Girl’s night out 6 4.4 (65)

Posted on August 20, 2023 by riwa

The brunette positions Sandy in front of her noose. Amber positions me in front of mine. Sandy looks over and notices my hesitation.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“I, uh…” Then I see a look of disappointment cross her features. Now I feel like I’d be letting her down if I refuse.

“This will be her first time too,” Amber explains, also noting my hesitancy.

“Uh, yes… my first.”

Sandy smiles nervously. “Then it’ll be the first time for both of us. That makes me glad you’re willing to hang with me in here.”

I can tell she’s a bit reluctant. It’s obvious she’s not fully on board, although she’s trying to be willing. I want to reassure her, but hanging with her was the last thing on my mind when I first entered this room.

I can’t seem to make myself give a yay or nay. I think her mother sees it in my features. She smiles as she tells me, “I really appreciate this. Sandy does too; right, honey?”

“Oh yes, mom! Naturally I’m a little nervous. But I don’t feel quite so bad, not with Amanda hanging right beside me for the very first time.”

Madelyn gives me a cryptic smile. “Around here we always like to do a little something special for the newbies.”

“Like wh-what?” I stammer nervously.

In response she steps right up to me. A moment later she starts caressing my naked body, giving me the shivers something fierce. She kisses me deeply at the same time I see the brunette step up and start to molest her daughter Sandy…

Part 6

I feel a hand in my crotch as fingers explore my slit. I’m nervous as hell. Why couldn’t they have tried this without the cuffs? I feel helpless and vulnerable.

All of the sudden I feel tension on the rope around my neck. A moment later I’m pulled up into the air. It catches me totally by surprise.

I begin to kick like crazy as I react to the pain of the noose constricting around my neck. I’m barely away of Sandy up in the air beside me. All I want is for this to end.

Somehow I manage to rasp, “Down!” A few moments later my feet find the floor. I wobble uncertainly, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggle to catch my breath.

“You see, honey,” Madelyn tells her daughter as she loosens my noose a little so I can breathe. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I want to tell her to speak for herself.

Sandy coughs a little as the brunette loosens her noose as well. “I… I guess it w-wasn’t so bad after all, mom.”

I stammer, “I’m not so sure…”

“Hot!” is all my purple-haired friend says as she looks at us.

Madelyn caresses me all over as though trying to calm me down. She kisses me, fingers my slit and sucks on an erect nipple. “You ok, honey? You seem a bit rattled after your experience. But it sure looked sexy as hell.”

“Sexy as hell,” Amber agrees. The brunette smiles and nods as well.

I’m embarrassed the way Madelyn and the others were so turned on by my suffering. I notice the brunette is away from the wheel while kissing Sandy all over again. Strangely, my fear has eased somewhat. Looking back on things, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all?

I hear Amber’s voice chuckle from her position at my wheel… “Again?” She does not even wait for an answer from the brunette. A moment later the rope pulls on my neck, lifting me back up out of Madelyn’s grasp.

I rasp at the pain around my throat while glancing over to see the brunette has quickly lifted Sandy back up as well. The pain is just as significant the second time around. Why, oh why, did I allow my sister to talk me into coming here??

I glance over at Sandy. This time, she’s not kicking as much as I am. It’s almost as though she’s trying to control herself.

It feels like we’re in midair a little longer before we’re lowered back down. I pant like crazy as the mother loosens my noose. So why is my pussy tingling like crazy? Is it the fear? Or is it the asphyxiation?

“Not bad, honey,” Madelyn tells her daughter as she paws me. “You were able to overcome it for a moment there. You see how you can keep yourself in control, if only for a short period of time?”

Sandy nods. I even see a faint smile on her lips. “I was… I was able not to kick as much, mom! I was able to control it!”

“You see?” Madelyn actually seems proud of her daughter.

I look over at Sandy in astonishment. She looks like she’s recovering much more quickly after her second hanging. I’m still frightened out of my wits… although my fear is dying back down.

“Well done, honey… although I think Amanda here needs a bit more encouragement.” Then Madelyn steps up to me and starts kissing me again.

My emotions are all roiled up. Worse, I’m embarrassed over how aroused I’ve become. I chalk it up to the fear of the moment as well as the struggle to breathe. If only Madelyn would stop it.

“That’s so fucking hot!” Amber says jealously as she watches us from her place by the wheel.

“The hanging, or all that sexy attention afterwards?” the brunette laughs as she lovingly caresses Sandy. I’m amazed Madelyn doesn’t mind a stranger molesting her daughter.

“Very sexy,” the brunette purrs at Sandy. “You catch on fast.”

“You think so?” Sandy excitedly pants when their lips part.

“Oh, absolutely.”

“You think we could… we could go again?”

“Only if you want to, honey.”

I hear Sandy’s words, and I start to panic. I really don’t want to be lifted up into the air again. I’m horrified to see the brunette step over to the wheel and grab on.

Madelyn has me in a deep, soulful kiss that I cannot break out of to cry out. A moment later I’m pulled up into the air away from her lips. Once more panic sets in.

I glance over to see Sandy hardly kicking at all. She almost hangs quietly, gently swaying back and forth a little. “That’s the way!” the brunette says approvingly from her position at the young woman’s wheel. “Now you’ve got it!”

I rasp as I start to kick again. Madelyn steps up and starts sucking on one of my erect nipples. At the same time, she fingers my cunt.

Instinctively, I wrap my legs around her as a blaze of incredible arousal courses through me. I’m still frightened, and it’s hard to breathe. But the forced pleasure blunts some of the impact of what I’m experiencing.

I don’t kick nearly as much, not with my legs around the mother. I have enough limited movement to glance over at Amber. She’s enraptured at the sight of me all noosed up, and her fingers are in her pussy. Gawd; that can’t be good!

They bring us down again. I’m not sure how long that one was. But it certainly felt longer than the last one… which was even longer than the first one.

Sandy and I pant for breath as our nooses are loosened again. “You’re doing well, honey,” Madelyn tells her daughter. “A little more and you’ll be able to do a nice, little dance if you wish.”

“You really think so, mom?”

“Of course. You just have to learn to control it for as long as you can before the rope takes over.”

I stammer, “It sure feels like the rope wants to take over every time I’m up in the air.” Everyone laughs. Then Madelyn moves in and kisses me deeply as she starts caressing me all over again.

“What’s she doing to her?” Sandy asks jealously as she looks over at her mother.

Amber sighs as she tells her, “Probably getting her ready to cum in the noose. I just LOVE cumming in the noose!”

“Really? Do you suppose I could cum in the noose?” Sandy sounds curious.

“It’s easy!” my eager, purple-haired companion replies.

As if in response, Madelyn ups her game with me. She’s all over me; kissing, caressing and fingering me. The sexual assault blunts my fear while at the same time making me all the more anxious.

Next to me, Sandy writhes and moans as my brunette escort really gives it to her. The whole room seems to reverberate from the sound of women getting it on. I’m embarrassed, nervous, anxious… and unbelievably turned on.

“Can we hang ‘em now?” Amber asks enthusiastically. My mind cries out, “Gawd; no!!” Then I hear my wheel as the rope tightens.

We’re both taken up into the air. Sandy hangs alone. But now she’s humping the air a little.

I try not to move, but I cannot help myself. I hear Madelyn calmly explain I need a little extra help. Then she steps forward as she purrs, “Here, kitty – kitty.”

Fingers thrust up into my crotch. I would prefer to be let down. But I don’t have any choice in the matter.

Sandy humps a little more. Her eyes widen as though she can actually feel it. Then her back arches.

She shudders as she tried to hold that position for a moment with her hips, occasionally hitching forward. Fluid leaks out between her legs.

Madelyn fingers me until I can’t hold back. I find myself squeezing as I cum all over her hand. It’s shameful as hell, but at least the pleasure helps to soften the pain.

The mother steps away until Sandy and I jerk and dangle together before we’re lowered to the floor. The brunette quickly steps around the wheel and loosens the daughter’s noose. Madelyn comes up and loosens mine.

“Well?” the brunette asks Sandy. “What do you think?”

“It hurt,” the daughter admits. “But… when I saw what mom was doing to Amanda? I just… it just came over me!”

“And what about you?” Madelyn asks me.

I blush as I pant for breath. “I don’t… I don’t know. It was… you certainly succeeded in making me cum.”

“It wasn’t just me,” the mother replies with a knowing smile. “Part of it was the rope here; I’m sure of it.”

“You mean I can cum like that out in the main room, mom?” Sandy’s not changing her mind about the possibility of hanging out there, is she?

“Absolutely, honey. Being prepared in here definitely helps with the experience out there. Of course, you don’t have to take part if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know, mom. It felt… it really felt…”

“What do you think about it?” Madelyn asks me. “You were frightened when we first strung you up.”

“I’m still a little frightened,” I reply.

“But I think she’s starting to like it,” our purple-haired friend says enthusiastically.

I glare at her as I tell her, “I am NOT hanging out there, and that’s final!” She just laughs.

“So what do you think, honey?”

“Mom… would it be all right… I mean… would you… do to me… what you did to Amanda?” Sandy is clearly embarrassed.

“I’d be glad to,” she says with a smile as she steps in front of her daughter. “I just didn’t want to embarrass you is all. Would you like to go again?”

“I… I think… yes… one more.” Then she turns to me and adds, “If it’s ok with you?”

What can I tell her? It’s not like I died or anything the last time I was in the air. I don’t like the fear or the strain on my neck. But it certainly hasn’t hurt me… well, not physically anyway. My nerves and emotions are a different matter entirely.

“Oh, she’ll hang with you again,” Amber tells her as she steps around her wheel and comes closer. “She’s very thoughtful and considerate that way; aren’t you, Amanda? Besides, you want to dance for me again, don’t you?”

I gulp as she starts molesting me all over. It sets fiery tingles of sexual excitement racing through me. It also gives me an erotic jolt of alarm and fear.

“A little longer?” Sandy asks hesitantly. “I want… I want to see… how long I can stand it.”

I want to shake my head and tell her no. “Oh, she’ll do it,” Amber tells her as she purrs at me. I glance over at the brunette manning Sandy’s wheel. But she’s enthusiastic as hell… no help at all.

I hear Sandy moan as her mother kisses and molests her. I can tell she really loves it. Maybe it’s the taboo nature of it all.

Amber is all over me, kissing and fondling me. She gasps as she tells the brunette, “Let’s hang ‘em like they will out in the main room; ok?” I want to tell her no, but I’m in no position to argue.

Purple-hair slowly pulls away, a string of drool between our lips that finally severs. She walks over to my wheel and grabs hold. Then she looks over at the brunette and nods.

I want to cry out. But my breath is choked off once we’re taken up into the air. This time we’re hefted even higher.

The fear returns in a rush. This time I try not to kick so much. Kicking only seems to help tighten the noose around my neck.

I watch as Sandy tries to hold still. We both hang limp. My toes flutter for a floor that isn’t there. But somehow I swallow down the panic as I keep my legs still.

Suddenly, there’s the sound of loud music coming from somewhere outside the room. There is a strong beat to it. It electrifies the inhabitants of the room… well, everyone except me.

Sandy starts to move her legs. Is she moving them in time to the beat? It sure looks as though she’s trying to dance.

I certainly don’t want to dance. I’m simply trying to hold my breath for as long as possible. But there’s a growing inferno in my lungs.

Amber has stepped away from my wheel. She looks up at me as she touches herself all over. A hand is down in her crotch as she furiously rubs herself.

Next to her, Madelyn is clearly enjoying seeing her naked daughter in midair. It’s astonishing beyond belief, a parent getting off on the hanging of her own child. It would seem even more surreal were it not for the fact I’m up in the air with a noose around my neck.

I start to kick a little, unable to help myself. Sandy has really become animated. She throws her chest out, arching her back before humping the air.

I’m amazed as she appears to cum again. I’m too busy fighting my noose to do anything like that. Then the brunette looks at purple-hair and declares, “That’s enough.”

Amber disappointedly moves over to my wheel. Sandy and I are lowered until our feet reach the ground. Amber comes back to loosen my noose, kissing me deeply while telling me how hot my dance was… if you could even call it a dance.

As she loosens her noose, Madelyn tells her daughter how erotic it was and how proud she is. She kisses and caresses Sandy until the daughter blushes. “Mom, can we go out and watch the hangings now? I don’t want to miss anything.”

“Absolutely.”

Madelyn works on her daughter until the noose is removed and her arms are freed from the cuffs. They thank us for a wonderful time. They tell us to watch for them out in the main room in case one or the other might choose to hang. Then they’re gone.

“What about me?” I ask nervously as I pull on my cuffed wrists.

“You didn’t cum that time,” Amber replies all matter-of-factly. “I think you deserve one more orgasm in here before we head out.”

“Th-that’s ok. I th-think I’m ready to go.”

“Not so fast.”

She motions for the brunette to come over and man my wheel. I stammer, “Th-that’s not necessary.”

“Oh, but it is,” purple-hair declares ominously.

I shake my head as I gasp, “But… but what about the hangings?”

“Oh, we won’t miss much. It usually takes a few minutes before the hangings get going. That will give us all the time we need to watch you swing in here, being as how I’m pretty sure you’re not going to dance for me out in the main room.”

I anxiously turn toward the brunette. She just smiles as she mans my wheel. They’re not going to hang me for real in here, are they??

“Relax,” she assures me with a lustful smile. “You’re among friends here. I promise we won’t hurt you… much.” She chuckles at that.

“No… wait… I’m not sure… I think I’m done – AWK!”

The brunette cranks the wheel and my feet leave the floor. Instinct wants me to kick like crazy. It takes everything I have not to start scissoring and struggling.

This time I’m lifted higher into the air. Amber immediately fingers herself as she watches me. The brunette steps over and joins her until they start talking to each other as they watch me suffer…

“She looks good; doesn’t she?”

“Sexy as hell!” purple-hair pants as she fingers herself harder. “You sure we can’t make her hang out in the main room?”

“Now let’s be nice. She’s a first-time visitor; remember? We just want her to have a good experience. And speaking of making her cum…”

“I’ve got this,” Amber declares.

She steps forward and parts my legs. Her mouth finds my crotch, and she starts to lick. Somehow I manage to lift my legs enough to rest them on her shoulders, giving me a faint reprieve.

Her tongue is incredible. I can’t keep from humping her mouth as I struggle to breathe. It hurts like hell, yet I can feel myself on the verge of an orgasm… one I desperately want if it means it’ll soften the pain.

She suddenly backs away until I lose her shoulders. I start to pedal as I hump the air. My cunt desperately wants that tongue back.

“Your turn,” Amber pants excitedly to the brunette.

She smiles as she steps forward and buries her face in my crotch. Again, I manage to get my legs up onto her shoulders. It’s not enough to take away the results of the noose trying to squeeze my throat shut. But it does lessen the agony a little.

The brunette squeezes my ass as she gives me a good tonguing. My back arches as I gurgle my breath away. Then I start to hump her face.

She tongue-fucks my cunt. Then she cruelly steps away. I end up humping the air as I start to swing back and forth.

I immediately start to panic: where’s her tongue; where are her shoulders?? I hump the air even harder. Then it explodes outwardly, a fiery warmth that momentarily blots out the agony of the coil around my neck.

“There she goes!” purple-hair declares as she furiously fingers herself.

“So hot!” my brunette escort breathes. Their orgasms are mere seconds behind mine.

The pleasure wrings itself right out of me until I can’t fight it anymore. I hang limp, trying to catch my breath. But there is no breath to catch.

For a long moment, I think this is it. Then the brunette moves to the wheel and twists it rapidly. Amber steps forward and catches me in her arms, quickly loosening my noose.

I’m dizzy as hell, and I cough to regain my composure. That’s when I become aware of them removing my noose and freeing me from the cuffs. It seems they’re not going to kill me in here after all.

They both kiss me all over until I feel surprisingly wonderful orgasmic aftershocks. Amber steps back and asks if I’m doing ok. The brunette smiles and waves her off… “Go. I know you don’t want to miss a single hanging.” And with that our purple-haired companion is gone.

“You ok?” my escort asks. I cough and nod.

