Christmas Presents 4.1 (60)

Posted on December 30, 2024 by riwa

The packages had all finally been opened and lunch was spread on the dining room table — not that anyone was sitting there. The kids were happily playing with their new toys, cups of chocolate milk near them, while an exhausted Dorothy sat beside her husband as he watched football on the television.

The knock on their front door was completely unexpected. “DHL express delivery for Dorothy Brown!” came a shout. A glance out their front window revealed the familiar yellow van sitting in their driveway.

Dorothy’s spirits immediately picked up — something special for her alone! She almost ran to the door as her husband grunted and went back to watching football.

Opening the door, she saw the uniformed man holding a clipboard. “This way, ma’am,” he said, “It’s in the back of my truck. You have to inspect the box and sign before I can carry it in.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Dorothy called to her family. Then she followed the delivery man to the open doors on the back of his tall truck. “What present could be that large?” she wondered.

It was dark inside the back of the truck as she peered in. Then four hands grabbed her and pulled her inside as the “delivery man” pushed her up from behind. Her brief scream went unheard in the houses closed tight against the cold with their tellys all showing football.

Her husband, however, did hear a muffled sound… and smiled. Looking down at their kids, he knew that Mommy was about to get the present that she had always wanted most.

—

Dorothy was now gagged, her wrists bound behind her. She had been laid on her back as the delivery truck quietly pulled out of her home’s driveway and started down the street. The “delivery man” was just beginning to pull her panties off.

“I’m Jeff,” he announced to Dorothy. “I’ll be chopping your head off later.” Then he unzipped his pants to pull his already-stiff manhood out.

“Omigod,” Dorothy thought. “It’s going to happen! What do I do?? Ahhhh, he’s such a strong man… and his cock… I’m really going to lose my head! Finally!! He’s going to rape me now and his cock… and his blade… will feel so damn good!”

Jeff’s cock touched her pussy and began to slide inside. “What… what will you use on… my neck?” Dorothy gasped as his rock-hard shaft impaled her again and again.

“I have a broad-bladed axe that is going to split your spine and throat as soon as your hair is short enough,” Jeff replied. Then he lifted Dorothy’s legs up so that he could pound her cunt harder.

Dorothy threw away her fright and allowed her own excitement to build. As the truck slowed, Jeff banged her harder and faster so that they both climaxed just as the van’s engine died.

–

The three men guided Dorothy, naked from the waist down, into a small warehouse which was fortunately well-heated. She beheld before her a small open space that all the boxes had been cleared from. In the center of the space was a beheading block, with a wicker basket in front of it and a pillow in back. “Last stop for you, dearie,” Jeff said.

Other men came in as the three tore her clothes to strip Dorothy completely naked without untying her. Then they made her kneel on the pillow behind the block. After compelling her to bend over and lay her neck across the scarred wood, Jeff sat on a box not far from beside her head.

“This is how it’s going to happen, Dorothy. Every man in this warehouse is going to rape you. Once each is done, he’ll cut your hair slightly shorter on the back of your neck. As soon as your hair is short enough to give me a clear target, I’m going to raise up my axe and chop your head off. Is all that clear?”

Dorothy was panting with heat, lust, and outright excitement. “Bring the bastards on!” she replied, gazing down into the basket that was her life’s new destination. So the men started coming, each to leave his cum inside Dorothy’s doomed body.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Jake.” Obviously the most mature man, he got to be first. He was gentle with Dorothy, caressing her back as his cock penetrated and twisted inside of her. He took his time screwing, and left her body dripping with sweat and her pussy flowing with his sperm. Then Dorothy trembled as she felt her hair lightly tugged, heard the scissors’ snips and chilled at the slight new coolness on the back of her neck.

Max wasn’t nearly as gentle after having to wait so long. His pounding made Dorothy scrape her throat as she kept it pressed onto the block. But she lusted for him to shoot his seed into her. Afterwards, the snipping came again, and then her neck was ever-so-slightly cooler.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Samuel, and I’m going to watch you get raped and then beheaded!” And from behind, another hot cock was at her labial lips, pushing in. She opened herself to him, wanting his cock… wanting him to cum into her and wanting him to see her head struck off into the waiting wicker basket.

The men kept coming and cumming, men whose faces she didn’t see, but who she knew were each taking away more locks of her shorn hair.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m John, and my cock is going to rip you wide open!” Omigod, how many were there going to be? Dorothy had been fucked so many times now…. and John’s cock really was huge! She was sore and exhausted and… yes, she was longing for, lusting for… the upcoming blow of Jeff’s axe. But Dorothy concentrated as hard as she could, and climaxed one more time.

John, however, seemed to cut a little more of her hair than the other men had. Dorothy realized from the coolness on the nape of her neck that surely her spine must be completely uncovered by now. Then Jeff was standing up!

“That’s it, Dorothy,” Jeff announced. “All twelve of us have owned your cunt and the back of your hair is well short enough. You have a very smooth pink-flushed neck for me to strike. Hold still for just a minute more.”

Dorothy’s thoughts were of panic mixed with lustful desire… ‘Oh Shit, Jeff has picked up his axe! His feet are spread beside the block! There’s something cold over my neck! Now it’s gone, and Jeff is taking a deep breath in!’

The guys in the warehouse had gathered around. But Dorothy kept her eyes fixed down into the wicker basket she was about to die in. “C’mon, Jake, give it to her!” “This hard one is going to be steel, babe!” Then three men shouted, “Off With Her HEAD!”

HUFF! Jeff’s breath blew out as he pulled the high-held axe down fast! THWOK and Dorothy’s neck was chopped clean through!

“AAGGHHH” Dorothy tried to scream. But no sound came as her severed head toppled into the waiting wicker basket.

She rolled to a stop looking up, up at a blood-dripping axe embedded in the block. Then she saw Jeff’s smiling face looking down at her. She heard more steps come over. The last thing she saw was half a dozen men bending over the basket, all saying to her what a fine screw she’d been.

–

The knock on her door came completely unexpected. “DHL express delivery for Claire Ensler from the Browns!” came a shout. A glance out her front window revealed the familiar yellow van just pulling out of her driveway.

Claire seethed with anger — she despised Dorothy Brown! Why would that family be sending her anything??

She opened the door and brought the package in. Fetching some scissors, she cut the tape that sealed the box shut.

Inside the delivery box was a blood-stained wicker basket holding Dorothy Brown’s decapitated head. The card attached to the top of the basket read, “You’re still the hot babe that Dorothy hated so much. Stop over and see me some time?” It was signed, “Dorothy’s widower husband.”

Claire smiled widely, drew the curtains shut, placed Dorothy’s lifeless head on the mantel above her fireplace… and then sat down on her living-room couch to masturbate.

Written by “Dorothy Brown” 7-27-2016 (edited by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.5 (10)

Posted on December 24, 2024 by riwa

Coming January rewards

Ships in the night (A Club story)
A summer of Cassidy 3
Competitive breathlessness
Ghosting April
Hanging for his aunt 2
Best laid plans 9
Mika and her lover
The chair and the noose
A walk in the woods
Joyride
Mistress strangles her
Male hot tub drowning

November stories/rewards will fall off at the end of December to make room for January rewards.

As crazy as this world has gotten, I’m surprised we’re still here. Wars, natural disasters, signs in the skies (drones) and this continuous avian flu still attacking the birds, including our chickens. And I’m hearing reports all over of people being laid off from large companies. So I pray you still have your jobs.

We sure had an interesting election cycle; didn’t we. I got tired of all the political ads on the radio and in my mail. And as crazy as all this has been, I have a funny feeling things are going to get even crazier in 2025. I believe this has become our new normal, but I have a sneaking suspicion our “new normal” is going to keep deteriorating. Some people are understandably preparing for the worst.

Mom and I are not worried. For starters, I’m going to focus on my stories. I still sprinkle in some older tales I’ve edited. But I am uploading a lot of newer material written in ‘24 (including one from ‘23). And I’m going to keep focusing on mom while I still have her.

We’re eating out a couple times this week to celebrate Christmas. Our present to each other is to simply spend some time together eating and chatting. And as for the rest of it? I’m just going to sit back with some popcorn and soda and see what happens. You’ve probably guessed by now Who I’m putting my faith and hope in, and it certainly isn’t the incoming administration, although I do hope things change for the better.

I hope and pray you all have a very nice Christmas with friends and family. And have a happy New Year. Me and my stories will catch up to you in January. Thank you all so very much for being my patrons.

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Forgiveness 2.8 (16)

Posted on December 23, 2024 by riwa

Corrie ten Boom on Forgiveness

In this story from November 1972, the author of The Hiding Place recalls forgiving a guard at the concentration camp where her sister died.

It was in a church in Munich that I saw him, a balding heavyset man in a gray overcoat, a brown felt hat clutched between his hands. People were filing out of the basement room where I had just spoken, moving along the rows of wooden chairs to the door at the rear.

It was 1947 and I had come from Holland to defeated Germany with the message that God forgives.

It was the truth they needed most to hear in that bitter, bombed-out land, and I gave them my favorite mental picture. Maybe because the sea is never far from a Hollander’s mind, I liked to think that that’s where forgiven sins were thrown.

“When we confess our sins,” I said, “God casts them into the deepest ocean, gone forever.”

The solemn faces stared back at me, not quite daring to believe. There were never questions after a talk in Germany in 1947. People stood up in silence, in silence collected their wraps, in silence left the room.

And that’s when I saw him, working his way forward against the others. One moment I saw the overcoat and the brown hat; the next, a blue uniform and a visored cap with its skull and crossbones.

It came back with a rush: the huge room with its harsh overhead lights, the pathetic pile of dresses and shoes in the center of the floor, the shame of walking naked past this man. I could see my sister’s frail form ahead of me, ribs sharp beneath the parchment skin. Betsie, how thin you were!

Betsie and I had been arrested for concealing Jews in our home during the Nazi occupation of Holland; this man had been a guard at Ravensbrück concentration camp where we were sent.

Now he was in front of me, hand thrust out: “A fine message, fräulein! How good it is to know that, as you say, all our sins are at the bottom of the sea!”

And I, who had spoken so glibly of forgiveness, fumbled in my pocketbook rather than take that hand. He would not remember me, of course–how could he remember one prisoner among those thousands of women?

But I remembered him and the leather crop swinging from his belt. It was the first time since my release that I had been face to face with one of my captors and my blood seemed to freeze.

“You mentioned Ravensbrück in your talk,” he was saying. “I was a guard in there.” No, he did not remember me.

“But since that time,” he went on, “I have become a Christian. I know that God has forgiven me for the cruel things I did there, but I would like to hear it from your lips as well. Fräulein”–again the hand came out–“will you forgive me?”

And I stood there–I whose sins had every day to be forgiven–and could not. Betsie had died in that place–could he erase her slow terrible death simply for the asking?

