Cement mermaid 3.5 (4)

(repost)

Janet didn’t know what the hell had happened!

She remembered lounging around the backyard pool in her yellow bikini when some strange men she didn’t know had shown up at Skip’s place, men she hadn’t seen before. She’d gotten curious and had snuck after them, watching them go into Skip’s big conference room. It seemed odd to her that Skip hadn’t filled her in on what was going on.

She was at the door trying to eavesdrop when someone had come up behind her, wrapping a cloth around her mouth while getting a good grip on her. She thought she’d heard Skips voice in her ear… “I’m really sorry, Janet. I truly wish you hadn’t snooped around trying to listen in on the conversation of my associates.” Then she’d gotten a good whiff of the fumes from the cloth and had passed out.

Now she was alone with Skip on his speedboat being taken out to sea. Her hands were bound behind her back and there was duct tape covering her mouth! But what scared her was the fact that her feet were now encased in cement inside a small metal washbasin!! When had THAT happened???!!!

She tried to cry out… tried to get his attention. But he was tending to the direction he was taking them. The situation was not good and she was scared out of her wits!

He finally slowed the boat down before shutting off the engine. It drifted to a stop where it gently bobbed in the ocean waves. Skip came back to her with a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry to have to do this to you, baby,” he said apologetically, “but you weren’t supposed to listen in on that discussion with my associates.”

Janet tried to tell him she hadn’t heard anything. But it came out as nothing more than a muffled grunt. Skip pulled the tape off her mouth and she cried out… “OW!”

“Sorry, Janet.”

“Skip, don’t DO this!” she gasped anxiously. “I didn’t hear NOTHING!”

“Didn’t hear ‘anything’ you mean,” he corrected her as he pulled on the strings to her bikini top. It came right off, revealing nipples that were hard from shock and fright. He paused a moment to admire her.

“Damnit, Skip; you can’t DO this to me… not after all we’ve been through together!!”

“Sorry, Janet. But I just can’t risk it… not after what you’ve heard. Now just let me finish getting you naked. I know how much you like swimming naked.” Then he proceeded to pull the strings to her bikini bottoms. She cried out in alarm when they came free.

“Skip, you can’t be SERIOUS??!!”

“I’m serious as a heart attack, baby,” he said to her. Then somehow he lifted her up onto the side of the boat before swinging the cement basin over the side with her feet firmly encased within. She gasped as she nearly fell over into the water!

“Skip, NO!”

“At least you’ll be naked, Janet. You like being naked in the water, remember? Here… let me untie your wrists. That way you’ll be able to finger yourself before you drown. I know how much you enjoy getting off on perilous situations.”

“GAWD, SKIP; NO!”

“Bye-bye, Janet. It’s been fun.” Then her arms came free from behind her back!

“SKIP!!!!!!!”

She tried reaching around in a desperate attempt to grab him. He just pushed hard into her back. She went off the side of the boat with a cry, a cry that was instantly swallowed up by the sea.

He leaned over the side and watched her head straight for the bottom in a trail of bubbles. “There goes my ‘cement mermaid’,” he said with a sigh. “Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.” Then he started up the motor and sped off.

Down she went, wriggling and screaming and bubbling and thrashing about like mad. A moment later she hit the sea bottom with a thud amidst some colorful flora and fauna. She cried out with a gurgle as air spewed out of her nose!

Cement mermaidInstinctively she reached down in a frantic attempt to pull her feet out of the bucket. But they were cemented in solid! She wasn’t getting out without a jackhammer!!

Her lungs began to burn and she frantically looked up at the surface. But Skip and the boat were long gone! She was all alone… and she was going to drown!!

As panic quickly set in she found herself wondering how long she could hold her breath. But what did it matter?? A minute fifty or two ten would make very little difference. She was going to drown either way!!

She felt those breathless heaves start in her tummy, working themselves up until she could feel them in her chest. Her breasts began to bounce and her nipples got even harder. She could feel an orgasm swelling inside her, one that would steal away what little breath she had left!!

Again… what would it matter??!! She was still going to drown!! Her lungs heaved painfully as it ominously swelled inside her!

She looked up at the surface in shock and disbelief!! How could Skip have done this to her??!! That’s when it occurred to her that cumming and drowning certainly topped a bullet to the head… but not by much!!

She suddenly felt it rush her… an orgasm of what felt like mammoth proportions. She tried frantically jerking her legs out of the cement but it was a no-go. Then her lungs heaved painfully, nearly doubling her over in a convulsive fit. She plunged her fingers into her wet snatch without even thinking… and then screamed her breath away as it hit like a tsunami.

Janet stiffened and then shuddered as her lungs opened up. Water flowed down her windpipe and she coughed and gurgled. The orgasm intensified into a fireball, battering her senseless with a hot wave of incredible pleasure.

She kept spasming and convulsing as wave after wave of sexual bliss rolled over her. Then she relaxed as the fight slowly ebbed out of her body. Her arms drifted upward without her consent as though she was signaling for a touchdown!

Janet swayed softly in the ocean current, her eyes glazed over in shock and pleasure. Her nipples protruded out of her chest, her mouth open from her last attempt to scream. It had been the hardest orgasm of her existence!!

She wasn’t sure how long she swayed naked like that. The next thing she knew there was a diver in the water with her, checking her out in stunned surprise!! He was dressed in a black wetsuit and he seemed to be looking her up and down.

Cement mermaid IIShe tried to speak but her mouth wouldn’t function. She tried to tell him telepathically that her beloved Skip had done this to her. He just kept swimming around her, appearing to wonder how she’d gotten there as he admired her nude body.

All of the sudden a shark swam by! It was dangerously close and she tried to scream. Then another swam by! She saw the diver try to push one out of the way. But all she could think of was she was about to become a meal!!!

Cement mermaid IIIAAAUUUGGGHHH……….

Janet awoke with a start, panting heavily for breath. She was sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching what looked like the next Sinatra movie, this one with Dean Martin in it. Unfortunately she had messed herself again; her pants were soaking wet.

She blushed in humiliation and then got up from the couch. She rushed off to the bathroom to clean herself up. That’s when Skip came into the living room looking for her.

Something smelled familiar and he gave the couch a good sniff. Then his eyes rolled… “Gawd; not again??!!”

“Janet?” he called out. “Hey, Janet; where’d you go??”

“I’m in the bathroom, Skip!!” she called out. “You wouldn’t belief it! It’s Sinatra week on the movie channel and I was watching Lady in Cement and I fell asleep and… well… you simply won’t believe the dream I had!!!”

“Oh, I can believe it all right,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he smiled wryly…

© 2013 (written for Skip Mar 9 ’13 by riwa)

(Poser render provided by Skip. It and the vidcaps are for illustration purposes only.)

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Miss Scott’s Asphyxia Table 4.3 (8)

(edited and reposted)

miss scott's asphyxia table

Emma’s heart was in her chest as Miss Scott led her to the door marked Authorized Personnel Only and opened it. “Follow me, please,” she stated firmly and Emma followed her inside. Her heart was in her throat, wondering what kind of trouble she was in.

She was in her red catsuit, the outfit she usually wore at the large fitness center. Normally she felt confident and sexy in it. But this time she felt timid and vulnerable. Miss Scott was the stern owner of the fitness center and she felt extremely intimidated by the woman, wondering what was about to befall her.

Miss Victoria Scott was six foot tall, a big breasted blonde whose physique seemed appropriate for the fitness center that she ran with an iron hand. During her time at the center Emma had been both leery of, and yet strangely attracted to, the cold, calculating woman. But this time was different. Miss Scott had actually caught her snooping around in the halls behind the Authorized Personnel Only door and was leading her toward… what?

Punishment? …Unemployment?

“If you want to cut me a check for my time here then I’ll just be on my way,” Emma stammered anxiously. “I know I wasn’t supposed to be snooping back here but I…”

“Silence, you nosy bitch!” her boss stated angrily. “Just come with me, my dear. We’ll deal with your curious nature MY way!”

Uh-oh. THAT did not sound promising at all! Emma gulped as she meekly followed the woman, wondering what Miss Scott was going to do to her.

She was lead into a simple white room with a carpeted floor. In the middle of the room was a small, dark cabinet. A narrow white board lay on top of it, a piece of metal crossing the tail end of the board. There were other cabinets in the corner, but this one held her attention the most. It stood out in the middle of the room rather ominously.

“Climb onto the table!” her boss ordered, pointing right at it. Emma’s eyes opened in surprise.

“You want me to climb on top of THAT?? But it’s so small!”

“NOW!” Miss Scott barked. Emma jerked with a start as she hastily complied.

For a couple of seconds she considered making a break for it by running out of the room, leaving the fitness center altogether and abandoning her severance check, and never coming back. But she was too frightened to make legs of jello spur her to flight. Secretly she was also a little curious… and more than a little aroused at her predicament.

“Lie down!” her boss ordered, and once more Emma did as she was told. She felt strangely helpless, her senses screaming at her that something was terribly wrong. But for some reason she couldn’t make herself move!

She kept trying to tell herself that since she hadn’t been fired on the spot, perhaps Miss Scott was simply going to implement a little bit of discipline, and that it wouldn’t be that bad. But as she stretched herself out onto her back on top of the white plank, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was NOT going to be pleasant.

“Arms down!” Miss Scott ordered, and she weakly lowered her arms on either side of the cabinet. That’s when she felt some sort of metal brackets sticking out on either side of the cabinet. Emma found herself wondering what the hell they were there for. Then her boss was at her side, bending down and…

CLICK! That’s when she felt something metallic clatch onto her wrist, effectively immobilizing her!

Instinctively Emma tried to rise up in alarm, but it was too late. With another CLICK, her other wrist also became attached to the corresponding metal bracket on the other side. Being secured like that instantly made her blood run cold… and her kitty run hot!

“MISS SCOTT??” she stammered as she started to struggle. “WHAT ARE YOU…?”

“LIE STILL!” the woman ordered, and Emma trembled with a fearful arousal. Then she felt the click of more handcuffs moments before she felt her right ankle being secured to the metal cross- brace on the end of the piece of wood she was lying upon. It spread her leg uncomfortably; it was no longer being supported by the length of wood below her.

“I really think I need to go home now,” Emma sputtered nervously, suddenly feeling very unsure of herself.

“You’re not going anywhere, young lady!” her boss stated firmly, “…at least not until I’ve shown you what happens to little girls who go sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong!”

“I said I was sorry!” Emma blustered indignantly. Then she trembled anew as her other leg was cuffed to the end of the board, leaving them both spread obscenely and fully secured.

Emma tried to stifle the moan that wanted to slip out past her lips. She was wet down below; did it show through her catsuit? Could Miss Scott detect how terribly aroused she was?? That would be totally embarrassing!

“Let me go!” she demanded, trying to work her courage up. “You can’t treat me like this!”

“You’re my employee!” Miss Scott replied with a sinister cackle. “I can do any damn thing I want with anyone caught nosing around! Actually I’ve been looking forward to doing this to you for a long time, you nosey little bitch! Now here you’ve gone and given me the excuse I need!”

“But I don’t wanna be here!” Emma cried out as panic started to swell inside her. “Let me go and I promise I won’t tell a soul… HONEST!”

“Shut the fuck up, you little snoop!”

“HEEELP! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEE – GUUMMPPHH!”

This’ll shut you up!” her boss said angrily as she stuffed a black leather gag across the young woman’s mouth. Emma grunted in horror as the damned thing was strapped tightly around her head. When she was finished Miss Scott stepped back and admired her handiwork with a “My, what a pretty picture you make, all tied up and silenced like that!”

Emma started screaming “LEMME GO – LEMME GO!” But it came out in muffled grunts. A moment later she felt Miss Scott run a hand up and down her catsuited body, and she shivered with a horrific arousal. To make matters worse she felt the woman slowly run a hand down between her legs. It made her squirm like mad, moaning helplessly.

“I see there’s a part of you that likes this, my dear,” her boss said with a conspiratorial chuckle. “Not as much as I’M going to like it though, I’ll wager. Now allow me to introduce you to the best part of my asphyxiation table.” That’s when Emma’s eyes flew open in horror…

What did she say? She called this her asphyxiation table??

OHMYGAWD!!!

Emma grunted in horror, her head twisting back and forth as she wriggled like mad. It wasn’t long until her boss returned with a wicked looking contraption and waved it in front of her face. It looked like a large leather strap with a length of metal pipe hanging from the end of it.

“You see this?” her boss said with a wicked grin. “This wraps around your nosy little neck, you little tart? And do you know why? Well, here… allow me to show you!”

