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The gift of her lover’s nylons 3.6 (7)

Posted on March 10, 2015 by riwa

(edited and reposted)

She didn’t see me come up behind her while she was working in the kitchen of her lover’s discreet apartment planning an intimate dinner for two. She didn’t know I’d been waiting for her, hadn’t bothered to check the entire apartment to make sure she was alone. All she’d done was come straight into the bedroom and discover the pair of nylon stockings her lover had left for her as a gift.

She took them back out with her to the kitchen, muttering to herself how sweet he was. She left them hanging on the pantry door while she started working on dinner, although I have no reason why she did being as how she was already wearing hosiery with her heels. Fortunately for me they were going to come in handy.

She looked sexy in her blonde hairdo and her short, light blue dress with the strings in back that secured it around her neck and backside. I could certainly understand why another man might find her desirable, especially in her nylons and black high heels. But I wasn’t there to understand. I was hired to make her pay for cheating on her husband, and I was determined to carry out my task.

She let out a yelp of surprise when I grabbed her from behind. Then she started screaming as I wrestled her down to the floor. I grabbed one of the nylons hanging from the pantry door as I forced her down onto her stomach and pulled her arms behind her back. “Shut up, bitch, or it’ll go bad for you!” I growled. “Now stop fighting me!”

“Why are you DOING this?” she sobbed into the floor as I finished tying her wrists behind her back. “What do you WANT with me?”

“Just shut up and stay still!” I growled in warning. She whimpered with fright, a delicious whimper that excited me as I carried about my business.

When I was through I pulled her up to her knees. “Please!” she whimpered. “Let me go!”

“I can’t do that,” I said quietly, looking around. When I saw the other half of her nylons hanging from the door I reached out for them too, quickly deciding how best to use the other one.

A smile suddenly came to my lips under my black hood as I thought about it. This might work out better than I’d anticipated! I found it deliciously ironic, ending the life of an adulterer by using the gift of her lover’s nylons.

“What are you going to DO??” she gasped, whimpering in fear. But she quickly figured things out the minute I wrapped the nylon stocking around her neck. Then I grabbed both ends and started to pull.

“I’m going to KILL you, my dear,” I told her matter-of-factly, and she gasped in horror. Her cry of alarm was instantly cut off as she gawked and gurgled. Then she began to struggle violently.

“Sorry, honey; no hard feelings,” I said apologetically. “It’s just business, baby. Your husband wants me to end your affair with your lover, and he gave me explicit instructions to kill you.” She rasped for breath as her arms jerked behind her back.

“Nice and slow, I’m afraid,” I added after a brief pause. “I think you really pissed him off. So this is probably going to take a couple of minutes” Her garbled cry of “NOOO!” as she tried to breathe was actually kind of sexy.

I maintained a steady tension on the nylon stocking around her neck, not enough to choke her right out, but certainly enough to make it hard to breathe. She wriggled and struggled in the kneeling position, her arms jerking up and down behind her back. She rasped and gurgled, still getting air but finding it all but impossible to scream. Then I pulled her back over my knee to get a better grip, forcing her to look up at the ceiling.

She put up a hell of a fight, finally kicking her legs out from underneath. I must admit that I enjoyed it immensely. The more she struggled the more I forced her lower and lower to the floor with the inevitability of her impending death.

Her legs flew out in every direction as she struggled to pull in each new breath, her heels sliding all over the kitchen tile. Her secured hands came around her body as though she was trying to reach the nylons that threatened to cut off her air supply. But all she could do was helplessly flex her hands. The whole scene was terribly erotic.

I resisted the urge to talk to her, resisted the urge to tell her to keep fighting just for my benefit. She was certainly getting me all worked up as she fought for her life. Her mouth gaped open as though that might help her gain better access to more gulps of the air she needed to live. Her tongue protruded out past those crimson lips of her, and her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe, her face darkening considerably.

I held her there for a few more delicious moments, her wonderful gasps and kicks rewarding me for this particularly enjoyable assignment. Then I decided it was time to take her beyond the edge. So I pulled the nylon stocking ever tighter around that lovely neck of hers. Her gasps and gurgles took on an urgent tone as her kicks became more frantic, her hands flailing and flexing wildly as though they might fly off her arms.

I held her there for another minute or so before pulling even harder, causing the nylon stocking to dig itself into the folds of her neck. If anything it triggered a renewed burst of desperate energy. Her eyes and mouth widened, her gurgles deliciously emphasizing the wild flailing of her feet. By now she was flat on her back on the floor, giving me an easier grasp of the nylons I was holding onto.

I finally decided it was time to put her out of her agony. “Ok, honey; I think that’s enough suffering,” I told her gently. “Time for you to die now, baby.” And with that I pulled as hard as I could.

There was a final, delicious explosion of activity on her part as her feet flew in every direction. No sound came out of her mouth other than a few soft gurgles, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe. Her hands wiggled behind her back, flexing like crazy as her feet flew upward in a final attempt to struggle. Then they collapsed onto the tile floor with a heavy thud as her hands dropped away behind her back. Then she was still.

I maintained the tension as her body shuddered in death, and I heard a rattle of sorts deep in her chest. Her lips quivered as though she was trying one last time to speak. Her eyes fluttered a little before she seemed to relax with a gurgly sigh.

There was the occasional muscle twitch, but she was no longer conscious to be aware of her muscle spasms. Her face softened as her lifeless eyes stared upward from the agony of strangulation. Her juicy red lips were parted enough to reveal her pearly whites.

I knew she was gone, although I held the tension for another minute or so. But there was really no need. At last I let go of the nylon stocking around her throat, allowing it to drape across her neck.

Her husband wanted some lewd pictures of her corpse, so I lifted up her skirt and tore a hole in her nylons. She was wet down below; she must have experienced a horrific arousal while I was strangling her. I decided it was good that her body enjoyed itself on some level before the traitorous bitch had been strangled to death.

I untied the strings to her dress around her neck and pulled her top down. She had a nice set of titties, highlighted by her tan lines. Her nipples were erect; she’s obviously experienced some sort of arousal during her suffering. There was a distinct smell of cum and urine; perhaps she had climaxed in her final moments.

I lewdly positioned her body before snapping some pictures from several angles. She was quite the stunner; no wonder it was so easy for her to be unfaithful. At least I would be able to tell my client she would never fuck another man’s cock again.

Just to make sure, I snapped a few shots from a couple more angles. Then I took my leave. With any luck, her recent lover would get blamed for strangling her with those nylons…

(written Dec 2 by riwa)

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Touring the Slaughterhouse 4.5 (21)

Posted on March 7, 2015 by riwa

Note: this was one I wrote for Dorothy and her friends a couple of years ago. It’s been idling in my archives for awhile and I thought some of you might enjoy it. So I decided to post it. I know they sure enjoyed it way back then when I let each one read it.

Aneeqa couldn’t help smiling at her guests. Dorothy was all wide-eyed seeing the inner workings of the processing plant. But her friend’s half-sister Zilpha was all but hyperventilating as she looked all around. Aneeqa wondered if the poor thing had climaxed the moment she’d seen the inside of the slaughterhouse.

The place was empty, the machines quiet on a Sunday afternoon. Aneeqa was giving them the private tour. After all, they’d driven a long way to see her and she wanted to show them everything.

Showing Zilpha was a special treat. She’d been teasing the poor woman relentlessly over the phone and Internet over her fantasies of being slaughtered. Now Zilpha was getting to see it all firsthand! Aneeqa could only imagine the fun she would have in the future while instant messaging her excitable friend now that she’d seen the processing plant.

There was one more location she needed to show them and she smiled inwardly. She knew this would get them both, especially Zilpha. “If you’ll follow me…” she told them as she led them off in another direction.

When she led them through a set of heavy plastic folds they both gasped at what they saw. This was the slaughter room! The pulley system up in the ceiling and the big drain in the floor were both dead giveaways! A plain metal table sat nearby.

“This is where we halal the animals,” Aneeqa calmly explained as though leading a tour group. “They are chained by their hind legs and pulled through to this point where their throats are slit. They bleed out right here and then are shoved into the next room. Their heads are cut off and then they end up going through all those assembly lines in the main room I showed you where they are butchered and processed.”

She paused to gauge their reactions, enjoying this part of the “tour”. Dorothy was naturally excited about being there; that much was obvious. But Zilpha looked like she was going to have a seizure or something! Aneeqa couldn’t help chuckling inwardly at the effect this was having on her friend. With any luck she might actually get to see the poor woman orgasm right then and there!

“Gawd!” Zilpha blurted out, quivering like a leaf. “They hang right in here and their throats are slit right here over the drain??”

“That’s right, love,” Aneeqa chuckled. “Why? Would you like to know what it feels like?”

“Gawd; COULD WE??” Zilpha was breathless.

Dorothy looked at her sister as though she was nuts. But Aneeqa could tell the woman would be just as game as her sister. With a little luck she could REALLY tease them!

“Sure!” Aneeqa said with a sly grin. “Of course I’ll have to ask you both to strip.”

“Strip??” Dorothy wasn’t so sure she wanted their friend to see her in all her naked glory.

“Of course, love!” Aneeqa chuckled pleasantly. “None of the animals that come in here are clothed! If you two want the full experience then you’ll have to strip!”

Zilpha was already starting to undress. She had an amazing look on her face… as though she was numb, about to be lead to the slaughter! Aneeqa almost laughed out loud over the effect her little tour was having on her friends.

Dorothy looked at her sister and then shook her head. “Silly bitch!” she muttered under her breath. Then she started to strip as well.

Both sisters proceeded to remove every stitch of clothing they were wearing. Aneeqa felt a tremor of excitement as she watched them. It wasn’t that she had leanings toward women or anything like that. It was just that she was getting excited with the plans she had to really tease them once they were hanging in place.

When they were done Aneeqa brought in a couple of chains attached to the ceiling pulley system. She proceeded to tie the arms behind the backs of both sisters. Then she arranged to have them pulled up into the air until they were hanging upside down off the ground, their heads at about eye level with her.

“How do you like it so far?” she asked, amusement in her voice.

“Gawd, love!” Dorothy gasped. “This is incredible! I think I’m about to wee myself!”

“Well don’t worry about that!” Aneeqa chuckled. “That’s what the drains are for!” Then she walked up to Zilpha, giving her a slight push and setting her to softly swaying back and forth.

“What about you, love?” Poor Zilpha could only moan softly, her body already writhing and trembling noticeably.

“Got to get to work now!” Aneeqa said suddenly. Then she went over to a table and retrieved a wicked looking knife from a sliding metal drawer. She gave her two friends a nasty grin as she picked out a whetstone and started sharpening the blade.

“It’s very important to have a sharp instrument when you slice the throat,” she explained, talking casually to her knife. “The blade has to slice right through on the first cut. After all, we have a large number of animals to process each day and we want things to go smoothly. There’s no time for dilly-dallying so the sharper the knife, the better!”

Dorothy suddenly gasped aloud, her eyes big as saucers. Then she closed her lips tight as though she wanted to keep from screaming. Poor Zilpha appeared to writhe and shudder. Aneeqa just kept calmly sharpening the blade on the whetstone as though oblivious to the erotic excitement of her two dangling friends.

“You should see the animals once their throats are slit,” she went on as though still guiding some sort of tour. “Sometimes their bodies really wriggle and writhe about when they’re bleeding out. I’ve seen goats jerk around quite a bit. And some of the pigs we get in here really wriggle around once their throats are cut. It makes me wonder what they’re thinking about… what their bodies are going through as they bleed out!” Then she ran the knife hard over the whetstone for emphasis.

Dorothy suddenly screamed, her body writhing like crazy. Zilpha’s eyes rolled as she wriggled and squirmed like a fish on a hook. It looked for all the world like both sisters had just endured amazing orgasms! Damn; what an arousing sight to behold!

Aneeqa couldn’t help herself. She chuckled aloud, watching both naked women writhing and gyrating in midair as they hung upside down. She also couldn’t help wondering if both women would thank her afterwards for those incredible orgasms they’d just succumbed to!

“I have one more surprise for you two,” she said with a mischievous smile. “You see, I’m not allowed to be in here during the butchering process. My father thinks it’s supposed to be a man’s job, you know? So it really wouldn’t be my place to halal you both. However…” and her smile got even bigger. “I’ve invited someone to join us who should have no trouble halaling either one of you.”

She turned toward the heavy folds to the inner workings of the processing plant. Then she called out to someone. “Riwa? I think they’re ready for you!”

Both women gasped in shock and humiliation. Then a man stepped through the heavy plastic folds. He was in white coveralls as though he was ready for the messy work of butchering! Both instantly recognized him from pictures they’d seen of his face.

“FUCK!” Dorothy gasped, her eyes wide.

“BLOODY HELL!” Zilpha blurted out, her body trembling even more.

Both sisters gasped again as Aneeqa turned and handed the knife she’d been sharpening over to their new guest. “I got them ready for you, love,” she told him with a chuckle. “You’ll never believe how fast they got out of those clothes and allowed me to hang them upside down! They’re both so gullible!”

She giggled as he accepted the knife. Then she stepped back as though to observe his work as he approached the two swaying, dangling sisters. He slowly stepped up to Dorothy, admiring her glistening body as she writhed and whimpered. She appeared to be totally embarrassed meeting him this way, hanging upside down buck naked!

“So nice to finally get to meet you in person,” he told her, reaching out to caress her quivering tits. “Aneeqa thought this would be the best way for us to make introductions. Ready to be halaled?”

He casually held the blade of the knife up to Dorothy’s throat as though ready to slice from ear to ear. That’s when she orgasmed again, screaming helplessly as her body writhed and squirmed all caught up in the throes of a massive climax. He smiled as he admired her hard nipples, noticing the trickle running down from between her legs. No doubt she’d wee’d herself while cumming up a storm.

“What about you, love?” he asked her sister as he stepped over. A red-faced Zilpha gasped and squirmed, writhing and whimpering like crazy. “Would you like to see your sister go first?” he asked politely as he caressed her quivering tits. “Or would you like to do the honors?” Then he held the blade up against her throat.

Zilpha’s eyes rolled. Then she started jerking and writhing in orgasm as little grunts and whimpers emanated out of her throat. Riwa chuckled before turning to see Aneeqa standing there with this big grin on her face, looking like the cat that had just proudly swallowed the canary.

“You were right, love,” he told her with a smile. “They ARE gullible! If I didn’t know better I’d SWEAR they actually want to feel the blade for real! You suppose I should halal them and then run their bodies through that big mincer in there?” and he motioned into the main part of the plant.