It could not have been many seconds that he stood there, hand held out, but to me it seemed hours as I wrestled with the most difficult thing I had ever had to do.

For I had to do it–I knew that. The message that God forgives has a prior condition: that we forgive those who have injured us. “If you do not forgive men their trespasses,” Jesus says, “neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses.”

I knew it not only as a commandment of God, but as a daily experience. Since the end of the war I had had a home in Holland for victims of Nazi brutality.

Those who were able to forgive their former enemies were able also to return to the outside world and rebuild their lives, no matter what the physical scars. Those who nursed their bitterness remained invalids. It was as simple and as horrible as that.

And still I stood there with the coldness clutching my heart. But forgiveness is not an emotion–I knew that too. Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.

“Jesus, help me!” I prayed silently. “I can lift my hand. I can do that much. You supply the feeling.”

And so woodenly, mechanically, I thrust my hand into the one stretched out to me. And as I did, an incredible thing took place. The current started in my shoulder, raced down my arm, sprang into our joined hands. And then this healing warmth seemed to flood my whole being, bringing tears to my eyes.

“I forgive you, brother!” I cried. “With all my heart!”

For a long moment we grasped each other’s hands, the former guard and the former prisoner. I had never known God’s love so intensely as I did then.

And having thus learned to forgive in this hardest of situations, I never again had difficulty in forgiving: I wish I could say it! I wish I could say that merciful and charitable thoughts just naturally flowed from me from then on. But they didn’t.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned at 80 years of age, it’s that I can’t store up good feelings and behavior–but only draw them fresh from God each day.

Maybe I’m glad it’s that way. For every time I go to Him, He teaches me something else. I recall the time, some 15 years ago, when some Christian friends whom I loved and trusted did something which hurt me.

You would have thought that, having forgiven the Nazi guard, this would have been child’s play. It wasn’t. For weeks I seethed inside. But at last I asked God again to work His miracle in me. And again it happened: first the cold-blooded decision, then the flood of joy and peace.

I had forgiven my friends; I was restored to my Father.

Then, why was I suddenly awake in the middle of the night, hashing over the whole affair again? My friends! I thought. People I loved! If it had been strangers, I wouldn’t have minded so.

I sat up and switched on the light. “Father, I though it was all forgiven! Please help me do it!”

But the next night I woke up again. They’d talked so sweetly too! Never a hint of what they were planning. “Father!” I cried in alarm. “Help me!”

His help came in the form of a kindly Lutheran pastor to whom I confessed my failure after two sleepless weeks.

“Up in that church tower,” he said, nodding out the window, “is a bell which is rung by pulling on a rope. But you know what? After the sexton lets go of the rope, the bell keeps on swinging. First ding then dong. Slower and slower until there’s a final dong and it stops.

“I believe the same thing is true of forgiveness. When we forgive someone, we take our hand off the rope. But if we’ve been tugging at our grievances for a long time, we mustn’t be surprised if the old angry thoughts keep coming for a while. They’re just the ding-dongs of the old bell slowing down.”

And so it proved to be. There were a few more midnight reverberations, a couple of dings when the subject came up in my conversation. But the force–which was my willingness in the matter–had gone out of them. They came less and less often and at last stopped altogether.

And so I discovered another secret of forgiveness: that we can trust God not only above our emotions, but also above our thoughts.

And still He had more to teach me, even in this single episode. Because many years later, in 1970, an American with whom I had shared the ding-dong principle came to visit me in Holland and met the people involved. “Aren’t those the friends who let you down?” he asked as they left my apartment.

“Yes,” I said a little smugly. “You can see it’s all forgiven.”

“By you, yes,” he said. “But what about them? Have they accepted your forgiveness?”

“They say there’s nothing to forgive! They deny it ever happened. But I can prove it!” I went eagerly to my desk. “I have it in black and white! I saved all their letters and I can show you where–”

“Corrie!” My friend slipped his arm through mine and gently closed the drawer. “Aren’t you the one whose sins are at the bottom of the sea? And are the sins of your friends etched in black and white?”

For an anguishing moment I could not find my voice. “Lord Jesus,” I whispered at last, “who takes all my sins away, forgive me for preserving all these years the evidence against others! Give me grace to burn all the blacks and whites as a sweet-smelling sacrifice to Your glory.”

I did not go to sleep that night until I had gone through my desk and pulled out those letters–curling now with age–and fed them all into my little coal-burning grate. As the flames leaped and glowed, so did my heart.

“Forgive us our trespasses,” Jesus taught us to pray, “as we forgive those who trespass against us.” In the ashes of those letters I was seeing yet another facet of His mercy. What more He would teach me about forgiveness in the days ahead I didn’t know, but tonight’s was good news enough.

When we bring our sins to Jesus, He not only forgives them, He makes them as if they had never been.

*****

I have my own story (I think most of us do), although it is not so dramatic as the ones she listed above. In fact, it’s rather trivial.

Many years ago, I awoke to discover our mailbox had been beaten in, presumably with a baseball bat. I was angry, although my wife did not seem to share my reaction. As I recall, I finally ended up getting a new one as I could not save the smashed one.

For weeks afterwards, every time I saw a smashed or dented mailbox, I relived what had been done to ours. I would seethe inside. Then I would pray such noble prayers as “Get ‘em, God!” But this did not bring me piece.

Like Corrie Ten Boom, I finally made the mechanical, cold-blooded decision to forgive. I said the words, and I asked God to help me mean them. Besides, I knew I had to forgive if I wanted to be forgiven.

It took a few days. Thoughts kept coming to my mind about our precious mailbox, destroyed, discarded and replaced. So I would remind myself that I had forgiven them. And I would pray for them again. It finally got to the point where seeing a dented mailbox in my travels no longer bothered me.

There have been many more instances since then. Many times I have been hurt by those I thought cared about me. And I have needed to forgive.

Sometimes it took me a while before I finally said the words. But when I did, I would always ask God to change my heart so that I meant them. And He has always given me a peace, as though lifting a heavy burden right up from off my shoulders.

Even after having moved back to be closer to mom, I kept running into instances where I needed to forgive. I’ve even had a recent one. But God takes me all the way back to that mailbox to remind me that it is so much better on me, my health, and my spirit, if I will just forgive and release the offense.

I am reminded of A Christmas Carol, and old Jacob Marley and the chains and blocks he drags around. To me, each block represents another wrong committed against him, another wrong he refuses to let go of. He must remember it, nurture it, keep it fresh. But by doing so, he adds to his chains of unforgiveness until he can hardly move forward anymore, living a life full of nothing but misery, resentment, and remembered offenses.

I struggle with high blood pressure. By forgiving others, it frees me from stress and anxiety that could be oh, so fatal to me one day. Besides, it reminds me of the sins I need to be forgiven of, the sins God has cast into the sea.

If he can do that for me, an unworthy sinner, the least I can do is to forgive others. And if it’s a struggle to forgive, I know that if I just say the words (when I may not feel like it) while asking God to help me change my heart, I know He will be faithful and will take the burden away and fill me with peace and joy.

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Hailee and the ridge 3 (27)

Posted on December 16, 2024 by riwa

Hailee had explored much of the land and water beyond her back yard. But there was one place she had yet to investigate. It was an underwater ridge twenty yards farther out from shore.

She’d swam out there several times before. Hailee had even been tempted to head off the ridge and see how far down it went. But each time she’d hesitated… until today.

She sat on the shoreline and strapped on a pair of dive fins. Hailee pulled down a black dive mask over her face. Then she waded out into the water.

The depth was easy enough to handle. She was a good swimmer, and was confident in her abilities. It was what lay beyond the ridge that both concerned and intrigued her.

She waded out and then finned underwater until she reached the ridge and surfaced. The plateau was nine feet below her. What lay beyond the ridge was deeper still.

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She’d been putting off this moment for a long time. Now she wanted to see what had up ‘til now been just out of reach.

Hailee filled her lungs. Then she angled herself downward. She reached the ridge and went right over the edge.

She kicked with long, smooth strokes of her dive fins. They easily propelled her downward. The bottom was certainly deep enough. But the water was clear, and she could easily see what lay below.

She reached the ocean floor within a good fifteen or twenty seconds. Her confidence swelled within her. It was quite the drop-off. But now she saw how easy it was to reach the bottom, especially swimming down using her dive fins.

She saw there were crevasses scattered about. The one she was in was littered with smooth stones that led to a sandy incline. Hailee decided to follow that particular path, not wanting to tarry on the ocean floor too long.

The rocky bottom gave way to a sandy slope. She followed it upward, grateful it was taking her toward the surface. Already she could feel the pressure of the depths upon her body.

The path ended in front of a sloping wall. Hailee followed it straight up, releasing bubbles out of her mouth. Soon she reached the top of the ridge until she was once more in shallow water.

Hailee surfaced and panted for breath. Her heart beat with excitement. This was the first time she’d mastered her fear of the ridge and what lay beyond.

She was proud it hadn’t cost her that much time underwater. She was certainly a good breath-holder and had been concerned how long she would have to hold it going down and back. But the entire swim had barely taken over a minute, hardly taxing her abilities at all.

Hailee moved back over to the top of the ridge, treading water up at the surface. She filled her lungs and headed back down. This time she finned slower, wanting to take her time exploring.

Once more she went right over the edge. It was a long way down. She bottomed out once again at what felt like a good fifty or sixty feet.

She slowly looked all around before deciding to take that same path angling up the incline. She knew she would run into that dead end and be forced upward. But now there was very little fear involved.

She finned slowly, taking her time while examining the bottom. The rocky soil soon gave way to the sandy incline. Hailee followed the path until she ran into the wall, causing her to slowly fin her way back up to the top while releasing air out of her mouth.

She surfaced and panted for breath. The view had been exhilarating. What’s more, her breath-holding abilities had not been the least bit challenged.

She finned over to her starting point above the ridge again. Hailee filled her lungs and submerged once more. This time she skulled herself down until she was virtually standing upright on the ridge.

She peered over the edge, looking down into the crevasse. She released a few bubbles before tipping herself forward. Then she slowly finned her way downward again.

It was still a long way down, just like her past two dives. Hailee felt that familiar surge of excitement in her gut. Yet she experienced a growing confidence she had nothing whatsoever to worry about.

She reached the bottom of the crevasse. Instead of heading for the incline, she paused to examine the rocks along the ocean floor. They’d been smoothed over from centuries of lying on the bottom.

She took her time slowly finning along the bottom. She wanted to explore the crevasse, although there really wasn’t much to it. That’s when she stumbled upon a larger stone lying in a pile of smaller ones.

Curious, she picked it up and hefted it in her arms. Then she looked up at the ridge above her. It was a long way back to the surface. But she wasn’t feeling the strain in her lungs just yet.