“You did very well. I think you were born for the noose.”

“I don’t think so,” I reply with a shake of my head.

“Don’t worry. I promise; I won’t hang you out in the main room.”

I look deep into her eyes. I think she’s serious.

She sees my look and reassures me. “Oh, I might want to. But a promise is a promise. I would never make someone do anything they didn’t want to do.”

I thank her for that. I cough a couple more times. Then we hear a loud cheer.

“That means we have a winner,” she tells me with a sly grin. “The first one is in the air. Want to go out and see why everybody showed up tonight?”

A part of me is nervous. I don’t want to end up in the noose again. But she assures me she will not try to hang me in any way, shape or form.

Another part of me is curious. Maybe I shouldn’t be. But this is something I’m ashamed to admit I really want to see.

She sees it in my eyes. She doesn’t say a word. She just nods with a knowing smile as the two of us head out the door. Then my brunette escort leads us toward the loud music and cheering females.

2022 (Written Jan 19 ’22 by riwa)

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An aquaphile’s confession 4.2 (254)

Posted on August 15, 2023 by riwa

I love the water; pure and simple. When I was a kid and my parents bought me a wading pool, they could never get me out of it. When I got older, I graduated to an above-ground pool, where things only got worse.

I had my first orgasm underwater when I was fifteen. I was holding my breath, and I started getting dizzy. It felt so good that I started touching myself. That’s when I came… and I came so hard that I barely got my head above water in time; it felt so good. From then on, I was hooked.

I pestered mom and dad until they bought me an in-ground pool with a depth of eight feet. During the summer months, you could always find me in the deep end with a weight belt around my waist, one I’d bought from a sporting goods store. It actually got to where I could not get off at all unless I was underwater.

The years went by, and I eventually got me a good job, one that took me back and forth from Denver to San Francisco. I waited until I was out of the house to get me a set of nipple rings. But as it turned out, I didn’t have a pool at home. So I always make it a point to stay at places with a hotel pool I could use after hours. After midnight, you can always find me in the deep end getting myself off.

Oh, I don’t always get off by myself. I prefer a nice, juicy cock to suck on whenever I get the chance. Although to be perfectly candid, I will play with a female underwater from time to time, especially if the opportunity presents itself.

In the end, I’d rather have cock than pussy. Once it’s nice and hard, I want it deep inside me… but only if I’m underwater. And the guy has to be a decent breath-holder, or I’m not the least bit interested.

When I travel during business, I always find myself hoping I’ll run into someone like myself… some guy who loves to hold his breath and who likes sex underwater. There aren’t very many out there, let me tell you… at least very few I’ve come across in my travels. And the braggarts I do come across? They can’t hold their breath worth shit!

I only fuck in the water; I don’t fuck ‘em in their hotel room. And if they can’t stay with me at the bottom of the pool? I just kick ‘em to the curb. It’s the rare gem I look for who will give me the underwater pleasures I desire.

I’d gone without a good cum underwater for weeks, and I was horny as hell. It was starting to affect my work. So I decided a trip to my favorite motel in San Francisco was in order.

I hoped I might run into an agreeable cock when I got there. If not, I figured I would have to settle for my trusty rabbit. He has no problem holding his breath underwater whatsoever.

I got in around 7 pm, and I took a taxi to my hotel. I checked in, and then went straight down to the pool to make my presence known. But there was no one but mothers and their children in the water.

I looked all around. But there was not a promising cock in sight. Sadly, I figured Bugs was going to get quite the workout during my stay.

I ate in the lounge by myself, although it was not without a couple of attempts by two gentlemen to get me into their motel rooms. But I wasn’t interested in a bed. Nor was I interested in their feeble attempts to seduce me. I saw right through ‘em, and I gave ‘em both a polite brush-off. After all, I had something else in mind.

That first night, I went down to the pool after midnight, with Bugs in my swim bag. I had the place all to myself, so I used both the pool and Jacuzzi. It wasn’t long until Bugs was tripping my trigger in the deep end. I ended up experiencing a much-needed orgasm of gloriously bubbly proportions.

The next day, I checked in with a couple of clients, just to be able to pad my expense account. From there, my afternoon was free. Then it was back into the pool for another bubbly orgasm. Luckily, no one was around.

At midnight I went back down with Bugs, hoping I might not need him. But once again, I found myself all alone. So I stripped out of my suit and brought myself to orgasm underwater.

I was enjoying myself and the city so much that I decided to spend one more day in San Francisco. I did some sightseeing before I made it back to the pool that afternoon. But once again, there was no one but kids and mothers in the pool. So I behaved myself, although there were a couple of MILFs who looked rather promising.

After supper, I went to a show by myself. Then it was back to the hotel for one last pool orgasm. I waited until after midnight for the families to clear out before I headed on down.

For some reason, I went and left Bugs behind. By the time I remembered him, I thought, ‘The hell with it!’ I decided I would probably be just fine without him.

I stepped out of my suit and immediately headed for the deep end, where I proceeded to hold my breath while pleasuring myself. This time, I stayed on the bottom for as long as I possibly could. You see, the longer I hold my breath, the better the orgasms.

I was down a healthy two minutes or so, feeling it swell within me. I was starting to get dizzy – my lungs were on fire, you know? That’s when it hit. I came so hard, I could barely think straight, and I moaned as my body shuddered from a wonderful orgasm.

When I came up, I saw him sitting in the Jacuzzi. His eyes were big as saucers as he looked at me. I don’t think he knew I was naked in the deep end until that very moment.

He quickly looked away. The shy ones are almost always good for a little fun. I think many of them are repressed or something.

Anyway, he kept glancing in my direction whenever I was underwater. It was as though he was trying not to be obvious about it. It really gave me a tingle at all the delicious possibilities.

I knew I had him interested. But I was afraid I might lose him if I didn’t act right away. So I surfaced and got his attention by calling out, “Hey there!”

He called back, “Hello. Sorry for staring.”

I smiled as I told him, “Oh, it’s all right; I don’t mind. I kind of love the attention.” …which was true, as I’m a bit of an exhibitionist.

I gave him my most charming smile as I asked, “So tell me. How long can you hold your breath?”

He shyly smiled back at me. “I’m a bit out of practice. But I can usually get up to forty seconds easily enough. With a little bit of practice, I can probably reach a minute twenty.”

At that moment, I knew I had a live one on the line. My breath caught in my throat. So I swam closer before telling him, “That’ll do for starters. Care to join me? You can watch if you like. I don’t mind.”

I figured the first thing to do was to get him into the water. I had to get him to be as comfortable with me as possible. But for a minute there, I wasn’t sure it was going to work out.

“Umm…” he stammered hesitantly. I saw his face turn red with embarrassment. But my loins were getting hot. I didn’t want this one to get away!

“Come and join me!” I urged, reaching out toward him. “I see you have a watch on your wrist. You can help time me holding my breath while I’m getting myself off.”

He smiled timidly. For a moment, I was afraid he was going to say no. “Ok,” he nodded as he hesitantly climbed over the side of the Jacuzzi into the pool.

“Oh come on; I won’t bite!” I urged him. Then I took a deep breath and submerged.

After I’d slipped under, I saw him come under to watch me. He held his arm with the wristwatch up to his face so he could time me. So I stayed down for as long as I could while I touched myself all over.

I kept smiling seductively at him. My efforts were rewarded with a nice bulge in his trunks. It looked like a standard cock; nothing impressive, but certainly adequate enough for my purposes.

He actually stayed down with me for about a minute before he had to surface. But he went up, and then came right back down. The more effort he gave, the more impressed I became. I figured this one was liable to be a keeper, and I wanted him to see me orgasm.

I really pushed myself, fingering myself hard as I rubbed my tits. He really seemed to appreciate my efforts. If anything, his cock got even bigger in his trunks. It was a hell of a turn-on, and I finally bubbled a wonderful orgasm.

When I surfaced, he came right up with me, a big smile on his face. “Can you really hold your breath?” I challenged, not wanting to be disappointed. “I don’t want anyone who can’t hold his breath worth a damn!”

“Oh yes, ma’am,” he told me.

“Then prove it!” I demanded.

I submerged with a burble. He came right down with me. It gave me an erotic jolt, anticipating what we were going to do to each other next.

“These have got to come off,” I told him in a bubbly voice as I yanked down his trunks. His beautiful cock sprang free. I just about orgasmed right then and there.

He shocked me by moving right in, spreading my legs and tonguing my nub. It damn near sent me into orbit! I couldn’t help groping myself.

I could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. He actually shoved a finger into my slit as he licked me. I winced and shuddered; gawd, it felt good!!

He stayed down just as long as I did. My lungs began to burn, but he just kept licking and fingering me. I thought I was going to explode!

We both surfaced, panting heavily for breath. I gave him a smile, and he grinned back at me. “No one’s coming,” I gasped at him as I checked the doors. “Do me again. Just make sure you stay underwater.”

I took a deep breath before floating face down. He held me in place as he went back to work with that wonderful tongue of his. I simply had to caress my boobs with my hands. His bubbles tickled my nub, and it felt incredible! I was certain I’d hit the jackpot!

He grasped my thigh, cupping my tit as he licked me out. It felt so damn good, especially since I was holding my breath. That tongue of his nearly set me off, and I struggled to keep my orgasm at bay just a few seconds longer.

I couldn’t hold it back forever though, and I sure didn’t want to. It finally flushed hotly through my body. I winced and moaned as I shuddered in climax. He’d actually given me a really juicy orgasm… and I hadn’t even gotten to enjoy his cock yet! But that was about to change.

“Watch the door,” I told him with growing excitement. Then I took a really deep breath before submerging.

I took the head of his cock in past my lips and savored the flavor. I loved the way it twitched in my mouth. It had been far too long.

I licked the tip of his shaft as I grabbed his meaty pole. I enjoyed the way it twitched and jumped at the touch of my tongue. I played with it with my teeth, feeling it jerk and stiffen. Gawd; I love cock!

I must have frustrated him by not taking him all the way down my throat right away. I wanted to take my time enjoying it. To me, it was like savoring a fine wine.

I was so hot that I squeezed my boobs as I lapped at the tip. I kept trying to snatch a brief taste of any pre-cum I might entice to come out and say hello. I was finally getting to enjoy some cock underwater.

I was so hot that I took him back into my mouth, sucking on the tip as I worked him deeper. My lungs started burning again. But I didn’t care.

I finally had an underwater cock in my mouth. And I wanted the feeling to last for as long as possible. But my breathlessness got the better of me, and I was forced to surface until I popped up gasping for breath.

I like my conquests to occur underwater, preferably at the bottom of the pool. So I looked him right in the eye as I got my breath back. “This time you’re going all the way to the bottom!” I warned him in challenge. “You ready for it?”

He replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good!” I gasped excitedly. “Now down you go!”

I gave him a couple of seconds before pushing him under. Then I inhaled sharply before shoving him all the way to the pool floor. I crawled between his legs as he waved upward with his hands to keep himself down.

I saw him wince a little. No doubt, he was getting water up his sinuses. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel my mouth on his cock as he held his fuckin’ breath!

My hair drifted upward as I licked up the shaft of his quivering rod. He twitched in my hand, a sure sign I was giving him pleasure. His eyes were on me the whole time. It was such an incredible turn-on having him down there holding his breath with me as I licked pleasure into his trembling dick!

It was so heavenly, I just could not get enough. I even wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I wanted to make the experience last for as long as possible.

Amazingly, he stayed down with me the whole time. I mouthed his shaft once more. But aching lungs ended up sending us both back to the surface.

We both popped up gasping for breath. He smiled at me, but I just gave him this hungering look. Then I pushed him back down to the pool floor.

I gave him the most wonderful of titty-fucks. It felt absolutely incredible with his cock between my sensitive boobs. We stayed on the bottom until aching lungs forced us back up again.

I was beyond horny; I needed it now. But I wasn’t the aggressor anymore. I just wanted him to take what he wanted from me.

“Fuck me!!” I begged, embarrassed at the pleading in my voice. “I don’t care how you do it, so long as we’re both underwater. I just want you to take me down and fuck the shit out of me!”

This time, it was my turn to be pushed down to the bottom. That wonderful bastard spread my legs. Then he entered me at an angle, holding onto me so he wouldn’t lose me.

A moment later, he started pounding me relentlessly. I moaned and bubbled my pleasure. I even winced as my hair fanned out all around my head.

Gawd; he gave it to me good! He even held my left leg up in his armpit. It had been so long since I’d felt a real cock inside me. I thought I was going to explode, especially the way my lungs started burning in my chest.

I have no idea how he was able to stay down with me for so long. All I know is that the orgasm that swelled inside me was impossible to hold back. He had a good grip on my knee and ass, hammering me good and hard.

A moment later I was screaming, “Fuck me – fuck me – FUCK ME!” Then it slammed into me. I winced as I shuddered from one hell of an ‘O’!

It passed within moments, and I got this dazed, drugged look. He just kept fucking me as though this was sex at its finest… fucking underwater! Then my lungs really heaved.

For a moment, I didn’t think he was going to let me back up. But his lungs must have been on fire as well. He let me go, and we both shot up for a much-needed breath.

“Fuck; that was good!” I gasped, panting madly for breath. My heart was hammering in my chest. I really needed to compose myself.

But I wasn’t done with him, not in the slightest. Thankfully his cock was still hard and ready for more. “Again!” I blurted out like a bitch in heat. “More; I want more! Take me under and fuck me again! Make me hold my breath!”

He took a deep breath and then spun me around as we submerged. He pulled me down onto his dick, impaling my aching cunt with his wonderful man-meat. Then he started fucking me from behind. I couldn’t help riding him, moaning and bubbling as he took what he wanted from me… took what I was all too willing to give him.

He rammed me again and again, holding onto me as he thrust his hot, fuck-tool deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around him to make sure he didn’t slip out of me. I couldn’t help myself.

I wanted him to nail me again and again. Gawd; I was such a slut! It had been far too long, and I was glad I didn’t need my trusty rabbit.

My hair fanned out at the surface as I moaned and whimpered. I just kept begging him with bubbly breath to give it to me good. And that’s exactly what he did. If he’d been shy and reserved earlier, he certainly wasn’t showing any signs of it now.

I reached down to rub myself as I continued to brace my legs against his. It felt so damned good; I just couldn’t believe it! “FUCK ME!” I bubbled.

I winced as it started to swell within me once again. Gawd; this one felt like it was going to be enormous! I told myself I was staying down long enough to experience it, even if he drowned me in the process!

I’m multi-orgasmic underwater. But I seldom have the right partner to make it work; not unless I’m using Bugs, that is. But this bastard was hammering me as though he hadn’t had sex in ages.

My lungs were on fire. But I was going to have another one any second now. It was simply a matter of cumming before my lungs gave out.

I bubbled, “Fuck – fuck – FUCK!!” Then it slammed into me with an intensity I hadn’t anticipated. I grabbed my tits and rode the wave as he grasped me by my hips and jack-hammered me.

I grabbed my head and moaned. It just felt too damned good! It was absolutely incredible!

I was on the verge of drowning. But he still had a tight grip on me as his cock pounded my aching fuck-hole. Then he must have sensed my impending drowning or something, because he abruptly let go of his grasp on me.

We both popped up gasping madly for breath. I was in a daze, feeling weak and wonderful. But amazingly, his cock was still hard. And slut that I am, I wanted even more.

I blurted out, “POOL FLOOR; COWGIRL POSITION!” He certainly seemed agreeable enough. Then he took a deep breath, and down he went.

It suddenly dawned on me that I really needed more time to catch my breath. But the next thing I felt was an iron grip on my ankle, jerking me down. He pulled me right down, impaling me reverse-cowgirl onto his glorious cock. Fuck; what a rush!

I rode him like a woman possessed, unsure how much stamina he had left. If he was about to run dry, I was determined to milk him for all he was worth. I grabbed for my sensitive tits as he held onto my waist and fucked me hard, right there on the pool floor.

I never would have thought it possible. But I think I was out of breath, because my lungs started hurting almost immediately. That must have been why I could feel another orgasm coming on strong.

