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Serial 2

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He clung to the tree trunk outside the sorority house,\nexactly 2 stories in the air. Level with her bedroom window. Invisible in the\ndark night. Motionless except for the beating of his heart.....( just like in\nthe song, he thought ). Inside the bedroom she stood in front of her mirror and\nstudied herself as she slowly undressed. Ran her hands over her body. Primped\nher hair, looking sidelong at herself in the mirror. Then she took a towel from\nthe dresser and went into the adjoining bathroom. Closed the door.

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He stepped carefully along a tree branch, onto the small\nroof under her window. Tried the window. Unlatched. He crawled into the room\nand closed the window silently.

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From the bathroom he could hear the sound of the shower\nwater running. His senses were filled with the smell of her perfumes and\nshampoos and soaps.

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The closet door stood halfway open. He slipped in carefully,\nand nestled in behind the row of hanging clothes.

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Hanging clothes, he thought. Ironic.

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She was in the shower a very long time.

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Finally he heard the water stop. She came out of the\nbathroom wrapped in a towel. Stood in front of the dresser, used the blow drier\non her hair. He could see her from behind, and in the mirror.

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She brushed her hair. Combed her hair. Teased her hair. Then\nshe dropped the towel on the floor.

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From a dresser drawer she got white panties, pulled them on.\nAnd a white bra. She spent a long time adjusting her cleavage above the bra\ncups.

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Then she pulled on a short little half slip. And from the\nbed she took a black pleated skirt, pulled it on. The hem fell halfway up her\nthighs.

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Then a white gauzy blouse. He could see her bra through the\nfabric. She buttoned up the front and tucked it into the waist of her skirt.

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From the dresser she pulled out a pair of pantyhose.\nTangled. She concentrated on straightening them out. He moved out of the closet\nand crossed the carpet to where she stood by the dresser. In one hand he held a\nshiny knife.

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She had her head down, never saw him coming. The first she\nknew, his left hand was clamped across her mouth, and the knife was held in\nfront of her face. He felt her body go rigid, and she made a long quivering\nintake of breath. In the mirror he could see her eyes snap open wide.

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\"Shhhhh\" he said simply. She dropped the pantyhose\non top of the dresser and laid her hands flat on the top.

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She was trembling and taking deep breaths, but not trying to\nscream or struggle. He slowly released her mouth, and tapped her lips with one\nfinger. Stood close behind her, pinned her to the dresser.

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From one of his coat pockets he pulled out a roll of clear\npackaging tape. Reaching one arm around her from each side, he peeled off a\nhalf foot of tape, cut it with his knife. Holding it delicately by the ends, he\nslowly pressed it across her mouth, and smoothed out the edges with his\nfingers. Her body trembled against him, and she sobbed quietly. The smell of\nher freshly cleaned hair filled his nose.

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He took the pantyhose from the dresser top. Using his knife,\nhe cut the panties away. He gently pulled her arms behind her and used one\nlength of the soft nylon to bind her wrists tightly together. Taking her by the\nshoulders, he turned her to face him, leaning her back against the dresser. He\nslid the knife slowly down the front of her shirt, carefully cutting away each\nof the buttons. They fell to the carpet almost silently. Her breath came in\nragged gasps. Her cleavage became visible between the edges of her open shirt.

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Turning her to face the dresser again, he slowly slid the\nknife up the right sleeve of her shirt. Opened it from the cuff to the collar.\nAnd did the same with the left sleeve. He pulled the ruined shirt away and\ndropped it to the floor.

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Watching over her shoulder, in the mirror, he reached around\nin front and carefully cut both bra straps above the cups. Then he used the\nother length of nylon to pull her elbows tight together, watching as she had to\npull her shoulders back and extend her chest. Her breasts swelled above her bra\ncups, quivered. Her nipples made hard bumps through the fabric.

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He spun her around to face him. Slid the knife slowly under\nthe front of her bra, lifted until it cut the strap. Her breasts tumbled out,\nand the bra slipped to the floor. Sliding his knife back into his belt, he used\nboth hands to squeeze her breasts. Lift them. Let them drop. Jiggle them side\nto side. Twist them. He pinched her hard nipples, twisted them. Slapped them.

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Suddenly her grabbed her by the waist and threw her across\nthe room. She staggered over the carpet and fell on the bed. Her skirt slid up\nand exposed her tawny thighs. She lay on her back, her knees pressed together,\ngasping and sobbing, her breasts jiggling nicely.