Hailee smiled as she began to carry the stone along the bottom toward the sandy slope. It wasn’t all that heavy. But it helped keep her on the ocean floor.

Her fins hindered her progress as she moved along. They were not designed for taking long walks on the ocean floor. At least the protected her bare feet from the rocks she stepped upon.

She had just reached the sandy part of the trail when she felt it in her lungs. It was time to go. Hailee dropped the stone and released a burst of bubbles as she headed for the surface.

This time there was a small surge of concern as she propelled herself upward. Instinctively she used powerful strokes of her fins to rapidly make the ascent. But her anxiety faded as she drew closer to the surface.

She went all the way up until she popped her head up, gasping quietly for breath. The moment of excitement passed. That time she’d stayed down longer and had almost run out of air. She’d experienced a brief thrill that quickly faded.

Hailee decided she was going to go back down. So she filled her lungs before submerging. Once more she worked herself down onto the ridge.

She looked downward, trying to find the large rock she’d discovered. But it was just out of sight. She would have to start down the wall in order to locate it.

Hailee went over the side head first. This time she pulled with her arms, trying not to use her fins as much. It took longer, but she was able to make it easily enough.

She reached the bottom of the rocky crevasse. Hailee turned and slowly finned toward the incline. The stone was still there, right where she’d left it.

She swam over to it and picked it up. It was heavy enough, yet she could easily carry it. That’s when Hailee looked up at the ridge, suddenly deep in thought.

With the stone in her hands, she launched herself upward off the sandy part of the incline. She had to fin harder to propel herself upward, releasing more air along the way. The rock as well as her negative buoyancy slowed her ascent, giving her a brief surge of anxiety.

The top of the ridge drew closer. Hailee aimed right for it, her heart beating fast as her lungs began to burn. Then she was there, the surface barely nine or ten feet above her.

She dropped the stone onto the edge of the ridge, making sure it didn’t go tumbling back over. Her lungs were burning as little spurts of air spewed past her lips. Then she finished the swim upward, gasping for breath once her head cleared the surface.

Hailee tread water while catching her breath. That one had been a longer swim and had taxed her abilities. But she felt proud she’d handled herself well.

She considered the stone sitting on the edge of the ridge. That’s when an interesting thought crossed her mind. She felt a surge of anxiety over what she was contemplating. But she still wanted to attempt it.

Hailee waited until she’d gotten her breath back. She carefully slipped out of her dive fins. They drifted to the surface where they quietly bobbed in place.

Hailee filled her lungs before she could change her mind. Then she skulled herself downward. Her bare feet came in contact with the ridge in close proximity to the stone.

She bent down to pick it up. Then she hefted it in her arms. But she felt a sudden surge of concern, and she let it go as she returned to the surface.

Hailee popped up panting quietly for breath. Then she grabbed her fins and slipped them back on. That’s when she shook her head… hunh – unh. She was going to make sure she could get back to the surface easily enough.

Once more Hailee filled her lungs before submerging to the top of the ridge. She crouched down and picked up the stone. Then she hefted it in her arms as she stepped forward to the edge.

A brief surge of anxiety flushed through her once more. ‘Here goes nothing,’ she told herself. Then she leaned forward, stretching the stone out in front of her in her outstretched arms.

Hailee choose not to kick or do anything else. She simply allowed the weight of the stone to pull her downward. She easily cleared the wall of the ridge as she headed straight for the bottom.

Hailee felt an erotic thrill as she made the descent. Once more she felt the pressure increase the deeper she went. But she was all caught up in the excitement of her time on the ridge and the little game she was attempting.

The stone took her right down until it came in contact with a pile of its kindred where she let it go. It had taken hardly any time at all to make the descent. Hailee doubted she could have finned her way to the bottom all that much faster.

She grinned inwardly, bubbles trickling out of her mouth. She picked it back up in her hands. Then she tried to make the walk across the rocky bottom toward the sandy incline.

Once more, the fins made it difficult to proceed. They were long and floppy. She had to walk much slower.

At first Hailee thought about dropping the rock right then and there. Instead, she launched herself back up toward the surface with the stone in her hands. She released bubbles out of her mouth as she propelled herself upward, using long, powerful strokes of her dive fins.

At first it felt like a chore, and an anxious one at that. But she could tell she was making headway. She soon reached the top of the ridge where she deposited the stone and then headed for the surface.

Hailee popped up gasping quietly for breath. Now she’d become excited about her newfound discovery. What’s more, she really wanted to try what she’d been previously considering.

Hailee removed her dive fins again. She left them bobbing at the surface as she filled her lungs. Then she descended toward the ridge.

She picked up the stone in her hands and quickly moved to the edge of the ridge. Once more she felt that erotic thrill of anxiety. This time she simply stretched her arms outward with the stone in her hands, launching herself forward.

The added weight dutifully took her right off the ridge. Hailee hung on tight as she began her descent. Once more, she had to fight against that instinctive surge of anxiety that wanted to overwhelm her.

She felt the pressure increase as she headed to the bottom. Hailee felt an erotic thrill as she went all the way down along the wall of the ridge. The bottom soon rushed up to meet her.

Instead of allowing the stone to touch the ocean floor, Haile twisted until she landed upon her feet. Her hair flowed upward before coming down all around her eyes. That had been more thrilling than she could have possibly imagined.

Hailee turned and began to carry the stone over the rocky ground. But she could already feel it in her lungs. She knew she should be able to hold her breath longer. But she figured it was because of the thrill of the descent with the rock in her hands.

She dropped the stone and kicked off the bottom for the long swim back to the surface. Hailee released bubbles out of her mouth as she followed the wall of the ridge. The pressure eased the closer she got to the surface.

She came all the way up and gasped quietly for breath. What should she do now? Should she go down, get the rock and try again?

Hailee wasn’t sure she could get it back to the top of the ridge without her dive fins. So she retrieved them and slipped them onto her feet. Then she filled her lungs before angling downward.

She went right over the edge of the ridge, zeroing in on the rock. She wanted to dive off the ridge again with the stone in her hands. This time she wanted to see how far she could carry it along the ocean floor before being forced to return to the surface.

Once more, it felt like a long way down. By now Hailee was getting used to it. She was actually thrilled at having to make such a deep dive under her own power.

She reached the bottom and found the stone. She picked it up and headed back to the surface with long, powerful strokes of her fins. It was a long way, and she released bubbles out of her mouth.

The pressure eased as she approached the surface. She reached the ridge and deposited the rock. Then she headed for the surface to catch her breath.

Hailee popped up panting quietly. Her plan was to allow the rock to take her all the way down. Then she wanted to know how far she could carry it before lack of air forced her to return to the surface.

She slipped out of her dive fins yet again. She was tempted to jettison them altogether. But they sure were helpful in getting that stone back to the top of the ridge. It was just about the right weight for her to handle.

She caught her breath and then filled her lungs. Hailee submerged to the top of the ridge and the waiting stone. The anxiety she always felt quickly returned, although it was not as intense as before.

She held the stone in her hands as she looked down over the edge. It gave her a fearful thrill. But she’d already done it once before. She was sure she could do it again.

Down she went, stretching out the stone ahead of her toward the ocean floor. Hailee felt that familiar surge of erotic anxiety. It gave her quite a thrill hanging onto some weight as she was pulled to the ocean floor.

She went all the way to the bottom, easily making it on the breath in her lungs. Once again, she twisted in place until she came down on her feet. Hailey wanted to make sure her feet were underneath her so she could begin her walk.

Hailee turned and began the long climb up the rocky slope. Her feet slipped among the smooth surface of the many stones. Thankfully there was nothing jagged upon which to cut herself.

She started up the slope, slow and steady. This time it felt like she had more air left in her lungs. She could hold her breath longer so long as she didn’t panic while making each descent.

Hailee powered forward with her legs, searching for solid places in which to put each foot. She slipped on the rocks as she made the climb. She wanted to reach the sandy soil up ahead. But she could feel her lungs starting to protest again.

Hailee was disappointed with herself. She knew she could stay down longer. And she was sure she could reach that sandy part of the trail. But she dropped the rock and began the long swim back to the surface.

She released bubbles as she made the ascent. Each time up made her think it was such a long way that she might not make it. Yet each time she always surfaced with room to spare.

She passed the top of the ridge on the way to the surface. She located her bobbing dive fins and headed in that direction. She would need them to go back down and retrieve the rock.

Hailee popped up gasping quietly for breath. She corralled the fins and attached them to her bare feet. She waited another minute to catch her breath. Then she submerged to begin the long swim back down.

She went over the ridge and headed downward. She zeroed in on the location of the stone she’d been using. She wanted to keep using the same one; it was virtually the perfect weight.

She reached the bottom and did a quick search for the stone she wanted. She spotted it and hefted it in her hands. Yup; this was the one she wanted.

Hailee turned and headed back to the surface. She released bubbles out of her mouth as she made the lengthy climb up the side of the ridge. It was still intimidating to know how deep she was. But she was proving over and over to herself just how easy it was to make the swim.

She reached the top of the ridge, swam over to the spot she wanted, and dropped off the rock. Then she headed on to the surface. Her lungs were just beginning to protest when she burst up gasping quietly for breath.

She paused to get her breath back while shedding her dive fins. She looked all around, noticing she was still alone. That was ok as she enjoyed making these exploratory swims by herself.

She filled her lungs and headed for the ridge below. Hailee picked up the stone and hefted it in her hands. There was no point in dilly-dallying, not if she wanted to make a nice long walk on the ocean floor with the stone in her hands.

Hailee launched herself over the edge of the ridge. Once more, she held the stone outstretched in her hands. It took her down the wall of the ridge to the depths below.

Damn; it was deep! She never could seem to get used to it. Hailee concentrated on holding her breath, wanting to conserve every molecule of air for her walk along the bottom.

She reached the ocean floor and turned herself around until she landed on her feet. She only paused a moment before turning and beginning her walk. She followed the uphill path, her feet fumbling through the numerous smooth stones along the way.

She knew she could go farther. After all, she had plenty of air in her lungs. A steady pace would accomplish a great deal, so long as she didn’t panic or become too anxious.

It wasn’t that far to the sandy part of the incline. Hailee kept at it, determined to make the entire length on one breath. She felt a growing thrill as she approached her destination.

She reached the sand and began to climb upward, her toes digging into the soft bottom. Hailee felt a thrill at having made it this far. This was good exercise, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Hailee followed the path to the left. A few more yards and she would reach the wall that dead-ended the crevasse she was in. She was proud she was going to make the walk with the stone in her hand on one breath.

Hailee suddenly became aware of a disturbance in the soil. Was it her vision? Had she pushed herself to the point of it affecting her senses?

Something came down on her shoulder. Hailee looked up in time to see part of the wall coming down on her. She let out a cry of alarm as she dropped the stone.

