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A night to remember 1 4.5 (12)

Posted on September 6, 2020 by riwa

The poker game

I never expected it to end for the two women the way it did. But then I’m not always privy to everything that goes on within the walls of the Club. Some things I find out after the fact. Although I might be part owner, Mistress Chastity still pretty much runs the place… although I do think she’s grooming me for the day I’ll be running it by myself.

Carmen and Sophia, a businesswoman/Mistress and her secretary/submissive, had been in the Club on several occasions, most notably up onstage the night Aravanna lost her head. I did see them while I was snuffing little Lexi up in the drowning tank. But usually I noticed them at one of the gaming tables. Sophia would dutifully stand near her Mistress in her secretarial garb like a well-trained puppy.

The dark-haired Latina usually made it a point to verbalize what she was going to do to the French girl in no uncertain terms should she win or lose. Sophia always reacted with just the right amount of alarm. That was something I suspect Carmen relished… which was probably why she verbally abused her in the first place. Afterwards they would disappear into either a sex or snuff room.

Sometimes I went up to Chastity’s luxury box to look in on their playtime through our video monitoring system. Many times Mistress and I watched Carmen tie up her submissive and then pound the shit out of her cunt with a strap-on. More than once we watched as the dark-haired Latina deprived her submissive of air until the poor thing climaxed violently.

Both of them would usually end up orgasming over and over again until they wore each other out. Then they would clean up, get dressed and calmly step back into the casino for a bit more gambling before they left for the night. Their antics usually left Mistress terribly breathless and horribly aroused… which left me with the necessary task of helping get her off through some sort of sexual release that often involved me choking her to some extent.

Chastity often talked about what she would do to the two of them if she ever got her hands on them, especially the French girl. She lusted after them both, vowing that when she was done with them she would see to it their naked bodies would swing side by side. During those times she was like a woman possessed, begging me to fuck the daylights out of her while nearly strangling her to unconsciousness.

As much as she wanted them for a night of sexual gratification, I fully believed Carmen would never give her the chance. The proud Latina was confident, much too careful to allow herself to fall into Chastity’s sadistic clutches. I had absolutely no idea how wrong I was.

The evening was young that fateful night as I wandered around the Club. But for some reason I couldn’t find Mistress Chastity anywhere. Even Monique was missing, and I searched high and low for the two of them.

For a while I thought they were together down in Chastity’s playroom. Out of curiosity I went down to check. But they weren’t there either. It wasn’t until I asked one of the attendants that I learned they were both at a high-stakes poker game in one of our private rooms.

When I walked into the room she led me to, I could hear the game in progress. The room was larger than I expected, perhaps because there were a lot of people inside. Then I turned and focused my attention on the table near the opposite wall.

Chastity, Carmen and four males sat around the damned thing, my wife acting as dealer. Behind them in nice chairs sat five naked females, including Carmen’s Sophia. None of those women looked like they really wanted to be there. Was it because of the consequences they would suffer if their sponsor was eliminated from the game?

The players at the table did not seem the least bit distracted at the display of naked flesh. I saw several attendants loitering around, a couple of them with a tray of drinks at the ready. The gamblers were quiet other than the bets being placed.

I could tell right away how serious the game was despite the exposed tits being flashed around the room. It was visible not just in the faces of the players. It was also evident in the worried faces of the nude females submissively sitting behind each one. The only player without a female behind her was Mistress Chastity.

For the most part, the players at the table ignored my presence, focusing on the current hand being played. But the five females all turned and looked at me when I entered. All wore virtually the same expression… “Can you get me out of this?” Even Sophia sitting behind Carmen turned and looked at me with an expression of concern etched in her features. Naturally all those exposed breasts caused my cock to stir.

They were in the middle of something serious when I heard one of the males mockingly ask, “You sure you want to risk her on what’s showing, Philly?”

“Better watch your own cards, Houston” was the curt reply. “I call.”

“The bet is to you, sir,” I heard my wife tell someone.

“Yeah, Omaha,” another male voice added. “Put up or shut up.” Apparently the names they were using reflected what cities they were from.

“Manhattan, you New Yorkers think you know everything. Raise you $5,000.”

Carmen just sat quietly. Apparently she was out of this particular hand. But she was watching the other players with some degree of amusement.

The table abruptly went silent as though it had gotten serious again. I heard the woman behind the one named Manhattan quietly gasp, “No, damn you; don’t DO it!” She appeared to be in her early thirties and clearly didn’t like what was going on.

“Shut up, bitch; I’m thinking!” he said to her over his shoulder without looking at her.

Everybody appeared to be focused on the one named Manhattan who seemed quite thoughtful. The naked, 30-something brunette sitting behind him sporting a pair of 38 C’s began to shake her head. She whimpered fearfully as though the situation she found herself in was not what she’d anticipated upon arriving at the Club.

Mistress Chastity didn’t help matters any. She calmly told him, “Go ahead, my dear boy. Personally I think she’ll look hot frying in the chair with those tits of hers jerking and bouncing around. That’s what I’m going to do to her… that is, if someone else doesn’t win our friendly little game tonight.”

She was clearly egging him on as she smiled wickedly at the woman sitting behind him. There were a couple of snickers from the table. The color drained from the poor woman’s face.

The player sitting in front of her going by the moniker of “Manhattan” was clearly being challenged. “Call!” he announced abruptly, taking the bait as he pushed all his chips forward. “All in.”

His woman gasped incredulously, her eyes wide in horror. Her nipples were hard as more players called. Then all the cards were revealed.

Manhattan slumped in astonished defeat. “You LOST ME!” the poor thing behind him wailed. The one named Omaha scooped up the chips, smirking at his good fortune. A moment later the brunette fainted in her chair.

The two attendants were standing nearby as though anticipating just such a reaction. They caught her and held her up before she could fall to the floor. The other ladies looked at her in horror, their eyes wide as they realized one of them was now out of the poker game for good.

“What happens to her now?” Manhattan wanted to know, acting like it wasn’t that big of a loss.

“If there are no objections, she can be whored out,” my wife suggested calmly. “That way you’ll have a chance to earn a little money back until a winner has been declared and she is rightfully claimed.”

“Makes no difference to me,” Manhattan shrugged. “Sarah’s just some married bitch I met over the Internet who wanted to add a little excitement to her otherwise boring marriage.”

“Well, if she wanted some excitement,” Mistress Chastity observed with a cruel smile, “you certainly brought her to the right place.” She was looking right at Carmen when she said it… as though the Latina was the one she really wanted. Carmen’s eyebrows lifted curiously, but otherwise she remained silent.

“Take her away, ladies,” Monique motioned at the two attendants as Sarah started to stir. “Whore her out until we call for her.”

“Yes, ma’am,” one of them answered meekly as they grabbed her by her arms.

As she came around, she started to struggle against them. They were forced to drag her out as she resisted them… “NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! HANK; DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME??!!”

“Guess you should’ve thought of that before you let me bring you to the Club, Sarah!” he called out to her with amusement. Her cry of “NOOOO!” was cut off as the door closed behind her.

Manhattan stood up and sighed. Then he looked around at the remaining players. “Will I get her back?” he asked curiously. “It might be a bit embarrassing if I don’t get her back to her husband, not that it would be any great loss if something happened to that cheating bitch.”

“Possible,” Monique replied with a wry smile. “But I wouldn’t count on it, sir.” Chastity’s eyes just gleamed hungrily.

There were a couple of snickers from the table as my wife motioned for another attendant to come forward. “Please see Mr. Manhattan here is taken care of,” Monique told her. The attendant nodded submissively, putting an arm through his.

“Why thank you, ma’am!” Manhattan told my wife with an appreciative nod. He and his new escort left the room together. Then Monique calmly started shuffling the cards for the next hand as though that had taken care of that.

I wanted to say something, wanted to ask a question or two. But I felt like I shouldn’t interrupt the flow of the game. Then one of the attendants with a tray of drinks came up to me.

I took her aside and quietly whispered into her ear, “What’s going on?”

“$300,000 pot – winner take all,” she whispered back. “That includes all the ladies.”

“The naked ones sitting in the chairs watching the game?”

“No, Mr. Rick,” she said carefully. “I mean ALL of them.”

My eyes popped open in alarm. I almost blurted out “WHAT???” Then I took her tray and set it down on a nearby table before jerking her out the door with me into the hallway so we wouldn’t be heard.

“Whose fucking idea was this?” I hissed at her, not wanting my voice to carry.

“It was Mistress Chastity’s,” she replied quietly. That’s when her demeanor changed. I think she was fearful I might hold her accountable.

“So Carmen and Chastity… their lives are on the line too?”

“Yes, sir,” she admitted, her head lowering.