Emma felt the width of the strap wrap across her neck, causing her to wriggle even more as her sadistic boss secured it. Then she felt a disturbing tug on it. Emma grunted in alarm at the sense of restricted breath she had just felt.

“Did you feel that, hun?” Miss Scott said with a nasty smile as she looked down at her helpless charge. “That’s where we add the weights. Here… let me go get one and demonstrate.”

Emma’s eyes flew open wide again. She tried to cry out, “NOOOO… LET ME GO – LET ME GO!” But it only came out in muffled grunts as she helplessly twisted and turned her head.

She could just seem her tormentor walk over to the cabinet in the corner for a second time, reaching inside for some object. When Miss Scott returned Emma saw she was hefting a flat, circular weight with a slot cut into it all the way to the middle.

“See this?” her boss grinned triumphantly lifting it up for Emma to see clearly. “This goes down here.” That’s when she bent over and placed the weight onto the length of pipe that hung down from Emma’s neck.

Almost immediately she felt a tension in the strap around her throat. She stiffened in alarm, feeling as though her ability to breathe had been curtailed. Emma grunted and gurgled, trying to shake her head indicating she didn’t like it at all!

“Now I’ve got some business to attend to,” Miss Scott told her calmly. “You just stay right here and enjoy yourself until I get back, ok?” Emma’s eyes flew open in horror again; was the bitch actually going to leave her like this??

Miss Scott giggled as she allowed a hand to sensuously trail up Emma’s quivering body. Then she turned and quietly left the room, closing the door behind her. Emma cried out in horror as sexual heat blossomed down between her legs…

—–

It was an agonizingly long ten minutes before Miss Scott returned. The moment Emma heard the door open and saw who it was, she began pleading through the strap in her mouth. Her words were muffled as she tried to apologize profusely for wandering into rooms she had no business wandering into… and that it would never happen again.

Her boss never said a word. She just walked over to that same cabinet and opened the door, reaching inside. A moment later Miss Scott came over to her with a sly smile, brandishing a second weight for her nosy employee to see.

Emma’s eyes went wide and she started to shake her head again “GAWD; NOOOOOO!” Her boss calmly bent over and carefully added the second weight to the one already hanging from the strap around her neck. Emma grunted in erotic horror as the added weight put a further strain on her ability to get a decent breath. Then she began grunting anew, gurgling as she squirmed in her bindings to no avail.

“Now – now, hun,” Miss Scott purred at her. “This is the punishment I dish out to all the nosy little bitches I come across. So you might as well enjoy it, you little tart. Here… allow me to distract you a little.” That’s when Emma felt a hand rub down between her legs.

Her eyes rolled and she began to moan. Being caressed like that while it was difficult to breathe was really setting her kitty on fire! She’d already cum twice; this way she was liable to cum again!

She tried to resist, but it did her no good. Her boss rubbed until there was a faint, squishing sound. Emma was embarrassed beyond belief!

“Mmmmm!” Miss Scott purred at her. “You seem to be quite wet down here. Are you turned on being all tied up while I’m slowly strangling you?”

Emma winced and moaned as the hand cruelly rubbed her crotch. She glurked and gurgled, fighting against the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Then she heard a beeping sound from somewhere nearby.

“Damn!” her boss muttered. “It’s always something around here.” Then she smiled down at a quivering Emma.

“Sorry, my dear… duty calls. I shall return. Now don’t go anywhere!” Then she rubbed one last time between Emma’s legs before leaving with a cruel laugh. Emma could only hold it back a couple more seconds before another explosion of warmth overwhelmed her, leaving her weak and extremely breathless…

—–

This time Miss Scott was gone even longer – thirty minutes as a matter of fact, although Emma didn’t know the exact length of time. All she knew was that she was in agony – ever-increasingly breathless agony – and that she was about to be overcome once more by yet another devastating orgasm. Then she heard the door open…

“How’s my delicious little pet?” Miss Scott purred at her as she walked in. A moment later the woman leaned over her and gently kissed her gag before seductively whispering, “I think you need another weight… don’t you?”

“Nooo!” Emma cried out, the gag in her mouth muffling her words. “Stop it – you can’t DO this to me!” Miss Scott just chuckled mercilessly as she walked over to the cabinet and pulled yet another weight out.

She came back and slowly slid it into place, holding it up so that it’s weight was not yet added with the others. “Let’s see how you like THIS, baby,” she said with a grin as she eased it down onto the two previous weights. Then she let go.

Emma’s eyes went wide and her back arched as she glurked and gurgled. A moment later the orgasm she’d been fighting for so long to keep at bay finally exploded inside her. It went off in a volcanic eruption, sapping her strength and leaving her weak and breathless.

…and then she coughed, half-choked as the added weight seemed to add more stress to her neck, making it even harder to get air into her lungs.

Ohmygawd!!!

“Are we having fun yet?” her boss asked her with a delicious grin as she ran her hand up and down Emma’s squirming body. In response Emma struggled even harder, the cuffs clinking as her wrists fluttered uselessly. Her legs shuddered, rattling the cuffs attached to her ankles as Miss Scott sadistically ran a hand down between her legs again.

“STOP!” Emma gurgled into the gag in her mouth. “DON’T… YOU CAN’T… PLEASE…”

“Gotta go, my dear,” Miss Scott purred sweetly into the tormented woman’s ear. “But we’ll continue this the moment I get back… that is, if you’re still conscious.” And with that she went out the door again. Emma trembled in erotic horror…

…and then popped off again, making her wonder how many more of them she could endure before she finally passed out…

—–

The torture continued as Miss Scott came back and added a fourth weight… and then a fifth… and then a SIXTH! Each time she watched deliciously as her captive found it harder and harder to breathe… and each time Emma suffered through another massive explosion of warmth down between her legs, leaving her severely weakened and fighting for each breath.

Emma was coughing and gasping, her body trembling like crazy, when the evil Miss Scott slowly added a seventh weight. Emma’s eyes went wide in alarm; she could hardly pull air into her lungs anymore. “I CAN’T…. BREATHE!” she sputtered into the leather covering her mouth, desperately trying to make herself understood. “STOP…. YOU CAN’T…. DO THIS…… TO ME…”

“Gawd, baby; you look good enough to eat!” her boss purred seductively, licking the side of Emma’s face. “It’s definitely time for me to go finger one off… you are making me just too damn excited!”

“NOOOO….. DON’T…. LEAVE ME…… CAN’T…… BREATHE…..”

“Maybe next time you’ll mind your own damn business, you little snoop! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a personal problem that needs my immediate attention.” Then she grinned as she slowly ran a hand up and down Emma’s quivering body.

“Enjoy it while it lasts, hun!” she cackled. And with a wicked rub-rub-rub of Emma’s crotch, she laughed with sadistic cruelty as she left the room while Emma tried to get her attention through the leather gag in her mouth…

“NOOOOO…. STOP…. YOU WON’T GET….. AWAY WITH THIS…… OHGAWD…..”

…and with that it felt like Emma’s throat closed off for good. Her eyes opened wide in alarm as she fought like hell to get her next breath. But it was pitifully small as her lungs screamed in her chest, demanding to be replenished.

Her last thought was one of utter horror – OHMYGAWD; SHE’S GOING TO LET ME STRANGLE TO DEATH RIGHT HERE ON THIS TABLE! It sent a massive jolt of arousal coursing through her severely weakened body. Emma tried one last time to breathe, but she got nothing more than a tantalizing trickle, not nearly enough to refill her starving lungs.

A moment later her lungs heaved in protest, and her back arched as it went off deep inside her, a massive explosion of pleasurable warmth. It seemed to devastate her and her lungs cried out in vain for just a trickle of air… anything that would serve to revive her. But there was nothing other than the sensation of not being able to breathe, her chest heaving as a blanket of blackness began to descend upon her…

NOOOOOOOOO!

Emma tried to scream but she had no voice, no air with which to project any sound. Her lungs heaved painfully as they demanded to be refilled, and her body shuddered like mad. Her hands opened and closed into fists as her toes curled. Then she abruptly collapsed onto the table as her strength totally left her, going completely limp as darkness claimed her…

—–

Fresh air…

Emma suddenly went into a massive coughing fit as her body tried to compensate for the sudden rush of welcome air into her lungs. She coughed, gasped, coughed again… and then settled into breathing in ragged gasps. A moment later her arms came up to her chest, her brain telling her that someone must have had uncuffed her wrists.

“Are you all right, Miss Emma?”

It was Jimmy’s voice… the young male employee she knew who had something of a crush on her.

“Miss Scott did this to you, didn’t she,” he stated timidly. “It’s a good thing I came looking for her when I did. Are you all right?”

“I will be,” Emma sputtered, panting like mad, “just as soon as you uncuff my ankles.”

“Yes, Miss Emma,” Jimmy responded meekly, and he hurried to get her uncuffed from the dreaded table. Then he helped her sit up.

A wave of dizziness swept over her. But when it passed she felt much better, although her body felt like she’d been battered by a multitude of orgasms. “Now let’s get you out of here before Miss Scott comes back,” Jimmy suggested anxiously.

“Gladly,” Emma gasped weakly.

She allowed him to help escort her out the door and down the hall, mostly because she was severely weakened and was actually having trouble standing on her own. She ended up leaning against him most of the way until they finally emerged out through the forbidden door, the one that had gotten her into trouble in the first place because she simply HAD to know what was on the other side of it.

…and then the two of them rounded a corner and came to a dead stop when they encountered Miss Scott standing there looking at them both, her arms folded as she glared at them. Jimmy inhaled sharply; Emma felt the color drain from her face…

Oh, we’re in trouble now!

“I trust you learned your lesson, young lady?” her boss asked her sternly. “Did I make my point crystal clear?”

“Y-yes m-ma’am,” Emma sputtered. “Yes, you certainly did.” She was surprised if not thankful that her ordeal officially appeared to be over.

“Very good.” Then her boss turned and faced her companion.

“Now Jimmy? Why don’t you take Emma home, ok? She doesn’t look too well.”

“Yes, ma’am.” And with that Jimmy nervously escorted a very tired and sore Emma past the watchful eyes of the owner of the fitness center.

As they carefully passed by the stone-faced woman on their way to the parking lot, Emma caught one last look of her boss eyeing her hungrily the whole time. It made her shiver erotically, and her breath caught in her throat. She actually had to remind herself that the weights were gone and that she could breathe normally now.

Emma virtually held her breath until they were safely out the door and on their way to Jimmy’s car. That’s when she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she hadn’t been fired.

…and amazingly she was still alive and breathing…

© 2008; 2015 (written for Emma Nov 4 ’08 by riwa)

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

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The Crossing 3 (3)

The Crossing

This is just a story, inspired by a conversation between my friend and I.  It is not historically based.

We knew the risk.

It was a brook of no more than thirty lengths. But the opposite bank was covered with reeds reaching human height, an ideal place for setting up an ambush.

But we had no choice.

The uprising had failed; the main army routed.  Our original force of five hundred female warriors was now reduced to less than two hundred. And the imperial army was in hot pursuit.

If we could cross this brook – Long Xi – then we could break into small groups among the reeds and head for the mountains beyond.  Then it would not be such an easy task for the imperial forces to bag us. But could we really ford the crossing that easily?

Of course, we could go upstream instead.  There would be a safer crossing fifty li from here.  But…

I swept a glance across the faces of my sisters-in-arms. Many of them were wounded. If we could not retire them to safer ground for treatment, they might not survive even if we could successfully evade our pursuers.

“Han Li, what should we do?” Li Lin asked me. We were both leaders of this rebel group and nobody pulled rank. Yet all pressure was now upon my shoulders.

If I chose wrongly, we could be wiped out here. But if I could not make up my mind or choose to go for the other crossing, I could end up leading them towards the gates of Hell.

I looked at Li Lin, and yet again at the hundred odd pairs of eyes seeking an assurance from me.  I saw fear, doubts and an eagerness to survive. I knew there would be parents and children waiting for their safe return.

I looked at the brook; the water ran serenely. All seemed so peaceful. Of course experience told me that whatever looked too safe probably held the greatest of dangers.

“Han Li?”

But the columns of dust kicked up by the imperial troops were nearing. There was no time to send a forward party to see if there was indeed a trap waiting for us. It was either now or never, and I gave her my decision.

“We no longer have any choice.  We have to make the leap, whatever the consequence.  Line them up for the crossing!”