She tried to launch herself up off the ocean floor while shying away from the descending material. But it was too late. She got caught up in it until she found herself being forced back down to the bottom of the crevasse.

Instinctively she held her breath, fearing the worst. Her vision blurred in an instant. She thought for sure she would be buried and might never be found again.

She was aware of a faint rumbling in the distance. Then all became quiet. She waited for more of the side of the crevasse to come down on her. But it didn’t.

She suddenly became aware of aching lungs. She needed to return to the surface. But she was buried up to her torso in material from the side of the wall.

She grunted and bubbled as she struggled to free herself. There was a lot of dirt and rock on top of her. It reminded her of that time on the beach with her friends when she’d been buried up to her hips in sand.

That time it had been difficult to extricate herself. This felt even worse. She struggled to pull her legs out as her lungs began to burn.

Hailee grunted and bubbled as she pulled to free herself. She thought she could feel her left leg starting to pull free. The right one seemed worse, and she struggled to work it loose.

The strain in her lungs worsened. Her stomach began to ripple. The water all around her was still blurry from the sediment being disturbed. She could taste particles of dirt in her mouth.

Hailee grunted as the fear intensified. Her lungs began to heave more insistently. She frantically clawed at the sediment covering her lower extremities.

She felt her left leg come free. But her right one felt like it was wedged against something. She began to tug frantically, her lungs screaming at her.

A convulsion nearly made her lose her breath. Instinctively she covered her mouth as she looked upward. Her vision was still brown and murky.

She shook her head, grunting and bubbling as she waved upward with her arms. She struggled to free herself, trying to use her left leg for leverage. The right one was slowly coming free, but there was too much dirt and sediment involved.

Hailee suddenly spewed her breath away. A moment later she gurgled as she involuntarily swallowed. That’s when she went into convulsions as she began to suck water down her windpipe.

She tried to scream, but it came out in a gurgle. She blinked as she thrashed about within the sediment she was still hung up in. She hitched and gurgled until her spasms began to ease.

She couldn’t believe how much it hurt. Hailee couldn’t understand how she was still conscious. Then she felt something very wrong begin to occur to her vital organs.

She cried out in her mind as her vision faded. Then consciousness mercifully slipped away. She settled in the sediment, her hands instinctively outstretched toward the ridge above her.

Her dive fins would be carried in to shore. But the currents would move them farther down the shoreline. It would make things all the more difficult for someone trying to discover where she had gone and what might have happened to her.

2021 (written for JQPublic Mar 13 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by vidcaps made from a video clip I found.)

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Noosed by her mother 4.4 (83)

Posted on December 9, 2024 by riwa

My daughter Leona told me she wanted to do it. Hell, she practically begged me! So I set it up for her.

I put her in tight, sexy latex. It hugged her body and legs. It made her look incredibly hot.

Next, she wanted the blindfold. She said it would be scary without any vision. She wanted a lot of fear because she wanted to fully embrace the experience.

I made the rope nice and snug around her legs and chest. She begged me to make it tighter. Surely she had to have been uncomfortable. But she didn’t protest.

Finally it was time for the noose. I made sure she felt it as I looped it around her throat and then snugged it tight. She gasped and whimpered.

“Nice and thick, honey… just perfect for a long, sexy hanging.”

“Really, mother?” I could tell she was trembling as she panted for breath.

I rubbed my fingers through her crotch, pressing against her womanhood. Instinctively she writhed as she tried to clench. “Horny, honey?” I purred seductively.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, mother.”

“Scared?”

“Terrified… yet I’m feeling incredibly thrilled.”

“I think you’re ready, honey. I know I’m certainly ready to see you hang. So let’s get you up into the air, shall we?”

“An hour, mom?” She sounded scared, yet enthusiastic.

“An hour, darling. Not one second less.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“And if I… if I don’t survive?”

“Then I’m going to cum, honey… probably several times.”

“You’re going to cum? Watching me hang to death?”

“Yes, honey. I’m going to cum watching you hang to death.”

She inhaled sharply as though struggling to catch her breath. Then she tried to lift herself proud and upright. “I’m ready mother… no wait! You mean I might really die?”

“Yes, honey. An hour is a long time. The noose is liable to strangle you to death.”

“Gawd! Now I… I don’t know.”

“Having second thoughts, honey?” I seductively rubbed my hands all over her body before running my fingers through her crotch again.

She writhed and clenched as she panted. “Gawd, I… I just don’t… I mean… I’m so scared… yet I’m so excited!”

“Yay or nay, darling? Your mother needs to know.”

“You r-really want to watch me hang to death, mother?”

“If it comes to that… yes.”

I probably shouldn’t have. But I whispered into her ear, “I’m probably going to cum the moment your feet leave the floor.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Then she blurted out, “Do it, mom! Just hang me already!”

I never gave her the chance to change her mind. A moment later she was hoisted up into the air. Her toes stretched down to a floor that was now six inches away.

She let out a rasp for breath. Then she started wriggling like a worm. She shook and trembled all over.

I winced as it hit me hard. Sexual pleasure washed warmly through my body. Then I heard her rasp, “M-mother?”

“You’ve got an hour to go, darling.”

“I… I don’t… oh, gawd…” And with that she began to wriggle like a worm again.

I could feel another climax approaching. I stepped close and whispered, “Do you want down, honey?”

She wriggled in the noose. “Yssss… NO!”

“Good girl.” Then I ran my fingers through her crotch again, rubbing her womanhood.

She squeezed against my fingers. She wriggled like a fish on a line. “One hour, honey,” I purred into her ear. “My gawd! You look sexy as hell strangling to death in that noose.”

She rasped and gurgled. Then she wriggled again. “Just relax, honey. Relax and let the experience envelop you.”

She hung limp for a while. Seconds turned into minutes. Then she began to wriggle again.

I caressed her body all over. Then I ran my fingers through her crotch. I could feel a reaction to the pressure I applied.

She appeared to settle down again. She gently shimmied in the noose. I could just make out little movements in her sexy form.

I checked my watch. “Fifteen minutes, honey. You still have a long way to go. Mmmm, so sexy.”

She started to struggle again. “Relax, honey,” I purred into her ear. Then I fingered her crotch again.

She writhed and clenched. I fingered her harder. She clenched even more until she appeared to shudder.

“That’s lovely, honey. That looked like it must have been a nice one. Now relax and settle in.”

She tried to hang limp. But it must have been impossible. She began to shimmy again before she started to wriggle like a fish on a line.

She tried to rasp something. I breathed into her ear, “Not this time, honey. You had your opportunity. You’re going the full hour now. Deep down, I know you want to. I know I’m sure as hell committed to this to the very end!”

She gawked as she began to wriggle again. “You’ll wear yourself out that way, honey. The noose will only get tighter. Relax; you’re halfway there.”

I caressed her all over, my pussy throbbing like crazy. She relaxed a little. I thrust fingers through her crotch, and she writhed and clenched.

She grunted. Then she started to wriggle like a worm. She dolphin-kicked harder.

I cried out as pleasure washed over me. “Gawd, honey! I think you want to hang yourself to death for me!”

She shuddered in the noose. I could tell she’d experienced another climax of her own. Then she settled down again.

I checked my watch. Twenty minutes to go. Was she going to make it? I had mixed emotions over my own personal desires.

I began caressing her again as the minutes ticked down. She started to shimmy again. I rubbed my fingers through her crotch to give her something else to think about.

She clenched and wriggled. Drool spilled off her tongue. It was starting to protrude past her lips.

“Fourteen minutes, honey. Can you hold out that long? Or are you going to hang to death for your dear mother?”

Something must have triggered inside her. She began fighting the noose like crazy. She couldn’t make herself stop.

“Honey, you’d better be careful. You’re going to lethally tighten that noose and hang yourself to death.” She just wriggled harder.

More drool spilled off her tongue. Her struggles began sporadic and haphazard. I could tell she was moving into the final phase.

Her struggles lessened. Her face was definitely turning red. Her lips were almost blue.

She finally hung limp with about seven minutes to go. There was only the occasional muscle spasm. I winced as pleasure flowed through me again.

I saw her through the last six minutes. Then I checked for a pulse. There was none. I shuddered from one last, shameful orgasm. Then I left her there to enjoy the experience for another hour before taking her down to dispose of her body.

7-16-21 Inspired by the drawing I included. I believe the artist’s name is Louiselatexmalick.

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Drowning the gangbang bitch 4.2 (32)

Posted on December 2, 2024 by riwa

The ad in the newspaper said they were looking for a gangbang bitch. They wanted a woman who would be interested in a sexual challenge. It meant she would get all the cum she could handle.

She should’ve known better. But Dottie’s curiosity – and her overly active libido – got the better of her.

She called the number that was listed. The voice on the other end of the line curtly ordered her to show up at a certain address at a certain time. But she needn’t bother coming unless she was fully committed to whatever would be done to her.

Dottie didn’t know what to expect. But a gangbang sounded erotic as hell. She wondered what it would feel like to be pumped full of all that cum, much less have it splattered all over her naked body.

She showed up at the appointed time and place. Dottie found two vans waiting for her. Both were full of eager males.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, shivering with an erotic thrill. She trembled as she stepped out of her vehicle. It occurred to her this might not be the safest thing in the world to do. But she was aroused like never before.

Before she could react, a handful of men charged toward her. They grabbed onto her and began removing all her clothes right there beside her vehicle. Dottie’s excitement morphed into a sense of nervous unease.

“Easy, lads; there’ll be plenty for all.” But her words fell on deaf ears. Soon she was stripped out of her clothes.

Before she knew what was happening she was tossed into the back of one of the vans. A moment later she had cocks in her mouth and hands. That’s when the vehicle she was in started moving.

She cried out into the cock in her mouth. How was she supposed to get back to her car?? Bloody hell, her clothes had been left on the ground back there!

She had no idea where she was being taken. Besides, she was too busy taking cocks already. It wasn’t long before she was on her hands and knees, taking one in her mouth and another in her quivering slit.

Two more filled her hands. Everyone other than the driver was taking part. Bloody hell; wasn’t this getting the party started a little early??

In no time at all, the one down her throat went off. Dottie swallowed hot, salty seed. It gave her a perverse thrill.

It wasn’t long before the one in her pussy exploded. It overwhelmed her senses. She went off with an orgasmic cry that became muffled once another cock pushed itself in past her lips.

She was barely aware the pavement beneath the tires had given way to dirt. Perhaps she should have been concerned. But she was too busy taking cock after cock inside the van.

She tasted the salty tang of each exploding dick in her mouth. Her pussy began to drip from receiving so many cums. By the time the vehicle finally came to a stop, she was half-drunk with lust and orgasms.

She found herself at some local swimming hole she did not recognize. She was dragged to the water and thrown in. The men stripped naked before jumping in after her.

