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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: RP - Video Party (M/F/hanging/cons/DS) 
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This story was written by Jack Milton.  I (Damien) am posting it by
permission of the author.

   Listen up!  Yes, I mean you!

   There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story.

   First, there's sexually explicit stuff here.  If you're not old enough
to vote, go on to the next message.  Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group.  Gwan, kid, shoo!  And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!

   Second, this story includes a description of somebody getting tortured
for sexual pleasure.  Either way, this isn't milk and cookies.  If you
don't want to read about such things, go away and read another message.

   Third, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>!  No actual people or animals
were harmed in the writing of this story.

   Fourth, don't try this stuff at home.  You could end up dead!  Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA.  That's not counting
the rest of the world.

   Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story.  If you think it's badly
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   Summary: This story includes descriptions of anal, oral, and regular
sex, whipping, and a woman being hanged for sexual pleasure.  Non-lethal,
consensual.

   VIDEO PARTY

   by Jack Milton

   Judy knew that Master Biran was a wealthy man--wealthy enough to live in
one of the biggest estates that bordered Long Island Sound there in
Westport.  His was a home where important and powerful men gathered for
lavish parties and political fund-raisers.  Stories of wild goings on there
were commonplace but they never seemed to find their way into the news. 
That's how well connected Master Biran was.

   He was a handsome man too.  Judy had admired him on the day he showed up
at Mistress Karla's private dungeon, despite the humiliation of him seeing
her naked, bound and gagged and stretched out on her tiptoes with a rope
tied around her neck.  He'd sat quietly while Mistress Karla had whipped
her breasts and ass red with the large riding crop that she so favored. 
They had put on quite a show for him, Judy providing the
piece-de-resistance when she came in a long, wracking orgasm.  Afterward,
Mistress Karla had left her strung up for his inspection.

   Master Biran appraised her like he was buying a slave at market in some
pre-civil-war southern state.  He checked her out thoroughly, soundly
squeezing her ample breasts.  "This is all her," he asked.

   "Yes," Mistress Karla replied.  "She hasn't had them enlarged.  They're
a natural 38C."

   Master Biran inspected her insides as well, slipping a finger up into
her dripping vagina.  He probed long and hard with that finger, eliciting a
moan from beneath her gag.  He even penetrated her ass with that same
probing middle finger, pushing as deep inside all the way to his knuckle
and twisting like some cruel proctologist.  Finally he turned to Mistress
Karla and said "She'll do nicely."

   And the arrangements were made.

   "You're going to visit Master Biran in his dungeon on Saturday,"
Mistress Karla told her.  "I won't be there, but you will do whatever he
commands, exactly as though I were giving those commands.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes, Mistress," Judy replied

   "And you will return when he is finished with you and describe
everything you've endured like an obedient slut."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Master Biran will owe me a rather large favor in exchange for your
servitude.  And he is a man who can grant exceptional favors."

   "Yes, Mistress," she said.  Then Judy was locked into her cell for 48
hours until Saturday evening arrived and a limousine showed up to collect
her.

   She was driven to a two-story brick building tucked away in one corner
of Master Biran's enormous estate.  Outside, about twenty cars were parked
in a neat row along one side.  There in the back seat of the limo a phone
rang.  Judy picked it up and heard the voice of the driver, who was
invisible to her through a glass partition.  He instructed her to get out
and enter the building.

   Judy went to the entrance and rang the buzzer.  A security camera over
the doorway whirred to life and pointed down at her.  She looked up and
said, "I am here for Master Biran." She heard an electric buzz and the door
clicked open.  Master Biran met her inside.

   "You're right on time, Judy," he said.  "Come with me." And he led her
down a hallway to a wide steel door which was ajar.

   Inside, Master Biran had set up a well equipped dungeon on one side of
the room.  Facing that area was a riser with seats, like in a miniature
theater.  In fact the whole setup looked theatrical, the dungeon area like
a set for a play, with several fresnel lights focused on each torture
device.  There was a tall post with shackles on one side of the 'stage' and
on the other side a set of stocks with holes for head and hands that could
be raised or lowered to any desired height.  In the center was a simple
gallows consisting of a noose dangling over a low platform about two-feet
square.  And they weren't alone.