There was no way in hell I was going to be able to stay down on the pool floor for any length of time. But the way he was fucking me made me think he was either going to cum in my aching cunt, or drown me in the attempt. And the way I was feeling? I wasn’t sure I was going to care either way!

It swelled within me until it suddenly hit… and hit hard. I winced with pleasure, my hand in my hair as a warm wave coursed through my highly charged body. It was the best orgasm of the bunch… and it utterly devastated me.

Somehow, we made it back to the surface. I was left feeling weak and wonderful. It was the type of orgasm I experienced every once in a blue moon.

He’d been absolutely incredible. I wanted him to experience even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given me. So I took a deep breath and went back under as he stood with his head at the surface.

I gobbled his cock like a wanton whore. I literally swallowed it down like I hadn’t eaten cock in years. Then I pulled him out of my mouth and frantically jerked him.

My lungs were on fire; I was clearly out of breath. But this time it was his turn. I decided I wasn’t coming back up until I’d given him the release he’d earned.

When he took it out of my hand and started jerking on it, I knew his moment had come. But I wasn’t about to give him the honor. I wanted to be the one responsible for his cum-shot.

I jerked and squeezed, frantic to see that first discharge. My lungs were on fire, but I had committed myself. I wanted to see it… and glory be; there it was!

He’d barely gotten out that first puff of cream when I swallowed him down, wanting the rest of it for myself. I took him deep, my throat muscles hungrily milking every last drop out of his juicy cock. Only then did I allow myself to head back up for the air I needed.

I burst up gasping like crazy, feeling a little dizzy from lack of oxygen to the brain. “Thanks, baby; I needed that!” I gasped. Then I wrapped my arms around him.

I kissed him hard and deep before climbing out of the pool. I toweled myself off, fighting off a wave of sheer exhaustion. Then I headed back to my room, feeling well and truly fucked… and extremely satisfied!

2013; 2022 (written Jun 15 ’13; ed. Jun 2 ‘22 by riwa)

(Pictures are from sexunderwater.com and are used for illustration purposes.)

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The Hanging of Cassie Barclay – Part II (guest author) 4.5 (37)

Posted on August 10, 2023 by riwa

Bonus story by guest author Rick Jones

Part II

“Have you ever hanged a woman outside of a legal execution?” she asked quietly.

“Why do you ask that?” I asked her.

“One of your stories seemed very real to me; the two girls that were hanged by the short drop method: that seemed so real.”

I smiled. “You think so?”

“I have gone part the way there with that,” she told me. “I know how it feels and I know how it looks. I know the intensity of the orgasm as well. Was that how it was for them?” she asked.

I said nothing.

“A boyfriend did it to me once,” she told me. “We fixed a noose to a beam with a drop of just one foot. I climbed on to a stool and he put the noose around my neck and the kicked the stool away. I was wearing just a pair of cotton panties and he stroked me as I hung there. They were soaking wet by the time he took me down.”

“It is very dangerous to play those games.” I told her.

“Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always dreamed of being hanged.” Cassie told me. “I’ve been hanged by lovers before, but they always let me back down. Once I was dropped about eight inches, and the feeling of falling was such a rush. I then dropped about a foot, then a foot and a half. Each time, the rush was greater. Strangely, even when the hangman’s knot slapped the side of my head, it was good. Each time I dropped more, I orgasmed more intensely. I begged for a two-foot drop, but my lover refused. He left me soon afterward, saying that he didn’t want to be the one to tell my friends and family how I died.”

“Very wise.” I told her.

“You could do it for me though,” she told me. “Long drop method. Treat me like a condemned girl and execute me.”

“Yes, and I would get life in prison for it too.” I replied.

“No one would know. I have no family to speak of. No boyfriends or even girlfriends,” she continued. “Hardly anyone would miss me.”

“You work.” I told her.

She smiled. “Yes, my boss would miss his blow jobs, but I would leave beforehand, telling him that I was going on a back packing holiday.”

I smiled. “You give him blow jobs?”

She nodded. “His wife hates doing it and I can’t stand her. He’s a good boss anyway so there is no harm in going down on my knees every now and again and giving him a good blow job.”

The restaurant was starting to fill now, and conversation was getting difficult. “Shall we go to one of our cars and talk there?” She asked.

I was all in favour, but I had an erection and I had to wait a few moments. “We’ll go to mine.” I told her.

As we sat inside Cassie asked me again if I would hang her. I told her that she was a beautiful girl and had a lot going for her so why did she want this. All she could say was “I want that ultimate rush.”

I told her that it would kill her, and she said she knew that “I still want it.” She added.

Cassie reached across with her hand and touched my groin. “You could do it.” She said as she squeezed me. “Execute me. Treat me as a condemned prisoner. Take me and hang me” She added.

I could do, I knew that. I had enjoyed hanging the two girls. They wanted it; they had begged me to do it in much the same way. The two nineteen-year-old lovers had a similar fixation. They came to visit me just like Cassie had. I told them to go away, and I would think about it; after three weeks I told them I would do it.

None of them had close family, lived in a one bedroomed apartment, and were only working a couple of part time jobs between them. It wasn’t much of a life anyway. They came over and stayed with me and actually helped me with the gallows. I had built a short gallows for them. The platform was about three feet above the floor. The trap was a simple, single leaf design that ran the length of the front of the gallows. The trap also had a pair of steps at the front, so that the girls stood some 16 inches above the platform. This allowed me to set the noose so that there would be just a 12-inch drop, which would only tighten the noose around their necks.

We did a dry run the day after I had finished it. I hanged them individually leaving them hanging to the point that their feet just began to thrash about for support. Both girls admitted that the experience of feeling helpless had took them to verge of an intense orgasm that they had never experienced before. I fucked them both right afterwards and I can attest to their wet state.

I didn’t give them a specific date or time for the actual execution. I was fucking them both regularly throughout their stay and was enjoying it; I also had to wait for the delivery of an incinerator I had purchased. They knew on the day that it was delivered their time was very short. Two days before I had decided to hang them I prepared the ropes and then on the eve of their execution I made the final preparations on the gallows.

I left them to sleep together without me that night and then first thing next morning I woke them. I made each girl in turn stand naked while I fastened an execution belt around their waists and secured their wrists to it. They stood there silently watching each other getting prepared. “Okay girls this is it.” I told them.

They looked at each other with sadness in their eyes. One of them asked if they could have one more day together but I said no. There was no struggle as I led them by the arm out of the house to the gallows shed. They both stood there at the foot of the gallows for a few minutes staring up at the two nooses four feet apart while I switched on all the lighting. I helped each one in turn to climb the few steps to the platform and then put the noose around their neck, the knot at the back of the head so as not to snap the neck. Both girls watched as I went over to the lever. They were silent but there was a resignation in their eyes. They knew that this was it.

They knew what was coming next as I pushed the lever but even so there was a look of surprise on their faces and a yell as they fell. It was only a few inches, but it was enough to tighten the rope around their necks and so begin the process of their strangulation. I watched them slowly struggle and then begin their frantic kicking. I walked over to them and reached up and touched their sex. They were both very wet; very aroused but I helped them through their final orgasm.

They tried to scream through their orgasms but all that came out were the rasping sounds of their gasps for air. Slowly their struggles subsided, and I pulled away. Pulling up a chair, I sat in front of them and masturbated. Afterwards I went and prepared the incinerator and then I cut the bodies down and put them inside it along with their clothes, belongings and even the sheets from the bed they slept in.

Yes I could do it for Cassie just as I did it for those girls.

I looked at her as she still held my bulge. “Four weeks’ time.” I told her. “Be back here in four weeks’ time. No car, travel by bus. I will pick you up at the same time then.”

Her face lit up.

“One thing though.” I told her. “There will be no going back if you turn up. I will do it.”

She smiled.

“Now give me what your boss gets.” I told her.

Cassie obliged me slowly milking my shaft while she licked and sucked my cock. She seemed to know instinctively when I was ready to cum even before I started to groan; her mouth engulfed almost the whole of my cock and drained every drop of semen from me. If I had never seen her again that blow job would have been well worth everything.

Written by Rick Jones

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The noose ride (male and female victims) 4.5 (58)

Posted on August 10, 2023 by riwa

Spooky and I walked up to it, stopping to examine the contraption. I was a little surprised it actually had riders on it.

The male attendant smiled at our approach. He looked to be in his early twenties. I wondered if the carnival was paying him minimum wage for operating such a crazy ride.

I motioned at all the dangling bodies before asking him, “What do you do here? What’s your job in all this?”

“I’m responsible for cuffing their hands behind their back and then noosing them up. Then I go to the main panel and activate their rope. Each noose is set to go off on a random timer.”

I was incredulous as I looked at the bodies on display. “You mean to tell me that people actually want to hang on this thing?”

He gave me a shrug. “I don’t ask questions. I suppose some do it for the thrill. Others must have some sort of death wish. At least, that’s what I think.”

Spooky turned to me and asked, “So what do you think?”

“I’m not sure,” I told him. “What do you think?”

“It looks kind of exciting.”

“Do you really think so?” I was surprised. Was he actually considering getting a noose for himself?

He lapsed into silence as he looked at the bodies on display. I think the crazy bastard was actually excited by the whole damned thing!

There were several empty nooses remaining. I saw seven that were occupied. I counted two males and five females.

“They hang naked?” I said to the ride attendant after noticing none of them wore a stitch of clothing.

“Of course,” he replied. “It’s for show, for the riders as well as for those who come around to have a look. It’s not just for the paying customers, you know. It’s also for all the pervs who like seeing somebody hanging naked in midair, especially if they end up hanging to death.”

I turned and noticed Spooky studying the two males. Both appeared to be deceased. One had his hands cuffed in front. His cock looked as though it was oozing a little spunk.

“His hands are cuffed in front?” I asked the ride operator as I pointed out the closer male corpse.

“He wanted to jerk off while he was hanging.”

“Oh, really?”

I glanced over at Spooky. His heavy breathing had become noticeable. Was he really that affected by all this?

“How long?” I asked the attendant as I motioned at the riders in their nooses.

“It’s random,” he replied. “If the ride releases you, there’s a bell that rings loudly, followed by the noose coming down. That’s when I come over and remove the handcuffs and noose, setting you free.”

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. That’s when I noticed one female with orange hair standing on her toes. She was still alive!

Was she waiting to be hanged again? What the hell was the delay?? Her nipples were quite hard, so she was clearly aroused about something.

I noticed a second female, a brunette, who was also alive. She was standing flat-footed. But that didn’t last long, as she was suddenly hauled up into the air.

Almost immediately, she began kicking. She was quite animated as she danced and strangled. Would she stay up in the air? Or would the ride let her back down?

I tried to get a good look at her face. Was she scared or excited? It was hard to tell, although I thought I saw a certain element of enthusiasm in her performance.

I noticed Spooky watching her kick and twist. He certainly seemed fascinated by her dance. I must admit, it was pretty damned erotic.

What was he thinking? Did he really want to try it out? The ride – and that particular female air-dancer – certainly had his undivided attention.

There was just one hitch. We usually went on these rides together. What would I do if he asked me to ride it with him?

I turned back to the ride operator, as I had more questions for him. I wanted to know what I might be getting myself into if my companion decided he wanted to take it for a spin. “So tell me: how does it work?”

“The nooses randomly take you up and down. Sometimes you end up flat-footed for a while. Sometimes you’re up in the air for a minute or two.”

“A minute or two? Wouldn’t that kill you?”

“The ropes are kind of thick. I guess they don’t want the guests dying right away.”

“Any… accidents?”

He just looked at me in amazement. “You’re kidding; right? This is a hanging ride. It’s virtually nothing BUT accidents! You pay your fee and you take your chances, same as everyone else. I can’t guarantee what kind of random program the ride will give you. All I know is I can’t release you unless the ride dings at me.”

“Dings at you?”

“That bell I told you about.”

“Oh yeah… right.”

At that moment, the dancing woman came back down onto the wooden floor of the ride. She wobbled unsteadily upon her legs. I tried to determine if she wanted off. But according to the attendant, she would not be released until there was a loud ding from some bell.

Carnival music started to blare from a loudspeaker. The woman who’d just been lowered was lifted back up into the air. The woman on her toes was also pulled up.

The ride started to rotate slowly, setting every naked body in motion. The two women rasped for breath as they fought their nooses. The other bodies swung without any indication they were still alive.

The ride went on like that for about a minute until it stopped. Then the two women were lowered to the floor. They struggled to get their breath back as they tried to compose themselves.

I asked the attendant, “I take it that’s random too?”

“You got it.”

Spooky looked at the woman with orange hair as I watched the brunette. She saw me looking at her and blushed at my attention. Then she turned toward the attendant before asking, “I guess my ride’s not over yet?” He just smiled and shook his head.

I couldn’t resist as I called out, “Why? Do you want off?”

She breathlessly replied, “It doesn’t really matter what I want. I have to wait until it releases me.”

“Do you want to be released?”

She didn’t hesitate as she replied, “It doesn’t matter what I want. I’m committed now. So I have to stay here until the ride releases me.”

I turned to the attendant and asked, “Isn’t there some sort of manual override on her noose?”

He shook his head. “You heard the lady. She committed herself.”

“Yeah, but what if she hangs to death?”

“That’s the chance you take. Everyone who rides it signs a waiver.”

The woman with orange hair was suddenly pulled into the air. Spooky watched her as she promptly danced up a storm. The brunette watched her and inhaled sharply.

I watched for a few moments before calling out to the brunette, “Why are you riding that thing? Do you want to die?”

She blinked in confusion. “No. I mean yes. I mean no. I just wanted to…”

Her noose abruptly pulled her right back up before she could finish. At the same time, the other lady was lowered until she was flat on her feet. A lot of slack appeared in her rope, right before we heard a distinct bell.

The attendant immediately climbed onto the wooden platform and went over to her with a set of keys. Meanwhile, the brunette kicked and gyrated in her noose. Everyone else was in midair and appeared to be dead… unless they were quietly dying, too far gone to be saved.

The attendant removed the noose from the woman with orange hair before releasing her from the cuffs. She was none too steady, wobbling on her feet as she made her way down off the ride. “I thought I was a goner during that last spin,” she said to no one in particular, although by now I’d noticed there were several bystanders watching the show.

She slowly made her way over toward a row of wooden dressers. She pulled open a drawer and pulled out what I assumed were her clothes. Then she began dressing. I thought about asking her a question, but she seemed distracted.

The brunette was suddenly lowered. She rasped for breath as she ended up flat-footed. She was barely half a minute on her feet before the rope hauled her right back up into the air.

She let out a ragged gasp for breath. A moment later we heard a metallic sound, followed by some sort of buzzer. A red light flashed directly down upon her.

The attendant smiled as he called out to her, “Looks like your ride’s going to take you all the way to eternity, lady.” Then the music came back on. The ride began to swing her ‘round and ‘round, along with the other naked bodies.

She kicked and twisted as the ride kept swinging her by the place where Spooky and I were standing. Then it slowed and came to a stop. She kicked animatedly, her reddening face taking on a grimace of agony. Spooky’s eyes never left her as she danced her way toward her death.

She fought the noose for three or four minutes before she slowed down. Her struggles lessened quite a bit as the noose constricted around her throat. Then her bladder released.

The attendant noticed it right away. “Damn. I knew that was going to happen!” Then he climbed up onto the wooden floor and walked to the center of the ride.

He opened up a panel and pulled out what looked like some sort of floor squeegee. Then he pushed it back and forth underneath the woman. Most of her urine was pushed off the platform.

He quickly put the squeegee back where he’d retrieved it. Then he came back down and took up his position. When he caught us looking at him, he explained, “It helps to keep the floor as clean as possible to avoid slipping and breaking a bone.”

I pointed at the bodies and asked, “There are only two guys up there?”

“More females ride it than males. I don’t mind though. The ladies can be a little hesitant. But if a guy wants to do it, he just up and does it.”

“What happens when all the nooses are full?”

“I get to take a break. They leave the bodies up for an hour to make sure everyone is dead. Then a crew comes and takes them down, and the whole thing starts all over again.”

“How long does it take to fill the ride?”