The hundred odd women on horseback formed into two ranks. I drew out my sabre and made a forward sweep, leading them into the shallow water. We were nearly half across, everything seemed so quiet. But I knew the danger was not yet past us.

The Art of War by Sun Zi taught us: the best way to meet an enemy was when they were half-way across a river. We were nearly half-way across…

And the enemy had also read the Art of War…

My brother taught me that some time ago. Was he still alive? At the battle of the South Plain, our forces were decimated. And my brother lost contact with me in the confusion that followed. Perhaps there would be a miracle that…

Half-way across…

Suddenly a pack of water-birds took flight. “Ambush!” I shouted the warning. Then arrows began to fly like lotuses.

“Argh…!”

“Yak!” The cries of agony rose and fell.

My comrades dropped from their saddles, hitting the water and sending up splashes.  Frightened horses lost their sense of direction and ran amuck, dragging those who were unfortunate enough with their feet still entangled with their stirrups into the tall reeds.  Cries of horror rose, and then were silenced.

To pull back was no longer an option. The only way was to charge forward, hoping to hack a way through to security. I used my sabre to beat off rains of arrows. Li Lin used her seven-foot lance to protect herself from the missiles.

We finally made it to the shore. But Imperial troops holding long spears and halberds rushed toward us.  I used my sabre to parry off a halberd.

I twisted my body so that two thrusting spears narrowly missed my breasts. Then I turned around and made a sweep with my weapon, sending the head of an officer flying eight feet off ground. His headless body collapsed in a curtain of crimson. But there were plenty of others who took his place.

Li Lin and I fought fiercely, the battle-dress on us dyed red.  At the same time, many of our sisters died at the hands of our foes…

Chen Jiao was cut into halves. Lin Yue fell with a groan when a spear was buried into her chest; her beautiful head was immediately cut off. Cheng Yuet-e rode straight into the reeds, only to let out a cry of despair which was immediately followed by the flight of her head back toward us.

Many of the mounts of our sisters were shot out from underneath them or were simply pulled down by our foes with hooked halberds. Some of them were able to jump off their saddles, continuing to fight on foot until they were cut down.  Some did not even have that chance.  Pinned helplessly under whining horses, many were simply slaughtered.

“Li Lin!” I shouted. “Take them to safety!  I will serve as your rear-guard!”

Of course I knew what “rear-guard” meant: certain death.  But it was I who had made the decision to ford the crossing and had led them to this predicament.  I could not just fend for myself and leave them to fate’s mercy.

“No!” she cried out in my direction. “We go together!” It was a reply I could not accept.

I cut another two enemies down. But this time I got a slash at my back which, though not fatal, hurt so much.
“Take—them—away!” I cried out in a hoarse voice. Li Lin finally followed my words and led a dozen or more riders into the thick reeds.

I turned my hose around and rode to the bank. I was able to cut down three more along the way, rescuing four encircled sisters from imminent death. “Go!” I pointed with my sabre towards the bloodied path opened up by Li-Lin. “Follow that direction!” They went, but only three.  The fourth was killed by a stray arrow that sank into her left breast.

“Han Li, run!” I heard Li Lin calling to me from the depths of the reeds. I wanted to flee but it was no longer possible. There were now three shafts buried deep into my horse.

She had been my loyal companion for years.  Now she would run no longer.  She gave a whinnying sound as her two front legs buckled, and I was thrown off my saddle.

Being still agile, I made a roll and cut off the feet of three imperial soldiers eager to get my head. My horse still lived, but she could no longer stand up.  There were tears in her eyes as though apologizing for not being able to carry me off to safety.

I picked up another sabre from the ground, and with both blades I hacked my way through. Anyone crossing my path ended up a corpse. But I knew this could not last. Sooner of later my strength would be spent as they had men to spare.

I went near my horse. I had made up my mind that even if I were to be killed, I would not abandon her. But there were more and more soldiers rushing up, throwing a ring around us.

My two sabres brushed away menacing spears and halberds repeatedly. Still, the better part of my armor was tilted off me, and the red dudou underneath was now visible. How many mouths were now watering for the body shielded by that piece of undergarment?

I knew I should destroy my face so as to remove their carnal lust. But I could not. I was not afraid to die, but I still did not want to die with a disfigured face, or a face with a cut off nose. Let them have their way! In any case, I would be a beautiful corpse by the time they had their lust satiated.

My arms were getting more and more tired. And they closed in gradually as my strength was spent.  Should I kill myself?  Or should I try to bring down more with me, even just one more…?

As I was deliberating, the sabre held by my left hand was struck away.  I bit my lower lip and cut the one who send my weapon flying into halves. But this was the end.  Immediately, my other sabre broke under the cut of a halberd and strong hands grasped my arms…

“Kill me!” I told them defiantly.

They laughed and started to remove my garb; the breasts under the red dudou were heaving. Suddenly a rider rushed out from the reeds. The unwary soldiers were cut down mercilessly.

It was Li Lin…

“Why have you returned?” I shouted at her as she dismounted from her horse which too was staggering under multiple wounds.

“To save you or to die with you!” But there was no way she could save me. Her strength was spent as well, and the lance in her hands dipped limply.

There were dead bodies everywhere: soldiers mixed with our comrades. Some women were still decently dressed; others were half-naked or stark nude. They were lying in heaps on the banks or floated in the river now dyed by their blood.

We were quickly captured. I witnessed Li Lin’s armor being stripped away, as was mine.  Her dudou was of apple-green color.

Among the hideous laughs of our captors, we were gang-raped. “Aum…” Both of us refused to give them the satisfaction of moaning out loud. Soon our vaginas, mouths, breasts and bellies were covered by semen from different men.

A question was asked what was to be done with us. A soldier replied, “The commander gave the order that these two women are to be beheaded on the spot!” So we were forced to kneel side by side.

Our long hair was untied to be held by strong hands, exposing our necks. “How many got away?” I asked quietly.

“Eighteen,” Li Lin answered.

“Just eighteen?”

“Yes…” And that was the last word she ever uttered…

A sweeping sound, and then I saw her head fly with a crimson rainbow of blood behind it. It landed on the ground and rolled for a short distance before stopping. Her eyes were still wide open as if there was something more she wanted to say but had no chance to finish.

“I will meet you again in the next life,” I murmured to the severed head. Her eyes slowly closed as though in acknowledgement. Then I felt a sharp cold at the nape of my neck.

And then nothing of this world was of any consequence to us anymore…

(End)

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Her watery coffin 4.2 (5)

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She was escorted into the room, only to see a small coffin lying on the floor. Instantly her eyes flew open in terror. “NO!” she cried out. “PLEASE DON‘T KILL ME!”

“Shut up, bitch!” she heard the man say next to her as three others of her male escorts raised a trio of nasty looking revolvers and pointed them at her. Instantly she went silent, whimpering in terror.

“The coffin or the bullets, my dear?” he asked her quietly.

Ohgawd…

Given the choice between immediate death by bloody gunfire or a prolonged lifespan she easily made her choice. “The c – coffin!” she stammered, wondering how much time she had left to live.

“Then climb in,” he told her. “I will brook no delays or we will make the choice for you.”

Ohmygawd…

Reluctantly she stepped inside and began lowering herself down into it. What disturbed her was the large number of holes that had been cut into the bottom and the sides of the wooden box.

a‘Why all the holes?’ she asked herself. ‘What are they going to do to me… bury me alive?? Are worms going to crawl in with me and chew on my flesh??? Gawd! At least have the decency to seal me in here so nothing comes in with me!!’ She shivered at the thought of her flesh being picked clean by all the scavengers of the underground insect world.

She whimpered as she lowered herself into the coffin. She had to lie on her side because the damned thing wasn’t quite long enough for her to stretch out in and that bothered her. However she suspected that the men standing around her with their guns drawn were not concerned with her comfort inside the box.

When she was settled into the floor of the coffin the men proceeded to connect four cables to the metal rings that were attached on either side of her wooden coffin. She saw them come down from some sort of pulley system in the ceiling above her and she trembled with fear, wondering what their purpose was for. Something told her she was going to find out soon enough and once more she shivered in terror.

“Very good,” that familiar voice said to her after they were done and she saw him bend down and look over her. “I think those tits of yours need to be exposed, my dear,” he said sadistically. “Don’t you think so? I think you‘ll enjoy your ordeal a whole lot more if they are. Here; let me help you.” …and with that he reached down toward her.

NOOOOOOO!

She inhaled sharply, instinctively shrinking from him as he reached in and grabbed her white blouse. Then he pulled hard in opposite directions, popping several buttons as he tore it open. Then he smiled satisfactorily with a “There; that’s MUCH better.” Then he rose up and looked down upon her.

She shivered as she looked up at him, her body quivering in fear and arousal at the deadly predicament she found herself in. Her nipples were strangely hard and her heart hammered loudly in her chest as her breasts heaved in terror. For a moment she thought she was going to have a heart attack or a seizure or something.

b“Now I think it’s time to put the lid on your coffin, my dear.”

Gawd – he seemed so damned polite about it! All she could do was whimper and moan as she looked up at him, afraid to cry out for fear that they might just decide to pump a few rounds into her body anyway, even though she’d done her best to cooperate up to this point. She figured she didn’t dare open her mouth in protest. They certainly seemed totally unconcerned about her welfare – or how much longer she even lived, for that matter – and she was desperate to extend her lifespan for as long as she could.

She watched as two of the men came over, picked the lid up and placed it down over her. She had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming in terror as it was placed over the top of her. But once again she was met with another surprise!

There was an opening for her face! Gawd – what the hell did THAT mean? What the hell kind of a coffin was THIS?? What’s more, there was a set of holes in the lid a little farther down, just about over the top of her stomach!

cWhat the HELL??!!

“Put your hands through those two holes, my dear,” she heard that familiar voice say, and she looked up to see him standing over her, looking down at her through the opening to her head.

‘WHAT??’ she thought to herself. ‘WHAT THE HELL FOR???’ This didn’t make any sense!

“Do it!” he barked as he raised his pistol and pointed it at her temple.

She gulped and quickly complied with another whimper, hurriedly scrambling to push each hand through it‘s corresponding hole. A moment later she was startled to feel someone grabbing her hands and securing them together by her wrists with some sort of rope. When it was done all she could do was flutter her hands outside the lid of her coffin.

NOO!

Having her hands bound outside the coffin had the added effect of terrifying her even more and she wiggled and squirmed uncomfortably, whimpering in fear. She didn’t know why but she really wanted her hands inside with her. This made her feel even more vulnerable and her hands flexed and flailed helplessly as if they were operating independently of her body.

…and then she heard the sound of hammer and nails! It startled the hell out of her and she almost screamed out in pure terror…

NO!!! OHMYGAWD – THEY’RE SEALING ME IN HERE NOW! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY GONNA DO TO ME? WHERE ARE THEY GONNA PUT ME? OHMYGAWD – WHAT IF THEY BURY ME LIKE THIS? I DON’T WANT DIRT FALLING ONTO MY FACE???!!!

“Now I believe we’re ready, my dear,” she heard that familiar voice tell her when the hammers stopped their work. That’s when she looked up to see him smiling down malevolently at her. All she could do was look back at him in wide-eyed terror, her body shaking in growing panic.

“No!” she breathed, her voice quivering. “Please; I BEG of you! Please let me go!” That’s when the tears finally welled up in her eyes.

She was sure she was lying in her death chamber now! She felt so utterly helpless, boxed in and totally vulnerable, and she was afraid she was going to suffer a breakdown. He just looked down at her with a sad yet kindly expression before apparently turning to face one of his underlings.

“Lift her up, gentlemen!” she heard his voice demand. “It’s time to finish off our fair damsel!’

Gawd… NO!

She heard the clicking of the pulleys above her head and a moment later she cried out as she felt her coffin being lifted up into the air. It swung free, causing her to scream. Then it jerked to a halt and she felt it start to move forward, setting her to swaying softly. Up above her she saw the pulleys slide along two sets of metal tracks as they took her to…

‘…to where?’ she wondered. She hadn’t noticed anything all that unusual in the room. Of course with those guns pointed at her she hadn’t taken the time to look around much.

‘What else did you see in here?’ she asked herself. ‘THINK, DAMNIT! Where the hell do you think they’re taking you??’ But she couldn’t think much; she was too frightened.

She squirmed in her coffin as it continued to move forward, gently swaying back and forth as it moved along. Her hands flexed and groped for nothing but air and she whimpered in fright, her mind filled with blind panic. Then she felt the coffin come to a stop, setting it to swaying gently again.