   Every one of the seats was occupied.  That made her nervous. 
Approximately twenty people were going to watch whatever Master Biran
planned to do with her.  She couldn't recognize any faces in the relative
darkness of the audience area, but not all of them were men.  She spotted a
half-dozen women in the audience, and everybody was watching her intently.

   Master Biran brought her to center stage, which put her about ten feet
from the audience.  He turned to them and bowed.  "This is Judy," he said.
"She is twenty years old and she belongs to Mistress Karla, who has
generously donated her for our entertainment this evening." He then turned
to Judy.  "Have you dressed as Mistress Karla instructed?"

   "Yes, sir." Judy had followed her instructions perfectly.  She had put
on her black skirt, which was tight around her ass and her white acetate
blouse.  Under them she had worn her black lace panties and bra.  She also
wore Mistress Karla's favorite butt plug, two-inches long and finger thick.
It was held in place with straps around each thigh and around her pelvis.
She had worn it in the limo and had wondered what the driver would think if
he knew.  She also had on a very tight pearl choker.  She looked a bit like
Donna Reed, wholesome and sexy with her tits provocatively standing out
beneath the shiny white acetate material.  She'd done her hair up tight in
the back so there was none on her neck and shoulders.  Finally, she had
worn black fuck me pumps with high stiletto heels.  They made her legs look
great, forcing her calves up high and tight.

   "Pose for us," Master Biran told her.  "Show us how pretty you are."

   Judy stood erect, her chin held high and modeled her outfit for the
audience.  She turned to each side to show off her figure in the tight
outfit.  That's when she noticed the pair of video cameras set up to
capture the performance on stage.  They were running, red tally lights
glowing on each.

   Judy had seen herself on videotape before but she imagined that this
tape would be a lot more professional than any of the ones Mistress Karla
had taken.  Master Biran never did anything haphazardly.  He didn't have
to. If he wished, he could have had an entire film crew here.  But Judy
knew that videotape had a look of reality to it that made it superior for
watching sexual activity.  There was a voyeuristic quality to video that
made the viewer feel like he or she was there in the same room.  She had no
idea what Master Biran intended to do with the tape, but that was not
anything she had a say about.  She was merely Mistress Karla's slave and as
such Judy was bound to obey.

   "Offer your breasts to the audience," Master Biran directed.

   Judy went to the front row of seats and thrust her shoulders back and
her breasts outward.  As she walked along the front of the row hands
reached out to fondle her tits beneath the blouse.  She became very aroused
feeling one pair of hands after another cupping and squeezing her.  Judy's
nipples, hard now, rubbed excitingly against the fabric of her bra.  As she
stepped up to the second row, one hand slipped into the vee of her neckline
and gave her tits a thorough fondling.  She had to bend forward to
accommodate him.  All of the audience handled her breasts before she was
through.  The women were as eager as the men.

   Her round of the audience complete, she returned to center stage where
Master Biran waited.  Then he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it back to
expose her full breasts so nicely nested in the low-cut bra.

   "She has lovely tits and a beautiful long neck," he said to the audience
while he fondled her from behind.  "We're going to pay special attention to
them," he continued, moving one hand up to her throat and squeezing firmly
just as he had to her breasts.

   Judy couldn't help but utter a deep sigh.  Her neck, especially in the
front where her pearl-bound throat was exposed, was a particularly powerful
erogenous zone.  Of all the devices on the stage, the hangman's noose was
the one that filled her with the most fear and the greatest longing.

   Master Biran removed her blouse and picked up a three foot length of
rope.  He turned her sideways so that the audience, and the cameras, could
get a clear view of him tying her wrists together behind her back.  She
could hear whispers from the audience as they talked softly to each other.

   Her skirt was the next thing to go.  Master Biran unzipped her and let
it slip down to the floor around her pumps.  In a single step, she was free
from her last outer garment.  More whispers came from the audience when
they saw the straps around her holding the plug tightly in inside her ass.
Master Biran turned her back to the audience and bade her to bend over and
give the audience a good look at her anal penetration.