“That would be ok with me, love,” she purred, playing right along. “They can feed all the dogs and cats of Northern England! Who knows! Some of their body parts might even make it out of the UK to feed animals all over the world!”

She chuckled as she grinned at both naked, dangling sisters. Dorothy gasped and shuddered, unable to believe her eyes and ears. They were actually talking as though they might be SERIOUS!!

Zilpha whimpered pitifully, her naked body writhing and swaying helplessly. This was her fantasy more than Dorothy’s! But truth be told, she didn’t know if she might actually want it for real!! It was so terribly erotic that she could hardly think straight!!

“I really think we should do it, love,” Riwa said to Aneeqa. “They both look like they want it; don’t you agree? And it will certainly be easy enough to dispose of their bodies! You told me the mincer would grind them up into food for the dogs and cats of Northern England! Imagine someone opening a can of dog food and feeding it to their little terrier, totally unaware they are feeding them ground Dorothy or ground Zilpha!”

Aneeqa chuckled as she wrapped an arm around Riwa. “I concur wholeheartedly,” she purred. “Besides, poor Zilpha over there looks like she can’t wait to watch you halal her sister and then do her next!”

Dorothy gasped again; Zilpha shuddered and moaned. Then Riwa surprised them all by pulling Aneeqa’s arms hard behind her back. Before she could protest she heard the sound of a zip tie painfully securing her wrists together.

“Ow, love; not so hard!” she gasped, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. This wasn’t part of her plans to tease Dorothy and Zilpha at all! Was Riwa improvising on the fly? Ok, she’d play along for now!

Riwa forced her to the floor as she put up a struggle for him. Dorothy and Zilpha watched with horrified expressions. It was obvious they couldn’t tell for sure if this was all a part of the show or not!

Riwa pulled out a ball gag from within his coveralls and forced it into Aneeqa’s mouth. She began putting up a protest, telling him how much trouble he was going to be in! But it did her no good!

He dragged her to a spot directly behind a dangling Zilpha. Then he brought down the chain and secured her ankles as though she was now last in line. When he lifted her up she was left dangling upside down off the floor, grunting indignantly.

The two sisters watched in shock as Riwa began pulling Aneeqa’s clothes off. When he ran into trouble he simply used the knife to cut them free. Aneeqa let out an indignant scream; shredding her clothes was NOT supposed to be part of the scenario!

When she was completely naked he lifted her up onto the pulley system until her head was even with that of her two friends. “There!” he said with a smile. “Now the dogs and cats of England will get to feast on THREE instead of two!”

Dorothy couldn’t find the words to utter; this was just too incredible to comprehend!! Zilpha just writhed and moaned, feeling herself drift dangerously toward wanting Riwa to slit her throat and enjoy her dance of death! Aneeqa grunted helplessly, wondering how this had gotten so out of hand! Had she unwisely put her trust in a man she had only recently met??

Riwa walked up to Dorothy, the knife in his hand. Then he carefully ran the flat of the blade over her quivering breasts. She moaned and whimpered, on the verge of wetting herself yet again!

“Was this what you envisioned how your final fantasy would be fulfilled?” he asked her softly. “Did you picture me slicing your neck like this?” Then he grabbed a handful of hair and roughly jerked her head back, holding the knife up against her throat.

Dorothy’s eyes flew open in complete and utter horror! Then she screamed as she orgasmed hard, weeing herself once more in the process as cum and urine trickled done her chest between her quivering mounds. Her body writhed and jerked about as she helplessly hung upside down.

But Riwa didn’t slit her throat. Instead he walked up to Zilpha, a dangerous glint in his eye. Then he grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head back and then held the blade up against her throat.

“I’ll bet you’d like me to slit YOUR throat; am I right, love? I can see it in your eyes!”

Zilpha moaned and whimpered as she hyperventilated like crazy. “Gawd yes, love!” she breathed. “Do it!” She was out of her mind from a horrific arousal, her body tingling like crazy as she writhed and squirmed. She literally had no comprehension of what she was actually agreeing to!!

For a minute it actually looked like he was going to do it! Then Riwa let her head go and moved on to the last one in line. “What about you, love?” he asked, his eyes flashing with wicked glee. “I’ll bet you didn’t expect this part, did you!”

Aneeqa grunted through the ball gag in her mouth, her eyes wide with fright as she shook her head. This was not at all part of her planned scenario for the two unsuspecting sisters! She’d only wanted to tease them mercilessly! But now Riwa was acting like he had a scenario of his own he was now unfolding!!

“Maybe I should do you first,” Riwa said thoughtfully, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back, exposing her neck. “Maybe Dorothy and Zilpha should see what I’m going to do to them, don’t you think?”

Aneeqa grunted in horror, writhing about like crazy as she dangled upside down. Her eyes were wide with fright as she whimpered into the ball gag in her mouth. She hadn’t expected this at all!!

The plan was simply to tease Dorothy and Zilpha before finally taking them down! He was supposed to scare them with the knife before it was all over! Riwa hadn’t discussed this part of the scenario with her at all!!

“You DID say you wanted to watch,” Riwa told her. “So I suppose you should go last.” Then without further ado he walked up to Dorothy.

“Say goodbye to your sister,” he said to Zilpha, looking right at her. Then he grabbed Dorothy by a handful of hair. He roughly pulled her head back… and then slashed the knife completely across her throat!! Dorothy’s eyes flew open in shock as blood spewed out of the wound in her neck!

Zilpha let out a cry of horror as Aneeqa grunted in absolute shock! Dorothy’s naked body gyrated wildly as though fighting against the massive loss of blood she was now experiencing! Instinctively she wet herself again as she orgasmed one final time, her slashed throat making all sorts of rasping, gurgling sounds.

Riwa held her head back by a handful of hair so that her face would not be covered with her own blood. “Is this the way they do it, Aneeqa?” he asked politely. All she could do was blink her eyes in shock and awe as though she was not actually seeing what her mind was telling her she was seeing!

Dorothy’s convulsions and gyrations lessened until she finally made no further movements other than the occasional twitch or muscle spasm. It had taken less than twenty seconds before most of the blood had been drained from her body! Then he let go of her head, allowing it to hang at a crazy angle.

Riwa looked down to see that the drain was performing according to design. Most of Dorothy’s blood had already disappeared through the grate in the floor. No doubt it was accumulating in that tank outside the plant.

“Now what?” Riwa asked a totally horrified Aneeqa. “You cut the head off next like this?” Then he began sawing on tissue and bone until Dorothy’s head came actually away from her body.

He placed it down on the table so that her head was looking at both her friend/tour guide and sister. There was a vacant expression in her eyes, her expression having sagged in death. One could tell she’d been shocked at the final moment before she’d bled out.

“And now the mincer, right?” Riwa asked Aneeqa as though getting instructions from her. “Right through there into the main processing room, right?” Then he pushed the headless body along the pulley system in the ceiling until he passed through the folds of plastic and disappeared.

Zilpha moaned softly, her mind unable to comprehend what she’d just witnessed! She was on the verge of a devastating orgasm herself! She simply couldn’t believe he’d actually halaled her sister like that!!

Aneeqa couldn’t believe it either! This was supposed to be a session of teasing, not one of butchering!! Then the folds parted and both women could see clearly into the next room!

Riwa had Dorothy’s body down from the chain in the ceiling. It was lying on a table over by a large machine. “This it?” he called out to Aneeqa. Then he began feeding the naked body feet first into an opening.

There was a sudden sound of the grinding of flesh and bone!! Gawd; he’d turned the bloody thing on!! Moments later what remained of Dorothy’s body was sucked inside! Zilpha let out a horrified cry as she witnessed her sister being turned into dog food right before her very eyes!!

Riwa left the machine running as he returned. “She went fast,” he observed with a smile as he picked up the bloody knife from the metal table. Then he walked up to Zilpha, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. “Any parting thoughts?” he asked politely.

Zilpha opened her mouth but the words simply wouldn’t come. Behind her Aneeqa began grunting anxiously, shaking her head as she begged him through the gag in her mouth not to do it! Then Riwa took the knife and brought it hard across Zilpha’s throat, making a clean slice through flesh as he severed trachea, arteries and veins!

Zilpha jerked as she let out a gurgle. Then her naked body began writhing wildly as she started to bleed out. A stream of urine trickled down her body from her having wet herself. Aneeqa could only stare in abject horror!

“Am I getting it right?” Riwa asked her. “She sure is bleeding out fast! And the drain is catching it all!” Aneeqa blinked and then shook her head, unable to awaken from the nightmare she found herself in!

It took even less time for Zilpha to bleed out before her body stopped writhing. The flow of blood reduced to a trickle as Riwa sawed away against flesh and bone. When her head came free he placed it on the table next to Dorothy, giving Aneeqa a horrifying view of the heads of both sisters sitting side by side.

“Dog food time!” Riwa proclaimed loudly as he pushed the body into the main processing room. Aneeqa writhed about as she dangled helplessly, watching in horror from her unobstructed view as he brought Zilpha’s body down from the pulley in the ceiling.

He laid her out on the table before placing her legs into the mincer. Once more the machine started to grind loudly as her naked body was pulled inside. Aneeqa could only watch helplessly as Zilpha vanished to join her sister!

Riwa returned with a smile, retrieving the knife for one last slaughter. “That went well, don’t you think?” he asked, lovingly caressing her quivering tits. “I’d say that really teased them mercilessly, wouldn’t you?”

She grunted in horror, begging to be brought down. She didn’t want to die… didn’t want to end up as dog food! Now her family would have nothing to bury, just like the family of poor Dorothy and Zilpha!!

“You were right; they sure orgasmed hard,” Riwa observed. “I’ll bet you can’t wait to join them, can you? Well, let’s not keep you waiting, shall we?”

She started to grunt into the ball gag in pure terror. Riwa removed it before leaning down. “What’s that you were trying to say?” he asked inquisitively.

“GAWD; DON’T DO THIS!” she cried out.

“Sorry,” was his response as he grabbed a handful of her hair. But he didn’t seem to be the least bit sorry as he jerked her head back, exposing her neck! She didn’t even get out a scream before the knife slashed one final time.

Aneeqa’s eyes flew open in horror as her naked body started to writhe and jerk about. Her mouth opened and closed but she could draw no air into her lungs! She rasped and gurgled as her body jerked around, her life’s blood pouring out of the wound in her neck to flow through the drain in the floor and disappear from view.

Riwa caressed her quivering mounds, admiring her body while feeling how hard her nipples had become as she bled out. A stream of urine trickled down her chest from her wetting herself. Then her body went still as the flow of blood from her wound was reduced to a small stream and then a trickle.

Riwa commenced to sawing through her neck until her head came away from her body. He placed the head next to those of her friends, all three heads staring with tired looks of shock in their eyes. Then he proceeded to push the naked body into the main room.

He unhooked her from the pulley system in the ceiling, laying her out on the table. Then he pointed her feet into the mincer, shoving her into the machine. It grabbed her feet and pulled her right in, making that loud grinding sound as it crunched through flesh and bone. Within moments she was gone, her flesh and bone chewed up into a nice mixture for the dogs and cats of the country.

Riwa calmly walked back to the slaughter room. Then he paused to look at the heads of all three women. “It was nice meeting you, ladies,” he said to them. “But I really must be going now.” Then he picked up all three heads by three handfuls of hair, carrying the sisters cheek to cheek in one hand and Aneeqa in the other.

He carried them inside over to the mincer. Then he set them down on the table next to each other. He grabbed Dorothy’s head first and kissed her lips.

“You really were a kinky bitch, weren’t you!” he admitted. Then he looked at Aneeqa’s head. “Isn’t that right, love? She was a kinky bitch, wasn’t she!” Then he carelessly tossed the head into the mincer.

There was a loud crunching noise as it was ground up into mush. Then Riwa picked up Zilpha’s head next. He kissed her lips and then smiled at her.

“I guess this was more your fantasy than your sister’s, right love? I hope it was everything you hoped it would be!” Then he tossed her head into the mincer as well. There was another crunching sound as the machine chewed up flesh and bone.

Riwa picked up Aneeqa’s head last and smiled at her. “Did I fool you, love? I guess that’s ok! We sure teased the hell out of those sisters, didn’t we!” Then he kissed her lips before tossing her skull into the mincer.

The crunching sound indicated Aneeqa’s head was joining the rest of her body in a nice mix for the animals of the UK. Then Riwa brushed his hands as though indicating the task was completed. He did a little bit of cleanup before collecting three sets of garments and leaving, hoping the owners would figure some enterprising worker had come in on his day off to churn up some meat for the dogs and cats of Northern England…

(idea by Aneeqa and written for her, Dorothy and Zilpha Oct 12 by riwa)

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Janet and the Octopus 3.8 (4)

Posted on March 3, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

It didn’t make sense! Dr. Crocker wanted her to go outside the facility into the lagoon because a valve wasn’t working?! What the hell was a valve doing out in the middle of the lagoon in the first place??

It was dark outside when she stepped out and put on her dive mask, weight belt and pink dive fins. Strangely she hadn’t been able to find her pink bikini for this quick free-dive, forcing her to do it nude. And strangely she was feeling more than a little uncomfortable… and aroused!

Something didn’t feel right. Why was the good doctor asking her to carry out this assignment? She wasn’t even being granted a scuba tank!

She walked out onto the dock and then looked down dubiously into the water, wondering why the hell this task had fallen on her shoulders! She was a decent enough breath-holder and she knew she was capable of holding it for a reasonable amount of bottom-time. But she wasn’t sure where this valve was supposed to be out in the lagoon. Why not order one of the divers on site to do it?

She shook her head as she looked down into the water. If it was somewhere at the bottom toward the middle of the lagoon then she would need to hold her breath for a good fifteen to twenty seconds just to get down there. Finding the valve would be one thing, but turning it might be something else.

She figured it was probably going to take a minute to a minute and a half to accomplish her task; that is, if she didn’t have to come up to the surface to refill her lungs. She wasn’t sure how hard it would be to turn the valve. If it was stuck or jammed for some reason then it might take a few trips down to the bottom to turn it into the open position.

Janet shook her head, deciding there was no better time than the present to get down and get to work. Hopefully the water wouldn’t be too cold, although the night air was warm and reasonably comfortable. She felt a surge of erotic tingles as she adjusted the mask onto her face and then dove into the lagoon.