“Right there, boys,” she heard that familiar voice speak out again. “Let her down gently now, fellas. We don’t want to damage anything!”

GAWD – what were they doing? Was there a hole in the ground?? Were they burying her alive in this very room? Were they gonna seal her up under the floor, leaving the square hole above her face so she could stare up at eternal darkness???

OHMYGAWD!!!

…and then she suddenly felt the rush of water swirling into her coffin through the many holes in her wooden prison and she let out a cry of alarm!

“Don‘t panic, my dear!” she heard him call out to her. “You might as well save your breath; it‘ll all be over soon!” In that moment it hit her and her mind fixed on the one object she’d thought she’d seen along the one wall out of the corner of her eye…

THE FISHTANK! Why it was big enough to…

…and then horrible realization sunk in!

They were going to drown her, right in her very own coffin!! A moment later she was overcome by the pure horror of her situation and she began to scream and cry out…

“NOOOOOOOOO! GET ME OUTTA HERE! I DON’T WANNA DIE! DON’T DROWN ME – PLEASE! OHMYGAWD – I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT… ANYTHING AT ALL! NOOOOOOO!”

Water rushed in unhindered from everywhere. There were numerous holes in the floor and at least 8 or 10 sets of holes on each side of the coffin. Water poured in at a rapid rate, lifting her body up, and she started to float as it filled up fast.

“NOOOOOO! GET ME OUT – GET ME OUT! OHMYGAWD – I DON’T WANNA DROWN! SOMEBODY HELP ME – PLEASE!”

She floated up and crammed her face into the opening for her head as the water level quickly rose inside her coffin. It covered her legs, her bare breasts… everything but her hands that were still sticking out through the two holes. She panted madly for breath, crying hysterically… hyperventilating as it climbed up and lifted her up against the lid of the coffin. She huffed and puffed, her head jammed into the opening, frantic for at least one more unhindered breath of air. She sensed she was about to go under and with a mad gasp she frantically filled her lungs…

NOOOOOOOO!

…and then there was nothing but the sound of her grunts of terror and her release of a few bubbles of air.

She instantly closed her mouth, attempting to keep what breath remained inside her. Looking up she saw the surface getting farther and farther away until she felt the coffin come in contact with the bottom of the fish tank with a jarring bump. Then there was stillness save for the loud pounding of her heart in her chest.

OHMYGAWD! OHMYGAWD! OHMYGAWD! OHMYGAWD!

She was utterly terrified as she floated up against the lid of her coffin. Her hands waved helplessly above the lid, frantic for something useful to do and finding nothing that would save her. Then she tried to push her head up through the opening but it didn’t fit. Besides, the surface was too far away. She would have to break out somehow… unless they were going to pull her back up soon…

‘That’s GOT to be it!’ she thought desperately, clutching at straws. ‘They’re gonna pull me back up! They just wanna torture me… see how long I can hold my breath! PLEASE LET THAT BE SO!’ Then she swallowed her fear, clasped her hands together and concentrated on holding her breath as long as she could, unaware of the fact that two of the men in the room were pushing down on her coffin, making sure it stayed at the bottom of the fish tank.

dShe closed her eyes and tried to calm the wild beating of her heart, focusing instead on any sounds that might penetrate the fish tank and reach her, anything that might betray her captors’ next move. But there was nothing but the quiet hum of some machinery somewhere nearby. No words were spoken. That’s when she became aware of her growing need to breathe.

‘Bring me up now!’ she cried out inwardly as she started to squirm, her hands flexing above the lid of her coffin. ‘I can’t hold it much longer! Please… bring me up! Ohgawd – I’ll do anything you ask! Please don’t let me drown in here!’

Nothing. Her lungs heaved gently in her chest and then started to spasm as the water in her nose burned her sinuses…

‘NOOOO! PLEASE… DON’T LET ME DROWN IN HERE!’ …and she began wiggling and squirming, trying to roll her body back and forth inside the coffin. Her lungs spasmed sharply and then spasmed again and she lost a burst of air that whooshed up to the surface. The sound of her loosing what was left of her precious air supply terrified her…

‘NOOOOOO! OHMYGAWD!’

Her cheeks bulged as she thrashed about inside the coffin, her hands waving wildly. Her lungs were on fire and she was on the verge of losing her last breath…

NOOOOOOOO!

…and then air whooshed out of her mouth, bursting up to the surface. She tried frantically to clamp her lips shut but the urge to breathe was too strong. A moment later she lost another burst of air… and then one more. Then her lungs insisted she refill them and her airway instinctively opened up as she sucked water into her body.

There was a distinct glubbing sound as she inhaled. A moment later she tried to scream, only to gurgle as her body convulsed at the intrusion of water into her lungs. She glubbed and gurgled as she twisted from side to side, her eyes wide in horror, her hands waving frantically above the lid. Her mind screamed in terror as her body felt the effects of the cool water violating her every opening. Then she gurgled again… shuddered… and then relaxed as though she was too tired to fight.

She looked up to see that the surface of the water was still well above her and she realized numbly that she hadn’t been lifted up after all. Her hands fluttered and her legs spasmed from stray nerve impulses as her brain tried to fight to keep her systems functioning. Then everything shut down altogether and she quivered with a bubbly sigh as darkness claimed her.

She was kept submerged in the tank for a good 10 minutes before the coffin was lifted up. Water streamed out of the many holes but there was no sign of life from the occupant inside. “Gentlemen, I believe the leak inside our organization has been successfully plugged,” that same familiar voice stated with satisfaction. “You may lower her to the ground now. I believe preparations have been made for a suitable burial out back.”

eThe coffin was lowered to the ground. Then the four men gathered around it, picked up and solemnly escorted it out of the room…

f© 2008 (written Apr 12 ’08 by riwa)

(Pictures found on the Internet and used for illustrations purposes only.)

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She tried to drown me! 4.1 (11)

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This is an email I got from a lady friend of mine who graciously allowed me to edit it and post it to the forum…
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Hey Riwa, are you there? Guess what the little minx just did? She tried to drown me! Ooooh, am I going to get her! And she said it was your idea!

We were up late (real late) watching a movie… and then we watched all the stuff you sent. One thing leads to another inevitably – and it’s into the bath we go! But this time there’s a difference. She says you asked her to dunk me and see how long I could stay under. So I think, ‘OK, fair’s fair, but don’t think I won’t get you into this tub too, you hot little bitch!’

“So, here’s what Riwa wants you to do,” she says. “Into the bath!” she orders. “Ohh! It’s hot, babe!” I complain. “Not to worry,” she says. “I’ve got some work to do first”. She picks up the soap and I slide down lower, careful not to slosh water over the sides of the overfilled tub.

“Give me your foot!” she orders.

Puzzled, I lift a foot and she begins the most sensual soapy massage I’ve ever received! It drives me wild, causing my nipples to harden as she carefully soaps each toe before moving to the other foot. I look on, excited but mystified – what’s she up to?

“Now,” she says, “You will do as I say… and if you don’t, you don’t get to taste this!” …and with that she plunges two soapy fingers inside her pussy and buries them deeeeep, massaging herself inside and moaning. I attempt to sit up and grab her, but she orders me to lie back in a commanding voice. She’s become my Mistress and I must obey; clearly she’s not to be trifled with tonight.

“Right!” she states. “Now you are going under, bitch and you cannot come up until I have finished.”

“Finished what?” I ask, my voice trembling with anticipation.

“Finished licking every one of your toes and sucking on them. You want to know how to suck a man off so I’m going to show you. But you will have to watch from down there, bitch – underwater – and you will stay there until I am done! Do you understand?”

A shiver runs through me! Oh FUCK, this is hot! I’m so excited now… but how long will I be able to stay under?! A moment later she fixes me with an official ‘don’t fuck with me’ stare. “And if you try to come up before I’m done, you will not taste my body for a week! Do you understand?”

I’m trembling now; this is fantastic! I am so helpless before her – she is in total control now! To reinforce the instructions, she fingers herself again… this time with clean, dry fingers. Soon I hear the familiar sound of her wet, sloppy cunt and I catch the sweet aroma of her arousal, my senses on high alert.

“Do you want to touch me?” she asks quietly, a wicked glint in her eye.

“Oh, FUCK!” I breathe excitedly. “Please….. just let me….”

“NO!” she roars and I shrink back, realizing I must not upset my Mistress.

“Now… you may have a SMALL taste,” she says with an evil grin, “but if you try to come up for air before I’m finished, you will not taste my body again until next Friday night! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress! Please! I….”

“SILENCE!” she roars. “Now taste me… and prepare to go under!”

I lean forward eagerly and she pulls 2 shiny, sopping fingers from her body and rubs them around my waiting mouth, directly under my nose. Then she slips them into my warm mouth and I suck on them hungrily. So sweet….. so warm…… mmmmmmm. “Good girl” she says. “Now… tell me what you must do?”

Reluctantly I lie back, immediately missing those warm, wet fingers in my mouth. I feel my own cunt tingling; I want her now! This is pure torture and she knows it!

“‘I must go under’, Mistress,” I say submissively, my head lowered. “‘…and you will suck and lick my toes. I can watch but I must stay under until you have finished’.”

“FINISHED WHAT?” she roars.

“Finished?!” I stammer uncertainly. “Uh… with my toes?!” Now I’m confused.

“How many toes?” she asks firmly, her voice commanding an answer.

“Ummmm… ahhh… 10, I suppose….”

“YES – 10!!” she roars. “You will remain submerged until I finish all 10 or you will wait another week for my touch! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

She commands me to prepare and I draw deep breaths into my body, knowing my last one will have to last for as long as it takes. She controls me now and I must obey. She reaches down and takes hold of my ankles and as she pulls on them I slide along the bottom of the tub, my hands gripping the sides in an effort to keep my head above water… for now.

“You will raise your legs when I say, bitch!” Her commands are strong; she has the power now and she is thoroughly enjoying herself. “Yes, Mistress,” I reply submissively.

“You will not use your arms to hold onto the side of the tub anymore, bitch! You will go down and stay down! Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” …and I prepare to go under. “Ummm… can I…?”

“SILENCE!” she roars again. “You will do just as I say!”

I nod, realizing no argument will be tolerated tonight as she continues…

“On three, I will lift your legs and you will go under! I will begin sucking, licking and nibbling and you must stay submerged and wait. When I have done all 10 toes you may surface… but not a moment before! UNDERSTOOD?”

“Yes, Mistress.” …and I begin to breathe deeply again, knowing I must be ready.

“One….. two…… ”

“URRPBLPBL!”

She does not get to 3 and I am mercilessly forced to the bottom of the tub, my back and head bumping against the bottom as I settle into the deepest part of the bath. I open my eyes and rest my arms at my sides, knowing I must try to relax…

Oohhh FUCK! I start squirming immediately as her hot tongue separates my little toe from its nearest neighbor!

Uuuughh….mmmm….ooooo…

My head shakes from side to side, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly as she sucks on my little toe! Oooohhh! This is unbelievable! Why has she never done this to me before?? My eyes close in pleasure… and then it hits me…

OMG – there’s 9 more to go… and I already want to come up! I’ll never survive this!!

She sucks more firmly now and it feels like there’s a direct link to my pussy! A pulsating throb begins deep inside me…

Ooooh…. Mistress! Pleeeze….. !!

The water stirs at my movements, preventing me from clearly seeing my torturer at work. But I feel her warm ministrations on my toes, toes that are oh, so sensitive! How can she expect me to stand this…?

OMG, she’s on to the next one….uuuuunnnnnnnghhhmmmmm! Another involuntary shudder deep in my pussy – ooohh fuck, I can’t believe this! Her tongue slips in between my toes and I flex them to allow her further access.

Oooohh, this is incredible! Her mouth envelops my second and third toes, sucking hungrily. I feel the strong pull of her mouth, the flicking of her tongue and my head shakes from side to side as my hands tremble. My fingers open and close as if to mimic the response of my toes. My pussy is pulsating wildly now, demanding a satisfaction that so far has been denied it.

As if sensing my growing desire, she stops and pulls my lower body up, her grip strong on my ankles. At the same time she pushes forward, with the combined effect that my head and shoulders are firmly pushed to the bottom of the tub while my pussy is exposed to the air… and to her view. My legs tremble in anticipation.

“Keep still, bitch!” she yells into the water and I try to steady myself. She places my lower left leg up on her right shoulder as she continues to hold my right ankle high. She opens my legs wider and I let out a small burst of bubbles, feeling a growing discomfort in my chest.