I could tell by her countenance there was more. “Spill it,” I demanded. A look of fear filled her eyes.

“Everyone had to put up a woman as collateral. Mistress Chastity put up Monique as both dealer and her collateral.”

“She did WHAT?” I gasped incredulously. I was stunned.

“So let me get this straight,” I said to the attendant. “If Mistress Chastity loses, she loses both herself AND my wife to the whims of whoever wins?”

“Yes sir,” she said carefully. “I think she wants…”

I waved her to silence, struggling to keep from being totally infuriated. “I KNOW who she wants!” Then I sighed heavily. There was nothing I could do about it now.

“It’s all right,” I told her, patting her shoulder and trying to set her mind at ease. “Go back inside and carry on.”

“Yes, Mr. Rick,” she nodded, relieved I wasn’t angry with her.

I followed her back inside. I figured I’d better stay close and watch. Besides, it was quite possible my wife and Mistress Chastity were enjoying their final hours together.

—

The guy from Houston was next to go down. I found out the naked young, black-haired woman sitting behind him was nothing more than a college freshman. It was her misfortune choosing this particular night to get in line outside the Club. I wondered if her curiosity was going to cost her dearly.

Her name was Becky. She was smaller than Sarah, with a nice set of 34 B’s on her chest. Chastity looked her up and down lustfully.

The two attendants who’d taken Sarah away had returned. They now took up a position on either side of her. The poor thing was gasping as though she was going to hyperventilate.

“You have a lovely head, honey,” Mistress Chastity smiled sweetly at her. “If I win I’m going to keep it down in my private suite for a while.”

The college freshman gasped in horror, her eyes getting big as saucers. “Whore the young thing out, ladies,” my wife told the attendants standing on either side of her. “I’ll bet her pussy is nice and tight. She should be a delight to our clients.”

Little Becky whimpered in alarm. But she didn’t put up nearly as much resistance as Sarah had. She probably suspected it would do her no good.

“Sorry about that, honey!” Houston called out to her as they escorted her to the door. “No hard feelings, I hope?”

She looked back at him without saying a word. Her reaction was evident in her horrified expression… “How COULD you?!” Then she was gone.

Houston was given an attendant to play with as a parting gift. The two of them were out the door in short order. Chastity smiled as she acknowledged the remaining players.

“And then there were four,” she said solemnly, looking right at Carmen. The Latina never even batted an eye.

“Would this be a good time for a break?” Monique politely asked everyone. There were nods as the two males got up to stretch their legs.

“Care to back out now?” Mistress smugly asked the Latina sitting across from her. “I see you’re stack of chips is down considerably.

“I don’t think so,” Carmen replied with forced politeness. “Besides, I plan on enjoying depriving the Club of its co-owner and favored executrix once I win.”

“We shall see,” Chastity said with a smile. “If I win, I fully intend to suspend you from the air by your neck… right next to your precious secretary.”

The Latina simply smiled at her as if to say “We’ll SEE about that.” Behind her I heard Sophia gasp anxiously.

Monique stood up and stretched her legs before walking over to me. “Hi, honey,” she said with a smile as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. “I apologize for not getting word to you sooner. This was sprung on me rather suddenly.”

“Is that so?” I asked irritably, glancing over at Chastity. But she was ignoring me as she helped herself to a drink from one of the attendants.

I figured a game of this nature had taken some time to set up. But I suspected Monique had been roped into it without much advance notice. Chastity was prone to doing things like that, although not all that often.

“I don’t know what’ll happen to me should Mistress lose,” she said softly. “But if I’m to be snuffed, I hope you’ll be there to enjoy it. If I would’ve known, I would’ve given the kids an extra kiss goodnight.” I just shook my head, wondering if Chastity was going to succeed in getting my wife snuffed.

—

The players all returned to the table. Monique began dealing the next hand. As it turned out, the man from Philadelphia suffered the most.

His chips dwindled until he finally moved the remainder into the middle of the table to call. The 28 year old blonde sitting behind him with the nice rack on her chest gasped anxiously. Her eyes widened in fear over the fateful outcome.

I learned from one of the attendants that her name was Ginger. Apparently she was single. She’d won some sort of contest in her office in Philadelphia to accompany the man she was with.

Her skin was tanned as though she was out in the sun a lot or visited a tanning salon frequently. She looked like she spent a lot of time at the beauty parlor. But her three, fun-filled days of visiting our establishment came to an abrupt end when Chastity’s full house beat Philly’s straight.

Philly stood up and bowed courteously. “Ma’am, you’re one hell of a poker player!”

“Why thank you, my dear boy.”

He checked his watch. “If I leave now I believe I can make my plane back to Philadelphia. If you kind folks will excuse me…” That’s when he nodded at everyone.

“WAIT!” his date blurted out. “You can’t just LEAVE ME??”

“We’ll see you make your flight on time, sir.” Then Monique snapped her fingers at one of the attendants. The woman came over and smiled as she took his arm.

“What about ME??” Ginger gasped, standing in horror as the two attendants stepped on either side of her.

“Oh don’t worry, honey,” Chastity smiled at her, her eyes flashing excitedly. “We’ll take good care of you. I’ve always wondered what a woman named ‘Ginger’ would taste like.”

The blond gasped incredulously. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was wondering if Mistress was referring to something of a sexual encounter. Then Chastity clarified herself.

“I haven’t decided yet whether I want to use barbecue sauce or a teriyaki glaze. But don’t worry, my dear. You’ll be quite dead once the spit on stage is finished with you and I finally get you down to roast.”

Ginger’s eyes snapped open in shock. She let out a cry of horror as the two attendants took her away to be whored out. That left the room with…

“…and then there were three.”

This time it was the guy from Omaha who said it. He smiled as though he believed he was now in the driver’s seat. I could only imagine what he might do to Carmen, Sophia, Chastity and Monique if he ever got his hands on them.

—

The game ebbed and flowed for the next half hour or so. I learned that the woman sitting behind Omaha was his 27 year old wife Heather. She had dark brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders, her large tits sagging just a little.

As the game went on, she appeared to become less fearful and more excited. I remembered seeing the couple in the Club once or twice before. They hadn’t done anything remarkable or been involved in anything noteworthy. But I did remember seeing them at the Entertainment stage a couple of times. I remembered her because there was always something in her eyes whenever a young woman was snuffed, especially when it involved a hanging.

The ending came unexpectedly. One minute they were bantering good-naturedly. The next I saw a large pile of chips in the table as things suddenly got serious. The three of them just kept raising each other until the pot got disturbingly huge.

“Well ladies,” Omaha said with a hint of a smile as he moved all of his remaining chips into the middle of the table with the others. “Let’s see how serious everyone is, shall we?” His wife gasped anxiously behind him.

He turned and looked questioningly at Carmen. The Latina never even batted an eyelash. “Is it time?” she asked softly, eyeing the pot in front of her. “Is this the one that decides everything?”

She gave both Omaha and Mistress Chastity a serious look. Then she slowly pushed all her remaining chips into the pot. “Call,” she said quietly, staring right at Mistress with a perfect poker face.

Chastity looked at the pot and then at her two opponents. Omaha looked at her as though expecting her to push all of hers in as well. Carmen gave her a domineering look, Mistress to Mistress.

Chastity sighed before slowly moving all her chips forward into the pot. That elicited gasps from all around the room. Even stoic Monique’s eyes widened at the move.

“I’ve never been one to back down,” Mistress said calmly. “I’m in.”

Omaha was visibly impressed. Then a big smile broke out all over his face as he leaned forward and revealed his hand. “Full house, ladies… jacks over eights.”

He smiled at Carmen. Behind him Heather inhaled sharply. She must have wondered if her husband did indeed have the winning hand.

I sat there breathless as I watched from my chair. Had Chastity bitten off more than she could chew? Was she about to take my wife down with her??

Without saying a word, the Latina flipped her cards over, revealing a queen high flush. Omaha gasped before leaning back in his chair. “Damn!” he sighed.

Behind him his wife blurted out, “Honey?!” Her chest started to rise and fall as she stared in disbelief at the cards on the table. She’d gone from victor to condemned in a manner of seconds.

Her eyes grew big in shock. I had no doubt the Latina was going to thoroughly enjoy snuffing her. Then Carmen calmly looked Mistress in the eye.

I saw Chastity’s eyes open in surprise. ‘Gawd; she’s lost!’ I thought as I got a sick feeling in the pit of my gut. I was about to be in the market for a new wife.

“Did I startle you, Mistress?” Carmen asked Chastity, finally permitting herself a satisfied little smirk. “Didn’t expect that, did you? Shall I let you in on the fate I have planned for you and your little slut dealer here?”