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From his coat pocket he pulled out a length of jingling rope\nand pulleys. Lightweight rope with a small block and tackle attached.\nGuaranteed to lift 500 pounds. More than enough. He pulled a chair to the open\ncenter of the room and stood on it. Turned a large eyebolt through the plaster\nand into the wood of the ceiling joist. Hooked one pulley of the block and\ntackle to it. Leaving the apparatus dangling, he stepped off the chair, and\nturned to the bed.

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She was gone.

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He saw the door was still closed. The window was still\nclosed. The closet stood open.

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He knelt down and looked under the bed. She turned her head\nfrom him and moaned.

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By the hair, he pulled her out. Flat on her back. Her\nbreasts moving prettily while he dragged her to lay under the makeshift\ngallows.

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From another pocket he took a short loop of heavy white\nrope. The ends were tied together to make a loop just big enough to slide over\nher head. He pulled her into a sitting postion, and adjusted the loop so the\nknot was in front of her throat. He clipped the lower pulley onto the back of\nthe noose. And gently pulled the free end of the rope. She was moaning with\neach breath, terrified. Tears stood in the corners of her eyes. As he pulled,\nthe knot pressed against her throat, and her fast deep breaths started to rasp.\nShe struggle to her knees. Slowly he pulled the rope tight again. Her breath\nrasped, and she staggered to her feet. Pulled. She shook her head, pleading\nwith her eyes, her black hair pinned flat under the noose. As the rope grew\ntight again, she staggered in a small circle until she was centered under the\ngallows. She rose slowly on her toes, her breath high pitched and desperate.\nThe loop forced her to look down at her quivering breasts. Behind her back, her\nfists opened and closed.

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He tied the end of the rope to the closet doorknob. Stood in\nfront of her hand slowly took off all his own clothes. His hard cock sprang up\nlike a spring when he pulled off his shorts. Kneeling, he reached under her\nblack skirt and slowly slid her panties down her legs. Lifted her feet out of\nthem, one at a time. Then he slid off her short half slip. And then her black\nskirt. Kicked them all across the room.

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She stood nude. Trembling. Her skin glistened with sweat.\nHer nipples were incredibly hard, perched on the front of her breasts. Her toes\npressed into the carpet, her heels off the floor. Taking long, labored breaths.

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He ran his hands over her body, sliding his cock along her\nbelly as he did. She groaned again. He slid his fingers between her legs, found\nher soaked. Her body shook and she staggered from foot to foot.

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He untied the rope from the doorknob, and pulled her off the\nfloor.

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Her breath stopped, her windpipe flattened by the knot in\nthe noose. She pointed her toes straight at the floor, tried to reach.\nCouldn't. Her legs moved slowly, treading water. Fists behind her back.

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Her chest heaved for air, got none. Again. Her breasts\nbounced. She started to flail her legs out in different directions, desperate\nto gain footing on something. The lightweight rope started to slowly spin. He\nwatched her struggle. He was leaning against the rope near the closet door, and\nstroked himself.

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She pulled her knees up to her chest, and kicked forward.\nThen pulled her legs up behind her and kicked back. Managed to draw one quick\nlittle breath each time. Again and again. And again. He looked at the clock\nradio on her nightstand. She'd been hanging for 5 minutes now. Her struggles\nwere becoming slower, less coordinated. Her whole body took on a shade of light\nblue. Her legs dangled heavier and her hands were held in loose half fists.

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He untied the rope and let her slump to the floor. She drew\nin a ragged breath, panted. Lay motionless, except for her heavy sobbing.

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He pulled her off the floor again. Tied the rope and stood\nnext to her. Shoved his fingers between her legs. Inside of her. She thrust her\npelvis against his hand, clamped her legs on his hand, soaked, silent,\ncontracting on his fingers.

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He stood in front of her and slid his cock inside her. She\nwrapped her legs around his waist and gained some slack in the rope. Gained\nsome breath. He pumped for just a couple minutes and came inside her. He liked\nto think she came too. He stepped back and let her hang free again. It was 20\nminutes before she stopped moving.

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Now she dangled motionless above the floor, her toes pointed\nstraight down. Her hair was a mess. Not a quiver ran through her body.

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He left her hanging like that. Her wrists and elbows pulled\ntight behind her back. Her head forced forward by the rope, her chest forced\nout by the position. One of her sorority sisters could find her later. He loved\nreading about that part in the papers.

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He pulled on his clothes, climbed out the window, and down\nthe tree. And went back to his frat house. He had some drinking to do with his\nbrothers

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