Once again she was impaled in both ends. Sometimes she was allowed up at the surface. Other times she had to hold her breath as she was held underwater until she thought her lungs were going to burst.

Sucking underwater dick was a thrill. She always did have a bit of a fantasy about being drowned. To be fucked and drowned by the men she was with gave her an erotic shiver something fierce.

Perhaps she should have been more concerned over where she was and the inherent dangers. But she’d literally become a bitch in heat. Dottie was obsessed with swallowing cock after cock.

She’d always had a gangbang fantasy. This might be the only time she ever got to experience one. She decided to go with it for as long as possible.

Two cocks in her holes became three. Her ass was stretched until she screamed into the cock in her mouth from a massive orgasm. Bubbles erupted up at the surface as she was fucked while being forced to hold her breath.

She was a little disappointed. She wanted them to cum all over her naked body. At least she would be somewhat clean once her experience concluded.

Dottie climaxed again and again until she was finally pulled out of the water. All she could do was gasp like crazy, gulping in an effort to catch her breath. That’s when things took an ominous turn…

She was too weak to resist as they tied her with several lengths of rope. It reminded her of some sort of crazy Japanese bondage, making her tits really jut out. She didn’t know whether to be scared or excited.

She chose the latter when she was dangled horizontally from a tree. That’s when they resumed their fucking of their naked captive. It was erotic as hell despite the discomfort of her situation.

Sometimes they swung her back and forth between two men who would take turns thrusting into her. She was hung in a position where she could get it in both ends. Her jaw became sore, her pussy and ass red and swollen.

They finally finished up with her. Cum dripped out of every hole. Several had indeed spunked on her.

Dottie was dragged back over near the edge of the swimming hole. She panted tiredly for breath, too weak and numbed with a multitude of orgasms to care all that much. The sun was going down… and it had been glorious.

One of the men shimmied up a tree, taking some rope with him. As he pulled on it, Dottie was surprised to find herself being dragged into the water face down. She became concerned over the face her head was submerged.

She was so bloody tired! Didn’t the lads understand all that?? How the hell was she supposed to hold her breath??

Dottie was lifted up into the air by one leg. The other was left untied and hanging uselessly. It was awkward and bloody uncomfortable.

Her arms were bound securely behind her back. There was no way she was getting down without help. Then one of the guys waded into the water.

He came right up to her, her head mere inches above the surface. He smiled as he told her, “Now for the challenging part to our little advertisement we posted. Once a year the lads and I get together and obtain some whore to fuck. Afterwards we always enjoy snuffing the bitch. This year it’s your turn. And we’ve decided to go with a water theme, as you’ve just experienced.”

Dottie’s eyes flew open wide in horror. Lust and excitement gave way to terror and panic. “I didn’t know!” she gasped. “You can’t DO this to me!”

“Oh, but we can,” he said with a snicker. “We’re in an isolated part of the woods. Every year we bring a girl here. Fate has brought you to our doorstep. However we WILL give you a sporting chance. All you have to do is keep your head out of the water.”

“No… NO!”

“Bring her down, Alex.” he called up into the tree above her. “Just enough to submerge her head.”

“NO! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!”

The terror Dottie felt almost masked the surge of fearful eroticism that hit her. She was lowered with jerky bounces into the water. As her blond locks touched the surface, she inhaled sharply before her head was submerged.

The bouncing stopped. She went no lower. Dottie was left to softly sway, her head submerged in water that lapped around her neck.

Panic gripped her she tried to lift herself up out of the water with her stomach muscles. She got up enough to get a breath. She heard cheers from the males watching her.

The pain was incredible. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She was forced to fill her lungs with air before allowing her head to be submerged.

Bubbles came up as she wriggled and struggled. Her sinuses stung, but there was nothing she could do about it. She jerked and twisted, her head still remaining underwater.

She struggled and thrashed about in an attempt to free herself from the ropes that bound her. But it was no use. She needed another breath.

Once again she used her stomach muscles to lift herself up out of the water. She got her head up and gasped madly for breath. It was much harder that before.

Dottie realized she couldn’t keep this up forever. “Please!” she gasped in their direction. “You’ve got to help me! I’m getting tired!”

“We understand,” the one who seemed to be the leader acknowledged with a smile. “Remember, we arranged it so you could keep your head up if you work at it. It won’t be our fault if you give up and drown.”

“NO! BLOODY HELL: NO!”

Dottie gasped for breath moments before her stomach muscles gave out. Her head went under. Her sinuses stung.

She stayed under longer, trying to rest while holding her breath. Then she lifted her heard up out of the water, trying to bend at the waist. Her stomach muscles felt like they were on fire.

She could not keep herself out of the water for long. Being upside down was making the blood rush to her head. They weren’t really going to watch her drown, were they??

On her next time out of the water, she was only up for about twenty seconds. Then she weakly fell back down, submerging her head with a splash. Bloody hell; she was going to drown!

Fear and the terror sent an erotic jolt to her terribly aroused pussy. Her hands flexed helplessly behind her back. Her body twisted and wriggled as she lost bubbles out of her mouth and nose…

No – no – NO!

Panic set in. Dottie couldn’t lift herself up anymore. She knew all those bloody wankers were watching. But no one lifted a finger to help her.

She suddenly started thrashing about as her lungs screamed for another breath. A moment later it went off in her pussy. Dottie experienced an explosion of warmth as she bucked and jerked, leaving her badly out of breath.

When it passed she tried to lift her head up. Her stomach muscles refused to comply. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore…

Dottie lost a big burst of air. She thrashed about as she struggled to free herself. Then she began swallowing water, gagging on it and then coughing it back up.

She inhaled deeply, her windpipe momentarily seizing up. She tried to scream until a bubbly froth of bubbles came out of her mouth. Her free leg flapped like a dead fish as her body shuddered and twisted.

Every eye was upon the erotic sight of her naked body as she hung there upside down. They could see her shuddering and drowning in water that only covered her head. Her nipples appeared to be incredibly hard as her pussy gushed.

Dottie glubbed and jerked as she tried to inhale, forcing more air out of her lungs. But she could only breathe in more water. She spasmed hard, twisting about until she abruptly stopped struggling.

Sporadic bubbles popped up at the surface after evacuating her flooded lungs. The water quietly rippled around her head in ever growing rings. Dottie hung still other than the occasional muscle twitch. Her untied leg hung loose as her body sagged in death.

The water became still. It rippled again as a few more bubbles came up. It became still again, only to ripple as a couple more bubbles made an appearance.

There was the faintest of shivers that caressed her naked flesh. One more large bubble popped up, creating one last set of ripples that spread outward in concentric circles. Then everything was still. Dottie moved and bubbled no more.

One of the males was selected by lot to cut her down. Her body was taken out to the deepest part of the swimming hole. She was hauled down to the bottom where she was partly covered by the larger rocks that were scattered there. Then the gangbang party climbed into the two vans and headed back to town, vowing to meet again next year to gangbang and then snuff another exciting bitch…

2009; 2020 (written for Dottie Nov 30 ’09; ed. Nov 5 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by the drawing I found and included.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.4 (9)

Posted on November 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming December rewards

Club website delight
It’s just an iPhone
Making partner
Halal nightmares
Best laid plans 8
Another asphyxia week at the sorority
Hermione and Draco
The half-genie and the lady pirate
I dreamed I drowned them 10
Cumming in the noose
And two or three other stories I’m giving consideration to

October stories/rewards will fall off at the end of November to make room for December rewards.

It’s that time of year again to consider all the things I have to be thankful for. I try to make it a point to be thankful the whole year through. But sometimes we get caught up in life’s uncomfortable details, and thus find it hard to remind ourselves of the blessings we do have. I have a roof over my head, and I have food and finances. I have a car that is now paid off, thanks to you. And I still have my mother, which is doubly meaningful as I’ve learned that a college classmate of mine recently lost his mom. Some people in the US have far less than I have right now, so I try to thank God for my many blessings as often as I can.

This month has been crazy, considering what we all went through back on Nov 5th. But things have not let up after that date. And by all measures, I think things are going to get worse. Even though we are going into the holidays, the world seems to be falling apart all around us. Many have speculated we are in the end times. And from what I’ve witnessed, it would be hard to disagree with that assessment.

I think about you often, especially your kindness in being my patrons. I have concerns you and your families are doing well, especially with reports I hear about bad weather and about the lawlessness that is taking place out there in some locations. Since I cannot be there in person to check up on you, I simply pray for you all. And I pray this holiday season will be special for you, for your families, and for all of us. God bless you, and thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Terrie 4 (38)

Posted on November 25, 2024 by riwa

1-Beginnings

The first time they ganged up on me was in the locker room after Physical Education class. They sat on my face and made me lick them out until they each had an orgasm. Sometimes they fingered me or pushed something into my pussy like the handle to a tennis racket until they made me cum.

I was the smallest one in my class, so there was nothing I could do. But it didn’t happen every day. It only happened when Evelyn or Phyllis were feeling particularly cruel.

All through high school I became known as the school lesbian slut. If any girl wanted her pussy licked, she would come to me. And if I wasn’t accommodating about it, I would end up being forced.

At first I got off being dominated. And I must admit I enjoyed making them cum. Then I hit my growth spurt at about the same time I started spending my time in the school pool.

The gang bangs died off as I got taller and more muscular, and to be honest I kind of missed them. They were replaced by one-on-one sessions with each of the girls. This time my needs became important as I made sure I got my pussy licked for a change.

One of the girls that really changed things for me was Mandy. She let me use a strap-on on her. She loved it when another girl fucked her.

I still liked licking pussy and enjoying my own cunt being licked. But I got to where it really excited me fucking her with the strap-on. She even let me fuck her in the ass.

Mandy let me explore my dominant side, and I really liked it. I discovered I liked it more than being dominated. But it was kinky Phyllis that opened me up to my asphyxia fetish. It proved to be her undoing.

She found out I was using a strap-on on Mandy, and she wanted me to use it on her. She also wanted me to choke her out while I was fucking her. This was something new and totally different to me.

The first time I tried it was incredible. She had me wrap my fingers around her throat as I fucked her with the strap-on. Seeing her eyes roll in orgasm as I choked her out was such an incredible turn-on. I came really, really hard.

From then on I was hooked. I couldn’t get enough of it. Phyllis had no idea she’d unleashed a monster.

We had two or three different sessions where I asphyxiated her in one form or another. One time I strangled her with rope while I was fucking her. The look in her eyes as she passed out made me cum like you wouldn’t believe.

Once we tried some plastic wrap. I pushed it over her face and kissed her lips while I was fucking her with the strap-on. The way she bucked and shuddered underneath me made me cum so fucking hard.

We even tried a sexy bagging. It puffed and then deflated as she tried to catch her breath while I raped her ass with my strap-on. Seeing her eyes before the bag moistened up on the inside was incredible. The way it clung to her face while she couldn’t breathe really did it for me.