She motioned at Monique for emphasis. But somehow my wife kept her cool.

“If you wish,” Chastity sighed in resignation. “A flush is certainly hard to beat…”

She paused dramatically. I felt my heart hammering in my chest. Then she finished with “…unless one happens to hold a STRAIGHT flush.”

She revealed her hand as her eyes gleamed with lustful excitement. There was an even louder gasp from everyone in the room at the run her cards now displayed. “Gawd!” Monique gasped, unable to hold back her astonishment.

Several attendants murmured in shock and awe. “Ohmygawd!” Heather gasped in horror, her eyes wide over who now controlled her fate.

“You BITCH!” Carmen gasped in shock, the color draining from her face. Behind her Sophia squawked in alarm, her eyes wide.

Omaha just shook his head and chuckled. “Screwed by a couple of bitches,” he said with amusement. “I suppose that’s poetic justice. You ladies really got me good.”

He didn’t seem all that upset as he turned to look at his wife sitting behind him. “Honey, it looks like you belong to this one now.” Then he motioned toward Chastity.

Two attendants moved protectively on either side of both her and Sophia as Mistress stood up. Heather stood up as well. She started to fidget nervously as though debating whether or not she should try to make a run for it.

She brought a hand up to her chest as though trying to slow the wild beating of her heart. Then she gulped as Mistress looked hungrily at her. “I’ll get to you two in a minute,” Chastity smiled at a very alarmed Carmen, briefly acknowledging Sophia behind her. “I just have to deal with this other one first.”

She walked over to Heather who was trembling noticeably between the two attendants. “Fate saved the best for last, my pretty,” she cooed at her, running a hand over her naked body. The 27 year old whimpered. But somehow she managed to hold her ground.

“My, but you’re shaking like a leaf!” Mistress chuckled as she reached out and gently caressed Heather’s quivering breasts. The young woman moaned softly, her nipples hard and pointed as Chastity fingered them.

Mistress smiled at her. “You seem a little excited by all this. Is that true? Are you excited, my pretty?” Heather winced and moaned again, glancing helplessly at her husband who said nothing.

“I have something special planned for you, my dear girl,” Chastity breathed into her ear, loud enough for me to hear as she continued to fondle her. “I’m going to save you for last, baby. I’m going to let you watch me snuff the other three up on stage. Then I’m going to bring you up and introduce you to the gallows. What do you think about that?”

Heathers eyes opened wide as she started to writhe a little. “You mean you’re going to h-hang me??”

“That’s right, my pretty,” Chastity purred at her.

She reached down to finger her cunt. “Damn, honey; you’re wet down here! Does the idea of hanging fill you with a certain excitement?”

Heather moaned again as her husband looked on. He was helpless to intervene now that he’d lost his wife. “You c-can’t H-HANG me??!!” she gasped in horror, her body trembling like mad. “I can’t… I’m not… you can’t…”

“Would you like me to whore you out first, baby?” Chastity giggled at her. “Would you like to be fucked by a parade of strange cocks before you take the stage?”

Heather inhaled sharply, gasping madly for breath. She turned toward her husband. He just shrugged his shoulders as though it was out of his hands.

Her eyes bugged out. I thought for sure she was going to faint. “Take her to a sex room and whore the pretty young thing out,” Mistress told the attendants on either side of her. “I’ll contact you when it’s time to bring her back to the Entertainment stage so we can snuff her sweet ass.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they said in unison.

For a second I thought Heather was going to collapse in their arms. “You’re going to look great dancing on air,” Chastity told the poor woman. “I can’t wait to see you hang. Now run along” and she waved her hand as though to shoo the three along. “I want you thoroughly fucked before you swing for me. Trust me, baby; you’re going to love it when the noose seduces that slender neck of yours. Honey, you look like you were made to dance!”

“But I… but… I, uh…” Heather whimpered as the two attendants escorted her out the door.

With a snap of her fingers another attendant moved to Omaha’s side. “Enjoy yourself, my dear boy,” she told him. “I’ll make sure you don’t miss anything when it’s time to hang your lovely wife.”

He nodded, appearing somewhat dazed by the whole thing. But he allowed the attendant to escort him out of the room.

My wife, an additional attendant and I remained as Mistress turned to face Carmen and Sophia with her two escorts standing on either side of the seated woman. Both women were visibly alarmed at how the situation had changed. Chastity just chuckled, now that she had them in her clutches.

She told them, “I think I need to give Omaha’s dear wife some time to enjoy some cock, ladies. I think we can find something to do in the meantime, don’t you?” Then she turned in my direction.

“Stick around, my dear boy. You might as well stay and enjoy yourself. After all, with these two sluts there should be plenty to go around.” Then she cheerfully motioned in the direction of her two new possessions.

“Bitch,” Carmen muttered softly, causing Mistress to stride over to her and slap her face hard.

“What was that?” she asked angrily. “Speak louder, bitch; I didn’t hear you!”

“Nothing, Mistress,” Carmen said quietly, bowing submissively. “I lost. Therefore I must submit myself and my secretary to your wishes.”

Sophia gasped aloud, looking horrified at what her Mistress had just said. All it took was a glare from Carmen to cause her to quickly lower her head submissively. “I am yours to do with as you please, Mistress,” she humbly remarked to Chastity.

“Much better,” Mistress Chastity said to them both.

She smiled evilly as she excitedly rubbed her hands together. “This is going to be a night to remember! But since we’ve got a little time to spare to get better acquainted, I think we should get things started, don’t you?” Both women kept their heads bowed. But I could tell they were both trembling noticeably.

2010; 2019 (written Feb 13 ’10; ed. Oct 10 ‘19 by riwa)

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Dolcetta’s special fish 4.4 (24)

Posted on August 30, 2020 by riwa

It was Melicia Carr’s 26th birthday. Her friend Dolcetta decided to plan something special for her. So she invited her and three of her friends to come over, telling them she had a special night planned.

The girls arrived promptly at 7pm. Dolcetta proceeded to serve them all cocktails. It wasn’t long before the girls started to get all touchy-feely with each other. But that wasn’t unusual behavior for them as they were all bisexual.

After a while Dolcetta told them it was time to adjourn the party down to the aquarium. She had a special fish she wanted to show them. This got the girls to buzzing with excitement, wondering what their friend had planned for them.

She led them down the stairs and through a hall until they rounded a corner. The first thing Melicia noticed was that the aquarium was out of water. The second thing she noticed was that someone was chained inside. It was a young blonde in a pleated skirt and light green blouse.

She was hanging in mid-air from four sets of chains that were attached to shackles on her wrists and ankles. Another chain came down to a heavy belt around her waist, no doubt to keep her from drifting upward. Some sort of bridle filled the girl’s mouth, preventing her from verbalizing anything more than a few incoherent grunts.

The girls all buzzed excitedly. “Who’s that?” Melicia asked as she peered into the tank.

“That’s one of the freshmen from Dolcett University,” Dolcetta told her with a smile. “Her name is Jocelyn. She’s sort of on loan for the night.”

“On loan?” the blonde Sela asked with a giggle. “What’s that mean?”

“It means we get to have fun with her tonight. But she’s got to be back in time for lunch tomorrow, if you know what I mean.” Dolcetta winked knowingly at them.

“What kind of fun?” Ruby wanted to know.

“I think I know,” Sela giggled, moving her arms as though she was swimming in mid-air.

Clarice was a little indignant. She told Melicia, “How come you get all the good presents?”

Dolcetta answered, “Because it’s her birthday, silly. Nothing but the best for my friends. When it’s your birthday we’ll do something special for you.”

For a moment the girls all buzzed amongst themselves as though forgetting their guest in the tank. Dolcetta finally got their attention. “Well, girls? I guess it’s time to fill the aquarium. This is going to be fun.”

Jocelyn’s eyes widened in alarm. She’d heard everything that was being said. Now she began to wriggle in the chains as though she wanted out.

A moment later everyone heard the sound of running water. The aquarium was starting to fill. Jocelyn grunted anxiously as she struggled even more against the chains that held her fast.

It did not take long for the aquarium to fill. Soon it reached Jocelyn’s waist. It continued to rise until it covered her breasts. Her eyes opened even wider in alarm.

Dolcetta and her friends all watched in growing fascination. It was clear what was going to happen to the poor girl. But no one felt the least bit sorry. On the contrary, they were all looking forward to watching the sexy bitch drown.

The water rose surprisingly fast. Poor Jocelyn wriggled and squirmed from the cold water. Her nipples quickly hardened beneath her blouse.

“How long can you hold your breath, honey?” Ruby called out to her through the glass. “Gonna be under any moment now!” Clarice added. “Guess you don’t need to know how to swim for this one, baby!” Sela said with a chuckle. Melicia could only gasp with appreciation over the present Dolcetta was giving her.