   Judy obeyed, bending over with her legs straight and spread wide.  She
responded to each of his commands with a demure "Yes, sir," like she had
been trained to do.  She liked saying "Yes, sir." It made her feel like a
prisoner, which is exactly what she was.  Judy was a willing prisoner, who
submitted docilely to all confinement and punishment.  She had a penchant
for masturbating without permission, which was the principal source of her
punishment from Mistress Karla.  Judy was strictly forbidden from
masturbating until she was instructed to do so.  Sometimes Mistress Karla
would imprison Judy in stocks, strap on a lifelike dildo and fuck her in
the ass.  When Mistress Karla did command her to masturbate it was
frequently in front of a full length mirror, and Judy watched herself
fingering her own clitoris while her mistress choked her with a silk
necktie.  That always made Judy come hard, which Mistress Karla, being a
good and loving mistress, wanted her to do.

   Master Biran grabbed the base of the butt plug and wiggled it, making
the stiff protuberance move around inside her.  The plug was not large
enough to hurt, but it's presence was a continuous reminder of her
servitude.  After a minute he stood her upright again.

   "Are you ready for some cock?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Where shall I put my cock inside you first?"

   "In my mouth, sir," she said softly.

   Master Biran slapped her smartly across the cheek, his first blow of the
evening.  "Speak up girl.  Everybody has to hear you."

   Judy's heart started to pound.  "Put your cock in my mouth, sir," she
said, loudly enough that the entire audience and the microphones on the
cameras could hear plainly.

   More whispers from the audience as he pushed her down to her knees.  She
opened her mouth dutifully and waited to have it fucked.  Master Biran did
not disappoint her.  He pressed his thick erection into her mouth until it
pushed against the opening of her throat.

   "You may suck me now," he said.

   Judy went to work on him, sucking hard and moving twisting her head from
side to side as she pistoned her mouth up and down.  This was how she had
been taught to suck cock when she was fifteen.  Still a virgin, she had
decided that she wanted to learn how to perform fellatio the way a man
liked it done.  She had asked one of her neighbors, a homosexual man, to
teach her.  She figured a man who sucked cock would be the best teacher
because he would know how it actually felt to be sucked.  She watched him
intently, focusing on his every move.  Then she had tried it while he
coached her.  After that, she sought out bisexual men to practice on, so
they could critique her technique.  It wasn't long before she sucked cock
like a gay man and it rarely took long to make whoever she sucked ejaculate
in her mouth.

   "Open your throat, Judy slut," he commanded.

   Judy opened her throat wide and inhaled deeply around her hard mouthful.
Then she felt him move inside until all eight inches of him was swallowed.
Dutifully she kept her throat open while he pleasured himself.

   But Master Biran did not allow her to suck his cock to completion.  More
murmurs and whispering came from the audience.

   "You perform orally very well," he said.  "Before we're done you will
have cum in your mouth.  But first we have a lot to do.

   He led her to the post and untied her hands so he could rebind them in
the shackles affixed to the post.  Pulling upward on shackle chain he
stretched her arms out over her head.  Next he took a spreader bar from the
implements on the back wall and attached it to her ankles.  This made it
impossible for Judy to bring her knees together.  "Now we must remove your
undergarments," he said loudly, for the benefit of the audience.  Master
Biran took a penknife out of his pocket and cut her panties at the crotch
and at the waistband so there would be no need to remove the straps holding
her anal plug in place.  He discarded the panties then cut the straps on
her bra.  She shivered as she felt the cold steel against her skin.  She
was now naked, except for the pearl choker and straps around her thighs and
her high heeled pumps.

   Then he selected a wide tipped, leather crop from the wall and began to
caress her body gently with it.  He slid the leather flap upward from the
mound between her legs, along her flat stomach and between her jutting
tits. Then he struck her left breast with a stinging hard slap.

   Judy cried out.  This elicited another round of whispering and comments
from the audience.  Every time she became aware of them out there in the
dark watching her in the spotlight she felt the humiliation she had craved
when she first entered into bondage.

   "Scream as loud as you like," he told her.  "Give the audience something
to remember.  Nobody can hear you outside of this room."

   "Yes, sir," she said, her chest heaving with each breath.

   Master Biran continued to whip her with the crop.  He worked her breasts
until they were bright red and each blow made her tits feel harder so that
finally she felt like they would explode.  He paid special attention to her
nipples, expertly placing the leather crop end where it would cause her the
most discomfort.  And with each blow she cried out loudly, loving the sound
of the leather slapping against her skin and her own pained cries.  When he
had spent ten minutes attending to her breasts, he turned her around and
went to work on her ass.  In another ten minutes they were bright red as
well.