The female voice asking the question caused me to turn with a start. I saw a blonde and a woman with jet black hair standing close by. I wasn’t sure, but I thought it was the blonde who’d spoken.

By now, the ride had certainly attracted a fair share of onlookers. But only the four of us – the two ladies along with Spooky and I – were this close. The others seemed to want to keep a safe distance back.

“It depends,” the attendant said to the blonde. “Sometimes it fills right up. Other times can take as much as an hour. It depends on how many people want to risk it.”

“Where do I sign?”

I frowned at my friend before shaking my head. I should have known. Then he looked at me before asking, “You’re riding it with me; right?”

I sarcastically retorted, “I hadn’t planned on committing suicide today, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He shrugged his shoulders as he went over to sign the paperwork the attendant was getting ready for him. The blonde immediately piped up, “I want to sign too!”

Her black-haired friend muttered, “Not a good idea, Trixie.”

“C’mon, Faye! It’ll be fun!” Then she walked over and signed as well.

I watched as her and Spooky undressed. They put their clothes in separate drawers. Then Spooky waved at me to come join him.

“This is not a good idea,” I muttered to myself as I went over to sign. Spooky just gave me a huge grin.

I had just finished with my signature when Trixie’s friend Faye came over. “Guess I’ll sign it too,” she muttered.

“Atta girl!” her blonde friend gushed excitedly. “Life is a risk! I want to live a little!”

“Don’t you mean ‘die a little’?” Faye muttered unhappily.

The attendant waited until we were all naked. Faye had a nice set of C’s on her chest, while her friend’s tits were a little larger. Trixie was clean-shaven, while Faye sported a trimmed landing strip.

Spooky’s dick was already saluting, indicating his arousal. Mine was just starting to stir. I couldn’t believe I was doing this with him!

My friend’s hands were cuffed behind his back before he was noosed between two dead women. Trixie was placed a short distance away, giving her a clear view of him. Faye and I got adjacent nooses.

I panted for breath as my dick stiffened even more. I looked at Faye who was definitely looking as anxious as I felt. Maybe we both should have just bowed out and let our friends play on this suicidal thrill-ride.

The attendant finished with us. Then he went over to his board. I think that’s when he activated our nooses.

I gasped as I was pulled up onto my toes. A moment later, Spooky and Faye were hauled right up into the air. They started kicking as Trixie gasped, “Fuck; that’s hot! Wow; his dick’s really hard now!”

The carnival music came back on. I nearly panicked as my feet left the floor of the ride. Trixie was lifted up until the four of us were airborne.

The ride slowly began to rotate. I tried not to kick too much. I was afraid I might lethally tighten the rope around my throat.

Spooky was already humping the air. Trixie rasped as she watched him in wide-eyed wonder. Then she appeared to hump the air as well.

Fay and I tried our best to ride the damned thing without making things worse for ourselves. But it was difficult not to fight my noose. Instinct made me want to kick like crazy.

It felt like an incredibly long minute or so before the ride came to a stop. We were all lowered until we were flat-footed. Then Trixie and I were taken back up into the air.

I tried to resist, but it was nearly impossible. My cock had stiffened up of its own accord. There was nothing I could do to make it soften.

I saw Faye looking right at me. Then she let out a gawk as she was lifted back up into the air. She could not remain still, and she kicked quite a bit.

Spooky was taken up into the air as I was let down. Trixie came down and then went back up. Faye really struggled before she was lowered to the floor of the ride.

How long was this going to go on? What if the damned ride wanted to claim me? Why the hell had I agreed to this?

The carnival music came back on as Faye and I were hauled back up. Then the ride began to rotate again. My cock was really stiff from my strangulation.

We were about half a minute into our circular motion when I heard the buzzer. A red light flashed down upon poor Faye. Her expression turned into one of alarm. Then she began to wriggle as the ride slowed down and came to a stop.

She was left dangling in the air, kicking more and more. Then Trixie was lowered. Her bell went off as she got a ton of slack in her rope.

I was lowered as the attendant went and released Trixie. Spooky was lowered, only to be pulled right back up into the air. Then I heard the buzzer again before a red light flashed down upon him as well.

Faye’s death dance really became animated. Trixie watched her in awe. Then Spooky’s cock went off as he really fought his noose.

I was mentally begging the machine to set me free. Then I was hauled into the air again. I panicked as I really started kicking.

It felt like ten or fifteen seconds before I was lowered back down. I heard the bell, followed by my rope getting a lot of slack. To my relief, the attendant came over and set me free.

About that time, Faye’s bladder gave way as she shuddered in her noose. The attendant went to get his squeegee to clean it up. He was just finishing up when Spooky’s cock began to dribble urine as well.

I went over to retrieve my clothes. Trixie was right there getting hers as well. She gasped, “Hell of a ride, wasn’t it?” I just nodded my head, afraid any word I might say would earn me another ride.

We got dressed and went to join the other onlookers. Spooky and Faye were dangling quietly. It didn’t seem right Faye had been the one to hang when it was her friend Trixie who’d wanted to ride the damned thing.

Trixie came over to me and grabbed my arm. “Looks like our friends get to stay with the ride. So I guess we’re alone now. Wanna go hang out for a while?”

I looked over at Spooky who was dangling quietly. I wasn’t sure hanging around with Trixie would be a wise idea. But I decided… why not?

I took one last look at her friend Faye. Trixie saw me looking at her and remarked, “She looks hot hanging there; doesn’t she?” I wanted to tell her it should have been her hanging there, but I didn’t.

“C’mon,” she gasped excitedly as she pulled my arm. “Let’s go see what other kind of trouble we can get ourselves into.” Then she led me away from the noose ride and our two dangling, deceased friends.

2023 (written for Spooky Mar 1 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by the manip he did off an original artwork by noosegirl.)

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Shelly in Cancun 11 4.4 (42)

Posted on August 5, 2023 by riwa

Chapter 11 – Playtime before a nap

We all climb aboard using the ladder Jake had hung out for us. There’s a pile of towels generously left out for us. We remove our weight belts and towel ourselves off.

The four of us talk back and forth amongst ourselves about our exciting little adventure. It takes a few minutes until I’ve stopped shaking and can look back upon it with humor and self-deprecation. Andria comments that she and I will have quite the story to tell our roommate Stephanie once we get back to the States.

Andria and her naughty companion Emiko retrieve their bikini tops from us. We had tucked into our weight belts when we first discovered them in the passageway on the wreck down below. After being trapped in that cargo hold, they had cleverly managed to toss them out the door into the hallway in an effort to alert us to their location.

It was a good thing we found them when we did. Otherwise they might have perished down there. We might never have found them.

The four of us head down into the depths of the sailboat for a well-earned lunch. Jake and Almonte have a small table set up. There’s a nice spread of sandwiches, fruit, fish and beverages.

We help ourselves, filling up our plates and taking up seats where we can find them. Shiori and Emiko sit together on one side of the small area. Andria and I take up the other side. Jake and Almonte sit together near the doorway to the deck.

Almonte has the skin tone of someone having lived in Central America. His Hispanic accent is charming. He seems to fit in well with our group.

I’m surprised he’s hooked up with a couple of oriental beauties. He presents the tale of how they all met in a quaint little shop in Cancun. So they all decided to hang out together for the remainder of their stay.

Something in his explanation does not quite ring true. But his two lady friends are all smiles. So I shrug it off.

I trust Shiori and Emiko. They smile coyly at Andria and I. I smile back as I nibble on a tasty piece of fish.

Andria starts talking about our harrowing tale down on the wreck. Naturally Jake and Almonte want to know every detail. I see Emiko blush as my roommate candidly talks about their little fondling escapade in the cargo hold.

Apparently the ship settled or something, wedging the door on them. Tossing their bikini tops out into the passageway for us to find was Emiko’s idea. Andria thanks her again for her ingenuity and bravery during the time they were trapped inside.

Shiori then tells everyone about my bravery. She insists I narrate my part of the drama. It’s odd how it seems so long ago, even though it only happened within the last hour.

Reliving it brings back the concerns I had over Andria’s safety. I can’t help getting a little teary-eyed. Seeing the watchful faces all around me, I go into as much detail as I can, suspecting they want to hear it all.

I try not to make myself sound like too much of a hero. But what I leave out, Shiori more than makes up for. She tells everyone how much I sacrificed my own air to make sure others got enough.

She describes in detail how I went to the stairwell to find the pipe to help pry the cargo door open. She explains how she helped me get it back down the stairwell. Then she tells everyone how I made sure they could all navigate the corridor enough to get out of the wreck.

As a result, the scuba tank ended up running out of air. She relates how bravely I swam out. She says I must have known I would not get another breath until I surfaced.

I remind her that if she had not helped me, I might not have reached the surface at all. She just looks at me with the greatest of respect in her eyes. I’m embarrassed when she says it is an honor to be in the presence of someone who exhibited such courage and bravery in the face of such great obstacles. There are tears in my eyes again when they all raise their glasses in a toast to me.

Lunch finally breaks up. Everyone pitches in to help clean things up and stow things away. Then Andria and Emiko wave Shiori and me upstairs, telling us they will finish up.

My newfound friend and I head topside along with Jake and Almonte. Those two hang out around the stern of the vessel to talk quietly amongst themselves. Shiori and I head forward toward the bow.

The two of us stand near the railing, looking out over the ocean. The top of the reef Andria and I explored earlier before our friends arrived sticks up as if from out of nowhere. We both admire the view until I hear Shiori sigh heavily.

“We must leave soon,” she says in a voice filled with regret. “But we need to go back down and attempt to retrieve the scuba gear if we can. The tanks are rented and must be returned if at all possible.”

She tells me they have other tanks on board. So they can safely go back down after the two they had to abandon on the bottom. At least they won’t have to go down with only the air in their lungs.

I enjoy her company so much that I offer to go down with her and Emiko. Could they use my help? Would they like any additional company?

She tells me the two of them should be able to retrieve the tanks on their own. But there will be very little time left for much of anything else. The implications are clear.

I can tell she would enjoy my presence once more down on the wreck. But apparently their time is limited. They need to dive down, retrieve the gear, and then depart.

She pauses for a long moment before kissing my cheek. She hugs me fiercely as she thanks me again for my help in rescuing her friend. I give her my thanks for helping save both me and Andria.

Once again, our ensuing hug is a warm one. She tells me she hates to go. But Almonte has told them their stay is limited by his schedule. At least we got to enjoy a little time together, not to mention sharing a rather breathtaking adventure.

The boats are tied together with a length of nylon. Almonte carefully pulls on the line, pulling his craft closer. This way, he and his two Japanese females can step aboard without getting wet.

Andria emerges on deck with Emiko. The two of them giggle as if they have been plotting mischief again. Their glance in my direction is a little disquieting, and I have an uneasy feeling they’ve been talking about me.

Shiori tells me she’s not sure of their immediate plans other than trying to fetch the two scuba tanks. She hugs me one last time in case this is goodbye. She tells me our visit was much too short. But perhaps we will meet up again back in Cancun.

Looking past her, I see Andria and Emiko talking quietly with Almonte as Jake listens nearby. Almonte nods and smiles at them. I conclude my roommate is thanking him for lunch, along with bringing the two girls along.

Shiori walks back toward where he has pulled the two boats together. I wave at him and offer my thanks. Then the three of them step across one by one.

Their boat is rented under his name. It’s another fact I learned about him during our lunch together. Untying the vessels from each other, he pushes away from our sailboat.

I wave again as Andria comes and stands next to me. She also waves at them. Then she sighs heavily.

“They were fun, weren’t they? It’s too bad they have to be leaving so soon.”

“Yes,” I reply. “Shiori told me they’re going back down to try bringing up those other two scuba tanks they had to jettison when we escaped from the wreck. I offered to go down with her. But they just don’t have the time to enjoy one last, lengthy dive with us.”

For a moment Andria seems a bit distracted as she watches their boat drift away. She seems deep in thought about something. And I no longer see the girls on the deck of their rental.

Are they down below, corralling a couple of scuba tanks for their quick trip down? What does it matter? Our time with them has come to an end.

Andria gets my attention. “C’mon, ‘Shel’”, she says, tugging on my arm. “Let’s go below and crash for a little while, ok? I could use a nap.”

I ask, “Are we leaving soon?”

“Jake says we’ll be leaving a little bit later. But I think we may have time for one more snorkel dive before we head back.”

“Sounds good to me,” I respond with a smile. “I like it here. One more dive down to the reef would be great.”

Andria leads me down below into the cabin. We both collapse onto the bed. Then she tells me, “Lunch was great, wasn’t it?”

There’s something in her demeanor that seems a little off. It’s as though she’s killing time or something. My suspicions become aroused, and I decide to do a little probing.

“All right, Andria. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, ‘Shel’! Why are you always so suspicious?” There’s a familiar twinkle in her eye. I immediately recognize it as something indicating she’s planning something devious.

She quickly reads my expression. Now she knows I know something is amiss. She just moves closer with a smirk on her face.

“I was just thinking it might be nice to have a little playtime before our nap. Wouldn’t you agree?”

With a catlike leap, she’s on top of me, rolling me over onto my stomach. I blurt out, “HEY!” In seconds she has my silver bikini top off.

I giggle as she climbs off me. “You just stay like that while I get you some lotion. A moment later I hear some sort of thump on deck.

Curiosity makes me push myself up. “What was that?”

I look over at her as she fumbles around in a closet. A moment later she pulls out a length of rope. “That’s not lotion!” I yelp in alarm.

I start to get up. But Andria pounces again, knocking me back down. “Oh, FUCK!” I gasp as she struggles to pull my hands behind my back.

I blurt out, “What the hell are you DOING?” I don’t know whether or not I should play along. Sometimes I feel like I can only trust Andria so far.

“You’ll find out,” she giggles.

I feel a surge of erotic tingles overtake me. I don’t resist her nearly as much as maybe I should. It isn’t long until my arms are bound securely behind my back.

Andria grins as she pulls on the strings to my bikini bottoms. I feel an erotic shiver. Uh – oh…

“What are you DOING?” I gasp, wondering what my role is supposed to be in all of this.

“You won’t need these where you’re going,” she says sternly. Then she pulls my bottoms off before bringing me to my feet.

All of the sudden she’s sober as a heart attack. “I’m sorry to have to do this to you, ‘Shel’. But Jake says it’s really for the best that you don’t come back with us.”

I stare at her in shock as I blurted out, “WHAT? What are you talking about??”

My heart instantly skips a beat. I look into her face to deduce whether or not she’s kidding. She avoids my look, marching me forward in my birthday suit.

Ohmygawd! She’s not going to march me naked up on deck on front of Jake’s lustful gaze, is she?? I try to resist, but I’m not successful she forces me forward.

Andria escorts me up on deck. The first thing I see is Jake tying a length of rope to a decorative cement block of some kind near the railing. It has a sunburst chiseled into it.

He loops the rope through the circular part cut into the block that represents the sun. Less than 20 feet away I see Almonte standing on his boat. He seems sober as he stands there stiffly.

“Jake??” I gasp in astonishment. My body trembles like mad as my pussy throbs from a terrible ache. “Jake, what’s going on up here?”

“You tell her, honey,” he says to Andria without even looking at me.

“We’re all drug dealers,” Andria explains, pushing me closer to Jake and the cement block. “You saw Almonte and the girls, right? I’m afraid we can’t take you back into Cancun now, not after who and what you’ve seen. Otherwise you might turn us all in to the authorities.”

I blink at her in shock as I blurt out, “WHAT??” Is this another one of her ploys to get to me? If so, it’s a damn good one!

A moment later Jake starts tying the other end of the rope to my ankles. I whimper fearfully as my pussy throbs. Fear and arousal are a powerful combination, especially if I get any kind of inkling I might be on the verge of going on a one-way swim

“Almonte??” I cry out to him, a tremor in my voice. I’m so shocked that I forget I’m standing there naked in front of everyone.

“Sorry, Miss Shelly,” he calls back in that accent that’s no longer charming. “It’s out of my hands.” He shrugs as if there’s nothing further he can do.

“Where’s Shiori?” I gasp anxiously, wondering if they’re a part of this.

“They have already headed down for the wreck.”