“Don’t you move, bitch!” she commands… and then she changes the rules! I feel 2 finger tips sliding down the inside of my right thigh and immediately my eyes snap open – oh fuck, what’s she doing now?! My heartbeat steps up still further – this is not going to help me hold my breath! Her fingers reach the top of the inside of my thigh… ooooohhh shit… Mistress? Not there……… OMG babe……….

I feel one finger trace around in a circle between my back door and my cunt. It’s more than I can stand and my lungs give up another burst of air, a spasm I cannot control. Dammit – I can’t last much longer! How long have I been down – maybe just over a minute? Oh fuck, Mistress, pleeeeeze… uuuunnghhh mmmmmm. 2 fingers enter me… slowly… deliberately, and my body is struck with 10000 volts of my lover‘s essence, right to the very core. My back arches and I feel the back of my head bang into the porcelain – oww!

Shit! My Mistress will not show me any mercy, this much is clear. Those fingers begin their slow torture – in and out – and then she really warms to her work. My lungs are on fire; I can’t hold out for long now, but she has other ideas. She begins to move her fingers inside me in a beckoning motion, a move she knows will leave me breathless when I normally have the luxury of air available to me… but here? …and right now? …a few seconds more of this and I’ll…….

Aaahhhhhhmmmmmmmunnnghh uhhh hhhh mmmm…..

All this time my precious air escapes my pursed lips. My pussy is beginning to contract and I know this is the start of something which will overcome me in seconds. I must cum…….. oooohh fuck, I need a release………..

“You want to breathe, don’t you, bitch!” she purrs into the water. Fuck, do I need air, and she knows it!! I fight to stop myself from raising my head, if that were even possible in the position she has me in. “Well bitch, you CAN’T come up. I haven’t finished yet!” …and with that she withdraws her magic fingers from my sopping cunt. My body screams in protest… PLEEEEEZZZZE MISTRESS……. PUT ‘EM BACK IN………

She knows what she is doing and just what a state she has left me in, but she has no mercy. Immediately I feel her wet mouth take in my big toe, still working on my right foot. I’ll never last this out and she knows it. She never intended for me to succeed; this is all part of what she has in mind. Still I fight to stay under. I cannot surface yet; I must last another few seconds…….

Hhhuuunnnghhh uuuuuhhh mmmmmmm….

OMG, this is crazy! Her tongue is flicking in the gap between my largest toe and its partner, sending waves of pleasure down my leg and directly into my pulsating cunt. The experience so powerful – like nothing I’ve ever felt – but I can’t last. My lungs betray me now and I spasm again; another bust of air bursts to the surface of the tub. My Mistress laughs (the BITCH) and I hear her mock me again. “I thought you could hold your breath, bitch! Well if you can’t… then DROWN!”

Immediately I feel the game change again, but I’ve run out of time – I have to come up now! I try to sit up, my hands desperately clawing for some grip on the side of the bath, but I find none! Instead I feel her lift my ankles even higher, pressing forward with her weight and driving me into the bottom of the tub again. My arms flail in a useless attempt to grab the sides and I find myself moving along the bottom of the tub. I’m pinned firmly underwater now, my own legs bent at the knee, allowing her to keep me under at will.

Desperately I try to sit up, succeeding in getting only my eyes and nose above water for a mere second or two. The sloshing of the full tub means I draw only water into my nose as she wickedly pulls me backwards and under again. My mind spins out of control as the water floods my sinuses – BABE, I’M DROWNING! I kick out but it’s no use; she has her arms around the backs of my knees now and I can’t shake loose. If I don’t get free I’m going to drown in seconds!

In survival mode now, I lash out with my arms, trying to grab any part of her that I can! I don’t care what – I’m drowning now!  I grab an arm……. squeeze it hard………….

“Owwww, FUCK!” she hollers, abruptly letting go… but not before she leans forward and pushes me down to the bottom of the tub again………

It’s too late; I can’t stop it….. She pins me down for another few seconds and my lungs will not be denied any more. I breathe in, knowing full well where I am and what this will mean… still I cannot stop it! My mouth opens and water floods into my throat, but the water which floods down into my lungs has been breathed in through my nose, not my mouth. Instantly my body is wracked in a spasm and I am frozen for a millisecond… but its long enough for my lover to realize what she has done.

I hear her scream my name in blind panic and I feel her strongest grip ever grab my arms and haul me to the surface.

My mind is not functioning properly. I know I’m at the surface, but I can’t breathe. She screams my name again but I cannot answer – I cannot even hear her properly. She reaches around my back, trying to get me to stand maybe? …to get me out of the water? My chest hits her shoulder as I slump forward…

…and then it starts! My body is wracked in a huge spasm as the swallowed bath water finds its way back up my windpipe and out of my mouth! Instantly I breathe in………AIR!

A moment later I’m caught in an uncontrollable coughing spasm. My head spins – I’m dizzy… and my coughs compete with the desperate sobs from my frantic lover, pain etched on her beautiful features. She grabs me and presses me into her chest. It’s not helping me breathe but I can’t push her away and I don’t want to. Eventually I gain some measure of control over my breathing and I move my arms up to embrace her back. Her sobs echo in the bathroom and I feel each one as my face rests between her breasts.

Slowly we extract ourselves from the bathroom. “OMG!” she cries. “I didn’t mean…… I’m so….. are you……. ?” I reach for her and she closes her arms around me; when we embrace, she breaks down. It was nothing more than a small mistake, albeit a painful one; one that I could have made so easily with her whenever I’ve held her down during our many games in the tub.

“Shhhh” I whisper. “I’m OK…. its just a little water….”

She looks up at me, the face of an angel, an angel I love, the woman I would die for. She tries to speak but I stop her. “Take me to bed, babe,” I say and she nods, turns and lets out the bath water. As she bends over the tub I see her magnificent body and I’m reminded how my life is so blessed with her in it. “Mmmmmm,” I say. “Nice ass, babe.” She smiles through her tears and kisses me before leading me to our bed…

I lie back on the bed and she kneels next to me, her face still clearly showing her concern. I look at her and smile…

“You still owe me 5 toes, babe…………..”

Riwa, would you fix it and publish it? This is what actually happened in our bathroom last night – she held me down a bit too long and I swallowed water. She was beside herself – I was fine, really… but it scared her. It was a great idea though – you two are so creative! Its hasn’t put either of us off; we just need to be careful, but its no worse than the kind of dunking you see guys giving their girlfriends all the time……what do you think?

DAMN, WOMAN! YOU GOT ME EXCITED!

(edited for Suzi Jun 3 ’06 by riwa)

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An unmistakable message 3.6 (9)

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He is in the lake buck naked as he treads water. He is disliked by many but he doesn’t give a damn. Right now all he cares about is his next release.

He’s unaware that he’s not alone. A bosomy blonde woman discreetly watches him from shore as she stands over by a tree. She is 5’6″, 120 lbs, and she is just as naked as he is.

She stands approximately 30 feet away from him, fully aware he’s come to the lake many times before just to get himself off. She’s witnessed it on more than a few occasions. But today she has something else in mind.

Sure enough, she watches as he takes a deep breath and then sculls himself underwater. She rushes forward to the water’s edge, knowing he can stay down and hold his breath a little over 2 minutes. But she figures that should give her all the time she needs.

She looks out into the water and estimates his location. If he is true to his routine then he should be over by that underwater root system. She feels a ripple of excitement, and she tells herself this should be rather enjoyable.

She goes over and quickly removes the string from the swim trunks he tossed ashore. Then she slowly steps into the water. She looks down and sees him holding onto a branch near the roots of the tree in about 10 feet of water. The asshole is right where she thought he’d be, holding on to his most precious piece of equipment and slowly stroking it to hardness.

Taking a deep breath, she slips into the water and submerges as the sun shines brightly overhead. But as usual he is immersed in his own pleasure, his eyes closed while hoping to achieve his release during this particular breath-hold. She smiles in appreciation of how easy he is making this for her.

She actually comes within a foot of his arm holding onto the branch. She pauses for a moment, smiling wickedly with anticipation. She can’t believe how excited she has become at the thought of what she’s about to do!

She suddenly lashes out with both hands, still clutching the string to his swim trunks. She wraps it tightly around both his wrist and the branch he holds onto. His eyes fly open in surprise and his whole body jerks in astonishment. But by then she has tied it off tightly, firmly believing that soaked knot will be nearly impossible to untie.

Instinctively he begins to kick his legs wildly, his arm tugging against the string securing him to the branch. He suddenly acknowledges her presence, acknowledges her guilt in tying him to the tree. He takes a wild swipe at her, but that just allows her the opportunity to grab onto his free arm.

He looks at her in amazement, noticing for the very first time her nakedness. For a moment he pauses from his struggles, utterly shocked to see her totally nude down here with him. He is distracted by her full breasts and erect nipples, enough for her to make a fist, take a swing at him with her free hand and punch him right in the stomach.

He grunts in surprise as his precious breath blows away, bubbles erupting out of his mouth to escape to the surface. His lungs are nearly empty from that last release of air, and his legs instinctively start kicking wildly again. She knows the moment is at hand and it is time for her to act.

As she holds onto his free wrist she reaches out and grabs his shaft with her other hand. She jerks hard on his manhood and he starts to moan and bubble, losing what little is left of the air in his lungs. He seems caught between pleasure and panic, conflicted between the need to escape and the need for release as his lungs heave painfully.

Once more he looks at the woman who has placed him in such a perilous situation. For a moment he finds himself asking who the hell IS this bitch??!! Then he gets a good look at her face. He grunts in recognition as his eyes fly open in shock… “YOU???!!!”

She smiles wickedly, air trickling out past her lips as she jerks his dick harder and faster. She finds herself hoping he will explode as he drowns. The thought is such an incredible turn-on that her body is virtually thrumming with excitement as she holds her breath.

His struggles lessen as the sexual release his body craves suddenly kicks into high gear. He finds himself thrusting instinctively into her hand while moaning… “mmmmph….mmmmph….ooooOOOOHHHH!!!!” He can’t help that he is about to explode from the assault by this sexy, naked bitch of a woman who has tied him to the tree, leaving him snagged and helpless!

With one last exhalation he lets go the last of the air remaining in his bulging cheeks. Then his cock erupts from her relentless grip of jerking and stroking. She moans with excitement as she watches his dick puff stream after stream of his seed into the lake.

She lets go of his wrist, watching as he flails away with his arm like a cowboy riding a bull at a rodeo. She lustfully watches him inhale mouthful after mouthful of lake water while still stroking his member. She wants to milk every last drop out of that dick of his, the one member of his body that has ultimately cost him his life.

The moment is so delicious that she cannot stop smiling. She becomes giddy with euphoria watching his body convulse painfully. His eyes roll from a mixture of agony and ecstasy and she swoons from an unbelievable arousal.

As he blacks out she watches his eyes glaze over, savoring the look of horrific shock displayed in them. She slowly jerks his cock until she feels a sudden flow of warmth around her hand. It is a stream of a faintly yellowish color; the bastard has no doubt pissed himself.

As he floats freely – still tethered to the branch – she feels it overtake her, a hot wave of pleasure that floods her being from head to toe. Her back arches, her hands and feet flexing as she moans weakly with pleasure. Then it starts to pass and she’s alerted to her growing need for air. She realizes she had better not tarry much longer.

She reaches out and gently brushes her hand across his face. Then she angrily slaps it. The water lessens the impact but his face does turn to the side in reaction. Now he looks at her with a lifeless expression as if to say, “What did you do THAT for??!!”

She bubbles in satisfaction… and then feels her lungs heave in her chest. It’s time to go! She kicks off the bottom, air spewing out of her mouth as her breasts wobble from spasms due to her intense need.

She surfaces, gasping loudly for breath. She was down there a lot longer than she had anticipated. But she wanted to be there until the very end. As far as she was concerned the wait was well worth it!

She fills her lungs with several deep, refreshing breaths. Then she looks down and sees him still tethered to the branch, his arm outstretched as though he’s reaching for her… begging her not t leave him like that! She can’t help herself and she laughs out loud as she experiences a feeling of great satisfaction.

She reaches shallow water and wades to shore. There she finds his trunks right where she left them… minus the string of course that is being oh-so-helpful as it tethers the owner to the bottom of the lake. She examines them with a playful smile. Then she speaks for the very first time as though wanting to hear herself…

“I’ll think I’ll just keep these as a trophy” and she hefts them in her hand. “Wait until the other girls see these! At least I’ve left an unmistakable message to any of the other assholes out there who might want to fuck with us!”

