The Noose
tags: M/f, hanging, piss, torture
disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!
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She was really beautiful, especially like that� naked, unconscious and bound on the floor. A little petite for his taste, but her face really was something he couldn’t pass. She was 19 years old, and checking her purse, he found out her name was Marielle. At around 175 cm, slim, but with big hips and ass, and very small breasts, she wasn’t a knock out, but her face was the most beautiful face he had seen. He couldn’t wait to see it full of tears.
She lay in the floor completely naked, hands tied behind her back, a rope to each foot, and a simple noose to her neck.
“Well, this is getting boring, I better wake you up honey” he said to himself as he went to a drawer in a corner and took a small flask of smelling salts.
He grabbed her by the back of her head and put the flask under her nose, waving it until her eyes started to move, and then throwing her head back on the floor.
“Wha� where am I�” she said still dizzy by the drugs.
“Get up� now”
“Who� who are you? Where am I?” She was trying to turn but obviously she wasn’t to follow his order.
“Well, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you honey” He went to a wall, and flicked a switch turning to see her as she started to scream. A small winch on the roof started to pull the rope tied to her neck, and she suddenly had no choice but to rise or start chocking.
“Stop please!!! I can’t breath!!!” She said as she scrambled on the floor, trying to get up before the rope choked her, but falling again and again because she couldn’t use her hands.
He just kept looking while the winch took even more rope and started lifting her from the floor by her neck. Then he stopped, rolled his eyes to the floor, and went to her to help her to her feet� after all the best part was yet to come and he didn’t want her dying early.
He grabbed her under her arms while she struggled, and roughly lifted her until her feet touched the ground, all while she cried uncontrollably and her makeup started to run.
Looking her right in her eyes, he said “Look at me honey!!! Are you gonna do what I say from now on? Or do I have to lift you of the ground now?”
In between her tears she looked to the floor, and said a silent “yes”.
“Its yes, sir... honey. Now, again, will you do what I tell you to do?”
“Yes� sir”
“Good, can you stand on your own now?”
“Yes, sir”
“Good, now shut up and stand still then, I have to make this ropes a little more taunt.” And with a huge grin in his face he left the sobbing girl and went back to the wall to keep rising the winch. This time, as he started to pull the rope around her neck she started to cry and plead him to stop. He pressed another button and two more winches on either side of her started working and pulling from the ropes tied to her feet.
Seeing this, she started begging him to stop. “Please stop, I can’t breathe!!! I am gonna fall”
“I think you forgot the magic word honey� come on, I now you can do it better!!!”
“Sir!!! Sir!!! Please stop!!! I can’t breathe” She said as her feet started to slide further and further apart and the nose around her neck started to tighten.
“Yes you can!!! This is nothing yet honey!!!” He kept the winches going, until her feet were wide apart, and the rope around her neck was so tight got on the toes to breath.
Leaving the controls, she walked in front of her. “Now then� I can believe you if you tell me you can’t breath!!!” He said laughing.
She looked at him with her eyes red and full of tears. Her face a mask of fear and concentration, as she fought a lost battle to keep her equilibrium. She started to speak� or tried to but could only make a sound impossible to understand.
“What? Can’t understand what you are saying honey. Tell you what, if you want me to let you go, just say it. Just say, please sir, let me go, and you are free to go.”
She started crying even harder, closed her eyes, and tried to lift her head higher so she could speak, but the ropes in her feet made it impossible. In fear, she lost control of her bladder and started peeing. I slid down her leg into the floor, making a small pool at her feet.
Her lungs started to burn, slowly at first, but then it was all she could think of, that burning sensation and the face in front of her. Laughing and full of joy. Just then she saw his hand move to her breasts, and then slowly felt it going lower until it rested in her belly, and lastly until he started touching her clit.
And then she lost it� her concentration gone, she slipped in the pool of pee at her feet and the rope cut even harder in her throat. With her lungs a ball of fire, the world started to close around her, as she started to fall unconscious.
With the last of her consciousness, she heard him say something� she thought it meant “see you soon”, but wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter any way. Then, her vision went black and her body hung limp from the rope.
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Pain� that’s the first thing she felt. Pain and cold all over her body, and specially in her neck. She tried to move, but found her arms bound behind her, and didn’t know why. And then it hit her, it all came back. The ropes, the man laughing, the burning sensation in her chest as her lung cried for air�
Tried looking around, but all she could see was darkens all around. She laid on the floor, crying until she heard a soft click to her left, turned and saw the man's head illuminated by a flashlight, still grinning from ear to ear.
She quickly tried to scramble backwards away from the man, but it was useless, the rope didn’t let her move.
He just looked at her, smiling like a lunatic, and then said “Told you we would be seeing each other soon. And I might add, for a� very� long� time”. Taking a step away with every word, until she heard the now familiar sound of the winch pulling the ropes.
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