The water was surprisingly warm as she swam out toward the middle according to the instructions she’d received. Then she looked down, trying to isolate the location of the valve. The moon was out and the water was fairly clear, although she couldn’t see all the way to the bottom. But once more she couldn’t help wondering why in the world Dr. Crocker would put a valve clear out here in the middle of the lagoon!

She suspected it might take a few dives just to find the stupid thing. But for now she simply didn’t have any choice in the matter. The positive thing about all of this was how the water felt so good upon her naked flesh.

It was time to start the search and she jackknifed downward, air bubbling out of her mouth as she pulled herself down with her arms. She looked all around as she neared the bottom, but she found nothing resembling the valve. The lagoon seemed empty, as though she was on nothing but a wild goose chase!

That feeling of discomfort returned, along with a surge of fearfully erotic tingles. For some reason her senses were on alert as though there was danger lurking nearby. Surely the good doctor wouldn’t put her into any kind of peril, would he?

There wasn’t much illumination but there was enough for her to be able to see. Strangely there was some sort of light source coming up from the bottom. Had Dr. Crocker given her some sort of light to show her the way?

She swam along the bottom with confident strokes, her legs kicking as she held her breath while pulling smoothly with her arms. There was no sign of the valve, and she wondered if someone was playing a prank on her. But oddly there was a little more illumination in front of her. Perhaps the valve was somewhere up ahead.

She felt her lungs start to burn and she decided she needed another breath. She angled upward where the water got darker. Then her head popped up above the surface and she gasped for breath, treading water as she replenished her lungs.

“To the light source,” she said to herself. Something told her she would find what she was looking for in that direction. Then she took a deep breath and submerged, bubbles trickling out of her mouth.

It got lighter as she headed downward, and she thought she saw something promising. The weight belt helped her swim down faster, preserving the air in her lungs she would need for opening the valve. Then she thought she saw the damned thing embedded in the soil, sticking up in the oddest of places like some lonely sentinel.

She frowned as she approached it. It looked like nothing more than a pipe sticking up out of the mud, an iron wheel on top. It looked like it went absolutely nowhere!

Oh well. She grabbed on, pulled herself down into a standing position and then began trying to turn it. She felt her muscles strain as she pulled with all her might. But the stubborn thing refused to budge. That wasn’t good!

She felt her lungs start to heave and she abandoned the valve and headed up, air spewing out of her mouth. She burst up panting heavily for breath, shaking her head at the challenging task that lay on the bottom of the lagoon. Then she took a deep breath and jackknifed back down.

She swam down, kicking smoothly with her legs until the valve came into view. She grabbed it and pulled herself into a standing position. Then once again she strained with all her might.

She heard a faint metallic creak; felt it start to give a little. She redoubled her efforts, grunting as she tried to turn the stubborn thing. But it was beginning to piss her off and she had to abandon it once again as her lungs started to protest.

She kicked off the bottom, blowing her breath away until her head popped up out of the water. She gasped loudly for breath, panting like crazy. Then her eyes narrowed in grim determination.

“You can fight me all you want,” she murmured downward at the water, “but you’re going to open up and that’s final! It might mean I’ll have to hold my breath longer, but you’re going to open whether you want to or not!” Then she took three long, deep breaths, filling her lungs on the last one before heading back down.

She set her face like flint as she finned herself downward. She’d loosened it last time; it was only a matter of trying harder. There was no way a stubborn piece of equipment like that was going to get the best of her! She wasn’t about to let the good doctor down!

She got closer to it, grabbed on and then stood herself up, digging her flippers into the soil for leverage. Then she pulled with all her might. A moment later it started to give with a resounding groan of metal upon rusty metal.

Janet felt a sudden jolt of alarm and she grunted with a burble. She wasn’t sure she liked the valve screeching like that. It was as though the damn thing was alerting something nearby to her presence!

She strained to turn the valve completely as her lungs started to burn, only to sense a shadow of movement somewhere behind her. She wanted to turn and look, but she was afraid she would lose her grip… lose her momentum. Besides, it was probably nothing more than some wayward fish. So she kept fighting with the valve despite the growing discomfort she was feeling about her surroundings.

Her lungs were straining, but she could tell she was making headway. She didn’t want to stop now and head up for the surface to catch another breath just yet. What if she came back down and it wouldn’t open on her? No, it was better to keep going until she could finish the task. She would just have to hold her breath a little longer.

All of the sudden she sensed movement behind her. A moment later she felt something grab onto her wrists, pulling her away from the valve! She burbled in alarm as she was turned around, coming face to face with…

OHMYGAWD! IT WAS AN OCTOPUS!!!

Instantly she tried to struggle, only to have a couple of other tentacles reach out and grab onto her legs. She was horrified to find herself being held out at “arms length” as it were… as though the damn thing was sizing her up. Then it flicked upward with yet another tentacle, knocking her mask up off her eyes.

Janet bubbled in horror, her body trembling from a combination of fear and a terrible arousal as her lungs screamed at her. Then yet another tentacle came forward as though exploring her body. She watched in horror as it began to penetrate her…

OHGAWD; NOT THERE???!!!

She groaned as it filled her, stretching her wide as she tried to thrash about. It was at that moment that lights came on behind the octopus. That’s when she saw Dr. Crocker in his lab coat watching her through the glass. But he wasn’t alone.

Jenna and Briana, those two drowning volunteers she’d worked with, were standing naked on either side of him. They were all smiling lustfully at her, rubbing themselves as they watched her struggles. That’s when it hit her like a thunderbolt…

OHMYGAWD; THE BASTARD SET THIS UP! THEY’RE ALL GOING TO WATCH THIS THING FUCK ME AND THEN DROWN ME!

…and then the tentacle began to gently thrust up inside her…

Janet bubbled her breath away as her body was consumed by a devastating climax. Her hands flexed as her feet curled, her back arching as her breasts jutted out, her nipples painfully erect. Then she felt a rush of water down her windpipe.

She shuddered as she went from one orgasm right into the next, her eyes wide in shock at the good doctor’s betrayal. If he wanted to watch her cum and drown then at least he could have consulted with his assistant who would have made arrangements to have the paramedics handy! Now she was drowning all alone at the hands of some horny octopus who was fucking her with its tentacle!

She looked at the sadistic voyeurs in horror, mentally screaming “DON’T JUST STAND THERE??!! HELP ME, DAMN YOU!!” But none of the three lifted a finger to intervene. In fact it was apparent the two naked bitches were furiously rubbing themselves as though getting off watching the nasty beast fuck/drown her!!

Janet bucked and shuddered helplessly, grunting weakly as her lungs continued to flood. Her struggles lessened as fewer bubbles slipped out of her mouth, her eyes staring in astonished horror. Then she was cumming and cumming and cumming… orgasming over and over again like it was never going to stop as she started to fade away…

–

Janet’s eyes flew open and she gasped for breath. She was lying naked in her bed as the last of her many orgasms started to fade. She moaned softly, still feeling that tentacle inside her even though it had been nothing more than a wet dream.

Damn! She shouldn’t have watched those erotic movies Skip had sent her, especially that one of that poor girl being fucked by the tentacle of that octopus! But maybe that wasn’t the only reason!

Watching that assistant fuck and then drown his volunteers was getting more and more erotic each time she watched the videos. She was going to have to make better arrangements to get herself off or she was going to become a sex-crazed woman. In the meantime her sheets were soaked and she desperately needed a shower.

Janet sighed as she got up and headed for the bathroom. “An octopus!” she told herself with a chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. “Dreaming of being fucked by an octopus of all things?? Honey, I think you really need to get off… and soon…!”

(written for Skip Oct 22 by riwa)

(Poser render is courtesy of Skip and is for illustration purposes only.)

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Hanging in her sister’s basement 4.4 (14)

Posted on February 28, 2015 by riwa

Note: As my way of saying thanks for those who have donated and for those who have purchased stories at Riwas Reads, I decided to post this one to the library. And to all my other readers and fans: thanks for stopping by. I hope you enjoy this one. Dorothy and Emma sure did.

“I’m glad you could come over on such short notice, love.”

“Well, I had some free time before I was going to take a walk down near the beach. So what is it you wanted to show me?”

“It’s down in the basement. That’s the best place to show you.”

“The basement? Now you’ve got me curious.”

Dorothy escorted her sister down the stairs and took her to a room at the far end of the hall. “You should really get a kick out of this, love,” she told her with an amused smile. Emma couldn’t figure out what all this was about, although her curiosity had certainly been aroused.

Dorothy pushed open the door and Emma stepped through. Then she came to an abrupt halt, letting out a squawk of alarm when she saw the hangman’s noose dangling above a stool in the middle of the room. Some strange man who looked vaguely familiar stood nearby wearing only his pants.

“Bloody HELL!” Emma blurted out. “What’s going on down here??!!”

“Why haven’t you figured it out by now, love?” Dorothy giggled. “This is what you get for keeping your secrets hidden from me. I invited Richard to fly all the way over from America just to watch you hang!”

Emma blanched in horror… “Dottie; you’re joking!” That’s when she wet herself as her breath caught in her throat.

“Does it look like we’re joking?” Dorothy giggled. “C’mon now; get out of those clothes, love. Richard wants to see you naked! I told you you were going to get a kick out of this!” She giggled once again at her pun.

“You’re Richard?” Emma stammered at the man in the room. He just smiled, holding up a small length of rope in his hands. “That’s to tie your arms behind your back when you’re ready,” Dorothy giggled at her.

“Dottie, you can’t be serious!”

“…as a heart attack, love! Now get out of those clothes! We’ve not got all day, and we’ll have to dispose of your body by midnight!”

“Dottie; NO!”

“Would you like Richard to help you out of those clothes?” Dorothy chuckled. “I think he’d like that.”

Emma’s face flushed crimson as she began to strip. She was very slow, dragging her feet each time she removed another article of clothing. Finally she was left in her bra and knickers, extremely hesitant to remove the last of her attire covering her privates.

“C’mon – c’mon; all of it!” Dorothy demanded with a wave. “We haven’t got all night!”

Emma gulped as she slowly removed her bra. She could feel the heat of embarrassment on her face as she tossed the intimate garment onto her growing pile of clothes. “Now the knickers,” Dorothy waved impatiently. “C’mon – c’mon.”

Emma was trembling as she removed the last vestige of her dignity. Then she looked at her sister in abject horror, unable to believe this was happening to her.

“All right, love,” Dorothy told her American friend. “You can bind her arms behind her back now. She’s naked and ready for you!”

Richard stepped forward and roughly grabbed Emma’s wrists. She whimpered with terror, staring up at the noose as he pulled her arms behind her back. He was none too gentle tying her wrists together. She yelped a bit when the skin was pinched by the tightening rope.

“All set, love?” Dorothy asked with a giggle when he was done. Then she grinned at her sister as she observed, “My you look lovely for hanging tonight.” Emma whimpered again, unable to comprehend how this could possibly be happening to her.

“There’s just one last task to perform before he hangs you, love,” Dorothy told her sister. “You have to tip the hangman. This is the best part, and it will be so much fun to watch.” Then she stepped over, popped Richard’s belt loose, and then pulled down his pants, revealing a thick, hardening member.

“It’s a lovely cock, don’t you think?” Dorothy asked her trembling sister. “It tastes yummy; you’re in for a real treat! I’ve already had it several times since he’s been here.”

Emma blushed deeply again, trembling like crazy. Her nipples were hard, her pussy dripping like crazy. Surely this was a bloody nightmare!

“Kneel, you silly bitch!” Dorothy told her sister. When Emma hesitated, Dorothy put a hand on her shoulder and forced her down, barking, “I sad KNEEL!” Emma whimpered as she was forced onto her knees.

“Time for your protein shake before you hang, love,” Dorothy gasped with delight, pulling Richard over to stand right in front of her. But Emma hesitated again.

“SUCK, damn you!” Dorothy barked again, grabbing her sister by the back of the head and forcing her forward. Emma timidly took Richard’s dick into her mouth.

Dorothy cackled with sadistic glee as she forced Emma’s head forward. “Take it all the way down your throat, you silly bitch! No use hiding your fantasies from me now! I know all about your kinky thoughts! So a kinky slut like you should be willing and eager to gobble down another man’s cock! Now SUCK!”

Emma did as she was commanded, partly because her sister was forcing her with a hand on her head. Richard’s cock was forced so deep into her mouth that she gagged on it. It was bloody humiliating! But what made it all the worse was knowing the noose was right there waiting for her once the blowjob was concluded!

“How’s my sister, love?” Dorothy asked with wicked glee. “Is she giving you a lot of tongue? C’mon, love; GAG on it! We know how much you love to feast on cock, so this should be easy for you!”

Emma grunted and whimpered as her sister kept forcing her head forward. It made Richard’s cock hit the back of her throat, gagging her again. The thought of sucking the cock of the man who was going to hang her was humiliating beyond belief! But there was nothing she could do about it.

Richard grunted as he started to stiffen. Dorothy looked at her sister and then got a sinister grin on her face as a wicked idea sprang to mind. “She doesn’t deserve to swallow your cum, love,” she told him, “But she can bloody well wear it while she hangs!”

She pulled Richard’s cock out of her sister’s mouth just as it started to spurt. She grabbed it and took careful aim, laughing with delight as gobs of the creamy substance splattered upon Emma’s face, into her eyes and upon her cheeks. Then she wiped the tip of his cock it back and forth across Emma’s face and lips, making sure Richard left his entire deposit all over her face.

“There!” Dorothy crowed triumphantly. “A nice facial treatment for the slut who’s going to hang for us tonight! We know all about your fantasies now, love, so you might as well start living them!” Then she laughed as she added, “Well, in this case I guess you’ll only get to live them just this once! Richard? The noose, if you please?”

Richard grabbed the noose and pulled it down over Emma’s head. She promptly wet herself again the moment it touched her neck. She still couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

“Nice and snug now,” Dorothy instructed Richard. “We wouldn’t want her breaking her neck, would we? We want a nice, long hanging with a lot of gasping and kicking.”

Emma gasped in horror as he cinched it tight behind her left ear. “Now step up onto the stool,” Dorothy told her. “Does it look familiar? It’s the one you bought for me way back as a housewarming gift when I first moved in. I wanted something appropriate for this occasion. Don’t you just love the irony… hanged off the very stool you gave me?”

Emma wasn’t about to step up onto the stool until Richard grabbed the free end of the rope and took all the slack out of it. She gasped and yelped as she was forced to step up just to ease the tension in the rope. A moment later she was standing on the stool in her bare feet, trembling like crazy as she looked down at the floor below.

