He has been sitting for a long time in the park, watching the girl in the swing. It was getting dark, and still she was here, most of the other kids were gone now with their mom, but she was still here.

Her thin arms were holding the ropes of the swing, and her thin skinny legs was giving the swing extra speed. She only had sandals of leather on her feet, no ankle socks, only sandals with a strap around her thin ankles.

She wore a dark dress, showing her tiny collarbones, held up by two straps. The lengh of the dress was just showing her thighs while swinging.

She had a beautiful face with full lips, and had dark thin hair, held in a ponytail by a rubberband.

It was dark now, and I was still sitting watching her.

She jumped from the Swing, and began to walk by a lane inthe park towards the gate to get out.

I myself got up too, and in some long steps I was beside her and asked why she was out this late - alone.

She said she had no mom, and her daddy was probably sitting in one of the bars near home, and shw would try to find him. I agreed, and volunteered to escort her, for protection I told her. She seemed to agree, and we looked in every bar, but she did not find her daddy anywhere, and realized that maybe he was already at home.

I followed her to their home, and saw her running up the stairs to the second floor, there she knocked the door several times, hard and long, but nobody opened up the door for her.

After a while I called her, and she ran down the stairs to me, with tears in her eyes.

This was the moment where I should have called the police to take over. Instead I offered her to wait in my home, for her drunk daddy to come home.

She accepted, and with her little hand in mine we walked for the a long time, ending with me carrying her in my arms, and with her long thin arm around my neck.

Kicking the frontdoor into lock, I carried her to my sleeping room, and placed her in the left side of the bed.

She was sleeping hard, and I dimmed the light on the little table beside the bed.

For a long time I kneeled in front of her, looking at her sleeping little pretty face her full lips, lips almost too ful for a 8-9 year young girl.

Carefully I opened up my zipper, to let out my fully erect cock, big and very stiff.

I leaned over her, and directed the swollen tip of my head to touch her beautiful lips.

She was sleeping with her lips half open, and I directed my swollen red tip of my cock inside the tiny gap of her lips.

At first she did not react, but then she parted her lips, and I followed by forcing more of my cock inside her lips.

Apparently she was still in a deep sleep, and she only opened her lips to get rid of something that probably was tickling her,or just annoying her, but the result was, that in just a few minutes her beautiful full lips were closed around the swollen tip of my cock.

It looked so incredible, and it felt wonderful to be inside her warm wet mouth.

Very gentle I began to stroke my shaft, and within just a minute a fantastic orgasm filled my whole body, and filled the girls mouth too with warm sperm, that spurted out from her lips, and made her wake up in fear.

Sha sat up in the bed, screaming in fear, with white sperm drippling down her chin, neck and chest, watching a grown up man leaning over her, with his thick erect cock pointing at her face.

Quickly I stopped her screaming by holding my hand around her mouth to muffle her.

I panicked, and went to the drawer for clothes line to tie her, and for a scarf to tie around her mouth. Still holding her, dragging her with me to the drawer, I found a silk napkin to stuff inside her mouth,and then a thin nylon scarf to tie around her mouth, so only her big sensous lips were visible on each side of the scarf.

I then tied her wrists behind her back, and her elbows too, and then her thin ankles, and last her knees.

She looked so fantastic and vulnerably, leaning against the bed.

There was fear in her eyes, but otherwise she stayed calm, and she did not fight the ropes that tied her up.

I was looking at her for a long time, uncertain about what to do with her. Letting her go would end up with the police coming I thought, and there was something magic in having her here with me, a girl that would not be missed by any one, exept for her drunken father.

All my lonely years of sexual fantasies came to me now, Fantasies about girls hanged in gallows, suddently came on so strong, that my arousal took away all my natural senses away from me, and I found myself rigging up a doubble slipknot of clothesline, hanging from a hook in my ceiling, a left over from previous owners.

Underneith the slipknot I placed a stool.

The little girl did not know what was happening, and looked at me with big dark eyes, full of fear, and...curiousity too perhaps? I was ready, and caried her into the living room, and placed her tied feet on the seat on the stool, and looped the doubble slipknot over her head, and placed it so the two clotheslines was running up just behind her right ear.

Through the hook in the ceiling, I pulled the double clothesline tight untill the little girl was standing on her toes to maintain balance. The doubble slipknot under her ear, forced her head towards her left shoulder, and her long thin vulnerable neck reveiled to me all the blue blod wessels and venes in her long stretched neck.

It looked beautiful, and for a long time I watched her neck, and the deep ligature of the clotheslines, and her raspy forced breathing.

The little girl was standing on her tip toes,fighting for maintaining her balance on the stool, with her long slender neck stretched by the tight rope around her neck, sitting up under her chin, with the knot just behind her right ear, and attached to the hook in the ceiling.

Just as I have always imagined it to be in my fantasies.

I tied the last part of the clothesline around one of the legs on the stool, so that I could just pull at a distance, and watch this 9 years young girl get hanged.

I dressed naked, and stood before her,looking into her frightened dark eyes. I kissed her lips, and she closed her eyes.

This was the moment.with the clothesline in my left hand, and my stiff thick cock in my right, I pulled as hard as I could in the rope, and the stool tipped over, letting the little 9 years old girl take her full weight by her stretched neck, at first she just hang very silently, swinging in circles, then her tied legs started kicking. Almost immediatly my cock was spurting a long stream of sperm on the carpet, and the little girl kicked her legs in agony and despair. Suddently it was clear to me that I was about to kill a little girl just for my own sexual purpose. In panick I found a scissor, and started to cut the clotheslines above the little girls head. She was still kicking her tied feet, and the ropes around her long thin neck have made deepred ligatures I could see, but she was still alive.

I carried her back to the bed, and cut away all the clotheslines from her body. Her eyes were a little blodshot, and the red marks around her tiny neck was to be there for a longer time, but away from the marks of rope on her arms and legs she was alive and well? I was sitting the whole night at her side of the bed, filled with remorse and fear, to have almost killed a little girl just becourse of my own sexual needs.

I did not know what would happen inthe morning when she would woke up to a sore neck, and a maniac who waned simply to hang her.

My life is in her hand now, and there is nothing I can do.

She would for certain ran home to her daddy, wake him up, tell him everything, and the police would pick me up next, and I would not be let out anymore in my life for shure.

I gave the girl an early breakfast, and was utterly surprised that she was not being terrified by sitting next to her executioner.

Her eyes must have seen a lot of bad things alrady I thought.

I gave her money for a cab, and I wrote a note to her, with my full adress and phone number, telling her that what I did was a cruel thing, that I was ashamed of myself, and she had the full right to let her daddy call the police to arrest me.

She hardly looked at me, took the money and the note, and ran downstairs, leaving me as a nervous wreck.

to be continued.