“I told you it was a very special fish,” their host declared with a gesture.

Jocelyn was forced to take a deep breath and fill her lungs as best she could, considering she had that bridle contraption in her mouth. A moment later the water rose past her nose. It continued to climb until it was well over her head, reaching the shackles to her wrists and ankles as bubbles trickled out past her lips

Well, girls,” Dolcetta asked with a grin. “What do you think? Can I throw a party or can’t I?”

“Damn, girl! This is hotter than hell!” Melicia was panting heavily for breath, fully aroused at the impending drowning to take place right in front of her.

Jocelyn struggled instinctively against the chains holding her in the tank. Her body did not drift upward in the slightest. Her skirt billowed as the water swirled around inside the aquarium.

She tried to hold her breath, hoping they would drain the tank as there was nothing else she could do. “I hear she tried out for the synchro team,” Dolcetta told her friends. “That means we might get a longer show before she drowns. After all, there’s no way in hell she can hold her breath forever.”

Jocelyn grunted as she set herself to swaying inside the aquarium. But the chains held her fast. Air slipped out through her opened mouth as the bar between her teeth kept her lips apart.

The unfortunate freshman in the tank held her breath for thirty seconds… and then a minute. “She’s really going to drown in there?” Ruby gasped with growing sexual excitement. “That’s so fucking hot!” Sela added as more bubbles escaped past Jocelyn’s parted lips.

“Are we having fun yet, girls?” Dolcetta asked with a lustful grin. They all looked at her with admiration. Once more she’d planned a party none of them had any chance of topping. When it came to hosting special events she was simply the best.

In the tank Jocelyn’s hair flowed behind her as she grunted and bubbled. She could feel the strain building in her lungs. It wouldn’t be much longer before her lungs gave out.

Dolcetta murmured, “Watching this chick drown is making me horny as a goat.” Sela and Ruby were already pointing at the freshman and taunting her. Clarice asked Melicia what she was going to do with her present after she drowned. But the birthday girl hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.

Jocelyn’s soaked green blouse turned transparent, allowing the girls to get a good view of her braless tits. But that was the least of her worries. Her chest was burning, her stomach starting to ripple as her lungs insisted she take a breath.

All of the sudden Jocelyn glubbed as her lungs gave out. She convulsed painfully as she tried to cough out the water she’d sucked down her windpipe. Then she really started thrashing about.

The girls oohed and aahed as she went into erotic convulsions. Air was coughed out of her mouth and nose as her lungs flooded. She hitched and gurgled, her breasts wobbling as her skirt billowed yet again, her hair flowing upward behind her.

“Ohmygawd!” Melicia breathed. “Dolcetta; you’re the best! Just look at her drown!” She nearly climaxed at the moment of truth.

Clarice was spellbound. Ruby and Sela started making out with each other. Poor Jocelyn, oblivious to the sadistic witnesses to her drowning, began to settle until only stray muscles fired as her chest rippled from the twitching of sporadic nerve endings going off.

The girls panted for breath as they looked into the tank. The blouse was virtually transparent now.

Nipples were fully erect, indicating Jocelyn must have experienced some sort of humiliating arousal at the time of her drowning.

“What do you think, Melicia? Isn’t she a pretty fish?”

“She certainly is, Dolcetta. Gawd, she looks fucking gorgeous in there!”

“You should go around back and look at her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any underwear when I put her in there.”

“Really? Damn! This I’ve got to see!”

She went around back to have a look. It was pink and perfect. Melicia stood there watching Jocelyn’s dangling corpse from the side, panting breathlessly at her sexy birthday present.

The poor woman looked as though she’d suffered horribly. Drowning was a painful way to go. Then a couple bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. That’s when Melicia felt an erotic shiver ripple through her.

Her friends were overcome with sexual lust. Ruby and Sela got naked and started making out with each other. Dolcetta was sucking face with Clarice. But Melicia could only stare into the tank at the drowned woman.

Dolcetta paused from trying to suck the tonsils out of Clarice. She pushed the drain button on the aquarium. The water began to run out almost as fast as it had rushed in.

The tank drained until the dead girl hung lifeless in the chains. “Well don’t just stand there,” Dolcetta told her friend encouragingly. “Go on in and help yourself! I hope you like your gift!”

“Do you mean it?” Melicia’s mouth was frothing at the idea of feasting on that dead pussy. Dolcetta waved at her to go right ahead.

The birthday girl opened the tank and went inside. Then she freed Jocelyn’s corpse from the chains until she was holding her in her arms. “Everyone’s got a playmate but me,” she told the dead freshman. “I guess that means you and I will have to find our own ways to amuse each other.”

She carried her away to a nearby room that was used for all sorts of sexual shenanigans. She carefully laid her prize out on the bed. Then she moved between the dead girl’s legs and began to feast on her pussy.

The flavor was incredible. The girl had apparently cum while she was drowning. Melicia plunged her tongue in until she found herself enjoying an incredibly erotic meal, deciding Dolcetta had given her the best birthday present ever.

2019 (written May 24 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by C. Mike Hunt’s renders and his story idea.)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 2.7 (3)

Posted on August 26, 2020 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming September rewards

The sci-fi holodeck series Teri 5.0 ch 2.
A woman is forced to become a (grim?) reaper’s apprentice.
A JustPaul illustrated story called Synchro Tryout.
Dorothy doesn’t make it to 50, illustrated by Mike Hunt.
3 in the pool part 5.
Sisters share a male for the semester before disposing of him.
A family of females goes to girl’s night out at a place that specializes in breath-play.
Christina puts on a show in a tank of water.
Shelly in Cancun part 5
A girl takes retribution on her friend in a shallow pool.
Marissa reaches asphyxiation week at City U.

July stories/rewards will fall off at the end of August to make room for September rewards.

I have a bunch of newer stories to present to you next month. Somehow I got myself ahead of the game. But it can be a challenge to stay ahead. I’m inherently lazy and am prone to giving in to distractions. So I’m working at taking advantage of the situation by editing more stories ahead of time while developing new ones for you to enjoy. It’s a crazy world out there. I just want to give you a place where you can come take your mind off things while reading what I hope are entertaining stories. Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Caught by the lifeguards (8-12-20)

11811 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a tale illustrated by JustPaul inspired by one of his clips.

Paul and Vanessa go to an indoor pool and make use of the deep pool for a little hanky panky. The lifeguards immediately notice what’s going on. The one tells her coworker this is the same couple who showed up last week and did virtually the very same thing at the bottom of the deep pool. Now she wants to go down to the observation window to get a closer look.

Will Paul and Vanessa get kicked out? Or will the lifeguards join in? As a bonus, I’ve included the clip that inspired my interpretation of events as told by JustPaul, including a little extra activity not mentioned in his video. (32 pages; 26 vidcaps)

Spies bundle (8-12-20)

19298 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of longer tales about a couple of females getting into trouble by spying or nosing around when they should know better.

Terminating the spy – Melissa is desperate to break into his compound, find incriminating evidence and put him away after all the misery he’s caused. But he’s onto her little game. Things will conclude for Melissa in his backyard pool. One of my older stories recently edited and lengthened. (27 pages)

A pine box for Emma – Our petite little Asian gets nosey again. This time she finds a warehouse full of pine boxes used to carry an illicit cargo. When she’s caught will she be able to talk her way out of trouble? Or will she find herself taking up residence inside one of the boxes? And where will they dispose of her? It promises to be quite a bit wetter than she anticipates. (16 pages)

Mother-daughter seduction (plus bonus story) (reactivated 8-18-20)

12763 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of reposted erotic stories for your reading pleasure. Special thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Mother-daughter seduction – She and her daughter are determined to seduce their guest. The idea of watching her daughter swallow his cock underwater and then seeing him fuck her underwater has her all hot and bothered. What’s more, it’s possible she might even allow him to take things quite a bit farther before they get out of the pool. (9 pages)

Noose-play – Dottie wants her husband to engage in a little noose-play with her. But when he balks at the idea, she decides to take matters into her own hands. But how far will things go? Special thanks to El Coyote for the cover illustration. (12 pages)

Mother-daughter seduction II (plus bonus story) (reactivated 8-18-20)

14505 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard. Reposted. Special thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Mother-daughter seduction II – Continues the story of a mother and her daughter having underwater sexual fun in the pool with their guest. They had fun holding the daughter underwater until she bubbled her breath away. Now will it be the mother’s turn? (8 pages)

A Couple of New Year’s Eve Swingers – Lauren attends a certain New Year’s Eve party with her boyfriend each and every year because at midnight they always string up a naked female. But this year the organizers have a special treat in store for everyone. Amelia attends the New Year’s Eve party with a friend because her husband claims to have a bad back. But what will happen when they meet up with an amorous couple? And what is this special door prize they have just won at midnight? Told from two points of view. (13 pages)

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Sadie needs a release 4.5 (20)

Posted on August 24, 2020 by riwa

I rush home after a long, stressful day. I’m tired and I’m frustrated. I need a good release.