“Tie it off nice and tight, love,” Dorothy told Richard. “We don’t want her reaching the floor when we kick the stool away.” Emma whimpered again, frightened out of her wits. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and her pussy was dripping shamefully.

She gasped as Richard took out the slack, only for Dorothy to tell him, “Pull her up on her toes, love. Make her feel what she’s in for.” Emma rasped as the rope tightened even more, pulling her up onto her toes and causing her to shuffle around.

“There now; isn’t that better?” Dorothy cooed softly at her sister as Richard tied the rope off. “Is THIS the type of fantasy you’ve been hiding in the dark recesses of that kinky little mind of yours, right? Isn’t THIS the ending you’ve been secretly fantasizing about?”

Emma rasped and gurgled, shuffling around on her toes trying to find the best spot to relieve the strain on her neck as Richard came over to admire his handiwork. Then he and Dorothy began to run their hands up and down her naked, quivering body, admiring her erect nipples and heaving breasts. Richard even fingered her dripping pussy, remarking how wet she was and that she must certainly be ready and eager to hang now.

“Is that true, love?” Dorothy tenderly asked her sister, lovingly fondling her breasts. “Are you looking forward to putting on a good show for us? I’m probably going to cum without even touching myself. As for Richard here? I’ll bet he spunks all over your body as you hang to death! Now isn’t that erotic? Aren’t you glad you came over tonight?”

Emma tried to tell them she wanted to be taken down, only to discover she could hardly force air through her partly constricted windpipe. She tried to blink cum out of her eyes as it stung pretty good. Richard saw the winking and blinking and took it the wrong way, not that it would have mattered either way…

“I think she can’t wait to hang for us, love,” he told Dorothy. “See how she’s blinking and winking at us? Why don’t you do the honors of kicking the stool out from under your sister? After all, she gave it to you as a housewarming present. It’s the least you can do to pay her back for hiding all her fantasies from you all this time!”

Dorothy grinned as she stepped forward. Emma panicked, trying to shake her head… “NO; DON’T!”

“This is for hiding your secrets from me, love! But don’t worry. Like I said before, you’re going to get a kick out of this! I know we certainly will.” Then Dorothy put her foot against the stool and pushed it backwards out from underneath her sister.

Emma hardly dropped at all as the noose took her full weight. Then her eyes flew open at the horror of what it felt like to have her windpipe severely crushed from the constricting coil. Her feet fluttered in vain for the stool that was no longer there. Then she gawked as she began to kick and pedal like crazy with her legs, her body swinging back and forth as it began to twist.

“Bloody hell; she looks great kicking her life away!” Dorothy gasped in awe. Then she bent over, begging Richard, “Take me from behind while she’s hanging, love! Take me; I’m so fucking hot for it right now!” Richard came up behind her, slid right in to her wet pussy and began to thrust good and hard.

Emma’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to breathe, tried to beg then to take her down, tried to scream. It hurt like hell; she had no idea it could hurt like hell! But her bitch sister and her lover from across the pond were too busy shagging while enjoying her deadly dance to care one iota about taking her down!

It swelled within her until she suddenly jerked her knees up, her pussy squirting as she wet herself. Her crazy sister let out a squeal of delight at the erotic spectacle… “The kinky bitch is cumming, love! That is so hot!” Then she begged Richard to shag her even harder.

Emma jerked her knees up again and again, trying in vain to loosen the rope around her neck. But that just tightened the coil around her throat all the more. Her legs suddenly exploded as she kicked every which way, her body swinging crazily as it twisted this way and that.

“BLOODY HELL; THAT’S SEXY!” Dorothy blurted out, her eyes glazed over in rapturous bliss. Richard just kept grunting as he hammered her cunt from behind. Emma couldn’t speak except for rasps and gurgles, her mouth gaping open as her tongue began to protrude, tasting the cum that slowly trickled down her face. All she could do was mentally beg them with pleading eyes to take her down so she could safely return to her husband and daughter before it was too late.

She became exhausted from the struggle, hanging limp as her feet fluttered. Stray muscles twitched in her arms and legs as her lack of oxygen spread to her inner organs. Her face had flushed hotly, turning red from lack of air while her lungs screamed at her. It was like trying to hold one’s breath with an elephant standing on one’s chest!!

All of the sudden she felt a rush of adrenaline as her mind screamed in horror. Emma began to kick all over again, thrusting her hips outward. “Bloody hell; she’s shagging in the noose!” Dorothy gasped. Then she screamed her orgasm as Richard relentlessly pounded her cunt from behind.

Emma jerked her knees upward one last time before complete and total exhaustion took over. Then she hung limp and lifeless. She was amazed how much it hurt and that she was still conscious enough to feel it!

She had just enough vision remaining to watch Richard pull his cock out of her sister’s pussy. Then he stepped up to her and spurted all over her stomach, pussy and thighs. With cum already dripping off her face, this was simply an added humiliation.

All of the sudden Emma was dimly aware of her bladder giving way. Hot piss splattered onto the floor directly beneath her feet. She could feel it running down her legs and dripping off her toes. It was the ultimate indignity, adding to everything else she’d already been forced to endure. Then her vision failed her, and her consciousness began to spiral away as she felt herself falling into the abyss………………………….

—

Emma cried out with a start as she sat upright in her chair. Bloody hell; what a crazy dream! She winced as she realized she’d actually had an orgasm while she was asleep. She needed to take a shower. Maybe she’d have time to clean up before…

The phone rang in the living room and she got up to go answer it. It was her sister Dottie. “Hey, love! What are you doing right now?”

“Uh, nothing. I was thinking of taking a walk down by the beach later. Why do you ask?”

“How’d you like to come over to my house for awhile? I have something to show you down in my basement. I think you’re really going to get a kick out of it.” That’s when Emma dropped the phone in alarm as her breath caught in her throat.

“Emma? Emma, are you there? Emma, are you coming over or not…?”

(written for Emma and Dorothy Feb 1 by riwa)

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Waiting for her 3.4 (7)

Posted on February 24, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

It had been a long day and Jasmine was glad it was over. Now she was looking forward to a night on the town.

She went into the bathroom, put on her bra, and then strapped her panties to her red stockings. Might as well look nice for the guy she was going to pick up… or the guy who was going to pick HER up. Either way, she was going to get laid tonight…

He’d been waiting for her all afternoon. He peeked around the door and watched her in the bathroom. She hadn’t heard him sneak in; didn’t know there was anyone else in the house. Not being aware of his presence would prove to be fatal…

She gasped as an arm came around her shoulders… inhaled sharply as the large kitchen knife came into view. “Wanna get cut?” the male voice asked her.

“No!” her voice squeaked in terror.

“Then do as I say. Let’s move to the couch.”

He guided her into the living room, sat her down on the couch and waved a pair of nylons in front of her face. “I’m gonna wrap these around your mouth,” he said. “Don’t fight me or I’ll cut you.”

She nodded in agreement, trembling as he wrapped them into a tight, thin rope and ran them between her lips. Then he tied it off behind her head, making conversation difficult. “If you’re ok with this so far then nod your head.”

She nodded fearfully, hoping he’d just do whatever he was going to do and then leave her alone. Then a small garment bag suddenly appeared in front of her. “Take this!”

She took it from him and looked at it in confusion. A moment later panic gripped her heart as he demanded, “Put it over your head!”

“NO!” she gasped through the nylons running through her mouth.

“You wanna get cut?”

Trembling, she slowly pulled the bag over her head.

Another pair of nylons suddenly fell in front of her. “Tie it off around your neck!” he told her sternly. “Oh gawd!” she whimpered, hesitating.

“You wanna bleed?” he warned ominously.

She grabbed the nylons and shakily started working them around her head. She was shivering like crazy and she wanted to cry. “What if… I suffocate?” she whimpered.

“What if you bleed to death?” he warned.

She slowly worked the nylons around her neck. The bag puffed and shrank from each panicked breath she took. “Make sure it’s tight!” he barked.

She jumped in fright and then slowly tightened the nylons. Her breath came in little gasps as she began to inhale her stale oxygen.

“Very good,” he said encouragingly when she was finished. “Now just sit back and relax.”

She sat back against the back of the couch and tried to breathe normally. The bag continued to expand and contract around her head. It wasn’t long before she began to feel weak and drowsy.

“You feeling all right?” he asked solicitously. She nodded weakly, hoping he was going to leave soon.

He reached forward and caressed her inner thighs. “You’re a very pretty lady. I think red is definitely your color.” She murmured, nodding her head weakly in agreement as he rubbed her crotch.

“You’re a very sexy lady, you know that?” She barely heard him. Her breath was shallow and getting raspy. She was so tired… sooooo tired…

He said something else, but she couldn’t make it out. Her eyelids were so heavy. Then Jasmine’s head lolled to one side as she lost consciousness.

He looked at her lovely features, knowing that it couldn’t end this way. She was so beautiful and deserved a special fate. He came over to her, unfastened the nylons that sealed the bag around her neck and slowly pulled it off her head. With an influx of fresh air, her breathing stabilized.

“That’s better,” he murmured. “Sleep, my beautiful lady. When you awaken and are well-rested, we shall continue.” With that, he gently laid her out on the couch…

Jasmine slept for the next half-hour. When she came to, she found herself sprawled out on her living room sofa.

She groaned, as though waking up from a deep sleep. She blinked her eyes and carefully looked around. A dream. It was all a dream.

She shivered at the frightfulness of the lingering images in her mind and sat up. “I must have dozed off,” she said to herself. “Strange. I’ve never done that before.” Then she turned and caught sight of the plastic bag on the floor in front of her.

“No!” she gasped as she stood up in horror. “It was a dream! It HAD to be!”

She looked around and discovered a hangman’s noose hanging from her ceiling and a chair right below it. She shrieked in terror. Then she saw the knife-wielding intruder sitting in a chair. She clasped her hands together above her breasts in shock.

“Did you have a nice nap?” he asked pleasantly.

“YOU?!”

He motioned toward her with the knife as though he were directing a play. “Now if you will just step up onto that chair, we’ll get on with the show.”

“You want me to… you’re gonna… HANG ME??!!”

“But of course!” he replied heartily. “I think a beautiful woman like you should swing!”

“But I don’t WANNA hang!” she whined.

“Would you rather bleed to death from several wounds?”

She went pale. Carefully she moved over to the chair and climbed onto it. Then she looked at him in sheer terror.

“That’s nice. Remove your bra, please!” She shivered and shook her head in refusal.

He stood up and moved menacingly toward her, brandishing the knife. “I guess we’re gonna hafta do this the hard way…”

Her eyes went wide in horror. She looked around but there was no salvation hiding in the curtains. So she nervously unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall to the floor.

“That’s a good girl. Now put your head in the noose!” he demanded.

She slipped the noose over her head. Then she gasped when he grabbed onto the other end, took out the slack and tied it off. Instantly her hands leapt to her throat in an effort to loosen the rope from around her neck.

“Unh – unh – unh!” he warned, waving the knife at her. “Hands at your sides please!” Trembling, she lowered her arms to her sides.

“Let me get one last, long look at you,” he said appreciatively. He looked her up and down, smiling at her. Then he kicked the chair out from underneath her!

She hit the end of the rope with an “AWK” and immediately started clawing at the noose with her fingers as her legs started to kick. She choked and gagged as the noose dug into her flesh. She opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a raspy gurgle.

He watched in rapt attention as her body danced for him, her legs kicking wildly and erotically. He admired her form, gazing lustfully at her breasts as they bounced up and down from her gyrations. Her enjoyed how nipples stuck out excitedly.

Jasmine kicked and struggled as the noose slowly closed her airway. She made gurgling, gasping noises as she dangled from the rope. She tried to beg him to let her down, tried to plead with him with her eyes. He simply smiled and nodded approvingly.

Her mind screamed at her, trying to tell her that this wasn’t happening. She tried to cry out but only succeeded in giving out a choked gasp. A nightmare! This was all a nightmare! WAKE UP, GAWD-DAMNIT!

She reached for the rope as her body weakened. Her kicks became feeble and she twisted less and less. She made soft, gurgling sounds as she weakly tugged on the rope around her neck.

He watched attentively, enjoying every sound and admiring every move of her tortured body. He gazed longingly at her breasts, stared down the length of her gorgeous legs. As she moved less and less, he leaned forward with greater interest.

Jasmine’s arms fell uselessly to her sides. She was too weak to hold them up anymore. She gasped quietly and shuddered as the noose closed off her windpipe. Her arms and legs started twitching as a death rattle emanated from her throat.

The intruder watched as her head lolled over to one side. She shuddered again as her tongue hung out of her mouth. Her chest rose and fell. It didn’t rise again. Jasmine’s body swayed softly in her living room.

He sighed appreciatively as though he’d just climaxed from a wonderful sexual encounter. He stared at her body, admiring her erect nipples, her firm breasts, her long, luscious legs, her tilted head, her long black hair. It was the perfect vision of loveliness. He continued to stare as her body swung to a halt, unable to take his eyes off her.

“You’re beautiful, hanging like that,” he said to her. “Do you realize how gorgeous you are?” There was no answer. He stood up and walked over to her, admiring her form.

“Hanging really was the best way, don’t you think? I didn’t really wanna cut that beautiful body of yours and I don’t think you wanted me to. Besides, I think you kinda liked swinging, didn’t you?”

Silence.

“I know you did,” he went on softly. “I can see it in your eyes. There was something about it that spoke to you, didn’t it?” She hung unresponsively in front of him.

He found himself irresistibly drawn to her body. He stepped forward, reached toward her and then suddenly drew back. “What am I worried about?” he asked himself. “Besides, I don’t think she’ll mind now.”

He reached forward and placed a hand on her breast. It was still warm from the life that had left it just a short time ago. He caressed it lovingly, expecting her to moan at his touch. He drew back his hand and waited expectantly…

That’s right. She can’t moan. She’s dead!

Satisfied that she wasn’t going to interrupt him, he moved forward and began to squeeze her breasts appreciatively. He didn’t have to worry about any sexual harassment charges now.

He ran his hands up and down her body and fondled her lovingly. She was so sexy, hanging in front of him for his enjoyment. His cock bulged in his pants as he touched her all over.

But it was the look on her face more than anything else that excited him. She looked as though she’d had a sexual experience, as though she’d just had a powerful orgasm. It made him horny as hell.

What had it been like, he wondered, having the life choked out of you? Maybe he should get more information… ask the next woman he came across.