THE END

© 2012; 2015

(taken from a chat and written Dec 7 ’12 by uwjim and riwa)

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Breaking in a sex slave 4.5 (17)

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Meet Emma Peele… a private eye who’s young, proud and cocky. The little Japanese girl lives for danger. But at a petite five foot nothing she has to be careful of the situations she finds herself in. She prides herself on keeping her wits about her and slithering out of any perilous encounters.

BSS 01Her latest assignment involves one Mika Areola! The PI believes the South American vixen is trafficking in female slaves. All she needs to do is to sneak into the woman’s home, obtain some proof and then get the hell out of there before she’s caught. It’s dark out when she makes her move.

The feisty little PI asked for this mission. She’s seen pictures of Mika and she wants to help put the wicked bitch away for good. But she’s also imagined what might happen to her should she get caught. It was just too erotic of an assignment to pass up.

The house is easy to break into, perhaps a little too easy. It’s there that Emma finds some rather incriminating information. Then the lights come on and she finds herself confronted by the sex-trafficker herself.

“Well, well,” Mika says, her eyes blazing lustfully. Oddly the woman is unarmed. “I was expecting the Agency to send someone, but I never expected it to be YOU!”

Emma swallows hard as those familiar tingles set in, tingles she experiences every time she finds herself in trouble. “You can’t keep me here against my will or you’ll be in so much trouble!” she says brashly. “So if you don’t mind I’ll just be on my way.”

“Think again, bitch!” Mika gasps excitedly and Emma bolts for the door. Mika wrestles her to the floor where she pulls the PI’s blouse back over Emma’s arms, rendering her helpless. Then she stands her up, exposing the young woman’s heaving breasts.

“I need another slave to sell, honey, and you’re perfect!” she coos at her. “You can’t do this to me!” Emma yells. But Mika chuckles sinisterly as she brushes her hair like a lover. “You don’t have a choice in the matter, honey!” she tells her. “Besides, I love breaking Asian sluts like you!”

BSS 02Emma cries out again as Mika cruelly gropes her tits. The PI’s nipples give away her excitement and it does not go unnoticed. “BITCH!” Emma screams as her hands are bound behind her back with her blouse.

“Now, my pretty; it’s time to start your training,” Mika gasps with excitement. “You go to HELL!” Emma blurts out defiantly and she tries to scream, hoping to attract some attention. But the South American lashes out with a hand, grabbing her throat and choking her.

“Let’s get something straight, little girl,” Mika growls as she squeezes tighter. Emma’s eyes start to bug out and she feels a humiliating arousal, her pussy wet underneath her skirt. “I could kill you right now by simply choking you to death. But that would be no fun, wouldn’t it. So I’ll tell you what. You lick my pussy… and I’ll stop choking you. Deal?”

“DEAL!” Emma gasps, on the verge of passing out. Mika lets go and Emma collapses onto her knees, coughing and gasping. Then the South American tantalizingly pulls down her skirt, revealing no panties and a neatly trimmed pussy that glistens with arousal. Emma shudders in horror as a shameful arousal courses through her. Gawd; she just can’t allow herself to become some woman’s bitch!

Emma starts to make a break for it, only to feel that hand around her throat again. Once more her eyes start bugging out and she feels her pussy moisten with a terrible arousal. Deciding she has no other choice she stops struggling, gasping “ALL RIGHT – ALL RIGHT!”

“Lick it good, bitch, or your training ends right here and now!” Mika warns. The trembling PI leans forward and begins to lick cautiously. The South American moans with pleasure and for Emma it’s humiliating as hell. The last thing the Asian wants to do is get her enemy off. But she knows she must use her wits to stay alive, even if it means doing acts of sexual degradation.

BSS 03“You like it, don’t you!” Mika chuckles and Emma feels a flush of embarrassment. “Let me know how much you like it, honey!” The PI moans but the reaction is not entirely forced. Her body is alive with sexual tingles of incredible arousal. It’s disturbing licking such pleasure into the South American and she’s into it much more than she wants to be. ‘I’m just trying to stay alive!’ she keeps telling herself.

Mika moans and begins to hump the PI’s face. Emma feels a hand entangle in her hair and she knows her chance of escape has been limited. She was hoping to weaken the woman by inducing an orgasm, but now the bitch has a good grip in her hair.

“Gawd!” Mika sighs, her body responding. You are a talented bitch! I’m gonna cum, honey; better get ready!”

Emma winces in shame as she licks harder. It seems the more her enemy gets off on it the more excited she becomes… as though she actually WANTS to get this woman off! Is THIS why she signed up for this dangerous mission to begin with??

“Gawd; you’re going to make someone a good slave, bitch!” Mika gasps appreciatively. “That tongue of yours alone is worth the price I could get for you! Maybe I ought to just keep you for myself!”

The South American’s whimpers increase in pitch until she suddenly starts humping the Asian’s face, gasping excitedly as she cries out in pleasure. Emma is ashamed to feel her own orgasm wash through her. But she decides it’s the price she has to pay if she’s to attempt to secure her freedom. A moment later Mika pulls her to her feet.

“That was absolutely heavenly!” Mika sighs with pleasure. Then she grabs Emma’s head and kisses her. The PI is ashamed when she returns the kiss and their tongues lovingly wrap around each other in a passionate kiss. But as they kiss Emma’s mind races as she contemplates how she can extricate herself from this dangerous situation.

BSS 04“Very nice – you’re off to a good start,” Mika coos at her. “I think you’re going to make someone a fine sex slave, honey. We just have to continue with your training is all. Now I think you’re going to find what I have next for you rather… interesting?”

Emma feels a jolt of alarm and she figures it’s now or never! She suddenly makes a break for it, figuring she’ll deal with the embarrassment of getting outside topless if it means her freedom. But Mika is right on her ass and she’s tackled to the ground.

“BITCH!” the South American snarls. “Now I think you’re going to pay for your foolishness!”

“GET OFF ME!” Emma yells, her heart racing as she struggles violently. At that moment she’s sure it’s a life or death struggle and she fights like a hellcat. “THIS should take care of you, BITCH!” she hears Mika declare. A moment later she feels a blow to the back of her head. It knocks her unconscious and she moans as the lights go out…

Emma awakens to discover that her situation has deteriorated considerably. She’s completely naked and a blindfold covers her eyes. There’s a round ball-gag in her mouth and she grunts in alarm. Her arms are outstretched with rope binding her wrists, and she feels more rope tethering her ankles. Something presses into her back, arching her forward and making her tits stick out. It’s uncomfortable as hell, yet almost immediately she can feel her nipples harden from her dilemma.

BSS 05“Are we comfortable now?” she hears a familiar voice and her naked body stiffens. “Not so defiant now, are we!” Emma whimpers into her gag, knowing she’s probably in for it now. Unfortunately her pussy is embarrassingly damp and she tries to wriggle, testing her bonds.

“You’re not going anywhere, honey!” she hears Mika declare. There’s a disturbing tone of cruelty in her voice. She grunts and tries to cry out, demanding the woman release her at once. Emma is suddenly trembling with fear and arousal. and she’s afraid her situation might trigger a humiliating orgasm, one that her enemy might enjoy witnessing.

“It’s time to teach you a lesson, bitch!” The voice comes from a different direction and she whimpers as she turns her head. “You’re gonna pay, little girl!” and she jerks her head again as the voice comes from yet a different direction. “BITCH!” the voice yells from right in front of her and Emma finds herself trembling like mad, her pussy dripping.

All of the sudden she feels a hand on her chest and she cries out, her body shivering like crazy. “Here I am, honey,” she hears Mika breathe into her ear. “You and I are going to become intimately acquainted before our time together is over.” Then a hand brushes over her quivering tits, a finger flicking her nipple. She moans softly as her body tingles like mad. She’s perilously close to orgasming; at this point she can barely hold it back!

BSS 06“Gawd, baby; those nipples of yours are so hard!” Then she feels the bitch grab them and twist them a little. She cries out, her body writhing as she whimpers in agony. She had hoped the pain would diminish her arousal, but if anything it has made things worse.

“I think you’re horny,” she hears that voice tease her and she moans again. “Would you like to cum? I think I’d dearly love to see that!” There is cruel amusement in the voice. Emma trembles like mad, her orgasm just beyond the horizon. Hands slither down her body and she tenses, whimpering helplessly. Then she feels it rub over her swollen little nub, and she winces as she instinctively humps forward. Gawd, she needs to cum so fucking bad!

“BITCH!” she hears Mika blurt out and she gets a hand swat in her pussy, causing her to cry out and wince. Then the hand returns and she feels it rubbing her pussy before fingers slip into her dripping cunt and start thrusting hard. Emma screams into her gag as it breaks over her like a massive wave. She shudders until it finally passes, leaving her weak and breathless.

“Why you BITCH!” she hears Mika cry out. “I didn’t fucking give you permission to cum!” A moment later she winces as something smacks her tits. Then it comes up against her wet cunt and she winces and jerks. The South American laughs at her as she is hit again and again with some sort of cat ‘o nine tails – not hard, but certainly enough to make her jerk, wince and grunt. At the same time she feels another orgasm coming on.

BSS 07“CUNT!” she hears Mika blurt out. “WHORE! BITCH! You fucking wanna cum AGAIN??!!” Emma moans and whimpers, her body writhing at the pain mixing with the pleasure. The tails keep hitting her, enough to make it sting a little, but unfortunately not enough to stop her arousal. Then she feels Mika’s hot breath on her face.

“You love it; don’t you, bitch!” Then the hand returns to her pussy and she feels fingers slip inside and begin to thrust. “You cum and you’re dead, bitch! Do you hear me?? DEAD!!” Then the fingers thrust hard into her throbbing cunt and Emma fights like hell to hold it back. When it erupts inside her with a roar, she cries out as she loses control of her body. It finally passes, leaving her even weaker than before… only to be alarmed to hear Mika snort as the gag is pulled out of her mouth. “I’m gonna fix you once and for all, bitch!” she snarls and a moment later Emma feels a cloth press over her mouth and nose. She cries out as the noxious fumes get to her, and a moment later she goes limp as everything around her goes dark…

When consciousness returns Emma discovers that things have gone from bad to worse. She feels like she’s all tied up but for some reason she feels like her body is suspended from the ceiling. Her wrists are tied together, her arms stretched upward, and her legs are tied together around her ankles. Amazingly there is no gag in her mouth.

“Well, I see you’re awake, my pretty!” she hears an ominous voice in the room. It comes from somewhere behind her and she senses she is in big trouble. “Now it’s MY turn to get off!” A moment later she feels something press against her anus, forcing its way inside her.

BSS 08Emma is horrified as she hears the South American giggle. “It’s time I have myself a little Japanese ass,” she hears Mika chuckle cruelly. Her heart rate spikes as a jolt of tingles flood through her body, and she finally finds her voice.

“NOO! YOU CAN’T! DON’T DO IT!” But it slides deeper inside her and she whimpers and moans. Then she cries out again, “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING PAY FOR THIS, BITCH!”

“No, honey; YOU’RE going to pay! I’m going to enjoy fucking the shit out of your ass!” Then it starts thrusting in and out of her anal passage. Emma cries out in agony as her adversary laughs behind her.

Emma yells and screams as Mika brutally fucks her ass. “Let me hear it, bitch!” she laughs. I want your pain! I want to hear your screams! Why do you think I didn’t gag you?”

“You, BITCH!” Emma cries out and her body rocks as the South American thrusts hard into her ass. “So long as I cum I don’t give a shit!” Mika laughs at her.

BSS 09Emma feels a hand reach underneath her and it finds her nub, rubbing in a swirling motion. Instantly her cries and protests are reduced to moans and whimpers as Mika laughs behind her. “Take it, you Asian cunt!” the sex-trafficker gasps excitedly. “Gawd; you’re gonna make me cum again!”

The little PI tries to hold it back; oh how she tries! But her helplessness and the peril of her situation is simply too much for her to bear, especially given the fact that her adversary is getting off on her suffering. Emma moans and then her eyes roll as her body shudders helplessly. Her hands flex as her feet curl, and it isn’t long until she hears the woman behind her cry out in orgasm.

Mika pulls out and brings the strap-on around, forcing Emma to fellate it, tasting her own ass. The South American cackles with glee as Emma grunts and winces.

“Now I have another ass for you to taste, honey,” Mika giggles. “Cooperate and it will go much easier on you. Defy me and I might just use all of this rope I have on hand to hang your sorry ass.” Emma is too weakened from her last orgasm to be defiant, and she puts up no resistance.