Mandy was a little different. I tried choking her a couple times during sex. She let me do it to her, but I don’t think she liked it as much.

She usually put up a pretty good struggle when I was choking her. The more she resisted, the more turned on I became. I really enjoyed fucking her while asphyxiating her.

College opened me up to a whole new world with a lot of females to choose from. I started fucking other girls once they found out I would lick them and then dominate them. But the orgasms were best when I was choking them out or bagging them while pounding their pussies.

Mandy and slut Phyllis ended up becoming exotic dancers to help pay for school. I became one of their frequent customers. I’d eat them out to start with before I would enjoy fucking them good and hard. I even acquired a larger strap-on just to make it hurt them a little more.

One night the orgasms just weren’t coming with Phyllis. I’m not sure what the deal was. So she told me to choke her out.

I wrapped my fingers around her throat and started to squeeze. That’s when I felt that familiar excitement start to swell inside me. The way her eyes bugged out as she made little rasping noises was so incredibly hot. I even kissed her tongue when it slithered out in surrender. But it wasn’t quite enough.

I released my grip and let her gasp for breath. Then the craziest thought entered my mind. What would happen if I took her all the way and strangled her to death?

We were at her place, so I knew I wouldn’t have a body to dispose of. I just didn’t know what evidence I might leave behind. But it was well known she was entertaining johns to help make ends meet. Maybe the police would focus on one of them.

She wanted to take a break, but I really wanted my orgasm. So I started choking her again. Her eyes flew open in alarm, and it really turned me on.

Why was I so excited? Was it the fear in her expression? That’s when I conducted a little experiment by telling her I was going to kill her.

I started to squeeze harder as I got this wicked grin on my face. She looked up at me in disbelief as she really started to struggle. Something about that turned me on so much that I squeezed until I cut off her breath entirely.

Her tongue came out in surrender as her fists beat against my arms. But my grip was too tight, and I wasn’t about to let go. Her eyes fluttered as she started to have that one last big orgasm. Then she started fading away.

I started cumming so hard as I rammed that strap-on up her pussy. I became hysterical… “Yes – yes – YES; fucking DIE, baby!” She shuddered hard, and then she went limp. That’s when I had a really massive orgasm.

It had been a while since I’d had one that intense. It felt so good that I kept thrusting in and out of her pussy. She stared up at me in shock, her tongue protruding. Her nipples were so hard and she looked so fucking sexy that I guess I couldn’t help myself.

I fucked her really hard as I sucked on her tongue. Amazingly I had another orgasm that was just as intense as the last one. Then I collapsed on top of her.

It was amazing; I felt wonderful! But Phyllis wasn’t moving or breathing. Strangely I didn’t give a damn. Seeing her corpse like that was such an incredible turn-on.

I fucked her one last time before I hurried up, got dressed and then beat it out of there. I went about my usual routine, wondering if I was going to be arrested. Reading the newspaper about her death the next day while seeing it on the news was incredibly arousing.

I did get a visit from some cops asking what I knew about her as she had my name in her list of contacts. I told her we were friends and had known each other back in high school. That’s when they told me it looked like one of her johns had choked her to death.

I told them I was shocked while acting sad over the loss of my friend. I told them I’d warned her a couple of times because I was afraid there might be a danger if she picked up the wrong john. We both thought it might happen to somebody else, but that we never expected it to happen to her.

Eventually they got a suspect and really focused the spotlight on him. I didn’t know Phyllis had a john scheduled to come over later that night. At least the focus wasn’t on me.

A week later Mandy invited me over. She was shocked over what had happened to Phyllis. They worked at different strip clubs, but had kept in touch.

We started making out in order to settle her down. I licked her pussy and then offered to fuck her with the strap-on. She said she was willing and that she needed the distraction.

As I fucked her, I started thinking about what I’d done to Phyllis. Naturally it got me all hot and bothered. I’m sure Mandy didn’t suspect a thing as I realized I could kill her so easily.

At first I thought about choking her to death just like I’d done to Phyllis. But I wanted to try something else. So I fucked a nice orgasm out of her first. Then I excused myself and went to her kitchen.

I got a piece of plastic wrap and brought it back to the bedroom. She was still lying on the bed with her legs parted. I moved in and started licking her until she was really moaning.

I slowly pushed my strap-on back inside her for round two, still hiding the piece of plastic. The more I thought about what I was going to do to her, the more turned on I became. I finally told her, “Mandy, I know who killed Phyllis. It was me. I needed a good orgasm, and I guess she had to die in order to give it to me.”

Her eyes flew open in shock. Then she laughed nervously…. “Stop kidding around, Terrie.” That’s when I produced the plastic and held it down over her face as I started fucking her hard.

“I’m not kidding, Mandy. It was me. Killing her gave me such an intense orgasm like you wouldn’t believe. Now you’re going to give me another one as you die. Isn’t that right? You’re going to help me cum so fucking hard; right, Mandy?”

She bucked and jerked beneath me, trying to pry the plastic off her face. Her eyes were wide as she tried to breathe. I was so turned on that I really fucked her hard.

Her chest heaved as she tried to breathe. It was so fucking sexy. Then at the last moment I think her body started to orgasm as she began slipping away.

Let me tell you: I came so fucking hard. It felt wonderful! Watching the light fade from her eyes was absolutely incredible!

I fucked her nice and slow as I kissed her dead lips through the plastic. I had permanently taken her breath away for my own sadistic, sexual pleasure. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

I fucked her hard, telling her how intense my orgasm had been. I wrapped my hands around her throat, imagining I was taking her life away from her again. It was so hot that I ended up having another orgasm, especially when she gave me a sexy little agonal spasm.

I rose up on my knees and looked her over with my strap-on still inside her. Her nipples were really hard from her last moments of horrific arousal. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared up at the ceiling. She just looked sexy as hell.

I guess I lost control because I went back to fucking her again. I wanted one last orgasm to remember her by. The image of the life flickering out of her eyes sent me over the edge, and I cried out from a massive cum.

After that, I quickly cleaned up and left. Strangely I didn’t feel the least bit sorry. If anything, it made me want to go out and do it all over again.

I had to smile as I drove home while thinking of Phyllis and Mandy. They were the ones who had introduced me to the strap-on and to asphyxia-related sex. I thought it was ironic as hell the way they got to be my fist two sexy kills.

2-Drownings

I tried to lay low for a while, concerned I might be discovered. I was questioned a couple of times, but apparently I wasn’t considered to be a very strong suspect. So I kept up my routine at the college.

One of the things I did regularly was swim at the college pool. It kept me strong and in shape. I figured that would be important in case I ran into someone who might put up more of a struggle.

There was this girl named Lilith I got to know who worked at the pool. She often closed at night. We got to be friends to the point where she allowed me to stay late and get in a few laps before I went home for the evening.

Sometimes we swam together after closing. Afterwards we would go use the spa for a nice soak before going home. If anyone would have barged in, they would have probably caught us making out naked sitting amongst the bubbling jets.

Lilith was a little shy and reserved unless we were kissing and groping in the spa. Her lithe, lean body was not to be taken lightly. She was a hell of a good swimmer with perky breasts, her brown hair usually tucked up under a light green swimcap.

We were making out in the spa one night after hours when my mind drifted back to Phyllis and Mandy. I got aroused remembering how I’d deprived them of their breath and how intense the orgasms had been. I missed that, and I found myself questioning when the next opportunity might present itself.

Right then Lilith reached between my legs, fingering my pussy as I kissed her deeply. That’s when I wondered what she would look like between my legs with her lungs flooding. I moaned as I got this incredibly erotic mental image.

The more we kissed and made out, the more I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I got all steamed up just thinking about it. She thought she had me squirming with her erotic touch. But a lot of it was this mental image I had of her screaming her breath away as I rode her all the way to the bottom of the pool.

It wasn’t long before I had this overwhelming urge to drown the sexy bitch. I fought it off until it was time for us to go. She smiled at the way she’d left me all breathless as we got out of the water and went for our towels. But my thoughts were not on her roaming hands and sensuous lips. They were on something more lethal.

We got together four different nights over the next couple of weeks. Each time the urge to drown her was worse than the last. It was becoming more than I could bear. And I was starving for one of those special orgasms, the kind where someone gives her all for my pleasure.

I finally couldn’t take it any longer. I decided Lilith was simply going to have to drown for me. She’d gotten me all worked up. Now it was time to go all the way with her.

I got my chance on a Wednesday night. She’d had a hard day, and desperately needed a swim and a session in the spa. I decided it was time to strike.

I snuck some ankles weights in the deep end of the swimming lanes. Then we swam some laps back and forth. We don’t always swim side by side, so she didn’t think anything of it when I stayed in the deep end as she swam back.

I quickly dove down and retrieved the ankle weights, attaching them with the Velcro straps. Then I waited for her to come back, taking long deep breaths to prepare myself. I knew she was a fighter, and I was aroused anticipating the sexy struggle to come.

She was almost to the wall when I filled my lungs and submerged. I waited for her to submerge to make her turn to head back. That’s when I struck.

She was in the middle of her turn holding her breath underwater when I wrapped my arms around her waist. I straddled her with my legs, my crotch up against hers. Then I held on tight as the ankle weights started to take us down.

I could tell I’d caught her by surprise. She lost a burst of air, but she didn’t react in a panic. She must have assumed I was only playing with her.

At first she seemed to like it. Then her lungs began to heave. She started to struggle in my grasp, only for me to hold on tighter.

She struggled a little more, but not very violently. Perhaps she didn’t think I understood she needed up… or that she didn’t want to resist me. But I knew what was coming, and I held on even tighter.

Her lungs heaved again as she exploded in panic. We twisted and spun in the water, bubbles spewing everywhere as she tried to break free. I knew this would be the challenging part, and I held on for dear life.

She screamed my name in a froth of bubbles as she thrashed about. My pussy ground against her crotch; I was horny and on the verge of cumming. Then she let out a little cough of bubbles.

Her eyes flew open as her hands instinctively rose up to cover her mouth. But I wanted to see it all. I pulled her arms away, wanting to watch her spew her last breath away as I began riding her, grinding our crotches together.

She shook her head, still wriggling in my grasp. But she was starting to tire. I was running out of breath, wondering how much longer I would have to hold on. Then she decided the issue for me by expelling the last of her breath from her bulging cheeks.

She gurgled before she began swallowing water. Her chest hitched as she grunted with each gulp. I humped her crotch hard as I held on for dear life, enjoying an incredible ride.

At that moment her body went into convulsions as she shuddered hard. She was cumming, and it set me off as well. I cried out in orgasm, watching the horror in her eyes as she hitched and jerked.