“She can’t help you, ‘Shel’,” Andria adds coldly, a firm grip on my shoulders. “No one can. By the time they emerge from the wreck and find your body, it’ll be too damned late. Sorry to have to do this to you, ‘Shel’. But it’s got to be done.”

“Andria; NO!”

I whimper as Jake cinches the knot tight around my ankles. Gawd; I’m not even going to be able to KICK!

I don’t know whether to believe them or not. On the one hand, it’s the type of stunt Andria might try to pull. On the other, there’s just enough doubt in my mind to make it sound horribly believable.

My pussy screams at me in fearful arousal. I can feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. Gawd; what if my premonitions were true?? What if I’m really destined to drown down here in Cancun after all??

It’s a prank; right? It’s got to be a prank! But there’s nothing in Andria’s expression to give the game away.

What if I’ve misjudged her? What if she really is a drug-dealer?

“She’s ready, babe,” Jake says solemnly as he rises up. He stands and grabs onto me as Andria puts on a dive mask. Adding a weight belt to her waist, she proceeds to fit a dive fin onto each foot.

“What’s all that for?” I gasp. A part of me hopes this is nothing more than some horribly sick, yet terribly erotic, joke.

Andria soberly tells me, “I have to make sure you’ve drowned before I come back up, ‘Shel’.” Then she turns to her boyfriend and says, “All right, Jake. Let’s do this.”

“NOOOOO!”

2009; 2021 (written Apr 29 ’09; ed. Mar 5 ‘21 by riwa)

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The funeral home (beheading) 4.5 (42)

Posted on July 31, 2023 by riwa

Bonus story for the end of the month. Thank you for visiting the library.

Veria hadn’t come home yet. She wasn’t in bed with me when I woke up. I sent a text to her phone, but it went unanswered.

I tried to call her. It went straight to voice mail. There wasn’t anything else I could do.

I went to work, wondering what had happened the night before. She had gone out with her girlfriends again, or so she’d told me. I was beginning to think she was not being fully honest with me.

She was living with me. But our sex life had dwindled. I don’t think we’d been sexually active for at least nine months.

I got home from work, but she still hadn’t come back. I called her work. They said she had not bothered to clock in, and hadn’t been seen all day.

I began to get concerned. I also began to wonder if I was being played. Was she using me while engaging in a double life? Was she cheating on me?

I really began to get concerned when two of her friends called me. They had not heard from Veria in several hours. When she came in, I was to tell her they were asking about her.

In both cases, I asked if she’d been with either one of them. They said she’d told them she would be going out with the other one. Apparently neither one realized until now that the other had been used as an alibi.

I had been such a fool. She’d been using me as an ATM. Now she’d run off with someone. Apparently she hadn’t even bothered letting her friends in on her plans.

I had just finished a TV dinner when there was a knock at the door. There was some sort of driver from a company I didn’t recognize. He had a small box for me that I had to sign for.

Suspecting I was about to be scammed, I told him I wasn’t expecting anything. I asked if he had the right address. He checked his records on his pad and asked if a Veria Fargo lived here.

My eyes opened wide, and I nodded my head. I didn’t tell him I was thinking she would not be living here much longer at the rate things were going. He explained he had the right address and to please sign the form.

Wondering if this was going to cost me big-time, I hesitantly signed his pad. He gave me the box and told me he was sorry for my loss. Then he departed.

Sorry for my loss? I frowned as I closed the door behind him. Then I opened the box.

In it were the pieces of jewelry I recognized Veria was wearing from the other night. Included was a note indicating where I would find her. It listed the name and address of a funeral home.

I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I had suspected for some time that Veria had been going out on me. But still, I loved her… a foolish love according to a couple of my friends.

I numbly got my coat and keys and went out. I drove to the funeral home and parked. The lights were on; the door unlocked.

It rang a buzzer deeper in the facility when I opened it up and stepped inside. A gentleman in a black suit and tie appeared from out of nowhere and met me just inside the door. He kindly asked, “Who have you come to see, sir?”

“Veria Fargo?” I said it as a question. A part of me hoped he would not recognize the name.

“Oh, her. Right this way, sir.”

He led me to a back room. There was a closed, brown casket with three sprays of flowers. Then he asked, “Are you a friend of the deceased?”

“I was her… uh… she lived with me.”

“You’re her husband?”

“We aren’t married yet.” That’s when it occurred to me we wouldn’t be getting married at all, not if she was in the casket.

“I see,” he replied thoughtfully. “I believe I have something for you. Please excuse me; I’ll be right back.

I was left alone as he stepped out. I looked at the casket, my heart pounding in my chest. Would I be heartbroken at her passing? Or would it be a relief she could no longer go out on me, leaving me with trust issues night after night?

I checked the flowers. Once spray was from the funeral home. Another was from a male whose name I didn’t recognize.

There was a large, expensive spray of roses. They’d been delivered from a well-known club here in town. Curious, I looked at the card…

Thank you for a lovely evening, and for entertaining our guests.
My condolences to your next of kin.
Mistress Chastity

Before I could question who this Mistress Chastity was, the guy returned with a large manila envelope. “I believe this is for you,” he explained. It was left here by the Club, along with the flowers.” Then he motioned at the roses.

I opened the envelope. In it was a cashier’s check for $2,000. Included was a note indicating any and all funeral expenses would be covered by the Club. At the bottom of the envelope was a compact disc.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” the director told me solemnly. “Is there anything more I can do for you?”

I motioned at the casket. He nodded as he explained, “Right. The Club gave specific instructions. Only you are to be consulted as to whether or not it will be open or closed during the viewing and/or during the service. If it were me, I’d choose to have a closed casket.”

I looked at him curiously. “A closed casket? Is there a problem?”

“Yes, sir; you might say so. Do you wish to see her now?”

I nodded, “Yes, please.”

“Very well.” And with that, he opened the top of the casket before stepping back.

Veria was laid out in the last outfit I’d seen her in when she’d said she was going out with her friends. But there was a huge shock when I discovered her head was missing. The funeral home had done the best it could to clean up the area around the neck stump.

“I’m very sorry, sir. It seems your, uh… your significant other lost her head at the Club here in town. The client involved in the beheading asked for the head to be prepared so he could take it with him. The Club sent, uh… the rest of her here as a token of their condolences.”

I was stunned. “What happened to her?”

He pointed at the compact disc in the manila envelope he’d handed to me. “I believe it’s all on that, sir. Do you have a computer at home?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then you should be able to watch what happened to her.” He paused before asking, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

I shook my head. “No, I guess not. I don’t know what else you can do.”

He walked over and started to close the cover on her. That’s when I put a hand on his shoulder. “Wait.”

He paused and looked at me. I’d already given it some thought. Then I told him, “Leave it open. Let everyone see what happened to her for walking out on me.”

“Even during the viewing?”

“Especially during the viewing.” I was thinking of her two friends. I wanted them to be just as shocked as I was.

“It will be done according to your wishes, sir.” Then he left, quietly muttering to himself as he shook his head.

I pulled out the compact disc and looked at it. I had no idea what was on it. I just shrugged my shoulders before heading out of the room toward the front of the funeral home.

Veria had taken advantage of me. Now she was out of my life. At least I was $2,000 richer for the experience.

5-24-22

Part 2

I was both sad and angry as I drove home. I’d already lost Veria some time ago with the way she was going out cheating on me. Now she was gone from me forever… minus her head from her corpse.

I had mixed emotions as I walked in the door. Seeing her lying there in that casket without her head had been quite a shock. But then I became angry the more I thought about it, as she’d obviously had no issue over going to a club and enjoying herself without me.

I didn’t call her two friends just yet. Apparently Veria had used them for her nefarious schemes as well. But I had a hunch they already knew full well about her cheating ways. For some reason, she hadn’t wanted to include either one of them in her fun on the night she’d gone to the club.

I thought about the compact disc in my possession. Did I really want to see what was on it? Would it really reveal how she’d lost her head?

I didn’t know much about that club she’d gone to. It just wasn’t my thing. I’d heard it was popular, and that there were unusual activities that took place there.

Had Veria asked me, I might not have even wanted to go. The fact she didn’t ask me in the first place told me all I needed to know. She didn’t think nearly as much of me as I’d thought of her.

I finally went to my computer and sat down, staring numbly at the monitor. I looked at the compact disc in my hand for the longest time. Then I plugged it into my machine.

It started with the title The Beheading of Veria Fargo. Clever and suitably dramatic. Then a female’s face filled the screen.

She said her name was Mistress Chastity, and that she was part-owner of the club. She talked to me as though we were good friends. She said Veria Fargo had entered her club at 7pm. She was beheaded at around 11:45pm. Then she offered her condolences.

She explained how the contents of the disc contained a chronicle of Veria’s time in the facility. It was meant as an explanation of the events that had transpired which led to her headless body showing up at the mortuary. It was also made in the fervent hope I would enjoy the presentation.

She said Veria’s performance on the Entertainment stage had been captivating. It was too bad the final results had proved lethal. At least Veria had won some money. Mistress Chastity hoped I would spend it in good health.

I paused the clip at that point. Did I really want to see the rest? I decided I had nothing to lose. Besides, I was already $2,000 richer for Veria’s having stepped foot inside that facility.

I pressed play to continue viewing the contents of the disc. Mistress Chastity’s face left the screen. In its place was what I can only assume was the entrance to the club.

Some sort of surveillance camera recorded the entrance of my Veria. She was with three men. She appeared to be intoxicated.

Two of the guys looked familiar to me. They were acquaintances Veria had introduced me to. The guys all looked as though they were eager to go inside with her.

She paused long enough to have some sort of object inserted into her belly button. Then they all went inside. The video faded.

It picked up with Veria on the dance floor in the lounge. She danced with all three men. They kept plying her with booze until she became way more than a little tipsy.

The view of the dance floor faded away. The video picked up in some sort of room. Veria entered drunkenly, her arms draped around the neck of one of her escorts.

Once in the room, she proceeded to have sex with all three of them. She didn’t even bother to take them on one at a time. She started by getting on her knees and sucking all three cocks at once.

I skipped ahead, not wanting to watch the girl I loved sucking down all that sausage. Instead, I was treated to a scene of her on the bed. She was in the middle of being triple-teamed.

One was underneath her with his cock up her snatch. The one on top had his dick in her ass. The third was getting his meaty pole sucked.

Veria had never let me fuck her ass even once. I was jealous as hell. I was also disgusted with the way she so eagerly whored herself out.

I skipped ahead. There was more fucking. Veria rode each one like a cowgirl. And each one was permitted to take a crack at her ass.

She appeared to get a lot of cum in her and upon her. I got disgusted and skipped ahead once more. That’s when strange guys started coming in and out of her room. Naturally, she took them all on.

At 11pm, Veria was drunk as a skunk. She was also well and truly fucked. Now she wanted to see the Entertainment stage.

Her three escorts had to help her out of the room. She only wore a robe, with nothing on underneath. I was disgusted knowing she was totally naked in that robe, coated with streaks of cum staining her flesh.

The video faded out, only to pick up with a view of the Entertainment stage. People were gathering to watch. Apparently, they were going to have some sort of contest with the guillotines.

A woman at the gambling table invited guests to take the risk by going up onstage to lie with their heads in the guillotine for a chance to win $1,000. Veria drunkenly asked if she could be fucked while she was up there. This request earned the cheers of all the spectators, especially once the lady at the gambling table said it would be ok.

Veria shed her robe right there in front of everyone, revealing her cum-streaked nudity. She took the hand of one of her escorts and led him up onto the stage. Everybody cheered.

A drunken brunette offered to go up with her husband. She said something about needing to win the money to buy a new dress. He asked if she was sure about all this, but she said she really wanted to.

I watched as a couple of attendants went up to help the ladies into their guillotines. Veria went into the one with the black frame. The brunette took the red-framed one.

They were both face down, hands cuffed behind their backs as they looked into their wicker baskets below. Their guys fucked them hard from behind. This egged on the spectators even more. Veria and her competitor both loved all the cheers they were receiving.

I should have known Veria was quite the attention whore. In the beginning, I had not paid that much attention to it. Only now, seeing her on the disc like that, it confirmed what I’d known all along as I thought back on our time together.

The woman at the gambling table wished both ladies luck. She collected all the bets from the spectators who had gathered around her table and were placing bets. Then she spun the roulette wheel.

Everyone cheered for one color or the other. After all, a lot of bets had been placed. People had money riding on whether or not my Veria would lose her head.

The ball landed on 12 red. The lady running the table called out, “We have a winner and a loser!” Then she appeared to push something under her table.

The blade came plummeting down. That brunette in the red guillotine lost her head just like that. It abruptly dropped into the wicker basket as blood spurted out of her neck stump. Her naked body jerked for several seconds before it settled down.

Veria acted like she’d just had a climax watching that other lady’s head come off. There were cheers and applause. Then the lady at the gaming table congratulated Veria for winning $1,000.

An attendant came forward on the stage. She reached down into the wicker basket. Then she picked up the severed head of the brunette.

She held it aloft for one and all to see. It looked like the eyes blinked once in surprise as the audience cheered. Then they freed her corpse from her guillotine and hauled her body away.

The other attendant went over to free Veria. That’s when the lady at the gaming table paused her before asking my girlfriend if she’d like to stay and play for $2,000. Veria drunkenly said she’d love to. But first, she wanted one of the other guys she’d come in with to come up and fuck her in the guillotine.

The call went out for another player to join her. This time, a woman with flowing black hair went up with the guy she was with. I don’t think he was her husband.

She got undressed and was helped into the red guillotine. Meanwhile, Veria and the second guy she’d come in with were already fucking like rabbits. The spectators laughed and applauded.

Soon, both women were getting fucked hard in their guillotines. The lady at the gaming table wished them luck. There were more bets placed before she spun the roulette wheel for a second time.

The marble landed in 30 red. The blade came down and the naked woman with the black hair lost her head. It dropped abruptly into the wicker basket as blood spurted out of the severed neck stump.

The crowd cheered as Veria climaxed again. An attendant picked up the severed head and displayed it. That’s when Veria cried out, “Wait, I want to kiss her lips!” She actually did, much to the cheers of the gathered audience.

The other attendant was about to help Veria out of her guillotine when she drunkenly asked the lady at the gaming table how much she would win if she played one last time. She was told she would win a total of $5,000. Veria cried out, “Deal!” Then she called up that third guy she’d come in with.

He eagerly went up to fuck her. The lady at the gaming table called for another volunteer. At first, no one wanted to go up. Then a young woman with blonde hair offered to take her on.

She got a rousing cheer as she picked out a guy who I think was with her. They both went up onstage and got undressed. Then she was helped into her guillotine.

Bets were placed while Veria really got fucked. She drunkenly called out how much fun she was having and that more women should try it. The lady at the gaming table laughed before saying this would be the last contest of the night.

Both women were fucked as the lady spun her roulette wheel. Supposedly, this was the moment when Veria would lose her head. According to the timestamp, it was close to 11:45pm.

The lady at the table called out, “11 black!” Veria was drunk as a skunk. But she was aware enough to know she was in the black-framed guillotine.

Her eyes flew open in shock. Her mouth opened as though she was going to scream or protest or something. Then her blade came whooshing down.

Her severed head hung in midair for a split second before it dropped into the wicker basket. The crowd went wild as her attendant came up, reached in, and retrieved the head. Then she held it aloft to another raucous cheer.

The guy who’d been fucking her asked for her head. When the attendant gave it to him, he pulled out of her pussy and thrust his dick into her mouth. Veria blinked in surprise as though she was still conscious or aware.

The crowd roared its approval. Then he pulled out of the head and turned it around. He fucked the neck stump with the tip of his dick poking out past Veria’s lips. She blinked again as the crowd roared. Then her expression sagged tiredly.

The video faded to black before Mistress Chastity came on again. She said they learned that Veria was not really with those other guys. She was staying at another address with somebody else.

The appropriate thing to do was to send her body to the mortuary and then alert me. And they wanted to make sure I got a video of her time at the club. They also wanted to give me the $2,000 she had won before she’d lost her head.

“I’m sorry her head did not travel with her,” Chastity explained. “That last man fucking her wanted to keep it as a souvenir. We thought it only fitting, because he’d come up onstage and had taken part in the evening’s entertainment.”