I go into the bedroom and look at the big mirror on the front of the antique closet door. I look up at the hook directly above. That’s when inspiration strikes.

I grab a red rope I previously fashioned into a noose. I thread one end through the hook in the ceiling. Then I start to take off all my clothes.

The more I contemplate what I’m about to do, the more aroused I become. The stresses of the day fall away as I loop the noose around my neck. Then I sit there looking at myself in the mirror as I start to masturbate.

My nipples harden as my crotch moistens. It feels good sitting there. Looking at myself with the noose around my neck is an incredible turn-on. But there’s something missing.

I grab the end of the rope and pull as I finger myself. My air is restricted, and I feel an erotic jolt. I play with my nub, fingering it until it swells.

I reach up to grope a breast. It feels good, and I love the sexy image reflected back to me. But I want both my hands free.

I slip my head out of the noose. Then I rise up, take the free end, and go find a place to tie it off. I check the reflection of the noose dangling in the mirror to judge where I want it to be before securing it.

I go back and sit down, pulling the noose down around my neck. It’s much better; now I can use both hands. But the noose isn’t tight enough.

I remove it from around my neck before I get back up. I walk over and retie the end of the rope, taking out a little more slack. I really want to cum, and I hope I did it right this time.

I go back and sit down before pulling the noose down. This time I have to rise up a little to get it around my neck. When I sit back down, it’s nice and tight.

It’s really snug… maybe a little too snug. My pussy jolts as my nipples stiffen. It’s a little difficult catching my breath.

I look in the mirror and see a partially strangled woman looking back at me. She’s naked, and she looks so fucking sexy. Her nipples are hard, her pussy wet with moisture.

Gawd; I want to fuck her! I want to suck on her nipples and lick her pussy. I feel a surge of incredible arousal as I watch her grope her boobs while fingering her pussy.

She struggles to breathe; I think she made that noose a little too tight. It turns me on seeing her looking back at me like that. There’s a look of euphoria in her eyes as she touches herself.

Yes – yes – yes – YES! Make yourself cum, you sexy bitch! As though reading my mind, she begins furiously fingering her clit.

I watch as her face turns red. Then she savagely gropes her boobs as she finger-fucks herself. A moment later she cums violently, and I cum right along with her.

Her nipples are so hard they must hurt. Mine hurt just watching her. That noose looks like it’s a little too tight. But I can tell she wants another one.

I’m on fire with a terrible arousal as I watch her. I mimic her movements as she fingers herself harder and faster. She wants another orgasm before she passes out. I want one too…

Yes… yes… YES, you sexy bitch! Cum for me as you strangle yourself! I want to watch you cum!

There’s a look of bliss in her face as she looks right at me. She’s lost in her pleasure. She shudders as she cums again. My orgasm matches hers.

I’m suddenly aware it’s getting harder to breathe. This time she looks at me as though she wants to watch me cum while I strangle myself. Gawd, I really want this… maybe one more.

As I grope and finger myself, she matches my movements. She looks like she can barely catch her breath, but she doesn’t seem to care. I want to watch her strangle herself as she cums. I want to watch her so bad.

She looks at me and sees how asphyxiated I am. She shudders as she fingers herself. I shudder too from an incredible orgasm.

I’m dimly aware of her leaning off to one side against the wall. The noose looks really tight around her throat. She looks so fucking sexy. But now my vision is starting to blur.

Her fingers twitch in her cunt. It looks like she cums one last time, and I’m barely aware of cumming right along with her. Then my vision fails me as I find myself spiraling into oblivion with her strangling herself to death right there in front of me…

(Sep 30 ’17)

(Inspired by the manip “Sadie” created)

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The hit on the whore 4.3 (3)

Posted on August 18, 2020 by riwa

I get hired for special situations, so it isn’t easy to find me. It’s best not to advertise my services. But I can be found if somebody looks hard enough.

I received a package from a certain Giulia Lucado. In it was the picture of a woman she wanted out of the way. I was told the target in question was fucking her husband and she wanted me to put a stop to it. If I accepted the job, a payment would be sent electronically as per my instructions.

I don’t usually respond to domestic squabbles where a wife is being wronged. I wasn’t sure how she’d found me, but that didn’t matter. I was prepared to relocate if necessary.

Things took an interesting turn the next day when two more packages came in from two other women. They included similar pictures of the same woman Giulia wanted me to eliminate. I found the timing more than a little coincidental.

I had my suspicions when a fourth package arrived on the third day. This was from a fourth woman who also wanted this slut dead for fucking her husband. What clinched it for me was her saying she was a part of a group of females who had gotten together to hire my services. If I sent instructions to each one of them for my payment, the funds would be sent right away.

How could I resist? I had four women wanting me to get rid of the same bitch. And they were all willing to pay up. If they turned on me, all four could be implicated in the conspiracy.

I sent information to each woman where they could send the funds. Within a few days I electronically received my payment from each one. The only request I was given was that they desired the bitch be humiliated and that I make it hurt.

I tracked her down and followed her movements. I learned Cristina liked to swim out in the bay on a regular basis. It would be easy enough to drown her. And swallowing salt water would hurt like hell.

I made a note of her habits until I learned the days she was liable to be out for a swim. I obtained some scuba gear that would give me enough air for the assignment at hand. Then I went to the bay and watched from a secluded part of the shore.

Three days later the slut showed up with a male friend. I wondered if he was the husband of one of those four women or if he was some other male she was seeing. I decided it really didn’t matter.

I geared up and then headed into the water, making sure I hadn’t been seen. Then I finned my way toward her part of the beach. My only concern was she might not get into the water before I ran out of air.

I needn’t have worried. She wasn’t at the beach five minutes before she came out for a swim. She was in a very skimpy white outfit that showed a lot of cleavage.

I waited until she was out in about 20 feet of water. Then I made my move. I swam up, grabbed an ankle and then pulled her under.

She burbled and thrashed about as I dragged her farther out into deeper water. But she wasn’t prepared to hold her breath very long. Once she started coughing up bubbles I knew it was over.

I paused to hold her in my grasp so I could watch her eyes. She spasmed and convulsed in my grip. She looked sexy and she made my cock hard. No wonder she was such a slut and was getting married men to fawn all over her.

I waited until she had gone completely limp. But the look in her expression told me how much it hurt and how horrified she was. It took her many seconds longer to lose consciousness than she probably would have wished.

I pulled down my trunks and rammed my hard cock down her throat. I figured the wives would like the way I used her mouth after she was gone. Naturally she gave me a willing blowjob.

We sank to the bottom in about thirty-five feet of water before I pulled her bottoms aside and slid my cock into her pussy. She bounced in my lap as I enjoyed the way her breasts wobbled. I removed them from their confinement, groping and squeezing them.

I left a load up her cunt, but I decided I wasn’t through humiliating her as per our agreement. So I shoved my cock down her throat again so she could help me remain nice and hard. She had a dazed, vacant look in her eyes, but I swear it was as though she was enjoying me even after she was dead.

When I had gotten sufficiently hard I turned her around and pushed my cock up her ass. She was nice and tight, and I enjoyed fucking her on the bottom of the bay for another ten minutes. I left a second deposit up her butt, although I suspected I was not the only one who’d used it like that in her slutty past.

I swam her out into deeper water away from the shore and her friend. I wedged her down among some rocks where she could remain for a while before she was found or the gases in her corpse lifted her to the surface. Then I made my way back to my secluded spot on the shore, convinced I’d given her the kind of ending those four wives would have approved of.

When I got back to shore I discovered her male friend had panicked and left. Maybe he was married and did not want to be associated with her disappearance as it would not look good on him. She certainly had picked a real winner to join her on the beach for the day.

A few days later the papers reported her as missing. No one knew where she was. I got one small note from one of the wives, thanking me for my efforts. I sent her a return note… “I believe I gave her the humiliation you desired. I convinced her of the error of her ways. She won’t be bothering your husbands again.”

(Jun 23 ’18)

(Pictures found in my archive and used for illustration purposes.)

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Guillotine Lover 4.5 (50)

Posted on August 12, 2020 by riwa

She snuck down to the basement to the guillotine room. The house was quiet; everyone had gone to bed. But she couldn’t sleep.

She touched the frame of the guillotine in the center of the room. It made her heart beat fast as her pussy started to moisten. She knew she wasn’t supposed to. But no one was around to stop her.