She is taken down from her suspension and marched over to a wrought iron single bed with a metal frame on each end. She’s placed onto the mattress on her knees where her ankles are roped and tied to the frame behind her. Her waist is roped to the frame in front of her, pulled forward into an uncomfortable position. She grunts and moans, afraid of what is to come.

“What?” Mika observes with a chuckle. “Is that uncomfortable, bitch?” Then to make matters worse her adversary crawls up onto the bed, crosses her arms behind her back and then ropes them up to the ceiling. “Now my little slut is ready for the next part of her training,” the South American observes with cruel amusement.

Mika moves around and kneels right in front of her, bracing herself up against the metal frame. “Lick my ass, honey,” she giggles. “You’ve tasted yours; now it’s time to taste mine!” Emma is horrified and she cries out, “FUCK YOU!”

In a flash the South American whirls and lashes out, grabbing the Asian by the throat. Emma’s eyes start to bug out as the cruel sex-trafficker starts to squeeze. “So what’ll it be, honey?” she asks ominously. “Are you gonna lick my ass? Or are you willing to die right here on the bed as I slowly choke the life out of your miserable carcass?”

“I’ll lick!” Emma gasps as she manages to get the words out. “I thought you’d see things my way,” Mika chuckles with amusement. She lets go and turns around to brace herself against the metal frame once more. Emma has no choice, not if she wants to live. She tentatively leans forward, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. In no time at all she has the South American breathing heavily. Her captor wriggles her ass against the probing tongue.

BSS 10“That’s MUCH better… oh gawd; right there… mmmmm, such a good little slut!” Emma’s face flushes crimson with humiliation as she’s forced to lick Mika’s ass, and her tormentor sighs with pleasure. “Gawd, honey; I’m going to hate to give you up! Such a good little whore!”

Mika gasps excitedly and then bends forward a little more. “Now the pussy, honey; I’m dripping wet!” Emma is forced to taste the South American’s pussy drippings. Once more she’s hit with a disturbing rush of tingles as her tongue laps up the flowing liquid. It’s infuriating knowing she is getting the woman off, but she has no choice in the matter. What’s more, she is finding it more erotic than she would care to admit.

“FUCK!” Mika gasps. A moment later Emma gets a mouthful of fluid as the South American cums hard. It’s enough to trigger yet another embarrassing orgasm of her own and she moans as she laps up the dripping juices. Then Mika climbs off the bed, leaving the two of them panting heavily. “I think you’ve earned a little reward,” the South American snickers. Emma is alarmed to see the cruel woman produce the same cat ‘o nine tails that had been used on her before. “Scream and you’re dead!” Mika warns. Then the tails begin hitting her breasts, her legs and her ass. Emma winces in agony, inwardly vowing revenge as the South American laughs at her discomfort.

BSS 11“Tell me you want more!” Mika demands. Emma grits her teeth before asking for another lash. It makes contact and she winces in pain. The South American keeps ordering the little PI to ask for more and Emma winces and nods. It is cruel but the Asian is disturbed to discover she’s getting wet again… and greatly aroused.

“Gawd, I love watching you squirm!” Mika gasps excitedly. “But now I need another orgasm from you, baby… and I know just how to put that filthy mouth of yours to use!” Emma grunts in alarm as the woman leaves, only to return with a rather wicked looking strap-on that is designed to be inserted into the mouth and used to fuck the receiver.

“This is for me!” the South American gasps excitedly. She forces it into Emma’s mouth and straps it down around the poor woman’s head. “Now you’re going to fuck me the way a lowly slave SHOULD fuck her Mistress!” Emma’s eyes blaze with hatred and she shakes her head again… until a hand lashes out and wraps around her neck, choking her again.

“Do we have a misunderstanding here?” Mika asks ominously. Emma’s eyes get big again and she feels her pussy moisten with a terrible arousal. She shakes her head and the South American chuckles. “I didn’t think so, bitch! Now get to work!”

In Mika’s other hand is a vibrating wand as she bends over the metal frame. “Now fuck my cunt, bitch!” she demands. “Fuck me like a good slave or there’s going to be hell to pay!” Emma is totally humiliated, but she pushes forward with the strap-on embedded in her mouth until she finds her adversary’s wet opening. She leans forward, pushing the phallus inside. The South American gasps with delight and begins to push back, declaring “Fuck me, bitch! Fuck me!”

BSS 12Emma grunts as she forces the dildo protruding from her mouth in and out of the pussy of her gasping adversary. Mika takes the vibrating wand and touches her own clit with it to add to her sensations, gasping pleasurably. A moment later she screams out, “Yes – yes – YES – FUCK ME NOW!”

Emma recognizes the moment Mika cums. But she cannot stop her own climax from overtaking her, and she shudders from a humiliating orgasm of her own. It is embarrassing as hell being treated like a sex slave. But all she can do is bide her time, hoping for her opportunity to get away and report back to her superiors.

She is forced to continue fucking with the dildo in her mouth until Mika is satisfied, her sexual desires momentarily quenched. To add insult to injury the head strap-on is removed. Then Emma is forced to lick clean the South American’s drenched pussy.

“Get it all, bitch; don’t leave a mess!” she’s told. Emma is ashamed of the intense arousal she experienced, but she does what she is asked until Mika is satisfied. As a reward she is freed from the awkward position she has been in, having been forced to kneel upon the bed all this time.

“Now it’s your turn, honey,” Mika grins at her, waving the wand around. “After all, I’m sure a little slut like you virtually LIVES off orgasms; am I right? I think it’s time to see just how many you can take. What do you think?”

Emma’s eyes widen in alarm. She knows if she’s subjected to many more orgasms she will be too wiped out to attempt any kind of escape. “No!” she gasps anxiously. “I’ve done everything you wanted. Now let me go!”

“Not until I’ve forced more juicy orgasms out of your little slut body,” Mika cackles with glee. Emma tries to struggle, but she ends up being forced down upon the bed again as the South American stretches both arms toward opposing bed frames.

“Get off me!” Emma demands, violently struggling underneath the taller woman. “They know I’m here! They’ll be here any moment now to shut you down!”

“I’m calling your bluff, bitch!” Mika cackles. It isn’t long until Emma’s arms are outstretched and loosely secured to the bed.

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” the little PI hollers. The South American simply laughs at her as she takes one roped ankle and stretches it toward the edge of the bed, tying it off. “TURN ME LOOSE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Emma declares. But Mika grabs her other leg and stretches it toward the opposite bed frame.

Emma is horrified to find herself being stretched spread-eagled on top of the bed. Her left arm and left leg are tied to one side and her right arm and right leg tied to the other. She is nude, her pussy is dripping wet and her nipples are harder than they’ve ever been.

“YOU BETTER FUCKING CUT ME LOOSE!” she tries one last time, only to have Mika come over and force the red ball-gag back into her mouth. She grunts in horror, feeling extremely vulnerable.

“There!” Mika crows triumphantly. “That ought to shut you up!” Then she walks away, leaving Emma squirming and grunting indignantly, lying spread-eagled cross-wise on the bed.

BSS 13When the South American returns Emma sees a vibrating wand in one hand. But when she sees the ominous strap-on again, her eyes widen in horror and she starts shaking her head. “I KNOW you’re a little slut!” Mika giggles at her. “Now it’s time to see just how much of a slut you are!”

The South American moves to the side of the bed and begins to edge the strap-on into the little PI’s quivering pussy. The vibrating wand lies on the bed next to her and she knows she is totally screwed now. She tries to thrash about, but that just allows the dildo to slide deeper inside her. In an instant her defiance has been reduced to helpless moans and whimpers into the ball-gag in her mouth.

BSS 15“Damn, but those nips are hard, baby!” Mika observes cruelly. “I honestly think you’re looking forward to this!”

Emma grunts in agony, shaking her head as her body quivers from a terrible excitement. Then the imitation cock is inside her and Mika starts to rock, causing it to slide in and out of her throbbing cunt. “Time to get fucked, honey,” the South American giggles. Emma is reduced to grunts, moans and whimpers.

Emma’s legs are spread horribly wide, having granted the strap-on easy access into her already sopping wet pussy. Now Mika thrusts it in and out, setting her to wriggling like mad as her arousal cranks up another notch. “Mmmmm!” Mika purrs excitedly. “That’s a GOOD bitch! I can’t WAIT to see you cum! And since I can’t wait…”

Emma suddenly hears the familiar buzz of the vibrating wand. She stiffens in an attempt to brace herself. A moment later she feels it upon her tender clit. With the strap-on thrusting inside her it’s enough to set her off.

She screams as her orgasm devastates her, her hands flexing helplessly as her feet cock and curl. Her eyes roll as her body shudders and she’s hit with a massive wave of white-hot pleasure. Then the vibrating wand is mercifully pulled away, leaving her panting for breath through her nose.

“Yeeeaaaahh!” Mika gasps excitedly. “That is so fucking hot, baby! Watching you cum is so damned erotic! Gawd, honey; I think I’m going to cum too! Let’s see how many more you’ve got hiding in there, shall we?”

Emma whimpers weakly, begging for her adversary to stop. But the rubber cock just keeps thrusting into her overly-heated cunt, rubbing against her velvety walls and driving her insane. Then she hears the buzzing vibrator once more and she winces, whimpering helplessly.

It touches her clit and once again she pops off, screaming into the gag in her mouth as her hips rise up to meet the thrusting strap-on. Her hands flex like crazy, her feet cocking like mad as her eyes start to roll up into the back of her head. A moment later she hears Mika gasp, “GAWD, I’M CUMMING TOO!” Then their mutual cries of sexual passion fill the basement they’re in.

The vibrator is pulled away but for some reason Emma can’t catch her breath. She has a drugged look in her expression. Her mind screams “NO MORE!” but the bitch just laughs at her as the strap-on continues to thrust inside her. It’s driving her insane – making her lose her mind. Then the vibrating wand returns and with a gentle touch on her sensitive clit Emma is screaming again, her hips bucking, her torso rising up as if wanting more.

This orgasm feels worse than the others and her body writhes around like crazy, her mind no longer in control of her motor functions. Her hands struggle feebly with the ropes she’s bound to, and her legs jerk in vain as though trying to pull free from her bindings. Her vision blurs as she hears Mika gasping from yet another orgasm of her own. Then she finds herself lying limp on the bed, totally unable to move.

Emma breathes shallow, her senses momentarily shorted out. Her body feels weak all over, as though it’s been used for a punching bag. Then from out of a foggy haze she hears Mika’s voice…

“Damn; you’re wet, honey! I wonder how you taste!”

OH GAWD; NO…

A moment later Emma feels a mouth on her pussy, feels a tongue lapping up her flowing juices. She hears a murmur of approval, a groan of pleasure. Then she hears the buzzing again, feels it touch her very sensitive clit.

Emma jerks and bucks as her eyes roll into the back of her head. This one is worst of all and it takes her breath away as it batters her into blissful unconsciousness. A moment later her head lolls as her body sags like a rag doll.