The next thing I knew, we were at the bottom of the pool. She was only spasming weakly, coughing up the occasional bubble. My lungs screamed at me, and I reluctantly let her go and headed for the surface.

I came up gasping loudly for breath. Fuck; that had been a good one! Then I took a deep breath and dove back down.

I grabbed her and humped her silly, enjoying forcing the occasional bubble out of her mouth. She had such an incredible look of shock in her eyes. I had a second orgasm before I headed back for the surface.

I popped up gasping loudly for breath. Then I dove back down for one last session with her. This time I grabbed her head and humped her face with my crotch. Amazingly I had one more orgasm while my lungs were heaving before I headed for the surface.

I dried off, changed clothes and then quickly left the gym. That night I slept like a log. Lilith had given me three incredible orgasms as a very nice going-away present.

The next day the college learned of the passing of poor Lilith. They don’t know if she got a cramp and drowned or what just happened. I mourned her passing as well, only because she could never do for me again what she’d done that sexy night in the pool.

For weeks I thought of Lilith drowning between my legs and how hot it was. My only regret was not being able to fuck her while she drowned. It occurred to me that maybe I could rectify that little issue with my next girl.

I’d been seeing Blythe a couple times a month. Her folks had a fancy house up in the hills. Sometimes when they were away I’d get an invitation to go up to her place for the weekend.

Blythe had nice tits and flowing blonde hair. She was a confirmed lesbian, enjoying the softness of a female body and the fun of a sexual encounter. She was also a little clueless at times.

About a month after Lilith, she invited me up for the weekend. Immediately I began thinking of how I could fuck her while I was drowning her. Amazingly the opportunity presented itself in a manner I least expected.

Her parents had a nice Jacuzzi tub we often soaked in when I was up there. Sometimes we made out with each other, kissing and touching and groping warm, feminine flesh. And sometimes we did other things in the water.

On this day she was feeling particularly horny and uninhibited. She went down on me while holding her breath. I almost drowned her right then and there, but for some reason I held off.

When it was my turn, I went down on her below the surface. I guess I was feeling competitive as I wanted to show her I could hold my breath the longest. I also wanted to see if I could make her cum.

I got her to wriggling and squirming until she went off in orgasm. It was so sexy to see her respond like that. Then she went and did something that she probably shouldn’t have.

She got this double-ended dildo for the two of us to share. We both went under and fucked each other with it while holding our breath. That’s when I thought of Lilith.

We popped up at the surface gasping like crazy. “I really came hard that time!” she admitted. “Holding your breath underwater makes the orgasms so much better. Don’t you think so, Terrie?”

“I sure do,” I replied with a grin, my heart hammering excitedly in my chest. “Let’s see how hard I cum while you’re holding your breath.” Then I forced her back down into the water onto her back.

She bubbled as she looked up at me in surprise. I began clenching around the end in my pussy, using it to fuck her with the other end. She grunted and bubbled as though she was really enjoying it.

I kept my head up out of the water, looking down and watching as I fucked her with that double-ended dildo. I got so turned on anticipating what she was going to look like when those sexy drowning bubbles started to come up. Her nipples were really hard, and she looked so fucking hot.

She began to struggle, wanting up for air. “You can hold it!” I encouraged her. “Hold your breath and cum for me!”

She grunted up more bubbles until I saw her stomach start to ripple. I could tell she was getting close once her cheeks began to bulge. Spurts of bubbles slipped out past her pursed lips as I held her down by her shoulders.

I fucked her hard as she really started to struggle. “Push it a little longer!” I gasped enthusiastically. “You can do it!” She grunted up more bubbles until she covered her mouth with her hands.

“Perfect!” I gasped as I grabbed her arms and pulled them away from her mouth. “That’s perfect! Now I want you to cum as you drown for me! No hands over your mouth, honey; I want you to give me all your air!”

Her eyes opened really wide in alarm. Then she started shaking her head back and forth. I would have loved to see her flowing hair, but she had it tucked up under her swimcap. I decided I was still going to enjoy her drowning.

She cried out in agony as more bubbles burst out of her mouth. Her cheeks flattened as a big burst of air escaped her lips. Then she grunted as she started swallowing water.

I fucked her really hard using that double-ended dildo. She expelled her breath as she violently thrashed about. That’s what set me off, and I climaxed so intensely that I almost passed out from the pleasure.

She began to settle down until only stray muscles twitched and spasmed. It turned me on so much that I fucked her all over again. Having the double-ended toy in both our cunts was an added pleasure. And seeing her agonal spasms set me off again in orgasm.

I fucked her corpse in the water for another fifteen or twenty minutes before I had one final orgasm that satisfied me. Then I climbed out and dried off. She looked so sexy lying at the bottom of the Jacuzzi with her eyes frozen open in shock.

I went inside to her room and found one of her toys. I pushed it into her cunt before tracking down a weight belt and wrapping it around her waist. With any luck it would look like she had taken a chance playing in the Jacuzzi and had ended up drowning herself.

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God’s punishment 2.8 (28)

Posted on November 18, 2024 by riwa

Sister Mary Francis was a troubled soul. Her conscience bothered her immensely. And it was from an action of her own doing.

She’d just finished up with Father Lucious. But her time with him had nothing to do with the work of the convent. Instead, their meeting had been nothing more than a carnal satisfying of the lusts of the flesh.

She headed away from the monastery, her soul in torment. She knew their coupling was against God’s laws. Yet she couldn’t help herself.

She wasn’t sure how it had gotten started. But did it really matter? She’d willingly succumbed to the temptations of the flesh.

Father Lucious had not put a stop to their liaisons. Instead, he encouraged it, although they attempted to maintain some sort of discretion. He explained that the God he served was a God of forgiveness. He also explained that God had created sex as a beautiful sacrament.

Mary was not calmed as she considered his words yet again. They had stolen the better part of the afternoon together in his study. A brief interruption by Sister Margaret had not dampened his ardor.

She’d waited in hiding, struggling with whether or not she should reveal herself to Sister Margaret. Instead, her courage had failed her. When Father Lucious had returned, she’d become swept up in the moment, offering herself to him once more until they’d completed the act yet again.

What pained her was the fact that today had not been the first time. Nay, it had been the sixth… or was it seven now? They could not seem to stop themselves.

Once she’d expressed her reservations as they’d cuddled together naked. He’d simply smiled while embracing her fondly. Their warm, naked bodies had become alive with desire, and they’d promptly engaged in another act of fornication.

Mary Francis took the narrow path away from the safety of the convent. She wanted to get away from it all. Was she trying to escape her conscience? Or was she running from God’s punishment that surely was headed her way? Was it even possible to get that far away from His wrath?

It was a familiar path that led into the woods. She did not know if any of the other sisters were even aware of its existence. Did they know of the lake that lay nearly three miles away?

She’d first stumbled across it a week after her arrival at the convent. The pressures of her new surroundings had driven her into the forest to pray. A long walk had resulted in her finding the lake.

It was a small, peaceful body of water. It teemed with gulls and ducks. A small outcropping on a rocky ledge gave her a breathless view of the entire body of water.

The first time she’s tumbled upon it had given her a great peace. It was as though God had led her there to pray and meditate. Afterwards, she’d returned to the convent with renewed determination.

She’d gone for long hikes to the lake on two other occasions. Both times had been to pray and seek guidance. Each time the beauty of the lake had filled her with peace. She did not even know its name.

She felt tears well up in her eyes as she made her way through the woods. The image of their recent tryst was fresh in her mind. She had ridden Father Lucious until she’d exploded with pleasure, an act that had immediately filled her with regret.

In the heat of the moment she had thoroughly enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. But as a nun, chastity was to be the hallmark of her character. She was supposed to be dedicated to God, not serve as Father Lucious’ whore.

She let out a sob as she picked up the pace. She ran for the lake just as fast as her feet would carry her. She needed that peaceful promontory one more time. Question is: would it give her that sense of calmness as it had so many times before?

She winced as she felt Father Lucious’ seed inside her. She’d deliberately worn a pair of pantyhose underneath her robe. But a significant part was missing, the material that covered the hole she was supposed to dedicate to The Most High.

She rushed forward toward the lake in her bare feet. She was not concerned about the cuts and bruises she received. She accepted it as her penance for breaking God’s law.

She did not know how far she went, nor how long it took her. The location seemed farther away than usual. Perhaps it was because of her disturbed spirit.

The forest began to thin out. A particular set of rocks beckoned to her. The gap was up ahead, the gap that would open to the view of the lake beyond.

Sister Mary suddenly paused, her heart beating in her chest. What would she do once she got there? Her guilt was such that she found herself considering the forbidden.

She winced as she shook her head. That was the devil whispering in her ear, urging her to do the unthinkable. This time she would not succumb.

She slowly walked up to the gap in the rocks. Mary Francis began to feel a sense of peace envelop her. It was the remedy she needed, at least for the moment.

She slowed her pace until she walked with calm and purpose. She would dedicate herself to prayer as she thought the matter through. God would help her, just as He always had.

She passed through the rocky gap. A view of the lake opened before her. It was as beautiful as ever.

She stepped up to the edge and looked out over the water. Sister Mary Francis tried to calm the beating of her heart. She stood there with her eyes closed, waiting for the still, small voice of the Lord.

The first thought she had was that she had to break it off with Father Lucious. She did not wish to, and she suspected he would feel the same. But their trysts were simply unacceptable.

The turmoil in her mind began to subside. She cleared her thoughts as she looked out over the water. A brief thought of throwing herself in flickered in the back of her mind. But she quickly dismissed it. She was much stronger than that; it simply was not an option.

She looked out upon the calm surface of the lake. There was nary a breeze; not a ripple in sight. The water looked like glass… or a mirror.

She allowed herself a flicker of a smile. Already she was feeling much better. This was not the end for her, merely the beginning of a new chapter. It would have challenges, of course. But she would meet them with a submissive and repentant spirit.

As she looked out across the water, her smile faded. Something did not seem right. Mary Francis felt a shadow pass over her despite the fact there was not a cloud in the sky.

What was this? God’s judgement? She did not understand. The lake seemed as beautiful as ever. But something did not feel right.

She looked intently across the surface, trying to put a finger on what it was that felt so out of place to her. At first she could not figure it out. Then it finally came to her.

There was not a bird of any sort upon or above the surface of the lake…

Now that was odd. Usually she would see families of ducks and gulls. Occasionally she’d seen the occasional flash of a fish jumping. Today there was nothing. The air was still, as though it was holding its breath.

Mary Francis frowned as she tried to puzzle it over in her mind. What was the meaning of this? Was God this angry with her? Certainly He was just, but she’d never known Him to be vengeful.

The water remained still; not a single ripple. What’s more, there was not the sound of a single, solitary bird. This time the promontory did not give her the peace she sought.