She shed her flimsy teddy and stretched out on top of the bench naked. She stuck her head through the lunette and looked up at the blade hanging above her. It made her pussy throb with a terrible ache.

She slid her head out and sat upright, panting wildly for breath. She looked at the upper strap, deciding she could secure that one. Then she stuck her head back through the lunette as she used her hands to tighten the strap over her boobs.

With her upper body secured, she started touching herself. The more she thought about the blade coming down unexpectedly, the more excited she became. She closed her eyes as she rubbed herself until she had a nice orgasm.

When she came down from the plateau of her high, she fumbled for the strap and freed herself. She slid her head out of the lunette and looked at the controls on the frame. Surely it wouldn’t hurt if she played a little game, would it? After all, she was horny for another orgasm.

She plugged the details into the control panel, setting the trigger to randomly release the blade sometime within a 30 minute period. Then she laid back down upon the bench. She slid her head through and gasped for breath seeing the blade above her, this time knowing it was set to randomly come down.

She tightened the strap back across her breasts. Then she reached up and grasped the latch to the lunette. When she pulled it down she heard a small beep, indicating she’d just set the timer in motion.

Now she’d done it. The blade would randomly come down sometime within a 30 minute time limit. It excited her so much she began furiously masturbating.

There was a monitor on the wall behind her that displayed the digital numbers to the timer. She tipped her head back and saw the red digits, but couldn’t read them very well. But she knew she was still within the first minute of the program.

The idea of the blade coming down filled her with an erotic thrill. She squeezed her pussy as she furiously rubbed her clit. The orgasm that claimed her was stronger than the one she’d just endured without the program running.

Fuck; what a rush! She went back to rubbing herself again, wanting another orgasm. A couple more and she wouldn’t have a bit of trouble sleeping. Surely the blade wouldn’t randomly drop so soon, would it? But the idea of it coming down early filled her with such an incredible arousal that she cried out as she orgasmed all over again.

Everything went dark as she got all dizzy and disoriented. When she came around a couple seconds later she felt relaxed and wonderful. Then she saw the blade still hovering above her.

She got excited once more as she imagined the blade whooshing down to sever her head from the rest of her body. She stuck her fingers in her pussy and began furiously finger-fucking herself. This next one was going to be bigger still—

BEEP.

Her eyes flew open in astonishment as the blade came whooshing down. There was a loud thunk, followed by her world falling. She was dimly aware of hitting the back of her head in the basket as she looked up, only for her vision to be blotted out as blood pumped out of her severed neck onto her face.

She couldn’t feel anything below her neck. She did not know, nor could she see how her headless body was furiously fingering itself as her hips rose up in violent orgasm. Her body bucked and shuddered as her arms finally began flopping haphazardly, her legs kicking until she settled down.

She blinked the blood out of her eyes, only to see the crimson flow streaming out of her severed neck down to a trickle, being pumped out by her dying heart. She tried to scream, but no words would come. Then her eyes glazed over as stray muscles twitched, her pussy clenching one last time as she wet herself…

(Picture found on the net and used for illustration purposes only.)

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Mouthy slut gets what’s coming to her 3.9 (14)

Posted on August 6, 2020 by riwa

“You can’t do this to me!” Emma blustered as Stephanie hogtied her. She was lying naked and was now being chained on the edge of her backyard pool. “This is my place! You can’t just come in here and treat me like this!”

“Shut up, slut!” her boss from the marina barked at her. “You were mouthy and bitchy all afternoon! So you’ve got this coming to you!”

“I don’t have anything coming to me! You can’t tie me up like this! You’re gonna pay for treating me this way!”

“Who’s gonna pay?” Stephanie asked with a chuckle. “Certainly not me. You’re the one who likes to play bondage games. The authorities will simply think you tied yourself up, slipped into the pool and couldn’t untie yourself in time. Now it’s time for your evening swim.

Emma let out a cry as Stephanie put a foot against her. Then she was rolled off the side of the pool into the water. The chains took her right to the bottom.

She looked up to see her scuba tank sitting a short distance away. Her regulator was just out of reach; she couldn’t get to it. The bitch was going to let her drown with a source of air just beyond her grasp.

She heard a splash and saw Stephanie come down naked toward her. Her boss reached over, took a puff from the regulator to make sure it was functioning and then put it between Emma’s lips. The bound woman cleared it and then moaned weakly, grateful to be getting air as she refilled her starving lungs.

Stephanie waggled her finger at her… “Ah – ah – ah!” Then she stuck up one finger… “You’re only getting this one refill.” Emma’s eyes went wide the moment Stephanie pulled the reg out of her mouth and put it between her own lips.

Emma wriggled and squirmed, trying to free herself from the ropes tying her arms and legs together. The chain around her waist and the one around her neck kept her from drifting upward. She realized she wasn’t getting to the surface under her own power.

She begged Stephanie with her eyes to help her back up. Her boss pulled the reg from her mouth and blew her a kiss. Then she smiled as she waved “Bye-bye, slut!” before putting the reg back into her mouth to enjoy the show.

Emma shook her head… “Gawd, NO! She’s going to watch me drown!” Then she really started to wriggle and squirm.

She bubbled anxiously while desperately trying to free herself. That’s when her boss started touching her breasts while rubbing her crotch. Apparently the bitch was becoming more and more excited at her employee’s struggles and her desperate plight.

Emma’s cheeks puffed as she struggled to hold her breath. Maybe Stephanie was only kidding. Maybe she was going to wait until the very last moment before giving her the regulator. But the more her lungs heaved, the more her boss rubbed herself, obviously getting off on her suffering.

Emma really started to wriggle and squirm, becoming more animated from her growing breathlessness. Her boss smiled as she rubbed herself that much harder, breathing deeply from the regulator in her mouth as she enjoyed the show. Emma shook her head in growing panic, her eyes wide with fright.

Stephanie pulled the reg out of her mouth and offered it to her… “You need this, you little slut?” Emma mouthed for it, but the bitch held it just out of reach. Her boss shrugged her shoulders as if to say… “Fine! If you don’t want it…” Then she put the reg back between her lips, smiling with wicked amusement.

Emma cried out in a flurry of bubbles, her chest heaving from lack of air. She couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Panic swelled within her as she lost a big burst of bubbles.

All of the sudden she started thrashing about in a panic. She gulped a huge lungful of water. Immediately she began spasming and convulsing from the intrusion of pool water into her lungs.

Stephanie moaned as she rubbed herself even harder. Watching her employee drown was the hottest thing she’d ever witnessed. Emma shuddered until she began to orgasm as she drowned in her very own backyard pool.

Witnessing the spectacle was so erotic that Stephanie enjoyed a climax of her own. “That’s what you get for being so mouthy at work, you little bitch!” she thought triumphantly. Then she swam up to the surface, leaving the regulator just out of reach, making it look like Emma had tried to play a dangerous game of “escape artist” and had gotten too far away from her lifeline. Emma lay there unmoving on the pool bottom, stray bubbles slipping out past her lips as her hair swirled all around her head before it began to settle.

2012; 2018 (written for Emma Jul 26 ’12; ed. Jul 20 ’18 by riwa)

(Pictures are previews from h2ogems.com “Unsuccessful Escape Challenge” and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Samantha hanged 4.2 (17)

Posted on July 30, 2020 by riwa

Samantha wondered how she could be united with Rajesh. He was from another sect and her parents did not approve. Her family was wealthy, with investments in wind power which gave them a strong name in the city.

She’d tried to discuss it with her mother Neela, explaining how she had fallen in love. But the matriarch was totally against any marriage or union with Rajesh. She believed it would besmirch the family name marrying a man of lower status.

Next Samantha tried to speak to her father. After all, she was his only beloved child. But like her mother he was also against the marriage.

Samantha was torn. She deeply loved her family. After all, they had provided well for her, making sure she’d gotten a good education. She shopped the best stores and wore the best clothes as befitting her family name. But her love for Rajesh now threatened the stability of family life.

She tried talking to their servant Vishal, carefully feeling him out. He was sympathetic to her cause. But he too tried to sway her to find another man to love. Wasn’t her family’s honor important to her?

Samantha did not know what to do. She tried avoiding Rajesh for over a week. But that only made her pine for him even more.

When they were reunited she felt her heart soar with joy to be in his presence. She explained how her family did not see him as a fitting husband. But it did not seem to matter to him as he loved her with all his heart.

Samantha’s feelings for Rajesh only intensified. She began to feel her life with her family had become a prison with many restrictions. Did they truly love her? Or were they only interested in their position in the community?

She wanted to talk to her father again, to explain how much she loved Rajesh. But one of the wind turbines had broken down and needed his attention. It made Samantha feel like the machine was more important to him than her, his only daughter.