   "What's next?" he asked her.

   Tears were streaming down her face now and she whimpered as she spoke.
"My pussy, sir.  My pussy needs to be whipped." She made sure she said it
out loud.  "Please whip my pussy."

   Master Biran obliged her, not only striking her tender pubic mound but
her inner thighs as well.  And with each strike she screamed and felt her
knees make the futile attempt to come together.  When he was finished she
hung limply from her bound wrists, drenched in sweat.  To her surprise the
audience began to applaud.

   Master Biran took a towel to her face drying it tenderly, but he left
the rest of her body glistening wet in the hot light of the fresnel lamps.
Finally he unshackled her and removed the spreader bar.  Then he sat her
down on a straight-backed chair to rest for the next act of their
performance.

   She stared down at the floor while she sat, unable to look up at the
audience until he lifted her chin and forced her to show her face.

   "Spread your legs for them to see," he commanded.

   "Yes, sir." She spread her legs wide exposing her cunt for the audience.

   "And now I want you to use your fingers to open your labia.  Show them
your cock hole, slut."

   "Yes, sir," she said, once again in tears.  And she obeyed, spreading
her cunt lips and holding her vagina as wide open as she could.  In the
position she was sitting her exposed cunt was brilliantly lit.

   "Tell the audience what you use your little cunthole for." His tone had
changed, gotten meaner as he spoke down to her like the slut she gladly
was.

   "Yes, sir," she said.  I spread my legs so that the men my mistress
brings home can put their hard cocks inside me."

   "Just cocks?"

   "Sometimes my mistress lays on top of me and fucks my cunt with her
strap-on dildo."

   Without warning, Master Biran grabbed her by the neck and pulled he up
from the chair.  Judy held her hands by her sides, not daring to resist as
he hauled her to the stocks.  He opened the top of the stocks, bent her
down and forced her neck and wrists into the appropriate holes.  Then he
clamped the top down, leaving her helpless once again.  He moved around the
back of her and considered her red bottom.

   "It's time to remove the plug from your ass and put something larger
inside," he told her.

   "Yes, sir."

   She fidgeted uneasily as he unstrapped the plug and removed it.  The
stocks were situated so that Judy was imprisoned in profile to the
audience, to give them the best possible view of the action as Master Biran
rubbed a dab of lubricant into the opening.  Then he spread her cheeks and
pressed the head of his throbbing cock slowly into her rectum.  Judy cried
out loud once again as his thickness spread her tender asshole wide open.
Once fully inside, he began to pump his cock in and out with hard, rhythmic
strokes.  He bent over and grabbed her nipples, squeezing them roughly
while he fucked her asshole.

   "What's happening to you?" he said.

   "My asshole is getting fucked," she answered sobbing.  "Your cock is
inside my asshole, sir.  And you're fucking me hard."

   "How does it feel, slut?" His voice was getting louder as his ardor
grew.

   "It hurts, sir.  Your cock is so thick and hard inside my ass." She was
yelling out loud now.

   "Do you want me to stop?"

   "No, sir.  Please fuck my asshole some more.  Please, sir.  Fuck my
asshole hard and for a long time."

   "Why do you want me to do that?"

   "Because I am a slut, sir.  I'm a slave.  I want to be chained up and
fucked in my asshole."

   "What else do you want, you fucking slut?"

   "I want someone to fuck my mouth while you fuck my ass, sir."

   That brought another round of murmuring from the audience.

   "You want someone from the audience to come up her and put their cock in
your mouth?  Is that what you want?"

   "YES, SIR!" she screamed.  "I want a cock in my mouth and in my asshole
right now."

   "Who do you want to fuck your mouth, Judy cunt?"

   "The man who put his hand inside my blouse to feel my tits, sir." She
didn't bother to think.  She just cried it out.

   "Then you have to ask him, Judy cunt.  His name is Master John.  Look at
him and beg him."

   Judy twisted her neck, which was difficult in the tight wooden collar
and looked up at the audience.  "Please, Master John sir.  Will you put
your hard cock in my mouth while my ass is getting fucked?  Please, sir.  I
beg you.  Fuck me in my horny mouth!"