Sister Francis became aware of movement down below in the water. She looked down to see what it was, peering intently. But she was too close to the shore, the shadows of the angle of the sun preventing her from obtaining a good view.

She stared intently into the depths. It looked like a shadow was rising up to greet her. What could it be?

A thousand thoughts flooded her mind. Was it an Angel of the Lord come to discipline her? Was it a minion of the evil one come to torment her even more? There was no way of knowing.

Something was definitely rising up from the depths. She had no idea how deep it was. She had never once attempted a swim, although she’d been sorely tempted on more than one occasion. But she probably would have needed to remove her garments in order to get wet. And she was already feeling quite guilty of removing them for carnal purposes.

It rose up faster from the depths. A moment later something broke the surface of the water. It was long and round, a grey, sinuous arm appearing to be free of any kind of bone.

Sister Mary stood frozen in place, a look of astonishment in her features. The arm moved in her direction. She was too shocked to move out of the way.

It wrapped around her with a multitude of little suckers holding onto her. Then it abruptly pulled her into the water. Sister Mary Francis let out a cry that was quickly swallowed up.

She found herself submerged in the coolness of the lake. Sister Mary Francis was astonished to see more such arms appear. They were long, thick tendrils attached to a solid mass.

She struggled to break free. But she was held firm. The long, thick arm was taking her down into the depths.

The sister got a look at the rest of the creature. It looked massive. Was this what had scared off all the birds of the air? How many had succumbed to a similar sneak attack?

Strangely, she did not panic, even as her lungs began to burn. Sister Mary Francis did not know what type of creature she was dealing with. All she knew was that it had her and was not about to let go.

Her chest heaved as her lungs burned with a fiery intensity. She would not be able to hold her breath much longer. Was this God’s punishment for her sins of the flesh?

With her last lucid moments of consciousness Mary begged God’s forgiveness. If this was His purpose for her, she would accept it graciously. She would do her penance at the bottom of the lake, perhaps as a meal for the creature.

Sister Mary Francis’ lungs abruptly gave out. That’s when she began the process of giving her life, an act she struggled to make as consensual as possible. The pain of drowning was far more agonizing than she could have possibly anticipated. But she gave into it willingly.

At least God was merciful. She was not conscious when the beast pulled her close and began to feast on its unexpected meal…

When Sister Mary Francis did not return, the other sisters of the convent went looking for her. But there was no sign of her. Two sisters followed the path into the woods, aware she had occasionally walked into it during times of stress. But they did not get anywhere close to the lake. Even if they had, there would have been nothing to discover.

A massive wave of guilt overcame Father Lucious. He did not know what had happened to Sister Mary. But it was easy to imagine the worst.

When she did not return in a week’s time he confessed his sins, resigned his position and left the convent, wracked with guilt as well as the stress of not knowing what had happened to his former paramour.

2020 (written Oct 7 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by Itoshiki’s creation)

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Terrie and the strap-on 3.6 (22)

Posted on November 11, 2024 by riwa

“Take a look at this, bitch. This end goes inside me, see? That means you’re going to be fucking me while I’m fucking you! Let’s see if a white slut like you can take it as good as you can dish it out.”

“Bitch, I’m gonna show you what I’m made of!” Terrie replied excitedly.

The MILF shoved the sexy ebony bitch flat on her back onto the bed. Then she climbed on and straddled her. Terrie impaled her cunt on the bitch’s sexy strap-on, and then started to ride it.

“You’re a fucking whore,” the ebony woman panted.

“Yeah, but you’re going to be one dead, sexy cunt once I’m through fucking you to death!”

Terrie wrapped her hands around the ebony woman’s throat and started to squeeze. The woman coughed in surprise. Instinctively her hands lashed out, searching for Terrie’s throat.

“Bitch!” she rasped. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Not if I kill you first!” Terrie shot back gleefully. “I’m gonna fuck orgasms out of you long after you’re dead!”

The ebony woman’s hands wrapped around her throat and tried to squeeze. Terrie simply rode the strap-on harder. Being asphyxiated with a toy up her hole was something she found erotic as hell. It was a game she enjoyed playing every now and then when she was out slumming.

“A fight to the death?” Terrie rasped. “I fucking love it!”

“Fucking bitch!” the choked ebony rasped back.

Terrie rode the toy even harder. It was almost as though she was trying to use her snatch to drive it deep inside her target’s chocolate twat. Seeing the woman’s eyes roll as she orgasmed and died underneath her was going to be one hell of a thrill.

Ebony fingers squeezed harder around her throat. Terrie started seeing stars. Beneath her the sexy, ebony bitch looked like she was tiring as well. Who would win out?

The thrill over the battle for life and death was more than the MILF could take. All of the sudden she found herself cumming hard as her cunt flooded around the toy inside her.

Her eyes rolled as chocolate hands tried to choke the life out of her. Cumming had made her weak and breathless. Now her hands loosened in an attempt to obtain a better grip.

It proved to be a bad idea. It gave Terrie’s opponent the moment she needed to re-apply her rage. She was determined to focus all her energies against this crazy bitch trying to choke her to death.

Terrie tried to grin as she rasped, “Cum for me and die, you fucking whore!”

“I’ll kill you… fucking cunt… fucking kill you!”

Terrie suddenly found herself starting to fade. Wait; this wasn’t supposed to happen! Fingers tightened ominously around her throat until she felt an erotic surge of panic.

Terrie loosened her grip, attempting to gain a better position. It was all the ebony women underneath her needed. Fingers squeezed even tighter around her throat, threatening her very life.

Terrie became dizzy. At the same time she was fully aware of a terrible throb of pleasure between her legs. She tried to fight off the woman underneath her who was now starting to get the upper hand. Then she succumbed to that second orgasm.

Hands reflexively eased their grip. Terrie struggled to re-apply them. But it was too late. She ended up orgasming herself all the way to unconsciousness.

The ebony woman finally pushed her off, panting tiredly. Terrie’s eyes were momentarily glazed over as she went into minor convulsions. Then her eyes started to regain their focus.

The ebony beauty wasn’t about to give her a second chance at the apple. “Fuck ME to death, will you?? You fucking BITCH! I’ll fuck YOU to death!”

She jumped on top of Terrie, her hands clawing for another grip. She found the woman’s throat and started to squeeze. At the same time she managed to work the toy back into Terrie’s soaked cunt.

“You’ll never…” the dazed MILF started to stammer, caught before she could finish catching her breath.

“Oh won’t I? Fucking bitch!”

The ebony woman slammed the toy hard up Terrie’s cunt as her fingers wrapped tightly around the bitch’s neck. Terrie rasped for breath as she started to become disoriented. Being unable to breathe made her tongue start to protrude out of her mouth.

“Kill ME, you fucking bitch?? Now I’m gonna kill YOU!” Then her ebony adversary squeezed just as hard as she could while angrily slamming the toy in and out with all the energy she could muster.

Terrie’s eyes started to bug out. She couldn’t get any air down her windpipe. She tried to open her mouth, but she couldn’t get any air down her throat.

The ebony woman was furious. “Bitch! Fucking whore! I’ll fucking kill you!”

She slammed Terrie’s cunt with the toy again and again. Rage made her fingers tighten even more. A flash of panic briefly filled Terrie’s features. Then she was cumming again as she started to spiral away into oblivion.

Her lungs heaved, unable to obtain the air her lungs needed. Her body bucked and shuddered outside of her control as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Then she reached the point where she could no longer resist.

The enraged ebony beauty kept pounding the shuddering body underneath her. She refused to let go of the MILF’s neck. Bruises soon began to appear where her fingers pressed down hard.

She just kept thrusting and pounding with her strap-on. Terrie seemed to shudder in response. Her adversary thought she was still alive and kept right on fucking and choking her, determined not to be lulled into a false sense of security.

She fucked and pounded the MILF’s spasming cunt as her fingers remained tightly wrapped around her throat. The angry woman spewed obscenities each time she took a breath. But she finally ran out of energy and collapsed on top of her.

The ebony woman panted like crazy as her heart pounded in her chest. But there was no movement beneath her. The MILF remained motionless. Maybe she had finally done her in.

There was an agonal spasm in Terrie’s chest… another in her right arm. The ebony woman panicked, thinking the crazed MILF might be coming back around. “BITCH!” she cried out as she pushed the toy back in before thrusting hard and deep.

She furiously pounded her with her toy as hands were reapplied around Terrie’s throat. The ebony woman thrust hard and deep. The body beneath her seemed to tremble ever-so-slightly.

Was the bitch cumming?? Was she still alive??

The enraged woman stopped thrusting before climbing off. She checked to see if Terrie was breathing before rolling her over face down. Then she misinterpreted another agonal spasm, crying out, “Oh, hell no!”

The ebony woman climbed aboard and started ramming her strap-on deep up Terrie’s ass. Then she pushed down hard on her head. She tried mashing Terrie’s face into the pillow to suffocate her as she mercilessly pounded her anal sphincter.

There was very little movement on Terrie’s part. Her body shuddered briefly from the onslaught. The ebony woman just kept thrusting hard up her butt as though the harder she fucked her, the more likely Terrie would not recover from it.

She fucked with relentless enthusiasm, pounding that ass for several minutes until exhaustion set in again. She pulled the toy out and rolled Terrie over. The MILF stared upward with lifeless eyes.

The ebony woman checked for a pulse. There didn’t seem to be one. But she thought she saw something in the bitch’s face that infuriated her.

“Got something to say to me now? Well fuck you!” Then she grabbed Terrie’s head and thrust her strap-on hard between the dead woman’s teeth.

She fucked Terrie’s skull just as hard as she could until she became exhausted again. Then she pulled out. Her anger finally bled away when she saw Terrie wasn’t about to return from where she’d sent her.

“You like my toy so much, bitch? Fine! You can fucking have it then!”

The exhausted ebony beauty removed the strap-on from around her waist. She drove the end previously in her pussy into the gaping woman’s mouth. Then she sat on Terrie’s head, impaling her cunt on the strap-on sticking upward.

She began riding her fervently while reaching down to smack the dead woman’s soaked crotch. It was time for her to have some pleasure for herself. But once more she couldn’t tell if there had just been another shudder or if it had simply been an agonal spasm.

She finally went off in orgasm, spraying her fluids until she’d soaked Terrie’s face. She tiredly climbed off, examining the dead woman. Terrie lay on her back with the strap-on emerging out of her mouth. It looked as though she was ready for the next cunt to climb on and go for a ride.

She checked for a pulse again. There was no sign of life. But seeing the strap-on coming out of the dead woman’s mouth made her giggle with sadistic glee.

“I hope the maid rides your face, you fucking bitch! I’m out of here!” And with that she got dressed and left, thankful she’d somehow turned the tables on the crazed MILF and was still alive.

2019; 2020 (written for Terrie Jun 12 ’19; ed. Dec 3 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by the photo found in her website folder.)

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