“You don’t mind if I play with that gorgeous ass of yours, do you?” he asked. “You DON’T mind?! Why THANK YOU!” He ran his hands lovingly over her butt cheeks, feeling the soft, warm flesh on his fingertips. She really did have a nice ass.

He looked at her appreciatively, admiring every curve, every muscle. Then he suddenly glanced at his watch and sighed. “Sorry, babe. Gotta go now. I had a lovely time. Thanks for the show!”

He walked over to where he’d tied the end of the rope and proceeded to untie it slowly, gently lowering her to the floor of her home. For some strange reason he was careful with her body, not wanting to bruise it. When he got her down, he stretched her out on the floor and looked at her again.

Jasmine looked up with wide, vacant eyes. Her mouth gaped open, perhaps as though she’d been caught by surprise… or perhaps as a result of some powerful orgasm that had wracked her body shortly before the end came. Her red lipstick accentuated her full lips. The rope lay on top of her chest, gathered in large coils.

The intruder stared at her again in wonderment. Her body lay there, ripe for the taking. For a moment, he unzipped his fly and started to pull down his pants. Then he stopped.

No.

For some reason, he just couldn’t. She was just too beautiful to violate in that way.

He zipped up his pants and removed the noose and the coils of rope. He put the nylon away and then proceeded to tidy up, removing all evidence of his presence. Then he quietly slipped out the door, leaving Jasmine’s body sprawled out on the floor for the neighbors to find…

(written Dec 3 ’04 by riwa)

(Story idea and vidcaps are from ruemorgue.com. Vidcaps are for illustration purposes only.)

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From Angel Fish to Blow-fish to Shark-girl 4.2 (5)

Posted on February 21, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

I’ve always enjoyed the water. When I was younger, mom used to call me her little angel fish. I would swim in the pool for hours until she finally had to pull me out all wrinkled and pruned.

As I got older I used to pretend a lot. Either I was Esther Williams, the swimmer in all those movies, or I was a mermaid like the one in the Splash movie. I even held my breath in the bathtub just the way Daryl Hannah did! But I much preferred the pool or a pond or a lake somewhere. Even the ocean was preferable to the bathtub, although the bathtub was preferable to nothing at all.

Something changed in my teens because it got to where breath-holding underwater really turned me on. During a really long breath-hold I would get excited, especially since I was pushing myself. Sometimes I would orgasm without even touching myself, especially if I thought I was going to drown.

My fantasies changed and while I was in the water I began to pretend I was some mobster’s secretary who knew too much and had to be eliminated. I would find something heavy to use to help keep me down on the bottom of the pool or pond. Then I would stand with my arms behind my back, bubbling like crazy and pushing my limits until I would cum like gangbusters.

I used to breath-hold a lot for the boys in school. Whenever we were at a place with water I was often challenged into some sort of breath-hold contest. I usually won, especially since I got to where I could stay down for nearly three minutes, sometimes even longer!

The guys watching often got so excited that their dicks would get hard in their swim trunks. That’s when I learned to suck cock. After each long breath-hold I would pick some guy to blow. But I always did it above the water; at least I did in the beginning.

I met Connor during the summer of my junior year. His widower father was rich and owned a pool and a nice deep pond on a 30 acre estate. Connor often forced me into long breath-holds underwater, either in the pool or over in the pond. He discovered that it made me cum a lot, and he liked doing that to me.

It was during my time with Connor that we began experimenting with me being in bondage underwater. He would tie me up in rope, sling a length of it under my arms, put a weight belt around me and then drop me into the water from the diving board. I would wriggle and squirm and bubble like crazy until he would finally pull me up. Afterwards he would make me suck his cock underwater as my way of thanking him for not drowning me.

On my 18^th birthday he had a surprise party over at his father’s pond. But the party wasn’t for me. It was for him and his buddies. As it turned out I was the featured attraction.

He tied me up, wrapped a weight belt around my waist, tied that rope under my arms and then pushed me off the dock into the pond. He made me hold my breath for so long I thought my lungs were going to burst! All of the guys watching ended up with tenting trunks.

Connor pulled me back up and then told all the guys that I was his blow-fish. He said I had great lungs and could suck any cock underwater and get a guy off before I drowned myself. Then he put me to the test.

His friends came up one by one, lowering themselves into the water with their hard cocks so I had to blow each one under the surface. I had to swallow each mouthful before I was allowed back up for a breath. I was so turned on that I came more than once, often at the same time some guy was shooting his load into my mouth.

When everyone was done Connor announced that he was now going to let me drown, right in front of those enthusiastic bastards! He dropped me back into the water all tied up, although he hung onto the rope that went through my arms. I was so excited that I think he could have let me drown and I wouldn’t have cared!

He pulled me up after four minutes, telling the guys that was my best time ever underwater. I was coughing and sputtering, almost wishing he would have left me down on the bottom of the pond. Then he made me suck all those cocks again before calling it a night. I swear it was the best present a guy could have ever given an aquaphile like me on her 18^th birthday.

After graduating high school I moved in with Connor in his father’s basement. Everyone knew I lived there and that I was his personal blow-fish. Almost every day he had me doing something out in the pool or down in the pond on his father’s property.

Sometimes we were alone, Connor brutally fucking my face as he forced me under for ages. Sometimes his buddies were there watching to see if he might actually let me drown. Naturally they all got blowjobs either above or below the water as Connor shared me with everyone! But sometimes it was a private show just for his father! I don’t know how many times I blew his old man underwater, my lungs screaming at me as I came buckets!

He kept threatening he would drown me someday and for the longest time I’m not sure I cared. Life underwater was just too damned erotic, and I always had these images of ending up a sexy looking corpse in his pool while a bunch of his buddies watched and wanked off, giving me a cum salute. It always got me all hot and bothered thinking about such things.

After a few years our relationship changed. Maybe it was because his father got married; maybe it was because he was seeing this new girl. I know his step-mother sure stuck her nose up at me because of the way I loved to “drown” and put on a show for all of his buddies.

After Connor and his dad gave me some money and sent me away, one of the girls who’d been coming to his shows met up with me and took me in. Thalia was a dominant, full-on lesbian, and she was quite taken with my petite little figure. She also thought I was sexy as hell, especially when I was struggling to hold my breath while bubbling underwater.

The only pool within easy driving distance was a public pool, not particularly useful for drowning and cock-sucking shows. There was a lake two hours away and the ocean another hour and a half. So for the time being we improvised.

Thalia had this nice Jacuzzi tub in her bathroom. It wasn’t quite big enough for two women to stretch out in, but there was more than enough room for me, especially when she straddled me. She dunked me mercilessly, forcing me to hold my breath for long periods of time. Often I was forced to eat her pussy as she sat on my head in the tub, pushing my limits as she came all over my face until I would damn near drown.

She helped me get a job and for the next year and a half I became Thalia’s blow-fish, mostly because I usually ended up blowing bubbles into her pussy as she sat on my face in the tub. But I still had a craving for sucking cock underwater and for performing at some “drowning” shows. Thalia recognized my need, and about once a month she attempted to do something about it.

We took trips to the lake or to the ocean so I could swim unhindered. Frequently she took some rope and hog-tie equipment along so she could tie me up and have me put on a little performance for anyone who was around and who wanted to watch a blow-fish holding her breath underwater. I always looked forward to these trips, enjoying the ability to swim freely and then be dominated by Thalia and her rope.

During these times I sometimes got to satisfy my cock cravings. She had such faith in my sucking abilities that she would have challenges where I would suck cock while tied up underwater holding my breath. These became quite popular and she often put up little signs inviting the folks to come witness her blow-fish.

Personally I think a lot of guys attended these things just to see if I would drown. Every time I got into a situation where I was sucking, the rest of the audience would encourage the guy to hold off shooting his load just to watch me suck water and drown. I found that terribly exciting, and I often hoped I would run into the one guy who would drown me that way.

Thalia always tried to gauge how long a guy might take to cum so I wouldn’t end up drowning over some bastard who could hold off longer than 3-4 minutes. One time she miscalculated and I came across a challenge from a guy with a seven inch member. I willingly went under and really gave him my best performance. But somehow he kept holding off.

I passed three minutes and was well on my way to four when I realized this might be the guy I wouldn’t survive. I got terribly excited as my stomach knotted up, imagining myself drifting on the sandy bottom with the guy’s cum swirling out of my opened mouth. But I redoubled my efforts, grunting like crazy as I sucked him off.

I kept hearing cries of “Drown the blow-fish!” and I got myself all worked up. My lungs were on fire as I pushed past four minutes. I half expected Thalia to pull me up but she didn’t. I wondered if she thought both her reputation and mine were on the line.

My lungs were on fire and I was on my last legs when my climax caught me unexpectedly. I was so sure I was going to drown that I had a massive orgasm with his cock still thrusting in my mouth. I blew the rest of my breath away as my body shuddered. I was helpless and I was sure I was going to drown.

I suddenly heard this grunt as his cock exploded in my mouth. He looked down at me in surprise like he didn’t expect to cum so soon. I got a mouthful of his tasty cum before Thalia hastily pulled me up. To this day I still think it was my near-drowning orgasm that set him off.

Thalia was a lot more careful after that. I ended up spending less time doing shows and more time free diving off the deck of some small watercraft. I loved to swim all the way down to the ocean floor and then mess around along the sandy bottom which was usually 25-30 feet down.

One day when we’d managed to rent a boat for a two hour trip on the ocean, we ran across some divers in wetsuits. I was showing off and I did several dives near them, smiling and blowing bubbles while wondering if any one of them wanted a blow-fish to play with. When I finally surfaced and swam to the boat, a couple of them came over to talk to us.

They said they knew an underwater photographer who was looking for some models to film. They said I really looked comfortable underwater and that I had a rather attractive figure. Thalia wanted more information, so we scheduled an appointment to see him while we were in town.

We found out he was a pretty well known underwater photographer who took great pictures and had a really good safety record with his models. But he told us he was interested in looking for someone who could pose with the sharks. He said the sharks wouldn’t bother me unless I did something to provoke them or stuck a hand or foot out that looked like something they might find edible.

Thalia wasn’t sure about the whole thing until we found out what it would pay. The money was good, but naturally I was already more than a little interested. My fetish had returned with a vengeance, and all it took was imagining drowning with the sharks for me to agree to his proposition.

Our first shoot was on the bow of some wreck that had been down for ages. I knelt on the bow in some white outfit while he took pictures. There were two safety divers down with me, one of whom always had a regulator on a pole ready to reach out to me within a second’s notice.

There were sharks all around but for some reason they didn’t really bother us. I thought of them as ‘curiously bored’, sometimes swimming close but usually darting away before they could come within arm’s length. I made it a point not to offer an arm or foot to them and my confidence grew.

We went back down for a second shoot and I wore some white, flimsy fishnet thing that didn’t cover me up much. I stood on the bow as the sharks swam around me while he took picture after picture. I got more confident between breaths of air, and I swear I was going nearly two minutes each time before the diver would push the reg on the pole in my face.

He instantly fell in love with how comfortable I looked underwater. Thalia was impressed as well, and she beamed with pride at how I adapted to those sharks endlessly circling around us. When we got back to the boat I was quickly scheduled for a return visit.

As it turned out, I LOVED being a mermaid among the sharks! The photographer ended up taking many pictures of me kneeling on the sand in something white and flimsy while sharks circled all around me. I got to where I felt they actually considered me a part of their world. It fueled my ongoing desire to be underwater, and I always looked forward to each modeling trip.

We got several shots of me on the bottom, stretching out and posing as the sharks swarmed by. There were times when my heart rate spiked whenever a particularly large swarm circled curiously around me. But it always made me so hot being down among them, knowing all I had between me and the surface or me and the safety diver stationed just out of the frame was the air in my lungs.

The more confident I became, the more my photographer experimented with different poses. The ones I loved were the ones where I was anxiously looking up at the surface, wondering how I was ever going to survive the swim to reach my next breath. Whenever I wore nothing but that sexy white, clingy fishnet outfit while looking up at the surface it always got my juices flowing.

It wasn’t long until I became known as “shark-girl”, and I wore the moniker proudly. I even got to do some sexy shows where I would go down to the bottom while some tourists would watch in the safe confines of a shark cage. Tourists are unpredictable and it was decided to cage them as it was better to be safe than sorry.

I put on some naked shows for those in the shark cage while my photographer got his shots. It always left them in utter amazement when I knelt naked on the sandy bottom, playfully covering myself whenever a shark passed by. They would point at me and bubble as I held my breath for the longest time, letting my photographer get shot after shot of me as I kept shifting my poses for the camera.

They must have thought I was crazy, but by then I was comfortable with the dangers. I knew better than to stick my hands and feet out, especially when the sharks were close by. It’s like the saying goes…”Please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times!”

What I loved the most was when I was posing near this large anchor, totally nude. I always got a little weight to slip around my calf to help keep me from moving around too much. I was the star attraction anytime anyone was watching from the shark cage, and I frequently posed just for them as the sharks circled me.

I’ve come a long way from angel fish to blow-fish to shark-girl. I enjoy what I do, but I know it won’t last forever. I think about getting older, and I have the occasional urge to end up a corpse on the ocean floor for the sharks to swim around for all eternity. But the urge is fleeting and it usually passes.

Sometimes I’m tempted to drown for those people watching in that shark cage, just to give them a memory to last forever. But those thoughts are not as strong as they once were. Besides, my safety divers would never allow it. So I’ll just keep going out for photos and to entertain the tourists until my time is done.

After all, “shark-girl” is needed for another performance, and the show must go on…

(written for Diane Jan 13 ’11 by riwa)

(Pictures added for illustration purposes only.)

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Blowjob Monologue 3.3 (6)

Posted on February 17, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

Now that I’ve got you undressed, it’s time for me to play. I love looking at your hard cock. I love to see it stick up like it is right now. That means you’re turned on.

You don’t mind if I have a little taste, do you? Let me just run my tongue up your shaft, ok…?

What? Did that make you quiver? I love making you quiver. Let’s see if I can do it again…

You like it when I run my tongue along your cock. don’t you? You like feeling my tongue glide along your shaft, don’t you?

I like it too. I like it because of what it does to you. I love seeing you quiver…

What? Did I make you quiver again? Are you trembling? What’s the problem…?

What do you mean… “I’M the problem”?

I’m a problem, just because I’m licking your cock?! What if I lick the head of your cock? Does that mean I’m still a problem?

It does? I don’t understand why. Just because I’m licking the tip of your cock shouldn’t mean I’m causing you a problem…!