As Emma passes out, Mika cums hard one last time. She pants heavily as she removes the ball-gag from the unconscious woman’s mouth. “Damn, honey; you’re going to make a great slut for this middle-eastern man I know. But you should know, baby… he hangs the slaves he’s dissatisfied with… hangs them in the nude in front of his entire harem. I know you’ll probably be defiant to him just once too often, honey. Damn; I wish I could be there when he strings you up!” Then she collapses into a nearby chair, panting heavily as she watches Emma’s chest rise and fall, pondering who she’s going to gather into her evil clutches next…

© 2010; 2015

(written for Emma Apr 21 ’10 by riwa)

(Preview pictures are from whippedass.com and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Male uw bj 4.2 (5)

(repost for the guys and girls who like this)

Now that I’ve broken down his barriers I just can’t help myself. I think he knows what I’m thinking when I suggest we go for another swim. I want something of his in my mouth.

flesh00Once we’re in the water naked I go right for his cock. It’s amazing how hard I get whenever I get to touch it and stroke it while I’m submerged.

flesh00aWhen we surface I kiss him as much as he allows, my tongue hungrily probing his mouth as I anticipate the moment his cock will be between my lips. For some reason I just can’t help myself.

flesh01When we’re both back underwater I can’t help reaching out for his stiff member. My cock is hard and my mouth waters with longing. I want him to skull-fuck me, want to suck him so bad.

flesh02When I first take him into my mouth I feel an arousal unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I think it is because I’m sucking cock underwater, his cock. Knowing I’ve aroused him gets me all worked up.

flesh03When I take him deep he tips his head back and groans, his cock throbbing in my mouth. That’s when I caress his balls, moaning hungrily as I suck him down.

flesh04I can see the look of pleasure in his face when I look up at him. Knowing I’m making him feel so good thrills me and makes me suck his cock even harder.

flesh04aMy dick is hard, and I grunt excitedly as I gulp him down. I reach up to touch his chest and then grab his hand and direct it onto my head. Strangely I want him to force me; it turns me on.

flesh05When he pushes down on my head I feel like a cheap whore. But I can’t help reaching back to touch my cock as he forces me down. It’s hard and throbbing; I’m horny as hell.

flesh06As he starts to thrust up into my mouth I grunt and gurgle as though it’s not something I want to do even though I really do. He knows I do that deliberately, and it makes him push down on my head even more.

flesh07I suddenly take him nice and slow, wanting to leave him in delicious agony. My lungs are burning but I don’t want to go up just yet. I’m too busy enjoying my tasty treat.

flesh08The water stirs above me with my bubbles as I bob up and down on his cock. I’m really excited and I can’t help myself. All I know is that he’s letting me feast on his juicy man-meat while I’m forced to hold my breath.

flesh09I tell myself I’ll stay down as long as it takes to get a mouthful of his spunk. I don’t care if my lungs end up straining for all they’re worth. It’s a part of the excitement, and I enjoy holding my breath and sucking cock.

flesh10I bubble like mad, my lungs needing air. He lets me back up, but I see the look in his eye – the need for release. Then he pushes my head back down onto his meaty pole. He wants to fuck my face, to cum in my mouth. I want that too.

flesh11I never thought he’d let another man suck him. Now I can’t seem to get enough underwater cock. Our time together is short; he’ll be flying back home soon.

flesh12That’s why I enjoy sucking him off in this pool every chance I get. I know we could be swimming around more. But I love the way his cock twitches in my mouth as I try to grant him that much-needed release.

flesh13It’s partly for selfish reasons. My cock gets so hard when I know I’m pleasing him. I can tell by the way he eagerly thrusts into my mouth how much he’s enjoying the blowjob I’m giving him.

flesh14It’s MY mouth he wants to cum into, and that turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. Being underwater only adds to my arousal. My groans and bubbles as I vacuum his dick into my mouth is an incredible thrill.

flesh15That’s why I sometimes struggle a little while he’s forcing me. It’s like he wants to use my mouth for his pleasure whether I’m willing or not. I can tell by the way his cock twitches that he loves the way I suck his meat.

flesh16My cheeks go concave as I vacuum his tasty dick. My tongue licks all around his shaft and it makes him twitch and thrust harder into my mouth. I know it won’t be much longer.

flesh16aWhen I sense he’s close I grab on and caress his balls while sucking him harder. It makes me feel like some kind of slut sucking his dick underwater. But for him I’ll be that slut any time he’ll let me.

flesh16bAir leaks out around his cock in my mouth, and I feel my lungs start to tense up. But I want him to cum in my mouth so bad, so I just keep on sucking. Sometimes I even imagine him cumming in my mouth as he drowns me!

flesh16cWhen I feel him thrust into my mouth again it makes my own cock rock hard. I know that when he cums I’ll probably cum too. I can tell he’s really close.

flesh17When his hand comes down on my head to hold me in place I know he’s just about there. It makes me suck even harder, and I struggle to gulp him down my throat. Sometimes I gag and cough up bubbles just to turn him on.

flesh18At times I really want him to gag me with that hot dick of his. Sometimes I think I would even risk letting him drown me if that’s what it would take to get him off. It’s all about his release, about tasting that creamy load in my mouth.

flesh19I hear him start to groan loudly above the water, and I know it’ll be any second now. So I grab his cock and really start stroking him as I suck him hungrily. My lungs are on fire, but he’s almost there and it makes me push myself.

flesh19aMy cock is so hard I can tell I’m going to cum the moment I receive his load. Then he starts thrusting hard into my mouth; a sure sign. I eagerly cup and massage his balls, urging him to give it all to me.

flesh20My lungs are on fire, but with his first shot into my mouth I furiously stroke my cock until I start to spurt too. We cum together; the moment is incredibly erotic. I’m dizzy as hell, but all I care about is making him shoot his load into my mouth.

flesh21Up at the surface we kiss again and he tastes my cummy lips. His breath is heavy; I know I’ve given him great pleasure. But he’s given me great pleasure as well. I know we’ll do this again and again until our time runs out and we have to go our separate ways…

flesh22© 2010; 2015

(written Feb 20 ’10 by riwa)

(Vidcaps found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

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Anchor’s Away! 3.5 (4)

(repost)

Janet wriggled and squirmed in her black latex outfit. Normally she would have enjoyed the feel of tight latex upon her skin, the feel of her outfit cut well up her thighs as her breasts were deliciously encapsulated. But her current situation was anything but normal.

Unbelievably, Skip had attached her to a large anchor standing on the very edge of her indoor pool! Her arms were secured behind her back, her legs cuffed to the lower part of the anchor! She could actually see herself in the long mirror in front of her… see her reflection indicating the peril she was in!

For Janet was indeed in great peril. One gentle shove and she would go over backward into the pool! And with the weight of the anchor there would be no way she would be coming back up on her own!!

“SKIP?!” she called out anxiously. “Skip, where ARE you??!!”

1“I’m here, Janet,” a voice echoed from some loudspeaker. “I’m watching you!!” There was a hint of amusement in the voice… amusement and menace.

“SKIP?? WHAT’S GOING ON?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME??”

“Isn’t it obvious, Janet? You’re about to go for a little swim!”

“BUT I CAN’T GET LOOSE FROM THIS ANCHOR, SKIP! IF YOU WANTED TO WATCH ME SWIM THEN WHY AM I TIED TO THIS ANCHOR??”

“Because I want more than a little swim out of you, Janet. I want to watch you drown.”

“DROWN??!!” and Janet’s heart skipped a beat. She could feel a terrible throb in her pussy from the latex and from the words of a man she’d known and trusted for ages.

“YOU’RE GOING TO DROWN ME, SKIP??!!” she asked in utter astonishment.

“Yes, Janet. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” There was an element of excitement in his voice… almost as though he was looking forward to this.

“But WHY?? WHY, SKIP??!!”

“Isn’t it obvious, Janet? I’ve grown tired of you. It’s time to make a change.”

“A change?? SKIP, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??!!” Now she was hyperventilating, her pussy all wet and mushy down below. Gawd; this was erotic torture!

“I’ve decided to see someone new, Janet.” Skip’s voice said evenly. “You understand. We had a good run, you and I. But all good things must come to an end I suppose. And since you are a mermaid I think it only fitting that you spend your final moments at the bottom of the pool. Naturally I couldn’t allow you to swim free. So I made other, shall we say… arrangements?”

Janet’s heart fluttered in growing panic. Gawd; he was SERIOUS!! It had finally come to this… and she’d never seen it coming!!!

“SKIP, WAIT!” she called out. “IT DOESN’T HAVE TO END THIS WAY!”

“Oh yes it does, Janet,” he replied calmly. “Drowning you really is the best way. Besides, I’ve made arrangements so that with that latex you are wearing – and as you hold your final breath – you will have a rather glorious orgasm as you drown.”

“SKIP; NOO!!!”

“Anchor’s away, Janet!” Then she felt herself start to tip over.

2Janet let out a cry as the anchor went over backwards, her mind screaming, “THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!!”

3Then she inhaled sharply just as she hit the water with a splash…

4Janet grunted as the surface of the pool covered her… as she took what was to be her very last breath. She very nearly orgasmed right then and there!

5She stared up at the surface in shock as the anchor took her down. She was unable to comprehend why Skip had decided to drown to her! It was simply inconceivable!!

6She hit the bottom of the pool with a thud, looking up in shock and dismay as her cheeks began to bulge. She was hot and bothered in her latex, her pussy all wet and mushy. She could feel her orgasm closing in on her, ready to overtake her at any moment!

7Her mind screamed, “SKIP, NOOOO!!” Then the horrific eroticism of her situation became too much for her to hold back. Her breath exploded out of her mouth as her orgasm overtook her, completely enveloping her in a wave of white hot pleasure.

8Janet shuddered as her orgasm seemed to go on and on. Then she instinctively inhaled and her eyes flew open! She grunted and gurgled as her body bucked and shuddered, a second more powerful orgasm overtaking her.

Janet moaned and shuddered, drowning as she climaxed so very, very hard. Then her consciousness started to diminish. Her last thought was incredulity as she wondered why Skip had chosen to get rid of her. Then she faded away, staring up at the surface with a blank look in her expression…

9Janet suddenly sat up in bed, breathing heavily. The sheets were completely soaked, the dream still fresh in her mind. It was just as disturbing as it had been so terribly erotic.

She got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Then she went over to her computer, unable to go back to sleep. The dream had been much too unnerving.

Instinctively she clicked on her email. Amazingly there was a message from Skip. Janet gasped anxiously as she opened it up, her fingers trembling on the keyboard…

Dear Janet,

You were on my mind today and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me! I will always love and appreciate you! You have given me great pleasure over the years and I look forward to many more years to come.

Get some rest, my darling! I love my mermaid with all my heart!

Skip

Janet read the message again with tears in her eyes. Then she shut off her computer and went back to bed. This time there would be no crazy dream as to how he felt about her or whether or not he still loved her. She would be able to sleep the sleep of the loved and cherished. And tomorrow she would find some way of doing something special for Skip in the pool as her way of showing him her great love for him…

© 2012

(written for Skip Sep 23 by riwa)

(Posers are provided by Skip and are for illustration purposes only.)

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May 23, 2015 Update 3 (2)

(A very, very late update I’m afraid…)

I FINALLY returned from a trip to see mother this past week. I’d been wanting to see her since early April, but things never seemed to work out. I finally got the opportunity to go despite some less than ideal weather.

We had an enjoyable visit, and I took a lot of pictures. Then I sent some of those pictures to one of the ladies I write for. She observed how happy mother looked and how close we appeared to be as mother and son. She is correct, and I try not to think about a future that may not have her in it for whatever reasons; ie., sickness, accident, etc.

Mom showed me one of the new Scheels stores in town, and we were both visibly impressed. Of course I took my camera to get lots of pictures. Naturally what caught my eye the most was the large aquarium toward the front of the store. If you google Scheels Aquarium you will find some interesting information about it. (Naturally it got me to thinking about story ideas.)

5-21 058Sadly I was unable to visit with my sister. When I got to her building there was a notice posted on the door about a stomach virus going around and that perhaps a visit should be put off until later. Mom has plans of going to see her soon and I hope to hear that she is doing all right and that she did not get too sick.

Rent is going up here and I am in the middle of trying to decide should I stay or should I go (sounds like the lyrics to a Clash song). I moved last year, and the thought of moving again makes me groan and wince. But change is a part of life, and if I do decide to move I know it will all work out for the best.

I wish to thank those of you who have donated and who have purchased stories at the UWFetish store. I actually made enough to pay for fuel and motels for this past trip. Every sale and donation helps, and I am very appreciative. You have all been very kind to me and I greatly appreciate you stopping by and finding some story to enjoy.

Warm weather is coming and I hope you all have a fantastic summer. Enjoy your time with friends and family. All too often we read stories that remind us how precious life is and how short it can be sometimes. So enjoy each day and take good care of yourselves and your families.

Thanks for stopping by…

Addendum

I wrote this so quick that I totally forgot to mention that mom and I went to the cemetery where her many relatives are buried. It is also where my grandfather is interred. He served in World War II.

It is sobering to see how many are buried there who died in service to our country. Had he not returned safely I have to question if I would even be here today. There are so many who gave the ultimate sacrifice. I shudder to contemplate what might have happened had we been forced to invade the islands of Japan and the countless number of lives that would have been lost on both sides.

Mom left some flowers there as she told me how people back in her day seemed to be a lot more respectful of the dead. Maybe she’s right. But what really sobered me was when she pointed at a certain section of the cemetery.

“You see how many flowers are missing from those graves over there?” Then she pointed at a newer section and replied, “It’s because the people who would have brought flowers are now buried over in that section.” She knows so many friends and family interred there that it made me realize just how old we both are.

I’m not sure why I decided to add this part. But for some reason it seems pertinent at this time of year. Maybe it is meant for someone… or maybe it is just meant for me for reflection. If that is the case, please don’t mind me as I occasionally need to be shaken out of my daily routine to be reminded that there are greater things in life to think about every now and then…

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