why certainly I will let you down,
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Marie, but only after you've had some time to stretch that pretty
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slender neck of yours. Are you ready for your hanging, my sweet?
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The moment is at hand!" He slid his fingers from her, and slowly
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pushed the rolling footstool behind her. She was force to take a small
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step across the top of the stool and then her final step. As she
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realised that there was nothing for her to step onto, she whimpered
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in fright. She stepped into space and hung by her neck. The noose
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pulled much tighter about her throat and choked off her whimpers
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into faint gurgles. Her shoes slip from her feet and fall to the floor
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beneath her. Her toes point down and wave vainly back and forth in
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an attempt to reach some footing. As she twisted slowly about on the
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end of the rope, she lifts one leg, then the other, thinking to step
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back onto the footstool. As she does so, she opens her thighs to reveal
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her puffy excited pussy lips and the hard throbbing clit they frame.
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She feels her face reddening and her pulse pounding. Her arms
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struggle and her breasts wobble back and forth with her efforts. Her
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clit feels like it is swelling larger. Sir John stands next to her,
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watching her increasingly frantic contortions. His prick stands out
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from his waist, jerking with each of his heartbeats. She starts to kick
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now, becoming more desparate as she strangles. Her kicking tightens
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the noose further, choking her gurgles into silence. Now her struggle
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is more frantic and rapid. She gives spastic little kicks and her arms
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are tightly straining at the bonds. She feels her pussy clenching
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strongly at nothing, squeezing down rythmically. The throbbing
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grows and as her vision starts to go red she feels the orgasm coming.
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Her body arches stiffly taut, her toes curl up tight, and then she
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shakes with the unexpected release. Her body twitches and jerks
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helplessly as she cums.
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Sir John tugs the slip knot and catchs the half unconscious girl
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as she falls. He loosens the noose and carries her over to the sofa
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where he props her up. She gasps for breath, and shudders as she
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feels a pins-and-needles sensation across her body. John rapidly
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kneels before her, lifts up her legs, and sinks his rock hard cock into
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her juicy tight cunt. A few hard strokes are all that are required to
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send him over the brink. He groans loudly and his prick jumps and
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spurts copiously into her cunt.
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