“If you want it back, we can try to make arrangements. Otherwise, if we do not hear from you, we will assume you are satisfied with the results. We are sorry for your loss. But we hope the money and the video will help to compensate you in some small way. She was certainly an entertainment to the customers of our club the other night. Thank you so much.”

The video ended as the screen went dark. I stared at the monitor. But I was no longer sad or angry.

Veria was no longer out cheating on me. And I was $2,000 richer for her having been in my life. I decided it was not a total loss. That bastard could keep her head if he wanted it so badly.

I also told myself I might have to go to the club someday and check it out for myself.

2022 (written Dec 9 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by Thor’s manip)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (4)

Posted on July 25, 2023 by riwa

Coming August rewards

The 10th chapter to Chloe
The 10th chapter to Aravanna
The 10th chapter to Katia
Jen’s last selfie
Sadie’s debt
I was there when…
How I joined the Mermaid Lounge
The sorority on Santamos Island 2
Drowning shorts 2
Stanley and the girl in the yellow one-piece swimsuit
The perfect muse

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

My first story was posted to Patreon on July 27, 2017, less than three months after the passing of my ex-wife Mary. My first patron signed up on July 29. My second patron who signed up on July 30 is still with me. Several others who sighed up in August have also been with me this entire time. For this, I am humbled and grateful. I am also appreciative for the many others who sighed up and stayed, or who checked me out if only for a few months, or maybe a year or two.

It has been six years as of this month. At the time, my UWFetish sales site was in the midst of reorganization, and was shut down. It did not reopen until January of 2018. So I ended up spending those first few months until the end of the year getting my Patreon site up and running.

UWFetish was back up and running at the start of 2018. But it closed permanently at the end of September of 2020. So Patreon has been my main focus ever since. Of the funds I receive monthly, the bulk of them come from Patreon.

A lot has happened in six years. I ended up moving back to Montana to be closer to mom. I got rid of most of my belongings, taking only what would fit in my Ford Explorer for the 680 mile drive. Eventually, I ended up getting rid of that vehicle and getting a used Nissan.

I’ve been in the hospital. Mom has been there a couple of times. And I had to transfer from one apartment to another. It’s been an adjustment from living in a city of tens of thousands to a town of hundreds. But I like the quiet life of a small town. And I’m grateful to be so much closer to mom.

I do not think any of this would have happened had I not received timely advice from an underwater producer. He thought my work was of such quality that I should get paid for it, if not all of it, then at least a significant percentage. The fact he thought that highly of my writing was very humbling for me. He and his wife held such esteem in my eyes that I acted upon their wisdom. So it was on this advice that I began putting up stories for sale while making other stories available to the general public. My utmost thanks to Marc and Tina, and to their kindness and wisdom.

That is what brings me here today, although I would be remiss if I did not thank God for intervening in a couple of medical scares. But mainly, it is all of you who have kept me here by reading and enjoying my stories. So I plan on adding some bonuses to each level next month as my way of saying thank you. And I want to upload a bonus story before the end of this month. So look for another post on the 27 of July, the anniversary of my first story post to Patreon.

Thank you all so very much for being my patrons.

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The Seductress 5 4.4 (68)

Posted on July 25, 2023 by riwa

PART 5

Church on Sunday was not too bad. I think the thing about Carly’s bet about having sex with me was dying down. I still got the occasional look, but I just ignored it.

After church, I noticed dad talking to Karen Walker. After the conversation, she seemed disappointed about something. I never got to ask her about it, and dad never brought it up in conversation when we got home and had lunch.

It turned into another hot week of stacking hay. On Tuesday, I thought about going out to the lake again after work. A swim was going to feel nice… well, that and experiencing a release near the murky bottom.

It occurred to me I might not be alone if I drove out there. What if Mrs. Walker showed up? What would I do then?

A part of me thought it would be unwise to go out and swim with her again. But another part liked the way we swam and played games and held our breath. I tried to tell myself that’s all we were doing out there, and that everything was fine. But deep down, I knew otherwise.

I was concerned over the fact she was married. I could always pick another day to go out for a swim. But I really wanted to go out and enjoy myself. Besides, what if she wasn’t even out there when I arrived?

I thought about it for the rest of the scorching hot afternoon. I thought about it while I was at home eating dinner. I even thought about it after I’d gotten into my car with my swim bag and headed out to the lake, telling my folks where I was going.

A part of me felt a little guilty about things. But I liked what was happening between Mrs. Walker and myself at the lake. There weren’t many people who enjoyed doing the type of things I liked to do in and underwater.

What if no one was there at the inlet? I might have it all to myself. So I told myself to stop stressing over it.

Imagine my dismay when I saw the Walker car parked there. Now what was I going to do? Maybe it was Carly who’d come out to ask my forgiveness and to make amends for how things had gone. Yeah, and maybe it was Marilyn Monroe risen from the dead out skinny-dipping at my lake.

The raft was just offshore, although I knew it was deep enough right there at that spot to have some fun. I parked a short distance away. Then I got out of my car before taking my bag of swim goodies down to the shore.

I had a bit of a walk from where I’d parked. I peered intently at the wooden raft. There was something yellow on top of it. But I couldn’t quite make out what it was.

A head emerged up beside the raft as a loud gasp carried across the surface toward me. The swimmer appeared to pause to catch her breath. Then she turned in my direction.

A hand waved as I heard, “Hi, Robert! Come on out! The water’s fine!” I instantly recognized Mrs. Walker’s voice.

She called out, “I’m just holding my breath!” Then her head disappeared. Despite my reservations, I was elated to see her… and more than a little aroused.

My conscience indicated this might not be such a good idea. But a part of me really wanted to swim with her. So I told myself all I had to do was just be careful and respectful.

I left my bag, towel and clothes on the shoreline. She submerged without appearing to be wearing any kind of dive mask. So I left mine on shore.

I waded into the water in my light green speedos. Then I scanned down the shoreline toward her and the raft. She had not yet resurfaced.

Upon further reflection, my outfit had not been such a great choice after all, being as how they really showed off my arousal. Had I deliberately worn them in case I might bump into her? My conscience said yes, but I told myself it was merely a coincidence.

I slowly swam myself toward the raft. Without my glasses, I still couldn’t tell what I was seeing on top of the wooden structure. But I certainly had my suspicions.

When I was close enough, I realized it was two discarded bikini pieces. Gawd; that was all I needed! I gulped as my cock stiffened even more in my speedos.

I looked all around. But Mrs. Walker had not yet surfaced. I did see ripples indicating where she’d gone down.

I thought about submerging to find her, just to see what she might be doing. Then I told myself she might want a little privacy. So I swam over to the raft and self-consciously hung on to it, wondering just how much I was really going to enjoy myself in her presence.

She popped up with a loud gasp for breath, startling me as she’d come up right next to me. “Oh there you are, Robert,” she panted. Then she gave me a huge smile as she added, “Love the speedos. They really stand out. It’ll make it easier for me to find you down near the bottom. Good choice.”

I could not keep from blushing. She was holding onto the raft, submerged up to her neck. But I could clearly see her breasts, including her erect nipples.

I stammered, “Uh… Mrs. Walker?” She immediately gave me an angry look.

I quickly corrected myself. “Uh, Karen?” Then I motioned at her as I told her, “You’re out here swimming, uh… uh…”

“…naked?” she asked with an amused chuckle. “There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“Uh… no; of course not!”

“You don’t have a problem with that; do you, Robert?” There was that smile again.

“Uh… not at all.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you once said about coming out here to hold your breath and masturbate. Let me show you what I’ve learned.”

My bulge was becoming more pronounced by the moment. “I, uh… I don’t mean to intrude on your private time.”

“Nonsense. I’m happy for the company. This way, you can save me if I should happen to drown myself.” That smile of hers was infectious.

I still wanted to be careful. But I could feel my resolve giving way. “Are you sure?”

She motioned at the watch on my wrist. “I want you to critique my method while timing me as I hold my breath. Is that ok with you?”

“Uh… sure; if you’d like that.”

“I’d like that very much, Robert.”

She smiled again as she moved away from the raft. Then she waved me to come over as she tread water. I let go of the raft and moved closer.

She filled her lungs before she submerged. I checked my watch before inhaling deeply. Then I submerged after her.

I watched as she sculled herself partway down. She smiled at me as she began touching herself all over. She acted as though she loved the way the water felt on her naked flesh.

I saw it all; there was nothing hidden from view. My cock bulged in my speedos at the erotic sight before me. The color of the fabric made it quite noticeable.

Next time, I vowed to bring along a set of trunks. That way, I could change into them right quick if I needed to. This was proving to be more than a little embarrassing.

I told myself I’d only worn these because I liked how they felt on me. But I already knew that was mostly a lie. Deep down, I’d hoped she’d be out here and would enjoy seeing me in them.

She suddenly came toward me and pulled me closer. I hadn’t wanted to invade her space. Now I could really see everything!

She started to drift up as she caressed her naked body. Then she released bubbles out of her nose. It caused her upward ascent to slow and then stop.

I had to scull downward to maintain my position with her. I released just enough air to stop my upward momentum. That way, I no longer needed to work to stay down.

She drifted there in place as she fondled her mounds. I saw her pull on her nipples a little. Then a hand went down to her crotch.

I watched as she grabbed herself while moaning and bubbling. The other hand groped her breasts as she rubbed between her legs. A few more bubbles came out of her mouth and nose as she masturbated right in front of me.

Maybe she was doing it just to pleasure herself. But she was looking right at me the entire time. Clearly, she wanted me to see what she was doing.

I noticed her starting to drift downward. Mrs. Walker had become negatively buoyant. But it wasn’t long before I was slowly descending as well.

It got cooler and murkier the deeper we went. She really rubbed her crotch. Then she released a burst of air as she started back up.

I followed her up, keeping track of the time. We both burst up together near the raft. I hooked an arm through the ladder while checking my watch.

She smiled as she asked, “How’d I do?”

“You mean touching yourself? Or your time underwater?” I wasn’t entirely certain which one she was referring to.

“Why both, of course!” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

I told her, “We were down for 1:11. As for what you were doing? Well, I… yeah, I thought you were doing just fine.”

“I discovered that when I’m touching myself and I release enough of my breath? I begin to sink.”

“Happens to me all the time. With empty lungs, I really have to work to get back to the surface.”

“I’m beginning to understand why you come out here so often, Robert.” Then she innocently asked, “Would you time me again?”

“Of course.” What else could I say? I couldn’t very well tell her no; could I?

“Oh, just one more thing. I’d like to watch you touch yourself as well. I want to see what you do when you’re submerged. I think it will help give me ideas.”

I blushed again as I told her, “I, uh… I think you’re doing just fine without any of my ideas, Mrs. Wa-, er… Karen.”

“Watch it, Robert,” she replied good-naturedly.

I checked my watch. Then we inhaled before going down together. We sculled downward until it felt like we were about twelve feet down.

She started to touch herself again. When I delayed, she waved at me as she motioned for me to go right ahead and get going. So I began touching my bulge.

She was drifting upward when she released some of her breath. I also released a little of mine as well. We both stopped ascending and drifted in place before we slowly began to slip downward.

She grinned at me as she touched herself all over. Then she really rubbed her crotch. I caressed my chest with one hand as I rubbed my bulge with the other.

Embarrassment gave way to arousal. I still didn’t think it was a very good idea being so close to her naked body like this. But I rationalized to myself that it would be ok.

I got a little more into it, rubbing and squeezing myself. She smiled at me as she became a little more animated. I got the distinct impression she was enjoying having me watch her while I was joining in.

We slowly sank deeper as we released the occasional burst of bubbles. It got murkier, but I never lost sight of her. Seeing her naked had quite the erotic effect on me.

I finally saw her chest start to heave. Mine was aching as well. Then she started pulling for the surface before either one of us could touch the muddy bottom.

I followed her up, noticing how much harder it was to get back to the surface on empty lungs. The pressure lessened as the water lightened up. We went up at about the same speed, slowly chasing the air we’d exhaled.

I tried to time it so we would burst up at about the same moment. We came up panting loudly for breath. I checked the time and told her it had been close to 1:30. She seemed quite happy about that.

“Going down and masturbating is very arousing, Robert. I’m glad you’re out here showing me how and giving me pointers.”

“Oh, I think you’ve pretty much figured it all out for yourself, Karen.”

“How about we try a little kissing?”

“Kissing?”

“How long can we hold our breath while kissing each other? You wouldn’t mind trying that with me; would you, Robert?”

“I, uh… well, I…”

“I mean, I can see you pretty well with those sexy green speedos you’re wearing. But it would sure be a lot easier if we went down together in each other’s arms, wouldn’t it? You don’t mind, do you?”

“Well, I was just thinking about you and your, uh…”

“That would be sharing air; wouldn’t it, Robert? Don’t people sometimes share air when they get into trouble?”

“Yes, they do.” I was embarrassed again, and I could feel my conscience pricking me.

“You don’t mind doing it for my sake, do you? I mean… it’s just for practice, right?”

“Uh… ok.”

She got real close to me. I was definitely aroused… and more than a little uncomfortable. Then we both filled our lungs before slipping below the surface.

She climbed into my lap and held onto me as I grabbed her upper legs. Then she pressed her lips to mine. It did not help soften my bulge in the slightest.

At first, we drifted just below the surface. Then she released a few bubbles out of her nose. I released a few out of mine. It was enough for me to feel us start to drift downward.

Basically, she just pressed her lips to mine the entire time. She didn’t really do much of anything else. It seemed kind of innocent, and I felt ashamed assuming the worst in her.

We kept sinking lower as we embraced. Her naked body felt nice, warm and erotic. I could even feel her breasts pressed up against my chest.

It got colder the deeper we went. I felt the pressure as we slowly descended toward the bottom. But she never humped against me or anything, even though my bulge had to have been fairly obvious as it pressed up against her.

I tried to make damn sure I didn’t hump her or give off any indication this was anything other than a breathhold with our lips pressed together. I sure wanted to though. I really had to fight off the urge.

She maintained a tight embrace with me. An occasional bubble slipped out of her nose or mine. It was incredibly erotic, considering I actually had our attractive youth group leader naked in my lap while she was kissing me underwater.

I finally came in contact with mud. She let out a little grunt, making me think she was pleased we’d bottomed out. But we did not break our kiss.

I felt her lungs start to heave in her chest. She finally let go of me and began to surface on her own. I went up after her until we burst up together at the raft, panting loudly for breath.

We clung to it as she grinned at me. “We reached the bottom on that one, didn’t we? We were going down and then we came to a stop.”

I nodded, “We sure did.”

“That was a decent one, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Then I remembered to check my watch.

“How was our time?”

I told her we’d been down over 1:40. But I didn’t tell her I wasn’t sure if kissing and hugging had made it any easier to do a combined breathhold.

“I didn’t get a very good breath that time. Can we try it again, Robert?”

I was astonished. “Are you sure? You really didn’t get a very good breath?? You did real well for not getting a good breath.”

“You’re sweet to say that. But could we try it again?”

“Sure; why not?”

We filled our lungs and submerged. I tried to check my watch once we had gone under. Then she surprised me by embracing me so tightly that she had literally climbed into my lap while wrapping her legs around me.

We released just enough air to begin a slow descent downward. This time, she began to kiss me a little harder. Her mouth opened as her tongue came out, forcing my lips apart until she was licking my teeth.

My cock stiffened noticeably. This time, Mrs. Walker humped me a little. I instinctively humped her back before I could catch myself.

She groaned into my mouth as her tongue probed deeper. She really ground against my bulge, causing me to hump her back. It was so arousing that I could hardly make out that little warning voice in the back of my head.

It got colder and darker as we drifted deeper. It sure seemed like we were a long way down before I touched the muddy bottom. She just continued to hump me as she violated my mouth with her tongue.

She groaned as I gave her ass an “accidental” squeeze. Then I did it again. She groaned once more as she kissed me deeply. That’s when she really humped my bulge.

She kept her arms wrapped tightly around me like an octopus. Then her lungs heaved in her chest. She broke away and made a mad dash back for the surface.