   "Why should I, slut?" Master John said from the audience.

   "Because you made me horny when you felt me up.  Please, sir.  I want to
suck your hard cock!"

   "Do you mean it," Master John said.

   "YES, SIR!" she cried out as loud as she could.  "I WANT TO SUCK YOUR
COCK, SIR!  I'M A HORNY COCKSUCKER AND MY MOUTH FEELS EMPTY!"

   Judy stared out at the audience, waiting for Master John to come to the
stage so she could suck him off.  She noticed that three of the men on the
front row had their cocks out and were masturbating.  Another man in the
front row was already getting his cock sucked by one of the women in the
audience who was kneeling between his legs.  That made her feel good.  She
began to fuck back with her ass, thrusting upward to meet Master Biran's
inward thrusts, feeling his balls slapping against her cuntlips.

   In a moment Master John stepped out of the audience and walked up to
her. He was inside her mouth immediately, thrusting hard.  His cock was
even thicker than Master Biran's.  Greedily she sucked him, like a baby
sucks on a nipple, hungry for the fluid within.

   It didn't take long.  Master John was jerking and squirting hot cum into
her mouth after less than three minutes.  Judy didn't swallow, choosing to
taste the fresh semen as long as she could while her ass was being fucked.

   Then she felt an intense orgasm building inside her.  She came hard,
shaking and crying out like a little girl.  "OH FUCK!  I'M CUMMING!"

   Master Biran also came then, Throbbing and pumping jizz into her open
asshole.  He cupped her tits in his hands and squeezed them painfully hard
as he came.  When his orgasm subsided, he withdrew from her and sat down in
the chair.  Judy remained imprisoned in the stocks.  Finally she swallowed
the cum in her mouth and felt the cum in her asshole dripping down the
inside of her wobbly legs.

   Master Biran let he remain in that position until he had regained his
breath.  Then he released her and once again allowed her to sit for a
spell. Judy slumped into the chair.  Once again she was shining with sweat
all over her body.  Master Biran brought her a glass of water and she
gulped it down thirstily.

   "What now?" Master Biran said to her.  "What shall we do for act three?"

   Judy craned her head around to take in the rest of the dungeon.  What
else was there?  She stared at the noose hanging there.  That was act
three. If she were sitting in the audience, that's what she would want to
see.

   "Put the noose around my neck, sir."

   "And then...?"

   "Hang me, sir.  Hang me by my neck.  Please Master."

   The deep breathing from the audience was audible.  Judy knew that she
was really getting to them.  One of them had already fucked her mouth and
the rest wanted to do the same.  Even the women were hot for her.  Of that
she was certain.  She doubted that any of them had ever heard a naked girl
begged to be hanged by her neck before.  She had never begged for it,
although she was quite used to choking-tight things around her neck. 
Mistress Karla had even strangled her to unconsciousness with her silk tie
several times, but she had never actually suspended Judy by her pretty
neck. And that's what she wanted now more than anything else.

   "Very well," Master Biran said.  "Since you begged like a good little
slut, you may have your wish."

   "Thank you, sir."

   Master Biran stood her up and once again he tied her hands behind her
back securely.  He tilted her chin up and pressed his tongue into the
hollow of her throat.  That brought a moan to her lips and she pressed her
throat hard against the tip of his probing tongue.  She felt like she might
come again any moment if he continued to tongue her throat.

   The audience was buzzing loudly now.  The final act was beginning. 
Master Biran grabbed he arm firmly and led her around the back of the
gallows.

   "Take off your shoes."

   Judy kicked off the pumps.

   "Now step up to the gallows, slave," he commanded.

   Obediently, Judy stepped up onto the platform and stared at the noose
before her at neck level.  Master Biran stepped up next to her and held the
noose open for her.  She bent her head forward and felt the noose slide
over her face and around her neck.  He tightened it very slowly, making her
tremble at the feel of rope against her soft neck.  He placed the noose
over her right ear and pulled the rope snug against her throat.