You like this don’t you…? I feel you quiver when I lick the head of your cock. Is it because of my tongue, or is it because I’m holding onto your hot cock with my hand?

Both maybe…? Well I can’t help that…!

That’s so cute. I feel your cock quiver and wiggle when I lick it. Do you like it when I lick it?

No, no… you stay right where you are. I’ve got you right where I want you. You’re always making me feel good, so I want you to suffer for awhile. I want you to lay there and quiver while I tend to your hot, fuckin’ cock.

Oh yeah! It’s hot and it’s fuckin’… I love it when it fucks me. Mmmmmmmmmmmm…

That really makes you quiver when I take it into my mouth, doesn’t it? Then I guess I’ll do it again…

Mmmmmmmmmm… It tastes sooooo good! I think I’ll suck on it now…

Mmmmmmm – hmm – hmm – hmm… You really squirmed that time, didn’t you? Am I making you squirm, lover…? Good. I wanna pay you back for all those times you’ve made me squirm and made me wait for you to put your hot cock into my waiting pussy…

Mmmmmmm – hmm – hmm – hmm… I felt you squirm again when I licked the head of your cock with my tongue while it was inside my mouth. You like that, don’t you?

Mmmmmmmmm… hmmmmmmmm… I love to hear you moan, you know that? I love it when I’m making you crazy with desire. Well right now, my desire is to torture your cock with my tongue… your hot, fuckin’ cock.

Shall I lick it like a kitty-cat? Would you like that?

I don’t care if you want me right now. I’m playing pussy-cat with your hot cock. You can just sit there and wait.

Oh, yeah. I’m a good kitty, aren’t I? ‘Here, kitty – kitty – kitty- kitty… Lick my shaft like a good kitty…’ Well I’m licking it. So what are you gonna do about it?

Mmm – hmm – hmm – hmm… I love to feel you tremble with excitement. I love to hear you moan and groan. Serves you right for all those times you’ve tortured me and made me feel good. You just stay right where you are!

Ooohh, this is a nice cock… I love this cock! I want to lick it up and clean it with my tongue the way a kitty cleans herself… mmmmmmm…

I love making you feel good. It makes me feel sooo good to make you squirm the way you are…

What? Are you feeling good? Are you horny? Serves you right for making me horny all the time!

You really tremble when I lick the head of your cock, don’t you? That’s a really sensitive area, isn’t it? I’m glad to know that… because now I know where to lick you to drive you crazy…

Are you having trouble catching your breath, lover? Am I really causing you problems?

You really wanna plunge this hard, fuckin’ cock of yours into my warm, wet pussy, don’t you? Well, too bad! You can just sit there and suffer. I remember all the times you played with my breasts and pussy with your hands and wouldn’t stick your cock into me when I wanted you too. Well, you can just sit there and suffer this time. It’s MY turn. I wanna drive you crazy right now…

Mmmmm… I love licking your cock. I love to hear you moan and groan. I don’t think you do it enough, so I’m gonna have to HELP you moan and groan.

You’re really trembling, aren’t you? You’re liking it when I lick you, aren’t you? What are you gonna do if I SUCK you…?

Mmmmm… that really made you tremble, didn’t it? I love it when you tremble like that. It’s my way of paying you back for all the times you’ve made me tremble…

Mmmmm… You like it when I vacuum your hot, fuckin’ cock into my mouth? You like it when I run my tongue along the head of your shaft when it’s in my mouth? Well, I like to watch you squirm! It makes me feel sexy and powerful…!

Mmmmmmmmm… I wanna suck your cum right outta your hot, fuckin’ cock. I wanna watch you squirm –

What?! You having trouble breathin’, big boy? Well let’s see how you like this…!

Mmmmmmmmmmm… I love your hot cock. I love sucking on it. I love fuckin’ your hot, fuckin’ cock…

What?! Why are you squirming so much? You having trouble?? GOOD!

Mmmmmmm… You know what? I’m getting wet just watching you squirm! I love turning you on…!

Gotta suck on it… gotta suck it hard and fast… gotta mouth-fuck your hot fuckin’ cock… I gotta have it… mmmmmmmmmmm…

Wow… that really got you gasping for breath… heeheehee… You’re really going crazy, aren’t you? I should do this to you more often…

Mmmmmmmm… gotta suck on it… mmmmmmmmm… I want it – I want your hot, fuckin’ cock in my mouth…

Mmmmmmmm… umm-hmm… umm-hmm… umm-hmm…

Oh, you’re really squirming now, aren’t you? Well, I LOVE IT! You just sit right there and take your medicine while I mouth-fuck your hot… mmmmmmmmm… fuckin’… mmmmmmmmmmm… COCK… mmmmmmm…

What’s the matter? Am I makin’ you hot? Am I driving you crazy? Maybe it would be better if I just licked your cock. Would that help…?

Mmmmmm.. hmm-hmm-hmm… it’s not helping, is it?

GOOD! I don’t want it to help. I want you to squirm helplessly, just the way you make me squirm helplessly…

Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh… gotta lick that pre-cum up. It tastes good, but not as good as your cum’s gonna taste…

Maybe I’ll play with my breast while I’m teasing you. Would you like to watch that…?

No-no… you can’t play with ‘em or touch ‘em. You just gotta sit there and take it like a man while I make you tremble like crazy…

I just love your cock. I love to suck your cock. Am I a good cocksucker? I hope I’m a good cocksucker! I wanna suck your hot, fuckin’ cock. I wanna lick your cock, then mouth-fuck it. I wanna make you tremble! I wanna make you moan and groan. I wanna see you have a hard time catching your breath. I wanna make you feel soooo good!

I gotta suck it – I gotta suck it… MMMMMMMMMM…

I’m gonna suck it and play with my breasts. Is that ok? I wanna caress my breasts and play with my tits and make you watch. Would you like that…?

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…

You’re really squirming, aren’t you? I can taste your pre-cum. You’re getting ready to explode, aren’t you? You’re so excited that you can’t hardly stand it, can you?

Well, GO AHEAD! FUCK MY MOUTH! FUCK IT HARD…! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…

You’re really trembling like crazy, aren’t you? You wanna fuck me, don’t you? Well, TOO BAD. This isn’t about me… this is about you… MMMMMMMMMMMMMM…

DO IT, BIG BOY! FUCK MY MOUTH! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HOT, FUCKIN’ COCK! I WANT IT! I WANT IT… MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…

You’re going crazy, aren’t you? – you’re going crazy, aren’t you? You wanna ram it into my hot, aching pussy, don’t you? Well, I’m not gonna let you because I want it in my mouth…

I WANT YOUR CUM! I WANT IT! I WANT IT IN MY MOUTH! I WANT IT ON MY TONGUE…

YEAH… YEAH… I CAN FEEL YOU GOING CRAZY…

I’M GONNA LICK YOUR COCK! I’M GONNA LICK YOUR COCK! I AM… I AM…

OH, YEAH! OH, YEAH! I FEEL YOU SHIVERING ALL OVER…!

YOU BETTER SHOOT IT! YOU BETTER SHOOT IT…

I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT YOUR CUM! I WANT YOUR FUCKIN’ CUM! GIVE IT TOO ME! GIVE IT TOO ME! IT’S MINE! IT BELONGS TO ME! YOU BELONG TO ME! GIVE IT TOO ME!

YEAH…!

OH, YEAH… I LIKE IT… I LIKE TO SEE YOU CUM…

Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm… you feel better now? Did I drive you crazy? Hee-hee-hee…Did I make you cum? Well, I must have! Look in my mouth…!

That’s your cum, but it’s mine now… all mine… and you can’t have it back. It tastes sooooo good…

Aaaaahhhh! That was good! A tasty treat…

What? Why are you looking at me like that? It’s my cum and I swallowed it and that’s it!

What? I didn’t do anything wrong…!

So what if I turned you on and made you cum! I can do that if I want to! I’m your hot, horny wife! I can do anything I want to with you…!

HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU CAN’T JUST PICK ME UP AND HAUL ME ALL OVER THE PLACE. WHERE ARE WE GOIN?

THE BEDROOM??!! I GOTTA DO THE LAUNDRY RIGHT NOW! I DON’T HAVE ANY TIME FOR THIS!

WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME RIGHT NOW! I GOT HOUSEWORK TO DO!

YOU CAN’T… YOU CAN’T… WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WAIT A MINUTE… WAIT A MINUTE… DON’T DO THAT…

OH GAWD… OH GAWD… OH GAWD… OH GAWD… IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOODDDDDD…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(written Dec 5 ’09 by riwa)

(Pictures are from cumfixation.com and are for illustration purposes only.)

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I love to fuck underwater 4.4 (54)

Posted on February 14, 2015 by riwa

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Note: in lieu of the movie playing this weekend, maybe I should rename this 50 Shades of Bubbles?

I love to fuck underwater! It makes my orgasms so much more intense! That’s me in the picture with my eyes all glazed over, air bubbling out of my mouth from another intense climax!

I love it when my boyfriend takes me down and fucks me underwater! He loves it too! He’s told me more than once how he loves watching me bubble and how my tits jerk around when he’s fucking me!

I suppose part of it is the way he loves dominating me when he has me submerged. He likes to hold me down and watch me bubble. He also likes to watch me when I’m struggling to hold my breath, especially when he’s fucking me good and hard!

But mostly he just loves to fuck me underwater, watching my expressions and hearing me grunt with each thrust! I love it too… holding my breath while his hard, thick cock pounds me mercilessly!

First he takes me down and goes to work on my nipples! Gawd; I love it when he sucks on them and plays with them! My tits are so sensitive and he’s all over them until I start moaning and groaning!

Then he gives my pussy a good tongue-fucking! That really gets me all worked up! That’s when I start working on improving my breath-holds because I know what’s coming next!

That first time he thrusts his cock into my pussy always makes me grunt with excitement, I always lose a burst of air, knowing how bad he wants me… how bad he wants to fuck me underwater! Sometimes I wonder if he wants to cum in my drowning body! And sometimes I wonder if I might actually let him!!

The way he pushes me down to the bottom with his strong body… it lets me know he’s about to have his way with me! And if I drown for his pleasure that’s just the price I have to pay! It gives me such a rush that I can’t hardly stand it sometimes!!

Sometimes he sits me down on his lap, impaling me with his hot, throbbing fuck-rod! I get to go for the best underwater ride ever! Those times are slow and sensuous and sometimes I can hold my breath nearly three minutes like that!

Other times he’s just so damn hungry for it that he fucks me from the rear, pounding me like a piston until I get to feel his hot cum pumping deep inside me!

Usually he just gets a good grip on my hips and fucks me hard, watching my tits and bubbles! I can see it in his eyes, see how hungry he is for my body! Gawd; that puts me in heat something fierce!!

Usually when he’s doing that I just lay back, hold my breath and take it! I feel sexy as hell with him fucking bubbles out of my mouth! And I know I’m going to cum so hard when my orgasm finally hits!

But you know when it’s best? It’s when I’m up gasping at the surface and he wants me so bad he jerks me back down! That’s when I know I’m really going to get it good!

When he grabs my ankles and fucks me hard from behind? Sometimes I reach back to brace myself! That’s when I know I’m really going to get it and I better be able to hold my breath a long time!

He pins me to the bottom and fucks me so hard it feels like he’s going to fuck all the air out of my lungs! Sometimes I think he’s actually going to drown me! You have no idea what a rush that is!!

Then I feel his cock explode inside me and I cum! Gawd; how I cum!! My back arches as he sucks on my nipples and I lose all the air in my lungs and it feels like I’m going to drown! Those orgasms are the best – the absolute BEST!

(written Nov 23 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Sexunderwater.com and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Dorothy’s hanging at the hidden facility 4.1 (7)

Posted on February 10, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

It was a beautiful fall day as Dorothy Curtis made her way down the street in her black heels, black miniskirt and light grey knit top. The sun was out and the temperature felt just right as far as she was concerned. A slight breeze playfully tousled her blonde strands as though Mother Nature was looking down favorably upon her.

She was on her way to the supermarket humming a happy tune. She had plenty of money in her pocketbook and life was good. Her career as a business woman was flourishing and she was well known about town. At that very moment Dorothy Curtis could not have been any happier.

It was a condition that was about to change drastically in a matter of seconds…

She was close to the edge of the street when a car suddenly pulled over to the curb a few paces in front of her. As she curiously approached, the back door suddenly opened and a man in camouflage trousers and a dull grey/green shirt burst out. “That’s the one!” proclaimed another male voice from the driver’s seat. Dorothy was grabbed and hustled into the back seat so fast she had no time to think!!

“What the bloody hell??!!” she cried out as the vehicle pulled away from the curb and headed down the street. She twisted and struggled for a moment or two, only to discover it was useless to resist in the strong hands of her male captor. “Where the bloody hell are you taking me??!!” she blurted out from a mixture of anger and growing alarm.

“Not to worry, miss,” the driver answered from the front seat. “We’ll be there shortly. When we arrive everything will become clear!”

She looked at the man grasping her and harumped at him, shaking off his grasp as she sat back in her seat. There was no use resisting now; he was much too muscular. “I hope there’s a good explanation for all this nonsense,” she muttered. “I was on my way to pick up some groceries, you know.” But her companion in the back seat uttered not a word so long as she was behaving.

It took about 20 minutes for them to drive out of the city and down a private lane. Then they went down a hill where a hidden facility made its presence known. It reminded Dorothy of some old prison that must have been abandoned! The stone walls were faded from years of being exposed to the elements, and there were fences everywhere.

The car stopped by a little guardhouse, and Dorothy was taken out of the back seat. Her two captors escorted her toward the guardhouse where they stopped as another man in the same looking camouflage trousers and shirt came out. He had a clipboard with a picture and some paperwork which he inspected before looking closely at her.

“Is this the one?” the man on her left arm asked perfunctorily. The man with the clipboard nodded…

“Yes. She matches the description given by the complainant.” Then he went back inside the guardhouse long enough to retrieve a length of rope which he handed to one of Dorothy’s captors. The man took it and looped it over his shoulder as the one from the guardhouse handed a couple of shorter lengths to the other.

“Here you go, gentlemen. This should do the job rather nicely.” Dorothy was appalled…

“Do the JOB???!!! WHAT JOB???!!!” But she was ignored.

“Very well,” the one on her left replied. Then he grabbed Dorothy’s arm. “Come along, miss. Let’s get this over with.”

“Get WHAT over with??!! Bloody hell; what are you two on about??!!” Again there was no response.