I followed her up until we burst up together at the raft. I instinctively apologized, wondering if it had been my fault. Besides, I still had that incident with her daughter in the back of my mind.

“Oh no, Robert,” she replied with a shake of her head as she sputtered a little. “Not your fault at all. I was enjoying it so much that I kind of forgot we needed to breathe.”

My conscience got me to ask, “Ready to take a break?” I know it sure would have helped me get my erection back under control.

“Not yet, Robert. I was kind of hoping you’d take off those speedos so I could watch your masturbation method.”

“You were?” I almost blushed again.

“I just want to go back down and hold our breath while we masturbate together. That’s ok with you; isn’t it, Robert? Can’t we just watch each other? I think that would be great!”

I figured watching would be “safer” than any further intimate contact. So I told her, “Uh… sure, Karen. We, uh… we can do that.”

She saw how hesitant I’d become. She chuckled as she gave me a dismissive wave. “Now don’t go all shy on me, Robert. I’ve already seen it; remember? We’re just going down naked together to watch each other masturbate is all.”

I nodded as I pulled down my speedos and threw them on top of the raft. My cock was at full erection, gloriously exposed. I’m sure she saw it. But thankfully, she did not point it out or even make mention of it.

“Ready to go down again? You’ll time us; won’t you, Robert?”

“Of course I will.”

We both inhaled before sculling part way down, no more than two or three feet away from each other. She immediately began touching herself as I stroked my meat. She really seemed enthusiastic, which helped me relax until I’d lost most of my inhibitions.

I watched her thrust a couple of fingers into her slit. She really fucked herself as she lost more of her breath. She was drifting downward, and I stroked a little harder out of excitement at watching what she was doing.

I lost just enough air that I descended right along with her. She suddenly cried out a burst of bubbles, stiffening around the fingers inside her. It took a couple of seconds before she smiled. Then she began heading for the surface.

I followed her up until we burst up gasping for breath. “I think I came that time, Robert! That was incredible! Is that what it’s like… the pressure and aching lungs finally setting you off?”

“Something like that,” I replied with a sheepish smile.

“Have you cum yet?”

“Uh… not yet.”

“Can I help you?”

I really wanted her to. But this time, my conscience finally got through to me. “Oh no, Mrs. Walker… er, uh… Karen. I’m fine.”

“No–no, silly. I just want to hump you while we kiss is all. That should work; shouldn’t it? I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you or anything.”

I didn’t want to offend her. So I told her, “Oh, uh… yeah, that would probably work.”

I strongly suspected it wouldn’t take much effort on her part. I was sure I was going to shoot my load against her before we even got halfway down.

“Time us, Robert. I want to see how long I can hold my breath while kissing you.”

“Ok.”

I checked my watch. Then we both inhaled deeply before slipping under the surface. She tightly embraced me, wrapping her legs around me as she started kissing me deeply.

Bubbles trickled out of our noses until we lost our natural buoyancy. Then we started to drift downward. But she hadn’t started humping me just yet.

I wasn’t sure what was going on. Maybe she wanted to wait until we bottomed out before she helped make me cum toward the very end of our breathhold. Besides, once I release, I usually like to head right back up to the surface.

I panicked when she shifted her position. My cock ended up underneath her instead of up against her. Then she started rubbing it against the crack of her ass.

We kept drifting downward, wrapped up in a tight embrace as bubbles trickled out of our noses. I could feel her tongue in my mouth again. She rubbed against my erection, but that was about it.

She seemed to shift her position again. But my cock remained beneath her instead of up against her. It was getting cool and murky; we had to be close to the bottom.

I finally touched mud with my feet. I grunted into her mouth as we continued the passionate kiss. Then she seemed to shift her position again.

Something unexpected happened, because my cock was no longer exposed to lake water. It was somewhere warm and tight. Something was clenching around my shaft. That’s when I realized what had happened.

My first inclination was to disengage. But she embraced me tighter as she began riding me. She grunted and groaned into my mouth as I grunted and groaned back into hers.

It was way too late to try to prevent anything now. I was already inside her… and it felt incredible! But I could tell I would need air soon.

Instinctively, I pushed off the bottom. Then I let go of her with my arms and began pulling upward. She just kept riding me as she remained impaled on my shaft.

We didn’t get very far before I quit swimming us upward. We were drifting weightlessly, slowly descending again. Then she kissed me fiercely as she bounced up and down on my shaft.

The coolness and pressure at the depth of the lake added to my straining lungs. That’s when I felt it swell within me. I wanted to warn her, but by then, it was much too late.

I cried out as I began spurting inside her. She bubbled and groaned into my mouth as she clenched tightly. She kept grinding against me, clenching as though she was trying to milk every last drop out of me.

I suddenly pulled away from her lips as I tried pulling us back to the surface, air spewing out of my mouth. For the moment, she just clung to me as though she didn’t have the strength to let go. The look on her face told me she sure was satisfied about something.

I had to work hard, but it finally did get lighter and warmer. Eventually, she let go and climbed off. Then she swam upward with me.

We both burst up until our heads emerged up at the surface. We panted like crazy as we both swam over to the raft.

It felt incredible while we were in the middle of the action. But I immediately felt regret once the moment had passed. I think someone once called it “post-nut clarity”. I know I’d certainly experienced it with her daughter.

“That was gawd-damn incredible!” she panted. “My gawd; that was good!”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker. I didn’t mean to…”

“Oh, don’t apologize, Robert. That was entirely my fault. I must have slipped or something. You did the only thing a young man is supposed to do in a situation like that. I certainly won’t hold it against you.”

She panted heavily as she struggled to get her breath back. “My gawd, Robert! Is that what it feels like to cum at the bottom of the lake? I was all out of breath… and for a minute, I thought I was going to drown. But I didn’t want to stop. Forgive me, Robert; but I didn’t want to stop!”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker. It was all my—”

She cut me off as she asked, “Do you forgive me, Robert?”

“Of course I do.”

She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. “Gawd damn; that was good! Fuck!”

I don’t know why I winced at her language. What we’d done at the bottom of the lake was far worse than her obscenities. Then I heard a familiar female voice call out from shore, “Mom, aren’t you supposed to be at a meeting with Van Ostrum?”

We both turned to look toward the shore. Carly was standing there with her hands on her hips. My face instantly went several shades of red…

2022 (written Nov 13 ’22 by riwa. My thanks to JustPaul for the inspired renders.)

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The Hanging of Cassie Barclay (guest author) 4 (41)

Posted on July 20, 2023 by riwa

Bonus story by guest author Rick Jones

I spotted her as she came through the restaurant doors, a small, slightly built girl with long dark hair. She looked a lot like her photograph but seemed to have lost a little weight. I stood up and waved her over, we shook hands quickly. She went to sit down but I stopped her. “Before we continue come to the restroom with me.” I told her.

She looked a little puzzled as I took her arm. The restaurant was almost empty so no one would notice us slipping off together. She didn’t object and followed as we entered the toilet area. I pushed open the disabled toilet door and guided her in.

“I am not being funny Cassie, but I need to be sure that you are not wired or anything.” I told her.

“I have already told you that am not a reporter or police,” she said.

I ignored her and asked for her mobile. She handed it to me, and I took out the battery and handed it back to her after pocketing the battery. “Can I search your bag please?”

“Sure.” She replied as she handed it to me.

There was a small table there and I unzipped it and spilled the contents onto it. I felt a bit embarrassed seeing such items as feminine hygiene products and a pair of clean panties. There were some keys and other odds and ends as well as a purse. I opened it up and tipped the coins onto the table. There were some notes as well as some credit cards. I checked the name on them, and they all tallied with the name she had given me.

“Okay.” I said, satisfied that there were no recording devices there.

I watched as she hurriedly put them all back and then I said that I need to body search her. She said nothing as she stretched out her arms. “I mean strip search.” I told her.

She offered no objection as she began to pull up her top. She pulled it over her head and then began to undo her jeans. I stood and watched as she kicked off her trainers and pushed her jeans all the way down. Moments later she stood in front of me wearing just a red lacy bra and panties set. She looked beautiful; a perfect body that stirred an erection in me. I moved behind her and unclasped her bra.

“Sorry I have to do this.” I told her.

The bra slipped off into her hands and she placed it on the table. I didn’t need to ask about her panties; she pushed them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. As she stood with her hands on her hips I felt a bit of a heel at having to embarrass her like this.

“Thanks Cassie.” I told her. “I just have to be sure; you know.” I added trying to avert her neatly trimmed dark pubic mound.

“It’s okay, I understand,” she told me as she reached for her bra.

Five minutes later she was dressed, and we headed back to our table. I called the waitress over and ordered some coffee.

“So, what do you want to know then?” I asked her.

I knew a lot of things already about her; we had been chatting online for a few months now, but she knew little about me. I rarely chatted to people about my work and my stories, my life was very private, and I liked to keep it that way. Occasionally though you do get people who share a morbid interest in your work and sometimes I let them in. Cassie Barclay was one of the very few that I decided to let in.

“You still work as an executioner?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Not here though,” she said.

I shook my head. “Mainly in the Far East where they still have judicial hangings.” I told her.

“You must be busy then.”

“It’s regular.” I told her. “There are three of us now. Two of them are resident there and they do a lot of the work. I stand in at holidays or when things get very busy.”

“Are they all men?”

I shook my head. “No. I have trained a woman to do it as well.”

“Wow,” she said. “I didn’t think a woman would have the stomach for that.”

“It’s a job like any other.” I told her “She is very efficient.”

“It doesn’t bother you then, hanging people, I mean?”

“I don’t get caught up in the emotions.” I answered. “It’s the Court’s that try them and pass sentence. I just carry it out.”

“What about the innocent ones?”

“Very few are innocent, in fact I only did one that turned out to be a wrong conviction.” I told her.

“I read about a case of an Australian girl, whose boyfriend had planted drugs in her suitcase.” Cassie said. “She hanged but two years later he did the same thing again with another girl and he got found out.”

“Yes I know.” I told her. “I felt bad about that.”

“You hanged her?”

I nodded and glanced up at the waitress bringing our coffee.

“Wow.” Cassie exclaimed when the girl left.

“Please tell me about it?” she said.

I shook my head. It had been a painful experience. Murderers, rapists, and drug dealers were easy to deal with and dispatch, but I always felt that she had been telling the truth. I can still remember hugging her on the gallows as she quietly sobbed.

“Tell me please?” she insisted.

I sipped on my coffee staring blankly into space for a few minutes. “She was a very brave girl.” I told her. “She spotted me in the courtyard a couple of days before her execution. We need to see them to assess them mentally as well as judge their height and weight,” I told her.

“Yes, you need to get the drop right don’t you?” she said.

I nodded. “Anyway, she spotted me and came over to me. She just came out with it and asked if I was her executioner.”

“Wow!” Cassie said. “What did you say?”

“I just said ‘yes.’ What could I say?”

“What did she say?” Cassie asked.

“She told me that she weighed fifty-five kilos and was five feet nine inches, but I had guessed that already” I replied.

“Wow!”

“Then she asked me when the execution would take place. I told her that I couldn’t say. There are always final legal processes to go through and as she was a foreign national there were negotiations going on. I was told though that it was scheduled for two days’ time.”

“What else did she say?” Cassie asked me.

“She asked me if it would hurt. I told her that it would be over very quickly.”

“So, what happened on the day then?” Cassie asked.

“She was told at eight o’clock that morning that her appeal for clemency had been turned down and that she would be executed at eleven o’clock. She was given some writing paper and a pen to write last letters to her family. I knew the night before that she was going to hang and had the gallows prepared ready for her. “I said before taking another sip of coffee.

“You had the rope and everything ready for her?” Cassie asked with excitement in her voice.

I nodded. “At five minutes to eleven the prison governor and I entered the cell along with four
warders. She was sat at the table and stood to her feet; poor thing looked petrified. I waited until the governor read out the execution notice and then I said to him that I didn’t think there would be any need for all this presence. Sometimes the condemned try to run or put up a fight, and so extra warders are needed but I knew that in this case there would be no trouble.”

“So, it was just you and her then?”

“Yes.” I told her before taking another sip. “They all left, including the governor, he didn’t like to watch anyway. I don’t think he had the stomach for it.” I added.

“What happened next?” Cassie asked.

“She was trembling, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She kept saying that she never knew the drugs were there. I believed her but there was nothing I could do about it. I had my job to do.” I said.

“I went round the table and put my arm around her and calmed her down and then I took the belt I had and fastened it around her waist. She didn’t struggle. She just let me fasten it tightly and then I took each of her hands in turn and fastened her wrists into the loop braces on the belt.”

“You didn’t tie her hands behind her back then?”

I shook my head. “No, we use the waist belt method.” I told her. “I then started to walk her from the cell to the execution chamber. It is always quite a long walk. In fact, it is a couple of blocks away; it gives the condemned too much time to think. She started to sob and so I put my arm around her as we walked. As we went through a series of doors she kept asking me if we were nearly there.”

“She never struggled at all then?” Cassie asked me.

“No.” I told her. “When we entered the chamber though she did wobble; it is an awesome sight though. The gallows are a huge metal structure painted in green and there are thirteen steps up to the metal platform. I had to hold her tightly as I guided her up them. Once you get near the top you can see the noose hanging down from the cross beam and they all wobble at that first sight of it. Sometimes they notice a coffin leaning up against the inner wall; it’s an open staircase and you can see inside the gallows frame. That often scares them as well.”

“Wow.” Cassie said. “Did she see her coffin?”

I shook my head. “No, she was spared that.”

“What about when you got to the top?”

“I walked her slowly to the centre of the platform where the trap door is and where the noose is ready. Usually, I put a bag over the condemned person’s head, but she didn’t want it. She became quite agitated, so I left it off. I then took leather straps from my pocket and tied one around her ankles, and another around her knees. She started to sob as I reached for the noose and placed it around her neck, so I just stood there for a few minutes and hugged her.”

“That was very kind of you.” Cassie said.

“I needed her to be calm. If the rope gets dislodged or they move about, the hanging can go wrong. The neck doesn’t snap correctly, and it can be a long and painful death. Anyway, once I got the rope properly placed and got her settled. I moved slowly away from the trap door to the release lever. She watched me as I took away the safety pin and then just closed her eyes as I pulled.”

“Was her death quick?”

I nodded. “Yes. I heard her neck snap. I looked down and saw her body twitching as it swung but she was dead.”

“How long did you leave her hanging?” Cassie asked.

“I usually leave them for about an hour. I go for a coffee and then collect the doctor, and once he confirms death. I take the body down and prepare it for the burial.”

“You undress them?”

“Undress them, clean them up and put a shroud on them, and then put them in the coffin for burial. In this case her body was sent to Australia to her relatives.”

“Tell me?” she asked. “They say that people can have orgasms as they hang, is it true?”

I smiled. “Not on the long drop ones. You can on short drop with slow strangulation, but long drop is instant death.”

“Did you look at her body afterwards?” she asked. “You know, how a man would look?”

I nodded. “Yes, she was a very attractive girl.”

“Did you touch her?”

“I had to wash her down.” I told her. “Of course, I touched her. But with respect”

Cassie finished her coffee.

Written by Rick Jones

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Girl’s night out 5 4.4 (63)

Posted on July 20, 2023 by riwa

I want to tell my sister I’ll help her go find the others. Then I start breathing my expelled breath. It makes me become dizzy.

Cassandra gropes my boobs again. By now Amber and the blond have moved over to “assist” poor Dylan. Purple-hair kneels between her legs and starts to eat her out as the blond licks on one of her nipples.

The bag starts to deflate, clinging tighter and tighter to my face. Cassie kisses my lips hard through the plastic. My chest heaves more and more as I struggle to get a decent breath of air down my windpipe.

She rides me as I struggle in the chair. My mind screams, “CASSANDRA, DON’T KILL ME! FOR GAWD’S SAKE, DON’T KILL ME!” Then I’m sucking the bag into my mouth, my chest heaving as my lungs scream for my next breath.

I suddenly go into serious convulsions. At the same time I feel a massive orgasm overwhelm me. It batters me senseless as consciousness abruptly shuts down.