   Judy stared at the audience.  She had their complete attention.  They
were absolutely silent, with the exception of deep breathing.  Judy was
breathing pretty heavy herself.  Her heart was racing like mad and her
breasts heaved up and down with each breath.  Slowly she felt the slack
being taken up in the rope until it was pulling at her, stretching her neck
and taking up to her tiptoes.  She'd been in this position before- this was
how Master Biran had first seen her.  But she'd never been in quite the
same situation.  She'd never been actually suspended by her neck, although
that's exactly what she knew was about to happen to her.  She wanted to
know what it felt like.

   "Do you have anything to say before you hang?"

   "Am I going to die, sir?"

   "No," he said firmly.  "You are not going to die.  At least not here
today."

   "Thank you, sir."

   "Thank you for what, Judy slut?"

   "Thank you for hanging me by my neck, Master.  And thank you for letting
me live to be a slave again."

   He kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue inside where he'd
put his cock before.  "You're welcome, Judy," he said lustily.  "How long
shall I let you hang, slave?"

   "Hang me until I lose consciousness.  Until I stop kicking."

   Master Biran stepped down from the platform and turned to the audience.
"Honored guests," he said.  "Watch closely, for you may never have the
chance to see this again." Then he placed his foot against the platform and
with a sharp kick sent it flying out from beneath the balls of Judy's feet.

   The noose tightened around her neck, cutting off all but the barest
breathing space.  She heard herself gurgle as she struggled to take in air.
Her feet began to kick, looking for any purchase but finding none.  The
feeling of nothing beneath her feet was exhilarating.  Judy began to jerk
and buck just like Master John's cock had done in her mouth.  Her hands,
bound so tightly behind her clutched madly at nothing.  Her clitoris was
throbbing madly as she danced and gagged at the end of the noose.  I'm
going to cum, she thought.  I'm hanging by my neck and I'm cumming.  Oh
God, I'm cumming!

   Judy twisted and kicked as an enormous orgasm wracked her entire body.
She felt an intense throbbing pulse in the hollow of her throat where
Master Biran had pleased her with his probing tongue.  Her orgasm built,
growing stronger instead of waning away.  Her head was tilted far to the
left side and her neck felt like it must be a yard long--her pretty neck
that felt so good when she had put on the pearl choker that she still wore.
The rope had gotten tighter from her exertions and now cut off all breath.
She was desperate for air, but she could not get at it.

   She kicked and pumped and came there, suspended by her neck for what
seemed like an eternity, amazed that she could hang for so long and that
she could cum so hard for so long.  Then her vision grew darker.  Then she
felt her struggle getting weaker.  For a moment she felt perfect peace and
hung still.  Then the darkness overcame her and everything went black.

   When she awoke, the performance was over and the audience had gone. 
Judy found herself still naked on a bed in an unfamiliar room.  She was
still naked.  Master Biran was sitting in a chair beside the bed watching
her.  "Where am I?" she said.

   "We're in my private chamber," he said.  "How do you feel?"

   Judy took stock of her condition.  Her ass and tits and her cunt were
sore from the whipping they had received.  And her throat was sore.  None
of the pains was new to her.  Mistress Karla had caused the same soreness
often.  "I think I'm all right," she said.

   "Good.  You're going to spend the rest of the night here and my
limousine will return you to Mistress Karla in the morning."

   "Yes, sir," she said.  "Are you going to fuck me now?"

   "I haven't been inside your cunt yet, have I?"

   "No, sir," she said.

   "Then our evening isn't finished yet," he told her as he disrobed.  He
cast his clothes aside and lay down on top of her.  He pressed himself into
her and began to ride her with slow deep strokes.  Judy came four times
before Master Biran came inside her.  She fell asleep once again right
away.

   Mistress Karla welcomed Judy home the following morning.  She was dying
to know what had happened, since she had not been there to see.  And as she
had been instructed Judy described each thing she had endured the night
before.  Mistress Karla inspected her body thoroughly then returned Judy to
her cell.  It was a week later that Judy sat down to watch the edited
videotape of her bondage at the hands of Master Biran.  She watched with
fascination, finding herself becoming terribly aroused.  When they came to
the hanging, Judy found herself close to an orgasm without any additional
stimulation.  She had never seen anything so erotic in her life.  She
wondered hopefully if there would ever be a repeat performance.

   Master Biran wants to see you again in two weeks, Mistress Karla told
her.  It was the longest two weeks wait of her life.

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