The two men took her by the arms and marched her over toward an object standing alone in the middle of the courtyard. Dorothy saw were they were taking her and she gasped in horror… “Bloody HELL???!!!” She couldn’t believe where they were taking her!!!

It was some sort of wooden post sticking up all alone out of an elevated concrete pile with an arm projecting out the top at a 90 degree angle. A small set of wooden steps led up to it on the right, and a flat piece of wood came out from the front! There was some sort of lever near the base of the concrete pile on the left!

Dorothy looked at it and then gasped for breath!! What the hell was THIS???!!! She had just been walking down the street to buy groceries no more than 20 minutes ago!!!

The two men suddenly stopped her right in front of the contraption. One roughly grabbed her arms from behind, holding her firmly in his grasp. That’s when the other reached out and ripped her blouse open, popping several buttons and revealing that Dorothy hadn’t been wearing a bra! The poor woman was horrified!!!

“What are you DOING??!!” she blurted out in horror and shame.

“Slut!” was the man’s reply who had exposed her.

“Looks like we’ve got the right one for sure!” the man from behind added with a cruel sneer.

Dorothy felt the one behind her start to tie her arms together behind her back! That’s when she started to hyperventilate!! This wasn’t a dream at all; this was all too bloody REAL!!!

The other took the rope over his shoulder and tossed it over the projecting arm of the post well above his head. Then he fashioned a noose out of one end! Dorothy let out a squawk of terror… and then promptly wet herself!

“Why are you d-doing this??” she blubbered as she was forced up the small set of steps.

She soon discerned the purpose of the flat piece of wood sticking out in front when she was positioned right on top of it! Then the noose was draped over her shoulder around her neck! Dorothy let out little mewling noises as her mouth went dry.

One of the men came down from the concrete where he retrieved from his pocket the additional length of rope he’d been given. Then he proceeded to tie Dorothy’s ankles together just above her heels! Dorothy was horrified and she let out little wounded-bird cries as the man behind her maintained a good grip on her arms!

She simply couldn’t fathom what was happening to her!! One minute she had been walking down the street to the supermarket on a perfect fall day, happy as a lark! The next she was being prepared for a hanging!! Her breasts had been deliberately exposed and her nipples protruded shamefully as her pussy became squishy from a terrible arousal!!

Her chest began to heave; she couldn’t catch her breath! Her mouth was dry and her voice cracked as she tried to speak. “WH-WHY?” she croaked, unable to force out any more words.

“We’re just doing our jobs, ma’am,” the one said as he finished tying her ankles together. “Some complaint from some woman about you, near as I can figure,” the one behind her added. Then he left her as he came down off the concrete piling.

The one in front stepped back as the other moved to stand next to the lever. Dorothy’s eyes got bigger and bigger; she just couldn’t believe this was happening!! How had such a glorious day gone so horribly WRONG??!!

With a motion from his foot, the man standing next to the concrete piling tripped the lever. Dorothy suddenly felt the piece of wood she was standing on give way! Then she started to fall, only to be jerked up short by the noose around her neck, forcing her head to tip downward!!

For a moment she hung limp and ramrod straight, her breath rasping out of her mouth as her feet fluttered for solid footing beneath her. Then she began jerking her legs and arms as her body instinctively fought against the constricting coil around her neck. Harder and harder she jerked and twisted, the noose tightening ominously as she struggled, causing her to fight even harder for another breath!!

Her breasts bounced tantalizingly, and she noticed the one bastard standing in front of her staring at her in utter fascination. Was that a bulge developing in his trousers?? She could not believe he was getting hard watching her hang to death!!

BLOODY HELL; WON’T SOMEBODY GET ME DOWN???!!! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!!

She twisted around and jerked her legs, all to no avail. The noose kept tightening, strangling her to death!! It felt like it was taking forever even though it had only been a few minutes!!

Her knees suddenly bent as she began bunny-hopping. Her eyes became bloodshot as her breasts jerked and bounced, her nipples painfully hard. Then she became consciously aware of the agony of major organs dying inside her! That’s when her bladder gave way and she wet herself, unaware there was a drain directly beneath her designed for just such an occasion.

Her lungs heaved in her chest, she could not breathe anymore. Her face felt hot and puffy from a lack of oxygen to her brain. Stray muscles twitched as spasms originated in her stomach. Then there was a death rattle from somewhere in her throat as her sprit left her body, leaving a sexy, dangling corpse for a couple of horny men to admire.

In 37 minutes she had gone from happy… to dead!!!

Eventually they took her down and disposed of her in a secret grave. Then they awaited further orders for their next victim…

(written for Dorothy Curtis Aug 26 ’14 by riwa)

(Posers are courtesy of Enhjorning and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Giving Head Part III 4.4 (19)

Posted on February 7, 2015 by riwa

Note: there are two previous parts that I did not write. I have listed them below and included links to the stories as well as a link to the story that inspired it all by Minos.

Giving Head I by Karen & Giving Head II by Karen (posted at Dolcettish – registration is free) Perilous Machines – Giving Head by Minos (Picture story that inspired it all) Perilous Machines – Plans (Similar picture story using Karen’s name)

Giving Head Part III

written for Dorothy and Emma by Riwa

inspired by the Karen stories and the Minos story that started it all

Dorothy Curtis strode into the room, looking rather anxious. The young dark-haired secretary at the desk looked up startled. “Uh, can I help you, miss?”

“My name is Dorothy Curtis and I’m looking for my sister. Her name is Zilpha.”

“Zilpha? That’s a rather distinctive name, miss… no offense.”

“None taken. Has she been in here? I’ve been looking all over for her, and I can’t find her anywhere! I heard she might be coming this way.”

“I can check my records, miss, but I’m sure she hasn’t been in here. That’s a name I’m sure I would have remembered.”

“Would she be in your records?”

“She would if she came through this way.”

“Well would you please check, love?”

The secretary smiled at the charming British accent as she quickly skimmed through a file. “No, miss… no Zilpha.”

“What’s beyond that door?” Dorothy pointed, not sure if she believed the secretary or not. After all, Zilpha was missing and had left some rather ominous clues behind as to where she might be going.

“Oh that? That’s our guillotine room.”

“Guillotine room?” Dorothy gasped in astonishment. “Bloody hell, love! What do you mean by ‘guillotine room’?”

“It’s a room with our guillotine, of course,” the secretary replied with a smile. “We get ladies in here all the time; some to pay off debts and some as volunteers. It’s soundproofed as you may have guessed.”

“You mean you have women actually ride the bloody thing because they WANT to??” Dorothy gasped in astonishment. The thought was almost too horrific to contemplate… and yet for some reason it made her knickers wet. Surely Zilpha wouldn’t go in THERE, would she??

“You’d be surprised, hun,” the secretary replied with a smile. “Why just last week we had a volunteer named Karen come in and ride the guillotine. I guess the last secretary we had found it so arousing that she went in right afterwards and voluntarily lost her head as well. The cleanup crew had a double mess to attend to from what I understand. You see I only got the job a few days ago.”

Dorothy found herself panting heavily. For some reason the idea of women voluntarily allowing their heads to be cut off was terribly erotic in a horrific kind of way. “How does it work?” she asked nervously, wondering why she suddenly seemed to be so curious about it.

“Once you’re inside the room, hun, the door automatically closes and locks and remains that way for six hours… that is, unless you lose your head before then. Otherwise the door opens shortly after a guillotining takes place. There is a keypad on the machine for punching in numbers to stand on the platform to the bascule to be restrained and for the time it takes the blade to fall once you are locked in. But I understand it’s been updated to include a certain randomness should the keypad not be activated.”

“Randomness?”

“It randomly locks a victim in if she tarries too long on the platform. Then it gives her a random timeframe to consider what she’s gotten herself into before the blade falls. Makes them squirm quite a bit, you see. Some women want it done right away, while others kind of hem and haw about the whole thing. The randomness was recently installed into the system for some of these women who just can’t make up their minds.” The secretary smiled coyly at that.

“Is that all there is to it?” Dorothy wanted to know.

“Not all, miss. You see Mr. Walker runs this facility, and he has cameras installed in strategic locations all around the room. That way he can watch the executions as they happen. He also records it for posterity because some beheadings he likes to watch over and over again. I suppose he sells copies to certain individuals, but I really have no proof of that other than imagining that’s what I would do were I in his shoes, especially since something of this nature is liable to have great monetary value.”

Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, I must be mistaken then,” she told the secretary. “Zilpha probably wouldn’t come in here for THAT! Now if you had an iron maiden on the premises, then I might be a little bit worried.”

“Oh, but we do, Miss Curtis. It’s down in our basement.”

Dorothy felt her heart skip a beat, and her eyes flew open in alarm. “Could she… could she be down there?” she asked worriedly, suddenly finding it hard to catch her breath.

“Now I don’t know, Miss Curtis,” the secretary said politely. “I suppose we could check our records. But she’s certainly not up here; I can assure you of that! In fact, I can tell you the last woman who passed through that door into the guillotine room was a…” She paused long enough to check her records. “…a Mrs. Emma Hunter.”

Dorothy’s jaw dropped clear to the floor as her eyes went wide. “Emma Hunter??” she breathed in horror, clutching her chest as though her heart was going to burst forth. That was the name of her married sister! Surely Zilpha hadn’t used Emma’s name to get inside, had she?

…and then the door to the guillotine room suddenly swung partway open…

“Emma??” Dorothy repeated in horror, clasping a hand over her mouth in utter shock as her heart thumped loudly in her chest. “You mean she’s been in there the whole time we’ve been talking out here??!!”

“But miss, I thought you said your sister’s name was Zilpha…”

“… and the door opened!” Dorothy went on, suddenly not listening to her as she stared in horror at the door now standing ajar. “You said the door opens after six hours unless…” Then she gasped as she turned to the secretary…

“Tell me it’s been six hours since she went through that door.”

“Miss Curtis, she’s only been in there 35 minutes.” That’s when the color drained from Dorothy’s face as the implication of what that meant set in. But the secretary was still confused.

“I thought you said that Zilpha was your sister!” But Dorothy wasn’t listening to her. She was headed for the door…

“ZILPHA?? BLOODY HELL; YOU DIDN’T!!” Then she stepped right on through before the secretary could stop her. A moment later the secretary heard a scream of shock and horror from inside the room.

“MISS CURTIS, THAT’S EMMA IN THERE; NOT ZILPHA! COME BACK! COME OUT OF THERE THIS INSTANT OR YOU’LL HAVE TO WAIT SIX HOURS TO…” But it was too late. The door swung closed, and she heard it lock itself.

“I’m going to be in so much trouble with this one,” the secretary muttered unhappily, shaking her head. Then she buzzed Mr. Walker’s office to explain what had just happened…

—

Dorothy stared in horror at the sight before her. A naked body was twitching and spasming as it lay secured upon the bascule. The form looked familiar but she couldn’t be sure… didn’t want to be sure. Dorothy hesitantly stepped forward until she could see the interior of the metal bucket lying in front of the contraption.

It wasn’t Zilpha after all…

Her sister Emma – or her head rather – looked up at her with an expression of utter shock on her face. A smear of blood covered one cheek, although most of the blood now pumping out of the severed neck was avoiding the metal bowl by pouring down just shy of the steel bowl and collecting into a depression in the floor with a metallic grating covering some sort of drain. There was a sudden flutter in the eyelids that made Dorothy cry out and wet herself. Then the expression sagged tiredly.

“BLOODY HELL!” Then Dorothy turned and rushed for the door. But it was closed and locked; she couldn’t get out.

“LET ME OUT; LET ME OUT!” She pounded on the door, but to no avail. Then she remembered the secretary telling her the room was soundproofed, and she sagged in defeat.

What had that secretary said… something about six hours? Was she now condemned to spend six hours with the head and corpse of her sister Emma?? Dorothy let out another scream of horror… and then promptly wet herself again as she orgasmed like crazy.

She felt dizzy and disoriented, backing up and causing her to put a hand out to steady her balance. Her hand touched the bascule and she turned and saw her sister’s headless body twitch and spasm again. She let out another shriek as she backed away from it in horror.

Six hours? Six bloody hours??!! This was going to be intolerable!!

Dorothy trembled as she looked down at the head of her sister in the metal bucket. Then she looked at the guillotine and followed the rails up with her eyes until she saw the blade apparently locked back into the ‘ready’ position. Fresh blood dripped off the diagonal edge – her sister’s blood. She gasped… and then screamed in orgasm all over again.

Dorothy collapsed onto the floor, rolling back and forth as she tried to compose herself. Her climax plateaued, ebbed and faded, leaving her breathless again. Somehow she managed to get back on her feet.

There was an unidentifiable hum, a quiet sound that caused her to look up. It was coming from the blade itself, or perhaps from the framework around the blade. It made the bloody thing seem as though it was alive!!

There was a sudden more noticeable hum from the bascule as it suddenly tipped and angled backward. Her eyes flew open in horror as the naked body of her sister was stood upright, blood still oozing out of her severed neck. Then the restraints came open and her sister’s headless body crumpled onto the floor.

Dorothy trembled like crazy as she looked down upon it in complete and utter astonishment. Her sister’s nipples were still erect from some sort of perverse arousal. And her trimmed pussy was glistening. That’s when Dorothy detected the faint aroma of urine.

There was yet another spasmodic quiver in the headless corpse. Dorothy lost it again, screaming in orgasm as her legs gave out. She collapsed onto the floor a second time, rolling around in an orgasmic fog until her vision cleared and the intense pleasure faded away.

For awhile Dorothy just sat there numb with shock. Then she took stock of her surroundings. She found one camera embedded in the wall as evidenced by a little red light indicating its presence and that it was recording. Then she found another… and then another. This Mr. Walker fellow must have watched her sister lose her head from several camera angles… and now he was probably watching her too!

Dorothy wanted to say something, but thought better of it. What could she say? If the secretary was right, there was no way she was getting out of here anyway before the six hours were up, not unless she took matters into her own hands and…

Dorothy stood up and shook her head, trying to drive THAT thought right out of her mind. That was crazy thinking; just plain crazy! Then she looked at Emma’s headless, naked body again. Apparently her sister had given it some thought, certainly enough thought to cause her to put herself into that hellish contraption! What the bloody hell was she thinking??!!

Dorothy walked over to the door again and tried it. She shouldn’t have been all that surprised to find it was still locked. Then she looked up at one of the cameras. “I don’t suppose you could let me out of here, could you?” There was no response.