She made one last plea with her mother, hoping to sway her on the merits of the power of love and the way it bound two souls together. After all, didn’t she love her father? But what she learned surprised her.

Her mother explained that she had never truly loved her father. Rather, she had chosen marriage as a way of improving her status. And she believed her daughter should chart a similar course. Nay, her daughter was honor-bound to marry a man of importance in a prominent sect so as not to sully the family’s social status.

Samantha realized the situation was hopeless. Her family would never permit her to marry Rajesh. But would she be able to give him up?

She secretly met up with him and explained her dilemma. He suggested they run away together. Their love would get them through until their lives improved through prosperity. But Samantha had no idea Vishal had followed her and had witnessed the meeting.

That evening she began packing her things. Her mother discovered what she was doing and forbid her to run away with Rajesh. Samantha said she was going anyway.

She broke down in tears and explained how much she loved her family. But Rajesh made her feel special, only wanting the best for her. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. But her words only served to anger her mother.

“Samantha, I forbid it!”

“Mother, I cannot live without him! I’m sorry, but I am going!” That’s when her mother angrily stormed out of the room. Samantha did not hear her place a call to her father.

She hurried up and finished packing. Then she asked Vishal to take her to Rajesh. He helped her put her things into the vehicle. Then they drove off.

It only took a few moments before Samantha realized they were not headed in the right direction. To her consternation Vishal was taking her out of the city. “Where are we going?” she asked as an ominous feeling settled over her.

“I am taking you to see your father, Samantha. He knows how important this is to you. You must persuade him or you will be severed from your family for the rest of your life.”

“But Vishal, father is against my marriage to Rajesh!”

“You must try to convince him, Samantha! Isn’t it more important to convince at least one of your family members to understand your heart?”

She nodded in agreement as tears filled her eyes. She knew how important it was. Maybe if she tried one last time she could explain things to her father.

She soon realized they were driving out to the wind turbines. “Vishal, father is out here? But it is so late!”

“The proper function of the turbines is important to him, Samantha.”

She nodded in understanding. But something didn’t feel right. She suddenly had a bad feeling about all this.

“Vishal, I’ve changed my mind. I want you to take me home.” Maybe she could find another way to connect with Rajesh.

“Not until you see your father. He must be informed. In your heart you know this to be true.”

“Please take me back!” But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Now she became frightened.

Her fears were amplified when they arrived at the turbine being repaired. Many lights were in place, illuminating the work area. They also illuminated the fact that her mother and father were waiting for her along with several of the servants.

Vishal got out of the car, walk around and helped her out. Then he took her by the arm. Samantha felt a real stab of fear as he escorted her to the tall wind turbine where her parents and the servants were waiting.

There was a crane on the premises, no doubt for the purposes of replacing a very heavy part to the turbine. There looked to be a cable hanging from it. But when they drew closer Samantha thought she saw what appeared to be a noose instead of a cable.

Her mother angrily walked up to her. “Samantha, do you still wish to marry that boy?”

Samantha lowered her head as she replied, “Yes, mother; I do.”

“Ungrateful child!” she barked before slapping her hard across her face. “Your father and I worked hard to raise you right. And this is the way you treat us? Samantha, you have shamed us!”

“Mother, please!”

The matriarch motioned one of the servants to come over. Aseem came up to her. With a nod from her mother he proceeded to tie her arms behind her back.

“Mother?? What is going on??” But her mother said nothing.

In growing alarm she turned to her other parent. “Father, what is happening??” In response he coldly took a step back from her. The gesture was clear; he was symbolically separating himself from her.

Samantha grew desperate. “Mother, please!” That’s when Aseem grabbed the dangling rope and looped the coil around her neck.

Samantha began to hyperventilate. They really weren’t considering hanging her, were they?? But one look at the faces of her parents and the servants showed a cold, emotionless resolve.

She choked back a sob as her heart skipped a beat. Surely this couldn’t be happening, could it?? This had to be a dream! Her parents would never do this to her, would they??

“Mother?” she cried out in growing horror. But the matriarch of the family haughtily lifted her head up.

“Mother? How could you??”

“How could YOU, you ungrateful child? After all we’ve done for you?”

With a nod from her mother two servants grabbed the end of the rope. They slowly pulled until Samantha found herself looking up in horror, the knot set ominiously behind her head. Were they truly going to go through with this??

Samantha could sacredly believe it. “You’re… you’re really going to hang me, mother?”

“You told me yourself that you cannot live without him, child. What more can be done but to carry out your wishes?”

“My wishes?? No, mother! Please… let me see Rajesh one last time!”

“He is dead, child. There is only one way for you to see him now.” Then she nodded at the two servants holding onto the free end of the rope.

Samantha took a last anxious look at her father. Then the rope took her upward. She rasped for breath as her feet left the ground.

She went one… two… three feet up into the air. Her mother and father looked up at her with no emotion. Vishal simply turned his back and looked the other way.

Samantha kicked and twisted as she struggled to breathe. The rope tightened around her throat, cutting off her breath. She felt a fire in a chest as the nylon bit into her neck.

She hitched and jerked as she struggled to pull a breath of air into her lungs. Her mother and father watched her hang with no emotion in their expressions. The other servants stood around without saying a word.

Her mind cried out for Rajesh to come to her rescue. Was it true what mother had said? Was Rajesh really dead?? Had he been killed on her mother’s instructions?? Samantha did not want to believe it.

Her agony increased as a fire burned in her chest. Her lungs ached, her body struggling to breathe. The worse it got, the more animated she became as she kicked and jerked.

There was no sound but the creaking of the rope and the grunts of the servants who were keeping her aloft. Samantha felt an icy coldness envelope her, the coldness of death. She tried to breathe but couldn’t.

She kicked and twisted as though trying to loosen the coil from around her throat. It only tightened. Her horror intensified when it became apparent this was truly going to happen. They were really hanging her!

With one last painful jerk she exhausted herself. Samantha hung limp as her body gently swung back and forth. She was losing feeling in her extremities. And her body felt like it was getting colder.

Her feet fluttered as her hands flexed behind her back. Shamefully her bladder gave way. She was conscious long enough to hear her mother coldly tell the servants to tie her off and leave her there until morning. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

2019 (Jan 14 ’19)

(For ramharraja2001 and inspired by his vidcaps)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on July 27, 2020 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming August rewards

Part 4 of Shelly in Cancun.
Part 4 of 3 in the pool.
A noose resolves the issue of not enough available washing machines on laundry day.
A woman defies a curse by swimming in a pool that is supposedly haunted.
A sci-fi holodeck is put to an interesting use in Teri 5.0
Mr. Jorgenson uses a noose to resolve the issue of his wife visiting the fraternity at City University on a weekly basis.
A woman gets trapped under the cover in her backyard pool.
Zanda attends an important meeting with a bunch of businessmen for City University. She might have to give her all.
A honeymoon comes to an abrupt end in Room 228.
A woman meets a serial hangwoman and is given a unique offer.

June stories/rewards will fall off at the end of July to make room for August rewards.

It’s been two months since my relocation. I’m still getting used to my new digs. The plus side is it’s been nice and cool during these warm summer months. So it’s working out fine thus far. Mom is doing well. We went out for ice cream the other day. She’s careful when she goes out, and I’m careful when I’m around her. It looks like my vehicle needs some major work. I’ve owned it for 10 years, but it was already 6 years old when I purchased it. So it looked like I’ll be keeping my eyes open for a replacement vehicle. All that means is I’m even more appreciative to have you all as my patrons. Thank you so very much.

Riwa’s Reads updates

A cheating husband 5 (plus bonus) (7-11-20)

11993 words – $5.60

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the concluding (honeymoon) chapter of a couple recently married as they spend time on an island in the South Pacific. A bonus JustPaul illustrated story has been included.

A cheating husband 5 – William and Peyton are newlyweds honeymooning in Bora Bora. But Peyton is spending her time shopping with her friends. William continues to go around the island getting his sexual needs fulfilled in the water.

After “watching the sun go down” with Bella, William goes back to Mermaid Paradise to watch the nude mermaids dance in the glass tubes. This time he decides to watch a private performance put on special by Luna. Later there’ll be one more underwater encounter in the deck pool at their bungalow before it’s time to leave the island. (20 pages)

Urges – She has a special scratch that needs to be itched. But that means sneaking out late at night and using the pool after hours at the apartment complex. How far will she go to enjoy herself? Will she get caught? Contains an alternate ending. (10 pages; 9 renders)

Robyn’s revenge 4 (plus bonus) (7-11-20)

12921 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a couple of older stories, one of which has been requested by many fans.