Part 5

The next few moments are a blur…

Cassie kisses my lips before climbing off. I think the bag comes off because I start to breathe shallow. My sister grins as she tells me I should consider doing a noose-dance in the main room when the time comes.

I vaguely remember being freed from the garrote post. I’m helped off the probe up my hole. My muscles squeeze from a combination of relief and emptiness.

Somehow I end up on the floor. I’m cradled by purple-hair as the brunette looks down upon me. But Cassie is long gone.

“That was so hot!” Amber breathes as she holds me like a lover.

“She was definitely born to gasp,” the brunette agrees. I struggle to catch my breath.

I look over and notice Dylan is off her post as well. She’s escorted out the door on rubbery legs. The blonde goes with her, leaving me with the purple-haired woman named Amber and the brunette, whose name I still don’t know.

“You ok?” the brunette asks kindly.

“She’ll be fine,” Amber tells her as she embraces me. “She loved it. Just wait until she sees all those naked bodies dancing on air during the main event. I’ll bet that really gets her motor running!”

The brunette looks around the empty room. “I think people are starting to head out to get ready for the main event. Maybe we should go too?”

Amber smiles as she tells her, “We can always show her a private hanging room first. That way she’ll know what to expect.”

The brunette smiles down at me. I don’t like the look in her eyes as she considers the suggestion. “That’s ok,” I tell them as I wave dismissively. I cough a little, which helps to clear my throat.

“It’s just a practice room,” the brunette assures me. “Some ladies like to try it out, just to say they’ve experienced the thrill. Others go in and practice in anticipation of hanging for everyone else out in the main room.”

“Let’s show her,” purple-hair suggests eagerly as she helps me to my feet. It seems Amber has decided to join us by turning my escorted tour of the place into a threesome.

“I’m not sure,” I reply nervously. I’ve already ended up gasping far more than I ever imagined, no thanks to my sister and niece. I certainly don’t want to risk being noosed up by these two.

“It’ll be all right,” Amber assures me. “I’ll be happy to show you what it’s like. I’ll even ride the noose for you. You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?”

I look at her in surprise. “You mean you’d actually let yourself get all noosed up… for me?”

“Why not? There’s nothing to it. A lot of women have been in the noose rooms, if only to be hoisted into the air for a few seconds. That way they have somewhat of an understanding what the others will be experiencing once they end up hanging out in the main room.”

The brunette tells me, “Everyone who wants to hang tonight will want to do it in front of the main audience during the big hanging scene. I don’t ever recall hearing of a girl hanging to death in a private room, not when she wants to go out with a bang in front of a lot of appreciative eyes. I promise: you have nothing to worry about. You’re in good hands here.” But a part of me still isn’t sure I trust her.

“Let’s show her!” purple-hair declares with enthusiasm.

Together they lead me out of the garrote room, one on each arm. I’m not entirely sure I should be tagging along with them, especially when they’ve proved to be so aggressive at times. Each room I’ve entered thus far has subjected me to more gasping than I ever thought possible.

We pass a few naked females heading toward the main hanging area. I nervously tell my companions, “Shouldn’t we follow them out?” I’m still not entirely sure I can trust either one of them.

“Oh, there’s still time,” the brunette assures me. “Besides, the music hasn’t started yet. That’s what calls everyone out into the main viewing room. A few might lag behind in private rooms if they’re enjoying themselves. But almost everyone ends up out in the main room to watch the hangings by the time the third or fourth girl gets strung up.”

“Third or fourth?” I repeat in alarm. “You mean there’s liable to be that many women who might end up hanging tonight?”

Amber laughs as she tells me, “Oh, there’ll probably be way more than that. These nights don’t happen all that often. Besides, a lot of girls end up getting all caught up in the excitement of the moment.”

We go down a hall, passing a few more women heading in the opposite direction. Then we open a door on the right. We step into a small room with no one inside.

The first thing I notice are two hanging contraptions on opposite sides of the room. They are both identical in design. Metal posts on either side support a single steel circular beam that cross on top.

Metal wheels are attached to each support post. Twin nooses hang down from openings cut into the crossbeam. I conclude the wheels on the posts must somehow operate the nooses.

I look at the same set-up on the opposite wall. Four women could easily be strung up in here at any one time, two in front of one wall watching the two on the opposite wall. A small table with a collection of “accessories” sits on the back wall.

“Well, here we are,” Amber says as she walks up and caresses the nearest noose. “A quick loop around the neck, a turn of the wheel, and up you go. It’s a great way to experience a hanging, even if only for a second or two.”

“You ought to know,” the brunette says with a laugh. “How many times have you ridden one of these in a room like this?”

“I don’t know. Dozens maybe?”

“You’re thinking about riding one out in the main room for real tonight, aren’t you.”

Amber smiles before looking down at the floor as though feigning embarrassment at having been found out. “I don’t know. I might.”

Purple-hair turns in my direction, seductively caressing me as she asks, “So what do you think? Would you like to watch me hang tonight?”

“I, uh… I’m not sure.”

“Sure you would,” the brunette chuckles. “I can tell you’re starting to warm to the idea. Just like I know Amber and I would love to see you hang out there in the main room in front of everybody else.”

I swallow hard as I shake my head before firmly telling her, “Not gonna happen.” They both laugh.

“So what do you think?” Amber says to me as she caresses the noose. “Care to try it out for yourself?”

“I, uh… I don’t think so.”

“How about giving her a demonstration, Amber?”

“Be glad to!” purple-hair enthusiastically says to the brunette.

She loops the noose over her head and around her neck. A moment later the door swings open. A couple of nude blondes enter.

They’re clearly engaged in a serious conversation with each other before they realize they’re not alone. “Oh, I’m sorry,” the older one apologizes with a start. “We didn’t know anyone was in here.”

“The more the merrier,” Amber smiles with a welcoming wave of her hand, the noose still draped loosely around her throat.

The younger one seems concerned about something. “Mom, I’m just not sure I want to go through with it is all.”

The older one reassures her. “And I told you, honey: you don’t have to. I only brought you back here in case you want to try a practice round.”

The younger one looks dubiously at the empty noose dangling adjacent to my purple-haired companion. “I don’t know, mom. Is it safe?”

“Why, it’s perfectly safe!” Amber blurts out. Then she waves at my brunette escort as she tells her, “C’mon; let’s show ‘em!”

The brunette smiles as she walks over to the support post on the right side of the contraption. She slowly turns the wheel, removing the slack from around Amber’s neck. A moment later the purple-haired woman is pulled up onto her toes… and then clear up off the floor.

Amber instinctively kicks for a moment or two. Then it seems to register what’s happening to her. She kicks less as she reaches down and fingers herself.

She gawks as she hangs like that for several moments. I deem it to be no longer than ten seconds or so before the brunette turns the wheel in the opposite direction. Amber is returned to the floor.

She takes a wobbly step or two. Then disappointment fills her features as she turns to the brunette. “Did you have to bring me down so soon? I was almost there!”

“You’re always ‘almost there’!” the brunette laughs.

“See?” the older blonde says to the younger one. “Honey, there’s nothing to it.”

“I just don’t know, mom.”

“My names Madelyn,” she says to me. “This is my daughter Sandy.” I tell them mine.

She smiles at Amber who’s still in the noose before asking, “How’d you like to perform a brief duet with me for my daughter’s sake?”

“Be glad to!” purple-hair says with a grin. Then she turns to the brunette and winks at her. “Just make sure I get to cum this time; ok?”

“You got it,” my brunette escort replies with a knowing smile.

Madelyn turns to me and smiles. “Would you be so kind as to operate my wheel?” Then she walks over and loops the empty noose around her own throat without waiting for my reply.

I look over at the brunette who nods her head, indicating I should go right ahead. Amber has this huge grin on her face. Sandy still seems to be hesitant about something.

I walk over to the wheel before asking, “What do I do now?”

Amber motions at the wheel I’m manning as she replies, “One way is up; the other is down. You’ll get the hang of it.”

The brunette chuckles at her. “No, Amber. I think you and Madelyn here are about to ‘get the hang of it’.” The mother laughs appreciatively at the pun.

I slowly turn the wheel until I see the rope removing the slack out of the noose around Madelyn’s neck. The brunette follows my lead with Amber until both women stand with their nooses nice and snug, but not yet tight around their throats. “Now watch this, honey,” Madelyn says to her daughter with a reassuring smile.

The brunette nods at me before slowly turning her wheel. I slowly turn mine as well, trying to match her movements. Both noosed women are pulled up onto their toes before ultimately losing the floor.

This time Amber is ready. She swings back and forth as she furiously fingers herself. No doubt she wants an orgasm while she’s airborne.

Madelyn, on the other hand, purposely splits her legs in opposite directions. She brings her knees up as though her actions are deliberately coordinated. Then she stretches her arms in front and behind her like a dancing ballerina.

Amber starts to gasp as she fights the noose a little. Madelyn finally begins to put up a struggle. Her small breasts heave a little as her snatch begins to glisten in that small, pubic bush she’s sporting.

Seeing them suffer in midair is more than a little disturbing. Yet there’s something about it that I find strangely compelling. It’s more shamefully arousing than I could have possibly imagined. What the hell is wrong with me??

Amber throws her chest out as she humps the air until she squirts onto the floor. The brunette immediately starts to bring her down. A split second later I frantically lower Madelyn until both women are standing with somewhat rubbery legs upon the floor.

“Was that what you wanted?” the brunette asks my panting, purple-haired companion with a grin.

“Gawd; that was good! I really came hard that time.”

“You see, honey?” Madelyn tells her daughter upon loosening the noose around her throat and then catching her breath. “Nothing to it. I even did a few ballet moves while I was up in the air.”

“But won’t our wrists be tied behind our backs when we’re hanging out in the main room?”

“That’s true,” the brunette says to the daughter before the mom can reply. “But the effect is generally the same.”

“It certainly is,” Amber assures Sandy. “Bondage makes the orgasms even more intense.” Then she tells the brunette, “Why don’t you go fetch a couple sets of restraints for us to demonstrate?”

“Be happy to,” she replies. Then she asks the mother, “Would you like a restraint? Or are you done showing your daughter the ropes?” She can’t help smiling at her pun.

“Oh, by all means,” Madelyn says with a chuckle. Then she looks at me before adding, “If you don’t mind tarrying a little longer and helping me out with my wheel there.”

“No problem,” I reply. Besides, I feel more secure knowing I’m the one operating the wheel rather than being pulled up into the air.

The brunette goes over to the table. She returns with a couple sets of restraints. They look like soft cuffs. At least they’ll be somewhat comfortable.

She hands one set to me to help restrain Madelyn. I accept them with a nod, figuring I can do this for her. The mother smiles appreciatively at me.

I watch as the brunette secures Amber’s wrists behind her back. I follow her lead with Madelyn. It’s not difficult at all.

When I’m done, I move back to my wheel as the brunette walks back to the one operating our purple-haired companion. I look at Sandy, wondering how she’s processing all this. This time she appears to be a little less concerned.

“Are you ready to go swinging again with me?” Amber asks Madelyn with a grin.

“Ready for another duet with you,” she replies with a chuckle. Then she tells her daughter, “Watch closely, honey.”

The brunette starts to turn her wheel. I turn mine as well. Together the ropes tighten the nooses, bringing both women up onto their toes… and then completely up off the floor.

This time Amber attempts to follow Madelyn’s lead. The mother certainly appears to have done this a few times. It makes me wonder how many of these hanging parties she’s attended.

She spreads her legs in a split, which Amber mimics. She bends her legs backward, thrusting out her chest. Amber follows suit.

Madelyn starts to kick a little. Our purple-haired companion does her best to copy her moves. It’s not long until both of them start to rasp for breath, almost in unison.

Madelyn’s knees come upward. Amber does the same. Both women thrust their chests out. Then they began humping the air together.

They lose their synchronicity when they both start fighting their nooses in different ways. It looks like Amber is cumming again. I’d swear Madelyn is climaxing as well, although her motions appear more subdued.

For a moment I’m so fascinated that I stop following the brunette’s lead. She has Amber almost all the way down before I’m reminded to bring down Madelyn. Both women end up flat on their feet while rasping like crazy.

The brunette and I move in and quickly remove their restraints. We help steady them as we work the nooses off from around their necks. “Thank you,” Madelyn tells me appreciatively. “It always gets me in the end, and I can’t help cumming a little.”

She turns to Amber and tells her, “You dance divinely. I appreciate having had you as a dance partner in here.”

“My pleasure,” our purple-haired companion replies. “It was erotic as hell.” Then they kiss each other deeply.

Madelyn finally turns to her daughter and smiles. “Are you satisfied now, honey?”

“I guess so, mom.”

“Then I suppose we’d better be heading out to the main room. I’m sure they’ll be dancing out there real soon.”

She passes her daughter as she heads for the door. But Sandy reaches out and stops her by grabbing an arm. “Wait a minute, Mom.”

Madelyn stops as she turns toward her daughter. “Yes, honey?”

“I, uh… it didn’t hurt you any, did it?”

“Not too much, honey. It’ll hurt a lot worse if you hang out in the main room. Just remember: you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I, uh… I think I’d like to try it… at least once… so I’ll know what it’s like in case… in case I hang for real out there.”

“Certainly, honey.” Then she tells the brunette, “Would you be so kind as to spot for my daughter?”

“Be happy to,” the brunette replies with a smile.

Amber looks right at me, her eyes twinkling. “What about you? Aren’t you going to try it at least once?”

“I, uh…”

Sandy looks at me in surprise. “You mean you’ve never tried a noose in here?”

“I don’t think she’s ever tried any noose,” our purple-haired companion tells her.

“Just like you, honey,” Madelyn gently tells her daughter. “And you still don’t have to try it if you don’t want to. It can be a bit of a shock the first time around.”

“I’m willing,” Sandy says after taking a deep breath. Then she smiles at me as she asks,” Would you be willing to do a duet with me? You and me as a couple of newbies?”

My heart leaps into my throat again. “Oh, I don’t know…”

“Oh, she’ll be glad to!” Amber blurts out. Then she tells me, “You’ll do it for Madelyn and Sandy, won’t you? This way Sandy won’t have to dance alone and feel so anxious about it.”

Madelyn gives me a sly smile as she tells me, “I promise to make it worth your while.”

I have no idea what that means. And I’m not sure I want to know. “I… I don’t… I’m not sure…”

The decision is abruptly taken out of my hands as Amber picks up one of the restraints and cuffs my wrists behind my back. “Oh, she’ll be glad too!” she declares. The brunette attaches the other set of cuffs to Sandy, securing her arms behind her back as well.

I find myself struggling to catch my breath. I suppose it would be nice to join her. But deep down I really don’t want to hang, even if it’s only for a few moments.

Things keep slipping further and further out of my control. I seem to be getting in deeper and deeper. I’m really not sure I want to do this.

The brunette positions Sandy in front of her noose. Amber positions me in front of mine. Sandy looks over and notices my hesitation.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“I, uh…” Then I see a look of disappointment cross her features. Now I feel like I’d be letting her down if I refuse.

“This will be her first time too,” Amber explains, also noting my hesitancy.

“Uh, yes… my first.”

Sandy smiles nervously. “Then it’ll be the first time for both of us. That makes me glad you’re willing to hang with me in here.”

I can tell she’s a bit reluctant. It’s obvious she’s not fully on board, although she’s trying to be willing. I want to reassure her, but hanging with her was the last thing on my mind when I first entered this room.

I can’t seem to make myself give a yay or nay. I think her mother sees it in my features. She smiles as she tells me, “I really appreciate this. Sandy does too; right, honey?”

“Oh yes, mom! Naturally I’m a little nervous. But I don’t feel quite so bad, not with Amanda hanging right beside me for the very first time.”

Madelyn gives me a cryptic smile. “Around here we always like to do a little something special for the newbies.”

“Like wh-what?” I stammer nervously.

In response she steps right up to me. A moment later she starts caressing my naked body, giving me the shivers something fierce. She kisses me deeply at the same time I see the brunette step up and start to molest her daughter Sandy…

2021 (written Dec 9 ’21 by riwa)

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