Obviously he could see her. But couldn’t he respond? Or was the room set up so that neither party on either side of the lens could communicate with the other? The secretary out there had said it was soundproofed! Was she truly alone in here with a head and naked corpse for a six hour duration, even if it was her beloved sister??

Dorothy walked over to the metal bucket and once again looked inside at the head of her sister. This time it didn’t seem quite so bad, didn’t have the same impact from the first time she’d seen it. Was she starting to get used to it, used to the horror of it all? And why was she feeling all tingly and strangely aroused??

“Bloody hell, love; what were you thinking?” Dorothy asked the head, shaking hers in dismay. “I might have expected this from Zilpha, but not you; certainly not you!” Dorothy looked up at the blade again, wincing in near orgasm as another drop of fresh blood dripped down.

She looked all around the room, but there was nothing else to see. All it contained was the silver metallic guillotine and the keypad to operate it. What had that secretary said about setting the controls? Dorothy wasn’t sure she wanted to remember that part.

She walked over to her sister’s body and looked down upon it. It seemed grotesque the way it lay crumpled like that with tits and pussy fully exposed. Dorothy felt like she ought to at least give it some dignity, or at least cover it from voyeuristic eyes. She found her sister’s skirt and blouse folded neatly in a corner, and she used them to cover Emma’s nakedness. But she couldn’t stop trembling from some perverse excitement within her that just wouldn’t go away!

She walked around to the front of the guillotine and made herself look down into the metal bowl again. Emma’s head looked back at her with that same tired expression. But now she thought she saw something else. Had her sister experienced one last orgasm before she’d lost her head? There was certainly an aroma in the room… or was that just the smell of piss as well as those bloody orgasms she kept on having??

She looked around the walls of the room, locating all the cameras. “Did you enjoy that?” she sarcastically called out to one of them. “Did you enjoy watching my sister lose her head? Is that what got you off?”

She suddenly felt another erotic jolt ripple throughout her body. According to the secretary that’s exactly what the cameras were there for: so he could watch a beheading from every possible angle. In fact this Mr. Walker was probably watching her right now just to see what she would do!

Dorothy found herself breathing heavily again. She could tell right away she was wet down below, wet from her insane arousal and the shameful orgasms she’d endured thus far. Did that perverted bastard actually want to see more??

She could certainly give him a show; she had six hours to kill before the room let her out. She could strip out of her clothes and entertain him, give him something to see. Otherwise she was liable to go stark raving mad, especially with no one in here to talk to save the head of her dearly departed sister!

“What do you think, love?” she asked Emma’s head in the metal bucket. She felt another erotic shudder and she panted for breath. “You’re no help at all, love,” Dorothy told the head. “So I think I’ll do it anyway.”

She located one of the cameras and then started to strip for it. She kicked off her shoes and then slowly removed her blouse. The skirt came next until she was left in her bra, knickers and nylons. She folded her clothes and then left them in a pile on her shoes near the body of her sister.

“Want to see more?” she asked the camera. “Well why not? You saw all my sister’s goodies!” Then she reached behind her back and popped the clasp to her bra. It fell away, exposing her impressive, quivering mounds while revealing how erect her nipples were. Surely Mr. Walker would appreciate seeing how aroused she was!

She thumbed the waistband to her knickers, slowly pulling them down as well. Then she worked the nylons down her legs until she was totally naked. She tossed her underthings in the direction of her skirt and blouse, smiling as she presented herself to that particular camera. Then she spread her arms and proclaimed, “How does this suit you? Like what you see?

She moved around the room to each camera, flashing herself at each one. The whole time she felt an incredible arousal at the thought she might be getting him off. Then she turned and looked at the guillotine again. A little voice in the back of her head told her, “Now THAT’S what he wants to see, and you KNOW it!!”

Dorothy inhaled sharply as she started to tremble again. Then she looked down into the metal bucket at her sister’s head. “Did you do it for him, love?” she asked quietly. “Did you put yourself into the guillotine for his sake? Or did you do it for yourself? Why’d you do it, love?” There was no answer.

She walked to the back of the guillotine again where she saw her sister’s covered body. It was close to the bascule and she felt it should be a little farther away. So she grabbed both wrists and dragged it away from the lethal contraption.

She looked up at the cameras again, and a thought occurred to her. She turned in the direction of her sister’s severed head as another erotic shudder rippled through her. “I think he wants to see your sexy corpse, love,” she told it. “And since you’re too dead to care anymore…”

She carefully removed the skirt and blouse she’d laid out upon the body, folding the clothes and placing them upon her own. Then she arranged her sister’s nude corpse so the legs were spread, giving the jolly old pervert a good view of everything: tits, pussy and all.

“There; is that better?” she asked the nearest camera. Then she turned and looked over at the bascule. “Oh, you want more?” she added with a coy little smile.

She was starting to become a little giddy; was she losing her mind? Had she snapped from the horror of it all? Or was her reaction simply the only way she could cope? Dorothy Curtis had no idea.

She walked up to the bascule, hesitated a moment, and then very slowly stepped onto the platform and pressed herself into it. “You like this?” she called out at one of the cameras. “You like the thought of me being restrained so you can watch your bloody machine cut my head off? Is that what you’re after?”

She inhaled sharply as she quickly backed out of the bascule. What the hell was she thinking crawling in there like that? She just stared at the damnable thing as her body started trembling like crazy again.

She turned to stare right into one of the cameras, struggling to catch her breath. “You want to see me lose my head; don’t you, love!” she breathed, the thought of it giving her the shakes. “Does that get you off?”

She hesitated for a moment before deliberately stepping up onto the platform up against the bascule again. She felt an erotic shudder as her naked body came in contact with cold steel. Now all it would take would be the machine locking her in! She could end up just like her sister if she wasn’t careful!

She suddenly stepped back out of it again, panting heavily for breath. She was trembling again, her breasts heaving as she tried to compose herself! She was terribly excited; what the bloody hell was wrong with her??!!

She could plug numbers into the keypad if she wanted to; that would certainly reduce the time she had left in the room by several hours. But did she really want to give up her head so easily?? Apparently her sister had most certainly been willing! If only she could communicate with her now… find out what her thoughts had been in those last few moments before getting locked into the bascule!

She turned and looked at another camera, deliberately flashing her goodies at it. “You WANT me in that bascule now, don’t you!” she taunted. “You WANT to watch me lose my head; don’t you, you bloody bastard!” And with that she deliberately backed into it again, stepping up onto the platform in reverse with her back to the cold steel.

Dorothy felt another erotic jolt as her breath caught in her throat. Her mind screamed, “ARE YOU INSANE??” She trembled like crazy as she quickly stepped back out of it.

She slowly walked around to the front of the contraption; she had to see her sister’s head again. Somehow she had to understand! Then she looked closely into Emma’s face.

Was she seeing things? Was she going crazy or was there a look of ecstasy in Emma’s eyes?? Just what HAD her sister experienced in those last, fateful moments??

Dorothy reached out and tentatively touched the metallic channel the blade had passed through. She got the shivers again, finding herself strangely excited. No it was more than that; she was actually AROUSED!

Her nipples protruded out of her boobs as though they were going to pop off!! Was she losing her mind? A female could certainly go crazy left all alone in a room like this for any length of time, especially with a severed head and headless, naked corpse to keep her company!

She walked back to the bascule and thoughtfully caressed it, contemplating how her sister’s warm, naked body had laid inside it just a short time ago. Now Emma was headless, her corpse all splayed out for the enjoyment of that pervert Mr. Walker. Dorothy couldn’t help moaning softly due to the perverse eroticism of it all.

She moved back to the bascule and looked up at one of the cameras again. Then she deliberately backed up into it, stepping backward up onto the platform while feeling the cold metal press against her backside. She felt another incredible surge of arousal; if she stayed there much longer she just might cum all over again!!

All of the sudden she heard a mechanical hum as motors began to close the restraints around her. Dorothy let out a cry of alarm, but she couldn’t move. She was numb with shock, numb from an insane arousal. By the time she’d obtained full use of her senses to react, it was too late. She was locked in!

Dorothy promptly wet herself, screaming in orgasm. She’d forgotten all about the random settings that secretary had told her about. Or had she?

Was it possible she had deliberately done this on a subconscious level? Was it possible she wanted to fully experience what was now displayed on her sister’s face, the look in the eyes of that incredible severed head lying inside that metal bucket? Or was it possible she simply wanted to put on the ultimate show for Mr. Walker?

Dorothy panted heavily, trying to catch her breath as she started to hyperventilate. Her mind was screaming at her…”Why – why – WHY DID YOU DO IT??” She had no answer.

There was a loud click followed by another whirring motor and a quiet hum. Then Dorothy felt the bascule start to tip her over backwards… SHE WAS BEING MOVED INTO POSITION!! She screamed in orgasm yet again, her body shuddering as she wet herself once more.

In her haze she wondered if Mr. Walker was enjoying the show right now. It was incredibly erotic knowing some pervert was out there getting off on all this! Was he stroking; was he masturbating to the sight of her getting locked into the bascule and being tipped into position? Or did he have a female mouth working his cock while he was watching the view from the cameras… that secretary perhaps?

Dorothy continued to tip back until the bascule lay horizontally. She looked up and saw the blade hovering directly above her as she was slid up into place. Then the lunette came down upon her neck and locked in, the last solemn piece of the puzzle to the crazy way her life was about to end.

Dorothy looked up in horror to see the blade looking down on her. She saw a drop of blood release from the cold steel, plummeting until it splattered onto her chin. That set her off once more, and she screamed in orgasm as she wet herself all over again, her naked body writhing in the cold, metal bascule.

She panted heavily for breath, hyperventilating like crazy as she stared upward. How soon – how soon; how long would it take? Hadn’t the secretary said something about some randomness program? Bloody hell; how long was she going to have to wait for it??

“Get me out of here!” she cried out at one of the cameras. “GET ME OUT OF HERE!!”

Her arms and legs started thrashing about with what limited movement they could achieve. She writhed back and forth until she felt the contraption start to shudder from her movements. Then she froze as she stared up at the blade in horror, afraid her struggles might trigger the damned thing.

Bloody hell – bloody hell – BLOODY HELL!!!

Was this how her sister had felt moments before she’d lost her head? Was she scared, exhilarated, terrified, ecstatic? Dorothy felt all of those and more!

How long – how long – HOW LONG??? There was no way of knowing. She hadn’t plugged any numbers into the keypad, hadn’t even touched the bloody thing! If it was all random the way the secretary had said, then the blade might come down at any moment… or it might not come down for hours!

Dorothy gasped for breath as though her lungs were struggling to function. She suddenly became painfully aware of the cocks she would no longer get to experience. There would be no more fuckings, no more BDSM sessions with the men she hired. Soon there would be no more ANYTHING!

…and then another drop of fresh blood – her sister’s blood – plummeted down from the blade, splatting upon her neck, splatting right where the blade would come down!!! Dorothy screamed as she orgasmed again, her naked body writhing like crazy all secured within the bascule.

She closed her eyes, caught her breath, tried to compose herself. She looked up, saw the blade above her, and nearly screamed again. It was real, it was all so bloody real!!

Her nipples were hard, so very hard protruding out of her boobs that they hurt. And she was wet down below, so very, very wet! Surely she was giving that bloody wanker Mr. Walker a hell of a good show, wasn’t she? The thought made her tremble like crazy. Strangely she actually wanted him to watch her, to enjoy the show. But at the same time she desperately wanted him to get her the hell out of the bloody thing!

She tried to speak; discovered that her throat was dry. She gasped for breath, whimpering pitifully as she writhed and wriggled. Then she focused her eyes again upon the blade above her, the ever-present blade of death hovering ominously above her just waiting for the command to drop. It scared her half to death, a fear that was intense with its eroticism.

Dorothy tried to be quiet, tried to listen for any sound that would indicate the door was opening, that Mr. Walker was coming, that the secretary was entering to fix this terrible mistake. But was it really a mistake? Deep down had she wanted this all along just like her crazy sister apparently had?

She could feel how wet her pussy was, feel the ache – the throbbing – as though it was going to explode. It was so hard to catch her breath; she kept hyperventilating like crazy. And every little creak in the room – every little noise – made her stare up at the blade in terror as though it might start its downward journey at any moment!

How long had it been… minutes… hours?? How much longer would it be?? Then she thought about her other sister, and she wondered where the hell Zilpha had gone!

Was she outside the door right now, just as she had been outside the door the whole time not knowing her sister Emma was getting into this very bascule that would hold her in place while the blade took her head? How could she possibly have known Emma was beyond the door losing her head while she was out there talking to that bloody secretary asking about Zilpha?? Maybe her other sister was out there at this very moment…

“ZILPHAAAA??? ZILPHA, I’M IN HERRE!!! ZILPHA; GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! I’M IN HEREEEE!!!”

There was a constant humming coming from somewhere up near the blade, a humming that abruptly ceased. Dorothy looked up just in time to see the blade suddenly plummeting downward. Her eyes flew open in horror and she opened her mouth to scream, only to feel a sharp pain slice right through her neck. Then she was falling, tumbling backward, falling into the abyss.

Her face came to rest against her sister’s left cheek, allowing her to stare right into Emma’s tired eyes. Dorothy tried to scream, but nothing came out as her mouth gaped open. Her lips twitched as her eyelids fluttered.

She was unaware of her body bucking in the bascule, unaware of the massive climax her dying corpse was experiencing. She was unaware she had squirted, had really wet herself at the very last moment. And she was unaware that the door had now swung partway open.

The last thing she saw was a close-up of her sister Emma’s face. Then her eyelids fluttered once more as her vision faded away. Her body continued to twitch and spasm involuntarily for several more minutes within the bascule before it was tipped up and released, allowing her headless corpse to crumple onto the cold, hard floor not too far away from that of her sister Emma…

—

Zilpha watched the monitor in horror as she stood strapped into the Iron Maiden. “That was your other sister?” the man in the black hood observed with a wry smile. “They both must have enjoyed the guillotine very much. Now let’s get you all locked in, shall we?” Then he started to close the door.

Zilpha started screaming moments before the many spikes started pushing against her tender flesh. She felt painful penetrations in one… five… ten… dozens of places. The spikes pushed deeper into her flesh as the door closed tighter, cutting off the light to the outside world. Then it slammed shut, leaving her in suffocating darkness to scream at the top of her lungs as she slowly bled out from a multitude of piercings.

…and then she was cumming and cumming and cumming as though she would never stop…

(written for Dorothy and Emma Jan 30 by riwa)

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