Robyn’s revenge 4 – Robyn makes Emma and Holly endure orgasms galore. But those tanks are not just for decoration. It looks like Emma might find herself in one very soon. (11 pages)

The Enlightenment of Hannah 11-14 – Constance comes to Hannah with news of her mother’s disappearance. Her location is soon revealed when two of the servant girls come for Hannah. But what will happen when father comes home to find mother and daughter doing a “midair duet”? (16 pages)

Prison bundle (7-20-20)

11364 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older prison tales recently edited and posted to Patreon. I now make them available to you here.

The Cal-Nava event – I attend the public disposition of four women at the Cal-Nava penitentiary involving a large tank of water. Before that happens, two other females put on a performance in the tank. (2 parts; 19 pages)

Prison Dispositions – A producer wants to observe the processing of inmates using the pool system with thoughts of televising them in the future. (6 pages)

Dear Diary 05 (plus bonus) (reactivated 7-20-20)

9491 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted reworking of the Dear Diary series with a reworked chapter 5.

Dear Diary 5 – It’s the day of the pool party and many of Kristen’s friends have arrived. By late afternoon those who have stayed behind are playing in the water. A breath-holding contest is suggested, one which Kristen’s mom asks to take part in. The game evolves into an underwater blowjob contest. (11 pages)

Breathless Trifecta – He has three people to dispose of including a little Japanese Private Investigator who gets caught opening the wrong door. So he decides to use three different methods of breathlessness to dispose of his three “problems”. (7 pages)

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Jynx – “Drown me!” 3.2 (9)

Posted on July 24, 2020 by riwa

The whole time I’d known her Jynx loved being underwater. I guess that’s what attracted me to her. Maybe that’s what attracted her to me.

We met at a pool by literally bumping into each other while swimming along the bottom. We laughed and then talked about how much we enjoyed holding our breath in quiet weightlessness. We spent the rest of the day holding our breath while playing on the bottom.

She quickly figured out what blowing bubbles did to me while I was in the water watching her. I would get so hard and she would see my tenting Speedos. That just made her sink to the bottom where she deliberately blew more of them.

What really got to me was when she started play-acting. She would start hitching and jerking as though she was drowning underwater. That really made my cock hard.

We got to where we would swim in public pools, going into the corner of a deep end. She would blow bubbles for me until I got really hard. Then she would try to suck me off underwater before someone got close enough to spot what we were doing.

One day we went to a pool in the morning hours when we had it mostly to ourselves. She snuggled right up to me and kissed me. Then she told me, “Now I want you to drown me.”

I playfully pushed her down into the water. She looked right up at me with what looked like fear in her eyes as she released her air. Then she started hitching and jerking around.

I thought she was really drowning, and I hastily pulled her back up. She grinned at me as she gasped for breath. “You should have seen the look on your face while I was ‘drowning’. You looked so excited and your cock was so hard. Now drown me again.”

She got a big breath before I pushed down on her shoulders again. She went right down, struggling and thrashing about. But she never once tried to knock my arms away from pushing her down.

She went into those sexy spasms again as she coughed up bubbles. Then she went limp in my grasp. I kept her down for a few moments. Then I panicked and pulled her back up.

We popped up where we both gasped for breath. She was just fine. “Let’s do it again,” she told me coyly.

She looked around to see we had that corner of the deep end all to ourselves. The nearest swimmer was clear across the pool sitting in the shallow end. Then she went under and pulled my suit down off my legs.

My hard cock sprang free. Then she gave it a tug as she declared, “Now drown me like you mean it.”

I popped her top, deciding what was good for the goose, you know? Then I pushed her under. Down she went, bubbling and wriggling about like she wanted out of my grasp (although she certainly wasn’t trying very hard).

She released a ton of sexy bubbles as she pleaded at me with her eyes. But I suddenly wasn’t sure if she was pleading for me to drown her or for me to haul her back up. I chose the former.

We went all the way to the bottom where she put on this incredible show. She coughed up this sexy burst of bubbles which triggered my climax. My cock spurted into the water as she settled onto her back ‘with her lungs flooded’.

I stared at her in amazement. Then she grinned at me. She grabbed her top and I grabbed my bottoms before the two of us returned to the surface.

“I’m glad you shot your load while I was drowning,” she giggled. “You have no idea how hard I came. We’re going to have to do that again.”

For the next several weeks we enjoyed playing those ‘drowning’ games in public pools whenever we had the deep end to ourselves. Sometimes we took a chance when someone might be close enough to see us. That just made it all the more erotic.

One night we snuck out to a pool after hours when it was dark. Jynx had wanted to, and I couldn’t tell her no despite my urges against breaking and entering. She tried to reassure me we were only going for a sexy swim on a hot, muggy night for some drowning games.

All we had was a little moonlight as we ditched our suits in the water. She went right to the bottom where she started blowing bubbles up at me. Then she rose to the surface with this knowing look in her eyes.

“Drown me! You know you want to.” And with that I pushed her down into the water.

My cock got hard; her nipples became quite erect; and she released a ton of bubbles. We went all the way to the bottom until I pushed her flat on her back. With no air in her lungs it was easy for her to remain on the bottom.

She had this blissful look on her face as she hitched and shuddered. Then she went limp. That’s when I hauled her ass back to the surface.

When we popped up she panted, “Gawd; I came so hard! You look like you were close too.”

“I WAS close.”

“Then I want you to drown me, baby! Push me down and drown me! Leave me there and I’ll come back up.”

“Drown, bitch!”

“YES!” and she glubbed as I pushed her down.

She thrashed about in my grasp, losing those sexy bubbles as I forced her to the bottom. Then she began hitching again, looking for all the world like she was vomiting at the bottom of the pool. It was so sexy the way she coughed up bubbles.

My cock almost went off as I headed for the surface. She released what little air she had left as she came up to me. She panted, “That orgasm was even more intense!” Then she gave me an accusing look.

“You didn’t cum?”

“I guess I was saving it.”

“Saving it for when I drown for you this last time?”

“Yeah.”

She reached out and stroked me. Then she whispered into my ear, “Now I really want you to drown me. Do it like you fucking mean it. Drown me and spurt your load in the water. Tell me you’re going to drown me and mean it!”

“You fucking bitch! Now I’m going to drown your fucking ass!”

“Ohgawd; do it!”

I pushed her down toward the bottom, my cock hard and throbbing. Almost immediately she gurgled in my grasp. This time her thrashing seemed incredibly realistic.

I was so turned on that I forced her all the way to the bottom. She coughed and gurgled, her body hitching like crazy. That’s when my cock went off as I spurted load after load into the water.

She settled down until she stared upward with unseeing eyes, a blissful look in her expression. A couple of sexy stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. I moaned before I headed for the surface, my own lungs empty.

I popped up gasping for breath. But Jynx never moved. She stayed like that on the bottom while looking up at me.

What the hell??

I shot down and swam right for her. I scooped her up in my arms and tried to haul her to the surface. She felt so heavy in my grasp!

I got her up and worked her out of the water. I tried doing CPR on her, but there was no response. I was heartbroken.

I called the paramedics and they came and tried to work on her. But she was gone. I told them what had happened and planned on accepting my punishment. But I guess they decided losing my girlfriend in a crazy after-hours pool stunt was punishment enough.

At the funeral I ran into her friend Diane. She saw how devastated I was and told me not to be affected by it. Then she took me aside for a private chat.

“I was talking to Jynx a few days before the drowning. She told me she was going to get you to drown her for real. She said she wanted to have a huge orgasm and that she wanted you to enjoy her final moments.”

I asked her why she did it, and she told me she didn’t really know. “I wanted to stop her, but she said she was going to do it anyway. She once told me she was going to go drown herself somewhere all alone so she wouldn’t be interrupted. Then she told me she met you. That’s when she decided she was going to try to drown for you and you alone. I don’t think she would want you to be devastated over it. And I think she would want you to go on enjoying the water.”

That sort of helped me get on with life. Somehow I was able to put it behind me. Eventually I learned to forgive myself, knowing she would have wanted it that way since it was her decision.

But sometimes she visits me in my dreams. She comes up to me naked in a pool with people all around. Then she gasps, “Drown me! Do it like you mean it!” And all around us I hear swimmers telling me to drown the whore.

I usually blurt out, “Drown, you fucking bitch!” She always gasps “YES!” Then I force her to the bottom of the pool where she thrashes about while gurgling her life away.

I always cream myself whenever that happens. Maybe it’s because in my dream we’re always surrounded by all sorts of people egging me on to drown her. And at the height of her spasms and convulsions I see guys’ cocks spurting as women eagerly rub their pussies, all of them underwater holding their breath while watching us.

(Dec 30 ’17)

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